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Always amazes me that some people have never seen a deer anywhere but the zoo/a sanctuary or in pictures
I drive to work and see at least 5 in 20 min
Drive home and nearly hit 6 bc it's dawn and that's their time to graze 😭 girl please I'll trade you whatever wildlife yall have if you take these fuckers
#marquilla#i have mixed feelings ab hunting (dont like the culture white people have around it but people who hunt for food and respect#the animal i have no problems with)#but when it's deer season all i can say is godspeed y'all godspeed#i know that the reason they're so overpopulated/why they run in traffic is all OUR fault but i can still be mad okay#like we took away wolves and coyotes can only do so much when theyre as villainized as wolves and we took away forests for roads and#houses. and deer cannot comprehend cars being dangerous#but like it's so fucking frustrating and then they get cocky and will play chicken on the side of the road on if theyre gonna run out or#not and you're late for work bc you didnt wanna hit a fucking deer#and people forget they can be dangerous too especially during ruts like theyre not uwu bambi baby like they can kill if they want#anyway nextdoor is aggravating if youre not 1000% uwu deer are precious angels who do no wrong uwu sgdggdgd like help
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Don’t Mention This To Anyone - Alive!Luke Patterson x Reader (SMUT)
Request: Hi can u do a luke x reader smut with an enemies to lovers storyline? Maybe they’re at a party and they’re playing truth or dare and luke and the reader get dared to play too hot to handle and later on at the party they get drunk and hook up? // can you do rough sex with luke?!! // Can u do a luke x reader enemies to lovers smut? // Would you make a Luke and Y/N smut and just make it whatever you want but super smutty?
Word Count: 2163 words
Summary: Your best friend Julie invites you and Flynn to come over to hang out with her bandmates, and a game of too hot to handle ends up making you re-evaluate your relationship with Luke Patterson
Warnings: swearing, mention of underage drinking, unprotected sex, choking, praise kink, dirty talk, grinding/groping
A/N: hopefully this makes sense, i’m editing it half asleep lol i’ve also put together a masterlist which you can find here anyways hope you enjoy :)
You should have said no when Julie batted her eyes and asked you if you wanted to come hang out with her bandmates after school one Friday night.
You should have said no when she used alcohol as a bribing tactic to get you to come.
You should have made up an excuse not to go.
Don’t get the wrong impression, you loved Alex and Reggie. The two boys had become close friends of yours since the day Julie first introduced them to you and Flynn.
It was Luke Patterson that you had an issue with. The lead guitarist of Julie and the Phantoms and the lead pain in your ass since the minute you met.
If you had said no to coming you wouldn’t have been in this situation.
Staring down at the bottle on the floor after you drunkenly agreed to a game of Too Hot to Handle, watching as the bottle slowly stopped and pointed at the one person you were praying it wouldn’t.
Luke fucking Patterson.
“Oh fuck no.” You exclaimed loudly. Luke shook his head.
“No way. Not doing it.” He said, his tone matching yours.
“You have to, the bottle chose you.” Reggie grinned. You rolled your eyes.
“The bottle doesn’t know what it’s doing.” You spat.
“It’s simple, if you don’t want to do it that bad just give in straight away.” Flynn raised an eyebrow, looking between yourself and Luke.
“I’m not a quitter, Y/L/N can give up.” Luke said. Your eyes narrowed.
“What makes you think I’m a quitter Patterson.” You stared at the boy across from you, venom in your eyes.
“There’s only one way to settle this then.” Julie spoke up after a moment of silence.
“Play the fucking game.” Alex finished, his head resting on Willie’s shoulder.
You rolled your eyes, standing up and making your way over to Luke. You knelt down in front of him, glaring at him.
“I still hate your fucking guts.” You told him. He smirked.
“The feeling’s mutual princess.” His tone was condescending.
You placed your hand on his thigh, leaning in and sucking on his neck. He scoffed.
“Is that all you’ve got Y/L/N?” He teased.
You pulled away, glaring at him again before moving your hand up his thigh, getting dangerously close to his crotch, your eyes never leaving his. He didn’t even bat an eyelid.
You held back a scowl, frustrated that Luke was so good at this game. Standing up you sat down in his lap, grinding your ass into his dick. You grabbed his hand and placed it onto one of your boobs, and your friends whistled at the scene.
Luke fake yawned and this time you couldn’t help but scowl.
“Are you fucking kidding? Nothing? Maybe Carrie is right and you are in love with Reggie.” You said, and Reggie choked on his drink.
“Guess you’re not as seductive as you thought, sweetheart.” Luke teased, ignoring the comment about Reggie. You moved again so that you were straddling his hips, and you could feel that his dick was slightly hard in his pants. Motivated by this you started rocking back and forth, trying to ignore the feelings of pleasure shooting through your body.
“I feel like we shouldn’t be watching this.” Flynn joked, covering Julie’s eyes with one hand and Reggie’s with her other.
“You guys were the ones who wanted this.” You reminded them, stopping and looking Luke in the eyes. You had always known that Luke was an attractive guy, his arrogance often outshining his good looks, but up close he was stunning. You hesitated and he smiled, glancing down at your lips. Your heart started to race and you mentally kicked yourself.
This was Luke Patterson, the same boy who you had hated ever since Julie had first introduced him to you.
The boy who was so self centered he couldn’t handle things not being about him.
The boy who you fought with every single time you saw him.
He lent closer and you froze. Was he going to kiss you?
“I- I give up.” You stuttered, jumping out of his lap and rushing back to your spot.
“I knew you’d chicken out.” Luke sung, a smug look on his face.
You were silent, and Luke’s cocky grin fell, concern flicking through his eyes for a brief moment.
“Hey Julie, it’s getting late, everyone needs to go home.” Ray said, stepping into the studio and you stood up quickly, rushing to grab your bag as the others stood up slowly.
“You sure you don’t wanna stay the night Y/N?” Julie asked as you flung your bag onto your back. You nodded.
“Yeah I’m sure, my mum would kill me.” You said, and she nodded understandingly.
“Can I walk you home?” Luke blurted out, and everyone turned to look at him in shock. He shrugged.
“What? I may hate her guts but I still don’t want her to be murdered on the way home.” He said, and you could have sworn you saw a slight blush on his cheeks.
“No it’s fine, my house is just around the corner, Alex or Reggie can walk me.” You replied, glancing at your two friends.
“Yeah I can-” Reggie stopped, noticing the glare that Luke was shooting him. “Actually sorry Y/N, I really have to get home quickly before my parents realise I was gone.”
“Alex?” You tried. The blond boy shook his head.
“Sorry babe, Willie and I are heading in the complete opposite direction.” Alex shot you a sympathetic look. You sighed, turning your attention to Luke.
“Fine, let’s go Patterson.” You said, giving in.
Luke followed behind you as you left the garage and headed out onto the street, walking in silence for a few minutes before you decided to speak up.
“So what’s your motive?” You asked. Luke frowned.
“My what?” He asked.
“Why are you walking me home? You said yourself you hate my guts.”
“Can’t I just be a good friend?” He tried. You rolled your eyes.
“We’re not friends.” You reminded him. He shrugged as you turned heading down your street.
“Okay.” He replied simply. You stopped in front of your house, spinning on your heels to look at him.
“So?” You questioned. He hesitated, his normally confident aura gone. He opened his mouth to speak but decided against it, instead taking a step towards you. You looked up, your eyes meeting his, and your heart skipped a beat when you noticed the lust in his eyes.
“Luke.” You muttered quietly, and suddenly your back was pressed against the front wall of your house, his lips on yours.
Your brain short circuited. No one had ever kissed you with that much passion before.
You kissed him back with just as much force, the lust and alcohol clouding your better judgement.
He pulled away to take a breath and you wordlessly grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him towards your front door. You reached into your bag to find your keys, Luke’s lips on your neck sucking hard enough that you were definitely going to have a few marks to cover in the morning. You got the door unlocked and you kicked it open, spinning around to capture Luke’s lips with your own again, kissing him as you dragged him into your house.
“Are your family home?” He questioned breathlessly as he pulled away. You nodded.
“Just mum.” You told him as you lead him up the stairs, him trailing behind you like a lost puppy. “But she doesn’t care if I bring people home to fuck as long as we’re safe.”
You reached your bedroom door and opened it, shoving Luke inside before shutting and locking the door behind you.
He roughly shoved you against the door, lips connecting once more in a passionate kiss full of tongues and roaming hands.
You kicked off your shoes and began to strip down, your lips never once leaving his, and he did he same. You briefly pulled apart for him to remove his shirt, but once it was off his lips were back on yours again.
“Fuck.” He groaned, as your naked bodies pressed against each other.
“Speaking of, can you please?” You teased, pushing off the wall and placing your hands on his shoulders, leading him to your bed.
You gave him a light shove so that he fell backwards, and you climbed on top of him, straddling his waist, almost moaning at the feeling of his hard dick slipping between your folds.
“God Y/L/N.” Luke groaned as you began to move your hips, grinding into his boner.
“Shut up.” You told him.
He flipped you over, pinning you against your bed, his hand coming up to grab at your neck, choking you slightly.
You moaned loudly, not even caring that your mother might hear. She’d know in the morning by the marks littering your body.
“You like that? You like it when I choke you?” Luke questioned, placing a bit more pressure on your neck but not enough to hurt you or constrict your airways.
“Fuck, yes.” You moaned in response.
“Of course you do, you dirty little whore.” His words made you even wetter, hips bucking up for some kind of contact.
“Patterson please just fuck me.” You groaned. He smirked.
“If you say so.” He sat up, hands running down your sides, before hesitating slightly.
“Do you have...” He paused, his voice uncharacteristically soft.
“Are you clean?” You questioned. He nodded. “Me too. Just fuck me.”
“But what about-” He started.
“I’m on the pill.” You cut him off. “Please Luke.”
He smirked.
“I think you need to beg a bit more.” He teased.
“Fuck me right now or you’ll be jerking off in the street alone.” You threatened.
“Jesus princess, no need to be so pushy.” He said as he lined up his dick with your hole, pushing in roughly causing you to gasp.
“Fuck.” You exclaimed. He barely gave you time to adjust before he was pounding into you again, causing the both of you to swear loudly.
“Again.” You stuttered out, and he obeyed, slamming into you again.
“That feels so good.” You groaned.
“Oh yeah?” He smirked, repeating his actions to see your reaction.
“Yes you cocky bastard.” You spat, and he grinned.
“Fuck you.” He said.
“Please.” You bit back. He grinned, before beginning to thrust hard, creating a rhythm. His hand went back to your throat again, pressing down causing you to moan loudly.
“Fuck if you keep this up I won’t last.” You groaned. He bit his lip as he continued to pound into you.
“Me neither.” He admitted. He sped up his pace, the room filled with the sounds of slapping skin and your breathless moans.
“Fuck, I’m close.” He said, and you felt the familiar feeling pooling in your stomach.
“Me too.” You said. He glanced at you, seemingly hesitant to say something.
“What?” You questioned.
He bit his lip.
“Could you... tell me that I’m doing good?” He questioned, somewhat shyly.
“You have a praise kink?” You asked.
“Maybe...” He replied quietly.
“God Luke this feels so good. You feel so good.” You moaned, smirking at his reaction.
“Okay yes, I have a praise kink.” He admitted, squeezing your throat slightly as a warning not to tease him. You gasped.
“Yes Luke. So good.” You praised, and he moaned slightly.
“I’m gonna cum.” He said between moans.
“Ugh yes, fill me with your hot cum like the good boy you are.” You moaned, and he came undone, hips stuttering as he came inside you. The feeling of his cum coating your insides was enough to set you off too, your walls clenching around him as you came hard.
“I hate you.” You moaned.
“I hate you more.” He replied breathily.
You rode out your highs together and he pulled out, flopping down next to you.
“Mind if I stay the night?” He asked softly. You hesitated.
“No, I don’t mind.” You eventually decided. You turned your head to look at the boy next to you, his hair stuck to his head with sweat, and you suddenly realised that maybe you didn’t hate Luke Patterson as much as you thought you did.
You forced yourself to get up and clean off in the bathroom before climbing back into bed still naked with Luke.
He snuggled into your side and you pressed a soft kiss to his head, an oddly intimate gesture to someone you had claimed to hate up until an hour or so ago.
“Goodnight Y/N.” Luke whispered softly, his voice full of sleep.
“Goodnight Luke.” You replied, and with that the two of you drifted off to sleep, until the next morning when a shout woke you from your slumber.
“Oh my god did you two fuck?” Alex’s voice startled you, and you groaned, pulling the covers up over your head.
You were never going to live this one down.
#luke patterson#luke patterson smut#luke patterson x reader#julie and the phantoms#julie and the phantoms smut#reader insert
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(I love your work btw!!! 🥺💕) Can you make an imagine where the reader is cooking dinner for Ellie, but then Ellie starts feeling a bit needy for the reader while watching her cook, and ends up roughly fucking her on the kitchen counter, which leads to the food being burnt and they end up getting takeout instead? 😩
Summary: Cooking dinner until Ellie gets a nasty idea
A/N: I promised more farm!ellie so here ya go. Thank you for the request love <3 Thank you for enjoying and i know you said take out but like i started writing and was like oh shit they meant modern world, so i completely forgot im sorry AHSJA. Anyways mom!ellie
Warnings: NSFW, Strap-on, Fingering, Pregnant sex
Word count: 3.7K
"Shit." Ellie huffed, shutting the heavy door to the barn.
There was so much work still needed to do on the farm, the hen shed needed to be built still so for now they were spread out across the barn and the cows pen needed to be expanded. There was so much left to do and ellie was nervous y'all might not get it done by the time winter got here.
She had been out there all day working on getting all the animals comfortable in their new homes, the pigs being the hardest. As of right now though the sun was beginning to set and Ellie was starving. You had gone in not too long ago because you were becoming overheated, not well for the baby in your belly.
Ellie walked through the field, seeing how pretty the house looked in the sunset light. All the pretty oranges and reds spread across the wood of the house, she wished she had her sketchbook so she could get down the quick picture before it left her brain.
She reached the house, taking her shoes off so she didn't get mud on the floor. She could hear faint sounds of music, if she was real quiet she could hear you humming along with it. She smiled at the peacefulness she felt right now, suddenly all the stresses she had about the barn vanished. Suddenly she thought the barn was a great idea, if this was how it would be all the time then she could die a happy woman.
She set her shoes next to yours, taking one good look at the fields before going in. The sun buried itself behind the hills, casting a glow on the flowing laundry allowing her to see small peaks of the barn. She couldn't wait for the kid to be running through here, she could see it now. She could see herself running after the kid, small laughs coming from the both of them.... her kid. The thought made her smile.
She finally opened the screen door, the smell of dinner filling the air around her. That's when she saw in the dim light of the candle filled room, you in the middle of it all. You were dressed in a cute little cottage dress that you were given at the baby shower, and one of the women of the town made it for you.
You were making something on the stove, not noticing her presence until the screen door slammed behind her. You jumped slightly, the perks of living in a post-apocalyptic world. You gave a small smile when you realized it was her before averting your eyes to the pot in front of you.
Ellie placed her things down on the small table by your back door, her eyes glued to you. She made her way over to you, seeing a cookbook opened right next to you. There were so many types of vegetables out along with some bread and meat. You always did know how to surprise her with your old world cookbook.
"Long day at work Mrs. Williams?" You smiled, teasing her a bit.
"Long and hard, Mrs. Williams." She came up behind you, placing her large hands on your hips.
She swayed a bit to the music, watching you stir the food in the pot. You smiled at her sudden affection, the feeling of her hands gripping softly at your waist making you blush slightly. One of her hands made its way to your belly, noticing how much bigger it had gotten since y'all moved here.
"How are my girls doing?" She asked, caressing your stomach softly.
When you guys first found this place you were only a couple weeks along, not even 9 weeks along. Now you're almost 6 months old, you have gotten bigger and bigger. Your glow had only increased as well, you looked really good and really happy as well. Most nights were better than others obviously, the paranoia and depression of the outside world can be hard especially on a pregnant woman.
"We're doing okay, she's a little shit and won't settle down but hopefully food will calm her down." You replied, watching as the broth bubbled.
You could feel Ellie's grin on your neck, kisses halting for only a minute just to look down at the bubbles as well. It looked like chicken noodle soup but Ellie couldn't be sure. Her hands continued to caress your belly, feeling as the baby moved around. She will never get used to that, the feeling of a baby in your stomach.
She was dragged out of her thoughts when you turned your head to connect your lips together. She was caught off guard but happily moved her lips to yours, one hand still sitting on your hip and the other slightly pushing you back to rest yourself on her chest. You chuckled into the kiss, pushing her away slightly with your butt.
"Honey, I love you but you smell like a pig pen..." You joked, turning back to the oven. "Go get cleaned up for dinner, it has another 20 or 30 minutes left."
She laughed, stepping away from you for the first time since she came into the house. She gave your ass a soft smack before trailing herself up stairs. You let out a surprised yelp, giggling as you watched her walk to the doorway and stop in her tracks.
"behave yourself while i'm upstairs... You think you can do that?" She joked, giving you a small grin.
"Ugh that'll be impossible...how could I behave myself when I know you're washing pig shit off your hands just up the stairs." You joked back.
Ellie chuckled and made her way upstairs, jogging up the stairs and into your bedroom. It didn't take much to get cleaned up, she just changed into a plain white shirt and some random pair of jeans she found on the dresser.
While she was placing her dirty clothes into the hamper she caught a glimpse of one of your guys toys. It was a strap on, it was one you used often but it worked for the two of you. That's when the best idea came to her, she didn't hesitate in grabbing the strap on. She put it on tightly so it wouldn't fall off.
When she was comfortable with it, not too tight and not too loose she pulled up her jeans. It wasn't too noticeable, the strap was mostly folded in between her legs so it didn't show through her jeans. She smiled at her nasty idea before walking back down stairs, seeing you in the same position you were before. This time your eyebrows were knitted together in frustration, licking your lips which sent tingles through ellie.
She went back to the same position she was at only minutes before her nasty idea, but this time her hands roughly grabbed at you. There was a slight change in her presence than the last time, it was once innocent and peaceful but now it was like a lion staring down its prey.
Her lips were once again attached to your neck, hands bunching up your dress slightly. The roughness distracted you a bit, not expecting her mood to change within seconds. One of her hands was slowly making its way under your dress, giving you only a split second to realize what she was going.
You didn't know if it was you being pregnant or what but you were almost immediately putty in her hands, in between your legs already called for her. Her hand was slowly running up your thigh, no time was waiting.
"Ellie... I have to make dinner!" You stated, hand grabbing on to the counter for leverage.
"You said 20 minutes right??" She asked, watching as you gave her a small nod. "I can make you cum at least 3 times before...."
Those words made you weak, you could feel the wet spot on your underwear grow more and more. Ellie sucked and bit at your neck, leaving small bruises. Her hand made it all the way to your thigh, feeling the wet spot. She gave a cocky grin, knowing she was the one doing that.
"Besides, dinner can wait..." She paused, moving her hand that rested on your waist to your chest, grabbing at your flesh softly. " Well, you pussy seems to think so." She teased.
You let out a small groan, letting go of the spoon you had been holding too grab at her hand that was grabbing at your boobs. You usually would give her a hard time, tease her as much as she teases you but right now... your hormones were everywhere and your body was so different than it was, you just couldn't fight back your desire for her.
She took a few steps back, taking you back with her so you were safely away from the stove before moving your panties to the side. She started off small with her movements, placing two fingers on your clit, circling them around to send small moments of pleasure to your core.
You moaned into the air, the increased sensitivity of your body changing made the movements feel more intense than they once were. Your head moved back to capture her lips in a kiss, while her fingers worked on the little bud between your folds.
The kiss was passionate, no teeth clashing or sloppy tongue action but like two puzzle pieces being perfect for each other. Your head craned back, wanting more of her lips and you were honestly afraid of breaking your neck but it just felt so good.
Ellie's hand on your chest pulled down your dress, releasing our boobs into the cold air. She was just able to pull it down to your waist but that was enough access for her. She grabbed at one of your boobs, playing with the sensitive nipple.
She watched as you gasped into her mouth, eyes slightly rolling back into your head. She took that as a cue to shove two fingers inside of you, thumb still rubbing at your clit. You couldn't last too much longer and she knew it, everything felt so different from your not pregnant body so she had to treat it differently.
Your walls immediately clamped around her finger, the knot in your body ready to explode. You grabbed on to her, one hand on her arm and the other moving back to grab her thigh to balance yourself. It all happened so fast and you didn't even know it was happening until waves of pleasure were sent all over your body and your juice dripped onto ellies hand.
Some strangled moans left your mouth, as your body felt like it was on fire and your stomach did twist and turns. You tried to catch your breath, wincing as Ellie took her fingers out of you. Ellie allowed you to slowly come down from you high, knowing she was not done with you yet.
"Sorry I came so fast...." You breathed out, moving to fix your dress back before Ellie pulled you back to her.
"Who said I'm done with you.." She spoke, moving her hand down to her jeans before pulling out the strap.
You gasped at the feeling of it, feeling it hit your lower back. You couldn't help but feel pathetic at the fact you were still so fucking horny even though you already came once, you felt greedy but you ddin't care.
"I said 3 times right?" She spoke, not asking but telling you.
You bit your lip at the tone of her voice, feeling your cunt flutter and drip onto your now soaked underwear. Your cheeks were red along with the flush skin of your chest from Ellie grabbing at your tender boobs.
Ellie pulled you closer to her, standing you still while she pulled your dress all the way down to your ankles. The feeling of her being fully dressed and you being completely naked, the degradation of it making your legs shake more than they already were. You were in nothing but your underwear that were pushed to the side and ellies hands settling down on your hips.
Ellie spread your legs a tad, moving a finger to slide through your folds. You winced a tad, overstimulated slightly but so ready to be fucked once again. Ellie got you nice and wet, lining up the strap to your puffy folds.
"Do you need anything? Water? Or do you want to sit down? i co..." She started but wasn't able to finish her sentence
"Jesus Christ ellie just fuck me already." You interrupted, moving your hips back to try to fuck yourself on the strap.
Ellie chuckled but you didn't have to tell her twice, she slowly inserted the strap but that wasn't until you moved your hips back and forth. The action of you fucking yourself on the strap made her stumble back slightly, hitting the sink so her back was flush against it.
You didn't have a set speed, you sped up and then slowed down just whatever felt the best at the moment. Ellie watched as you sunk down onto it, watching it go in and out of you. She was getting a little antsy, wanting to thrust in and out of you while holding you down on the cabinet.
Oh how she wanted to fuck you so hard, but you were fragile at the moment so she let you take your time. Instead she placed her hands on your hips, helping you push your weight onto her. Your thighs were burning, the way you had to push yourself back onto her gave you a legit work out.
You held onto Ellie’s hands, forcing your body back down onto her. You could feel yourself inching closer and closer each thrust, each thrust also came more frustration on your part. The feeling of running after an orgasm but not being fit enough to reach it out made you wanna scream.
You hair was falling in front of your face as you leaned over to try to fuck yourself harder on the strap, trying to get at the best angle as well. You were just genuinely uncomfortable but so motivated to get off that you didn’t care that your body was hurting.
Ellie noticed the tension in your body, feeling your frustration as you desperately tried to get off. That’s when she stepped in, stopping you for a minute to lean you on the cabinet next to her. Only your chest on the cabinet, your elbows holding you up.
“Lemme take care of you hun...” she started, lining the strap back up. “Just sit back and look pretty for me okay.”
She took home on your hips once more and dove back into you, hitting an angle that you wanted to get too but couldn’t. She went at the same pace as before, rough and hard but taking small breaks in between to check if you were hurting.
You grabbed onto the counter with dear life, the cold counter against your flush skin making you shiver slightly. She was prominent and very skilled, feeling every single inch of the strap inside of you.
“Fuck... Ellie... I-“ you could feel yourself clamping around her, your walls fluttering and tensing up ready to release.
She knew you could last longer, your strangled groans and small cruises dropped hints to her. Her twisted a hand in your hair, something she knew you liked, pulling it slightly while you thrust your hips back to hers.
You lifted yourself off the counter now holding yourself up with your hands, holding yourself as steady as you possibly could for Ellie. You could feel it rip through your body. You jerked your body flush against Ellie’s, back all the way pressed against her chest.
Ellie snaked a hand to your boobs and the other drawing soft circles in your clit. You threw your head onto her shoulder, mouth shaped into an O shape as you came with a loud moan.
“Come on baby.... cum on my cock..” she whispered, thrusting her hips into you harshly.
You were seeing stars at this point, holding on to Ellie for dear life as she fucked you through your orgasm. Ellie kissed up your jaw, catching your lips into a kiss while slowing down her movement. Your body had stopped jerking only to be left legit shaking.
Ellie pulled the strap out of you, still holding you up with one hand. You were out of breath, shaking violently in her arms as she comforted you back into your body. She moved a hand through your hair, peppering your neck with kisses as you slowly came back to your body.
