#everyone sounds so damn good—I’m excited and trying my hardest to keep it high when others don’t feel the same

[tacitusauxilium]

So I saw the Persona 3 Reload panel on YouTube.

Can I just say I cried when people saw the new Fuuka concept art and they were all chanting her name?! My husband even grabbed my arm cause he was so happy for me.

God she looks so good!

[thewritetofreespeech]

I don't know if you've done this before :( but could you maybe write about the Obey me brothers after an argument with MC?? Like a fight make up kind of situation??

400 years later.....

Well, maybe not that long, but certainly long enough. I'm sorry >.<. Hope this doesn't put you off on sending other things because I did like doing this one!

Obey me Brothers + MC After a Fight

Lucifer

It was late into the evening when you heard the knock at your door. Before you could ask who it was, you heard the even timber of Lucifer’s voice behind the door. “[Y/N], it’s me. May I come in?” There was a long pause than usual between his introduction and question, seeming to debate asking, or your response, before he asked it.

To be honest, he had a right to be cautious because you weren’t sure what your answer would be before you opened your mouth. “Yes. Come in.”

The heavy door opened and Lucifer stepped in. Prim and as well stationed as ever, but the confidence normally in his face diminished just the slightest. “I…came to apologize.” The words seem to want to drag out of his throat. Like it’s the hardest thing he’s ever had to say. Not the best start for an apology.

“You didn’t have to treat me that way.” You tell him. Telling you like a child in front of everyone. Getting your hand smacked for something you didn’t even do. No coming to give some lack luster, dutiful apology he doesn’t mean. “And don’t say your sorry if you’re not.”

“I am sorry.” Lucifer insisted, before he took a deep breath and tried to relax. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have embarrassed you like that in front of everyone. I was upset, and took it out on you. Sometimes you’re an easy target because I know you’ll care for me no matter what I do. We always hurt most the ones we love.” Your cheeks tint at the comment. Damn him and his suave words.

The demon makes the effort to cross the threshold and take your hands. “Please know that I am truly sorry for my behavior. I will strive to never make you feel foolish, or less than, again. My mission in life now is to show you how much more than I find you over everyone else.”

You roll your eyes a little at the comment. “Let’s not get carried away. You’re starting to sound like Asmo.”

You giggle when Lucifer gave a forced, disgusted shutter. He then lifted your hands to his lips and gave them a kiss. “Am I forgiven?” He asked.

“I suppose.” Annoyingly, he was right. You would always care for, and love him, so it was hard to stay mad at him for long.

“Good,” he said, with his usual prideful smile, “I’m glad. I do plan to still make it up to you though. So make no plans for Saturday.”

“Will do.” You agreed. Giving him a tiny salute. He then left to let you finish getting ready for bed. Ideas of how he’d ‘make it up to you’ swirling in your head.

Mammon

There was a sharp rap at your door that rung out clear in your room over your headphones. You were curious who was here at this hour, but got up to go answer the door before the tried again.

You open the door and are immediately confronted with a bundle of flowers being shoved in your face. Almost to the point of the blooms bursting against your cheeks. You stagger, at the afront of color, and the bouquet is pulled back slightly to reveal Mammon behind them. “I…bought you these flowers. To say I’m sorry.” The more he talked the more his voice trailed off. His normally confidence draining like the color from his face.

“Isn’t it rather cliché to buy someone flowers to apologize?”

Mammon flinched at your criticism. “I didn’t know what else to do. If you don’t like them I’ll buy you something else. Anything you want! Just please…talk to me.” Please forgive me, was what he was really saying.

You look at the demon for a moment. His defeated stance not fitting into his character at all. Ironic, since the fight was about Mammon being too full of himself. Confidence was one thing, but ever now and then it was too much, and when you tried to talk to him about it he turned on you. He had immediately regretted it, but you refused to talk to him for several days after to cool off.

Apparently, that was the worse punishment he could think of.

“You don’t need to buy me anything Mammon. I’ve already forgiven you.”

“Really??” He asked. Seeming unsure of what he’d heard or that he could trust you.

“Really.” You repeat, and immediate find yourself in his arms. Your flowers falling to the floor as he hugged you.

“Thank you [Y/N]! I’ll never do anything stupid like that again! I promise!”

“Well now, let’s not make promises we can’t keep.” You tease. Patting his back. “We all make mistakes Mammon. I’ll be angry with you sometimes, but I generally forgive you. How can I stay mad at my ‘First Man’ for long?” His hold on you tightened a little. It lingered for a moment longer before he let you go.

“Yeah. Right. Don’t you forget it.”

Levi

You were getting ready to head downstairs when there was a knock at your door. It was a surprise, since you were going down to meet everyone. So who was up here now? You open the door and find everyone’s favorite otaku, out of his hole and in front of your door, staring at you.

“Y-Y-You…You weren’t answering my texts.” Levi finally got out.

“That should have been a hint.” You tell him. Perhaps a bit more curt than need be.

The bluenette straightened in alarm before his shoulder slumped again. “I know. I’m sorry! But I couldn’t stand the thought of you being mad at me! I know I can get a little…-“crazy?” You interjected –“excited about my games and stuff, but I really didn’t mean to snap at you!”

The two of you had been playing some new quest game that was all the rage apparently on the deep otaku net. Supposedly it was unbeatable. No one had actually ever seen the final boss ending yet. Which of course meant Levi was determined to be the first. Confident that his eons of experience wouldn’t lead him astray.

Sadly, the legends of the unbeatable game were true. And after hour after hour of crushing defeat Levi snapped and took it out on you. He’s locked himself in his room after. Ashamed, and upset that he hurt you; if his texts were anything to go off of.

“I threw the game away and I’ll never play it again. I promise! I’ll never go all rage beast mode on you again as long as I live! Just please forgive me and talk to me again!”

“Oh Levi, it’s not that serious.” You insist as you reach out your hand to his clasped ones in front of you. Reassuring him. “We all get a little crazy when things don’t go our way. I forgive you. In the future lets try to play games that are a little less….taxing on our relationship, if we can manage.”

“R-R-R! Relationship!” Levi stammered. Turning bright red in front of you, which made you giggle. You lean in to give him a kiss on the cheek. Really frying his circuits. Maybe it was a little bit out of you missing Levi when you were fighting. And maybe it was also his ‘punishment’ for the fight as well.

Satan

Tucking into your homework for the evening, you look up from your desk when there was a knock at the door. It was sharp, to the point. You immediately knew who it was, and debated not answering. However, that would be rude and a level of pettiness not even you could manage.

“Hello Satan,” you greet when you open the door. Correct in guessing who was there. “How can I help you?”

The blonde seemed wounded by your formality, usually such a champion of manners. But he was a clever man and knew you were doing it to put some distance between you. “I came to apologize.”

“As you should.” Ok. Maybe you were a little pettier than you like to admit.

“You’re right, and I should have been here sooner. I was just….embarrassed.” Satan ran his fingers through his hair. “He just makes me so angry sometimes! Being so high and mighty. Bossing us around. I try to keep it under control but….I can’t.” Given he is the Avatar of Wrath, it’s a wonder he made any effort to keep his rage in check. Everyone says he was getting better though. Even his relationship with Lucifer was getting better; even with this spat. “It pains me more than I can tell you to know that I upset you in the process. Turning on you like that like an idiot when you were only trying to help. It was so stupid.”

“It wasn’t very like you.” You admit, and Satan gave a single, bitter scoff.

“Maybe not now. Maybe with you.” Cautiously he reached out his hand to take yours in a gentle hold. “But I am sorry. Please know that I’ll strive to not let my anger get the better of me again.”

“I’m sure you will.” You said. Squeezing his hand back. “And, I forgive you. I should know by now not to get involved with any of your fights. But I care about you all so much.”

“But you care about me most, yes?” He asked with a soft smile. To which you giggle and kiss his cheek.

“Yes. I care for you most.”

Asmo

It was late afternoon when you heard the knock at your door. Typically, everyone was off doing their own activities at this hour, so it was a surprise to have someone looking for you. You open the door cheerfully at first, but then frowned. “Oh. Hello Asmo.”

“Hello [Y/N]-kun.” Asmo greeted brightly, but you could tell it was forced. “I…wanted to come see you. To apologize. For acting so ugly earlier.”

It’s not often that Asmo lost his temper. He usually left that to his silly, older brothers. Rising above in dignified beauty, as he liked to put it. But every now and then it got the best of him, and his tongue was sharper than any knife in the draw when he got that way.

“What you said really hurt Asmo.”

“I know,” he admitted frowning. “I haven’t been able to sleep all night thinking about it. Look at these bags!” You frown as he pointed to his under eyes, and he realized he was being selfish again. “I’m sorry I said such awful things the other day. I don’t have an excuse or fix for it. Except to say that I’m sorry, and I hope you forgive me.”

You let out a soft sigh at his words. He did seem sincere. It was a little odd to see Asmo so down. “Alright, I forgive you.” The demon immediately perked up with his usual smile and took your hands in his.

“Thank you [Y/N]! Let me take you out shopping, as a further apology. I’ll buy you anything you like!”

“So we’ve resorted to bribery now?” Asmo giggled at your joke and you nod. “I’ll right. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to get out. Anything I want?” Asmo nodded and made some suggestions on what you could spend his money on as you walked. Inevitably ending up on lingerie, which earned him a smack.

Beel

You had just gotten back from class when you heard the knock at the door. It startled you. You had only just gotten back a moment ago, so what remarkably good timing.

You finish taking off your uniform jacket before you open the door. Startled, yet again, to find Beel behind it. “Beel?”

“Hi [Y/N].”

An awkward silence filled the space, one that hadn’t been there since you first arrived in the Devildom, before you spoke. “I uh…was going to change. I just got back from class.”

“I know. I waited for you to come back.” The red head confessed. Nervously scratching the back of his head. “I wanted…to talk. I wanted to apologize.”

“You don’t have anything to apologize for.” You reply. Now nervously scratching the back of your head as well. “If anything I should apologize.”

Beel was so sweet and kind. But sometimes, his ‘space cadet ways’ over anything that didn’t involve food or fitness was very hard to deal with. He’d forgotten you were supposed to meet, yet again, so when he showed up an hour late for your date yesterday you had given him an ear full. He’d been hurt, but took it. Now you just felt bad, like you had kicked a puppy, with it over.

“But I should have remembered. It’s not fair that I forgot when we were supposed to meet. Again.” He looked upset with himself and fidgeted with his hands. “I really am sorry I forgot. I don’t want you to think you’re not important or anything. I’m just dumb.”

“You’re not dumb!” You scold Beel. Not accepting him putting himself down like that. “Can’t we just agree that we’re both at fault. You should have remembered, but I shouldn’t have yelled at you either. Can’t we just….make up? I hate fighting with you.”

Beel smiled softly and leaned forward to give you a hug. “I hate fighting too. I think I’ll be ok if we both take blame. That seems fair.” He let you go and stepped back. Seeming back to his usual, easy going self already. “Do you want to do a make up date? If you’re free. I can take you to Madam Scream’s or we can go get Fire Iceies.”

You giggle and nod. “Sure. That would be wonderful.”

Belphie

It was so late at night when you heard the knock at your door that, initially, you thought you dreamt it.

Hearing it again, you woke up and threw on your robe over your pjs to go answer the door. Groggy, and a little concerned as to who could be here at this hour. Something must be wrong.

“Belphie?” You question in a whisper. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you.” He said. Remarkably less groggy than you were for a change. “I had to see you.”

“In the middle of the night?” You question. Getting more alert and annoyed at being woken up by him.

“Yes. I couldn’t sleep. Imagine that.” His fingers twirl at his long bangs while he looked down at the floor. “I came to apologize.”

“Apologize?” You repeat. Shocked, more than anything, that he was here to apologize. Not that he did deserve an apology to you, you just didn’t think he’d do it.

“Yes. To apologize. Can we make up now?”

“That’s it??” You remark after his ‘apology’. “You say you’re sorry like that and I’m just supposed to forgive you?”

“Yes. That’s how apologies work.”

“No it isn’t!” You snap. Louder than you wanted to with the late hour. You set your teeth and wheeze through them. You don’t want to start another fight. “You apologize because you feel bad about something and want to make it up to the person. It has to be sincere.”

“I am being sincere.” Belphie insisted. “This is sincere as I get.”

“Well it certainly doesn’t feel like it.” You reply. Crossing your arms.

It was Belphie’s turn to sigh at you. “Look. I’m not like Asmo or the others who are great with words. I came to apologize, and that’s it. I was wrong and I wanted to say I’m sorry. That’s the best I can do.”

“Why do you even want to say your sorry? If you don’t sound like you mean it.”

“Because I hate you being angry with me.” You blink in surprise at Belphie’s confession, and he sighed again. “I hate it. I hate not talking to you. I don’t care what anyone else thinks of me, but if you hate me, I can’t stand it. So, I came to apologize. To do anything so you wouldn’t hate me anymore.”

You uncross your arms and scrunch your lips a little bit. “That’s a better apology.” He looked back up at you with a questioning look. Seeming surprised that he had ‘done good’. “And, I don’t hate you. Just because I’m angry with you, for good reason, doesn’t mean I hate you. I could never hate you.”

The demon smiled softly. His expression tired, but hopeful. “Thanks [Y/N].”

“Now, we need to get back to bed. It is the middle of the night after all. And we have school.”

“Ok.” Belphie agreed. Then stepped into your room and made way to your bed.

“In your own room mister!”

[cherripeach]

Chapter 15

Little Match Maker

Summary: Your life motto is “I have the power of god and anime on my side, don’t mess with me,” and you stand by that with your life. No human, magician, or random creature could ever stop your firm belief in it.

However, getting transported to this world that seemed to turn your already bad luck worse was not what you wanted to be in your life story, but you made the most of it. Making friends, enemies, and disasters, you were in your prime in this world, and so you decided to help as many people as you could flourish, at least what you believed to be.

Chapter 1:113 Two Shots of Vodka

Finishing up the tarts with a little twist.

Warnings: Language, violence, insecurities

Words: 1.7k

Relationships: developing but future twstxreader

You don’t think you ever saw Deuce’s fists leave the two kids before their faces turned purple and their legs gave out on them.

Deuce landed one final hit before the white haired boy pulled as far away from him as possible and screamed while whipping the blood now on his face from his bleeding lip, “Fuck, this guy’s a total madman! That was more than 6 hits, you liar!”

The red haired student was not faring any better with a black eye and clutching his stomach, “Oh, crap! Let’s run! I’m so sorry, Mr. Chicken!!”

Deuce had no speck on him, standing firm with his hands on his hips, “Apologize to the eggs a hundred times before you stuff your faces next time, dumbass!!”

“Okay uhhhhhh,” You could not lock eyes on anything that was in front of you; be it the two students close to the ground clutching parts of their bodies and apologizing or the kid who you thought wouldn't hurt a fly standing proud forcing apologizes from people.

Grim agreed with you with a shriek and a skirt behind you.

The two boys after bowing their heads for several seconds gathered their last dignity and ran out clutching their stomachs and arms from the beat down.

Deuce, finally, lost his other persona and squatted down and cried out, “Ah!!”

Grim popped out from behind you after he realized that Deuce was back to normal, “What happened to you!?”

Deuce stood up with his hands over his eyes, “I did it again…” He began lightly rubbing his eyes. “I promised myself that I’d be a model student for sure this time, and yet…!” His shoulders finally relaxed while he let out a breath.

Grim stood still confused, “Eh?”

“It’s okay, Deuce. One mistake will not kill your reputation,” You knew this kid was freaking out about nothing, “Also, in my opinion, I think honors students would fight those who prey on the weak.” You winked at the sullen looking boy, walking closer to him.

Deuce huffed, “I wanted to be different from who I was back in middle school… “ He flinched slightly when you placed your hand on his shoulder, “I always skipped classes, and I got into fights every day. I didn’t show respect to teachers and I hung out with a bad ilk of seniors. Even my hairstyle was pretty wild back then, too. I fought with anyone who I could fight with… I used magic even on guys who couldn’t use magic. I was an over-all bad person then.” He rolled his shoulders back to escape from your grip, but he never seemed to lose it.

Grim paid no attention to the air, “It totally doesn’t look too obvious now, though.”

“You can continue talking if you want Deuce. No one is here to stop you,” You smiled light, “I would love to hear more about you.”

Deuce nodded, “Thanks.” He finished up his story now comfortable with your hand on his shoulder, “But one night while I was hiding myself from view… I saw my mother cry and talk to my grandmother about it. She was asking her where she went wrong with raising me, and about whether she was a bad parent for how I turned out. But that’s not it at all. She’s not to blame!” Deuce’s red eyes with some tears in them locked onto yours , “Everything’s my fault! That’s why, when the black carriage from the prestigious Night Raven College came to pick me up, I made sure that I will never take that smile away from my mother again. I made up my mind to become a model student that my mother can be proud of. And yet… Damn it…!” He stomped his foot onto the ground and curled his fists but still none of that anger was even remotely portrayed at you or anyone but himself.

“Deuce, sweetie. I need you to listen to me to understand this. You were a bad person in the past. Past. Not now. You realized your mistakes and now you want to fix them. Is that right?” Your smile never faltered even when Deuce tensed up more or he stepped away from you.

“Well, yeah,” Deuce spilled out.

“Then, I think you are being the best honors student you can.” You reached out your hand to offer some of the bags to him, “No one is born with any traits that an honors student would have. The fact that you now know that you want to change and that you strive for being an honors student proves that you are one.”

Deuce stares at you with widened eyes, “What?”

You grabbed his right hand and opened it in order to place some of the bags into it, “No one is perfect either. Even honors students make mistakes, but fighting for the weak and protecting me who would get hurt if I even tried to fight them even though I wouldn’t be scared, shows you care. Deuce, you are a great person. You just can’t realize it yet.”

Tears spilled out of Deuce’s eyes while he whined, “You make it sound easy.”

You raised your hand to wipe Deuce’s eyes, “It’s not. Believe me. But starting is the hardest, and once you get there, I know you can do anything.” After wiping his tears, you stepped back and grabbed Grim by his belly, “You just have to keep going forward.”

Deuce wipes his eyes one last time before smacking himself on the check, “You're right. Me becoming an honors student won’t happen overnight. I’m not gonna stop because of some stupid assholes.”

“Exactly,” You threw a thumbs up.

Grim smirked, “If it were me, I’d have punched those delinquents ten more times, yanno? But you took care of it before I could.”

“That’s definitely not what we are trying to get at,” You rolled your eyes.

Deuce snorted at the two of you, “You guys…”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” You placed Grim back onto the ground and your groceries on a bench before going over to the bag of broken eggs, “Let’s stop the mushy gushy and get back to business.”

“Got it…” Deuce threw his hand up in salute before chuckling, “Hehe, the chicks will probably feel at ease now, too, huh?”

“Chicks?” You turned to face Deuce fully, “There are no chicks in these eggs. Chicks can’t be in an egg that’s not fertilized.”

“Wh-what?!?!?!” Deuce ran and grasped your shoulders, “You’ve gotta be kidding me!!!!!!”

“Why would I joke about this?” You raised your shoulders in a confused gesture.

Deuce, silent, fell to the ground with his knees crashing to the floor.

Grim ignored the crisis, “Let’s just get back to everyone soon.”

You nodded picking up the remaining trash before taking a trip back to the store while Grim and Deuce just waited in the same position you left them in.

The trip back was complete silence with Deuce walking several steps behind.

Ace was the first to react when the three of you stepped through the door, “Oh, they’re finally back. What took you guys so long?”

“That’s a long story,” You sighed.

“Let’s get this over with” Trey clapped his hands, “shall we?”

Everyone besides Deuce who was still in a trance joined in, “Let’s make some marron tarts!”

You laughed, “Damn what simulation are we in?”

“Shut it for once,” Ace scowled before turning around to let out a snort disguised as a sigh.

Trey read over the recipe once more before voicing the next step, “All that’s left is to mix the marron cream into the tart.”

Grim jumped after hearing that, “Will we be able to eat after this!? I’m getting excited already!”

Ace seemed to be the same, “Alright, let’s finish this in one fell swoop!”

Neither of them, however, were hanging onto the words that were coming out of Trey’s mouth, leading to the two of them taking a bit too long in their part of the job.

Trey was still trying to get their motivation going, “Don’t lose focus now, got it?”

Ace’s motivation was there, “You got it!” He dropped the spoon into the batter. His mind was not there.

Grim mimicked Ace, “Yeah!” while almost falling off of the counter top.

“I don’t think you two have full focus,” You continued to add the batter to the crusts.

Grim hissed and did his best to contribute, “Nyaha! What ‘bout that!”

Trey encouraged all of them more, “You guys are good. Keep up that pace.”

Grim boasted, “Hehe, anything’s easy-peasy for the future great magician, Grim!”

Ace countered him, “You get carried away too easily!”

“Quite the hypocrite, Ace.” You joined in the little argument.

Deuce was mumbling to himself through his internal crisis, “Eggs don’t… turn into chicks…?”

Ace wondered about Deuce, “What have you been saying, man!?”

“It might be better to ignore him,” You mentioned to Ace.

The rest of the process happened with relative quiet with some chatter.

Your group finally finished backing the tarts.

Ace had the brightest expression on his face with tall shoulders and a high head, “Alright, perfect!”

Grim eyes the tarts, “It looks so good!”

Trey finished his clean up before thanking everyone, “Thanks for the great work, guys. All that’s left is to put some marron glacé on top.”

“Me, me, pick me! I’ll do it!!” Grim waved his little paw high in the air almost hitting your face.

Ace jeered, “Don’t mess it up, okay?”

Grim took the glacé and began to spread it out on the tarts, “Leave it to me! There we go! As expected from me! This is gonna be the best tart ever!”

You just hoped that this tart was not ruined with how much effort some of your friends put in.

Trey grabbed the glacé from Grim and gave him some powdered sugar, “Alright, the last step is to sprinkle some powdered sugar on top and then…”

Maybe the tarts would be good.

~~

Little shorter than normal, but it okay. Midterms be killers.

[ladykissingfish]

The Akatsuki at Karaoke Night

Being a group of insatiable killers is hard work, even in the best of circumstances. Like anybody else, the Akatsuki is constantly seeking out ways to unwind and de-stress during their off time. One day Konan goes out and comes back excited; a local tavern hosts a karaoke night every week. The others are reluctant at first, but this quickly becomes one of their new favorites pastimes. Drinking, eating, singing; what could be more fun than that?

Deidara

Has to be really drunk to get up on stage and sing. Like, incredibly drunk. Like how-is-he-still-standing-drunk. When in this state, there’s one song that he’ll sing and one song only: “I’m A Barbie Girl.” Nobody in the Akatsuki knows why he chooses this particular song, but everyone has to admit that it suits him. He’ll take his hair out of his ponytail and have it cascading down his back, he’ll tie up his shirt in a front knot, and, if she’s wearing them, will borrow Konan’s heels to wear. And he’ll always try and drag Sasori on stage with him to sing the parts of Ken (C’mon, Danna! You’re literally like a doll, hm!), but Sasori will only comply if he’s in a really good mood/there’s not that many people around. Despite his intoxication he’ll actually sing beautifully, so much so that he’ll receive requests for encores; which he’ll do, until the booze catches up with him and he falls head-first off the stage and into someone’s (usually Tobi’s) lap. Won’t remember a thing the next day and feverishly insist that he’s never even heard of “some weird Barbie song”.

EDIT:: After days of this being on my mind I can also believe that Deidara would sing “Before He Cheats” by Carrie Underwood(?) and stare directly at Sasori the entire time even though they’re not really dating they‘re “in a situation” and even though if they WERE dating Sasori isn’t the cheating kind but he’s listening to the lyrics and noting how intensely Deidara is singing it and his face is just 😳

Sasori

He only goes because the others insist that he does. Honestly, this guy has a severe allergy to anything Fun. Chances are he’ll bring one of his puppets with him to work on/modify. He mostly refuses to get on stage and sing any songs of his own, BUT he’ll use his chakra strings to control his puppet and have it dance along on stage to a song of his choosing, that he has one of the other members sing for the puppet (giving them a taste of ventriloquism). The song he likes his performers to do most frequently is “Dancing With Myself” by Billy Joel; this must be his favorite song because he always silently mouths along to it as it plays. If literally nobody else is there besides the rest of the Akatsuki, he sometimes “makes” Deidara join him for a duet; he’s particularly fond of “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart” by Elton John, although he and Deidara always fight over who sings the part of the girl.

Tobi

It’s dangerous to let Tobi sing in front of people. Not because he’s bad at it, but because ... he’s good. Startlingly good. His voice changes completely from a goofy childish timbre, to very deep, and smooth, and mellow. There are sea legends about sailors being lured to their deaths by the songs of sirens, and the same principle seems to be at work here. Waitresses will drop their trays, people walking will run face-first into each other, and the area around the stage will be packed with men and women alike trying to get as close as possible to him. The fact that he sounds like that but won’t make his mask off makes him even more mysterious and alluring. His song of choice? “Unchained Melody” by The Righteous Brothers; which brings tears (and swooning) to the eyes and minds of anyone who hears him. After the song it’s like someone flips a switch, and he goes back to the weirdo that the Akatsuki knows and tolerates, seemingly completely oblivious to the chaos his singing caused. He also enjoys having drinks with his Senpai, as the alcohol makes the blonde much more friendly towards Tobi than he usually is; however he can’t keep up with the amount of booze Deidara can put away, and he feels sleepy after just a few beers.

Hidan

As with most group outings, he’ll complain about thinking everything is stupid. His religion prohibits the consumption of alcohol, so he’ll occupy himself with eating lots of food and “lovingly” heckling his fellow Akatsuki members when they get up on stage. Once in a blue moon he can be persuaded to get up and sing himself, although again this is a complete rarity. He has no real music preferences and will usually just flip through the available choices until he finds something he knows the lyrics to. Tries to pick songs with a lot of swearing in it, which he won’t bother to bleep out and will instead scream out at the top of his lungs (which often results in the whole group being threatened with getting kicked out). Sometimes, though, when he’s in a more mellow state of mind ((a rarity for Hidan)) he’ll get the urge to do a duet (because that takes the pressure off of everyone staring only at him) and can convince Konan to go up with him. Their rendition of “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough” always brings the room to its feet, and gets them thunderous applause. After the song Konan will blush and kiss his cheek, which Hidan pretends to act embarrassed about (but is secretly thrilled by). His favorite song to do solo, however, is “Sympathy For The Devil” by The Rolling Stones, which he ... really ... gets into.

Kakuzu

Mostly comes out with the others as a sort of chaperone; making sure they get home safe after drinking, and trying to prevent them from blowing all their money on the “outrageously priced” food and drinks. Karaoke isn’t really his thing, and neither is being on stage in front of people. However if he’s in a decent mood, and there aren’t that many people around, he can be persuaded to get up and sing. He sings the most amazing rendition of “Ain’t No Grave (Can Hold My Body Down)” by Johnny Cash; his deep gravelly voice and slow speaking pitch are absolutely perfect for it, giving everyone listening goosebumps. Kakuzu is also a skilled guitar player, and sometimes he will sit on stage and play the guitar bits of certain songs for other Akatsuki members singing, “But I’m taking my fees out of your next paycheck.”

Zetsu

Surprisingly, this is one activity that the plant-man enjoys engaging in with the others. He’s not much of an alcohol drinker, and “human” food isn’t really his thing, either; but he loves to hear the others do their best at singing. It takes a lot to get Zetsu up on the stage himself, but when he does, he’s a fairly decent singer. He’s able to change the pitch of his voice quite effortlessly, so that it intend sounds as if two people are singing, instead of one. His song of choice is a long one: “Bohemian Rhapsody” by Queen. It takes a lot f stamina to get through this, but Zetsu always finds that half the time he can’t even hear his own voice with this one, as everyone in the place sings with him (because seriously, who alive doesn’t know this song?). But it’s not all fun and games; Zetsu will always be scoping out the crowd, discerning who the most intoxicated people are. He’ll lure these poor souls into the alley out back, and gave himself a tasty little snack. He tries his hardest not to let the others catch him doing this, though, as this is supposed to be a fun and stress-free night for all involved.

Konan and Pein

This whole thing was her idea, yet, unless it’s a duet with one of the others, she’s very reluctant to try and sing on her own. Thinks her voice is “nails on a chalkboard”, although everyone vehemently disagrees with this perspective. Never has to bring any money with her to the bar, because all of the boys will take turns buying her food and drinks. She goes crazy for fries of any kind, and can eat carloads of these alone. Konan is exceptionally beautiful, and she will be mercilessly hit on from the moment she walks in until they all leave. Well, not always — the boys ALSO like to take turns acting as Konan’s bodyguard, and protecting her from anyone who tries to come within three feet of her. They hide their more vicious tendencies for when Konan’s not paying attention, because they know she wants a relaxing evening, but still: there’s been quite a number of guys escorted out of the bar by Kisame and Hidan, that mysteriously never return. When persuaded to sing, almost anything she chooses will be an Amy Winehouse song, as this is her favorite artist. Her favorite song is “Wake Up Alone”, which moves her fellow teammates (Pein included) to tears. Joins Kakuzu as helper to make sure everyone gets home safe and sound. Pein doesn’t like singing, and does not want to sing ... but Konan always manages to convince him to be a good sport at some point in the evening. But the song he picks is disappointingly predictable: “Pain” by Three Days Grace. Expected, maybe ... but he puts real heart and soul into his rendition, nearly falling off the stage with his enthusiasm. As with all group outings, Nagato loves to experience everything through the Pein-body’s eyes, and spend time with this makeshift family of his.

Kisame

One of the biggest drinkers, but something (perhaps his half-animalness) makes it near impossible for him to be totally drunk, no matter how much alcohol he consumes. Sometimes he’ll make a deal with Kakuzu: Kakuzu will scope out other drunks in the place, inform Kisame of their whereabouts, and Kisame will hustle them for money in either drinking contests or pool games. He’ll split the money with the old guy, making both happy. When it comes to the karaoke aspect, Kisame doesn’t really like singing, or being in front of a crowd; but decides to be a good sport and do a song lIke the others. He can sing almost anything (he has a wide vocal range), but he really seems to favor love ballads. His favorite is November Rain by Guns n Roses, and the rest of the Akatsuki is shocked at how damn soulful he sounds singing it. If not singing or hustling drunks, he likes to spend some quiet time with Itachi, buying him snacks and coaxing the thin ((TOO thin, in Kisame’s opinion)) young man to eat.

Itachi

Is quiet and shy by nature, so naturally things like karaoke bars aren’t really his deal. But Kisame always insists that it’s good for him to get out ((out of the hideout and out of his head)) and socialize once in a while, so he goes. It’s the same deal as Konan, almost, where women flock to him and hit on him for nearly the entire duration of his visit. However, the group doesn’t act as a collective bodyguard for him, as the majority of them feel like he’d be better off, as Hidan delicately puts it, “If the fucker just got laid.” But Itachi doesn’t seem interested in anything like this; he’s polite to those who approach him, but so closed-off that eventually they give up. When one particularly persistent woman wouldn’t leave him alone, Itachi resorted to grabbing the person nearest him (who happened to be Deidara) and telling the admirer that he was his boyfriend. He even put his arm around the guy’s waist, squeezing him. Deidara went along with it, but after the woman left he angrily informed Itachi that he’d “blow your ass up if you ever try something like that again, hm!” That’s what he SAYS, but it should be noted that he blushes quite hard for some time afterwards. Itachi was only ever convicted to go up and sing one time, and it was a duet with Kisame. The song was “Under Pressure” by Queen and David Bowie. At the end of the song, Kisame was beaming, and Itachi had more admirers than ever clamoring for his attention. Not used to late nights so if they’re out past midnight will usually fall asleep sitting at the bar, and be carried home (and put into bed) by Kisame.

[maria-scribbles]

we’re just like kevin bacon!

prompt: for @bricksatanakinswindow​ ‘s halloween writing challenge! this was initially inspired by "mortal enemies accidentally showing up in matching costumes every fucking year" but once i started writing it kind of snowballed from there and i ended up with this lmao

ship: jj maybank x fem!reader

word count: 4.6k+ (i think this is the shortest thing i’ve ever written lol)

warnings n stuff: childhood enemies to lovers, swearing, mention of underage drinking, halloween shenanigans, makin' out, smut (not too explicit but i still think it's spicy enough to need an 18+ warning), jj and the reader being cute lil nerds and quoting movies back and forth, the author blatantly using some of her personal favorite movies/shows as inspiration for costumes, the author also making her opinions on ghostbusters clear (instead of the human trash can peter venkman, stan the adorable dork known as ray stantz for clear skin)

a/n: this was hella fun to write and i already have so many more halloween fic ideas bouncing around in my head (it's spoopy season, y'all!). title of this fic comes from guardians of the galaxy 😊

Of three things in life you were certain.

One, you loved Halloween more than any other holiday of the year; after all, you and your twin brother Mason were born just after one AM on October 31st so you could say a penchant for all things spooky was in your blood.

Two, Sarah Cameron was your best friend. Being neighbors your whole lives, the two of you were thick as thieves and spent almost every day together, much to the annoyance of both your brother and hers; as much as you loved Mason, sometimes you wished Sarah was your twin instead of him and you knew without question the blonde girl would trade Rafe for you in a heartbeat (with little to no guilt, in fact.). 

And three, you absolutely hated JJ Maybank. You'd been at the top of each other's shit lists ever since you were both six years old, when he made fun of you for the stutter you'd had back then and you dumped a full milkshake over his head as payback, and even as time passed and you grew out of your stutter, your disdain for the blond pogue only grew stronger. He was infuriating, plain and simple, and the mere mention of his name made steam come out of your ears. 

The boy was just good at being annoying and seemed to love pushing everyone's buttons, yours especially, and always found ways to get under your skin without fail every single time your paths crossed (which was way too often for your liking, but running in the same friend group made it hard to avoid each other). It became an unspoken thing, the great Y/L/N-Maybank feud, with both of you trying your hardest to piss the other off until one of your mutual friends or your brother broke it up and pulled you to opposite corners of the metaphorical ring to take a breather before the next round.

You'd never admit it but deep down you kind of liked it. You liked being at the center of his attention (granted, it was antagonistic in nature but it was attention all the same), his bright blue eyes following your every move whenever you were within his sights and you liked that you were in his thoughts even when you weren't around, a fact proven to you by the tiny notebook Kiara carried around in her pocket recording how many times he mentioned your name. Knowing you lived rent free in his mind brought you an embarrassingly high level of satisfaction that you'd absolutely deny feeling if anyone ever asked, just as you'd deny the fact that he lived rent free in your mind, too.

...At least for most of the year. Everyone, including JJ, knew that to you Halloween was a damn-near sacred time. He knew never to mess with you during the weeks leading up to the holiday and definitely never on the day itself, lest he want yet another milkshake dumped over his blond head. He knew that, the whole damn island knew he did and yet...somehow, some way, he managed to get your blood boiling every. single. year. And you, like a masochistic idiot, let him. 

It all started when you were twelve.

You, Mason, and your friends were finally old enough to go to the annual youth party held on the sprawling lawn of the Island Club, an event you'd been looking forward to attending every Halloween since you were eight. Of course, you were excited for the dancing and games and food but the thing you couldn't wait the most for was the costume contest, a chance to show off your skills and prove to everyone on the island that Y/N Y/L/N was the undisputed queen of Halloween.

So what if your hopes were a little too high (considering you were only twelve and going up against kids ranging from your age to fifteen), you were still gonna give it your all; you spent weeks perfecting not only your costume but your brother's as well with your mom, helping her cut fabric and sew zippers, styling wigs and painting props until everything was perfect. 

"Oh my God, Y/N!" Sarah, dressed as Cinderella, yelled from the passenger seat of her dad's SUV when they swung by to pick you up. "You look amazing!"

"So do you!" You said, slipping into the back seat in between a miserable-looking Rafe as Sarah Sanderson ("I lost a bet," he explained with a scowl) and Mason, holding your mini R2-D2 on your lap. Was it kind of cheesy, dressing up as the most iconic twins in movie history? Probably, but you really didn't care because Leia Organa was a total boss bitch and Mason was practically over the moon that he got to be his ultimate silver screen hero and swing around his very own lightsaber as Luke Skywalker.

"The Force is strong with you two." Ward joked, earning an eye roll from both of his children as he drove to the Island Club to drop you off. Rafe immediately disappeared into the crowd to meet up with Topper and Kelce and the three of you went off to find your own friends, skirting around the edge of the party toward the snack tables, also known as the most likely place for them to be.  

You spotted Kiara first, looking like an actual princess in her Tiana costume and waved, smiling when she waved back and beckoned you over as she said something to Pope, dressed as Albert Einstein, that made him start laughing hysterically.

"What's so funny?" You asked, reaching between them to grab two handfuls of pretzels and immediately dropping one into your brother's outstretched palm, careful to keep the sleeve of your white dress away from the bright orange-iced cupcakes on the table. 

The two of them exchanged a look that instantly made you realize something was Up™ but before either of them could answer, Mason asked around a mouthful of pretzels, "Where're Tweedledee and Tweedledum?"

"J, why didn't we think of that?" John B's voice came from somewhere over your shoulder and when you turned to face him, you nearly dropped both the droid cradled in the crook of your elbow and the snacks in your hand. Not because of John B and his hilarious Chewbacca costume but because of the fact that JJ Maybank, the one person you hated the most on the whole entire island, was dressed as Han freakin' Solo. 

"Yikes." Someone muttered behind you -it sounded like Sarah but you weren't really sure- and Mason nearly choked on his pretzels as he tried and failed miserably to keep himself from laughing. 

"You've gotta be kidding me." You huffed, rolling your eyes as JJ crossed his arms and glared in your direction, blaster hanging from the holster on his hip.

"Listen, Princess, I'm not too happy about this, either."

"Oh, shut up, you nerfherder."

"Who you calling-" Mason and John B cut in and pulled you both in opposite directions before either of you could turn it into a shouting match, your brother physically grabbing you around the waist and carrying you off while the latter caught the back of JJ's vest and dragged him away. Despite their best efforts to keep you apart, you ran into each other more times than you could count and spent a minute or two squabbling like cats and dogs each time until one of them intervened once again. It was childish, it was immature, and it was fun, even though you'd never, ever admit it. Ever.

You didn't win the costume contest that year in the way you'd imagined at all. Still, first place in the group category was a win in your book and it felt good, even if one of the members of your unintentional Star Wars posse was someone who tested every bit of patience you had. The four of you split the cash prize and you went home 25 bucks richer, stashing it away for next year's costume and pushing the thought of accidentally matching with your mortal enemy from your mind. 

You had no idea this thing was only just beginning.

The next year, you let Sarah and Kiara convince you to match with them and the three of you rolled up to the party as the Pink Ladies -you as Rizzo, Sarah as Sandy, Kiara as Frenchy- only to run right into the boys, your brother included, dressed as the T-Birds. John B, perfectly in character as Danny, immediately whisked Sarah off to dance while Pope, the most adorably awkward Doody you'd ever seen, went to grab some snacks with Kiara, leaving you stuck with the bane of your existence as, of course, fucking Kenickie (Mason, as Sonny, dipped sometime before then without you noticing). The two of you spent the whole evening glaring at each other and hurling insults back and forth at breakneck speed, more in character than either of you'd ever want to acknowledge and for the second year in a row, you won first place in the group costume category.

At fourteen, you went as Princess Buttercup and JJ showed up as Westley, fake sword in hand as he followed you around all night like an annoying fly, sarcastically drawling "as you wish" every time you so much as glanced in his direction. Your brother, dressed as Inigo Montoya, nearly pissed himself laughing and you wanted to snatch both of their prop swords and shove them up their asses. You came in first again in the group costume contest and begrudgingly split the prize three ways. 

At fifteen, you worked hard on a Dr. Ellie Sattler costume from Jurassic Park, he strolled in as a disheveled Dr. Alan Grant with mud splattered boots and tattered clothes, and you really regretted not taking the offer to be the Tai to Sarah's Cher and Kiara's Dionne. Once again, Mason laughed so hard his face turned red and you were tempted to grab the sword he was holding and beat him over the head with it, not just for laughing at you but also for the completely atrocious Jack Sparrow costume he wore. To your absolute horror, you and JJ won the contest in the duo category and you wanted to melt into the ground when they called you onto the makeshift stage to collect your reward. 

When you were sixteen, you and your friends "graduated" to the party held for the older teens inside the club itself. With costume rules a little more lax than they were for the younger kids, you decided to go as (an only slightly sexy) Janine Melnitz, complete with a prop telephone you answered every so often with a loud "Ghostbusters, whaddya want?!" much to the embarrassment of Mason, who was once again dressed as Luke Skywalker, this time in the fatigues he wore while training on Dagobah in The Empire Strikes Back.

You strutted into the party in your heels and pencil skirt only to nearly fall flat on your face when you caught sight of JJ in a terrible black wig and glasses, proton pack strapped to his back and 'Spengler' printed on the front of his jumpsuit. Your brother winced when you all but screeched "Again?!" right into his ear and grabbed your elbow, dragging you over to an empty table and depositing you into an open chair.

"There's no way this is a coincidence anymore! He could've picked Venkman, with all the womanizing and lowkey being a creep and thinking he's God's gift to mankind? It would've been the perfect choice! He's not nearly adorable or dorky enough to be Stantz or sassy enough to be Winston-"

"Jesus, you have a lot of feelings about Ghostbusters," Mason muttered, rolling his eyes when you shot him a withering glare.

"Shut up! Listen to me, there's no way in hell Maybank randomly decided to be, out of alllll the 'Busters, Egon fuckin' Spengler, okay? He had to have somehow known I was coming as Janine and did it just to piss me off!"

Your brother heaved a deep, heavy sigh that made you want to smack him and fixed you with a deadpan stare. "Or, have you pulled your head out of your own ass long enough to think that maybe you're just becoming...predictable?"

You really did smack him then, hard on his exposed shoulder and he yelped, scowling as he rubbed at the red mark you left behind. "Ow! What the hell, bitch?!"

"Don't you dare call me predictable, you dickhead! I pride myself on my costumes being very unique and unexpected -you know, out of the box!"

"Hate to break it to you but they're not really out of the box if Maybank shows up in a matching one every single year." He said with an infuriating, shit-eating grin, patting your shoulder before straightening the plush Yoda strapped to his back. "I'm gonna go get some food, wanna come with?"

Still miffed at his comment, you shoved his arm away and glanced down at your lap, ignoring your brother's sassy "your loss" as he headed toward the snack tables. Not even a minute passed by before his empty seat was taken and you groaned when you looked up to see who it was, your eyes meeting a pair of bright blues behind tacky, oversized glasses. 

"Hi, Janine."

"...Egon."

The two of you sat in silence after that, watching the dancing crowd under the flashing neon lights and sparkling disco ball until you saw him turn to face you out of the corner of your eye.

"Why Janine?" 

"Huh?" You turned to face him, too, one eyebrow raised in a perfect arch as he gestured toward your costume.

"Why did you dress up as Janine, Y/L/N?"

"I've always liked her sassiness and 'I like to play racquetball.'" You offered a casual shrug of your shoulders and carefully stuck a finger under your wig to scratch an annoying itch above your ear. "Why'd you pick Egon, Maybank?"

"He's my favorite." He answered simply with his own shrug, shooting you a genuine, real smile that you, for who knows what reason, found yourself returning without a second thought. "Smart, hilarious -plus, 'I like to collect spores, mold, and fungus.'"

For the first time in your life, your eyes rolled out of amusement and not annoyance at something that JJ Maybank said and, to your complete surprise, it kind of felt...right. "Really? I'd have pegged you for a Venkman stan."

"Are you kidding? He's the worst!" 

Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think you'd sit across from your hated enemy, not only having a civil -hell, downright enjoyable- conversation but actually smiling right along with him, laughing at his jokes and doing your best to ignore the sudden flutter in your stomach each time you caught sight of his slightly crooked teeth when he grinned. You didn't even notice when your brother returned with Kiara, dressed as Moana, at his side and two heaping plates of snacks in his hands until his chair scraped gratingly across the hardwood floor. 

"Kie, are you seeing this? Pigs must be flying 'cause they're actually smiling at each other." Mason said, cackling as Kiara turned to squint out the window.

"Yeah, I think I see one or two soaring around out there." She giggled and sent a mischievous wink in your direction. With your face feeling like it was on fire, you flipped them both the bird and took off, disappearing into the crowd and leaving all your traitorous, confusing thoughts about JJ behind with the boy himself; it was Rafe's last party at the Club and he owed you a dance anyway, but even as your best friend's older brother, cute as hell in his Thor costume, playfully twirled you around the floor to the Ghostbusters theme song, you felt more than your partner's blue eyes on you.

To no one's surprise, you and JJ won the duo category for the second year in a row and when you joined him onstage to collect your prize and didn't feel like you'd rather die than be up there by his side, you suddenly realized you were only certain about two things in life instead of three. 