“Do you need anything?” She whispered, pressing a small kiss to the shell of your ear.
You turned around in her arms, bringing her into a kiss. Your hands immediately made their way into her hair, her hands absentmindedly went to your hips. It had got a cold in the house but you both were heated up.
“I’m okay Ellie, the baby's good, I’m not thirsty, I don’t need to sit...” you said, knowing exactly the same questions she would ask. It warmed your heart to see she cared but holy shit you were so wound up. “I was promised 3 orgasms.... so please just shut up and fuck me.”
That was so fucking hot to her, you taking what you wanted without a care in the world was something she couldn’t handle. She brought you into a sloppy kiss, holding your head in place as she walked you back into the counter.
She pressed you against the counter, leg up against your bare cunt that was so overstimulated right now but you somehow wanted more. She lifted one of your legs up around her waist and you helped do the other until you were fully seated on the counter.
Your legs dangled down, spread wide open so Ellie could place herself in between them comfortably. Her hands sat on your thighs, squeezing both of them softly. Your hands wrapped around her neck, bringing her so close to you.
This is what heaven would feel like if there was one, fucking on the counter of your dream farmhouse while pregnant with Ellie’s child (Figuratively). It’s what pure light and sweet dreams felt like wrapped in one.
You wrapped your legs around Ellie’s waist, hinting at wanting her to fuck you finally. Ellie lined it up with your cunt, running it up and down your slit a few times before pushing it all the way in.
You gasped at the feeling of being filled to the brim once more, throwing your head back onto the cabinet as Ellie thrust in and out of you at an animalistic pace.
Ellie watched as your back arched up, causing your boobs to bounce every single thrust. This view made her mouth water, you being fucked under candle light. She leaned down to attach her lip to one of your boobs.
You grabbed a fist full of her hair to keep her there for a moment, feeling pleasure from two sensitive areas of your body could send you flying off the edge once more. You let multiple moans out, one after the other.
The house was full of them, bouncing off every wall until they made it back to Ellie’s ears. Ellie went deeper, trying to hit that spot that made you see stars. Ellie watched as your eyebrows knitted together, head pointed up to the ceiling as your mouth formed an O once more.
You were once again so close, tired walls fluttering against the strap. Your overstimulated cunt burning at the sensation of another earth shattering orgasm. Ellie lifted her head up to coax you through it, leaving sloppy open mouth kisses on your fully exposed neck.
“Come on baby, cum on my cock one more time....” she encouraged you, speeding up once more. “I know you can do it, make that pretty little cunt cum all over my cock huh.”
Those dirty words, words that made your body tingle every time you heard them. You grabbed onto Ellie once again, squeezing her hand as the knot in your stomach finally snapped once again.
You could feel how your juices spilled all over the counter, probably making a big wet mess. Pleasure courses through your body, making you jerk violently. Your nails dug into Ellie roughly, most likely leaving bruises.
Ellie once again fucked you through your orgasm but slowed down slightly, kissing up your neck. Your entire body collapsed, no more strength to try to get down.
You could smell the burning of your soup, the awful smell wafting through the air. It had been a little over 20 minutes, probably more than 30 minutes even. It was slightly bright outside when you started but now it was pitch black, candles were the only thing lighting your way.
Ellie planted another kiss on your lips, caressing your belly to comfort you. You kissed back, just wanting to go to bed at this point.
“Well the soup is burnt... So what do you wanna do for dinner??” You asked, looking at how the soup smoked.
Ellie looked back as well, seeing as it was literally almost black. She chuckled a bit, turning back to you and shrugging.
“I mean we have left over cake from the baby shower.... can't let it go to waste.” She said, watching as you gave her a big grin.
“Hmmm... I think you sound much better than cake.” You joked, well it really wasn’t a joke. You just came 3 times and she at least deserved to get eaten out.
“I swear you got knocked up and now you're just a little horn dog.” Ellie rolled her eyes, slipping out of you before handing you your dress.
“Hey corn dogs kinda sounds good??” You joked, hopping down from the cabinet almost falling down on your way.
“You are too much.” She laughed, pulling you back into a quick kiss.
You wrapped your arms around her neck once more, smiling into the kiss as her hands roamed down you your ass giving it a quick squeeze.
"Well cake and burnt vegetables for dinner i guess." You sighed out, between kisses.
The only thing y'all will be eating tonight is each other at this point.
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Badd Thinking of You
Ahh, my pompadour boy...
• He's a well-known problem student, and he hardly comes to his classes because of his reputation. And also because he doesn't care about learning. So you doubt he have any friends who wouldn't be afraid of him, especially since he looks intimidating.
• This dude gives no fucks to anybody, let alone someone wanting to befriend him. He'll be crude and indifferent about it, but he would still give you a chance to speak with him. If you keep being persistent on approaching him, he can get annoyed and might yell at you. Although thats true, that doesn't mean he won't change his opinions on you the longer you spent together.
• If he thinks you're cool in some way for example, your patience or maybe you're the type of person to smile during desperate situations to reassure someone who's afraid, he'll immediately consider you as a buddy
• He would definitely make fun of you and tease you. Seeing you pissed off at his comments puts him in a jolly mood, but if it truly upsets you, he'll drop it and never mention it again, along with several apologies.
• Next time you're in school, he'll hang out with you! If he's even there in the first place. Actually, he might come to school more often just to talk to you. If you both aren't in the same class, he will go out of his own class, strides into yours, pull out a chair and sit next to you. Then cue the class being confused and horrified at his sudden entrance.
• You would get annoyed by this guy because you can imagine him being bored out of his mind and he decides to bother you while you're trying to focus in class. Please tell him to shut up, and he would begrudgingly watch you do your classwork with a petulant pout...
• You'll end up being the talk of the school. Its annoying, yes, but Badd would be there to cuss them out. You're his friend! He would protect you from any threats, he's a hero after all. Don't worry (Y/n), he'll teach them a lesson for hurting you!
• He'll quickly realise that he's been thinking of you a lot more than he intended to... He'll start having these weird fuzzy feelings whenever he's with you. You look so pretty today, have you always been this pretty? F'course you do! B-But you look kinda different today... You look a lot more happier today, and woah... your smile is really cute too. Wait a damn minute--
• He doesn't know how to deal with this. He would unconsciously stare at you a little longer than necessary with soft eyes and a big smile, if you catch him he'll be incredibly embarrassed and quickly changes the subject.
• He finds himself helping you out and sometimes doting on you plenty of times. Its kinda weird to think that he would take care of someone who isn't a member of his family. Not that he minds, he likes being with you, and wants to be around you as much as he can.
• He'll definitely impress you with his strength and manliness, and also his cool stunts. He becomes proud and cocky when you see it. It makes him feel accomplish, and maybe it'll get you to pay attention to him a little bit more?
• You occupy his thoughts almost all the time. Almost as much as Zenko. His heart raced when he fantasized you calling his name while grinning, seeing you holding his hand and you shyly asking him if you could kiss him, a blush on your cute face. You both lean in close, lips almost touching, before he quickly snaps out of it because of how embarrassing it is.
• Zenko will notice and will force her big brother to tell her what's bothering him. Once he tells her, she will have this cheeky grin on her face and proclaims that she's going to help her brother how to deal with crushes. Badd's embarrassed but grateful about it, he will talk about you a lot with his little sister.
• Zenko will get annoyed if Badd hasn't told his feelings to you yet so she threatens to tell you herself if he keeps avoiding it, which causes Badd to freak out and begs her to not tell you HE wiLL dIE.
• He really wants to confess to you so badly, but he always chickens out at the last minute. He would play it off and act like nothing happened. When he does confess, he will stammer horribly until he shouts at you out of frustration how much he likes you. And he mentally prepares the worst while simultaneously hoping that you like him too.
• Reject him and he will look dejected, then he coughs it off, nodding at you and telling you he totally understands. He's really sad that you don't feel the same way, but he's fine being friends with you, and he tries really hard to get over you without having you hating him. That would break him even more.
• Accept him and he will fist-pump the air, shouting out a YES! He will bring you to his chest and spin you around happily, laughing boisterously. When he realizes that he's hugging you, he immediately puts you down and awkwardly apologizes to you, bashful but still grinning. He promised to make it up to you by taking you out on a date.
• Excitedly tells Zenko that he scored a date with you and telling her that you like him too. They both hug each other as Zenko congrats him, proceeding to tell their parents about Badd's date, much to his dismay. Then his family lectures him to be on his best behaviour and telling him what he should and shouldn't do on his first date, all the while Badd grinning sheepishly with a huge blush on his face as he listens to his family intently.
Did I ever tell you that delinquent dorks are my favourite??
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From Above and Below, Face to Face and Behind (Grelle x Reader)
Anticipation. That was the feeling coursing through me, setting my nerves alight and sharpening my focus. My heart pounded in my ears and I grinned as I brandished my weapon -an elegant, double-bladed scythe- and dropped into a wide ready stance. I faced down a smirking Grelle and watched as she adjusted her scarlet coat with a flourish and readied her own weapon. I could’ve sensed her smug confidence from a mile away. She did, after all, have more experience than me since I’d only been a Reaper for a decade or two. I wasn’t about to chicken out though. I'd scored mostly A's in my intro training, and besides, you should never underestimate those with something to prove.
There was a second of charged stillness. Another. Then a flurry of movement as she surged towards me.
I ducked, and her roaring chainsaw came swinging through the air right where my head had been. I felt my pulse spike with the sudden rush of adrenaline, and my grin widened. Rolling with my momentum, I sprung up and went for a headbutt, but she spun away with graceful agility. As she turned; eyes shining with excitement, scarlet hair streaming out behind; her scythe followed in a streak of gleaming silver, arcing downwards at me.
There was no time to dodge it. Instinct kicked in and my own blade came up to meet it. The resulting CLANG sent a shockwave up my arms, but the sound itself was almost lost amid the cacophony of murmuring spectators, blows, grunts, and clashing Death Scythes echoing off the pale sparring room walls. Grimacing in discomfort, I angled my weapon down and away, which sent hers sliding off with an excruciating screech of metal on metal, overbalancing her. She stumbled and I swung down at her exposed back, but in a blur of speed, she recovered and snapped her chainsaw around behind her, intercepting my strike with another ringing crash.
Grelle's vibrant chartreuse eyes met mine over her shoulder and she languidly turned to face me as she held my scythe away with hers; a casual display of the immense strength her lithely muscled figure held. I saw my own ardor mirrored in the fire of her gaze, and there was a wildness to her razor smile as she drawled,
”I’m impressed, my dear! It’s only been a moment since we began and I very nearly fell head over heels. Though, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait if you want me on my knees for you.”
My racing heart skipped a beat at the thought, but I forced my mind back on track. If she thought she could throw me off with innuendo, she was mistaken (though I wasn't complaining. Seeing her on her knees would be a pretty picture indeed). I jumped back and out of reach before she could push her advantage.
“Don’t get too cocky. Pride comes before the fall, after all”, I snarked back as I lunged towards her, my scythe swinging. We matched each other blow for blow, dodging and leaping and whirling around the sparring court in a dangerous dance as the other reapers looked on. Gradually, I let my movements slow. I let dodges become near misses. I let her shove me back. But just as she wound up for a powerful swing that likely would have sent my scythe across the room, I dropped my act, dodged the hungry blade, and shoved it harder along its trajectory. With the combination of surprise and force, I sent her sprawling in a heap of limbs, fiery hair, and red fabric.
As soon as she hit the ground, I was looming over her. I pinned her to the ground, hands on her wrists to keep her from fighting back, knees straddling her hips to stop her from getting up.
“I told you you'd fall,” I said, narrowing my eyes and huffing out a quiet chuckle. “Don’t let your guard down, Darling, and don't get too confident. Things usually won't turn out the way you think they will.”
I took a moment to just look at her, her flushed face, her sultry gaze and smirk, and my confident air died on the spot. I shivered ever so slightly. Seeing her like this, blushing and trapped beneath me, was intoxicating. Her hair shone like the most priceless of rubies in the pale light of the room, her smooth lips were gently parted and so so inviting. Without really noticing, I tightened my grip on her wrists and pressed closer. The added pressure elicited a delightful little breathy whine from that enchanting mouth as she tilted her head back and shifted against me, back arching ever so slightly, body seeking out just the slightest bit more contact. The spectators became a distant memory in this haze of lurid heat. Distracted by the whole scenario, I didn't register right away that she was moving again. With two quick twists, she freed her wrists from my grasp, then tucked her legs and kicked me off.
Shit!
The moment broken, my ears reddened in frustrated embarrassment as I rolled away and to my feet. I had just chastised her for getting cocky! How big of an idiot did I have to be to forget my own warning? She'd played the whole thing up knowing full well that it would distract me, and it showed in the smugness that permeated her tone when she spoke,
"You really should take your own advice, Dearest. Pride comes before the fall, as they say, and it seems that you fell in more than one sense of the word. Besides, I'm not quite ready to be subdued yet, since I'm having so much fun with you!"
Oho. I'd show her.
Letting the threat of my intentions show with the tenfold return of my devilish smile, I felt a renewed vigor well up inside me. I had an ace up my sleeve, and now was the time to show my hand. Grelle's smug smirk faltered for the briefest of seconds, but it was enough to show me she knew I was up to something. Not giving her a chance to speculate or prepare, I sprung at her; but this time, instead of just lashing out with my double blade, I split it in half at the handle. This was my secret weapon, one that had served me well in days gone by, and one that no one knew about save for the dead. Two scythes gave me a singular style, a unique advantage, but that was not all. No, not at all. When using two blades that were usually one, I, naturally, needed to ensure that one half of my weapon couldn't be lost or knocked from my hand. The simple, rather useful solution to this problem was connecting the two with a chain of adjustable length. This chain seemed almost to respond to my thoughts, changing length as the situation demanded. It could be used as a simple convenience, as a weapon, or as a restraint. It truly was one of the finest made scythes I'd yet encountered (along with Grelle's and Undertaker's, of course).
Now as I sailed through the air, bearing down on a dumbfounded Grelle, the long, silvery chain flew out behind me, glinting in the harsh lighting with a delicate scintillation that belied its strength. On seeing the chain, she must have made a certain sort of connection, likely rather indecent, judging by the color of her cheeks. I huffed a small laugh. How prophetic. After I win, we’re definitely going to get some use out of it. I slashed down hard with my scythes, catching her off guard and forcing her a few steps back. She shot a glare at me over our crossed weapons, and I responded by giving her my biggest, most innocent smile. It probably came off as more of a shit-eating grin, but it did the trick.
She shoved her scythe harder against mine in an attempt to throw me off, but being caught off guard and in a flustered sort of state, she hadn't thought far enough ahead to realize she'd be leaving herself open. Seizing the opportunity, I brought one of my blades around the other side of her chainsaw and yanked, wrenching it from her grasp and sending it spinning away over the ground. She staggered, and I landed a well-aimed kick to her stomach, likely knocking the breath out of her if the huff she let out was any indication. To keep from falling, she leapt backwards, and I pulled out another surprise. Literally, I pulled one end of the chain off its handle. As she flew back, I lashed out with it, fully expecting her to block it, but she made no move to defend herself before it whipped her across the cheek. I might've imagined it, but I thought I heard a yelp underneath the noise and chaos of the sparring area. I flinched as her head jerked to the side.
Oh god, I hope I didn't hurt her!
She landed on her feet, but she remained hunched over, trembling, with one hand on her poor cheek and the other holding her stomach. My energetic fervor evaporated and rained down as worry.
What if she's really injured?!
I'd just taken a step toward her to check when she lifted her head slightly. She certainly didn't look pained. In fact, she seemed to be blushing. Her gaze was intense, yet unfocused; and as I watched, she ran her fingers across her cheek closed her eyes. It looked very much like she was fighting valiantly to hold back something untamable; and though she was trying to hide it, her breathing came in wavering gasps as she struggled to compose herself.
Ah. Uhm... Fuck. I knew where this was going.
I tried to back off a little, unsure if I should risk keeping this up while there were other reapers watching, but Grelle seemed to sense my hesitation, and she was having none of it. Her head snapped up and her eyes narrowed and refocused. She darted past me, snatched up her scythe, and took a wild swing at me; one that I batted aside easily enough, but she kept coming.
Oh, so that's how you want to play it. Time to put my knowledge to good use.
My "knowledge" stemmed from something she'd told me one night when I was tipsy and she was dead drunk. We'd simply been friends then (though that had changed soon after), and we'd gone out drinking with Ronald and Othello after work. Ronald disappeared an hour in; probably to go throw up, and Othello wandered off to poke at this newfangled "radio" thing. We were talking about our experiences as trainees, and it sent her off on a spiel about her first reaping with William. She told me everything. Including every detail of her fight with him and what it led her to discover about herself. And alas, as is wont to happen, since she was blackout drunk she forgot pretty much the entire night and woke up with, "One of the most awful hangovers of my life. I felt like I was dying!"
I remembered though. At the time, I was insanely jealous, but now... Now I had a plan. And I was feeling downright devious.
So she wanted to play it rough? I'd give her rough. She wanted to continue, even with reapers there? I'd give them a show. Smirking, I threw all my weight against our locked scythes, forcing her back for a moment, then pushed her chainsaw away with one blade and swung the other at her unguarded torso. She just managed to catch my arm in time, but in one quick movement, I broke her grip and grabbed both her wrists. Through pushing her backwards, we'd ended up near enough to the wall for me to slam her into it, pinning her wrists above her head. The feigned defiance on her face might've been intimidating if her every mannerism wasn't contradicting it.
"I know what you're trying to do, Darling," I intoned, reveling in the way I could feel her knees weaken at my tone. "You get off on the passion of battle, the pleasure of pain, the high of being brought low. It shows. You might be able to fool them for a while," a discreet gesture to the small crowd, "but you aren't fooling me. Now fight back so they don't get wise to your predicament."
Helpless desire dancing in her stare, she murmured, "Oh, y/n Darling, you really know how to get me fired up!"
With a grunt, she freed her wrists, braced her back on the wall, and shoved me off with a solid kick. I sprung back to keep from stumbling, then rushed at her, scythe raised. We traded rapid blows, but I never let her put me on the defense, and I never let myself waver. Hers was a doomed endeavor from the start. Knowing what I knew, there was no way I'd let such a chance slip through my fingers, and I think she felt the same. She was barely putting up a fight at this point, and it felt so good to see her just aching for me to take her down. With every swing, a bit more of Grelle's composure was chipped away and a bit more of her desperate need bled through. The sight of her coming undone was wearing my own restraint to the bone. The lustful miasma welled up again; dense around us, within us, permeating the air and every particle of our being. I wanted to drown in it, surrender to the frenzy it promised, let it grow until it was all that existed.
Unable to hold off any longer, I called on what she'd confessed to me that hazy, drunken night. I slowed my attacks, lifted my scythe, and swung hard from above. When she intercepted it, she let out a small sound of distressed want that only fueled the fire in my core. I let my blade glance off, then brought it back from below. She was panting hard now, and one look at her face was enough to tell me that she wasn't going to last much longer. With a thrill of excitement, I locked eyes with her and struck; first from the right, then the left. I saw the exact moment she realized what I was doing, her electric green eyes widened as I moved to dash around behind her. I poured all my pent-up passion into my kick, striking her square in the small of her back.
Time seemed to slow as she sailed through the air in a graceful arc, the elegant arch of her back strikingly erotic. She threw her head back and let loose a ringing cry of pure, exquisite ecstasy that dug needle-sharp claws into my last shred of self-control and tore it to useless pieces. Thank the high heavens the other reapers had taken the hint and made themselves scarce, because goddamn if the palpable steam of lust in the air and that sound (Oh god, that sound) didn't absolutely destroy my inhibitions. I strode towards the trembling goddess on the ground in front of me, wave after wave of raging heat crashing through me in anticipation of what was coming. Her half-closed, yearning eyes wrapped a tether around my soul, drawing me ever nearer.
As soon as I got close enough, I was on her. I dropped to my knees bestride her hips, pinned her slender body with my own, roughly tangled my fingers in her hair, and yanked her into a desperate, hungry kiss. At the sharp pull of my hand through her hair, she groaned in pleasure against my mouth, a noise that had my already spinning thoughts careening out of control. When I nipped at her lip, she whimpered and my mind went blank. I tried to undo the buttons on her shirt with my shaking hands, but I couldn't get a good enough grip. This is taking too long!
Pulling away, I let out a frustrated growl, grabbed the sides, and ripped it open. Buttons popped and clattered free and fabric gave way beneath my fingers until I could toss what was left off to the side and run my hands over her tantalizingly smooth skin. No matter how many times I saw it, her body never ceased to steal my breath away. All slim, firm muscle and soft angles, hard lines and curves. She was a contradiction in every sense of the word, and she was beautiful.
I pressed my mouth intently against hers again as I slid my hands up from her hips and over her firm stomach, exploring every inch of her flawless skin as heat welled up in me. I couldn’t get enough of the sensation of touching her, of running my hands over her body, of just being able to touch her anywhere and everywhere. My desire was an irresistible force, guiding me higher and higher; as I went, I dragged my nails over her skin, relishing the way she shivered. I palmed her breasts through her bra and squeezed ever so slightly. She squirmed beneath me, pressing into my hands as she entwined her fingers in my hair, intensifying the kiss. Teeth clacked and tongues brushed, and it was electrifying.
I slipped my hands beneath her bra, searching desperately for any and every scrap of contact, of closeness. Anything. Everything. I stroked my thumbs over the tips of her nipples and she whined, a delightful little sound that brought buzzing, blazing lust surging up from where it pulsed in my core. I needed more of those sounds, needed them like I used to need air to breathe. I needed to hear her wail and moan and gasp and scream, needed to hear my name on her lips at the very height of her pleasure.
It was with these thoughts in mind that I broke our kiss and propped myself up, silencing her noise of protest with a smoldering stare that held the promise of everything I’d just imagined. I eyed her chest, watching the way it rose and fell with her rapid breaths, then looked back up. We locked eyes as I snaked my hand under her and undid the clasp of her bra. I held her gaze as I slid its straps off her shoulders and tossed it away, then lowered my head.
As soon as I started running my tongue over her nipple, she let out a ragged gasp and grabbed fistfuls of my shirt, spurring me on. I licked and sucked and worried it with my teeth, sending shivers through her body and eliciting whimpers from her mouth. I knew I’d found a sensitive spot when she cried out and arched her back, digging her fingers into my waist. I kept at it -all the while letting my hands wander lower and lower over her figure- until she was shaking like a leaf and I could feel the wetness of her arousal through her pants. I fiddled with the zipper, having a hard time functioning in the consuming blaze of my desire; but stopped when Grelle grabbed my hand.
”Wait.”
Anxiety cascaded over me like a bucket of ice water and I sat up abruptly. Oh shit, oh fuck, did I do something wrong? We’ve done this before, but did I somehow misread the situa-
“I want to see you, to touch you, too.”
I blinked down at her, then relaxed with a relieved huff. I guided her hands to my chest, to the buttons of my shirt. As she finished undoing them, she leaned in and brushed her lips against my throat, right over my racing pulse. Her touch on my neck and my chest was like fire, and I nipped at her ear in response, shrugging out of my shirt and bra. The sinful heat sunk into my skin and suffused my voice as I whispered,
”Now would be a good time to put my chain to good use, don’t you think? Don’t worry, I won’t tie up your hands, you can still touch me. What I’ll do is restrain you in a way that won’t let you close your legs or interrupt me while I have my way with you. Would you like that?”
Her eyes fluttered closed. “Yes, love,” Grelle breathed out as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her pants and began to work them off, along with her panties. Her arousal was plain to see, and I couldn’t resist brushing my fingers over her slick skin; slowly, sensually. Her whole body twitched in response and she ground into my hand, letting out a breathy moan. If she was already this sensitive, I couldn’t wait for what was to come. With no small effort, I dragged my hand and my attention away then slipped out of my own pants, basking in her attentive, hungry gaze. I reached for the chain that had so conveniently wound up nearby. For a moment there was no sound but our lust-heavy breaths and the clinking of the chain links as I wrapped them around her spread legs and bare torso in an intricate pattern, watching the goosebumps rise on her skin in response to the touch of the cold metal and the thought of what it meant for her. When I finished, I tugged at the chain to make sure it held.
“Does that feel alright?” I asked. I didn’t want to hurt her any more than she wanted me to.
“It feels wonderful,” came the breathless reassurance. “Being exposed and helpless before you... it's thrilling.”