At seventeen, you were confident you and JJ wouldn't be matching for once (after last year, though, you were kind of thinking it wouldn't be that bad of a thing). You'd gone cult classic for your costume, pulling inspiration from your mom's favorite move, 1999's The Mummy, and put together a screen-accurate Evelyn Carnahan in her iconic black dress, including a handmade Book of the Dead and matching key. You blackmailed Mason with pictures of him, drunk as a skunk and dressed in your Janine costume from the previous year, and got him to go as Jonathan, complete with a pith helmet and prop bottle of The Glenlivet.  

But, as always, JJ managed to surprise you. You literally ran right into his chest and if it wasn't for his arms instantly wrapping tight around your waist, you would've bit it hard.

"Whoa, careful there," He said, one hand keeping you close while the other moved to help you hold the book in your arms. "'The Book of the Dead? Are you sure you wanna be messing around with this thing?'"

Of course he'd make the perfect Rick O'Connell, you thought as you playfully raised one eyebrow and curled your fingers around the strap of the gun holster draped over his shoulder. "'It's just a book. No harm ever came from reading a book.'"

Mason was a little too in character as well as he dramatically rolled his eyes and wandered off, muttering "puh-lease" under his breath and shooting Sarah a conspiratorial wink that you didn't see. The blonde girl glanced between the two of you -arms still around each other and identical smiles on your faces- and grinned. The party flew by in a blur of movie quotes, laughs, and more dances than you could count and by the time you made it home, 50 bucks in the pocket of your dress and another group costume win under your belt, you were almost positive you never actually hated JJ Maybank in the first place.

Now at eighteen, you pulled out all the stops for your last party at the Island Club. You'd spent the last few months slaving over your costume, sewing custom pieces, hand-crafting your prop, and spending way too much money on body makeup and a wig but when you saw the final product in the mirror, you knew it was all worth it. You were ready to slay the competition this year and take home first place for the final time.

Mason, indifferent as always about the contest but willing to do anything to keep those pictures from seeing the light of day, didn't protest one bit when you forced him into the matching costume you'd made for him -in typical Mason fashion, he liked that he didn't have to wear a shirt and could show off his muscles- and spent a few hours perfecting his makeup.

You felt on top of the world when you walked into the party that night as Gamora, a replica of her Godslayer sword in hand and skin painted a perfect shade of green, followed by your brother as Drax, already flexing for anyone and everyone looking his way. The rest of your friends came to win as well: John B and Sarah as Flynn Rider and Rapunzel, Kiara as Eleven, Pope as T'Challa, and, of course, JJ as Peter Quill, Baby Groot perched on his shoulder and twin blasters at his hips. 

"Lookin' good, Gamora!" He called over the music, shimmying his way over to you with some dance moves that would impress Star-Lord himself.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Quill." You replied in a sing-song voice, even as you took his outstretched hand and let him pull you into the crowd of bodies hopping up and down to some terrible EDM beat under the twirling disco ball.

"It got you out here with me, didn't it?"

You rolled your eyes and hooked the sword to your belt before stepping closer and draping your arms around his neck, twirling your painted fingers in his hair. "Just remember, 'I know who you are, Peter Quill. And I'm not some starry-eyed waif here to succumb to your pelvic sorcery.'"

You should've known you spoke too soon the second you saw the spark in JJ's eyes that all but screamed 'wanna bet?'

And that's how you found yourself in the middle of the single hottest make out session you'd ever had the pleasure of participating in an hour later: back pressed against the locked door of someone's deserted office, legs wrapped tight around his waist and his hands hooked under your ass, both your sword and his blasters abandoned on the floor at his feet, and he was either a sinfully good kisser or trying really, really hard to blow your mind.  

"I'm not gonna end up green after this, am I?" He mumbled against your mouth before trailing his lips along your jaw and you breathed a laugh, tightening your grip on his hair.

"This is professional makeup, dumbass. It's gonna take more than some kissing to smudge it."

"I'm down for some smudging if you are." 

You pulled him back for another kiss in response and gasped into his mouth when he walked across the room, one strong arm reaching out to sweep whatever was on the desk to the floor before setting you down on it.

"Confident, are we?" 

JJ smirked at your breathless question and the way you hooked your ankles around the backs of his thighs to pull him closer. "So is that a yes to the smudging?"

"Just shut up and kiss me." 

He did -very well, you might add- and you kissed him back, untangling your hands from his hair to slide them under his jacket instead; you helped him push it off his shoulders and it had barely hit the ground along with poor Baby Groot before your fingers were tugging his shirt from the waistband of his pants.  

"Someone's impatient." He teased, leaning back just far enough to let you pull it over his head and toss it somewhere behind you.

"Someone doesn't know how to stop talking." You whispered your reply low in his ear and then trailed your lips down his neck, smiling in satisfaction at the tremble in his voice when you kissed the purple mark you'd left behind earlier.

"N-never was very good at that." 

"'You should've learned.'"

"'I don't learn, it's one of my issues.'"

One of his hands gripped your wig, pulling your head back a little roughly -you'd have so been into that if it had been your real hair he pulled- and you winced at the way the bobby pins holding it it place tugged painfully at your roots. "Ow, not so hard!"

"Wait, what the fuck? I thought you were wearing a wig!" 

"I am but it's still pinned to my actual hair!"

"Sorry, but how the hell was I supposed to know that?"

The sight of JJ's face slowly turning red made the butterflies in your stomach go haywire and so you just shook your head, mumbling "don't worry about it," before pressing your lips to his once again. He was gentler this time with the pulling and you dug your nails into his bare shoulders at the thrill of his mouth against the exposed column of your throat, leaning back further and further until you laid flat on the desk.

His fingers had just unbuttoned your pants when your phone started to ring from your pocket, blaring the Star Wars theme you had set as your twin's ringtone. 

"Mason's timing is impeccable," JJ said sarcastically, chuckling as you clamped a palm over his mouth and answered the call.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Jesus, no need to be pissy!" Mason loudly replied over the applause crackling through the phone's speaker. "I just thought you'd like to know that we just won best group costume with Maybank. Again." 

The blond winked at the mention of his last name and pulled your hand away from his mouth, pinning it to the desk beside you with one of his while the other started tugging your pants down over your hips.

"Oh, that's cool, Mase-" You inhaled sharply when his lips touched the edge of your underwear, so close to where you wanted him most but at the same time so far away, and your fingers held your phone in a white-knuckled grip. "But I-I'm kind of in the middle of doing someone -something!- right now."

"Smooth," JJ said, not even trying to be quiet as he released your pinned hand to finish pulling your boots off, along with your tight leather pants that he casually tossed aside. "And I knew you weren't green under these!" 

Your laugh quickly turned into a gasp when his fingers hooked under your panties and pulled those off, too, and the touch of his tongue against the skin of your inner thigh sent white-hot lightning racing through your veins; the phone slipped from your grip, falling with a clunk onto the desk as your fingers tangled in his hair and he lifted one of your knees over his shoulder.

"Okay, I'm hanging up now! I already know you're getting laid but I don't need to hear it." Mason's loud grumble drifted up through the speaker and if you weren't so preoccupied with the boy between your thighs doing some downright wicked things to you with his mouth, you might've noticed that your brother didn't actually sound that grumpy before he ended the call and your phone's screen went dark, right as you lost control of your voice.

"Fuck me."

"Funny, I thought that's what I was doing?" You felt more than heard his response against you and a shiver ran down your spine when his bright blue eyes flicked up to met yours in the dim light of the office.

"You know what I meant, Maybank."

"Trust me, Y/L/N, I know. Question is: where do you want me?"

You tugged on his hair, grinning wolfishly at the way his eyes fluttered closed and a low moan rose from his throat. "Everywhere in this damn room, starting right here."

"I was hoping you’d say that.”

- Back at the party, Mason looked up and met Sarah's gaze, both of her eyebrows raised expectantly as she asked, "Well?"

He took his time slipping his phone back into his pocket before giving her a quick nod, grinning triumphantly when she immediately burst into gleeful giggles.  

"Yes! I just knew they had a thing for each other! Mortal enemies, my ass."

"I think that was the very first time in my sister's life that she didn't give a shit about the contest." Mason said and reached over to snag a cookie from her plate, chuckling when she pushed his hand away from the chocolate chip ones and toward the peanut butter. "We couldn't have pulled this off without you. I mean, making sure they showed up in matching costumes every year? Genius, Sarah. Absolutely genius." 

The blonde girl grabbed her own cookie with a wink. "Think they'll ever figure it out?"

Your brother just threw his head back and laughed. "I hope not! I wanna save that story for my best man speech at their wedding."

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[maiyami]

𝓢𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓮

𝕂𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕠 𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕞𝕚 𝕩 𝔽𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕖 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

ℝ𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝟙𝟠+

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕃𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕘𝕖, 𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥, 𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖.

𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝟙𝟠+

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Hawks saw you there, holding this mans head in your lap. Hands glowing a bright green, eyes too as you tired your hardest to save this hero. He couldn’t be more than in the thirties for ranking but you were trying your hardest to save him. Damn did you look beautiful, a little bit of sweat on your brow while you concentrated hard, your y/c/h hanging on your cheeks, and this determinate look on your face. But sadly it was to late for this hero, he lost to much blood and there was nothing more that you could do for him. Another hero had put a hand on your shoulder, letting you know that you did everything you could.

Hawks just stood there looking at you, that’s when you finally picked your head up. Your eyes caught these gorgeous golden ones. Maybe you both stared at each other a little too long, until one of your colleagues called for you. “Angel! We are leaving.” He yelled too you. You shot him a small smile, then you were off. Even though that smile was small, seemed a little forced but it was breath taking. He would do anything to see that smile once more, be the reason why you smile. He was going to try and see you again, whatever it takes.

While you were on your way back to the agency you worked for, you couldn’t get Hawks out of your mind. Have you ever seen eyes as golden as his? Or wings so bright that you could see them a mile away? Probably not. He just carried himself in a way that you had never seen before, he had a slim but muscular build. Damn he was pretty much perfect, no wonder so many fan girls swoon over him. It was a long day, you needed to wash up after that one.

Hawks decided to look into you more, he already heard your hero name. It shouldn’t be that hard to find something on you. The only thing he found about you was that you’ve been in the low teens on the hero chart since you were eighteen. However you spend a lot of time working at hospitals while still working for fatgums agency. Other than that, there isn’t much about you. He couldn’t even find your actual name, where you went to school, or anything about you until you turned eighteen. It was like you didn’t exist, like you just came out of nowhere. This just made him more interested in you, he wanted to find out more.

You were just going through the motions of the day, going on patrol then getting called off to the hospital to help the hurt. Once you arrived at the hospital, you were taken up to a room immediately. A big pro hero had been hurt, they needed you. Once you got into the room, you were met with those beautiful golden eyes. Hawks was sitting on the table, he looked pretty beat up. His right wing was drooping, plus there was horrible cuts on his right arm. You told everyone to leave, closing the door behind them.

You looked over him, he was smiling. Like it didn’t matter he had been hurt, his spirits were super high. You walked over looking at his arm, then his wing. “So what happened.” You asked him. He shrugged a bit, rubbing the back of his neck. “Got thrown through a window, pretty hard too.” He said back. You nodded at him, reaching out to lift his wing but then stopped. “Can I?” You questioned. Which he nodded back. You slowly rubbed your hand along his wing, bringing it up slightly. When you looked at him, he just seemed content. “Can you move it?” You asked and he shook his head no. “Can you feel it?” You asked. Which he nodded yes. “I can, just hurts like hell.” He said back.

“It’s more than likely broken, but don’t worry.” You said then you sat down. You placed both hands onto his wing now, they started to glow green. Your eyes changed as well, you were staring straight as you healed him. Hawks felt this warm sensation run through his body, it was like being completely covered in a light sun. Just enough to make you warm but not enough to burn you. It was the most peaceful thing he ever felt. Quickly his wing started to twitch, moving back into place. You moved down to his arm, softly rubbing your hands over it until the cuts were gone. The process only took about twenty minutes, but Hawks had never felt so good in his life. He had so much energy after you were done, but when he looked at you, you seemed so drained.

There were some bags under your eyes now, looked a little more pale. You were leaning back in your chair, almost breathless. “Are you ok?” He questioned. You nodded, giving him a soft smile. “Yea, sometimes when injuries are bad it takes me a second to feel better.” You admitted too him. He kind of just kept looking at you, a little confused look. You laughed softly. “My quirk is different than most healing quirks. Your pain transfers too me, I pretty much swap energies with the person I heal. So while I take away your pain, I feel it. While also healing any injuries, sometimes I just need a second to bounce back.” You said then some of the life was coming back into your eyes.

Hawks couldn’t believe what he was hearing, you put yourself through so much just to help people. “Does it hurt bad?” He questioned. You shrugged, not really knowing what to say. “Some more than others.” You answered honestly. Which was true sometimes you felt nothing at all, but others could really put you down for the count. You stood up once more, looking over his wing then back to his arm. “You’re all set here, please try to be more careful.” You said to him, a soft smirk spreading across your lips. There it was, that smile Hawks has been thinking about for weeks. You finally brought it out, it could fucking melt his heart if he looked at it for too long.

He stood, walking towards you. “Thank you for healing me. By the way, I’m Hawks. Sorry I didn’t properly introduce myself the other day.” He said while holding his hand out too you. You gladly took it, your hand seemed to get swallowed up in his. “No problem, names Angel.” You said back too him. Just keeping it the hero name, interesting. Hawks thought too himself. “Ahw, come on kid. What’s your real name?” He asked, putting on as much charm as he could. You were hesitant, almost like you were lost as to what to say to that. “It’s just Angel, love.” You said back at him, you smile fading away slightly.

“Damn, I pushed her a little to much.” Hawks thought too himself. He needed to recover quick, he didn’t want to see you without that smile. “Real names are overrated anyways, take it from me.” He said back with a big toothy grin. It made you perk up a little, more comfortable now. That smile returned to your face, a little brighter now. “Glad you think so, Hawks.” You said back. Hawks beamed at you, looking at your face. “Let me take you out to dinner, it’s the least I can do for putting you through so much.” Hawks offered. You pondered the idea slightly in your mind, then smiled. “Sure, I’d like that.” You said.

A few days later you were getting ready for your dinner with Hawks. He said he was going to bring you to this cute little barbecue place, nothing to fancy. You were very pleased with that, you never really cared for over the top “dates”. You were dressed in this cute floral crop top, paired along with high waisted leggings, and shoes to match. You pulled your hair up, letting it hang long behind you. You grabbed your tan leather jacket off the chair, putting your outfit together. That’s when you heard a tap at your balcony door.

You turned to see the bird man himself, right on time and waiting. You quickly went over to the door, opening it and waving him to come inside. This was the first time you had ever seen Hawks dressed down. He was in a v-neck t-shirt, dark jeans, and he had some jewelry on but not too much. He just seemed so comfortable, you were pretty excited to see him this way. He smiled at you, looking you up and down. “You look amazing, ready for the date?” He questioned, which you nodded at him. Then he stepped out onto the balcony, you were confused but followed.

He opened his wings, stretching them out completely before holding a hand too you. “We flying there?” You questioned him, taking his hand. He pulled you in close, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Of course, so hang tight dove.” He said back. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck, and he took off into the sky. You weren’t afraid of flying by any means, you just weren’t extatic that you were miles above the ground with just a pair of arms holding you for safety. But as you flew, you could feel how secure his arms were around you. There was no way he would ever let you fall, it made you feel safe.

Hawks could feel your heartbeat going a mile a minute, he thought it was kind of cute. Then he felt you slightly loosen your grip around his neck. Looking down at you, he didn’t see any fear in your eyes. You looked extremely joyful, like this was an amazing experience for you. That smile that could knock him dead was shining brighter than the sun. God, how he loved to see this look on your face. It made him hold onto you a little tighter, taking it all in for himself.

Once you arrived at the restaurant that���s when the date really kicked off. You exchanged many hero stories, talked about work, and just everyday life. You applauded Hawks for being able to deal with so many fans, and he shot back with how he thinks your extraordinary for doing what you do. It was an amazing date, you never felt more comfortable with someone than you do with Hawks. “I have to ask, why do you just stick with your hero name?” He questioned. Ah, the dreaded question. The questioned you hated more than anything else in this world. You sort of sighed, leaning back to look over his face. “It’s just going to sound silly too you.” You said meekly back.

“No, it won’t trust me.” He said back, serious he knows exactly what you mean. You looked over to the window, watching people walk by then back at him. “I forgot it.” You said softly back. If Hawks wasn’t so keen in hearing, the average person wouldn’t have heard you. You forgot your own name? Hm, that’s interesting. Sure, sometimes he forgets his own name since he can’t tell anyone it but he always remembers it. “You forgot it?” He questioned back. You sighed, rubbing your arms. “I didn’t grow up like most kids. I was practically put through military school but on crack. I had to completely strip myself of my own identity. My name was just lost in time, something forgotten.” You said back.

Holy shit, you went through exactly what he went through as a child. He just sat there dumbfounded at you, seeing that you weren’t fucking joking about forgetting your own name. He wanted to know more, he wanted to see if he could get a little more information out of you. “How did you end up at the place you did?” He questioned. You laughed, yes laughed at him when he asked. “My parents were quirkless and poor. Somehow I ended being born with a quirk, a quirk that could heal. I could be useful for many different things, so they sold me off. Their only child, for a quick buck. I haven’t seen them since I was five.” You said back at him.

He just couldn’t believe what he was hearing, that here is this beautiful woman that practically had the same up bringing as he did. “I’m not just good at healing Hawks, that “program” made me get my skill level high, but they also taught me how to fight. I was a good little fighter for them.” You beamed. “Was?” He questioned. You smiled, leaning forward to rest your head on your knuckles. “Well I shouldn’t say was since I am technically still apart of it. My parents only sold me off until I was eighteen. So I got out, but I never went back to my parents. I actually ended up going back to the Commission only a few months after they released me. They gave me more of a home than any other place. Plus I really had no where else to go.” You said back.

The commission, so they got their hands on you when you were a child as well. Slippery fucking bitches. Then an idea came to Hawks mind, he leaned forward smiling at you. “What?” You questioned, to which he smiled harder. “I can find out your real name, Dove.” He said back. Your eyes went wide at him, shock written all over your face. “How?” You questioned him, to which he just kept smiling. “Easy, I’m the commission favorite pet. I can get the information quick and easy. No one would know a thing.” He said back. You were at a loss for words, this man would do something like that for you? Why though, you didn’t give or do anything to have him be like this. “Why would you want to do that for me?” You asked. Hawks now leaned back, looking over your whole face. “Because I want to be the reason you have that beautiful smile on your face.”

His words struck you right in the heart, it was crazy what he made you feel. As the weeks pasted, you heard very little from Hawks. He would send you a text here and there, asking about your day but that was it. He said work picked up hard, he was staying late in the office. You had just gotten out of the shower, your hair still damp. You had on a crop tank top along with some booty shorts. Brushing through your hair, until a familiar tapping sound came from your balcony. You smiled to yourself before getting up to open the door. But what you were met with scared the shit out of you.

Hawks looked like he just got out of a prize fight, his face was swollen, hands bruised, and his wings were twitching causing him discomfort. It was pouring rain, so you pulled him inside quickly. “What happened?!” You asked him, there was so much concern laced into your voice. Hawks kind of just grunted, sitting on the chair in your room. He was tired, beat down, and maybe slightly concussed. “Bad fight with a villain, it’s alright though.” He said in a huff, but you ignored it. You stepped behind him, putting your hands against his temples. You were glowing, trying to hear him.

Holy shit it was painful, one of the more painful things you had been through in a while. You moved down to his neck, then to his shoulders, just making sure you healed him correctly. Hawks sighed with relief, all the pain had gone away from him. Once he looked at you, he just saw this blank stare then you fell to the ground. You had passed out, Hawks was quick out of his chair. He was holding you, trying to shake you awake. Then he remembered that if the pain is too much it does take a lot out of you. He picked you up, placing you on your bed. Hawks waited for you, sitting on your bed looking over you. He wanted to make sure nothing happened while you slept.

You started to stir, slowly fluttering your eyes open. You looked around your room, it was completely dark now, only light on was from your vanity lap. Then you saw Hawks sitting on your bed, looking out the window. You just looked over him a bit, he was much better from when he did come into your room. Then it hits you, you fucking passed out. Damnit, how did you not keep it together in front of him. You must have scared the shit out of him too do that, no wonder he stuck around. You leaned to softly tug on his jacket sleeve, trying to get his attention. 

Hawks was long in thought, just thinking about what you must go through everyday. All the pain you must feel, the feeling of death you come in front of everyday, and taking all that pain for someone else. You were amazing, that you would put strangers over yourself, you were completely selfless. Maybe he could learn something from you, be a better person by being around you. Hawks was taken out of his trance once he felt his sleeve get pulled on. He turned to meet those beautiful eyes of yours, a little tired than they were before you passed out. He smile softly at you, leaning over towards you. “There she is, how are you feeling?” He questioned you, you could see a little bit of guilt in his eyes.

You smiled back at him, it was small and meek but it was there. It just made Hawks chest tighten, he loved that smile of yours. “I feel better now, you must have been hurt more than you said you were.” You said in a playful tone. Hawks rubbed the back of his head, looking away from you. “I’m sorry, when I saw how worried you were, I didn’t want to make it worse.” He said softly. You shook your head, pulling on his arm. He turned to look back at you, softness in his face. “It’s fine, Hawks. Don’t worry about it. I just don’t understand how you ended up here. Why not go to the hospital.” You questioned him. 

Hawks remembered why he decided to come to your place, he found your name. Your real name, and he wanted to surprise you with it. But then those stupid villain's had to get in his way, mess up his plans. “I was on my way here, I found out your name. But then I got...side tracked.” He said back. Your eyes widened a little, sitting up fully now. “You really found it?” You asked. There was excitement in your voice, the way your face lit up just pushed Hawks heart over the edge. “Yeah, it’s y/n. It’s very beautiful.” He said back, you were over the moon. “Y/N.” You repeated back at him. There was such joy in your eyes, it was amazing. You got out from the covers, moving over to throw your arms around Hawks neck, pulling him in for a hug. 

Hawks was stiff for a moment, then he relaxed into your embrace. It wasn’t just your quirk that can make someone feel a peaceful warmth all over their body, Just you, yourself could have that affect on Hawks. It made him feel so safe, pulling out of the hug to look over your face. You smiled brightly at him, pulling him in by his cheeks. You placed a kiss on his lips, it was quick but the feeling made Hawks melt. You broke it off and got out of bed, walking over to your closet. “We should celebrate.” You said too him, turning to look at him over your shoulder. Hawks just sat there, blush creeping over his nose to his cheeks eyes never leaving you. 

That’s when it hit you, you just kissed the number two pro hero. You eyes widened, then your hand shot over your mouth. You started to walk forward, then stopped. “I am so sorry! I just did that on impulse, I didn’t mean to over step.” You said too him, fear laced in your voice. How could you just kiss someone randomly, you don’t know if he is with someone or if he is even into you. Hawks quickly got up, walking straight up too you. He moved your hand from your mouth, then let his hands rest on your hips. He leaned in and placed his lips back onto yours. You slowly let your hands run up his chest then into the back of his hair. It was one of the most passionate kisses you have ever had in your life. No one was fighting for dominance, it was like you were working together. He pulled you so your bodies were right against each other. He broke the kiss off to whisper into your ear, his breath was warm against your skin. “Don’t be sorry, I’ve been wanting to kiss you since the moment I met you.” He said

You were a little shocked, you didn’t think that someone who wasn’t as popular as him, get his attention. “Really? I’m not that special Hawks.” You said back too him. He kind of laughed at you, he couldn’t understand how you couldn’t see how amazing you are. “Y/n, you are so selfless, brave, and caring. You are so special.” He said back, rubbing your hips a little. You smiled back at him, wow is he beautiful too you. “So being covered in blood, not saying a word too you made you want to kiss me?” You teased him. He laughed at you, pulling you in to hold you tighter. “That beautiful smile is what really pulled me in. The situation you were in was grim but you still managed to smile back at me.” He said back. You just played with the back of his hair a bit, taking in every feature of his face. “You can be such a simple man, Hawks.” You said back. He leaned in to kiss you on the cheek. “Call me Keigo, and lets go celebrate.” He said softly.

You smiled at him, walking over to grab something out your closet. You told him you’d be right back, walking into the bathroom. When you closed the door, it didn’t shut all the way. It just left a small crack, enough for Keigo to see you. He saw you pull off your tank top, exposing your bare back too him. He noticed that you had a big scar on there, but he quickly looked away. He didn’t want to already be called a perv for looking at you change. You came back out, taking Keigo’s hand into yours. He moved out onto the balcony, holding your hip tightly. “Ready?” He asked you, which you nodded back. You were in the air, flying high as you went to go celebrate. 

Everything was going great, you saw Hawks more offend. Went out dates, and checked up on each other daily. But one day you just disappeared, you didn’t reply to his texted. He was getting worried, so he paid a visit to your place. Once he got there, his heart sank into his stomach. Your place was a reck, things throw everywhere, bed tossed against the wall, and your vanity mirror shattered. He looked around to find anything that could help him find out what had happened, he found your phone under some blankets. He saw all the unanswered messages from him and some friends of yours. What happened? You didn’t just up and leave, something must have went down. He needed to find out, he had to find out. 

He went to Fatgums agency, they must know what had happened too you. Once he got there, he talked with him. He found out that you had been sent out to spy on a hangout for the LOV. Sadly some of the villain's had followed you back to your house, you might be extremely skilled but trying to take on five people in such a cramped space isn’t easy for most. You had been seriously hurt, you hadn’t woken up in over a week at the hospital you were staying at. Keigo was quick to leave, heading over to the hospital. He was brought right up to your room, his heart just broke looking at you. 

There were IVs, wires, and everything else you could think of coming from you. Part of your face was bandaged over, along with your arms. He walked over, taking your hand into his. While he spoke with the doctors, they just told him that he had to wait. It was up to you know to wake up, they did everything they could to keep you here. So that’s what Keigo did, he waited. Only time he left was when he needed to be somewhere, he left all his patrols to one of his sidekicks. 

It had been weeks, still you had not woken up yet. Your bandages had come off, exposing scars left from the attack. You had this new scar coming from from the top right of your forehead, cross your right eye, half way down your cheek. Keigo gripped your hand tightly, thinking about what he was going to do once he gets the people who did this too you. He just wanted you to wake up so he could be blessed with that beautiful smile of yours. “Please come back, y/n. The world is such a brighter place when you are in it. I am a better person when you are here, just wake up.” Keigo said softly, then kissed your knuckles.  

Everything hurts, your whole body is sore, and you have the worse headache of your life. You fluttered your eyes open, looking around the room. “Hospital?” You questioned yourself. You turned your head to see that two doctors were speaking to each other, then once they saw your eyes open they were in shock. It had been almost three weeks since you were in your coma. They asked you all the questions, all the ones you usually ask the hurt. How do you feel? Do you know where you are? Do you remember who you are? What year is it? Which you answered them all, you knew what happened. They smiled, then said someone has been waiting for you to wake up.

A few hours passed, your eyes were shut since you were trying to rest them. You heard the door to your room open up, you opened your eyes slightly to see that beautiful winged man looking back at you. He nearly dropped to the ground when he saw you open your eyes. You smiled at him, which he quickly walked over to kiss you on the top of your head. “You’re awake, holy shit you’re finally awake.” He said softly against your hair, holding the back of your head into his chest. You could feel him shaking a little bit, tightening your frame to hold you closer. “Keigo, it’s okay. I’m awake, don’t cry please.” You asked him.

“If I had been there, if I wasn’t so caught up with work. I could have protected you. I am so- “ He started to say but you pulled out of his hold. You grabbed both of his cheek, making him look you in the eyes. “Keigo. No one would have known that would have happened. None of this is your fault at all. Get that out of your head. I’m fine, I’m here, and I’m alive.” You said back. You kissed him softly on the lips and it seems like all his worries washed away with that kiss. “Live with me?�� He questioned back after the kiss was done. You smiled at him, which he smiled back. “Ok.” You said back.

It had been a few months since the attack happened, you were sitting on the bed waiting for Keigo to come home. Boredom taking over you while you waited, you picked yourself off the bed walking over to look through the closet. You found one of Keigos jackets hanging up in there, pulling it out to look at it. I smelt like him, it was so comforting. You were only in your bra and panties, you felt a little cold so you decided to slip it on. Laying back on the bed, looking at some videos on your phone until you fell asleep.

Keigo had come home about an hour later, he walked into your shared bedroom to find you laying on the bed. He looked over your frame, how his jacket was too big on you, it put a smile on his lips. Then you turned a little in your sleep, exposing your thighs a little. As you kept moving, the jacket get creeping up your exposed skin until it showed off your barely covered asscheeks. What a fucking sight Keigo thought, you just laying in his clothes. He walked over, rubbing your arm softly until you slowly woke up.

“Well little bird, don’t you look good in my clothes.” He teased softly. You rubbed your eyes, sitting up on your elbow, the jacket slipping off your shoulder to expose your chest a bit. Before you had fully fallen asleep, you took of your bra to be a bit more comfortable. “I was a little cold, and this seemed so comfortable.” You said with a sleepy voice. Keigo smirk, looking over you. “Now your scent is going to be all over me the next time I wear that. I think you want to drive me crazy, huh little bird?” He questioned. You tilted your head slightly, a smirk coming to your lips. You slowly sat up, kneeling before him.

“Maybe I do. Do you not like it?” You questioned back with sass in your voice. He shrugged off his own jacket, letting it hit the floor. “I fucking love it.” He muttered before his lips were on yours. The kiss was heated, all teeth and tongue. He slowly pushed you onto your back, letting himself get ontop of you. He looked down as you kissed his neck, looking at how amazing your breasts looked while you were on your back. He nearly growled at the sight, leaning up to pull his shirt off. You leaned up, starting to take the jacket off but Keigo stopped you. “Oh no, little bird. Keep that on, I like seeing you in my clothes.” He said before he started to trail kisses down your chest.

You bit your lip at the feeling of his tongue licking over one of your harden buds. Letting your fingers run through his hair. As he made his way down your chest and stomach, he pushed your panties to the side. Letting his face rest between your legs, then he slowly licked a broad stripe up your entrance. He moaned at your taste, while you threw your head back at the sensation. “Such a pretty little pussy.” He moaned then let his tongue feverishly lap at your clit. You gripped his hair a little tighter, feeling the pleasure running through your body. He slowly pushed in two finger, pumping them quickly. It made your hips buck up into his tongue. “Someone’s impatient.” He teased at you.

“Please Keigo, fuck me.” You moaned too him. Which he snickered at, leaning back to pull his pants along with his boxers off of himself. He pulled your panties off your hips, down your legs, until he threw them onto the ground. He dipped back down between your legs, spitting on your entrance before leaning back up. Letting his head tease you for a few seconds before slowly slipping himself into you. You leaned up to pull him down by his neck, letting his forehead rest against yours.

He started off slow but then picked up his pace, making sure you could feel his whole length deep inside of you. With each thrust, his head kissed your cerxics. It was making you see stars, your moans got louder with each pump of his cock. He pushed your legs up to your chest, causing you to let out a loud moan. You clamped down on his shaft, causing him to moan. He leaned down to give you a heated kiss. “Gonna cum for me?” He questioned while his thrusts began to become sloppy. You nodded at him, gripping the back of his head tightly. He leans down to whisper into your ear. “Say it.” He says back.

You moan loudly, looking him straight in the eyes. “I’m gonna cum, Keigo!” You moan too him. He starts to thrust hard into you, putting everything he had into his motion. “Ya. Fuck, cum on my cock.” He says then he released his load into you. You felt over the edge, clamping down on him tightly. As you both slowed, you just held each other there. Until Keigo lifted his head slight to look at you. You had this beaming smile on your face. That smile he fell for the moment he saw you, the smile that’s kept him going, the smile from someone he truly loves. “I love you, y/n.” He said softly. You push a few sweaty hairs out of his face, pulling him down for a soft kiss. “I love you too.” You said softly.

[zhongli-simp-blog]

Pairings Jaehyun x Male Reader

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Smut

A/N: I am so sorry this took forever to get up, work has been a bitch.

The night was young and you felt young dancing in the club with the music blaring and the alcohol running through your system, you were on the dance floor moving your hips with the beat of the music that you didn’t even notice a guy behind you, “damn you move hips sexily,” the strange man said, but you were too drunk to care and started dancing with him grinding your bodies together, he grabbed your hips bringing you closer which made you a little uncomfortable with the sudden contact while moving away from him you noticed at least 5 or 6 men dressed in black suits surrounding you both.

As you pulled away from the man you were dancing with you accidentally bumped into another guy who was slightly taller but more and with a look that even intimated you, he leaned down so close enough with his face close to yours, “are you lost, baby boy?” He whispered low enough so only you could hear it and gave you a look to telling you to go along with it. You nodded not wanting to return to the creep from before. He stood back up and stared down the guy you were previously dancing with, noticing he now had a frightened look in his eyes.

“Now I know you were not trying to make a move on my lover,” the taller man said only making you more confused, “uh no Mr. Jung, I didn’t even-” before he could finish his excuse the man that was holding you held up his free hand motioning to stop, “that’s enough now, men take him away” and it dawned on you who he was. Mr. Jung Jaehyun the biggest mod boss, the simple sound of his name made people scared, not only did he have money he also had power, Turning to see the creep being taken out the back door.

“Now baby boy let’s return to my place,” he made it seem like a request but was more of a demand as he put his hand on the lower half of your back, you didn’t want to anger him so you followed him out of the club and into his car, “what do you want from me, Mr. Jung?” You ask kinda frightened but also interested in why he choose you, “please you can call me Jaehyun, my associates call me Mr. Jung,” correcting you as he put his hand on your inner thigh. “And all I want is for you to fall in love with me,” getting taken back by his intentions, you had no choice to join him to where ever he was taking you.

“No need to worry Y/N, I will take good care of you,” you couldn’t snarl at his words but also concerned as to how he knew your name, “I never told you my name,” only receiving a smirk he gave you a side glance. “I have had my eye on you for a long time, I wanted you to be mind, I even put the word out that you were off-limits. But clearly that bastard did not listen.” And suddenly you remembered how all the guys avoided you, even the ones you confessed too and knew clearly that they liked you back, Before you knew it you were pulling into a driveway leading up to a mansion-sized house. 

Jaehyun got out of the car first walking over to your side and opening the door, you took his hand getting out and his hand instantly on your back clearly making sure you can’t run away. He tossed his keys to another guy in a black suit, “park her for me, will you?” Jaehyun ordered not breaking the stride to the front door, as he opened it a butler was waiting, “may I take your jacket Mr. Jung?” the Butler asked as Jaehyun took his off handing to the man. 

Jaehyun left you alone in the kitchen so he could take some personal matters, only to be interrupted, “Mr. Jung! Sir! The prisoner has escaped!” Hearing one of his men called you a prisoner made his blood boil with rage, he rushed to the guard, “he is not a prisoner, and you better realize that before I take care of you myself.” Jaehyun said between his teeth landing a punch on the guard, walking out the room going towards the front door only to notice the door to his room was opened. 

Walking in he saw you standing there looking around taking everything in, Jaehyun rushed to you pulling your arm and pinning you against the wall, “what do you think you are doing in here? Nobody enters my room without permission, do you understand that Y/N? You nodded afraid to what he would do, maybe it was the alcohol still in your system but strangely his demeanor was hot to you. Jaehyun was still close to you and he could tell by your body language that he was turning you on which made him have the biggest smirk.

He pulled you towards his bed pushing you onto it, “if you want to be in my room so bad, then I will show you what happens in here,” this only made you even more excited about what he was going to do. That was until pulled out a tie, grabbing your arms he tied them both behind the bed frame preventing you from moving, with no hesitation he ripped your shirt open and pulled your pants down leaving you naked on his bed. This was the first time you have ever done this which only made it even more exciting and turned you on even more.

Unbuttoning his pants and climbing on top of you aligning his cock to your mouth, “open, now” he demanded but being the knowing brat that you are, you refused only flicking your tongue over the head of his shaft making him hiss, grabbing your hair jerking you back “if you are going to be a brat I will leave you tied up and walk out.” Jaehyun pushed your head back down to his cock using his free hand to open your mouth and pushing himself in, you gave him and started bobbing your head making sure to take in every inch of Jaehyun. You started bobbing your head faster and taking him even further down your throat.

“Look at me Y/N” Jaehyun ordered and you looked up at him with his cock in your mouth only making him harder, “fuck that’s hot, take all of me,” which you did taking his whole cock only letting out a few gags do to his size, “do it again, gag on my cock” he said pushing your head further down only to hold it there making sure you take his whole member. You started gagging more trying to pull back from Jaehyun was holding your head still, “fuck yes I’m cumming” he moaned out as you felt his liquid shooting into your mouth.

He pulled his cock out using his thumb to wipe the leftover cum on your chin rubbing it over your lips, “open,” was all he said as he pushed his fingers into your mouth, “suck on em,” and you started sucking his fingers as he used his free hand to remove his shirt and pants, “you are going to feel so good after this,” biting his lip removing his finger only to push them into your tight hole. He slapped your ass “relax,” he ordered but this feeling was new which only made you receive more slaps, you started to relax as he pushed another finger in, “ah fuck!” You let out which he didn’t like “did I say you could moan?” your bratty hide kicking in again, “ah yes more!” Moaning out more, this only made Jaehyun angrier, he removed his fingers and went to grab another tie which he placed over your mouth, “now you will be quiet, won’t you Y/N?” He whispered into your ear returning to his previous position, “if I hear anything come out you will get more punishment, understand?” You pretended to not hear him, you felt a hard smack on your ass looking back at Jaehyun whos eyes were black with lust, “understand?” You nodded and he opened the condom that he must have grabbed from the nightstand when he grabbed the tie.

Jaehyun lifted one of your legs over his shoulder feeling his hard cock enter into you, he was fully inside of you waiting for you to adjust to his size, “you’re doing so good taking my cock baby boy,” he whispered into your ear as he bit onto your collarbone and started sucking making sure to leave a mark. He started moving his hips faster and faster the sound of skin slapping each other filling the room, you tried your hardest not to moan but a few started to escape, Jaehyun removed the tie from your mouth, “moan louder Y/N, let everyone know who makes you feel this good.” 

His force was getting harder with every thrust hitting your prostate every time, “who is making you feel this good? Say my name.” He ordered, “y-y-you,” you let out but he wasn’t satisfied with that answer, he slapped your ass again, “I’m sorry I didn’t hear you, who makes you feel this good?” He said with another smack as he pushed his cock even further inside, “YOU JAEHYUN, ONLY YOU!” You scream out, the feeling of his cock against your prostate sending shockwaves through your body.

His hand made it’s way to your throat as he held it there helping him keep balance as his movements got faster and harder, “fuck yeah Y/N take my cock, such a tight ass,” he leaned down and smashed his lips to yours feeling, he reached up and untied you from the bed frame, and before you could move your hands he flipped you over and re-entered your hole feeling his abs against your back and feeling his lips on your neck leaving more marks. You tried to lift your ass to give him more access but he held you down “you want more baby? Do you want more of my cock inside of you?” You only nodded not able to form any words from his relentless pounding.

You only felt the need to be a brat again and tightened around his cock, receiving the loudest and deepest grunt from Jaehyun made it worth the smack on the ass, “fucking do it again Y/N and you won’t get to cum,” he said with a demanding tone into your ear. He pulled out removing the condom and re-entering feeling his now raw cock filling you up, “I’m going to fill you up so good baby boy,” he huskily said as his movements were getting more sloppy and out of rhythm.

Pulling your hips back so he had easier access to your cock, “do you want to cum baby boy?” You nodded as he pulled your hair back, “who do you cum for?” He asked, “You Jaehyun, I only cum for you,” you let out and felt your high coming, “Jae-Jaehyun I’m close” you moan as he pulled your head back enough to connect his lips to yours as he continued his assault on your ass. “Fuck Y/N cum, cum for me and no one else,” and you released all over the sheets, Jaehyun feeling your walls closing around him, “Ah fuck! Y/N I’m cumming!” Jaehyun moaned out as he reached his climax feeling it fill your hole.

You both sit there panting trying to catch your breaths still in the same position not able to move, “Y/N, no one is able to have you except me, do you understand? If I see you with any other guy that I don’t like I will kill them,” Jaehyun said holding your neck tightly as he placed a sloppy kiss onto your lips, “I understand Jaehyun.”

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Frender Drabbles: Shut Up and Start Having Fun

Canonically Fry starts learning to play the holophonor because he wants to impress Leela but in a setting where he's gay I figured a possible reason he might start playing it was because he thinks it's cool and clearly likes playing music. That idea spawned this drabble/ficlet and I kinda just ended up having a message I want to say with it because the opportunity to do so was there.

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“We should start a band,” Fry said, turning his head to look at Bender sitting on the couch next to him.

Bender barely paused in his fruitless channel surfacing to reply. “Why?”

“Because I know you like music and stuff and secretly want to be a folk singer.” Though did it still count as a secret when everyone knew now? “And I actually really like music too. I was even in band in high school, it was the only class I got an A in. Though uh… that was only because the teacher said she’d let me pass if I showed up to class but gave up ever trying to play anything.” Which sucked and still hurt sometimes because unlike with other things the teacher had given up on him much quicker than he’d been ready to give up on himself. “So I don’t really know how to play anything. But I’m sure I can learn if given a real chance.” Hopefully anyway. “It’ll be fun.”

“Two people isn’t enough for a band.”

Oh, hmmm… Fry hadn’t considered that. Heck he hadn’t considered this idea much at all, it had just kind of occurred to him so he figured he’d suggest it because it sounded like fun. “Well… I guess so. But it could just start as the two of us and then if we ever feel like it, we could invite more people and become a proper band. We probably won’t make it big or anything but that’s not the point, right? So what do you say pal, want to start a band with me?” He’d probably decline but it didn’t hurt to ask, did it?

After a few seconds of silence, Bender shrugged. “Sure, let’s do. We’re keeping it a secret though, got it?”

“Of course! It’s more fun that way anyway.” That way they could surprise all their friends with it someday.

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Despite Bender advising him against it, the instrument Fry chose to learn was the holophonor solely because it was ‘cool’. Bender couldn’t really judge him for that when he’d chosen to starting learning the guitar a while ago in large part for the aesthetic of it. He wasn’t good at it because he’d never practiced often and had been keeping it a secret for so long but he was better than Fry was with his instrument so that gave him grounds to make fun of Fry during their ‘band practice sessions’. He didn’t take advantage of that right super often though because there was something kind of endearing about watching Fry be so excited about learning to play and trying so hard.

Predictably his progress was slow. And even if he never said anything about it, it wasn’t long before that obviously started to get to him. It was clear in the way his enthusiasm for their practice sessions waned and in the almost sad way he complimented Bender’s growing guitar skills that his slow progress was upsetting him more and more as time went on. Bender wanted to say something to reassure him but… how to even bring it up? … Lucky for him though, he didn’t have to.

“I don’t know if this whole band thing is really working out,” Fry said one afternoon as they settled down in his room to practice together.

“Nonsense,” Bender said as he popped open his guitar case to pull it out and hold in his lap. “It’s working great.” Leaning back in his chair a little, he put on a smile and stummed a happy cord in hopes of pulling Fry out of his dour mood. … It didn’t work.

“For you maybe.” Fry didn’t even open his holophonor case, just held it on his lap as he looked down at the floor between them instead. “You’re getting really good at playing the guitar. I uh… I still suck even after taking proper classes. Maybe you were right and the holophonor’s too hard for me. Maybe I should try to learn something easier even if it is less cool. … Or maybe my band teacher was right and I’ll never be able to play anything well. Because I tried really hard back then too, the hardest I’d ever tried in school, and I still failed.” With heavy sigh, Fry placed the case on the bed beside himself. Before he could get up to leave or say anything else though…

“It doesn’t matter if your good at it.” Bender strummed a random cord as he started tuning the guitar.

“What do you mean? What would be the point of playing if I’m not good and have no hope of ever being good?”

“For fun. If it’s fun and you enjoy it then that’s more than enough reason to keep playing.”

“But I uh… um… huh? I can’t think of an argument against that but there has to be one.”

“There’s not.” Guitar fully tuned now, Bender began playing random notes just because it was in his hands. “Heck, when you proposed this band idea you said that we probably weren’t ever going to get anywhere with it but that that wasn’t the point. You said it would ‘be fun’, remember?”

“Well uh… I guess I did say that, huh? But I thought that… I’d still make progress in learning an instrument.”

“You have. You were a lot worse when we started.”

Fry finally perked up a little. “Really?”