“And seeing you so eager for this is thrilling for me too, darling,” I murmured darkly before pulling her in for a kiss that emanated passion, caressing her face then continuing down. Down over her shoulders and chest and stomach, down to where she wanted me most. She cupped my breasts and thumbed my nipples, sending tingles of pleasure through my body, spurring me on. No more hesitation. I plunged two of my fingers into her soaked cunt and was rewarded with a muffled groan of pure rapture, sweet against my mouth. I stroked my fingers over that one spot I knew would absolutely undo her, my thrumming arousal consuming every inch of me at the torturously salacious sound she made. I reveled in the way her whole body shook as I pleasured her, in how wet she already was for me, in the way she threw her head back with each movement inside her. I kept up a steady rhythm, then I brushed my thumb over her clit and began rubbing circles around it, denying her the complete pleasure of my touch on the more sensitive center, but giving her just enough to intensify her bliss to the point of near delirium. I tugged sharply on her hair with my other hand, and she cried out, nails digging into my back and leaving marks on my skin.
Almost at the edge, at the peak of it all, her noises of rapture were music to my ears. A wild symphony, a rhapsody, my feverish magnum opus. Her legs strained at their bonds and her skin glistened with sweat, so close, so desperate. Nearer and nearer, nearly there. I brought my head down to pleasure her with my tongue. I needed to be closer to her, to taste her euphoria as she came. I slid my tongue in and out, finally stroking directly over her center the way she so longed for. Each brush of my tongue sent a shudder through her. Her legs twitched and trembled and her breath came in sharp, ragged, appetent gasps.
"Darling, plea- aah! Please! I'm going to-!"
She came with a wail of unadulterated ecstacy, spasms rocking her entire body, legs jerking in the throes of her climax. Her come was ambrosia on my tongue, sweet and heady as I took it all, working her through her high until she was just on the verge of oversensitive. I raised my head, gaze travelling up her body, limp with exhaustion and satisfaction, to rest on her flushed face. The look in her eyes about melted my heart with the amount of pure affection and deep passion it radiated, and I poured every ounce of my own emotion into a slow, sincere kiss. When we parted, I rested my forehead against hers and closed my eyes, just savoring the stillness and affection that suffused the air. She was so beautiful. No matter how hard I tried -and I tried- I could not find words worthy of her. She was indescribable, and I could only hope she could see and feel my reverence in this moment. This moment, and every other moment of every other day. Her eyes told me she did. In them, I could see my feelings reflected back at me, could see that she understood and that she loved me just as much as I did her. Where words failed, our bond did not.
She smiled a bit, just a small upturn of her mouth, and said,
"That was wonderful, love, but you can't expect me to take so much pleasure from you without letting me return the favor. I want to show you just how much I adore you."
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Random Masky headcanons(slight NSFW)
(again, this is based on my AU, so here tim/masky are the same person, so there is no character difference or much marble hornets references)
Really patient but loses it with toby, jeff, and ben
For a broke guy he has really expensive taste (for food and clothes) but it doesn't mean he'll deny any free food
A sucker for homemade meals
Smokes and drinks a lot
Hates weed
Lets say that ben and jeff gave him a pot brownie and hated the experience and was embarrassed to talk to slenderman
If he does get high, he does the most random and says and does the stupidest things
Hoodie was his best friend before becoming proxies, so he's the only person he usually opens up to
Loves getting massaged
Sexually frustrated
A bit cocky
He's 28. He's the oldest there. So he gets called a boomer a lot by ben (slender, LJ, and EJ don't count sense they're literally immortal sense they're demons )
Actually would really look forward for a relationship, get married, and settle in. But it's kinda hard to date with his full time proxy job
Family man. Would probably like to have 3 to 4 kids
Kind of insecure about his age sense usually the girls he likes are younger than him (they're still 18+ but the girl's he's (surprisingly) confessed to have rejected him due to them looking for someone more their age)
Prefers to be called masky and rarely takes off his mask
Doesn't mind to be called Tim sense it's his real name but hates it when toby and ben called him "timmy"
"Can you stop calling me timmy turner?!?"
Has eyebags due to lack of sleep
Always drinking coffee or la croix
Will sometimes be working up to 3am while eating a bucket of chicken
When he trusts you enough he lets you see him without his mask
If he's around his crush without a mask, he's actually really shy and gets easily flustered and blushes a lot
Loves to be outdoors, so he loves fishing, going on boat, etc
If you accept a date with him he'll obviously take you outdoors for the date. Example: going on a boat ride together, having a picnic, horseback riding, star gazing, etc)
Great fighter and has a lot of strength
Arms are strong as fuck
Always prefers to be dom
Will defend anyone he loves or cares about
If he has a proxy S/O, they'll always be their top priority
His job has him sexually frustraded, so expect a lot of quickies during the day
Knows how to sing but never admits it or lets anyone hear him
He lowkey likes to sing though
Plays guitar
Would actually serenade or sing to his S/O when the others aren't around
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The Damn Bet.
(Fred Weasley x Reader)
It was a fucking bet that started this whole ordeal. Not a bet of romance but of words. You had this argument with Fred, claiming that he was an "insolent fool" and had the IQ of a small child after yet another prank on your house which was Slytherin. Well he took that as a challenge and asked "Alright Love, what will make you think that I'm smart? If you're going to be so cocky about this." So you formed a bet. A bet that would come back to bite you in the ass.
"Alright. You want to play this game?" You snapped. "I definitely do if it means you'll be less grouchy around me!" Fred sighed. "Speak elegantly and with poise for the next week." You said. "That's it? Fuck, I'll do that for a damn month." "You're on Weasley!" You said. "When does this start!?" He asked. "Right now!" You said.
And so Fred wouldn't shut the fuck up around you. You expected him to fail almost immediately but he didn't. He actually was doing great! Too great.... He wouldn't turn it off either, everytime he opened his mouth it was almost old English sounding. Nothing would ever be quite as surprising as that first conversation you had with him during the bet.
"Good evening Fred." You greeted as he sat down in the library. "Good evening Y/n, does the library sooth you or is there any particular reason you appear to be relaxed?" Fred asked you making you look up. Shit. Don't tell me he actually can keep this up. "Literature soothes me." You said leaning up. "I cannot say it provides me that same sensation. I'm less of a reader, more of a speaker." He told you. Oh shit. He could keep up.
So you would talk to him more and more, hoping he'd fuck up. Instead he actually got better, quicker with his responses. You started getting frustrated, waiting for a moment when he'd break but there was nothing! No breaks in his speech, no moments where he stuttered, nothing. What was even more frustrating.... Was that you were beginning to like him.
Not this intelligent side to him no, though that was very compelling. But you almost smiled everytime the boy left you speechless. You almost showed happiness when he'd make you stumble over your words and he would practically skip away with joy. You were becoming frustrated with yourself for liking him. For God's sake... You were supposed to hate him.
"What's going on in that mind of yours Y/n?" Fred asked, sitting across from you at the usual table in the library. You looked up and sighed. "Must you speak? It's distracting." You huffed. "Must you be so rude to me? you plague my thoughts enough already, now you're making me think I've done something wrong." Fred said to you. You looked up, frowning. "I usually speak to you in this demeanor, what on earth do you mean that I've plagued your thoughts?" You asked. "You trouble me. You make me mad. I think about you almost the entire day, I barely slept this week alone." Fred said. "Christ-- Fred, you really think your words will work on me don't you?" You said, closing your book and getting up.
You walked down the hall and he followed. "Why do you doubt me?" He asked. "Because I've seen this done to other girls before!" You snapped. "You're different." He said. "How so?" You asked. "for one you're a lot more spiteful." He started. "Oh my, I'm swooning as we speak." You said sarcastically before walking into the great hall for dinner. He huffed and walked after you.
"Y/n, what can I do to prove to you that my words are true?" He asked. You rolled your eyes. "Nothing, because I won't believe you." You said, still walking. "Y/n." He said, grabbing your hand. “I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you." He quoted.
You blinked a few times and a few students were now looking. "Did you just quote... Jane Austen?" You asked. "I read. I read for you, I've lacked sleep for almost a month, a few minutes the bet ends yet I have to say this now." Fred said, still holding your hand. "I love you Y/n." He said. You yanked your hand back. "No. No you do not. This is a tatic-- a trick." You breathed. "It isn't." He assured. "It has to be!" You exclaimed. "Why!? Why do you believe my feelings to be false Y/n!?" He asked.
George leaned over to Harry. "Any clue as to what the hell is happening?" He asked. "No fucking idea man." Harry responded.
You shook your head. "Your words can't have meaning. You can't. I-I can't.... This can't happen!" You said frustrated. "And why not? Because society said so?" He asked. "I have no bounds to what society wants Fred, if your words have meaning-- if I let them have their intended meaning, I could fall." You said sharply. "Is that so bad!?" Fred asked. "Yes!" You said. "Why!?" Fred asked. You shook your head.
Ron bit into a chicken leg watching the two of you. "This just got intense." Hermione muttered. "I'm so invested in this." Dean muttered watching you two as well.
"because--" "Because what!?" "Because there's no guarantee you'd catch me!" You said. "I would--" "Fred. I will not risk falling from such a height that could leave me dead. If I wanted that I'd jump off of the astronomy tower. You drive me mad. You plague my mind like a poison and you make me believe you care." You told him. "What is making you believe that I don't care? Is it the bet? Because I will drop that now if it means you'll listen." Fred asked. You shook your head. "It's not the bet." "then what is it?" Fred asked. "It's this Fred. This." You said motioning to everything around you.
Hermione and George leaned forward watching.
"The school?" "The fact you chose to do this in a public setting. The fact you chose to keep this up around people. The fact that you continue to do this." You told him. Fred shook his head. "I am only standing here because this is where you were walking to. Has it occured to you Princess, that we usually end up in public settings after I follow you?" Fred asked.
"Plot twist." Ron muttered as Harry gaped.
"I--" "I follow you like a patron to a God. I cling to every word as if it were gospel, I love you y/n--" "Stop saying that!" You whined.
Even Draco was watching intently by this point. "Do you think they'll--" "Shut up Crabbe I can't hear what she's going to say next." Draco hushed.
Fred sighed and ran a hand over his face. "Let me love you." "No." "Let me see you." "No" "Let me be with you" he begged. You drew shaking breaths.
"The bet ends in three minutes." George whispered making the group of we watching Gryffindors lean forward to listen better.
You stood almost completely still. His hand was still in yours, your fingers refusing to intertwine with his. "We wouldn't work--" "How do you know?" Fred asked. "because we bicker all the time-- we're bickering now!" You said, slowly moving closer to him due to his pulling. He moved your hair away from your face and you swallowed. "We... We wouldn't..." You struggled to form words and he nodded. "Tell me more." He teased. "We..." You swallowed hard as he lifted both of your hands, bringing them to his lips and kissing your knuckles. "You drive me to the brink of insanity Weasley." You muttered. "You do the same to me Y/n." Fred whispered. ".... Fred..." You breathed out.
"The bet just ended." George said looking at Dean's watch. "What's going to happen!?" Neville whispered to the group and they all watched patiently.
Fred didn't move, neither did you. You could feel his breath, you could smell him and you could hear the ticking of your wrist watch. "The bet is finished." You muttered. "I want to change my reward." "You never had reward for winning." You said. "Well I want one if you'll hear me out." He huffed. "What?" You asked. "A kiss. I did the damn bet for a month, I should be able to get a kiss." He said making you roll your eyes. "Fine--" was all he heard and he quickly let go of your hands, cupping your cheeks and kissing your lips. You nearly stumbled back but he held you to him as if you were the last thing he had. You sank into his hold and students seemed to be mesmerized.
You pulled away and huffed. "You really suck Weasley." You grumbled and he chuckled. "Disappointed you lost?" He asked. "Yeah! You're supposed to be a jackass, not intelligent!" You said making him a smile. "Can I be your jackass though?" He asked. You looked at him and shook your head with a laugh. "...Alright Weasley." You nodded and he smiled.
"JUST SHAG ALREADY--" "SHUT UP GOYLE!" Draco hushed and you realized people were watching.
"Oh... Oh God no." You groaned. "What, afraid to be associated with a Weasley?" He asked. "No... Mcgonagall is watching." You whined before smacking your forehead on Fred's shoulder and he snorted. "Hi professor." He waved making you groan.
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matchmaker
request: Can I have prompt #68 w/ Matthew Tkachuk please? Thank you ahead of time!
prompt: “I want you to look at me the way you look at him.” / number 68 off of this list with Matthew Tkachuk.
summary: Matt keeps trying to set you up with random guys, until one day when he realizes he doesn’t want you going out with anyone else but him.
warnings: drinking, swearing
word count: 2.8k
You weren’t sure why you were such good friends with Calgary’s resident nuisance Matthew Tkachuk. He was nothing but trouble, that much was obvious by the way he was search the bar, trying to find an eligible guy for you.
It all started by a slip of your tongue. You hadn’t meant to spur him on, and if you had known just the lengths he would go to in order to prove you wrong you would have never agreed to see a movie with him. You would have avoided having him ask you about your love life and you definitely would not have told him you thought he couldn’t set you up with a guy you actually liked.
Because he took it as a challenge, and now every time you went out with him and other friends to bars or clubs he would constantly point out guys he thought you would like. Unsurprisingly, none of the matches stuck.
“What about him?” Matt elbowed your side from his spot beside you in a booth. You had been busy talking to his teammate and your mutual friend Johnny, but the conversation was quickly dropped, much to your chagrin.
See, the reason none of Matt’s matches seemed to work was because you were more or less in love with him. He may be a pest, but you found his teasing endearing most of the time. Not to mention, with his gorgeous eyes and wild curls, he wasn’t half bad to look at. But he couldn’t know this, not when it was so obvious that he wasn’t interested.
So you let him play matchmaker, enjoying just a little bit how frustrated he got when you were completely uninterested in any of the guys.
Your gaze followed the direction that Matt’s finger was pointed to find someone so completely not your type. You roll your eyes, ignoring the curly haired boy beside you in a bid to get him to stop.
Of course, that never deterred him.
“Come on, why not?” He urged, and Johnny excused himself. Johnny was the only person that knew of your feelings, and you hadn't even meant to tell him. It was a night similar to this one and you had one too many drinks, and Johnny had just happened to be there when you spotted Matt talking to some gorgeous girl that had you feeling green with envy. You spilled your guts then, and now you desperately wanted to follow Johnny, but by the attractive, albeit shit-eating, grin on Matt’s face had you rooted in your spot. Once more, you roll your eyes at him. It was a typical action when you were around him, so he wasn’t fazed in the slightest.
“Not my type.” You offered lamely, taking a sip of your drink to make sure you wouldn’t spill the truth. You were a few drinks in and sometimes that meant you let secrets spill easy—case in point, Johnny. But this was one you had been harboring for a while and had gotten pretty decent at hiding—though you could never be too careful.
“You say that about every guy. I’m starting to think you don’t actually have a type.” Matt sighed, clearly exasperated with your answer.
“Maybe I don’t want to hook up with some random guy in a bar.” You shrugged. Matt screwed his face up at that and you giggled.
“You don’t have to hook up with him. Just talk to him.” You shook your head, knowing there was no point of arguing him with. He was stubborn and though you usually didn't mind it, you were getting tired of having to tell him you weren’t interested in other guys while avoiding the fact that you were interested in him.
“Trust me, Matty. It’s one in the morning at a bar, that guy just wants to hook up.”
The next time you saw Matt, it had been at your apartment. It was tradition that before he left for road trips, he would come to yours and you would cook him dinner. It started one night when he came over, complaining that he didn’t have any food at his place. You had already been in the process of cooking for yourself, so you invited him to stay. Calgary had won nearly every game on the trip, and he came home insisting their string of good games had been due to your cooking.
“Back off, Tkachuk.” You teased, watching as he eyed the chicken in the pan. He laughed, pinching your side as he moved past you to return to his seat at the island. You focused on cutting the vegetables to try and cover up the fact this touch—no matter how obnoxious it was—had you blushing.
“I can’t help it, I’m starving.” You rolled your eyes, but nonetheless smiled. He was a pest, you were well aware of it, but you loved him for it.
“It’ll be better when it’s actually done.” You chided. After that, he let you cook in peace, and as he typically did, he set plates out. You ate in the living room, the show you had been watching as of late on, and Matt only slightly complained when he didn't know what was happening.
“You’re the best cook I know.” Matt complimented, setting his plate on the coffee table and you mimicked his actions, him leaning into the back of the couch and you resting against the armrest. You stretched your legs out across his lap, trying to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat when his hands fell atop your shins. It wasn't an unfamiliar position for the two of you to be in, but it never failed to fluster you.
“Even better than your mother?” You teased, glancing between him and the television. He wasn't paying attention, though he usually didn’t when he wasn’t the one to pick the show, but what was odd was that he was looking at you. He laughed, though you could tell that he was a bit distraction. The weight of his gaze fell heavy on you, and you couldn't help but turn to face him. When you met his stare, it felt as if something shifted between the two of you.
“My mom’s is the best, but you’re like my home away from home.” He said, and there was a charge in the air that had your cheeks burning red and you forced your attention back the the show. You weren’t sure where his confession had come from, as Matt wasn’t one to get serious often. But the way he was dragging his thumb over the exposed skin of your legs, and the fact that his gaze hadn’t left the side of your head had you letting yourself believe that his words hinted at something more. “When’s the last time you went on a date?”
And just like that, the moment was over. He was back to his matchmaker ways, and you sighed. You stood up, collecting the dirty plates and heading back into your kitchen to start cleaning up.
“Why do you care, Matty?” You argued, having heard him called your name as he followed you.
“Because I don’t want you to be lonely when I’m gone.”
“So you want me to go on a date?” You were starting to get annoyed, you had let yourself get your hopes up in the moment and suddenly you were faced with reality once more. The reality where you and Matt were nothing more than friends and he wanted to set you up with up someone else.
“I mean, kinda?” He sounded conflicted, which was new. You turned to face him, his brows were tugged together as he studied you. His hands were on his hips as he looked down at you, and you suddenly became self-conscious under his gaze. “I don't know.”
This wasn't your Matthew. He was always so self-assured, cocky on the ice and borderline off of it. The young man standing in your kitchen seemed so unsure of himself, as if he was looking for the answer to an unasked question in you.
“I uh, I’ve got to get up early tomorrow.” This time, it was your turn to look at the other with confusion. You nodded, the look of total puzzlement on your face as you watched Matt head for the door. You barely were able to tell him goodbye before he was out of your apartment, the door shutting behind him and leaving you alone and confused.
You hadn’t gotten any answers as to his unusual behavior and he had been back from his road trip for a few days. Though, by the second game while he was away, he had called you late one night to catch up on your day. He seemed a little more reserved, which had you wondering if you had done something wrong. Thinking that you hadn't gotten so frustrated at him for trying to set you up. Since then, you had been searching for your matchmaking best friend, because even if you hated his set ups, at least he was by your side.
You were supposed to go out with the boys, because even if Matt was being weird, you were still friends with all of them. So after their game had ended, you waited a while before heading down the hallway by the locker rooms to wait for them to finish up post-game interviews and take their much needed showers.
Johnny was the first to exit, and upon spotting you, made a bee-line to get to you. He had an exasperated look on his face, and considering you hadn’t seen him since before this last road trip, you weren't sure what was up. You were about to question him, but all you were able to do was raise your brow in confusion before he spoke.
“You have to tell Matt you like him back.” You eyes bulged out of your head and you swatted his arm and shushed him, the totality of his words not hitting you yet.
“People could hear you!” You hissed, pulling him by his bicep out of the crowd, most of which were giving you looks not from what Johnny had said, but from how you reacted. “And what do you mean back?”
“He’s been nonstop talking about you since the road trip.” Johnny sounded exhausted, and if your mind hadn't been racing a million miles a minute about the implications of his statement, you would've sympathized with him about Matt’s ability to be a pest. “Something about how he went for dinner at yours and it just kind of hit him that he’s always been in love with you.”
“Johnny, what the fuck!” You shrieked. It was nearly too much information to receive at once, that your best friend, that you were in love with, returned your feelings. Johnny laughed at you, the sound of your exclamation drew the attention of Elias and Matt, who emerged from the locker room at the same time.
When you met Matt’s gaze, you felt your stomach do flips. You smiled awkwardly at him, cheeks a little flustered when suddenly an idea came to you. Matt had been acting different around you because he realized he had feelings for you, and as a punishment for making you second guess yourself, you were going to mess with him.
“You promise you’re telling the truth?” You whispered to Johnny, not only because you needed just that little bit extra affirmation that your feelings were returned and also because you didn't want Matt to hear you.
“I wouldn't lie to you, especially not about something like this.” Johnny replied, talking in the same low volume you did. You grinned widely at this, turning back to Matt, cataloging how he was smiling softly at you. Usually, after he played as good as he had tonight, his smile would be smug. You wanted your old Matt back, and you had a plan to get him back.
“You know what, Matty?” You said with a grin as he and Elias were within earshot. He beamed at the nickname, and you had used it enough that his teammates had given up chirping him about it. “I’m going to let you play matchmaker tonight. Find me a good one.” You pat his bicep as you walked past him, pretending to ignore the way his smile faltered at your comment or at the fact that Johnny and Elias both started to laugh at the flabbergasted look on his face.
Tonight was going to be fun.
As soon as you had gotten to the bar, you had broken off from the group to use the bathroom, and then you made your way to the bar. You weren’t alone long, because a tall, unfamiliar, figure stood next to your stool.
He was handsome, in the typical way that was almost boring to you. He didn't have the curly hair that Matt did, or the smug grin that somehow was endearing despite the fact that he made you roll your eyes more times than any person you had ever met.
But this stranger was someone that seemed interested in you, if the way he was smiling at you was any indication.
“Hi.” You greeted shyly, because even if you had a plan to mess with Matt, you were still talking to an attractive guy at the bar. You glanced over your shoulder, feeling the weight of someone’s eyes on you and were completely unsurprised to see Matt boring holes into the back of your head. You shot Matt a wink before turning back to the stranger, propping your chin up on the palm of your hand for extra effect.
The stranger barely was able to return the greeting before a solid body slid behind you. The newcomer placed a hand on your hip, no doubt glaring at the stranger in front of you over your shoulder. You knew who it was, though you were a little shocked at the speed that he had crossed the bar at.
“What’s up, man?” Matt asked the guy, his hand on your hip shifting so his arm was around your waist. You leaned back into him, smiling at the way his grip tightened on you at your action. The stranger eyed Matt carefully, the way he wrapped himself around you, and you would’ve called Matt out for his casual possessiveness, except you were reveling in the feeling of his touch on you.
The stranger left without any protest, and you spun on your stool to face Matt. His arm fell from around you, and you spotted the frown on his face. Even from your spot on the stool, you were still slightly looking up at him as he leaned sideways against the bar.
“Why are you so pouty, Matty?” You teased, poking his stomach and mimicking his frown.
“I want you to look at me the way you look at him.” He confessed, and though you had been trying to make him confront his feelings you hadn’t expected him to give in so soon.
Matthew Tkachuk was nothing if not stubborn, but his current demeanor showed that he truly cared about.
And because you were trying to process a thousand and one different thoughts, you laughed, effectively ruining the moment. Matt looked at you, and you could tell that he was confused—even a little nervous, and your Matt didn't get nervous—by your reaction.
“Sorry.” You chuckled, waving a hand between the two of you. “It’s just, I do look at you the way you think I was looking that guy.”
“You do?” You chuckled at the way his eyes practically bulged out of his head and he had never looked more confused, more hopeful, than he did in the moment he processed your words.
“I have for, like, months now.” You nodded. “I was just doing that to mess with you.”
And just like that, your Matthew was back. His shocked smile turned to a shit-eating grin, his cocky aura retuning. You smiled widely, glad that not only did he return to normal, but your feelings were out in the open and, most importantly, they were returned.
“So, I guess that means I can do this.” Matt stated smugly, using one of his hands to cup your face. He was leaning in, giving you enough time to back out if you wanted to. Before you knew it, his lips were crashing against yours and any remarks you could have made left your mind in an instant. It was a long time coming, and the fact that Matt had been so oblivious to your feelings was so on brand that the kiss was a little awkward with how much you both were smiling.
When you pulled away to breathe, Matt looked like the cat that ate the canary. You rolled your eyes at him, but the smile never left your face as he dropped his hand from your face, parting your knees to stand between them. You sighed, propping your head on your hand, looking up at Matt the same way you had been looking at the stranger earlier. Except, this time, the adoration on your face was genuine.
“Guess you can.”
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This was from a writing challenge I had in my discord server a while back. Never really shared it outside, so I thought I’ll throw it here. I don’t think I’ll ever post it on my AO3
Title: - Rating: M Pairing: Aomine/Kagami TW: Suicide. The other dies in the end too but due to an unrelated incidence.
17 January.
Am I okay? I feel like I'm falling back down. I never knew how much I like his presence until he's not there anymore.
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Kagami was pretty sure he was in love.
But no one should take his word for it. After all, he didn't know the first thing about romance, so this could just be a stupid infatuation for all he knew, but he really couldn't help it. Aomine was... unreal. He was convinced that the Touou player wasn't human because how could someone be so dazzling? It didn't even matter that he had such a cocky attitude. If anything, it made everything that much better.
Because what was wrong with confidence when he had the skill to back it up? Besides, Kagami found that kind of sexy.