“Yep, you were terrible and now you’re only bad. So stop trying to improve or whatever and just go back to having fun so this whole band practice thing can start being fun again too. You being all mopey and depressed has really been killing the vibes lately.” This was their secret activity that they did together, it was supposed to be a good time and it was a lot less so when Fry was like that so he needed to stop so Bender could fully enjoy it again too.

Fry looked away again. “Well, uh… sorry about ruining it… I guess. Is it really okay for me to keep playing even if I’m bad though?”

“How many times do you want me to say it?” Bender was starting to get annoyed now. “It doesn’t matter if your bad, what matters is that it’s fun so shut up and start having fun already. Or quit if that’s what you really want to do, I don’t care.” He did though and even as dumb as Fry was, the look he gave Bender said he knew that.

“Well… okay then. I’m going to quit trying to get better and instead I’m just going to have fun. Thanks for telling me that, you’re the best.”

“Damn right I’m the best.”

[jawritter]

You and Me..

Chapter 2

***SERIES WARNINGS**** Rape, non-con, male!rape, injury, violence, description of injury caused by rape, nightmares, self-harm, panic attacks, implied female non-con, language, ass hole Jensen, hurt!Jensen, dark fic, smut. If there is anything else I will add it as I go.

***Chapter Warnings*** This chapter is pretty light. Mentions of death of characters parents, Jensen is a little bit of an ass, language, that’s pretty much it. 

Word Count: 2057

Pairing: Jensen Ackles X Reader, Jared x reader, OFC Steve x Reader, OFC Justin x Reader.

A/N: When I originally wrote this chapter I didn’t even know who Steve Carlson was, so the Steve in this story isn’t him lol. Oddly enough I wrote this before I even really knew he was making an album lol. Anyway, all mistakes are mine, please don’t copy my work, Feedback is golden. If you want to be added to the series tag list, or my tag list just let me know! I hope you enjoy this one. After this chapter things tend to start to pick up a little.

Summary: It’s funny how one choice you made can change your whole life. One mistake can alter your course, and set you on a path that forever will haunt you. Two people find themselves getting through one of the hardest trials of Jensen’s life, on just one small promise. You and Me. We’ll get through it together…

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You woke up, much like you do every morning, with the alarm clock going off obnoxiously on your bedside table.  Mornings were never your thing, but the bills weren't going to pay themselves. You rub your face hard, trying to force your eyes to focus, and your body to stay awake even though it was putting up one hell of a fight. It wants sleep, and you so desperately want to give it just that.

Finally, after about 15 minutes you roll yourself over and stand up next to the bed, looking around your messy room. You had just moved back to Austin not all that long ago. You had always lived in Texas in one place or another, but just one family vacation to Austin when you were a teenager and you were in love with the city. So as soon as you graduated high school you wasted no time in putting your application in for the University of Texas.

Much to your surprise, and a few others, you were accepted. You had wanted to major in either writing or music. Everything went great for about the first semester. Your grades were good. You worked nights at a local bar, much like a lot of your classmates,  and spent your days in classes. You had new made friends, and you were finally starting to get your foothold in life. Well, that's what you thought anyway.

At the end of your first semester of college, your mother was diagnosed with stage 4 liver cancer. When your family called you moved back to your home town, dropping everything to be with your family. Your mother and you were very close. There was no way you were going to stay away while she fights this demon that they call cancer.

It was a long fight. Over and over again she defied the odds of the doctors and everyone around her. Still, after a long five-year battle she lost her fight with the disease. Once the funeral was over you knew it was way too late to go back to college. You had taken some online courses though, and gotten your degree in creative writing while you were at home taking care of your mother.

You and your father had never really gotten along, so staying home wasn't going to be an option. With all that in mind, you did the only thing you knew to do. You made the move back to Austin in the same month as your mother's funeral. Your father had over the years fallen into alcoholism. He'd always fought it, but after your mother's death, it only got the best of him. You weren’t going to stick around and watch him destroy himself.

Last year he straightened out a curve on the way home. He never survived the crash. Your brother had him cremated. He didn't even bother calling you, and telling you till it was all over. Your brother wasn't happy about you leaving home. He blamed you for your dad's struggle with the bottle after mom died, but that wasn't your fault. You didn't put a funnel in his mouth and make him drink. No one twisted his arm. He did it all on his own.

For the past three years, you had been renting an apartment in downtown Austin. It was a small, just a studio apartment, but it was all you needed. You had also landed a job at a small recording stupid in Austin. Even though you loved writing, and still did it on the side, you hadn't gotten your break yet. Music was your passion. It was what got you up in the morning, and helped you make it through the day. It was your therapy. Your outlet. Your escape from this shit existence that was your life.

You had slowly worked your way up In the studio. Starting with getting coffee, and cleaning behind the artist that came in to record. It didn't take long for Steve, your boss, to see that you had a good ear for music. He put you helping in the recording booth not long after you started.

Today you were informed that there would be a new local artist coming in to start his recording process and you were put on his beat. They didn't tell you his name, but they did say that you would probably recognize him. Even though he was local, he was famous, but they didn’t tell you who he was in order to keep rumors down the only one who knew who was coming was Steve. They made you swear not to tell anyone that he was recording, telling you that he wanted it to stay a secret until the album was done. That's why he chose a local recording studio instead of some big one in California.

As you walked to the studio this morning your nerves were vibrating. Justin, another sound tech that would be working with you today, greeted you at the door.

"You ready Y/N?" he asked, greeting you with a smile over his shoulder.

"Ready as I'll ever be," you tell him, putting your purse under the counter in the lockbox you all used and turning your phone on silent. No outside noises were ever allowed in the studio.

"Well I hate to put more on us than we already got, but there are two things you need to know before the artist gets here today. First, Jennifer, the girl that normally does the coffee, drinks, and whatever else the artist needs isn't going to be here today, her son has strep. Second, Steve will also be sitting in on today's session," he said, looking at you apologetically. 

You hated working with Steve. He was such a jerk when it came to recording time. He wanted everything done too quickly. Always in a rush to make a deadline instead of taking his time, and getting the best recording.

Jennifer being gone, and two other guys in the sound room with you means that you will most likely be stuck on snake detail for this artist, and whatever bunch of groupies he's bringing with him all day.

"Lovely,” you said with a sarcastic eye roll. Justin continued to look at you apologetically.  

“It's cool, let's just get this started. I'll get the recording room ready. How many are in his party today?" you asked, waiting for the answer that you dreaded the most.

"Only one other guy will be coming with him today from what I understand. Today is gonna be a lot of met and discuss. From what I understand there will be a guest singing on this album too. So it's probably a good thing Steve's gonna be here. If this guy is a prick then Steve can handle him." 

Justin's attitude toward the whole situation cracked you up. Apparently, he was just as excited about this as you were.

You walk into the recording room and begin to sit out beers, whiskey, water, and even start the coffee pot going in the break room. You walk back in the recording room and start sitting out shot glasses and other things when you heard voices coming your way. You look up in time to meet a pair of deep emerald green eyes staring back at you.

Your breath catches in your throat as you look around the room at all the men.

"I'm the only chick, great," you think to yourself, but there was something about the smirk on the man's face standing in front of you with the emerald green eyes that made your stomach do flips with a feeling you've never felt before.

He smiled at you and It nearly knocked you off your feet. Damn, this guy is gorgeous. That's when Steve decided to speak up.

"Y/N, this is Mr. Jensen Ackles, and his friend, Jared. Mr. Ackles has graciously chosen our stupid to record his debut album," Steve says, moving to stand beside Jensen.

You try to keep your jaw from hitting the floor as you take in the two actors standing in front of you. You had been a fan of Supernatural for years.

You nod at the two men. "It's nice to meet," you say, and they both smile back at you. Neither spoke, which you found odd. When you watched the con videos online they seemed so friendly.

"The room is ready, Steve," you tell your boss, then quickly as you can scamper into the sound room with Justin to wait for them to get started. 

You didn't really need to know what all they were doing. You just needed to make sure that whatever they were doing sounded good on tape.

"You alright Y/N?" Justin asks as you sit down in the chair with a huff.

"Yeah, That's Jensen freaking Ackles. I'm going to be working with Jensen freaking Ackles," you say in a state of shock.

"Easy girl, you know celebrities don't like to be fangirled all over," Justin says with a chuckle as he fires up the equipment and computers.

"I'm a professional Justin. I'm not going to fangirl all over anyone," you tell him with an eye roll. 

You watch as the men stand there and talk, pointing to different things. Steve getting Jensen ready to get started.

After a few hours of recording, and some drinks later Jensen, as well as Steve and Jared, had loosened up a little. Jared was in the sound room with you guys watching his best friend work. He was easy to talk to. During a break in recording while you were downloading the song he just recorded into the computer, Jared had been showing you pictures of his kids. He'd been cracking you all up with stories for the past hour.

"See this is Tom, trying to prank his little brother with a whip cream pie," he said, leaning over to you, showing you the video. That's when the two of you heard Jensen’s deep voice boom over the monitors.

"Hey, Steve, tell your girl in there to stop flirting with a married man, and go bring me some fucking coffee."

The whole room turned to look at you. Jensen was still sitting in the recording room with a guitar in his lap, giving you a cold stare through the thick glass. The comment stung. You weren't his damn maid, and you weren't flirting with a married man. Steve gave you an apologetic look. You knew you had to play along. Jensen was paying them a lot of money. So if he wanted you to shine his shoes while he sang you had to do it.

"Right away Mr. Ackles," Steve said, giving you a look that screamed, “I'm sorry.” 

Jared was giving his friend a death glare that Jensen didn’t seem to notice, or at least didn’t care.

"I'm sorry Y/N, he's just been a little on edge lately. That's not normally Jensen," Jared apologizing for his friend as you stand to go get his coffee for him.

"It's fine," was all you can say. 

In truth though, you felt like he'd just ripped your heart out and stomped on it. Not to mention humiliated you in front of your boss and coworker.  You fought back tears as you poured his coffee and entered the recording room.

You handed him his coffee, not even looking at him. He snatched it out of your hand, not even looking at you or saying thank you. You thought you had a crush on this guy. Turns out he's an ass hole like every other celebrity and artist you'd ever meet. Just another cocky dick that thought his shit didn’t stink.

Watching him on Supernatural and Smallville had gotten you through some really hard times in your life. You would have never thought he’d have done anything like he just did to you. You always pictured him as such a nice, genuine guy. Man, were you ever wrong.

You made your way from the recording room to the front where you kept your purse under the counter and shot Steve a text that said you weren’t feeling good, and you had to go home. Which wasn’t totally a lie, because your heart was broken, and you couldn’t stop the wave of tears that were streaming down your face.

You didn’t know why that one man’s opinion had hurt so much. You didn’t know him, and he didn’t know you, but as you fell back through the doors of the apartment you felt like your heart was shattered into a thousand pieces.

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[storybookhall]

The Journey Pt.3- Through Open Eyes

No smut YET just slight fluff. I’m working up to it, i want it to be about more than just the smut. <3

A/n- Today is a LONG one, fitting all of this into one chapter was intense. I wrote in some wlw content to celebrate the LGBT community (which i am a part of (: and proud). So enjoy the 3rd part of this series. Instead of a few from each season i am just going to take bits and pieces and use them.

TW- Strong Language, violence, slight gore.

You shoot straight up panting and sweating heavily, trying to calm down you rub your eyes to adjust to the bright morning sun. You slightly jump at the sight of Daryl sitting in the doorway to your tent. 

“ Did I wake you?” you say sheepishly already knowing the answer

“ I think you could’ve woken the dead.” he slightly chuckles at that, because it's no longer a joke like it was before.

“ I’m so sorry” You feel your face get hot with embarrassment.

“ Ain’t never gotta be sorry, you have been through hell.” he gives you a smile.

You’ve been with this group or the past 2 months, and you seem to have fit right in. Carol teaches you first aid, Shane helps with your gun, Daryl teaches you to shoot your bow, and Carl keeps you on your feet. You get up and stretch, Daryl's attention catching on your stomach as your shirt rides up. 

“ Hey Y/N! We’re going on a run, do you wanna go?” Rick says as he rounds up the others.

“ Hell yeah I do!” you exclaim as you push past Daryl and put on your boots.

Turns out the run was to look for Sophia, or at least some meat to bring back to the base. You, Rick, Shane, and Carl all go and begin walking through the forest. You hush the group as you see a buck in the distance. Taking carls’ hand you walk towards it slowly reaching to pet it. You look down at him and see the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. Then time slowed down, you heard a bang, and was on the ground knocked out. Rick sprints over to you and starts trying to wake you up. You were completely out. A hunter comes running and apologizes as Rick yells at him trying to find out where to get help. He picks you up and runs in the direction the hunter told you. Rick arrives covered in your blood as a woman yells to someone inside. After stabilizing you, you were able to say one thing.

“ Where’s Daryl?” you groggily say looking around the room wincing in pain as you try to move.

As if he read your mind Carl and Daryl came running into the bedroom and Daryl sat next to you. Feeling calmed by his presence you let yourself drift into unconsciousness. 

“ Shane! I need you to pin her legs down, Rick, you get her arms, this isn’t going to be fun for her.” Herschel barks orders at the men and they comply.

As soon as Herschel starts digging out the bullet fragments you jolt awake with a blood curdling scream. Daryl quickly took one of your arms from Rick and held your hand as you continued screaming and sobbing in agony.

“ Fuck!! Please stop, please make it stop!!!” You continue screaming until you lose consciousness.

“ What did you do?! You’re killing her!” Daryl says as his voice shakes.

“ She’s fine, she just went into shock. Good news is, I got one out.” herschel says grimmly

“ and the bad news?” Rick says looking at his concerned face.

“ There’s 5 more pieces and there's no way I'm getting them out without the correct medical supplies.” Herschel looks over at Otis as he clears his throat.

“ There's a high school we could check, they will most likely have what we need. I’ll even take you.” Otis says quickly, stumbling over his words.

“ Let’s fucking go then!” Daryl half yells as he stands up, Rick puts a hand on his chest to stop him.

“ She’s going to need you here when she wakes up.” Rick says sympathetically

“ I’ll go, Rick needs to stay here with Carl.” Shane says as he pats otis as a way of saying ‘let’s go’

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You wake up groggy and hooked up to an IV, you look to your left and see Daryl sleeping in the chair, starting to wake up at the sound of you moving.

“ Hey. You’re awake!” He says trying to hide his excitement and joy.

“ Damn they gave me the good shit.” you say watching the room spin. This gained a laugh out of Daryl.

The next few days the rest of the group showed up to the farm. Daryl never left your side, which you didn’t mind at all. Rick starts watching Daryl while he is around you, and one day when Daryl finally fell asleep he snuck in.

“ That boy loves you… you know that?” Rick whispers nodding towards Daryl asleep in the chair beside me.

You felt your face getting hot, there’s no way. Although the thought of it made you smile thinking about the Daryl Dixon loving you. You shook your head and let a little giggle slip out looking back at rick.

“ You think so?” you say almost smiling too wide to be real.

Rick just smiles and nods as he leaves the room. Today you got a lot of visitors, your family at this point. As people came in and out quietly, Daryl slept in the chair. You look over to him and feel something you haven’t felt in a long time… Love. You continue staring and watching him sleep when the sound of someone clearing their throat brought you back. Carol stands in the doorway smiling.

“He’s finally sleeping, he deserves it” Carol says looking over to him.

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You take sharp breaths as you walk back and forth in your room as Daryl holds your arm and shoulder helping you along. He has been such a help in getting up and walking again. It’s been about 2 weeks and you’re basically good as new, besides a little pain in your side. You and Daryl have gotten so much closer over the past few weeks, there’s chemistry there neither of you know what to do with. So after a few more days you are back to walking around and helping around the farm. 

“ Hey you?!” you say as Glenn comes up to you basically sweating buckets.

“ There’s walkers in the barn, Herschel keeps them.” he blurts out, not able to keep it to himself any longer.

You inform Rick and begin to devise a plan, this is dangerous and has to be dealt with. After days of back and forth you end up talking to Herschel. Shane loses his cool and busts down the door to the barn. Carol, Daryl, and you all stand with guns drawn. After you thought you cleared the barn you heard another faint growling. Out walks Sofia, you run to Carol and just drop to the ground as you hold her while she cries. The noise attracted a herd that everyone is unaware of. Until night when Shane and Rick were out in the forest and Carl followed them. Carl and Rick saw the herd from across the field and came sprinting back as you duck behind the barn and grip your knife.

“ It’s time to be brave Y/N” You whisper to yourself and brace for the hardest fight of my life…

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Daryl’s perspective

“ We need to go right now” Rick yells to you as you look for Y/N.

“ There’s no fucking way I’m leaving without Y/N” you yell as anxiety swells in your body. 

“ Daryl you need to come on, we don’t have the ammo!” You hear carol bark the command at you as you keep shooting the walkers.

All of a sudden you feel a hand grip your arm tightly and pull you backwards towards your bike. You finally give in and run to your bike as everyone drives off. Looking over your shoulder you see the place you once almost called home, go up in flames. As you sit by the fire all you can think about is y/n and where she is. Praying what you taught her will keep her alive until you’re able to see her again. 

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                              Your perspective

“ They left us… They fucking left us” you hear Andrea as she stabs a walker in the head.

“ They needed to, there was no way of knowing that we got out” you say, shuffling over to her and kicking rocks.

Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months as you do all you can to survive. Andrea got extremely sick and taking care of her was nearly impossible. She passes out while walking to your next location and you try to pick her up, but you could barely carry yourself. So you lie down next to her, and listen to the woods. Crunching leaves gains your attention, you groggily point your weapon and see a woman walk up to you with 2 walkers behind her. She helps you and picks up andrea. She is a very quiet woman but teaches you to use a sword, you teach her the different plants daddy taught you about. Almost a year after losing Daryl and the others, you give up hope. 

After a particularly hard day of work you come “home” to see Michonne had left to gather more food. Walking in Andrea sees you covered in blood and grabs a rag. The blood has soaked your shirt so she lifts it off to clean your stomach. You shudder at her touch, she notices the goosebumps prickle your arms.

“ It’s a little cold..” you say, trying not to be obvious about your thoughts of her.

“ Mhm.. Okay.” she snickered and smiled at you as you looked to the floor sheepishly.

She drops to her knees and motions for you to unbutton your shorts, so you did. She washes your legs of all the blood and mud and makes her way back up to your face. Cleaning off the rag you stand there in just your bra and underwear sinking into yourself to hide your embarrassment. She uses the rag to wipe the dirt off your face and looks into your eyes for a moment.

“ There’s the pretty girl I know.” she says, smiling and memorizing all the details of your face.

You feel a sudden urge and don’t know what came over you but you just cup her face in your hands and pull her into a kiss. Quickly stopping and taking a step back, shocked at yourself.

“ I’m so sorry… I… I don’t know what that was..” you stammer, not even being able to look her in the face.

“ I do” she replied matter-of-factly and walked towards you pulling you into her hard.

You pull apart and start laughing together. Sitting on the floor looking at each other.

“ Who says you need college to experiment.” she laughs and scoots over to you and lays her head on you.

“ You're giving me the college experience right here.” You say laughing and shaking your head.

“ Loneliness is really getting to us I guess.” she gets up walking to start making dinner

“ Well loneliness can keep getting to us for tonight can’t it?” you shyly ask walking up behind her.

That night you and Andrea were tangled up together for hours, holding each other closer than you've ever been. Listening to her heartbeat as she plays with your hair. Drifting off to the best sleep you've gotten in a long time. 

You wake up to Andrea coughing wildly and barely breathing. Michonne walks over to get you up and fill you in on what needs to happen.

“ We need to go find her medicine, she won’t survive much more of this.” Michonne says looking over at Andrea.

“ Okay we can head out in an hour. I’ll pack.” you reply turning towards your bags.

That was that, as soon as you were packed you started walking. Andrea at a slow pace and needing to sit every few yards. You start to worry about if she will survive or not. You hear a loud crash and start heading to the scene. As you Arrive you see men walking and sit Andrea down next to a bush, Michonne joins you and starts to grab her sword as a voice booms behind you. That voice, that fucking voice, you stare forward trying to calm yourself.

“ ah ah ah, easy does it girl. Mines a whole lot bigger than yours, now, put down your weapons.” Merle orders 

Michonne slowly obeys looking over to you and Andrea, you place all your weapons on the ground in front of you looking to Michonne slightly frantic.

“ That’s it nice and easy. Let me see your hands. Now spin around. That’s it, nice little twirl around.” Merle says watching your every move.

You begin to turn knowing as soon as he sees your face he’ll recognize you. Scared shitless you slowly face him.

“ Oh, holy shit.” Merle says as you make eye contact.

A walker begins to walk up behind him and you get slightly scared at the fact that he isn't killing it.

“ y/n. Damn. You look… good.” he says as he whips around and kills the walker.

You watch him as he turns around, a disgusting smile on his face.

“ Now, how’s about a hug for your old pal Merle?” He says, staring at you with his arms open.

“ Fuck you” you spat the words at him, wanting nothing more than to slap him right then and there. 

“ Now don’t be so hateful, we’re bringing you home.” He smirks at you.

After a slightly long drive, you arrive at this beautiful community with high walls and armed guards. It looks like a real neighborhood, kids playing outside, parents chatting and enjoying the weather. You almost forget that this monster is holding you hostage for a moment. You tear up thinking back to the first time you met Daryl and how he had saved you from his brother. You hop out of the car and look around.

“ Welcome to woodbury, I hope you find your stay here enjoyable.” a man says brightly lifting his arms to gesture to the beautiful place you were at.

“ I’m not staying, I’m getting a good night's sleep and leaving as soon as I can” you snap back to him.

“ Well alright, that’s your choice. Just know that you are more than welcome to stay for as long as you want.” he calmly replies to your outburst, throwing you off guard.

“ Who the hell are you anyways?!” you question as you look him up and down.

“ Well I have many names, but you can call me… The governor” he says with a smile. A smile that looked off in so many ways.

“ Now, Merle will bring you to your rooms. If you need anything, and I mean anything, just ask and if we are able to we will provide.

Andrea and Michonne decided to stay in the same room. You walk around after placing your bags in your room. Andrea seems to warm up to the place quickly. An hour goes by and it starts to get dark, the governor walks up and brings you to dinner. Then Andrea and Michonne walk you home as you talk.

“ Meet us tomorrow for breakfast?” Andrea yells to you as she begins walking away.

“ Of course.” You reply closing your door.

You strip your sweat soaked clothes and hop in the shower. A real shower. You haven’t had one of these in what seems like years. As the water covers you in bliss you hear the front door open. “Probably just Michonne or Andrea coming to get something from my bag” you think to yourself. You scrub your body and enjoy the feeling of clean hair and skin. Once you’re done you hop out of the shower and dry off, changing into the clean clothes they provided. You never heard the door shut again, which is strange. Not as if you were actually paying attention while you were enjoying the warm water. You walk back into your room to head to bed. As soon as the bathroom door shuts you hear a gun cock behind you, and you freeze in place.

“ It’s playtime little girl” you hear Merle say with malice and ill will in his voice.

A/N- Sorry this part was so long, i had a LOT to fit in this part to set it up for Pt. 4. What do you think is going to happen? I’d love to hear what you think of this series so far. And don’t forget that I post every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday 3pm EST. Stay safe and healthy. <3

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[t-lostinworlds]

Subverting Expectations (Shawn Mendes)

A/N: Am I being extra with the title? Maybe haha. Anyhow, here’s a quick birthday blurb I wrote that may suck since I really wrote this in a few hours (yay me *gives self a cookie* aslkalska) Hope you enjoy!

AND HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY TO YOU SHAWN! ILY 

Summary: Shawn expected his birthday to not be as happy since you couldn’t make it, but it was his birthday, of course there was a surprise.

Warnings: Fluff and typos.

Word Count: 2.2k+

Masterlist in Bio

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"Come on man, lighten up, it's your big day. I'm sure she has a good reason why she can't make it." Brian tried his hardest to comfort the birthday boy, but much to no avail, Shawn didn't even bother to move a muscle. He was all bundled up in his bed on the bus, a deep frown etched on his face as he stared blankly at the conversation shown on his phone.

They were on their way to New York at this hour to celebrate his 21st birthday, but Shawn couldn't find his excitement anymore as he re-read the two text messages his girlfriend of 2 years, sent him just last night and one this morning.

iMessage from Y/N: Hey bub, I am really really reallllyyy sorry to tell you this over text but I don't think I can make it to New York :(( Something came up with work and I can't say no unless I want to jeopardize my job. I feel soo awful right now but I will make it up to you in due time, I promise. I love you with all my heart my wonderful rockstar. Happy birthday. xx

iMessage from Y/N: Hey baby, my boss just said it's a no phone event so I won't have access with my phone the whole day. I really am so so sorry Shawn :// I will make it up angel I promise. I love you loads x

Shawn had been so thrilled for months on end leading up to this day, not only because he was turning into the big twenty-one but he was finally going to see her after months of being away. But now, even that plan has flunked and he wasn't sure when he was going to see her, if it was sooner or later.

The young man's hopes were definitely crushed with those simple text messages, and he doesn't even have the energy to get up anymore. Sure it may sound a bit too extra, but he just misses her so damn much and he was looking forward to celebrating this special day with the love of his life.

"Bro, don't make me drag your ass out of bed." Brian's voice echoed around the space again, followed by a loud thump as a pillow was thrown right at Shawn's face, making him drop his phone on the floor.

"Seriously dude?" The curly boy reached for the device with a groan as he shot his friend a death glare, to which Brian only shrugged. "We're almost there, get up or I'll be throwing something less soft than a pillow."

"Okay fine. Jeez, I didn't ask you to become my dad all of the sudden." Shawn grumbled, sitting up fully with a deep sigh as he ran a hand through his unruly hair.

"Don't worry, I'm sure she sends all her love to you dude. And she would want you to have as much as you can; it's your big day." Brian gave his friend a reassuring smile, trying his best not to say anything or else Y/N would definitely kill him for good this time.

"Yeah, I know. I just really wish she was here."

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"Does he suspect anything?"

"Not a single clue. Idiot has been moping around the whole day." Connor chuckled as he helped you with your bag, loading it in the car as quick and as low key as you can, making sure both of you will go unnoticed.

Connor's alibi of buying more film not raising any suspicion in Shawn's mind, and you were thankful.

You couldn't help but feel bad a little though, knowing that he was probably so gutted when he found out you couldn't make it, or at least that's what you made him think.

What you told him wasn't entirely a lie, but you've managed to charm your way out of the situation, thankful that your boss was an understanding person. You owe that woman a lot.

Though the last text was totally made up, since you can't find the courage to lie to him more when he calls you, and knowing your man, you best believe he's going to blow up your phone.

Besides, he is turning 21 after all, a little surprise won't hurt.

"And none of you has managed to slip something up this time?" You raised an eyebrow at your companion, Connor scoffing in response as he placed a palm flat on his chest, feigning offense.

"Are you doubting our ability to keep secrets Y/N?" The young boy teased, to which you only roll your eyes. "Oh please, I haven't forgotten Amsterdam." You stated, still remembering how both him and Brian managed to slip that you weren't missing Shawn's first show after all.

"Touché."

"Come on, party starts in a few hours and I need to get ready." You laughed as you nudged Connor to get in the car, the boy nodding with a chuckle of his own as he slid in the backseat.

This was going to be a fun party.

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You went straight to the back once you got to the venue, keeping your head down low as you met with Jake who stood just beside the cake that sat at the table.

"Hey there kiddo." The big man chuckled as he brought you in for a hug, you returning the gesture with a bright smile of your own, casting your eyes at the cake once the two of you pulled away.

"Is it heavy?" You asked, wondering if you would be able to carry it with ease without it toppling over. It was a cute cake to say the least – a simple three tiered cake with the colors of blue, pink and purple in swirls, sort of like a galaxy with the tour flowers littered everywhere along with musical notes, and of course, with a guitar right up top – and you definitely don't want it to end up on the floor.

Jake only gave you a knowing nod as he gave the cake a once over. "It's nothing you can't handle."

You flashed him a genuine and grateful smile. "Thank you so much Jake. Are we set?"

"Yup, you should hear Brian yell in just about a few minutes."

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Meanwhile, Shawn was across the room from where you were hiding, constantly checking his phone to see if you had responded to any of his texts, also while trying to keep up with the conversation with his friends.

Shawn had a smile on his lips while he talked, going around and thanking each person for coming and for greeting him happy birthday, but that smile never did once reach his ears for the whole duration of the party.

He was being a Debbie Downer at his own birthday bash but he just can't help it. He hasn't spoken to you the whole day and he was worrying himself sick just thinking about where you are and if you were okay.

It was maybe the hundredth time he's checked his phone when Brian pulled it straight out of his hands.

"Dude what the fuck?" If looks could kill, Brian would've been straight up dead as Shawn glared at his friend, nowhere near pleased with what he did.

"Relax man and enjoy your party! You're being so grumpy right now and you're ruining the mood." The ginger boy joked, punching Shawn's arm playfully with a loud laugh.

Shawn sighed, a hand threading through his curls as he thought about how awful it might have looked, that he was mopping around when a lot of people went their way to celebrate his birthday with him. "Fine, I'm sorry. Just give me my phone back."

Brian did so as he handed the 21-year-old his phone, giving his arm a comforting squeeze as he said. "Just enjoy your night man and besides... It's cake time!" The boy yelled the last part at the top of his lungs, making sure that his voice was heard through the loud thumping music.

Everyone cheered at Brian's announcement, the DJ quick to transition the tune to the usual happy birthday song as the crowd sang along. "Happy birthday to you..."

People started to slowly make way for the cake at it slowly approaching the birthday boy, the crowd singing with bright smiles as the sparklers on the cake glowed high and bright, just enough to hide who was actually carrying it.

Shawn smiled, waving his finger in the air as if he was conducting an orchestra as he was relishing his moment, giving his friends and family thankful glances, heart filled with nothing but love and gratitude from them.

"Happy Birthday dear Shawwwn, happy birthday to you!"

A series of applause was heard soon after, Shawn laying his eyes back on the cake as the sparkler started to die down, but before it could fully go out, Jake came into view, taking the caking away from the holder's hand.

And when Shawn finally saw who it was, he felt his whole world halt, full stop.

"What? Did you really think I'd miss your big day?" You giggled, tilting your head to the side as you opened your arms wide. Shawn stood frozen in his spot for a split second, glancing at Brian who shoved two thumbs up in the air before casted his eyes back on you, a mixture of shock, and confusion followed by pure joy flashing on Shawn's face as his brain finally registered what's in front of him. And that was when he ran – like really ran – into your arms as he buried his face right on the crook of your neck.

“You’re so sneaky. I hate you but I love you.” The boy whispered against your skin, his voice soft and gentle but with a little hint of annoyance that you couldn’t help but giggle.

A chorus of Aww's filled the air as Shawn held onto you as tight as he can, scared that if he lets you go, you might disappear before his eyes. Your heart was melting at the seams as you rubbed his back comfortingly, the more so when you heard a soft sob escape his lips.

"Oh baby, are you crying?" You pulled away slightly with a pout, hands going to cup his face to get a better look at him and sure enough, your boy stared right back at you with glossy eyes, bottom lip quivering as he lets out tiny sniffles.

"I just miss you so much." He croaked, resting his forehead against yours as he grips at your waist, the look in his eyes enough to make your tear up a little, an adoring smile on your lips as you pulled him down for a sweet and loving kiss, both of you sighing in a combination of pure relief and content to finally be this close again.

The howls and cheers from the people around you made the two of you pull away with wide grins, a giggle heard from you as wiped away the tear the ran down his cheek with your thumb before your finger got lost in the mesh of his curls and oh how you've missed that feeling. "I miss you too Shawn, happy birthday bubba."

Shawn's never left your side after that. He was somewhat attached to your hip as the two of you went around to room to great new and old friends. Him introducing you to some people with that proud smile on his face and that made your heart grow ten times its normal size.

It was an hour later and a few drinks more when you can tell that he was close to being fully drunk as he can’t seem to keep his hands to himself anymore. Always leaving kisses on sensitive spots and trailing his hand too far down your back as you sat on his lap right on the couch.

"Can we go back to the hotel now please? I just wanna love on you." Shawn whispered in your ear, a pout on his lips as he looked up at you with those pleading eyes.

You couldn't help but giggle at your boy, shaking your head in the process as you boop his nose. "You can't ditch your own party you dork." Shawn shot you a wink, bottom lip now caught between his teeth as he chuckled deeply. "Watch me."

A hearty laugh filled the air as you  threw your head back, his offer sounding tempting but you can't just steal him from his own party now can you? "Okay how about I make you a deal: you be a good boy for the rest of the night, enjoy your party, have the greatest fun and in return, I'll be your good girl after hours."

Before Shawn could even get a word out, you dipped your head lower, placing a soft kiss just behind his ear as you whispered, "Plus, I have one more surprise for you later tonight too." You felt Shawn shudder a little under you, hopeful and now blown out eyes looking at you expectantly, a growl like chuckle rumbling in his chest.

"Oh really now? Then it's a done deal miss."

And throughout the rest of night, the birthday boy had the widest smile the world could have ever had the pleasure of seeing, so grateful to be surrounded by so much love and so happy to have you by his side to celebrate this special day that would for sure be a night to remember.

The more so when it was finally left to only you and him back at the hotel, alone and in love with all the time in the universe.

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[svnthxsense]

Genre/Rating: Fluff/smut ; M

Warnings: Fem reader, cursing, light choking, slight corruption (?), slight praise, oral, tiny bit of slow burn

Word Count: 9.8k i’m sorry

Author’s Note: I got very carried away... Anyways, Happy Mark Day! This oneshot is a standalone in my Neo Tech High School series and is loosely based off of the first verse & chorus of Shot Clock by Ella Mai. Please send in any feedback! Also, my apologies if the Keep Reading function doesn’t work on mobile but I can’t do much about it T-T

It was mid-March when news broke in your school that a tier-1 athlete had transferred in. Everyone was swarming with curiosity all for a certain Mark Lee. Most of the gossip came from the guys, who bantered about his stats as a starting point-guard and argued about whether or not he’d make a good addition to the school’s beloved team. The girls, of course, were looking forward to a fresh face on campus. You couldn’t help but be curious, too.

After a week of anticipation, people were stunned to see the actual image of the mysterious basketball player. He was attractive at the absolute least. Then there was something that neither you nor your peers expected: he was the shyest, most awkward boy you had met in a while. How was it that the star basketball player who was always in the spotlight happened to be socially awkward?

You were surprised to discover that you two had a lot of classes together, and you’d be lying if you said you never stared. It didn’t help that he always came into math class with basketball shorts and a tank top on, his skin lightly glistening with sweat even after his brief post-gym shower. His hair was tousled, yet he managed to make it work like no other. It was a sight that made your mouth water and your mind fill with less-than decent thoughts.

It was only halfway through his first week of school when Mark had gotten called into the principal's office in the middle of third period. And then you were called in- not even five minutes after.

“Good morning, Principal Yoon,” You greeted her politely, taking the only other seat left in the room right next to Mark. You felt his eyes on you but decided against looking back at the nerve-wracked boy. Every time you saw him, you seemed to have a new fantasy about things you’d love to do to him. Was it wrong to fantasize about what his hands could do other than dribble a basketball?

“Good morning, Y/N.” She sat down in her leather office chair, scooting along until she found a comfortable position. Her tone was firm yet extremely polite. Most principals were intimidating and loathed by students, while Principal Yoon was approachable and kind. The students of Neo Tech adored her and her methods of running the school.

“Good morning, Mark. I’m sure you’re both wondering why I called you in, and I can assure you that it’s nothing of concern.” She held a manila colored folder in one hand before opening it and examining the paper in front of her. The both of you sat a bit uneasily, wondering what could’ve possibly landed you in this predicament. 

“Mr. Lee, your basketball skills are outstanding.” Immediately, Mark began rambling about his appreciation for her comment until her voice interrupted him. “Yes, well, the reason I called you both in has to do with that actually… You see, Mark, your last school was a bit behind in comparison to our curriculum here, and without the proper grades you won’t be able to be an active team member.”

Mark could’ve sworn he heard his heart drop. The whole reason he transferred to your school was that his tier-1 team was becoming mediocre at best. In order to stay on track with his plan of obtaining an athletic scholarship, he needed to choose the best of the best. And that’s what led him to your school, which currently holds the number one spot in the nation amongst all the tier-1 teams.

“That’s why I’ve brought Y/N in as well. It was brought to my attention that you two share more than half your classes together, and I’m well aware of how advanced she is in all subjects. So, to put it frankly, I’m going to suggest that you two become acquaintances. Of course, the final decision would be up to Y/N, but I’m hoping that both of you might benefit from this opportunity.”

Mark couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed about how Principal Yoon pressed the issue. It was bad enough that his old school had a less advanced curriculum; and to make matters worse, his tutor just had to be the prettiest girl he’s seen. The way you dressed, especially, drove him crazy. Your sheer black tights underneath your plaid skirt, with your skin-tight, off-the-shoulder top that exposed your collarbones. He gulped at the very thought of what was underneath those clothes. How was he supposed to focus when he wanted to study his tutor more than the material?

“I would be happy to help,” You answered, mindlessly sneaking a glance at the boy next to you. His gaze seemed to be set on the ground, looking at anything but you. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to add ‘tutor’ to my resume.”

Principal Yoon smiled in response, setting the folder down on her desk before gently lifting her glasses off her face. She was pretty young to be a principal, couldn’t be a day over thirty. It was one of the things that made her so approachable, she seemed to sympathize with the lives of students because she was in their place not too long ago.

“Well, then it’s settled.”

You strained yourself trying to hide the smirk forming on your face, finally allowing yourself to steal a look at the golden boy once again. He seemed flustered, as per usual, and still didn’t dare to look you in the eye. He seemed so innocent, yet so ready to be corrupted. The excitement bubbled deep within your stomach at the thought of how much time you’d really need to spend with him in order to get him caught up. And boy did you hope you had extra time for other activities.

Without a word, you rose from your seat to offer a ‘goodbye’ to your principal and sauntered out of her office. Mark fumbled to get up, hurriedly saying goodbye to Principal Yoon before he rushed after you. At the sound of his footsteps, you couldn’t help but grin to yourself. This will be fun.

“Hey, Y/N?”

You hummed in response, then turned on your heel to face him. He was breathing a little raggedly, but you knew it was from nerves because there was no way someone as athletic as him would be out-of-breath from a short jog. 

“I- I was wondering when you’d be available…” He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, trying his hardest to sound anything but stupid. You waited for him to go on as he stared back at you but quickly caught himself. “Y’know, for the tutoring.”

Your smile almost made his breath hitch but he ignored the pounding on his chest and found the courage to keep eye contact with you. He regretted it as soon as it happened because he damn-near whimpered at the beauty in front of him. Your lips, a faint rose color, were glossy and plump. He imagined how they’d feel pressed against his, and against other body parts alike.

“How about we do an evaluation of sorts at the library this afternoon? This way I can see how behind you are and how much time I’d need to get you in shape. I wouldn’t want you missing the opening game.” You winked, and Mark found himself gulping down nothing in another attempt to calm himself.

“Y-Yeah, that sounds good,” He replied and waited for you two walk away first because he couldn’t quite will his feet to move.

The end of the day seemed to have come much too quickly for Mark’s liking. Of course, he was itching at the chance to get to know you, but even he knew his nervous habits. The last thing he wanted to do was embarrass himself in the midst of his first impression.

Mark made his way to the library like you had told him to, and he easily found you at one of the tables towards the back of the room. You had books laid out in front of you, with worksheets accompanying them.

“Hey, so I was thinking we could start by evaluating your trig skills and then get into some science. Does that sound good?” It felt like an eternity before you finally looked up to find him sitting directly across from you at the table. He nodded softly as you pushed over the first worksheet. While he diligently started scribbling across the paper, you had nothing to do other than watch him. You picked up on a few things in a short amount of time: math seemed to frustrate him. When faced with a particularly difficult problem, he would huff in annoyance. Nonetheless, he would complete it before moving onto the next one with a scrunched-up nose. It was incredibly cute and you couldn’t help the smile that found its way to your lips.

“Okay, I think I’m done.” He pushed the paper back to you before bringing his hands down into his lap, nervously toying with his fingers. He then brought his bottom lip in between his teeth, chewing delicately. You tried not to react, instead turning your attention to analyze his answers. Did he know what he was doing to you? After looking through all the questions, you tsked.

“Your trig teacher must’ve sucked.” You adjusted your sitting position so that the paper would be visible to the both of you. “For number four, you need to use the quadratic formula- which is X equals negative B plus or minus the square root of B squared minus 4 times A times C. Then you divide the whole thing by 2 times A.”

Mark tried to keep up with you as you explained, but his mind was way too focused on how good you looked while concentrating. On top of that, math was never his strong suit. He had always struggled since the moment variables were introduced into his lessons. Memorizing the quadratic formula was all too difficult when the explanation was coming from that pretty mouth of yours, he thought.

“B…? Wait where is the X comin-”

“Mark.” You interrupted, trying to the best of your ability to keep the smile creeping up on you at bay. The way his name rolled off your tongue so naturally enticed him. “I can already tell that you’re about two months behind with the trig curriculum. That alone will take me at least two weeks to catch you up on, and that’s if we meet practically every day.”

“I-I’m sorry,” Mark answers weakly, his eyes retreating down to the desk below him. Immediately, your demeanor softens at his vulnerability. “I know this probably isn’t how you’d like to spend your free time. I’ll find another way to catch up, I’m sure-”

“Hey. I said it would be a lot of work, I didn’t say I don’t want to tutor you. Luckily for you, I’m pretty much free this semester anyway. Now, the issue is if you are willing to put in the work.”

Oh, was he willing.

[two days later]

“So, after school at the cafe?” You ask, grabbing your books from your locker and securing them in one arm. The tutoring sessions would have to be extremely consistent to make any noticeable progress before the school’s opening games. They were a big deal within Neo Tech’s school community, and the pressure was on to see how the new point guard would compare to all the hype.

“Yeah, if that’s fine with you,” He murmurs before eyeing the small stack of books and papers cradled in your arm. Naturally, he feels the need to take that burden off your hands. After all, you would be the reason he even gets to play this season. Without you, it’s unlikely he would’ve caught up in time to make a good impression on Neo Tech and other schools alike. “Let me carry your books for you.”

“You don’t have to,” You insist, moving slightly so the books are a bit more out of reach. Mark pouts in response, leaning forward again in another attempt to grab the materials. He succeeds this time, his hand slipping around the stack and drawing them away from you. “Persistent, huh?”

“Guess you could say that.” He chuckles, wrapping the books in his arm just as you had done. This is the only plan he thought of to spend time with you outside of a studying environment, but he hopes you don’t notice these intentions. “We have class together anyway.”

“And where are your books?” You raise on eyebrow questioningly, beginning to walk with him beside you. History was never your favorite class, but you stayed on top of the work anyway. It was easier, you realized very early on, to get the work out of the way so you’d have more time for studying and other extracurricular activities.

“I leave them in my desk.” He shrugs, looking over to see you smiling widely. The baby pink color that takes over the apples of his cheeks is extremely obvious, but you don’t comment on it. Seeing Mark flustered is cute, you determined as soon as you had met him.

As the two of you walk through the large doorway of your history classroom, bubbly conversation fills the air. Your teacher, Miss Han, sits perched on her desk patiently. She was a nice lady, but it didn’t change the universal distaste for history among your class.

“Well, uh- I guess I’ll see you at the cafe.” Mark sets your books down on your usual desk quickly, scurrying to find his seat among some of the other basketball players that had this period with him. You recognize one of them as Hendery, a friendly acquaintance due to all the classes you two shared last year.

“I see you, Mark.” Hendery’s eyebrows raise in a teasing matter, shoulder bumping the boy next to him. Mark stares back at him, confused as to what he meant. “You carrying Y/N’s books.”

The explanation causes Mark’s blush to reappear, the heat becoming warmer and warmer upon his flesh. Hendery is one of the only guys on the team that he’s fairly close with, yet he still didn’t feel ready to tell him about his little crush.

“It was nothing, really. She’s tutoring me and I thought- why not?” He tries desperately to make his response seem nonchalant, but the act he puts on is no match for his flushed cheeks. Hendery, with one brow raised, eyes Mark’s cheeks. “Okay, maybe I think she’s kinda cute.”

“Bullshit! You like her!” He accuses in a whisper-shout type of voice. Mark groans in response, softly hitting his shoulder with a closed fist. A cackle leaves Hendery’s lips, his hand coming up to muffle the sound. “Dude, just ask her out! You’d be a very lucky guy.”

“I can’t just ask her out!” It comes out as a high-pitched shriek. “It’s not that simple. I mean, it is that simple. But what if she says no? Then I’ll have to deal with rejection and seeing her every day for our study sessions and-”

“Mark, you’re way too worried. Do you want me to talk to her? Find out some dirt? We had a few classes together last year-”

“N-No! That’s too obvious!” His voice sounds so exasperated by now, Hendery is afraid he’ll pass out. Talking with his hands is a nervous habit that happens when he’s rambling, and right now is no exception. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do, dude.”