In fear of his own emotion, he hid.
Over the course of his second year, he slowly grew more and more distant from Aomine after convincing himself that this was for the best. It would be much easier on his heart if he never confessed, therefore he'd never get rejected.
That didn't stop him from pining from afar, though.
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21 March.
Satsuki suspects that something's up but I really don't wanna worry her more than I already do.
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It all happened too quickly and too suddenly.
Kagami was eighteen years old, attending the last year of high school in Seirin when he felt something was amiss. Initially, he ignored it, thinking that the sudden throbbing in his heart was just his imagination and he continued playing basketball. Interhigh was just around the corner and their first opponent was Touou, so he couldn't afford to get distracted.
However, the nausea persisted throughout the night. Kagami tossed and turned in his bed as he wondered what could possibly cause such agitation. Cold sweat ran along his back as he forced himself to get some shut-eye only to finally succeed at too-late o'clock.
Something was seriously not right, but he couldn't pinpoint what exactly.
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1 April
I hate this. I don't know what the point is anymore. There's only so much that basketball can numb and I'm fucking hurting all over. I don't know how to reconnect with Tetsu and the others and I damn well don't wanna go to Kagami. Where is he anyway? Haven't seen him around lately...
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Aomine wasn't there for their match.
And he wasn't the only one absent either. The spot next to Harasawa where Momoi usually sat was empty and the entirety of Touou seemed extremely distracted. Their focus was at an all-time low and they looked uncharacteristically distracted. Was it simply because of their missing ace? Kagami had a feeling that it was something else entirely. Judging from Kuroko's body language that conveyed discomfort, the redhead grew more certain that something else was gnawing on them.
No one wanted to tell him where Aomine was. They all simply turned their heads the other way and walked away, frustrating Kagami to no end. While he knew that they didn't look like the best buddies, he respected the other power forward. Kagami would go as far as to admit that he had a massive crush on Aomine.
Of course, it wasn't something he'd say out loud. In fact, instead of acting on it, he chose to stay as far away as possible. He figured that if he never showed any affection, he wouldn't have to get rejected. Better safe than sorry. Aomine looked like he was far from gay, so Kagami wanted to spare himself the heartache.
He knew he had no right to pry, but he felt like he deserved to know why Aomine didn't come.
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13 May
All I do is hurt everyone near me even when they're just trying to help. Maybe it's better if I don't ask for help... It'll just be a pain in the ass. At the end of the day, it's my problem. I got no rights dragging other people into it, especially after what I've done. I'm so fucking tired. I'm so sick of feeling like this. If it wasn't for basketball, I... maybe I'd be long dead or something. Guess I'll have no choice but to keep playing.
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Gone.
He was gone.
There was a deafening ringing in Kagami's ears when Momoi broke the news that Aomine had passed away. He had overdosed on paracetamol the night before the match. His parents were away on a business trip, so he wasn't found until Momoi broke into her childhood friend's place and saw Aomine's unconscious body in the kitchen. His skin was pale, deathly blue and icy cold.
Kagami didn't know what to say or how to react, so he only stood there.
He didn't cry. He couldn't.
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11 June
I can't sleep. My head hurts. It's so pathetic but I feel so lonely... I still haven't told anyone, but I think I really should see a psychologist.
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In the coffin lied Aomine's dead body. His silky blue hair was neatly brushed and there was no crease on his forehead. It was an unfamiliar sight for Kagami who could only stare at the man who would never again look at him with his electric navy eyes. Kagami would never again face him in a heated battle, would never again scream or be screamed at. There would be none of that infuriating lopsided smirk, that mocking laughter or the obsolete 'the only one who can beat me is me'.
He should be happy to finally be rid of Aomine's cocky attitude, but he wasn't.
Because it meant he would never see Aomine in his raw form, glistening in sweat and the joy of a child as he played the sport he loved ever again, nor one of his rare sincere smiles. There would be none of that husky voice haunting him at night when he only had his right hand as a company. Soon, the seat that Aomine occupied in Maji burger when they had dinner with the rest of the Generation of Miracles would be empty.
Kagami once again stared at the man who'd never again open his eyes. He looked so peaceful in death, unlike how he usually carried himself when he was alive and breathing.
And that was what hurt Kagami the most.
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19 June
I can't do this anymore. No matter where I look, I don't see anyone who can help me. Besides, it's embarrassing to talk to them about this... shit. And I don't have money for psychologists either. Why are they so expensive? I sure as hell can't ask mum and dad because they'll end up grilling me about it.
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In the months following Aomine's death—suicide, Kagami felt empty.
They found a journal under the man's pillow that detailed his slow spiral into depression. While he had his good days and things looked promising a couple of years ago when he finally regained the love of basketball that he thought he had lost forever, it didn't last.
He thought about all the missed opportunities that metastasised into regrets. There were multiple occasions when he was able to lend a helping hand, but all he ever did was chicken out. He was too scared of his own feelings for Aomine that he ended up running away.
Kagami wondered if he had talked more to him, he'd still be here right now. Maybe he was part of the reason why Aomine killed himself.
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1 July
I'm getting really worried... The voices in my head won't stop. Earlier I had to call Satsuki just so I can talk to someone. I don't wanna worry her... I really don't. But between her and my parents... I guess I don't have a choice.
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They said time healed all wounds, but Kagami started to suspect that maybe some wounds were simply too deep to ever disappear.
It had been too many years since Aomine's untimely death and he could barely remember the guy's face or voice anymore, but it never hurt any less when he remembered the arrogant Touou ace.
"Papa!"
Kagami looked away from the newspaper on his hand when he heard his little girl running towards him with glee. Her fingers were stubby and she was still unbalanced on her feet. The sight never ceased to warm his heart.
Despite living with his beautiful wife that he didn't deserve, Kagami never really truly let go of his past. He'd done well concealing it, but he knew that his wife suspected that something was up.
There were lingering what-if's spinning in his head. If he had asked Aomine for a one-on-one that evening, maybe none of this would ever happen. Maybe right now, they'd be living together with a child of their own. Or maybe they'd still be friends, rivals, whatever.
Maybe if they celebrated their birthdays together, maybe if Kagami gave him that box of homemade chocolate hiding in his fridge for valentine's, maybe if they spent one more day together in Maji's, maybe Aomine would still be alive right now. Even if they ended up drifting apart or hated each other's guts, it would be much better than this.
It was stupid to wallow in regret, he knew.
However, the diary that Momoi insisted he kept burned a hole in the nightstand. It was a grim reminder of his failure; of his cowardice that cost him the one person he wanted to see smile.
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6 August
What would he say if he were here?
Where did he go, seriously... it's been so long since we've last met or talked.
I guess it's the interhigh soon. Maybe I'll see him again then.
.
He didn't even know when he started to grow such intense feelings for Aomine. For years he searched, but could never really pinpoint the exact time.
"Kagami-kun, it's time to go." Kuroko gently put a hand on the door and glanced at his old friend with a pair of sympathetic eyes that turned even more mellow when he saw the worn diary on Kagami's lap. "Don't you think you've carried this weight enough?"
The redhead stared at the wrinkly paper before he put it neatly in his suitcase on top of his clothes. "I'll carry it to my grave."
"It wasn't your fault." Said the lithe male with a monotone voice, but full of sadness for those who knew him.
Maybe if Kuroko actually read through the diary, he'd change his mind, Kagami thought.
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12 August
I really wanna tell him how much I like talking to him.
This is so stupid.
I texted him but he never replied. It's been 3 weeks.
Maybe he hates me now.
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He knew that one of these days, he'd get himself in a pickle he'd never get out of. Today so happened to be one of those days.
Regardless of what would happen, he was happy that he had divorced his wife and she had the custody of their daughter. As for his friends... well, they'd live. Everyone knew what being a firefighter would entail. Lots of rescuing cats from the tree, fetching lost keys from the gutters, running into a burning building and in some cases...
Death.
Yeah, that was a thing too.
With a forced laughter, Kagami curled his head under his chest to avoid inhaling more smoke than he already did. However, all openings were sealed and he had nowhere else to go.
He really should've chosen another path. NBA, for one. By now, he'd probably be past his prime. 35 years old. He'd be retired with a lot of money. Definitely more than he would ever get by working as a firefighter.
As the fire licked the space around him and burnt wood toppling down from the ceiling, Kagami waited for the moment when one would crush him and put him out of his misery. Or maybe his friends would come in and drag him out.
"...gami..."
The redhead lied on his stomach, eyes glassy as he watched the building structure crashed down all around him.
"Oi, Bakagami! How long are you gonna sulk for?"
"I'm not sulking..." He mumbled under his breath. "...Ahomine."
Ah, yeah. That was what he sounded like. Low, husky and seductive voice that he couldn't get enough of.
"C'mon, let's play." Those lips upturned into a grin and even though the rest of his face was obscured by the light, Kagami could clearly see beautiful deep blue eyes and frown lines on his forehead. "You were the one who bugged me, so just get up already."
"You're not an early riser, idiot. Why are you so—" he coughed after a particularly nasty inhale," so eager..."
"Hurry or I guess we won't play. I'll give you five minutes."
"Five minutes? I'll whoop your ass in three." He snorted inbetween his coughing fit.
"After all that talk you're just gonna lie there? I know you only had like, 3 hours sleep, but I thought you've been looking forward to this."
He felt his eyes slowly closing.
"Daiki..." He heaved tiredly. A piece of wood fell on his thigh and he bit out a scream when it charred his protective gear. Even through it, he felt the deathly heat. "I—Argh!" He didn't even know what the fuck that was but he was pretty sure it crushed his left leg. "I'm sorry. I'll be there soon."
"Fine," The light slowly eased as Aomine's head blocked the source of light to create a halo. Tanned skin, boyish grin and eyes that were positively brimming with life. "I'll wait for you."
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15 August
If there's a life after death.
I wonder if they play basketball?
If they do, maybe I'll get to play with him again one day.
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Sins | Levi x reader x Jean
pairing: levi x reader, jean kirstein x reader
warnings: very light smut (it’s like two paragraphs), some fluff, some angst, sort of an au? (the 104th cadets are aged up), swearing
wc: 9k
a/n: my first story on the new and improved blog! quite exciting. i hope you all enjoy it! please reblog/leave feedback if you want! xxx
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Why you had chosen this particular tea shop, you weren’t necessarily sure. Perhaps because of its familiarity or the fact that it was the only place that sold your favorite tea. Or perhaps, because it reminded you of him. But, maybe not.
The first thing you noticed when you entered was the sweet fragrance of honey and tea leaves mixing in the air. It was soothing, a smell you were too used to. The second thing you noticed, however, was something entirely new: a young man, standing in front of the displays with a look of confusion and frustration painted across his features.
And boy, were those some handsome features.
The shirt he was wearing was a simple collared one, but it framed his jaw perfectly, making it look even more sharp than it already was. His two-toned hair was spiky, but looked soft, like it was waiting for someone’s fingers to run through it. Just as you thought that, the boy brought his hand up, swiping it through his hair until it rested on his neck. His grip was tight, and you wondered what could possibly be so hard about picking out tea. You decided to ask.
“I didn’t know picking out tea could be so difficult,” you mused from beside him. He looked up at you, surprised. A gentle smile graced your lips, and his cheeks took on a light pink tone.
“Uhh,” he chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck before finally dropping his arm to rest at his side, “It’s for someone important, so I wanna make sure I get it right. Pretty sure I’ll be in big trouble if I mess this up.”
Your smile fell for a moment, but you quickly replaced it with a fake one. “Oh? Girlfriend?” You raised an eyebrow, curious as to what his answer would be. You moved a hand, crossing your fingers behind your back that the answer would be a ‘no.’
“Ahah, no, I wish.” You mentally celebrated. “It’s for my boss. He’s very particular,” he explained. You hummed in response, nodding in understanding; you knew someone like that. The boy turned away from you and back towards the display. He swept a hand along the different teas, pursing his lips. “Any suggestions?” It was clear that he was hopeful as his golden eyes pierced yours. You sucked in a quick breath at the intensity of his stare.
“Well, does he like a stronger, dark tea or something more like green tea?” There was a flavor already in your mind, but you waited to hear the man’s answer. After all, you couldn’t project him onto everyone.
“Dark,” the boy answered immediately. He seemed sure of his answer.
You nodded. “Right. Then, I’d suggest this one.” You pointed to the tea you had in mind, its gold and black box reminding you of different times. You quickly pulled your gaze away, choosing instead to stare at the man beside you. “It’s quite strong, and for the most part, just a simple black tea. It has a note of honey, but I personally think it adds to the flavor.”
“Thanks, I’ll trust your judgement. I’m blaming you if he hates it.” He pointed at you with one finger, the others holding the box, and with his eyebrows raised. He was obviously joking, and you decided to play along.
“Oh, yes, of course. I shall take full blame,” you assured him. “I bet you five dollars he won’t hate it, though.” You smirked playfully, leaning your weight onto one leg and jutting out your hip slightly.
He was quick to retort, “How about dinner instead? If he likes it, I’ll take you out to dinner… as a thank you, of course.” His suave expression was unwavering, but you could tell from the pink on the tips of his ears that he was nervous.
You laughed, holding out your hand for a handshake. “Deal.”
He grasped your hand in his much larger one. It was calloused—he must do something physical for his job—but still, his grasp was warm and firm. Comforting, safe. A genuine smile broke through his cocky exterior, and you enjoyed the way his lips curved; they looked soft.
“I’m Jean,” he introduced.
“Y/N,” you responded, holding onto his hand for a beat too long. There was something electric flowing through you just from that one touch, and you hadn’t wanted to let go. His grip was just as strong, though, so it was safe to assume that he didn’t want to break the contact either.
The handshake was dropped, and the two of you just stared at each other for a moment. His eyes really were beautiful: a deep and rich amber color just begging to be looked at. You complied, searching his eyes for you-didn’t-even-know what. There was something hiding behind them, something that you pinpointed as desire. You weren’t ashamed to realize that the same thing was swimming in your own eyes.
“Do you want to come home with me?” He blurted out, like if he didn't say it all at once, he would chicken out halfway through.
Your eyes widened in surprise, but you agreed quickly, “Sure.”
You didn’t have to be back at HQ until tomorrow morning, so what was the harm?
Turns out, the harm was that once you found yourself in Jean’s arms, you didn’t want to leave.
As soon as you had gotten to Jean’s house, things started to get serious. He had slammed the door behind you when you had entered, quickly pressing you up against it to meet his lips with yours. It was a hungry kiss, but it wasn’t aggressive; more needy than anything. You had complied, happily letting him take the lead. To your surprise, he didn’t strip you right there in the entryway. Instead, he picked you up, your legs wrapped securely around his waist, and brought you to a bedroom that was just as barren as the rest of the house.
There, he ripped off your shirt carelessly, the buttons popping off and effectively making the shirt unwearable. You had yelped in protest, but he just chuckled and continued to leave bites down your neck. Next was his shirt, soon followed by his pants and yours. He had struggled to unclasp your bra, but eventually got it once he gave up on only using one hand and switched to two. Then, his underwear came off and yours did, as well, and soon it was just Jean staring up at you from in between your legs. A hunger was evident in his eyes as he asked for your permission. As soon as you granted it, his tongue was lapping against your folds, making you moan at the sudden contact.
Multiple times that night, he had you crying out his name, voice unsteady and breath heavy. Of course, you had done the same for him, making him just as tired as you were. It was an equal give-and-take; when you didn’t reach your peak during penetration, he came back and took care of you, making sure he made you feel just as good as he did, if not more. It was sweet and honestly, refreshing. A man who truly cared about your pleasure. Interesting…
At the current time, you were asleep in his arms, your head resting against his bare (and toned) chest. He had been watching you for some time, waking up from his post-sex nap before you, and taking in every small detail of you that he could see. He noticed the slope of your nose and how it curved down to meet your cupid’s bow. He especially liked the look of your lips, though he much preferred them swollen and red from pressing up against his. Bringing a hand up, he gently traced his finger along your mouth, trailing it up along your cheekbone before finally letting it rest in your hair. It was tangled from his hands gripping onto it, and he wondered if maybe he was a little too rough with you. Had he gotten carried away? He was just so caught up in the feeling of having a stunning woman in his arms.
Breaking Jean out of his reverie, a door slammed, and a call rang out from the front of the house. “Jean! We’re back!” It was Connie’s voice, and Jean was quick to slide out of the bed, being careful to not wake you up. He put on a pair of pants, and gently pulled the sheet up around you to cover your modesty in case one of the guys was to accidentally walk in. He quietly shut the door behind him as he exited.
As soon as he entered the common living space, Jean shushed the other guys. They weren’t being incredibly loud, but he didn’t want to risk you waking up only to find yourself in a house full of boys.
“Guys! Can you please be a little quieter?” Jean was only talking barely over a whisper, and the other guys in the room stared at him in confusion.
Eren crossed his arms. “Why? You got a girl over or somethin’?” He stared at Jean, and Jean stared right back, widening his eyes and tilting his chin to the side to make his silent point. “Wait. You have a girl over?!”
Jean quickly nodded, holding up his hands to try and remind the boys to keep their volume low despite their excitement. “Yes,” he hissed, “And she’s sleeping in the other room, so shut it.” Now, the boys were excitedly whispering among themselves, Connie doing most of the talking. He turned to Jean.
“Who is she? Do you have a secret girlfriend we don’t know about?”
“Nono, she’s just a girl I met today. She helped me pick out tea for the Captain,” Jean explained.
Eren spoke up, “So you fucked her in thanks?”
Jean scoffed, and narrowed his eyes at the brunette. “No. It just happened, I don’t know.” He really didn’t know. How had he gotten so lucky as to have had a beautiful woman sleep with him? He started to wonder if this whole situation was even real. Maybe it was just some hyper-realistic (and very pleasant) dream. “But no matter, you guys have to leave.”
“What?! Why?!” Connie exclaimed loudly with Jean quickly shushing him. “I wanna meet her.” Connie’s face fell in disappointment at the idea of not being introduced to this mystery woman. Was she really as beautiful as Jean seemed to think?
“NO,” Jean replied, firm in his statement. “Will you guys just leave for thirty minutes so I can wake her up and get her home? I don’t want her to know I’m only here for a weekend trip with my fr— I mean, some guys.” He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. “Just leave, will ya?”
They hesitated, but eventually Connie spoke up. He waved his hand, beginning to walk towards the door. “Sure, sure. Tell her hi for us, won’t you?” He sent Jean a cheeky grin.
Jean scoffed, closing and locking the door behind the pesky group of soldiers. The wood creaked behind him, and he turned to see you poking your head out from behind the bedroom door. Your eyes were still hazy from sleep, but you looked absolutely gorgeous.
“Jean?” Your voice was soft, but contained the slightest rasp, probably from all the noise you had been making a couple of hours earlier. “Was someone here?”
Jean huffed, frustrated that his friends had woken you up. “Yeah, just my friends. I made ‘em leave.” His voice was quiet as he spoke, as to not disturb the bubble the two of you were living in for the time being.
“Oh, okay.” You opened the door a little wider, your collarbones showing as well as the few lovebites that adorned them. Jean’s lips turned up slightly as he noticed them. That had been him; his lips had been given the pleasure of touching you, and he liked that there was proof. “Um…” You hesitated, bringing your hand up to bite on your thumbnail nervously. “Do you have a shirt I can borrow? You kind of… broke mine.”
His cheeks blossomed pink as he thought of his heat-of-the-moment actions. He scratched the back of his neck as he strode towards you. “Yeah, sorry about that.” You giggled at his bashful reaction, and assured him that you had plenty of other shirts at home.
When you opened the door fully for him, he took a proper look at you. He had seen how messy your hair was from the sex before, but he hadn’t realized how sexy it looked until you were standing in front of him. His eyes continued to take in your body, stopping to gaze at each and every one of the love bites he had left on your chest and neck. You had already put your bra on, but it did nothing to hide the marks. You blushed under his intense stare. Slowly, his eyes found themselves looking at bruises on your hips. Bruises in the shape of his fingers.
Jean moved closer, reaching out to brush his digits along the newly forming marks. “Did I do that?” It was a stupid question, he knew, but he didn’t want to believe that he had been so rough on you that proper bruises had been left. His voice lowered to almost a murmur, “I’m sorry.”
You looked at him for a moment before grabbing his hands gently and planting them firmly on each side of your hips. You took a step closer, pressing your bodies together, skin on skin. “I like it,” you stated. His eyes widened. “I like knowing you were holding me, touching me. I wanted you to leave a mark.” You were speaking the truth, and Jean could tell from the intensity of your stare. Yes, it would hurt a bit for the next few days, but the pleasure that had come from it hours before was worth it. You truly liked the fact that Jean had enjoyed being with you so much that he wanted to hold onto you that tightly. Maybe you were being overly romantic, but it was how you felt.
“...Okay,” Jean whispered, easing his guilty conscience into your words. He leaned in, capturing your lips with his and trying to convey his emotions through the kiss. You kissed him back gently, but pulled away a second later. His friends were to come back soon, you had to get to HQ before it got any later, and you really needed a shirt.
“So, about that shirt…” You trailed off, hoping that he would offer up one of his. Of course, being the gentleman that he is, he hurried to grab a top for you from his bag.
“Here.” He helped pull it over your head. It was a normal shirt, but obviously meant for a boy and one bigger than you at that. “Sorry that it’s a little big. I really didn’t mean to ruin your shirt…”
You laughed, smiling up at him. “Yes, you did.” He began to protest, but you continued, “I’m glad you did. Now I get to take a memento of this night home with me.” You took in your appearance using the mirror leaning against the wall. He was right, the shirt was a little big on you. You liked it, though. It was comfy and soft, and the collar was tight enough that it hid most of the hickeys on your neck. You twirled, stopping when you faced Jean. “How do I look?” You asked with a cheeky smile.
“Gorgeous,” he replied, but it came out like a breath. It was nice seeing you in his clothes; he wondered what you would look like in only his shirt. Stepping towards you, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you as close as possible, and used his other hand to guide your lips up to his. He kissed you soft and sweet, wanting to drag out the moment as long as possible, knowing you would leave as soon as it was over.
You didn’t want to pull away either, and the two of you kissed until the lack of air became too much. Moving away, his arm fell from around your waist slowly, letting you go. You swore you heard a small sigh leave his lips. “Well, I better get going,” you spoke quietly, knowing it was the truth but not wanting it to be.
“Yeah, it’s getting late,” Jean agreed, in the same tone of voice.
He walked you to the front door, opening it for you and guiding you out with a hand on the small of your back. Only when you were about to turn away did he grasp your wrist and bring you back into his chest. This time, he wrapped his arms securely around your waist, snuggling his head into the curve of your neck and shoulder. You brought your arms up to wrap around his neck, threading one hand through his hair; it had been just as soft as you thought it would be.
His lips ghosted over your skin when he spoke, “Promise me I’ll see you again.” It was a hope, a wish, a plea. He held his breath waiting for your response.
“Oi! Y/N! Wake up! The Commander wants you downstairs in the meeting room right now!” Your roommate, Emma, shook you awake harshly, her loud words blaring into your ears.
You sat up, bringing your hands up to wipe your eyes. With a yawn, you asked, “Why?” It was still quite early, and Pixis wasn’t known for being a morning person.
Emma shrugged, and let out an ‘I don’t know’ noise. “All he told me was that he needed you there as soon as possible.” She stared at you as you got dressed. “Did you have fun last night?”
“What?”
“Oh, nothing. I was just noticing the marks all down your chest. Get attacked by a swarm of mosquitoes or something?” She grinned at you, and you shot her an unimpressed look. Still, you quickly pulled a shirt over your head. “Sooo, who was it?”
You bit your lip as you strapped on your ODM gear. Did you really want to tell her? Emma was a bit known for gossip. With a sigh, you relented, knowing she would weasel it out of you eventually. “His name’s Jean. I met him at the tea shop.” You clipped the last part of your gear on, and cut her off before she could ask more questions. “Let’s go,” you said, opening your room door and starting down the hallway, Emma trailing behind.
“What about–”
“Ugh, don’t even say his name,” you rolled your eyes. “He’s got nothing to do with this.”
“Are you sure?” Emma asked. “I thought you and him would get back together. Something about your relationship was different than any other I’ve seen.”
Scoffing, you responded, “Yeah ‘cause we fought all the time, and then ‘fixed’ it with hate-slash-makeup sex. Nothing about that relationship was good.” Except for the aforementioned sex.
“That’s not true, and you know it,” Emma called you out. “You two were unbelievably happy at times, happy because you had each other. I don’t know, Y/N… That relationship was fiery, passionate in a way I could only dream of.”
You sighed. Your situation with your ex was more than complicated. Emma was right about it being fiery and passionate, but that wasn’t always a good thing. Your relationship was like a pot of water, always right on the edge of boiling over. Every once in a while, there would be small spills, but still the water would bubble right up to the rim of the pot, seeing how far over the edge it could go, how hot it could get, until it all boiled over. And of course, the day came when it did, and neither you nor him were willing to wipe up the mess.
You started to push the door open to the main conference room. “If I never see him again, that’ll be too–” You paused at the sight in front of you.
“Levi,” the name escaped your lips in a quiet breath before you knew what you were saying.
You hadn’t laid eyes on the man in the month it had been since your messy break-up. He was just as attractive as you remembered as he leaned casually against the table, his dark hair brushing over his forehead. You remembered how silky it was when you used to run your hands through it, tangled limbs under covers. It was a shock seeing him here, to say the least.
You realized your mistake right as he called you out on it.
“It’s Captain Levi, Cadet.” His voice was stone cold as he spoke, and you internally cringed. You remembered that, too. The way his voice could shift from warm as he said your name to unforgiving as soon as an argument started. There was no in between with Levi, no middle ground to find; it was either one hundred percent or nothing at all.
You snapped to a salute towards your two superiors. “My apologies, Captain.” There was malice hidden in the way you addressed him, but only he would notice, knowing you too well after all of the late nights the two of you spent together. Commander Pixis brushed you out of your salute. “May I ask why I’ve been summoned?” It was a curious matter, Levi hanging out with the commander of the Garrison. Even more curious that you were called to meet with them.
“Yes, of course,” Pixis’ gruff voice spoke up. “Captain L/N, it has been requested that you join the Survey Corps, specifically Captain Levi’s Special Operations Squad.”
“What?” Surprise filled every note in your voice. “Why? I’m not trained for that.” How could you ever possibly join Levi’s elite squad? Yes, you graduated at the top of your class, and you were well known for being better than most of the other squad leaders in the Garrison, but that didn’t qualify you for something like that. That wasn’t the only problem, though.
The other problem replied, “You’ve been trained just as every other soldier who has recently joined my squad.”
“Commander.” You turned to fully face Pixis as you addressed him. “With all due respect, I do not feel comfortable with this assignment.” Your eyes were desperate, every cell in your body screaming for you to escape this situation. It was awkward enough standing in the same room as your ex. How would it be being under his command?
“Cadet, I’m afraid you don’t have a choice. The Special Operations Squad is in desperate need of experienced individuals. You would be more than valuable to the team. Right, Levi?” The Commander turned towards the shorter man, awaiting an affirmative response.
Levi was quiet, just staring at you. You knew what was coming next from the look in his eyes.
“Y/N.” You were shocked that he used your first name. “Are you really such a selfish brat that you refuse to do something to benefit the whole of humanity simply because we fucked?” You narrowed your eyes at the man, ready to retort with a biting remark, but Pixis spoke before you could.
“L/N, here’s your new jacket. Put it on, and get your horse from the stable. You’ll follow Captain Levi immediately. This is an order.” He held out the jacket to you, and with a huff, you stripped off the one with the roses of the Garrison regiment.
Levi had daggers in his eyes as he watched you switch jackets. You raised an eyebrow in response, challenging him to speak up about what you knew he was noticing. Without the jacket, there was nothing to cover the hickey that sat clearly at the junction of your neck and shoulder. To both your surprise and expectation, he dared to comment.
“Cadet.” You knew he was addressing you as such just to piss you off. “Next time you partake in… that, make sure the evidence can be covered from the rest of us. No one wants to see that shit.”
You barely contained your scoff. He used to cover you in bites in easily seen places just to annoy you. Levi would smirk while you looked at yourself in the mirror and complained, never failing to piss you off. At least Jean had been kind enough to leave it in a place where your collar would hide it.
Gritting your teeth together you responded, “Yes, sir.” A smirk grew on your lips as you uttered your next words. “And it’s Captain, not ‘Cadet’.” He glared bullets at you, and opened his mouth to respond. Pixis once again spoke up before an argument broke out.
“L/N, grab your horse. Levi will meet you in front of HQ.” He started to shoo you out of the room. You quickly saluted in respect, and left to grab your stallion.
Making your way outside and to the stables, you took a deep breath of the air. You knew this would be the only fresh air you would breathe for the rest of your life. You would die surrounded by the person you hated most in the world, suffocated by his mere presence.
Letting out your breath, you trotted your horse over to where you saw the short man waiting, his height increased by the beautiful horse he sat upon. He didn’t even greet you before whipping the reins and galloping away. You rolled your eyes before following.
When you arrived, the sun was starting to set and dinnertime was fast approaching. You could still hear the familiar sound of cadets sparring, though, and you followed closely behind Levi as he led you to the training grounds. You didn’t pay much attention to the soldiers, too busy focusing on how the pink and orange hues from the sun reflected against Levi’s dark hair. It was shiny, and a part of you got lost in memories.
Suddenly, you ran into something hard, and realizing that it was Levi’s back, you quickly stepped away, adjusting your jacket. You knew it was slightly your fault for daydreaming, but you scowled at the man anyways for stopping without warning. He pursed his lips just barely.
His ‘Captain’ voice, a sound you would never get used to, called out to the cadets, pulling them from their matches and gathering them in front of you. While waiting for them to come over, you picked at your nails, knowing it was something that Levi despised. You could feel his eyes bore into you as you continued to casually inspect your fingers.
The sounds of feet shuffling stopped, and Levi’s voice sounded out once more. “Cadets, we have a new brat.” You snapped your head to face the man and narrowed your eyes; a smirk played at the corner of his lips. He met your glare. “Introduce yourself.”
Turning to fully face your new squadmates, you saluted out of respect but quickly dropped it in favor of a more relaxed position. You began to trail your gaze over their faces. “Hi, I’m–” your eyes widened, “–Jean?”
Standing before you was the man from the night before, snippets of your time spent together entering your mind. Heat started to flood your cheeks when you remembered the way his hands grasped your hips, and you attempted to rein in your thoughts. You noticed how his face had turned slightly pink, too, and he sent you a small, awkward smile.
“Your name is Jean?” One of the cadets asked.
You snapped out of it, and shook your head. “Uh, no. Sorry. My name is Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you all.” Your eyes remained glued on Jean’s as you spoke, and he returned your gaze.
Levi said something you didn’t really hear, and then Jean was walking up to you, his strut just as attractive as it had been the previous day. You greeted him with a nervous smile.
“Hey…”
“Hi,” he said, returning your smile with a much more confident one. “Didn’t think I’d see you here, Jean.”
You scrunched your nose up at his teasing, sticking your tongue out playfully at the boy. It was childish, but you liked the way he chuckled after you did it. “I didn’t think I’d be here,” you admitted with a sigh, running a hand through your hair and pulling it off of your neck. Jean was given a glimpse of the hickey he had left behind your ear, and before he knew what he was doing, he was running his fingers lightly over the bruise. You shivered at his ghost of a touch. Thankfully, the others had left to get dinner before the better pieces of bread were taken.
“Oh. Sorry.” He pulled his hand away, purposefully brushing over your jawline in the process, and his cheeks turned more pink than before.
“It’s fine,” you laughed lightly. “I like it when you touch me.” You were feeling confident that day after having to deal with Levi for hours. A gentle caress and good conversation was refreshing, and you didn’t mind at all if Jean was the one giving that to you.
He smiled, and averted his eyes for a moment before dragging them back to meet yours. “I didn’t know you were a soldier. I knew the Captain had chosen someone from the Garrison to join us, but I never expected it to be you.”
“Well, we didn’t do much talking last night,” you pointed out with a laugh.
“True, true,” Jean admitted. His eyebrows furrowed as a thought entered his mind. “You must be pretty good if the Captain hand-selected you for his squad.”
You shrugged your shoulders with a grin. “I can’t say I’m bad at what I do.” The second part of Jean’s words kicked in, and you jolted backwards. “Wait. Levi chose me?”
Jean raised an eyebrow at your use of the Captain’s first name, and nodded. “Yeah. He told us a couple of days ago that he had picked some cadet from the Garrison to be a part of the upcoming expedition. Warned us that whoever it was could kick all our asses.”
You hummed, completely confused. Why would he choose you? He hated you, or so you thought. Maybe he was trying to torture you; you wouldn’t put it past him. It didn’t make sense, the decision to pick you, and you steeled yourself to ask Levi about it later. The curiosity would kill you if you didn’t get some answer out of him.
“Y/N?” Jean’s voice returned you to reality, and you looked up at him. “Dinner?” He pointed towards the mess hall. “You can sit with me if you want.”
You gave him your warmest smile. “Sure.”
Levi didn’t like the way you sat next to Jean, your arms so close that they brushed against each other and your knees pressed together under the table. He didn’t like the way you smiled at the boy, teeth showing and with a familiarity that was dangerous. Levi especially didn’t like the way you laughed at Jean’s frankly stupid jokes, leaning into him until your hair brushed his chin. It was like the only way you knew how to be around Jean was to be close to him; too close for Levi’s comfort.
Levi clicked his tongue in disgust as he watched Jean throw an arm around your shoulders, pulling you even closer to the younger man. He snapped his eyes back to the food in front of him, too nauseated by your public display of affection to eat. Instead, he took an angry sip of his tea, almost spilling some when he slammed the cup back onto the table. From across the table, Hange blinked in surprise.
“What’s up with you, Shorty? Is it our newest addition?” She leaned in towards Levi, raising her eyebrows with a teasing curiosity.
“Tch, no. It’s nothing,” the man replied, averting his eyes away from Hange’s intense stare.
For a moment, Hange stayed suspended above the table, waiting for another word from the Captain. After she was met with silence, she flopped back down into her seat with a huff. Picking up her spoon, she dipped it into her soup before bringing it to her lips and swallowing. She scrunched up her nose at the foul taste, but went ahead and took another sip.
“Y’know,” she started, and Levi internally groaned, “You chose her for your squad. You knew what you were getting yourself into.” Levi didn’t reply, instead taking another swig of his tea; it wasn’t his favorite, but it would have to do. Hange pursed her lips, deciding to voice the hypothesis she had formed. “You still like her, don’t you?” She waited, watching Levi’s face for some sort of reaction. There was none. She took her hypothesis up a notch. “No, uh-uh, that’s not it. You still love her. Tell me I’m right. I’m right, right?” Her eyes dilated as her voice grew louder.
Levi’s lips twitched as if he were about to frown, but he quickly returned his expression to its stoic position. He had had enough. Before Hange could say anything else (or get any louder), he stood from his seat, swallowing the last bit of tea and placing his cup on the tray. He pointed at the uneaten food. “You can put this away, Shitty-Four Eyes.” When she started to protest, Levi gave her a glare that quickly shut her up.
Levi left the dining hall before anyone could even tell him ‘goodnight.’
When you had heard Hange’s voice grow in volume, you had snuck a glance over to the Officer’s table, wondering what exactly was going on. You were met with the sight of Levi shooting up from his chair and leaving the building as quickly as he could. He was almost stomping, and you wondered what got him so worked up. Hange had a frown on her face as she watched him leave, and as soon as the door shut behind him, she turned to look at you. You met her gaze, raising an eyebrow with a silent question. What happened?
She gave you a miniscule shake of her head. Don’t worry about it, she seemed to reply. Just Levi being Levi.
You tilted your head up in understanding, and went back to paying attention to the cadets at your table. Still, it bothered you. You knew Levi too well to believe that this was just another one of his fits. This was something important, and you wondered what. A hand brushed your shoulder, and you looked up to meet Jean’s eyes.
“You okay?” He seemed genuinely worried; you must’ve had a concerned look on your face.
Easing your expression into a more gentle one, you nodded. “Yeah, just thinking.”
He pulled away from you so that he could take in your face a bit better, his hand moving to rest on the side of your waist rather than your shoulder. “About what?” It wasn’t exactly a demand, but you could tell that he wanted an answer. He was speaking more quietly now, bringing the conversation to only include you and him.
You let out a breath, biting the inside of your cheek as you thought up a vague, but satisfying, response. “Just about joining the Scouts. Not really my first choice.” Truthfully, you didn’t mind switching to the Survey Corps all that much; when you had first chosen your regiment, you had almost joined anyway. The thing you minded, however, was Levi. Being in his squad and under his command was a whole other issue. As it was, you had never taken very well to following his orders.
“Ah, I understand that. I wanted to go to the MP’s first,” he replied. You were surprised; he seemed to fit in well with the Scout regiment and his fellow comrades (minus Eren with whom he had argued at least three times since sitting down for dinner). Your astonishment must have shown on your face because he decided to continue, “Yeah, I know, I was surprised, too… But, I’m glad I’m here.” He paused, seemingly debating his next words. “...And I’m glad you’re here, too.” His cheeks were pink as he smiled bashfully down at you, and his arm tightened a bit around your waist.
You gave him a strained smile back, and let your head rest on his shoulder for a moment. “...Yeah… Me, too.”
Your first day as a member of Squad Levi went just as horribly as you thought it would.
It had started with an inspection from Levi himself—something the other cadets told you had never happened before. He had banged on the wooden door of the girls’ dorm at sunrise, surprising everyone inside. The girls (minus Mikasa who took her sweet time) had scurried to get dressed, you throwing on the first shirt you saw in the few things you had been able to pack. When everyone was finally dressed and he was allowed in, his eyes were deadly serious as he inspected everything. As he passed Sasha’s bed and examined her hospital corners, the poor red-head shook in her boots.
Of course, he saved yours for last, and you were sure he intended to criticize everything you did wrong. When he approached your bunk, he made and held eye contact with you as you leaned against the bed. You knew he was waiting for you to salute, but you weren’t in the mood to give him the satisfaction. Still, the air grew awkward as the two of you stared at each other, so you eventually relented and snapped into a lazy salute. He finally dragged his eyes away, and began to scrutinize your bed.
“There are wrinkles in the sheets,” he said, pointing to one lone wrinkle at the very side of the bed. You pursed your lips, waiting for the rest of his comments. “Your hospital corners are lousy. You’d think for a previous Squad Leader you would know better. Have you always set such a bad example for your cadets?”
A low growl sounded from the back of your throat. “I’m sorry, but if I remember correctly, you were the one who taught me how to make a bed back in my cadet days.” You raised your eyebrows at him as he shot you a nasty look. It was true, he had been your teacher, but you did have to admit that you had always put your bunk together in a lazier way than he had shown you. Due to your focus on Levi, you missed the way the other girls gave each other questioning looks about how you knew their Captain.
“Tch, it’s good enough for today, but I expect it to be perfect tomorrow.” There was an unspoken threat behind Levi’s words, and you struggled to keep your eyes from rolling. He straightened up and turned towards the rest of the girls. “The boys are already at breakfast. Get there and eat. We’re sparring today.”
After the door was shut behind him, Sasha let out a groan. “Sparring? Really? I’m so sick of Mikasa beating me up.” She pouted, giving Mikasa a sad look, but the ravenette just shrugged her shoulders slightly and turned to leave.
You chuckled at the dejected look on the girl’s face, and gave her a comforting pat on the shoulder. “Don’t worry.” You lowered your voice as you spoke your next words. “I’ll kick her ass for you.” Sasha’s expression immediately brightened up as she sent you a ‘Really? Thanks!’ and skipped her way out of the dorm and to breakfast. You followed behind at a more comfortable pace, thankful for the few minutes of solitude.
Sparring was nothing for you to worry about. You were talented when it came to hand-to-hand, and you were especially smart about reading other people both in and out of a fight. You had heard that Mikasa was an exceptionally good fighter, a prodigy even, but you didn’t let it get to you. A fight was a fight; there were never any guarantees that one specific person would always win. You knew that from experience.
When the time did come, you were pleased to learn that you would rotate partners, giving you a chance to watch everyone’s fighting styles up close and personal. Levi had asked you all to choose a partner to start off with. Predictably, the other cadets weren’t very keen on pairing up with you. Levi had warned them about your skills causing them to be frightened of facing you—which you didn’t blame them for. Thankfully, Sasha stepped up and offered to fight you first but not before begging you to ‘please take it easy’ on her. You laughed and sent her a thumbs up along with a ‘no promises.’
Everyone was more skilled than you had assumed. You knew they would be talented since they were a part of Levi’s elite squad, but you didn’t know you would be almost out of breath after each round. Mikasa was definitely the greatest challenger of them all, but you even took her down. Experience had won out over skill, as you had to admit that her talent had yours beat just ever so slightly. She was too easy to read, and you told her so after the fight, her thanking you for your tip.
Finally, you reached your last fight and the one you were most looking forward to. Jean was your partner, and you fully intended on winning. He approached you cautiously, nervousness written all over his face. You could tell he didn’t want to get close to you, so you stepped up until you were right beside him, lowering your voice to a whisper. “Ready to see who’s really in control?” You purred. He shuddered at the feeling of your lips and hot breath ghosting along his ear. There was a sly smile gracing your lips when you backed away, and you met his gaze.
He steeled his nerves, straightening his posture and getting into a fighting stance. “Yeah, I’m ready,” he proclaimed, his normal cocky look appearing on his features once more.
You brought your hands up to guard your face. “Perfect.”
You knew he would be anxious to make the first move, so when he rushed you, you were prepared. Maneuvering your body to the side, you let his fist hit air before bringing your leg up to kick him in the back, knocking him off balance. He stumbled for a moment but soon straightened up, moving towards you again. This time, you struck first, landing a hit to his jaw followed by a quick kick to the stomach, once again pushing him away from you. He choked for air at the impact, and you grimaced, not meaning to hit him that hard. After a few more punches and attempted kicks, you decided to take pity on him and end the fight. He was moving well, but he just wasn’t quick enough to take you down.
Landing a kick that pushed him to the ground, you quickly straddled him, holding his hands above his head and locking his thighs under your own. You smiled down at him playfully, realizing full well what position you had put the two of you in.
Jean was out of breath as he spoke, but he managed a quip. “Wouldn’t have pegged you for the dominatrix type. That’s not how it seemed the other night.” He smirked when your cheeks flushed the slightest bit.
You let out a light laugh, bringing your face closer to his until your noses almost touched. “You can’t lie and say you don’t enjoy it.” Now it was his turn to turn pink, the blush mixing in with his already red cheeks from the physical exercise. Jean was about to respond when a harsh voice called out to the two of you.
“L/N! Kirstein! Get your asses off the ground,” Levi ordered, an unpleasant look on his face. You quickly stood, reaching a hand towards Jean that he gratefully took. “If you two are done flirting, training is over.”
Before you could stop him, Jean stumbled over his words trying to explain what was happening. “W-we weren’t fli—”
“If you have the energy to talk back,” Levi snapped, “Then you must have the energy for another match.” Levi approached the younger male menacingly, stopping only when he was a few steps in front of him. “Get in position.” The ravenette had already taken his fighting stance.
You huffed, having enough of your ex’s pettiness. Making your way to stand in front of Jean, you crossed your arms and stared Levi down. “How about you fight me instead? I bet I’ll be more of a challenge.” You didn’t want to offend Jean, but you knew it would be a good way to get Levi riled up.
Levi clicked his tongue. “Fine.”
Before you could move, Levi was rushing towards you, immediately throwing a punch that connected with your cheekbone. Your cheek lit up with pain, and you wondered if that was a crack you heard. Quickly regaining your balance, you sent a kick Levi’s way. He barely dodged, but your fist came in soon after, landing an uppercut to his jaw. He wasn’t taking it easy on you, and you had no intention of going easy on him either.
The two of you had sparred before, but never with this much emotion behind it. The fights had always been for fun or for training. This, on the other hand, was fueled by anger and, you would never admit it, but desire, also. You could see it behind his eyes, and you were well aware that he saw it in yours, too.
The round had lasted for minutes, and you were starting to get exhausted. He had kicked you in the ribs, so you could barely breathe, and your face was stinging in pain. In the one moment you stopped to take a breath, he had you pinned to the ground in the exact same way you had pinned Jean. His chest was rising and falling quickly, but his face held no emotion. You stared at him as he leaned in closer to you.
“Remember, Y/N. As long as you’re on my squad, you’ll be underneath me.” You could hear the smirk playing in his voice, but you didn’t have enough energy to scoff in return. Your whole body hurt, and you felt that if he didn’t get off of you right now, you would pass out. Pushing your pelvis up suddenly, you took him by surprise and managed to shove him off of you. With a strained cough, you stood up, Jean quickly coming to your side and raising your arm over his shoulders so that he could support you.
“I’ll take you to the infirmary,” he said quietly. He had a look of pity, and you wondered just how bad your face looked in that moment.
You refused to glance back at Levi, knowing he was staring at you from the pressure you felt on the back of your head. Hopefully he was feeling some remorse about hurting you so badly. This was training, and it had seemed like he had forgotten that, instead taking out every fiery emotion he had towards you with punches and kicks. Still, you felt weak for losing so badly. You should’ve been able to hold your own at least a little better against Levi, and you were disappointed in yourself that you couldn’t.
As soon as you arrived at the infirmary, you carefully laid down on one of the beds, closing your eyes. The nurse had come to inspect you, poking and prodding all of your bruises. Jean winced every time you hissed out in pain. It was announced to your relief that your cheekbone was simply bruised and none of your ribs were broken. They would be sore and blueish-yellow while they healed, but you could still train if you were extra careful.
The nurse offered to let you stay in the infirmary for a bit, and you took her up on it, relaxing back on the cot with ice packs on both injured areas. Jean held your hand, brushing his thumb lightly over your knuckles in an attempt to distract you. You had to admit, it was working. Focusing on the feeling of his gentle touch was soothing, and you appreciated him being there.
After about thirty minutes, your pleasant silence was interrupted by the door sliding open and a familiar voice speaking up. “Kirstein, go get dinner. The mess hall is about to close.”
“Sir, with all due respect, I’d like to stay with Y/N.” Jean was sweet, but you knew Levi would force him out, so you spoke before he could.
“Jean, it’s okay. I’d feel guilty if you didn’t eat because of me.” You gave him a gentle and encouraging smile. He looked hesitant, but he let go of your hand anyway. Before he scurried out of the room, he left a soft kiss on your forehead and a whispered ‘I’ll be back.’ You felt your face heat up at not only his actions but the fact that he had done it in front of Levi.
Once the door closed behind Jean, you let out a deep breath, staring at Levi. “What is it?”
He walked up slowly to where you laid, reaching a hand out as if to brush your injured cheek, but he pulled it away quickly. “Are you okay?” His voice was quiet and softer, a tone that you were more used to hearing from him.
“Yeah,” you replied. “Just some bruises, no breaks.” He let out a small sigh of relief, and if you hadn’t known him so well, you would have missed the way his facial muscles relaxed. You noticeably winced as you shifted positions, bringing a hand up to hold your side.
Levi’s eyebrows furrowed. “Show me.” He pointed to your rib cage.
“What? No,” you responded, shocked that he had asked.
Ignoring you, he moved your hand from where it lay across your stomach, placing it gently beside you instead. You didn’t fight back, realizing that this was his way of punishing himself for hurting you. Slowly, he pulled your shirt up, revealing the obvious damage to your ribs. He took a harsh breath in before ever so gently tracing his fingers along the bruises.
“I’m so sorry,” he spoke even more quietly than before. There was obvious regret flitting across his face, and you hated how it looked.
Taking his hand carefully in yours, you waited until he made eye contact to speak. “It’s fine, Levi. I’m fine.” He clearly didn’t trust your words, so you brought a hand up to brush along his cheek. He leaned into your touch, his eyes starting to close. “It’ll heal.” You sighed, and dropped your hand, breaking your stare away from his. “It just goes to show how weak I am.”
Levi answered without thinking, the words tumbling over his tongue and out of his mouth before he could stop them. “Do you really think I would fall in love with someone who I thought was weak?”
Your eyes widened as you met his gaze once more. “What?” The question came out as a breath.
While it had always been clear that you and Levi loved each other, the words had never been spoken between you, instead floating in the silence that encapsulated late nights with cups of tea grown lukewarm from time spent together. The commitment of an ‘I love you’ had been too much for either of you to bear. Maybe not saying it aloud was a form of denial, but it kept you protected from what you knew would make the inevitable loss that much worse. His words rang clear in your head, but you asked him again.
“What did you just say?”
“I said…” He hesitated, but when he looked down at you, he knew he needed to say the words that had been trapped in his throat for so long. “Y/N, I love you. I’ve always loved you.” His voice was firm before falling into a softer tone. “I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner.”
You blinked, speechless. Never in a million years would you have thought Levi would have said those words to you. They were too serious, they invited too much eventual pain. Staring into his stormy eyes, though, you knew that those same feelings lived within your heart, too. Your voice caught in your throat, fear coursing through your system at what you had to lose. “I…”
“It’s fine. You don’t have to say it back,” Levi stated, averting his eyes. He tried to keep his voice normal, but you could hear the emotions that seeped through. “I’d be an idiot not to see that you and Jean have something, and I—”
“No!” You interrupted, and his eyes shot back up to meet yours. “It’s… complicated.” You weren’t sure how to explain things, but you knew the one solid feeling you had. The words were dangerous, you knew, but you were facing them and their consequences with Levi at your side. “I love you, Levi. More than anything.”