“Better hurry before someone else beats you to it.” At this, Mark’s head snaps in Hendery’s direction. Before he can even formulate a proper response, Miss Han clears her throat and silence falls upon the whole classroom. Throughout the lesson, though, Hendery’s words echo in Mark’s head. What did he mean by that?

“One iced americano and one green tea please.” Mark pulls out his wallet before you have time to protest, and by the time your mouth opens to say something, his receipt is already printed. You didn’t expect him to order for you when he asked what you liked from this shop. Oblivious, he turns to you and stops in his tracks when he sees your surprised expression. “Huh?”

“You didn’t have to pay for me.” Your voice is firm but you’re grinning over at him, ignoring the way your whole body feels warm because of his display of generosity. Buying drinks shouldn’t be such a big deal, you remind yourself. “I owe you a lot now- carrying my books and now coffee.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He shrugs, before examining the shop to find the best seats. He decides on the small table in the corner, shuffling towards the spot silently. Your brows furrow at his response, hoping for something a bit more engaging in terms of conversation but realizing that Mark wasn’t quite good at conversing in general. At least, around you, he didn’t seem to be.

The cafe became a regular stop before your tutoring sessions, the two of you eventually decide that the library was a better spot for studying. So, almost every day after school, you two would rush over there to pick up your usual orders before racing back to the library. Most of the private rooms filled up after dismissal, so you two always made it a point to manage your time efficiently. Coffee runs and then studying- that was your routine.

You had hoped to test the waters with some flirting, but your efforts seemed to go unnoticed. And when they didn’t, Mark would be a nervous wreck in response. You wondered if you should try your luck outside of your study sessions, but you didn’t have many opportunities since he sat nowhere near you during your shared classes. Study sessions and coffee runs seemed to be your only options.

On numerous occasion, Mark would slip his wallet out and pay for your coffee without a second thought. These events would result in a whole lot of whining on your part, always arguing that you should treat him once in a while too. He liked the idea of spoiling you, he wanted to say, though the invisible filter that was stuck in his throat never allowed him such a luxury.

Plus, the look on your face was equally as cute as your whines. Although you tried to be angry, the lopsided grin that always appeared made Mark’s stomach do flips. How was it possible to be that effortlessly pretty? It would take the nation’s top philosopher, Mark thought, to figure that one out.

“Mark!” You call, jogging over to his locker where he stands, putting his books away. He focuses on not being a clumsy mess then looks over at you, spending extra time admiring your all-black outfit: leggings and a v-neck. He forces his eyes not to travel south of your face, instead putting on a small smile. “I was wondering where you think we should study? The library is gonna be closed for a staff meeting today.”

Without thinking anything through, Mark immediately answers with, “Actually, my parents are out of town this week. We can study at mine if you want.”

Fuck. His eyes widen at his own words as soon as they come out. You can’t help but be surprised too, but your shock quickly turns into something much less decent. At this point, you’re dying to get your hands on him. You know that if you two have your study-session today, you’ll jump his bones the minute his hand so much as grazes yours.

“Oh, okay. Cool. So I’ll meet you after 8th,” You conclude with your voice sounding like pure honey to Mark. As you turn and walk away, Mark is unsurprisingly staring at your figure in those damn leggings. He wonders how much thought you put into your outfit, if you’re wearing it on purpose to torture him. He shakes the thoughts out of his head when he feels excitement course through his veins and towards the southern region of his body. No way is he going to get a boner now. Demanding his attention elsewhere, he rips his eyes away from you and tries to think of anything but how good your ass looks.

P.E. was always Mark’s favorite class. For most of his life, his Phys. Ed teachers had consistently been carefree and maybe a bit lazy. Their go-to lesson plan comprised of a few laps around the gym and then free-choice sports. Most of the girls opted for volleyball and badminton while almost every single boy could be found on the basketball court in the midst of a friendly scrimmage. Today is no different from the rest of those times.

Mark enjoys the friendly competition but easily leads his team to a win. He has gym with some of the other guys on Neo Tech’s basketball team, and it was easy to see how well he’d fit in with the pace of the other guys. At his old school, it always felt like he was being held back. He had to slow down his plays and examine the court thoroughly before he was able to make a proper judgment of his next move. With the Neo boys, everything seemed to come naturally.

He was able to gauge each player’s strengths and weaknesses fairly quickly too. For example, Hendery was a great shooter under pressure. When he gets boxed in by other defenders, that’s when his shooting is the most precise. So with that in mind, Mark always looks for Hendery when he notices that the opposing team’s defense is particularly aggressive that day. His judgments haven’t failed him thus far, with today’s scrimmage resulting in another win that should go down in the books.

Basketball was something that came easily to Mark his whole life. Talking to girls though? Not as much. He excelled on the court, took the lead and kept a risky attitude with unexpected plays and passes. He fits in well with Neo Tech’s strategy and game style. Plus, the guys on the Neo Tech basketball team were quick to befriend him and make him feel right at home. That is, of course, until he overhears one of his teammates, Lucas, talking to another teammate in the locker room as he begins to pack up his stuff after their particularly long scrimmage.

“Bro, are you really gonna shoot your shot with Y/N?” The other one- Xiaojun, he thinks- asks the taller boy. Lucas shrugs a little, folding his gym clothes neatly before placing the pile back in his locker. He’s not wearing a shirt, and Mark can’t hide the feeling of insecurity that seeps into his veins. Mark’s never been as built as that, but he never thought much of it until now.

“I mean, probably. She usually comes to our games, right?” He looks back at Xiaojun, eyebrows raised. The boy nods back slowly, a look of uncertainty on his face. “She’s so hot, especially in that one skirt she always wears.”

Mark’s jaw tenses and his whole body becomes rigid before he can calm himself down. He knows, in his mind, that he doesn’t technically have a right to feel possessive. He hasn’t made a move, so who was he to stop Lucas’s plans? This thought doesn’t stop him, however, from feeling the sudden urge to punch Lucas in his pretty face. It annoys him that all Lucas has to say about you is ‘She’s hot.’ To Mark, you were so much more. 

He loves the way you insist on helping him and accept nothing less than 100% effort on work. He loves how you smile proudly at him when he finishes his worksheets with no errors, how you blush every time he pays for your coffee before a study session, how you always find a way to get something done if you commit to it, how you genuinely care about how his day went when no one else seems to ask. You’re more to him than a nice body in a short skirt. Much, much more.

Hendery notices his tense shoulders and pensive facial expression, quickly grabbing the shirt that was draped over his shoulder and sending a soft wack to Mark’s back. This seems to do the trick, his face softening when he realizes it was Hendery who hit him.

“Ignore them,” Hendery orders, folding the shirt in his hands and placing it back in his locker. He’s friends with both Lucas and Mark, but he can tell how much Mark likes you. Lucas’s crush would pass with time, it was a never-ending cycle with that one. “Lucas isn’t her type, trust me. And if you’re so worried, make your move.”

This time, Mark realizes that Hendery is all too right. He needs to do something-anything, before it’s too late.

Yet again, the end of the day comes too quickly for Mark to process. He blankly shuffles out of the lab room and is taken by surprise when he sees you leaning against the wall opposite the doorway. You push yourself off the wall when you spot him, and take into account how good he looks when he’s out of it. It makes you wonder how he’ll look when he’s all fucked out and-

“Ready?” Mark interrupts your thoughts. Instead of saying anything, because you don’t trust your voice at this point, you simply nod and begin pacing your walk so you’ll be shoulder-to-shoulder. Your shoulder brushes against his occasionally, but neither of you shows any sign of being bothered by it.

The car ride is full of thick tension and utter silence aside from the soft hum of the radio. Mark’s grip on the wheel is tighter than he’s used to but he can’t help it. He can feel your eyes on him, his skin beginning to warm underneath his usual basketball shorts and a loose tee. You study him shamelessly: the veins of his arms that bulge occasionally when he shifts the wheel one way and the other, his habit of biting his lower lip when the car in front of him drives too slow, and the simple things like the contour of his jawline.

He pulls into a driveway and you aren’t surprised by how lavish his house is. His mother and father are both high-ups in some big company, as Mark had put it. They take business trips often but still find time for their beloved son, while his older brother is away at the number one university in the country. One might ask why Mark needs an athletic scholarship if his parents have so much money. He thinks of it more as a pride thing. His father, before becoming a businessman, was also on an athletic scholarship for soccer. His older brother has one for baseball while he studies Marketing and International Finance. Sports scholarships were almost like a family heirloom for the Lee’s, along with a business degree.

He jumps out of his seat, closing the door behind him before rushing to the passenger side to open the door for you. Under normal circumstances, you might’ve blushed. But with Mark, you know you have to be the confident one between the both of you. No matter how flustered his smiles make you and how weak in the knees his deep voice makes you, you force yourself to put on a bold front.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” Mark snorts as he leads you through the foyer to the carpet-clad staircase. Humble was one way to put it. The whole interior has a simple, all-white color scheme. Upholstered leather loveseats were positioned neatly down the halls, with minimalistic tables to match. You let yourself take in your surroundings as both of you walk through the maze of his house towards what you presume will be his bedroom. Your guess is right; he stops in front of a white-painted wooden door and opens it just a bit to peek inside and make sure nothing was out of place. He breathes a sigh of relief that he decided to move anything remotely embarrassing to his walk-in closet as soon as he started his new school. Opening the door wider so that you could enter, you step in hesitantly and watch a little too intently at Mark closing the door firmly behind him.

His room is somehow exactly how you pictured it; a light blue color paints the walls. His full-sized bed leans against one wall, with posters of his favorite movies hovering above the headboard.

“Shit, I just realized that my desk-” You glance behind you, seeing his computer which took up most of the space that the desk had to offer and the somewhat large gaming chair that was tucked comfortably underneath said desk. Almost thanking fate for throwing this curveball in your favor, you just smile reassuringly at him.

“It’s fine, Mark. We can study on your bed.” Mark’s eyes widen suddenly and you realize that you probably gave him too much to process at once. “Or the floor, that’s fine too.”

“N-No! I mean- whatever’s more comfortable,” He manages to stutter out. Mentally, Mark would have said something spicy just to see you blush. However, in reality, Mark just couldn’t muster up the courage to openly flirt like that. His lack of confidence had posed many obstacles for him over the years. It seemed the one place he was truly confident was on the court.

“Well, it’s your room so I’ll sit wherever you sit.”

He nods once before setting his backpack at the foot of the bed and jumping back onto the soft mattress. Scooting up towards the headboard, he waits for you to do the same. You ignore the excitement that bubbles knowing his eyes are on you, and take a seat next to him with your bag still in hand.

“So uh- what are we gonna start with today?” Mark tries so hard not to seem phased by having a girl like you in his bed, but his patience is wearing thin and he can only blame himself. Maybe if he just made a move…

“We always start with trig.” You furrow your brows in confusion because it’s become a set routine already. Trig was always first because that was the subject he was most behind in. English was obviously not a problem for him and in terms of science, he was just behind with lab work that he could complete in school. “Then, we brush up on some science. I don’t really think you need it, though. You’re almost caught up with your lab work.”

“Oh, yeah. Right, of course.” He has to physically focus on not rambling or he’d be a mess all over. Of course, you know this by now. And while his shy and awkward demeanor is definitely adorable, it also makes you hesitate to try anything with him. After all, what are the chances of the shy boy in front of you gripping you up only to have his way with you?

Mark begins working on the sheets you give him almost as soon as you hand them over, eager to complete the work and somehow finesse his way into spending more time with you. He was being dumb, Hendery would continuously tell him. He should just go for it, because with a tutor ‘as hot as Y/N,’ why wouldn’t he? His lack of confidence makes him want to pull his hair from the roots, but he resists the urge and silently completes the worksheets. He double-checks all of his work carefully so that no time will be wasted in going over stupid mistakes. With a sigh of relief, Mark hands the papers over to you and looks up at you nervously. You always look so stoic when analyzing his answers, it intimidates him yet also lights a spark of excitement at the same time.

“Well done. There were no errors, just make sure you remember to show your work because the question requires-”

“Y/N?” Your name slips out of his mouth before he realizes it. You fall silent, eyes lifting to meet his dark brown ones. “Um… Can we maybe t-take the day off? I think I’d rather be doing almost anything other than trig right now.”

You don’t expect this question, because he’s never asked for a break. It was always about him being up to date with the curriculum so he’d be able to be part of the starting five. What you also don’t expect is for his eyes to flicker, very briefly, to the exposed skin of your upper body. There’s only a bit of cleavage showing, and a peek of your collarbones visible from certain angles. Suddenly, you realize that the time for making a move is now. And you can’t pass up the opportunity.

“What did you have in mind?” Your voice dripping like honey in the air. Slowly, you push the papers and books away from you and they hit the carpeted floor with a light thud. Mark gulps, finding his mouth dry when his mind goes blank with what to say next. Come on, Mark. Keep it together.

Instead of saying anything that might ruin the moment, he simply mimics you and pushes the books off his lap and onto the floor. When he turns back to face you, he’s met with your challenging gaze and he can’t help himself as he leans towards you without any doubt in his mind.

Your noses brush against each other, his face so close that you could feel every minty breath he lets out. You know what’s about to happen, and you no longer have the patience to delay it any further. Mark’s hesitant ways, while sweet and gentlemanly, drive you to the brink of insanity. And so, with a deep breath, your hand lifts to pull his face to yours. Your lips softly press to his, letting him process the fact that you’re actually kissing him before you grow impatient. Feverishly, you move your mouth against his. Mark swears he’s in heaven when he slowly opens his mouth a bit wider and your tongue automatically swipes against his. He’s been waiting for this moment- to feel your lips against his, to taste you in more ways than one. He needs it all, right now.

“Y/N,” He separates from you to breathe out your name. You practically bite back a moan, humming in response while his hands grab your waist. You expect him to say something, but he just kisses you again with more confidence than before. As he slowly leans back against the headboard, you follow him absentmindedly, simply chasing the heat of his lips against yours. You’re straddling him now, his hands moving to grip your ass cheeks with greed. The force makes you roll your hips in response, grinding down onto him unintentionally which makes Mark’s breath hitch.

You experiment, repeating the movement and pulling away from him only to see his reaction. His eyes are focused on the movements of your hips above his, concentration straining his face. After flipping your hair to one side, you continue your slow torture and lean down to kiss the spot below his ear. With his hands firmly clasping around your hips, you suck at his supple skin and lick over the spot when you’re done. By now, his breathing is a little heavy and uneven as his erection pressed against your clothed core. You feel him against you, his basketball shorts doing little to conceal his excitement.

“You’re driving me crazy,” He whispers as he drops his head to the crook of your neck, his breath tickling you slightly. You relish in knowing that the feeling is mutual. With every huffed-out breath, every soft kiss on your skin, you only become more reassured that you want this- and it makes it all the more worth it knowing that he wants this too.

You break the kiss to rid yourself of your t-shirt, the material on your warm body frustrating you a bit more than you’d like to admit. As you meet his eyes again- they’re filled with a hunger that causes your stomach to clench and arousal to pool within the confines of your panties- you can’t help the absolute urgency you feel to make him putty in your hands. So instead of kissing him again, you play with the hem of his loose tee, letting your hands graze over the skin of his abdomen. He hesitates, remembering the locker room fiasco with Lucas and suddenly he feels that insecurity itching at his skin again. He isn’t extremely built, his athletic body on the more slender side, but you don’t mind at all. 

From his demeanor, you can already deduce what’s bothering him. You press a sweet kiss to his lips, almost silently telling him that you liked him just as he is. A kilowatt smile lights up his face, and your cool hands against his heated skin make him grab at the material to discard it himself. He stares up at you, waiting for your next move because quite frankly, he likes you in control.

“These too,” You order, pointing at his basketball shorts. Mark is quick to shimmy them off of his body, leaving only his boxers to conceal the length of his cock from your eyesight, though the bulge is very much prominent. You debate whether or not to fuck him then and there, but decide that having him writhing from your mouth alone would satisfy you more.

With a quick motion, you bring your lips down to the skin above the waistband of his boxers. He twitches slightly at the contact, and then feels your nails gently rake against his sides. He’s much too sensitive to your touch, and it almost scares him. How could you have so much power over him? Maybe it’s the way your plump lips push against his skin so confidently, how your eyes find his without a second thought. He envies your confidence, but he also finds it unbelievably addicting to have such control taken away from him.

Mark isn’t a virgin. But he also isn’t very experienced. His past sexual encounters were vanilla, with him hesitantly taking control because his girlfriends always expected such. His first time was awkward at best, his hips didn’t quite know how to fluidly move nor did his tongue know how to expertly flick against hers. He did get a bit better as time went on, or so he likes to think. But he feels so foreign to sex with you.

It might be because you seem so opposite of him- in terms of how easily everything comes to you. However, he doesn’t find it in him to assume anything about your sex life, because he doesn’t particularly care. He ignores any thoughts of how many guys you’ve been with or if they’d be better than him, because as your hands slowly pull his boxers down, he’s content with knowing all you’re thinking about is him, at this moment.

You hum pleasantly at the sight of his length free from its confines, a small bead of precum ready to drip from the head. Much to your surprise, your mouth salivates on its own at the sight. You stroke him twice in your small hand, before your spit comes down on the side of his dick. He watches you in awe as you slide him into your mouth without hesitation, your tongue running along the underside of his length. A guttural groan emits from the awestruck boy before he can stop himself, much to his dismay. It would make you grin if your mouth wasn’t preoccupied.

You begin to slowly, tentatively bob your head up and down on him as your hand twists up to meet your mouth. You look at him expectantly for his response, and it doesn’t disappoint. His hands fly to your head, fingertips smoothing over your scalp while he sucks in a harsh breath. His mouth drops open soon after, the warm and slick tunnel of your mouth proving to be quite the pleaser. 

He feels nervous under your stare once again, but he certainly can’t look away from the sight before him. With your plump, infamously glossy lips wrapped around the tip of his dick and your tongue sliding obscenely over the slit. He wants to memorize every detail of the picture painted for him, so he stares at you and forces himself not to look away. He sees everything: the way you blink slowly as you take him further into your mouth, the way you search his face for reassurance that you’re making him feel good, the way you twist your wrist in an almost tortuous way that feels so, so good.

“Fuck, I need to feel you.” He gently, regretfully pulls your head away from his crotch. Your mouth detaches from his cock with a quiet popping sound, a string of spit connecting his dick to your bottom lip. Your mouth is tinted red and a little swollen, a bit of spit still left on the side of your mouth. Even so, Mark still thinks you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. 

He decides that, eventually, he’ll ask you out. The turn of events today is unexpected and definitely not what he had in mind, but he’s in too deep to put a stop to it now. He wonders if he fucked up his chances by going along with this, if you’d reject him because of the irony of him asking you out after he’s had his way with you. He swallows the nervous feeling that is rooted deep in his chest and stems out to the entirety of his body, pushes it aside to deal with later.

You undress quicker than Mark can process his thoughts, and for the first time since you’ve met him, your confidence wavers. Confidence was always something that came and went for you- the brave front you had put on didn’t quite prepare you for feeling Mark’s hungry eyes all over every inch of your body.

“Y/N- you’re so beautiful.” He motions you to get on top of him again, and you comply shyly. He kisses your lips once, then your cheek, then your neck, then your shoulder. All until you’re smiling so wide that you feel a pinch of pain in your cheeks. Mark Lee definitely owns your heart, no point in denial any more.

“W-Would you want to uh- ride me?” He stutters out clumsily, his hands finding purchase at his sides. This is why he likes that you take control. For one, it’s sexy as hell. For another, it gives him less room to be the nervous mess that he usually is. 

At his question, your demeanor changes from a slightly nervous girl feeling so bare underneath his gaze to something even you didn’t know you had in you. You can feel your arousal as you slowly move closer to him, your thighs on either side of his. His boxers are still hanging just below his knees and he hurriedly kicks them off all the way.

“Condom?” You ask, eyes searching around his bedside but to no avail. Mark fumbles a bit, keeping one hand around your waist securely while the other rummages through the bottom drawer of his nightstand. After finally locating the box of condoms his mom insisted on giving him during freshman year, he pulls the foil packaging into sight. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly his hands make work to slide it securely over his length, but his desire is clouding his judgment more than he expected.

“You’re sure you’re okay with this?” His voice is a bit breathless as he carefully tucks some of your hair behind your ear. The action makes your face warm and quite possibly your heart. But you don’t admit that. Instead, you nod curtly before pressing a reassuring kiss to his lips. Without skipping a beat, you take hold of his cock and align it at your entrance. You run the head back and forth between your folds, but realize you’re only putting yourself through further cruelty with every second that passes with no relief to the throbbing of your core.

So without warning, you sink down on him at a painfully slow pace. Your slick folds welcome the stretch of his girth, the very feeling of him making you shiver with sensitivity. Mark looks down to where his dick is being swallowed by your core, finding it harder and harder to hold on to his sanity as you sink further down on him. You let out a soft, delicate moan when you feel him fill you up completely, and Mark swears he could cum just from hearing those angelic sounds. He then decides, if you two do this again, he’ll fuck you into his mattress until you’re crumbling at the seams because of him.

“Shit,” He mutters under his breath when you start bouncing on top of him. The sound of skin slapping against skin proves to be quite the soundtrack as you desperately grip his shoulders. You bite your lip in an attempt to muffle the screams of pleasure just aching to come out. Your moans come out in whimpers when Mark uses his thumb to draw figure 8’s on your clit. He’s biting his bottom lip, his facial muscles strained between a fucked-out state and a concentrated one.

“Such a good boy,” You muse lightly without even thinking. Your voice mumbling such praise causes Mark to gulp, and he’s strangely even more turned on. Then again, you’d been awakening emotions and sensations that Mark hasn’t quite felt before, didn’t even know were possible. On your side, you’ve never tried much dirty talk during sex, but for Mark, you were willing to try. You can tell he likes it by the way his grip on your hips tightens and his breathing becomes heavier. And so, as he pants and groans softly next to your ear, your pace turns merciless. You bounce on him with an unrelenting pace and he knows you won’t stop until he cums, hard.

“Oh fuck. Oh shit.” Profanities spill from his mouth, his eyes screwing shut intently at how good the friction between your folds was. He forces himself to continue rubbing circles into your clit, albeit a bit sloppy, but circles nonetheless. You’re only more motivated by his lewd sounds, feeling your walls clench even tighter around his throbbing cock. The sensation causes an idea to form in your head, and you decide that his reaction will be the most satisfying part.