They felt safe once they left your mouth, like the three words would act as the armour against the danger they would bring. You waited, scared that if you were to swallow, the words would flow back down your throat, never to be spoken again. Instead, your proclamation mixed with his as he brought his lips down to meet yours, his tongue slipping to confess his sins against your own.
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Cheap frat party beer
Pairing: Poppy x MC (Bea Hughes)
Warnings: Drinking, suggestive themes, language
Word count: About 1,500
Summary: Pining was never Poppy’s style. No matter how much she’s going against her gut feeling, she just might not regret going to this boring party.
Author’s note: I tried to fix as many grammar mistakes as I could, I am so sorry if you found a few. Thank you so much for the comments of support on my last post, this is my first official fic on here so I really hope everyone enjoys!
Her name was Poppy Min-Sinclair. She needed no introduction, she knew it was pure luck and privilege that led her to the top of the Belvoir food chain. She had everything, from the perfect grades, the perfect ranking, the perfect wardrobe, the perfect boyfriend, she could go on.
But for some reason ever since that new girl stepped foot in her life, she was left wanting something more. Bea Hughes came along and took over her entire life in an instant. It frustrated Poppy to no end. How could a girl rise the ranks so quickly in mere days? How did she already gain the attention of the whole school?
More importantly, the question she was the most startled by was why she was so infatuated. She had never felt this helpless over someone since private school. It felt like every encounter was a ticking time bomb until she finally gave in and forgot about who she was. She could be absolutely anybody she wanted, yet she wanted nothing more than to be the Belvoire’s newest fascinations girlfriend.
Instead of paying attention in class, or actually paying attention to the daily mindless gossip, she found herself reliving memories made days prior. The intrigue when she first met her, the pure rage and what almost felt like fun when Bea pretty much threw her in the jello pool, and the embarrassment that was her take down.
“What, are you obsessed with me?”
Just thinking about that moment sent her butterflies in her stomach fluttering, she’s never felt that familiar warm sensation on her cheeks at least since elementary school.
Before she could finish her daydreams, to her disappointment they just had to be interrupted.
“Poppy? Poppy!!”
She rolled her eyes.
“What am I, a dog your trying to train? Stop yelling in my damn ear.” She sneered at her friend.
Chloe huffed. “Poppy, you need to go to this weekend’s party. The last one was like, so embarrassing for you-“
Poppy sent her a warning glare, she gulped in response.
“My point is you need to show up and try to embarrass her back.”
Though deep down, she felt a rush of excitement for what could possibly go down, silently regretting her relationship status, but she could never let her thoughts be known.
She gave her right hand woman a sly smile. “Oh, don’t worry. We’ll give them a show.”
Over the weekend
“Oh, um, babe I didn’t expect to see you here after the last one.” He scratched the back of his neck, waiting for her response.
Poppy’s attention wasn’t on her boyfriend, but on the girl at the other side of the room. Bea took a moment to notice her, and gave her a sly smirk when she did. Poppy gave her a cold look over her shoulder to keep her facade of disgust up. After a tense moment, Carter nudged her shoulder.
“Babe?”
Poppy finally came up with a response after not paying attention to him, her eyes still glued on Bea’s.
“Well, I had to show somebody I’m not willing to give up my spot so easily. I have to show everyone at this party that I’m Poppy Min-Sinclair and not just ‘Bitch that was yeeted into jello’-“ Before she finished her rant, she tore her eyes away from Bea for a moment to glance at Carter. It was evident Bea hadn’t caught only her attention.
Time seemed to freeze as she felt a plan spin in her head. She was no stranger to orchestrating these evil ideas, otherwise she wouldn’t be ranked number one. She took in her surroundings; Carter’s wandering eyes, the cooler behind them that was filled to the brim with cheap canned beer, and the inviting stare from the girl across the room. She took a deep breath, no matter how many times she’s concocted these ideas, they didn’t make her feel anymore secure.
“Fuck it.” She reached behind her, opened the cooler, and chugged the bitter taste as fast as she could.
Thinking she was only trying to prove herself ‘cool’ Carter chuckled.
“Baby, I don’t mind leaving for a bit to get you something you’ll actually like from-“
“No, you listen here!” She jabbed a finger to his chest.
“I’m not going to be humiliated and stand around while you’re eye-fucking another girl. You’re as disposable as anybody else in this damn school, and I’m not!”
She knew she was no lightweight but nobody else knew that, not even Chloe. She caught Veronica live-streaming her whole ‘meltdown’. If everything backfired, she knew she could easily hide behind the classic too much beer excuse.
She played off most of the eyes watching her, as she swayed her hips over to the only pair of eyes she cared were watching. Perhaps to everyone else it looked like a cat fight about to go down, or a thinly veiled threat. But only Bea Hughes and her partner in crime Zoey Wade knew what she really whispered.
“Go upstairs, turn left, and walk ahead until you see the last dorm on the right. Leave five minutes after me.”
Before she walked away, she was sure to send a glare to Zoey.
“Alone.”
Poppy impatiently tapped her fingers on her lap wondering if it was all a mistake. She bit her lip, questioning herself and whether everything backfire until the door slammed open.
“Poppy I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing but-“
“Kiss me.” The words blurred out of her mouth without her even realizing it.
Bea’s mouth hung wide open in shock. “I… I’m sorry, excuse me, but what the fuck?”
“Do you want me to say please or what?”
Bea closed the door behind her, and took a few steps over. The room was almost completely dark, with the exception of the moonlight crawling in with the party lights. She felt Bea’s hands, that she noticed were bigger than hers, cup her face. She took in her deep dark eyes, the beautiful brown tone of her skin, and her inviting lips adorned in red lipstick. Bea drew back.
“Look your breath smells like alcohol, I can’t do this. I’m sorry.”
She was turned her away, but Poppy grabbed her hands in protest.
“I may not look like it, but I swear I can handle plenty of drinks. Don’t walk away when I’m not even drunk.”
Bea met her eyes, and gave the woman in front of her with pure desperation in her eyes her signature sly smirk.
“Is Poppy Min-Sinclair, ranked number one in Belvoire, begging the small town girl to kiss her?”
Poppy swallowed any cocky remarks back, along with her pride. “She is. If you keep her waiting, she might just walk out.”
Poppy felt Bea’s warm hands on her face again, and her sultry whisper in her ear. “We wouldn’t want that now, would we…”
Bea nibbled her ear, making Poppy let out a soft moan. A sound neither of them knew she could make until that moment.
Their lips met after only a week of glaring, pettiness mixed met with almost immediate pining, and just all around sexual tension. Neither of them knew a sensation could be so intense with somebody they had only just known. They skipped the friends milestone, straight to enemies, to whatever they were now.
Bea’s hands wondered into her hair, Poppy’s hands roaming over Bea’s back. Her fingers trailing downwards, her heart beat’s pace quickened. She anticipated every moment next. Poppy felt Bea’s hands linger at the hem of her skirt, when they heard the knob turn. They pushed each other away, straightening her clothes. Poppy immediately dropped down and hid under the bed as the door opened.
“Hey, are you okay? You’ve been gone for a while and I wanted to be sure you didn’t need any backup.”
Bea sent a playful glance to Poppy, Poppy’s heart freezing. The rush of excitement overwhelming her, she didn’t know whether Bea would expose her right now or keep their secret act in the night a secret.
“Little miss Poppy Min-Sinclair never showed up. A shame really.”
Zoey laughed. “You really scared that girl into chickening out of talking to you.” Poppy glared at Bea, and Bea stifled a giggle.
“Anyways the guys downstairs want to play beer pong, you can go up a few ranks since Veronica’s live-streaming. You can’t miss it!”
Bea shot a sneaky look at Poppy, and looked back at Zoey.
“Ten minutes tops, ever since Poppy essentially ditched me here I’ve gotten a bit sleepy. When I’m done I’m going to sleep in here, I’m sure whoever this room belongs to won’t mind too much.”
“Sounds like a plan, ready to kick some ass Bea?”
They walked out of the eye sight for Poppy, and she heard them leave the room with one last piece of dialogue slipping out. Poppy’s heart sunk.
“Please don’t try to wake me up or anything, I have a feeling I’ll be in there for a few hours.”
Poppy slowly tiptoed to the door, closing it. She sighed and sat back on the bed. There was nothing for her to do for the next ten minutes but sit there and smell like cheap frat party beer.
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Getting Back to You 11 - Hustling and Nightcaps
Description: Amaya Campos and Dean Winchester had a playful rivalry. what happens when Dean is no longer her Dean. Will this change make one of them realize what they really desire, or will they continue to keep secrets?
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Amaya Campos (Original Female Character) , AU Dean Winchester x AU Amaya Campos
Warnings: Language, Violence, Smut, Fluff, Angst
Word Count For Series: 100K+ words
Beta: @superfanficnatural and @emoryhemsworth and @jensengirl83
Book Cover by @talesmaniac89
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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Getting Back To You Masterlist
Main Masterlist
Amaya tossed and turned as the night went on. There was something nagging her in the back of her mind. By now, Dean would be groaning in his sleep, or at least snoring. But there was a deafening silence that just seemed out of place. Running a hand across her face she sat up and looked around the motel room.
There sitting in the kitchenette, was Dean. A bottle of beer in his hand, a far away look on his face. It was a look Amaya rarely got to see in her Dean. Throwing the covers off, she got off the bed and walked over towards him.
“Couldn’t sleep?” she whispered.
She chuckled when Dean jumped a bit. He was deep in thought when she had approached him. She could see his Adam's apple bob as he took in a soft swallow.
He gave her a small smile before he cleared his throat, “I dunno… just felt kinda anxious, you know?”
“Yeah, I hear ya,” Amaya sighed. “It’s weird not having to hear Dean toss and turn or snore sometimes.”
“He snores?” Dean snorted. “I shouldn’t laugh… Amaya would pinch my nose from time to time if I snored. But I’m worried about her and her nightmares.”
“She gets nightmares? About what?” Amaya asked. “If you don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” Dean assured her. “Being abandoned, or people not wanting her. Her dad left her at the academy back home. She always kept mostly to herself.” he took a sip of the beer he was drinking. “I kept trying to be her friend. I started out being this… cocky, know it all, until she knocked me on my ass a few hundred times.” he chuckled at the memory.
“Sounds like Dean and me,” Amaya gave him a thin line smile. “He was this tough, cocky dick. And I found ways to knock him down a peg or two.” she chuckled. “This one time, we were at a party in high school out in the woods.” she closed her eyes at the memory. “I was seeing this guy at the time. One of those, just passing by flings.” she shook her head. “Well, needles to say, Dean used a scar from when he had to save me from a ghost. Lady decided to use her cutlery as weapons and she was gunning for me.”
“What did he do exactly?” Dean raised an eyebrow.
“Mind you, I saw this from afar and I thought he was trying to show off how macho he was.” she shook her head. “So I go up to the guy and wrap my arms around him and he just gives me this look of disgust.” she sighed. “He starts calling me every name in the book and saying I’m insane for stabbing my ex when he did nothing and I was confused as hell.”
Dean watched as she paused to take a gulp from the beer bottle. When she was done, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath through her nose before continuing.
“I walked up to him and whatever slut he was flirting with, grabbed him by his neck, and said in his ear, ‘Since I’m your crazy ex, guess it’s okay for me to act like it!’ So I pulled him away from blondie and dragged him away from the party and just laid him out on the ground in an arm bar. Almost snapped his shoulder until Sam pulled me off.”
“Why am I an ass in this world?” Dean ran a hand across his face. “Honestly, I mean, what is the point of doing that?”
“Defense mechanism,” Amaya sighed. “I mean, I’m not going to deny it. I fell for him.” she let out a laugh. “It’s cruel that I would fall for him when he doesn’t love me back.”
“You don’t--”
“I do,” Amaya whispered sadly. “If he did. If he really did, he would say fuck it, grow some balls and be with me. But no matter how much I’m there for him in every way… even as just a warm body,” she chugged the last bit of her beer and hissed. “I have to face the facts. I need to move on. If I don’t, I’m only going to hurt myself.”
Dean stayed silent as her words sunk in. He still couldn’t grasp the severity of what this version of himself went through.
“I always tried to convince Amaya I wasn’t going anywhere.” Dean whispered. “She seemed to think that when I first asked her out that it was some prank orchestrated by the other huntresses.” Dean chuckled. “I would spar with her and she would just lay me flat time and time again and I would look up at her and say, ‘see, you keep knocking me off my feet. Would you just go out with me, already?’ And she would call me a jackass and just walk away.”
“So what made her finally give in?” Amaya asked with a smile.
She could tell that Dean loved his Amaya. The way his eyes shined at the mere mention of her. When he said her name, he would smile.
“I killed the vamp that decided to take a bite of her.” He sighed and leaned back in his chair as he played with the label on the beer bottle. “She lost some blood, I took her back to our hotel and stitched her up. I stayed up all night just making sure she was okay.” He grabbed the beer and began to chug its contents. “Next morning, she woke me up from drooling on her arm. Called me an idiot, said thanks and kissed me out of nowhere.”
Amaya watched as the corners of his lips curled up into a soft smile. But she knew he was feeling sad, feeling homesick.
“After that kiss, I took her out on a real date and we dated for about five years before I popped the question.” He let out a laugh. “I should have married her after I almost died. But we have this tradition that--” he paused to take a drink. “It seems stupid, but it is practical. There is a ceremony that is supposed to ‘protect’ the newly weds.” he shook his head and rubbed his eyes. “I should have just married her and done the ceremony at a later time. I shouldn’t have listened to my mother at the time and now look… and… and…”
“Dean?” Amaya sat up as she saw something she rarely saw Dean do, cry.
The last time she saw Dean, her Dean, look as broken as he was before her was when he had been dragged out of hell. She watched as he clenched his jaw, her heart jumped slightly at the look. The clenched jaw, the way he tried to swallow the guilt.
“What happened in your world?” Amaya whispered.
“I was grading papers at the academy,” he took in a shaky breath. “There was a knock on the door and Lisa Braden walked in.” he let out a scoff and sneered. “She kept digging at how Amaya and I hadn’t gotten married. Wedding is set for next week,” he grabbed the beer and finished it off before standing up to open up another. “I was an idiot getting out from behind my desk. But I wanted to seem busy. I also needed to write some things on the board but… besides the point.”
He opened the bottle and chugged as much as he could before clenching his fist. Walking back to the table, he knocked on it slightly before slumping onto the chair.
“Next thing I know she’s kissing me and I want to pull away but… something strange happens.” he closed his eyes trying to stop his eyes from crying but a single tear escapes. “But…” he grit his teeth and turned his head. “Something was wrong. My heart was screaming it’s not Amaya, but my head… in my head it was her. I could almost feel her and then… I opened my eyes and it was her… I swear for a moment, Amaya was in front of me and not Lisa.”
“And that’s when the other version of me walked in. I’m guessing.” Amaya muttered and finished her second beer.
“She called off the wedding, too,” He let out a frustrated laugh. “I need to get back. I need to marry her next week.”
“Okay,” was all Amaya said. “Since we can’t sleep, might as well get dressed and entertain ourselves.”
“By doing what?” Dean ran a hand across his face. “Salsa dancing?”
“We hustle pool,” Amaya said matter of factly.
Dean sighed as he slept on the hotel bed.
He could feel her in his arms. The smell of her lavender shampoo filled his senses as he felt her fingers brush against his skin.
“Maya,” He whispered as her lips brushed his. “You know we shouldn’t be doing this?”
“You chicken, Winchester?” she said with a teasing smile. “You know there is no turning back from this.”
“Hey, you’re the one that said yes,” He chuckled. “Just want to make sure you aren’t backing out now.”
“We’re getting married in the morning and we’re breaking the number one rule,” Amaya giggled.
“Since when do Winchester’s play by the rules?” he reminded her. “Besides,” he kissed along her neck and collar bone. “Need one last run as singles before the big day tomorrow.”
“Perv,” She slapped at his arm but giggled anyway.
The sound made him smile to the point his cheeks were hurting. Next thing he knew, he watched her walk down the aisle. She wore a corset style top with a fitted and flared skirt. She was glowing as she walked down the white carpet they had decided on. With Cas standing in as their officiant. Dan smiled at Amaya as she smiled back. The scene moved quickly until Cas asked the important question.
“Do you, Dean Winchester,” Cas breathed with a smile. “Finally take Amaya Campos as your wife? Mostly because this wedding is illegal since you are both technically considered dead.”
Dean let out a laugh and smiled at Amaya, “I do.”
“Do you, Amaya,” Cas sighed. “Do the same thing I asked but with Dean?”
“I--”
“Maya?” Dean whispered as blood began to seep out of the corner of Amaya’s mouth. “No.”
“Dean, Dean, Dean,”
The voice sent a shiver down Dean's spine as an arm wrapped around Amaya pulling her away from him as he felt something restraining him. All around his arms and legs were hooks sinking into his skin.
“Alastair,” Dean growled as the Demon pulled Amaya towards him, her back to his chest as he held a knife over her belly. “Let her go!”
“You didn’t really think you actually left my rack, did you?” Alastair ran his knife along Amaya’s cheek as she whimpered. “She whimpers so nice, Dean. I mean, that is very sweet. I love it when they squeal.” He plunged the blade into Amaya’s abdomen.
“NO!” Dean screamed and cried when he pulled on the hooks that dug into him. “MAYA!”
All he could do was watch as Alastair dragged the blade along her belly, slicing her open. Her white dress now stained red with her blood as it began to pool on the floor. Dean closed his eyes only to feel a slap on his face.
“No, no, no, Dean,” Alastair said with a laugh. “Open your eyes and look at what you brought on her.” he pulled on his hair. “Look at what loving her did. This is why you can never love anyone.” Alastair hissed in his ear. “You’re poison. You bring nothing but death to the people you love. And she is only your latest casualty.”
“Maya,” Dean whimpered as the tears rolled down his face. “MAYA!” he screamed as her cold dead eyes stared right back at him.
Dean’s eyes flashed open as he sat up on the bed. Sweat dripped down his face as he took in deep breaths to try and calm down. He hated when he dreamed. That was the worst one yet. It wasn't the only one that had featured Alastair, but it was the goriest one.
“Bad dream?” a voice called from across the room.
“Not really,” Dean took a deep breath through his nose. “Bed isn’t all that comfortable for dreaming.”
Amaya let out a snort as she held her glass to her lips, “Yeah, okay. “
“What about you?” Dean pointed out. “You get up to have a nightcap often?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” she grumbled. “Want some?”
Dean smiled as he saw the whiskey bottle. Walking over towards the table, he pulled out the chair and sat down. Grabbing the bottle, he poured himself around two fingers full. The familiar burn in his throat gave him a small bit of satisfaction.
“So…” Dean clicked his tongue. “Why are you running from love? See me, I know why I’m running. I’m poison. Anything I love, anything I touch, will die.” he admitted. “From what you told me about how you grew up here, I think you’re running from something.”
“Am not,” Amaya snorted.
From the look of the bottle, Dean surmised she was already slightly drunk.
“He was just going to leave anyways,” she snorted. “It’s why my father abandoned me. Last-- las’ thin’ he said was that I am going to end up alone.”
“What?” Dean raised an eyebrow at her. “Omar said you were destined to be alone? Come on!”
“He did!” Amaya exclaimed. “He-- he never contacted me again. And I was always alone. I mean… the girls all hated me because I was good at everything and I caught Dean’s attention.” she let out another snort. “Me.. golden boy had his eyes on me. I always thought it was a cosmic joke.”
“So,” Dean finished his whiskey and poured himself some more. “Let me get this straight. You are running from Dean because he is eventually going to leave you because you feel you’re cursed to be abandoned?” Dean let out a scoff. “Sweetheart, if he ever did that then he isn't anything like me.”
“He isn’t. But he did. He kissed Lisa. I don't care if a spell was behind it. He kissed her. He wrapped his arms around her and…” she sniffled a bit. “After everything I heard, what the other female hunters were saying… they said it served me right. That I was too cold for the Knight of Hunters.”
“Is that what they call him?” Dean smirked.
“More like what he was to me. He saved me in terms of being alone…” she admitted. “He never gave up on me, though.” She said sadly. “He just kept pushing and pushing. I kept knocking him down and knocking him down. Until we were on assignment together. It was a vamps nest.” she seemed to smile at the memory.
“What, did you save his ass?” Dean chuckled.
It seemed to be the pattern with them. She would kick this version of himself in the ass, while he just tried to show her that she was not worthless. A part of him knew that if Amaya ever felt that way in his world, he always tried to make her feel wanted. At least until he felt he was getting too close. Then he cut it to the quick and distanced himself.
“Actually,” she paused and finished her drink before reaching for the bottle to pour herself some more. “He saved me. I was too cocky for my own good and I didn’t realize I had missed one.” she recalled. “I had my back turned and it chomped on me from behind. Dean jumped in and killed it just in time.”
“Funny,” Dean let out a small huff. “Opposite happened to me and Maya. I had my back turned and she saved my ass. Not the first time either.” he admitted. “I--” he slammed back the rest of his whiskey before grabbing more. “She’s my best friend. I’m sure she knows that, deep down. But… I always seemed to push her buttons and--” he took a sip and hissed as the amber liquid flowed down his throat.
“You love her,” Amaya whispered.
“What?” Dean let out a high pitched sound. “No. I mean I… She’s my friend so I care about her but I don’t love her like THAT.”
“Your lips are lying, but your eyes,” she swallowed the lump in her throat. “I’ve seen that look. It’s the look Dean would give me. Or rather, still gives me. Even before this whole thing happened. When I was packing my things and he tried to stop me. I could tell. He--” she wiped the stray tear that had started to fall. “He was hurt that I would leave. But his eyes still showed love in them.”
“Yeah? And how do you know that I feel the same way about my Maya? Huh?” he grumbled. “You don’t know--”
“Because you look at me the same way,” her brown eyes met his green ones.
Dean could feel a small sense of familiarity at the way her eyes stared into him. He noticed the emotion, she was sad. She missed her Dean, even though she was pushing him away, running from him. She missed him. And as much as he hated to admit it, he missed his Amaya.
“When we first met,” she interrupted his thoughts and licked her lips. “You had this… look in them. You were guilty about something. But they flashed with a hint of longing, if that makes sense.”
Dean stayed silent as her words washed over him. Damn her for being just as observant as he was. Fucking bitch had figured him out in just days of knowing him. Clenching his jaw, he gave her a hard glare before leaning towards her.
“You know nothing about me, sweetheart,” he huffed. “IF I were to even think of Amaya like that, which I’m not saying I am, she’s as good as dead in my arms. Because that’s how they all end up.” He continued to hold her gaze as he spoke. “Every single relationship I had, everyone I ever cared about ended up hurt or dead. Hell, I had to have an angel erase the memory of a woman I spent a year with, helping her raise her son, after she got captured by demons. So let’s get this thing straightened out. I do NOT love Maya in that way. All we are is fuck buddies. Understand?”
Amaya raised her hands in defeat, “Okay. I get it. But remember this. You’re running away just like I am. I don’t judge you, if you don’t judge me.”
“Deal,” Dean huffed. “Know a good place to hustle pool?”
Amaya gave him a devilish smirk, “You know how to hustle pool? You’re yanking my chain.”
Dean let out a chuckle, “Sweetheart, I’ve been hustling pool since I was in diapers.”
In the pool hall, Dean fidgeted nervously. The way Amaya walked around the pool table made him nervous. It wasn’t that he didn’t know how to play pool, he did. He just wasn’t good at hustling. He watched as Amaya walked up to him carrying the pool cue in one hand and a glass of whiskey in another.
"You need to relax," she whispered in his ear.
Her breath sent a shiver down his spine.
"I can't… this is… my Amaya was better at this than I was." He whispered back. "I was the one she would play against and lose."
Amaya tilted her head to the side in thought, “Okay, let’s play one game and let me see what you’re all about.”
Dean simply nodded as he moved to the side and let her rack up the balls. He watched as Amaya studied the table with a smirk. He recognized that look, it was a look of strategy. She was measuring all the angles she could use. Next thing he knew, she hit the cue ball and the game began. He was only able to sink in a few solid balls as she sunk stripe after stripe. The one thing he noticed was that, while she was measuring for trick shots, she never used any. In fact, she had missed a few on purpose with a smirk.
“What are you doing?” he whispered to her. He made himself seem as though he was flirting with her.
“Trying to catch a big one,” she breathed back, using her eyes to point at a few men that were watching.
“You know,” Dean raised his voice as he gave her a wink. “You’re pretty good at this, mama.”
“Yeah,” she let out a giggle. “What makes you say that?”
“You wiped the floor with me.” Dean walked around the table as they finished their game.
“Hey toots!” one of the men who was observing them called out. “Why don’t you play with a real man?”
“Call me when you find one,” Amaya sassed with a smile.
“You give me your number, and I’ll give you mine.” the man had walked up to the table and leaned over it shooting her a wink.
With a small glance at Dean who nodded, she flashed the man a smirk.
“Rack ‘em up,” she walked over towards him and ran her index finger along his cheek, trailing down his jaw, and towards his chest. “Big boy.”
Amaya could smell him a mile away. This man thought she would be an easy target, so she decided to play it up. She was thankful for the off shoulder black tube top she was wearing. It squeezed her breasts just right, giving off a large amount of cleavage. As she leaned over the table, she made sure to give Mr. Cocky a good view of her own rack while pushing her ass out in her skin tight jeans. Her hair in a neat braid as she moved around the table, sinking in shot after shot.
“Eight ball,” she called lazily. “Corner pocket.”
Dean watched as she sunk it with ease while the gorilla who was watching her grabbed his cue so tight, his knuckles were turning white.
“Beginners luck,” he grumbled as he set down the five hundred dollars they bet on the table.
Amaya gave him a sweet purr as she let her fingers brush along his arm.
“Want to double or nothing?” She whispered. “I mean, this was my first, real, game.” she brought her face dangerously close to gorilla’s. “What do you have to lose?”
It wasn’t long before Amaya and Dean were walking out of the pool hall. Amaya hummed happily as she counted off the money they made.
“Four thousand dollars!” she sighed contently as they climbed into the Impala. “Oh man, Dean would have flipped if we ever got this much in one night! This was a lucky night.”
“I guess it was.” Dean chuckled.
The smile on Amaya’s face made him both happy and sad. Sad that he wasn’t with his version of her, but happy that he could make any version of her smile. Without even thinking, he reached over and placed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing her cheek as he pulled his hand back.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “I... um…” he cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. “We should try and go back and get some sleep. Got a long drive to make.”
“Yeah,” Amaya whispered.
There were days that she wished Dean would look at her the way this alternate version was looking at her. Weeks that she would dream about even the gentlest touches coming from him. Closing her eyes she shook away the feeling and swallowed the lump in her throat.
“We should get back and try to sleep.” she echoed, refusing to look at him.
The drive to the motel was filled with silence as they undressed and got comfortable before settling in and letting sleep over take them.
Dean and Amaya were back on the road. To say that sleep did not come easy was an understatement. Despite the fact that Amaya insisted on them drinking whiskey to help, it did nothing but fill both of them with dreams of longing. Each of them dreamed of being with the right versions of the people they loved only to be disturbed when the light of the sun woke them.
“You okay over there?” He asked as they barreled down the road.
“Yeah, fine.” She brushed him off. She had grabbed her phone and began dialling Sam. “Please tell me you have more information on what’s going on?” she sighed.
Dean focused on the road as he heard her talking to Sam. In the middle of the ‘uh-huh’ and ‘yeah that sounds like it’, Dean had a thought.
“Can you ask him if it has anything to do with Hecate?”
The question left his lips and he could feel Amaya’s eyes on him.
“Did you just say Hecate? As in Goddess of Magic and Witchcraft?” Amaya said. In that instance she let out a groan. “When the fuck were you going to tell me you guys were messing with Witches of Hecate, Winchester?” she yelled into the phone. “Don’t give me that bullshit, Sam! You are dealing with a Greek Goddess and not just any Greek Goddess I might add!”
Dean sighed, he thought back to what Hecate said in his universe. He said that it was nothing against him, but at the same time maybe it was his fault. Back in his world, it didn’t matter if Witches were white or dark. A Witch was a Witch and they had to die.
“I think that would be my world’s fault.” Dean rubbed at his eyes as he pulled the car over.
“Hold on, Sam,” Amaya sighed as she turned to Dean. “What do you mean?”
“In… In my world, a Witch is a Witch.” He explained. “So when someone is caught, we either imprison them or…” he trailed off.
“So,” Amaya pinched the bridge of her nose. Pulling the phone away from her ear she pressed the speaker button. “Okay, let me get this straight. You guys felt that no matter what kind of magic was used, a Witch was always evil?”
Sam let out an audible groan. “And now she’s trying to get revenge. But why target our Dean?”
“He hates Witches Sam… He’s an easy target.” Amaya huffed. “Of course put him in a world where his ‘all witches are bad’ motto will make him happy.”
Dean let out a groan and placed his forehead on the steering wheel. “This is all kinds of fucked up. I just want to go home!” he whined.
“This isn’t a picnic for us either, pal,” Amaya grumbled. “I want grumpy back. I hate to admit it, but the faster we get him back the faster I can go off on my own.”
“Maya,” Sam’s voice came in. “you know that he--”
“Save it, Sam,” Amaya hissed. “He’s been pulling this shit since I can remember. So no, I won’t stick around when he comes home. Besides, Jason is meeting us in Salem.”
“What?!” Sam and Dean both echoed.
“Just... let’s keep driving. We’re wasting time! Not to mention we need to do some investigating when we get there, if Jason hasn’t started already.”
Dean started the car back up and continued the drive, pushing the Impala as fast as he could.
Dean let out a laugh as Amaya finished wiping the floor with another sucker. They had decided to split up and make it a small competition to see who could win the most money. Only after Dean had proven it to her that he could play. He had a difficult shot to make, and with a smirk, made the cue ball jump over one of the balls in his way to sink the eight ball in. At the time, they were the only ones at the pool table.
Amaya had found a small pool hall that was just empty enough to test his skill before the patrons filtered in. Drinks were flowing and laughter filtered through. The groans of disappointment echoed as both Dean and Amaya’s tables were filled with onlookers.
“You know,” Dean heard one of the men say to Amaya as she bent over the table. “Why don’t you come back with me and I can sink some balls in some holes for you?”
Out of the corner of his eye, Dean watched as Amaya pulled the cue back quickly hitting the man in his solar plexus.
“Oh,” she cooed. “I’m sorry, amor. I only let certain balls sink into particular holes.” with that she lined up her shot and sunk in the eight ball. “I believe the stakes were triple, right?”
Before he knew it, between the two of them they made a good eight thousand dollars. Dean gave a low whistle as they counted up the money, Amaya giving him his four while she kept hers.
“I call that the best night I’ve ever had,” he chuckled. “We need to play pool more. Could probably clean house.”
“Yeah,” Amaya sighed as she leaned up against the Impala. “You are really good. You weren’t kidding when you said you’ve played since you were young.”
“Told ya,” he shot her a cocky smile. “I take it we should get some sleep while we can.” he cleared his throat and shoved his hands in his pockets.
By now, he and Amaya would have gone back to the motel, drank some whiskey, and ended up in bed together. Mostly with Dean giving her gentle touches as she slept. Mostly because he couldn’t do it while she was awake. He would never admit to having a few secrets of admitting he loved her to himself. But damn it if he didn’t miss her. And damn it if thinking about her didn’t give him the biggest hard on in his life. And here in front of him was her doppelganger. Dressed in a crop top band tee, tight jeans, leather jacket, and biker boots. Her hair flowed around her with a smile that reminded him of what his heart wanted.
“Yeah we should,” she agreed, clearing her throat. “I take it, you had to hustle to survive.”
Dean reached over and grazed his thumb along her lips before recoiling it back as if touching her burned him.
“Sorry,” he rasped. “You had a smudge and I-- I just…”
“It’s fine,” Amaya whispered. “How about we celebrate with some more whiskey?”
“That sounds like a plan, sweetheart,” Dean said as he smiled. “I could get used to that.”
The drive back to the hotel, with a pit stop at a liquor store, resulted in good music, crude jokes, and stumbling into the hotel room.
“So… so, we barge into this coven that’s out in a cabin and… Dean and I have to turn away because they were--” she paused to take a drink from the bottle as they sat on the floor, before passing it back to Dean. “They were worshiping in skyclad. And we had walked in on their orgy. It was butts and tits, and penises everywhere!”
“That must have been one messy massacre,” Dean grumbled.
“Why do you say it like that?” Amaya frowned at him.
“Were they Wiccan’s or witches?” Dean tried to clarify.
“Witches are witches, nothing more and nothing less.” Amaya gave him a slight glare. “Magic is dangerous, no matter what it’s used for.”
“And yet,” Dean took a gulp from the bottle hissing as the liquid gave him a slight burn. “The incantations we use to send demons back, the key of Solomon, incantations to beef up weapons, or puzzle boxes,” Dean listed off. “That’s all magic.”
“Are you sympathetic to witches?” Amaya asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Fuck no,” Dean chuckled. “I hate hags as much as the next hunter. But… not all witches go darkside. There are white witches, and witches who work with gods. I mean probably not THE God, but Greek gods? Definitely.”
“What is your point,” Amaya drawled. “Monsters are monsters, Dean. They are almost all under control here that we hardly have any cases to filter through.”
“Just,” Dean ran a hand across his face. “Not all monsters are evil. Some of them, if not all of them, were human at some point or another in their lives. And they learn to live quietly.”
Amaya pressed her lips into a thin line. She had seen it before, monsters who had families and were living off the blood of livestock. Witches who never harmed anyone, but were still on the list because of a spike in magical energy that scared the council.
“I guess Hecate lied about it not being our fault,” she hissed.
“Hecate? You mean, long skinny, black eyes with silver specs in them Goddess of witches?” Dean asked. “THAT Hecate?”
“Not as dumb as you look,” Amaya sighed. “Yes, that Hecate. We had captured her followers and one of them had invoked her. Nearly destroyed the bunker. That was the day Eileen told me I couldn’t have kids. I was almost crushed to death.”
Dean stayed silent as her story sunk in.
“Well then, guess whoever these witches are in Salem,” he groaned as he got up off the floor and held out his hand to her. “We’re going to have to ask them how we put things right.”
As Amaya held onto his hand to get up, Dean pulled her a little too hard. She tumbled forward and almost fell, but Dean moved quickly to pull her toward his body. His arms wrapped around her as her hands pressed on his chest. They both froze as they stared into each other's eyes. Dean swallowed the lump in his throat looking at the woman in his arms. The familiar scent of Lavender mixed with gunpowder and... something else. Something he couldn’t put his finger on.
“You uh,” Dean whispered and offered her a smile. “There’s something to your smell, I can smell gunpowder, Lavender, but there is something else. I can’t pinpoint it.”
“Jasmine,” she answered. “It’s a lavender shampoo with a jasmine body wash. The gunpowder is obvious.”
She dared to look into his green eyes. Eyes that were full of pain, and loss. Eyes that were of a stranger and yet, at the same time were familiar. His own scent hit her own senses. Gunpowder, leather, and whiskey. The leather was unfamiliar. She guessed, from the story he shared earlier, was from sleeping in the Impala for most of his life.
The two of them stood in the center of the hotel room. Neither of them moved away. The deafening silence surrounded them as their hearts pounded in their chests. Dean was the first to break the trance as he cleared his throat and moved away.
“We should…” he trailed off and pointed to the beds.
“Right,” Amaya agreed. “We should get some rest. We have a bit of a drive.”
“Yeah,” Dean said as he turned away and began stripping his clothes to get comfortable while Amaya did the same.
“Night, roughneck.” she muttered once she was nestled between the sheets.
“Yeah, night, Ice Queen,” Dean huffed with a smile as he settled into the bed.
Both of them layed in bed until sleep was able to consume them. The nightmares still played, but they didn’t dare to move as the night went on. By the next morning, the car ride was filled with the sounds of classic rock as they made their way to Salem. Being used to driving long distances on little sleep, Dean was able to convince Amaya to let it happen. It worked out in the end as they were able to make it just as the sun began to set.
“Take this next exit and drive to The Merchant Hotel,” Amaya instructed. “Unfortunately I had to book us a king suit. The Lark.”
Following Amaya’s directions, Dean found the hotel and parked the car as close as he could. Settling into their room, Dean pushed a few chairs together.
Amaya bit her lip, “You know… we can share the bed.” she sighed. “It’s big enough for both of us and… I can ask for extra pillows.”
Dean hated to admit it, but the bed did look inviting. And even though this Amaya wasn’t his, he couldn’t help but feel that pull towards her.
“No, I’m good. I can sleep on that corner there where that bench seat is up against the wall. You can have the bed.” Dean cleared his throat. “Besides, I can’t stand cover hogs. And the way you hogged the covers at the last hotel makes me think I’m going to freeze to death in this room.”
“Fine, jackass,” Amaya grumbled as she grabbed a few pillows and threw them at him. “I’m going to head down to the bar.”
Before Dean could stop her she was already out the door. Running a hand across his face he let out a frustrated groan and continued to arrange the small couch so that he could sleep when he was ready. Once it was adjusted to how he wanted it, he made sure he had his wallet before following Amaya out of the room and down to find the bar. What he didn’t expect to find was Amaya hanging off the arm of a man dressed in a sharp suit, and perfectly combed hair.
“Dean, ole chap! How have you been?” The man smiled as he walked up to Dean and shook his hand.
“I’ve been great, uh…” Dean looked at Amaya for help.
“Ketch,” Amaya interrupted. “Your drink is ready at the bar.”
“We should catch up over a night cap and a cigar,” Ketch said as he made his way to the bar leaving Amaya and Dean alone for a moment.
“That is Ketch,” Amaya sighed. “I guess British base sent him to make sure London is really what I want.”
“He seems like a douche,” Dean snorted. “Is it what you really want?” Dean asked.
“Ketch?” Amaya asked, confused.
“No, London, is it what you really want? Or are you using it as an excuse to run away and never see Dean again?” Dean breathed.
“It’s none of your business, roughneck,” she sneered. “Just don't get in the way of this hunt. Our research team worked very hard for this for some highschool drop-out to ruin it.”
“And the Ice Queen makes her appearance,” Dean scoffed.
“And the roughneck is just as surly as ever,” Amaya hissed.
“Amaya, mi amor. ¿Cómo le ha ido?” Ketch smiled as he looked between Dean and Amaya. (Amaya, my love. How have you been?).
Before Dean knew what was happening, the conversation between Ketch and Amaya turned into a rapid fire of Spanish. Nothing coming out of their mouths was slow enough for him to understand. Next thing he knew he caught the words, ‘estupido’ and Amaya glancing at him.
“I’m not stupid, sweetheart,” Dean growled in her ear.
“Dean you look ragged, ole chap.” Ketch slapped a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “I’m sorry that you and Amaya won't be tying the knot though.”
“Still have a week left Ketchy boy,” Dean said through gritted teeth as he shrugged Ketch off. “But you had a long flight, from merry ole England, right?”
“Not too bad,” Ketch picked at his nails. “But I was able to sleep on the flight.” he leaned in towards Dean. “Give it up ole boy. You took her from me once, I won’t let it happen again. You messed up and are paying the price. She’s mine.”
“I love how you're an opportunist, Ketch,” Dean eyed him up and down. “But I won the girl. She has my ring on her finger. And if I have to drag her down that aisle, I will!”
Dean was shocked by the words that came out of his mouth. He was supposed to be going home. But here was this sleazy guy, eying Amaya like a steak dinner. He was the only guy, in any universe, allowed to do that.
Amaya sighed as she flopped down on her bed at the Clipper Ship Inn. In truth, it was probably a lot nicer than some of the motels they had ever stayed in, but it still had the motel feeling. Dean had gone off to grab some supplies as she began researching. She had tied up her hair in a messy bun as she always did when working. But there was something in the crime pictures that she had pulled up thanks to Sam’s hacking.
There, at one of the crime scenes, was the symbol of Hecate. The symbol was a five pointed star with a circle that had almost a maze-like pattern to it. Amaya tilted her head as she studied the crime scene photo. There was something else to the symbol, something that didn’t quite fit. Grabbing her phone she began to dial Sam’s number.
“Hey Sam, I have a question for you,” She breathed just as Dean walked into the room with a bag of fast food.
‘Uh, yeah, what’s your question?’ Sam tried to stifle his yawn.
“Did you get any sleep?” Amaya asked softly.
‘I’m fine, Cas says he’s going to do some digging up in heaven for something. Maybe there is a way to track Dean’s soul since it’s a part of our universe and not the other Dean’s.’ He let out a small huff.
“Yeah, that sounds good,” Amaya sighed. “Look Sam, about what I said… before I left, I’m--”
‘I know, Maya. You don’t have to say it. You’re in a bad place, we all are and we just want our Dean back.’
“As grumpy as he is, yeah. He owes me a Macarena,” Maya tried to lighten the mood.
‘Yeah he does,’ Sam let out a small chuckle. ‘Just, be careful out there, okay? Don’t lose your head.’
“Unless I’m dealing with the Queen of Hearts, I don’t plan to. Should get back to strategizing. We’ll start with the police station tomorrow once we get all the info we can get out of what you hacked for us.”
Amaya never noticed Dean looking at the screen from over her shoulder. He had begun eating his grilled chicken salad. As he took a forkful into his mouth he tilted his head and put his food down next to her. Reaching over her, he zoomed in on the symbols and tapped on Amaya’s shoulder.
“Put him on speaker,” he commanded as he grabbed a paper and a pen and began writing down notes furiously.
“Um… Sam, I’m going to put you on speaker.” Amaya said. Her tone was full of confusion on what Dean was doing.
‘Okay, is there something wrong with the research?’ Sam asked as the sounds of computer keys clacking came from the speaker.
“No, no. It’s good work. I just need some books from the archive.” Dean pushed the paper towards Amaya so she could look. “If you can find a way to send us digital copies of the pages I need that would actually help.”
‘What do you need ?’ Sam asked.
“Okay, going to need Scriptura Deorum. It should be on the third shelf, third bookshelf.” Dean recited. “Then from the fifth bookshelf I need, Signum Deos. Next, you are going to the opposite side, bookshelf number ten, top shelf, Runes Anam. Last book might need to get back to us. It’s in the dungeon room. The title is called Siombail Anamacha.”
‘Okay, let me repeat the titles, you want, Scriptura Deorum. Bible of the Gods. Then you want Signum Deos, Symbols of Gods. Then Runes Anam, Soul Runes, and Siombail Anamacha, Symbols of Souls?’ Sam sounded surprised.
“That’s what I said.” Dean chuckled. “Omnia facere volo ire in domum suam.”
‘Yeah, Dean. We know you want to go home.’ Sam translated and sighed. ‘Fucking weird hearing perfect Latin from you.’ Sam muttered.
“I think that’s everything, Sam. Just let me know if we have anything archived that I can look at digitally.” Amaya said as she rubbed her temples. “Necesito un trago fuerte.”
(I need a fucking drink.)
“¿Qué tipo de bebida quieres, cariño?” Dean gave her a devilish smirk. (what kind of drink do you want, sweetheart? )
“Can you stop that, please!” Amaya looked away from him.
“ No, no voy a dejar de ser quien soy solo porque te incomoda!” Dean exclaimed as he looked at Amaya. “Puedo hablar español, latín, japonés, ruso. Puedo seguir y hacerte girar la cabeza. Entonces, no, no dejaré de hablar los muchos idiomas que conozco sólo porque su amigo emocionalmente carenciado con beneficios no puede.” ( No, I will not stop being who I am just because it bothers you! I can speak Spanish, Latin, Japanese, Russian. I can go on and turn your head. So, no, I won't stop speaking the many languages I know just because your emotionally lacking friend with benefits can't.)
“Sabes que? Te puedes ir a casa carajo!” She got up from her seat and poked at his chest. “no tienes derecho a quedarte allí y juzgarme o lo que tuve con MI Dean.” she seethed, her eyes burning with anger. “Podemos ser amigos con beneficios, pero todo terminará de todos modos.” She reminded him. “Una vez que te devolvamos a donde perteneces, no tengo que pensar en cómo tú y tu Amaya tienen una relación perfecta o un matrimonio perfecto o --”
(you don't have the right to stand there and judge me or what I had with MY Dean. we may be friends with benefits but it's all going to end anyways. once we put you back where you belong I don't have to think about how you and your Amaya have a perfect relationship or a perfect marriage or--)
Before she could keep going, a knock interrupted her. Raising her eyebrow at Dean who simply shrugged, she grabbed her Colt M11911A1 with a custom lavender handle that Dean had gifted her for her twenty first birthday. Walking to the door, she cocked the gun before opening it to see a smiling Jason with a bottle of Havana Club rum and a box of Hoyo de Monterrey cigars.
“Hi Amaya,” He said with a smile.
“Jason,” Amaya whispered.
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Begin Again
(Chapter 4)
Chapter 5: Luna, Pool Night
Friday came so quickly; Luna barely had any time to even notice. All her days were starting to blur together now that she wasn’t in charge of scheduling meetings and appointments. Looking through her planer, she had nearly forgotten about the plans she made to meet Sam and his friends at the Stardrop Saloon. Well, she didn’t make any promises, but she was still planning to go. She just didn’t want to commit just in case she chickened out and didn’t show. First things first; she needed to wash up and change. She wanted to look more presentable; her current mud crusted overalls didn’t exactly scream “Friday Night Out with Friends.”
Friends. Would she consider them friends? Acquaintances perhaps. She’d only been living here since the start of spring, and summer was fast approaching. But despite her short amount of time in Pelican Town, everyone seemed to welcome her with open arms. Well, almost everyone. Some were warmer than others, but Luna didn’t really blame them. She still considered herself a stranger here, and it’ll probably take a while for her to find her footing.
After a nice warm shower, Luna went through her fresh clothes. It was surprisingly hard for her to find anything casual that didn’t scream “business party” or “important meeting.” Most of her wardrobe consisted of dress suits and cocktail dresses. Only at the very bottom of her unpacked boxes of clothes did she find her more casual wear. Zuzu University shirts that were way too big for her, sweats, and short-shorts that were way too short. Luna made a mental note to go shopping in the city sometime soon for more casual wear.
Don’t overthink it, Luna. I’m sure no one’s going to pay attention to how you’re dressed. Unfortunately for her, overthinking seemed to be one of Luna’s hidden talents. Working with the higher-ups at Joja HQ, she had no choice but to be self-conscious about how she was dressed around other people. Especially if she was with Charles...
Luna shook those thoughts away, and decided fuck it, she’ll wear what she wanted; and decided to put on the tee-shirt and shorts. It was supposed to be a relaxing and fun night after all, and Luna was tired of overthinking herself into oblivion. Throwing on some socks and her favorite pair of high tops, she grabbed her keys and was off to the saloon.
The sun was still up, but it was still comfortable outside, despite summer being just around the corner. Her stroll wasn’t too long, but she took her time to enjoy the soothing sounds of spring. She made it to the saloon, already able to hear the music and chatter from outside. Upon entering, scanning the inside, she noticed there was more than just a few people in here.
She noticed Leah off at her own table. She had a glass of wine in hand, tapping her foot to the beat of the music playing on the jukebox. Pam was seated at one of the bar stools, nursing an ale while holding a conversation with the bartender, Gus. Next to Gus was a blue-haired woman. Emily, if Luna remembered correctly. She was conversing with a man in a worn-out blue jacket with a five o’clock shadow. Shane, right? Marnie’s nephew? Before she even had time to think about it any further, she heard her name being called. Searching the room for the source of the voice, she saw Mayor Lewis seated at one of the tables near the entrance. She smiled and made her way over to him with a small wave.
“It’s nice to see you out and about Luna.” Lewis smiled kindly, “Your grandfather could be quite stubborn, I feel like he rarely ever took breaks.” His smile turned bittersweet.
Luna couldn’t help her own sad smile gracing her features. She remembered how hard-working her grandfather was. Remembered the pride and joy that always decorated his face whenever he spoke about his farm. How frustrated and heartbroken he was when his old age started to slow him down and keep him from his work… Shaking those sad thoughts away, she decided to try and lighten the mood, “You’re speaking too soon!” She chuckled, “According to my dad, I’m just as stubborn as my grandpa. I just haven’t shown you my fullest potential yet.”
That got the amused response she was hoping for. Lewis simply shook his head, a light laugh escaping him, “Of course. Just be sure not to overwork yourself, okay? Your grandfather would haunt me for the rest of my days if I let anything happen to his granddaughter.”
Luna smiled warmly at that, “Don’t worry sir, I’ll take care of myself.”
Lewis took another sip of his drink before shooing her off, “Don’t let me keep you. Grab a drink and relax.”
“Will do,” Luna nodded. She did another quick scan of the saloon before she noticed the game room that was off to the side of the building. She made her way over to one of the arcade machines. Reading the cabinet, she realized it was Journey of the Prairie King. Luna was suddenly hit with a strong wave of nostalgia. She remembered she used to play that game with her dad. Lola wasn’t too good at video games, so she’d usually just watch. It was how the three of them would spend time together on the rare occasion their dad wasn’t too busy with work. Before her parent’s split…
She was mercifully brought out of her thoughts by the sound of someone clearing their throat. She froze for a second, unaware someone else was here too. Turning to the source of the noise, her heart stopped at the site. A familiar tall man in black high-tops ripped skinny jeans and a black hoodie. But what caught her most off guard were his eyes. Of course, she wouldn’t forget those eyes. They reminded her of quartz. So cloudy, like a rainstorm, yet crystal clear and cool, like filtered water. And they were looking right at her.
Sebastian mumbled out a, “Hey.” Before getting back to chalking the end of a cue stick. That was when Luna noticed there was a pool table in the middle of the room.
“Hey.” Luna returned the greeting, slowly making her way to the said pool table. “I’m sorry, did I show up too late?”
He shook his head, eyes never leaving the table, “Early, actually.”
That did make her feel relieved, but also a bit nervous. This would be the first time Luna and Sebastian were truly alone together since the door incident. Sure, they made amends at the Flower Dance, but they had Sam and Abigail there with them as a sort of buffer. Come to think of it, had she ever been alone with Sebastian before? There was their first meeting at the docks, but she hadn’t even known his name and they were only together for a second. Did that even count?
“Do you play?” His question caught her off guard.
“Huh?”
“Pool.” He finally looked at her, “Do you play pool?”
“Oh.” She was a little surprised at the fact that he was the one trying to start the conversation. Was he trying to make her feel more comfortable? This was probably awkward for him too, so perhaps this was just his way of breaking the ice? “No, I’m afraid I haven’t.”
He hummed out as a response, and the room filled with silence again.
“What about you?” Luna asked, trying her best to fill the stillness, “Do you play?”
His eyes never left the pool table as he smirked to himself. Something about it looked cocky and she had to admit; it looked good on him. “Yeah, I play. Me and Sam play every Friday. He still hasn’t managed to beat me.”
Luna hummed, amused by his slight change in demeanor. She decided to humor him. “How do you play?”
“Huh?” He blinked at her, the confidant gleam in his eyes now replaced with genuine surprise.
She smiled up at him and asked again, “How do you play?”
He stood there a while, still as a statue. For a minute, she wondered if she might have said something wrong. Her mind was set at ease however when he grabbed the other cue stick and handed it to her. She graciously took it and watched as he took the balls from the table and organized them in a triangular rack.
“The goal,” He said, giving the rack a light shake, “Is to pocket all of your designated balls, and then the eight ball.” He pointed out the round black orb with an “8” written on it in the middle of a white circle.
Luna nodded in understanding, but her brows were furrowed, “That sounds… simple…”
Sebastian just chuckled. What a wonderful sound. She wouldn’t mind hearing that again.
“Simple huh?”
“I mean…” She looked away, distracting herself by looking at the pool table, “What’s to stop me from just, getting the eight-ball pocketed on my first try?”
“You’re not allowed to do that.” He said, “You’ll have to sink all of your designated balls first,” He explained simply, “I’ll go first.”
“Okay…” She fiddled with her cue stick and watched Sebastian’s form closely. He gracefully knocked the white ball, crashing it into the other colorful round orbs. They rolled around the pool table easily, but none fell into any of the pockets. He bit his lip, eyes focused, brow set in concentration before looking over to her.
“Your turn,” Sebastian said simply.
“Huh?” Luna looked to him and the pool table in confusion, “Wait, how do I know which balls mine are?”
He gave a soft lazy smile, “Just pick stripes or solids. I’ll take whichever you don’t.”
She nodded silently, walking around the ends of the table, searching for an advantage. Finally, she decided on solid colors, leaning over the table and knocking the cue ball into a red one. She missed the pocked by a mere inch.
“Close.” Sebastian sounded almost impressed, and Luna couldn’t help but feel a little proud. The two went back and forth like this; analyzing their moves, looking for strengths and weaknesses. It was a surprisingly strategic game, and Luna felt a little silly for underestimating it.
It was nice seeing Sebastian look so relaxed. Which was an amusing thought, because Luna also noticed he seemed to have a bit of a competitive streak. But it wasn’t like she didn’t have one herself. She did enjoy problem solving and challenges, and he felt like the perfect opponent. Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was holding back.
“Not bad.” Sebastian’s voice took on an almost teasing tone, as he hit the eight ball into the closest pocket, “But looks like I win this round.”
Luna shook her head with a hum, “I can’t help but feel like you went easy on me though.”
He gave her a half-smile, and she could have sworn he had a dimple, “Do I seem like the type who does that?”
She didn’t know if she could believe him or not. Sure, he really didn’t seem like the type that would hold back in a game, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was showing some restraint.
“You don’t look so sure.” His expression was unreadable, “Want to play another round?”
She agreed to it without a second thought. She watched him closely this time around. He seemed to be in his element; much more at ease here then he seemed to be at the Flower Dance. Perhaps if they had met someplace as relaxed as the saloon, their first meeting might have gone a lot smoother.
“Hey, Seb!” The new familiar voice caused Sebastian to lose his focus, making him overshoot his target. The cue ball missed the pocket, deciding instead to roll off the table, hitting the floor with a thud and a roll. Sebastian sucked the air between his teeth, eyes darting in the direction of the new voice.
Sam and Abigail had finally made their way to the saloon, entering the game room with a tray of drinks at hand and a pizza. Sam had seen Sebastian’s missed shot, and gave him a sheepish look, mouthing “sorry” under his breath.
Luna tried to stifle a giggle, drawing the attention of Sam in the process. “Luna!” He sounded surprised, “You made it!”
“Yeah,” She smiled a bit sheepishly. “I did.”
Sebastian had picked up the fallen cue ball, placing it on the table. He gave Luna an embarrassed smile, “Looks like you win by a technicality.”
Luna wrinkled her nose, “That’s an anti-climactic win.”
He simply shrugged, “Wanna play another round?” He offered.
“Wait!” Sam interrupted before Luna could give her answer, “You two were playing pool together?” His eyes looked almost pleading, “Please tell me you won, Luna?”
She shook her head with a grimace, “Nope. He’s just too good.”
This answer must have amused Sebastian because he let out a very light chuckle.
“Don’t encourage him, Luna!” Sam said dramatically, “His ego’s already big enough as it is!”
Luna just shook her head with a giggle. Looking up to Sebastian, she said, “I’d take you up on your offer, but I know when I’ve been beat.” She smiled simply. Her innocent smile seamlessly morphed into a teasing one, “But I promise, I won’t lose next time.”
That got her the reaction she was looking for. His lazy smile melted into a smug smirk, “Don’t get too cocky.”
Abigail cleared her throat, interrupting the playful banter. She grabbed Luna by the arm, surprising her in the process, “Alright,” Abigail said, “You guys can finish this later. I want to get to know our new farmer.”
Come to think of it, out of the three here, Luna did feel like she interacted with Abigail the lest. They had run into each other a few times in town, only to give out a “hello” in passing. She hadn’t even realized she was a friend of Sam’s, until the Flower Dance.
Abigail’s bright blue eyes looked over to Luna’s green ones, “Have you ever played Journey of the Prairie King?”
That earned her a lopsided smile from Luna, “I used to play it a lot as a kid.”
Abigail’s smile seemed to have brightened upon hearing this. “Think you could help me out than? I’ve been stuck on this one level, and this game is so much easier with two people.”
Luna looked over to Sebastian and Sam with an apologetic smile, but Sam just waved her off. “No worries Luna.” He said, “I’ll avenge you in pool!”
Sebastian let out a snort at that, “I highly doubt you can.”
“Wanna bet?”
“Sure,” Sebastian answered dryly, without missing a beat, “I could use the extra cash.”
Luna couldn’t help but giggle at their banter.
“Try not to lose all of your money, Sam,” Abigail added while placing some change into the arcade machine. The screen blinked to life, and Abigail stepped aside to make room for Luna.
“You two have no faith in me.” Sam whined dramatically, before pouting at Luna, “You’ll root for me, right?”
Luna bit back a laugh, “Sure. I’ll cheer you on.”
Luna was happy she didn’t place any bets by the end of the night. It turned out Abigail and Sebastian weren’t joking; Sam truly was just that bad at pool.
(Chapter 6)
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😱😱 I’m confident today?? Wow, progress
The sun was hot on Jem’s back as they road through the deserted streets of what was once a lively, and populated area. Their motorcycle engine revved beneath them as they scouted ahead for any enemies that may decide to ambush their crew. Thorne, Jem’s tall, dark skinned, but bleached haired partner was driving a massive moving truck behind them. And protecting Thorne from the rear was Lillian, a girl with olive skin a dark blonde hair. She also rode a bike, with her German Shepard, Clint in the sidecar. Completed look with goggles to protect Clint’s eyes.
Jem, with a sniper rifle hoisted on their shoulder and a back up pair of binoculars in their pocket, began leading their group towards the docks. Where Alveyn, the scamp but good friend of Jem’s, was waiting on his ship with the next load of cargo. He was hanging from a rope, scoping out beyond the ship.
Once Jem’s group pulled to a stop, Alveyn’s crew began taking the weapons that Jem’s group had crafted. And as the weapons came off, clothing, blankets, wood and other tools to build shelter were loaded on.
Jem had just barely been able to switch their motorcycle helmet to their aviator glasses before Alveyn pulled them in for a tight embrace. Jem returned the affections tenfold, as Alveyn did a little waddle with Jem still in their arms.
“Miss me?” Alveyn quipped, his signature cocky grin gracing his face.
Jem shrugged, finally being put down on the ground. “Not really, figured if you did something stupid and got yourself killed then your angel would’ve contacted me by now.”
“Not even a little bit?” He taunted, preparing for tickle attack. Jem kept one strong hand on Alveyn’s chest, protecting themselves.
“If I say yes will you keep your hands to yourself?”
Alveyn nodded hesitantly, “For now, we’ll see how the day goes.”
Jem shoved him lightly, “I guess that’s as good as I’m gonna get. So fine, I missed you a little bit. Now, what’d you bring me?”
Alveyn, in a poor impression of an Australian accent said, “Crikey Jem, I brought you quite the haul. Australia is more of a barren wasteland than we thought. But at least they kept their supplies in order from pre-times.”
“Could you stop?” Jem asked, exasperated but silently enjoying his playfulness.
Continuing in the accent he said, “Now why would I do that? That island changed me Jemon Morale, for the better.”
Jem rolled their eyes, fighting their smile. “Well, next time go to Ireland. Maybe get a sexier accent in the meantime.”
The two bantered back and forth, as well as getting their business in order. Making sure each side was getting a fair trade. About an hour later, Jem was off to get back home. Still keeping an eye out for demons, angels or anyone else that may feel the need to get greedy.
Jem barely relaxed until they reached the middle of the city, where the rest of their Battalion was waiting. As smoothly, and quickly as possible, they got to work. Unloading their loot and bringing it down the stairs into the abandoned subway. A few imps and other lesser demons showed up but were quickly dispatched.
About half way through the load Elgar, Jem’s short, tawny haired friend, came up for the first time today. Which was unusual within itself, but nobody seemed the wiser. Both Jem and Elgar picked up small boxes of lanterns and began carrying them down in silence.
That was, until they both were far enough away from people so they wouldn’t hear Elgar say, “You have a guest in your room.”
Jem perked up, knowing immediately who Elgar was referring to. Jem’s dirty little secret.
They nodded, passing their box over to Elgar and immediately made their way over to their room. It was a make shift bedroom, but had direct access to the subway rails and platforms. It was once the employee break room, with a kitchen counter and cupboards on one side. Jem let the others take the furniture once Jem had gotten a mattress from one of the other leaders in the area, Romy. It was only a mattress, with a sheet, a blanket and a flat pillow. Jem had a crate as a kitchen table and two barrels as chairs for typically Elgar on the nights where the isolation became unbearable. The entire room was lit up by candlelight, the candles laid haphazardly across all flat surfaces, including the floor.
It wasn’t much, but it was a lot more than others had, and it was as close to home as Jem has ever had. Especially when the angel known as Lewellyn came to visit.
Now, Jem couldn’t make sense of their feelings towards the mysterious entity that made them feel... something. Curiosity? Yes. Warmth? Definitely. Love? Who really knows. After all, Jem considered love as a luxury in this world.
They approached their bedroom, double checking that they weren’t followed, for they didn’t know how their battalion would react to other supernatural creatures. Once Jem was sure the coast was clear, they entered but didn’t find who they were expecting. Perched on their bed was a tall, pale man. He had shaggy, platinum blonde hair. He was lean, but fair skinned and pale green eyes. He had blood and bruises covering his body, and white feathers protruding from his clothes.
Jem reached for the machete just inside the door saying, “I will only ask this once, who the hell are you?”
“Jem.” A voice they did recognize spoke up. Walking from what was once a commonly used bathroom was Lewellyn. She had a bucket and a cloth in hand. “Do not be afraid.”
Jem sighed in relief, “Lew, you scared the shit out of me. And I ask again, going against my own word, who the fuck is this?”
Lew sat down next to Laufi, cleaning the blood off of him. “He’s my friend since before the fall. Meet Laufi, Laufi this is Jem.”
Laufi nodded shyly, as yet another creature exited from the bathroom. This woman was tall, with dark skin. She had short, black hair with a blue tint to it. She wore a neutral expression but it was kind nonetheless.
“And this is Mercy.” Lewellyn added. The one known as Mercy sat on the other side of Laufi, and helped to clean his wounds as well.
Mercy eyed Jem and stated plainly, “You didn’t mention this brave leader of yours was a half-breed.”
“They’re plenty more than that.” Lewellyn assured, speaking about Jem as if they weren’t even there. “Although I wish they didn’t act as if their lineage was something to be ashamed of.”
“I don’t see any malformations.” Laufi added, his voice slightly hoarse.
Lewellyn nodded, “It’s their eyes. Gorgeous as they are, they share the look of Kalliope.”
“The demon of wrath?” Mercy gaped, but continued her work. “And they’re supposed to be a fair and just leader.”
Jem cleared their throat impatiently, “Lew, why the hell is there a gaggle of angels in my room?”
Lewellyn left Laufi’s side, approaching Jem for reassurance. “Laufi was injured when we fought off some greater demons earlier today. We were closer to here than Romy’s and I felt as if I had no other choice.”
“You know how my Battalion feels about creatures like you.” Jem argued, attempting to keep their temper down. “Not only is this putting you in danger, but if they were to find out, my group would lose all trust in me.”
Lewellyn shook her head, removing Jem’s glasses to make sure they were looking in her eyes as she said, “If I thought that was a possibility then I wouldn’t have done it. But I know because-“
“Because you read my stars. I know, I get it. Doesn’t make my life easier. As soon as you get cleaned up, you have to go.”
Lewellyn huffed in frustration, “I don’t ask for favours often Jem. Please, he needs help. You’ve given it to people far less deserving.”
Shit, does she know about-
Jem takes a moment to consider, before ultimately shaking their head once more. “No, I can’t put my people in danger. I refuse.”
“Jemon.” Lew snapped, trying to intimidate them.
“Lewellyn.” Jem shot back, staring her dead in the eyes.
After a moment of tense silence, a cheerful, “Laufi,” Came from Laufi himself.
Looking back at him, Jem stared into Laufi’s eyes and caved practically instantly. “Fine, he can stay. But Lew, your puppy, you clean up the mess.”
Lew grabbed Jem’s wrist gently, pulling them close into a brief hug. “Thank you.”
“Don’t do that.” Jem groaned, but returned the hug nonetheless. “You’re making me soft, and that’s not allowed.”
Mercy stared back and forth between Lew and Jem with an amused smirk on her face, but didn’t say anything. The two parted and Lew went back to Laufi’s side. Jem awkwardly shuffled back and forth on their feet before speaking.
“I’m gonna go back and help everyone finish unloading. We’ll have some spare blankets for you Laufi so you can rest up.” Jem nodded, and Laufi gave them a soft smile.
“Thanks Jem, really.” Laufi stretched his shoulders, and winced in pain.
Jem left their room, making sure to close the door behind them. They made their way back towards the entrance, but made a small detour towards the tunnels. Still making sure they weren’t spotted, Jem found another fugitive they were hiding in the underground. The being was resting in a small maintenance area deep in the tunnels.
The small demon was hunched over, buried in blankets. Her short, black hair sticking up at all ends. Her amber eyes glowed in the dark, as she laughed at Jem. “If you thought I didn’t notice the chicken wings entering your room earlier, you are sorely mistaken.”
“Aerilyn,” Jem began to apologize but was interrupted.
“You don’t think this is actually going to work out, do you?” Aerilyn snarled. “You’re playing all sides here. Humans, demons and now angels. How do you think this is gonna end?”
Jem breathed, pinching the bridge of their nose, “I know there is a peaceful solution here.”
Aerilyn let out a loud, humourless laugh. “Please Jem, spare me the fairy tale. Let’s face it,” she grinned devilishly, her eyes glowing slightly more, “you’re gonna end up ripped apart from every limb. And the streets are going to be painted with blood, and there won’t be a single soul left to blame.”
#my ocs#Jem#Aerilyn#Alveyn#Lewellyn#Romy#Laufi#mercy#campaign 1#my art#friend ocs#my writing#au week
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Crusader reaction to their future s/o being a enemy stand user and during the fight the reader says" i hope you brought a condom because your about to get fucked"
Jotaro:
- He just....f r e e z e s. The fact that you had the NERVE to provoke him like this sent him into absolute sicko mode. He just scowls at you while tsk-ing, trying to play it off as if it didn’t trigger him at all.
- You’d find that he is much more aggresive than usual during the fight too which says alot. And so you actually got your ass handed by him pretty bad because of your snarky remark. This is exactly why, looking back at this, Jotaro still cannot believe that you’re now his s/o. I mean sure peculiar things do happen in life but to think that he would get with an ex enemy...w a c k. One that sassed him too as if it wasn’t enough already.
Kakyoin:
- Much like Jotaro he too freezes on the spot while giving you a questioning look. Not even 2 seconds later he is blushing intensely while trying to keep his composure. Why would you say something like this?? It got him s h o o k.
- And exactly because of his racing thoughts he actually gets his ass handed by you pretty badly. This is mainly why Jotaro had to step in (not before rolling his eyes at Kak’s flustered but confused face) and shoo you away with his stand.
- Even to this day he wonders how it was possible that he was now in a relationship with you, the person that managed to both fluster AND beat him in a fight. Congratulations, you had succesfully deflected the emerald splash.
Polnareff:
- Oh honey you just added more gasoline to an already raging fire. The second he hears you cockily shout out this he’s instantly laughing his ass off. Be certain that he’s going to try to throw you off with cocky (and lowkey flirty) remarks of his own afterwards.
- The entire fight would basically be the 2 of you lowkey flirting with eachother in the most aggressive ways possible all while your stands are throwing fists. This man is so chaotic that he would legit enjoy the thrill of it.
- The rest of the gang would be looking away while also exchanging questioning looks from time to time, unsure if they should step in or not. Months later no one was really THAT surprised to find out that you and Polnareff were now in a relationship. I mean....it was truly love at first sight, wasn’t it?
Joseph:
- He too would be lowkey amused by your snarky remark, proceeding to throw his own retorts in your way not so shortly after. You wanted to play? Good. He’s a fan of games.
- And he can and WILL play dirty if he wants to. Catch him uno reversing your every remark to the point where you either get absolutely flustered or absolutely FRUSTRATED. Or both at the same time. After this entire thing you two would be kinda on and off until one of you (probably him but who knows) would casually ask the other out on a date. And the rest is history.
Avdol:
- Similar to Kakyoin as in he actually is very thrown off but what you said, yet he still manages to keep his composure. He’s a strong and stubborn man that won’t give in so easily, let alone when it comes to teasing like this.
- Catch him subtly teasing you back at some point. He won’t let you outflex while also trying to throw you off and retorting to your every comment. Perhaps you’d be the one getting fucked once his magical fire chicken magician comes out with his big ass flames.
- How did you two end up together in the end? No one has the faintest idea. You two did get disapproving looks when you made your relationship official (especially from Jotaro) yet you couldn’t be bothered. You completely gave up on working for Dio and had no reason to attack anyone anymore.
#jojo's bizarre adventure#jojo no kimyou na bouken#stardust crusaders#jojo headcanons#headcanons#anon#feral tag
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“That guy at the bar keeps staring at you.” IM SORRY IM SUCH A HOE FOR KALEX
This has been sitting in my ask box for a LONG time and I decided to finally finish it. skdjfha bYE this is probs some AU idk
Kaius had been laughing the night away with his oldest friend, both of them drinking their weight and more in human libations. Without the limitations of a human body, the alcohol did little more than spark a light buzz in both men. Normally Kaius would only treat himself to a few fingers of whiskey, but with Alex at his side, their drink came free and ever-flowing.
“You just can’t help but draw attention, can you?” Kaius chuckled.
Alex’s peculiar eyes crinkled at the corners, the tips of his ears a soft rosy red. Kaius couldn’t bite his own tongue fast enough, leaning in and teasing him in a lilting voice. Umber crashed into mismatched ice and earth, his breath hitching before he can get the words to come out.
“I mean, take a look around. That guy at the bar keeps staring at you.“
Alex stilled, a cat confronted with something new. He’s been oggled at before, Kaius knows, being as beautiful as he was. And usually, he would just brush the attention off, or soak it up when he was dying to drown out whatever thoughts were plaguing that award-winning brain of his. But the attention of other men seemed to still catch him off guard.
Kaius’ smile grew crooked, one side lifting higher with his mirth. There was something soft about Alex that still existed deep down in the winding cavern of his heart, and it showed in times like this. Kaius greedily soaked it in, knowing Alex let his guard down for very few, and that Kaius was one of the lucky ones who knew Alex so closely.
He couldn’t help but be jealous of that man at that bar, for inspiring such a painting worthy expression. It wasn’t shy, not quite, but something akin to it, something kinder at the edges than his usual devil-may-care smile and glinting eyes.
Alex cleared his throat, taking a sip of his overly expensive bourbon. “I hadn’t noticed.”
It wasn’t often that Alex wasn’t hyper-aware of the people around him. Years of paranoia had stacked the deck in his favor, but tonight it seemed, Alex’s expressions were all for Kaius. Even in a room full of others, Alex was only looking at him. It made him feel heady like he’d drank some of his grandmother’s moonshine. He couldn’t deny the thrill that came at holding Alex Prescott’s undivided attention.
“You? Not notice every detail in a room? You’re slipping, Prescott. “ Kaius tsked, pressing his shoulder into Alexs’.
“Maybe I’m busy noticing something else.” A hint of his cockiness dripped with every word, the tables turning too fast for Kaius.
Like a set of blinds, Kaius closed down and pulled away with an awkward laugh. His own cheeks grew warm under Alex’s gaze. Bringing his lonely glass to his lips, Kaius drank more than he should have, the liquid going down the wrong pipe. He choked, rapidly swallowing it before letting out a series of harsh-sounding coughs.
He never could tell when Alex was flirting with him. Even now, as Alex laughed at Kaius’ misfortune, he couldn’t wrap his head around the idea that Alex would even look his way. But there’s something to be said in being the one to make him laugh so hard, the two of them bursting into uproarious laughter.
Sometimes it felt like they were playing a game of chicken, making half moves before falling back. Sometimes, Kaius wondered if he were playing the game by himself and was risking his entire friendship for something that’d never come to fruition.
Alex’s eyes traced the bar patron’s figure and Kaius held back his frustration. He wondered if he’d ever know where Alex’s head was truly at.
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Last call had been over an hour ago and the two had retreated by to Kaius’ apartment, finally deciding on a stronger drink. The moonshine burned on the way down but it had stopped phasing Kaius long ago, the familiarity of it more of a comforting feeling than anything else. They’d stumbled onto his couch, laughing and reminiscing about their high school days.
It was how Kaius found himself gazing at Alex again, his eyes lingering on Alex’s mouth every time the man spoke. He wanted to kiss them, to taste the secrets that lingered at the corners and bask in the shape of them. The feeling overwhelmed him, adding fuel to the flames licking in his stomach.
This close, Kaius could count every eyelash, could spot every minute freckle spanning Alex’s skin. His sandy hair looked soft, the tips finding their way between Kaius’ fingers, the sensation heavenly.
Kaius felt himself drift forward, his hand cradling the back of Alex’s neck gently, their lips sealing together into one delicious kiss. Alex stilled, eyes still wide open when Kaius finally pried open his own. He pulled away reluctantly, eyes flickering off to the side.
Even though it was his own home, Kaius felt the need to get off the couch and move away from the shell shocked blonde. He turned from him, running a hand through his hair.
“I’m sorry. I think you should go, I hadn’t meant to-” Kaius stopped himself, heaving a sigh. “Look, I’m drunk.”
He chanced a look, watching as Alex slowly came back to life, nodding to himself like it made all the sense in the world. “It’s alright, we can just…ignore it.”
“No, I think you should go home. It’s getting late anyways.” Kaius forced a chuckled, watching as Alex got to his feet.
His friend looked like he were in a daze and Kaius wanted to slam his head against a wall. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
“I should probably sober up.” He added on. “Obviously I’m not thinking clearly.”
Alex flinched but nodded. “Yeah, sure. I’ll catch you later alright?”
“Of course man. See you.” Kaius watched Alex walk himself out the door, not trusting his stupid hands to see him out. “See you later.”
The door shut and Kaius hissed, palms rubbing into tired eyes. “What the fuck did I just do?”
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