“Feels so good. Are you close?” Innocence laces your voice as you grab his hand and guide it to one of your breasts. Watching as he instinctively grabs it greedily in his palm, you notice how hot his fingers look wrapped around your flesh which only fuels your idea. Mark nods eagerly at your question, his breathy pants coming out shorter, more frequent, and sinful enough to make your head spin.

Abruptly, you begin rolling your hips against him rather than bouncing, causing him to look up at you. Then, you grab his hand again and bring it to your throat, making him wrap his fingers around the width of your neck slowly. Mark’s mouth drops open a second time this afternoon, feeling his hand tenderly squeeze around your neck. Your breathing becomes a bit restricted, but not enough to cause any discomfort. The force only makes your eyes roll back, while Mark turns to putty underneath you. After a few seconds, he releases his hold and brings his hand down to knead your ass, whispering something about how good you feel. Despite his seeming increase of confidence, all that Mark is thinking about is the power trip he got from choking you. Holy fuck, did that really happen?

“Gonna cum now, baby?” You force the question out when you feel him begin to pulse inside of you, leaning down to suck on the skin where his shoulder and neck meet and then licking your way up to just below his ear. Gently and carefully, you take his earlobe between your teeth and pull away slowly. Mark, by now, is a writhing mess underneath you. He can no longer contain his sounds nor his desperation to climax, bucking his hips up to meet yours. The combination of his thumb running over your clit repeatedly and his dick hitting just the right spot has a white-hot pleasure burning through your entire body. “Mmph- Mark!”

“Fuck! I’m g- gonna cum,” He yelps when he hears you moan his name, his thumb’s movement over your clit becoming rougher, sloppier by the second. He gives up on trying to thrust up into you, instead letting you ride him with an almost animalistic nature. His face scrunches up, a choked groan falling from his open mouth as he feels his climax course through his entire body. His seed fills up the condom, the sensation of release so utterly euphoric that Mark isn’t sure if he’s ever felt this good. Your pace on his dick slows before coming to a complete stop, breathing heavily and feeling so out of it even without an orgasm.

“Lay down, beautiful,” He rasps out, moving from his position and running his hand along your thigh delicately. His half-lidded eyes meet yours before you obey his command, positioning yourself in the middle of the bed with your head resting comfortably on one of the pillows. Mark hovers over you, pressing affectionate kisses all over your upper body before traveling lower. 

“I’ve never done this before,” Mark admits shyly, sucking on the skin of your inner thigh before repeating the action to the other one. As he licks a stripe up from your dripping core to your clit, you feel a shiver run all the way up your body. Noticing your reaction, he sucks your clit into his mouth and rolls his tongue over the sensitive bud. Your drawn out moan tells him he’s doing something right, so he continues to flick his tongue over the bundle of nerves while he looks up to see your face.

“Shit! More, p- please.” Your pleads leave his ears red and his mouth watering, his tongue moving to slide between your folds with a soft moan. The vibration combined with his tongue darting in and out of you languidly makes you see stars at this point. “Oh my god- are you sure you haven’t done this before?”

He chuckles lightly, seeing your brows furrow in concentration as he forces his tongue to fuck your core faster and faster. One of his hands comes down to rub over your clit, your juices creating a squelching noise every time his tongue moved inside of you. Mark swears he’s never felt more proud when your hand comes down to grip at his hair, pushing his face further into you just as your thighs clench around his head.

“You’re so wet,” Mark praises before going back to thrusting his tongue between your folds. The taste makes him hum, vibration spreading through your lower region and making you whimper in satisfaction. Mark’s a quick learner, you see, when he continues to hum and groan into your pussy as his finger circles your clit consistently. “Cum, baby.”

You give in to his command, letting yourself fall apart at the seams underneath his mouth. Your pussy throbs around his tongue as you ride out your orgasm, a moan caught in your throat as your mouth hangs open in an ‘O.’ Mark happily laps up your juices, diligently downing every last drop before collapsing on the mattress next to you.

“Wow,” He remarks in awe, peering at you through the corner of his eyes. You’re still trying to catch your breath, but you laugh lightheartedly anyway as you turn your body to face him. A few pieces of hair cling to your forehead, and he delicately pushes them away from your face before caressing the curve of your jaw.

“The game’s coming up,” You comment, your hand toying with the one that wasn’t touching your face. The game was so important to him, you couldn’t think of anything else you’d rather talk about in this moment. “Aren’t you excited?”

“Well, yeah of course. A little anxious, but I think that’s normal before a big game.” Basketball might be the one thing he could talk about without a nervous bone in his body. No stuttering, no confusion, just speaking his mind. “Do you like basketball?”

You nod in response, giggling at the face he makes that’s somewhere between surprised and overjoyed. Basketball was something you enjoyed watching and analyzing, especially since it was such a big thing for the students of Neo Tech. Most schools prided themselves on their football team, but not Neo. Basketball had always been like gold.

“What do you think of our starting five? Maybe you can tell me something I haven’t picked up on.”

“Hmm,” You start, fully prepared for the rant that’s about to happen. “Xiaojun is a pretty amazing shooting guard, he almost always knocks down shots whether he’s open or not. Ten can’t be matched when it comes to being a small forward. He’s quick as hell, and I see him use that to his advantage a lot when he’s trying to get open. Hendery- where do I even start? He’s so versatile when it comes to shooting, perimeter shots and jump shots- it doesn’t matter, he can make them all. And his defense skills are crazy, he’s fearless even up against bigger guys. I mean, I guess that’s normal among power forwards but-”

Mark zones out a bit as he prepares for you to talk about Lucas. What were you going to say? Would your eyes light up when talking about him? Would you gush about how good he was? He hopes not, especially not after what just happened.

“Lucas is a good choice for center. He’s tall, so it makes sense that he’s the best at rebounds. His shooting ability is fairly decent, but he needs work on his passing in my opinion.” He’s surprised to see that you keep your comments completely analytical, not even blinking an eye as you continue your commentary. If Mark liked you a lot before, hearing you talk about basketball has him on the verge of calling out for cupid.

“And you-” Mark’s ears twitch, his attention completely and utterly focused on you. Had you seen videos of him playing at his old school? He dreads the thought, knowing that he wasn’t playing to his full potential back then. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to see this Friday.”

“Is it too early to say ‘marry me?’“ He jokes, and both of you laugh. Secretly, though, you wish he had been more direct from the beginning. Seeing him with his newfound confidence is even more attractive than seeing him flustered. You wonder what today will bring of your relationship, but decide to wait and bring it up after his big game. He needs a clear head, and so do you if you want to see him perform to the best of his abilities on game night.

[game night]

You aren’t disappointed in the least bit, savoring every minute of the game and concentrating on how good Mark is. His position was always point guard, and now you understand why. He has a certain talent, it’s not technical. Sure, he’s a great shooter and he’s ruthless with defense. But more importantly, he facilitates the team in a way that makes all of the players better. He plays using their strengths, knowing exactly who to look for in any given situation rather than making himself the star.

He leads the team flawlessly, and you’re sure everyone feels it too. The momentum the five boys build up in the first half is too strong for the other team to compete with. By the time half-time is up, it’s clear that Neo Tech will come out on top. There’s a certain feeling lingering in the air as the coach switches out Ten and Hendery for Yangyang and Jungwoo. No matter what the coach does, who switches out, the outcome is secured.

Despite how certain victory is, it doesn’t stop everyone holding their breath as the shot clock winds down to its final seconds and Mark steps back to launch the ball into the air. Everyone is still as the ball seems to move in slow motion, a loud swoosh sound echoing throughout the gym seconds before the final buzzer blares, indicating the end of the game. The crowd is immediately on their feet and cheering, high-fiving and fist-bumping all around.

You’re sitting in the first few rows, so it’s easy to run out onto the court. The school’s sports reporters, Chenle and Jisung, are already holding the microphone towards Mark to record a post-game interview for tomorrow’s newsreel. They only get to ask a few questions, though, before Mark’s eyes are on you.

A bright, proud smile graces your face and Mark is sure he wants to see that same smile every day of his life. You’re standing a few feet away, facing him and the rest of the boys on the team. This reminds him of Lucas’s conversation in the locker room, and he knows that now is no time to be shy.

So, he answers one final question before brushing off the two boys and turning towards you. His walk is confident now, as if he’s done this millions of times before. Now, he stands with you toe-to-toe and he lets his arms wrap around your waist slowly.

If it’s even humanly possible, you push your body closer to his and drape your forearm over his shoulder. His eyes stare directly into yours, the shy boy long gone and replaced with the same courageous Mark that was on the court tonight.

“How’d I do?” He whispers as he leans his forehead against yours, his breath tickling your nose. Everyone on the team is watching, but it doesn’t bother either of you. Instead of answering, you grasp his jaw and press your lips against his. It doesn’t take long for him to respond, his mouth moving against yours slowly and affectionately. You pull away after a few moments, still beaming up at him.

“I guess you finally got together, huh?” Hendery smirks from his spot on the bench beside the two of you, and Mark laughs quietly. Though, Hendery’s statement reminds him that he never did ask you out. His brow quirks upwards when he meets your eyes, the silent question spelled out right in front of you.

“Yeah, we did.” Your answer is what he’s been dying to hear since the moment you walked into Principal Yoon’s office, and it feels even better knowing that he isn’t daydreaming this time. This is real, you returning his feelings- it’s all real. And Mark couldn’t be happier.

“I told you she liked Mark!” Xiaojun throws a victorious, high pitched scream at Lucas as they walk towards the locker room.

[duker42]

So I didn’t anticipate it being so long, but it was a good idea!!!! 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️

*****WARNING*****NSFW

💜Happenstance💜

Y/N sighed internally as she listened to the smooth cadence of his voice as the professor continued his lecture about 13th Century poets and the modern English language. She could probably listen to him talk about bowel movements and she would be just as captivated.

Glancing around the classroom, she knew that she wasn’t the only one. Professor Ackerman’s classes were always heavily weighed down with females, for a good reason. The younger professor was extremely attractive, but Y/N tried her hardest to keep her expression from reflecting the dreamy eyes of the girls around her.

When the class was over, he reminded everyone about the writing prompt he had assigned and dismissed them. Getting up, Y/N frowned at all the trash that was being left behind as the other girls rushed to the front to ask Levi about different things, most of them nonsense, just for the opportunity to get a little closer to the man.

Y/N stayed behind, not for that purpose, but because she was gathering all the empty Starbucks cups and wrappers they had left behind to help him. She knew that Mr. Ackerman preferred to keep the room clean, not really liking for them to eat or drink in his class, but the relaxed atmosphere of college prevented him from really banning it.

Levi looked up from the sea of annoying brats trying to get his attention to admire the one that always caught his eye without even trying. Y/N was the prime example of how to really pique his interest. She never asked for office hours unless she really needed further information or wasn’t sure she understood. She diligently turned in fantastic papers that exhibited her talent with the written word and she always helped him pick up after those brats that made messes. Even though he had not once seen her eat in his class or drink anything other than water.

He sighed and tried to focus on what the girl in front of him was talking about. That lack of a sign was what held him back from asking her out. They were both adults and the semester was soon coming to an end. He would miss what he secretly regarded as his favorite student in his lecture hall.

~~~~~

“Remind me again why I agreed to do this?” Y/N asked as she held her cell phone to her ear.

“Because you need to have a social life! You can’t possibly get laid if you are always stuck in your apartment, in class or at work.” Her best friends annoying comment came through the ear piece.

There were days she really wanted to strangle Nanaba for creating that damned dating profile. Ever since she and Mike had found each other, she was determined to settle all her friends in relationships. Y/N had given in just to shut her up, much to Mike’s amusement.

“Okay, I sent him a message saying you were at the bar. He should be there soon!” The excitement in her friends voice made Y/N cringe. Unless he had black hair and glacial ashen eyes, she wasn’t really interested.

She hung up and looked around. The restaurant was decent thank goodness, not a typical college bar where the frats and sororities like to hang out. This was more refined. She put her phone away in her clutch and took a sip of her bourbon.

She knew she looked nice as the surrounding men’s eyes stopped on her figure more than once. She was in a little black dress, perfectly molded to her skin accentuating her curves. Modestly cut but still flattering the neckline wasn’t too daring but gave a glimpse of her chest. Pared with light make up and loose curls, she knew that the effect was appealing.

“You must be Y/N.” The voice next to her made her turn to look and she barely caught herself before her eyes widened. The man who had come to meet her was no where near his profile description or picture.

He was greasy and unkept. The type that she imagined sitting in his mom’s basement yelling for her to make Hot Pockets while he blasted his conspiracy theories across the internet. His rumpled and stained clothes gave off a lightly musty smell and his crude eyes were running up and down her like he was eyeing a steak.

“No, I’m sorry, you must be mistaken.” She lied smoothly, hoping that he would buy it. She hadn’t allowed Nanaba to put her picture on the site, just settling for a description of her features. There were many woman that looked similar.

“I’m pretty sure it’s you.” He continued, settling a sweaty palm on her arm. “Why don’t we sit down for dinner, unless you’d rather skip to dessert.”

Y/N tried not to gag as he suggestively moved his eyebrows.

“You have the wrong person, I’m here with someone.” She said, desperately looking around for someone, anyone who could save her. “He had just gone to the bathroom.”

“I think you’re lying.” His longer fingernails started to dig into her skin as his voice took on a darker tone. He wasn’t believing her lies and she sensed it was about the get ugly. She looked at the bartender, willing him to look her way to help.

“Hey babe, sorry it took me so long. Line for the pisser. Who’s your friend?” Warm lips caressed her cheek as a hand wrapped around her bare arm possessively. That voice.

Y/N looked up into Levi’s amused eyes as he glanced at her. From this distance, she could see his granite eyes harden as they turned to the man she was trying to shake off.

“You are?” His bored tone dismissed him, and the scowl on his face kept the failed date from commenting further as he removed his hand and slunk away.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Ackerman.” Y/N breathed as the man walked out of sight. Her body sagged slightly against his as she sighted in relief.

“What the hell were you doing with that piece of shit?” He asked as he motioned the bartender over and ordered himself and her another drink.

Y/N bashfully explained her situation, and watched as he shot her a look of amusement.

“You did all this so your friend would get off your back? Just tell them to piss off.” He mused, sipping his own drink and relaxing. He had been angry when he saw the ridged posture she had with that shit bag had his hand on her.

“Well, it’s not like I’m seeing anyone. And the one that I want doesn’t know I exist, so I figured why the hell not?” The extra bourbon had loosened her tongue slightly. She was by no means drunk, just more chatty than she would have been.

“Is he a fucking idiot?” Levi asked. Who the hell wouldn’t line up for an opportunity to be in a relationship with Y/N. His heart had started pounding when she told him that she was single. It seemed like everything was aligning for him tonight. He was glad he hadn’t decided to stay home.

She glanced at him with a wry smile, like he missed the joke. “No, he’s very smart. But too many others are after him, so I just pick up their trash.”

His gut clenched as her words registered. Grey eyes flashed hot as he watched her eyes turn coy. He gulped down the rest of his drink and motioned the bartender. “Check.”

~~~~~

The moment they stepped out into the crisp air of the night, Levi had grabbed her head and pulled her into a hot kiss. His tongue saying what his words failed to form.

Now he struggled to get the damned key in the fucking hole as he continued to fuse his mouth to hers greedily. He sent up a small prayer of thanks as the deadbolt finally was accessed and unlocked, throwing the door to his house open.

The two block walk from the bar to his house had been torture. Her taste still on his lips and her fragrance floating around him left him hard and aching. It was difficult to walk normally when his cock was pressing insistently against his zipper.

When they got in the door, he kicked it closed and picked Y/N up, throwing her over his shoulder as he could now race to his bedroom without looking like a kidnapper. Her squeal of surprise shot to his core, making him imagine that same sound coming from her as he made her cum all over him.

He restrained himself from running his hand up her thighs as he held her in place, sprinting up the stairs to the master suite. When he finally got to the bed, he tossed her down gently and looked at her intently.

“Say no now, Y/N.” His eyes were filled with lust as he raked them over her spread out on his bed.

She stood up and unzipped the back of her dress in response, slipped her slender shoulders out of the straps and letting it pool at her feet. His mouth went dry at the sight of her. No bra, her breasts were bare and high, nipples perking in the exposed air. Her lacy black panties covered her but were sinfully erotic in their low placement on her hips.

Levi began to rip at his own clothes, neatness be damned, throwing them away from his body as he removed them. When he was finally down to his boxers, he moved over to her, pressing his chest against hers and groaning at the feel of her skin.

“Fuck.....I’ve wanted you for so damn long.” He murmured, trailing his hands up her arms before encircling her and running down the expanse of her back. His lips were right beneath her ear and he let them wander down her neck as he pressed his arousal against her stomach.

“Nnnnghhhh.” Y/N moaned as she closed her eyes at feeling of his own hard back muscles under her fingers. “I wanted you too. So hard to think sometimes in class.”

Levi grinned as he led her down onto the bed. Nice to know she wasn’t as unaffected as she appeared. When she was centered on his bed, he pulled back and looked at her lying beneath him.

Flushed from their kisses and the alcohol, she was smooth skin and trembling limbs. He reached over to his nightstand and pulled a foiled packet from the drawer. He didn’t use them much, but how could he advise safe sex if he didn’t practice it himself.

Y/N’s eyes flashed and Levi reassured her. “It’s been a long time Y/N. Since my last relationship.”

At his words, she reached for him again. This time, running her fingers along the stiff length begging for release from his boxers. He shuddered as she traced him, the low murmur of approval from Y/N not lost in his haze of desire.

He reached for her panties, sliding them down her smooth thighs and flinging them over his shoulder, letting her legs rest on them as his eyes hungrily devoured the sight of her pink lips spreads open and glistening from excitement.

A single finger trailed down from her hip to her entrance, and he growled as he found her slick with desire. Shoving his boxers down, he kicked them off as her own eyes ran over his endowment.

He ripped the foil open and started rolling it on when her own hand took over and he bit his lip to keep from groaning with pleasure and the feel of her hand on his bare cock at it’s base. She pumped him a few times, enjoying the feel of him throbbing in her hand, as he lurched back over her.

He brought her thighs around his waist as he hovered over her, his eyes seeking approval one last time.

“Oh God, fuck me, Levi!” Y/N gasped, arching up to meet him as he drove himself into her.

They both moaned loudly. He started to move, wrapping his arms around her back, grinding deep into her core as his hips snapped forward. Her legs locked around him, keeping him from pulling out to far and he smirked as she was just as undone as he was at the sensations coursing through her.

Loud gasps and grunts echoed around the room as he set a fast pace, eager to thrust sharply into her body as she raked her nails down his back, leaving a trail of fire in her wake.

The short, hard drives into her tight walls was twisting the knife of pleasure in his gut. Tensing for that final burst of bliss as he strove to make sure she found satisfaction as well. Her hips were moving in sync with his, meeting his every move as she undulated against him. Her thighs tightened as he lowered his lips to hers again, feeling the beginning tremor of her orgasm build up around him. Pushing harder, he scooped his hips and hit that perfect angle as she shattered around him. Her walls tightened like a vice, making his jaw tighten as he grunted into their kiss.

Her own wail was sent down his throat as she cried out his name, her juices pouring out of her as she shook with the white hot intensity of her pleasure. He felt himself get closer, as she milked him deeper into her body. Giving in to the demands of his body, he drove himself into her one last time, the hardest thrust yet and stilled, his cock pulsing as he released into the condom.

In the quiet of the room, their heavy breathing mingled as he rolled to the side, pulling out of her gently. Getting up, he removed the condom as he walked into the bathroom and disposed of it. Wetting a rag, he brought it back and ignored her protests as he washed her off. Sliding back into bed beside her, he tugged her to him and let the afterglow wash over him.

Y/N sat in amazement. Her professor not only wanted her, but had just given her a mind blowing orgasm. She smiled into his chest, snuggling against his still hot skin. They came together by happenstance, but she was glad that Nanaba had convinced her to go out tonight.

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Russian Roulette II - JOHN SHELBY X READER *SMUT*

words: 2212 

warnings: EXPLICIT SMUT, oral sex, dom/sub relationship, punishment  

there’s the part two and the last one. this was the first time i wrote smut this explicit in english (not my first language) so i’m really sorry for any grammar mistakes. i read it a thousand times to make sure i didn’t misspelled something and i’m sorry if i did.

hope you like it and love you. xx

With tiny steps, you enter the bedroom you two have for tonight at the Russians place. The party was over and everybody it's probably fucking in every room in this damn house. John has drink a lot of vodka, but somehow he sobered up, still not talking with you.

You let your purse on the bed and wanted to took your shoes off, but you stop when you hear your fiance finally talking.

- Take your dress off, keep your shoes on.

His voice was harsh and raspy as he took his coat and cap off. You looked at him for a second, but he glared at you, talking again with the same angry tone.

- I said something, [Y/N].

You knew that he was going to be furious, but right now you don't know what to expect from him. Angry sex or makeup sex with John it's clearly the best, so you just did as he said, keeping your black underwear and shoes on.  He finished his cigar as he was watching you; you tried to read into his eyes, but you couldn't. He was so serious and angry, but even like that he made you soaked.

You finished and you stand up in front of him with your blue big eyes and your black hair on your shoulders almost covering your breasts, you looked innocence making John laugh a little. When he first met you he thought that you an angel, the most innocent and obedient woman he has ever meet, but he was so wrong. He come closer to you, his thumb touching your lower lip; you swallow and you lifted your head a little, wanting him to touch you more.

In just one second, he grabbed your hair with his big hand and pulled you to his chest as he took off his jacket and vest.

- What Thomas told you, [Y/N]? He ask in a lower voice and he push you up a little, forcing you to stand on your toes.

- John I...

He shushed you and continued.

- What I told you, [Y/N]? He looked at you, expecting an answer.

- To stay quiet. But I didn't know...

John's touch became tight on your hair and you muttered his name.

- Answer only when I say so. In rest keep your fuckin big mouth closed.

You nod and he let go of your hair, but you know this is only the beginning and you can't help but being so excited about it.

- Get on your knees, girl. Now.

You are soaked wet at his words and you do just as he said, kneeling in front of him and looking up at him as you unbuttoned his slacks. He touch on your cheek for a second, seeing in your eyes how deep down you enjoyed this. He has so deep feelings for you that he has to try his hardest to be harsh on you; you, his growing feelings and the things he would be able to do for you frightening him to death every day.

- I told you to shut your pretty mouth tonight. You didn't obeyed to me so know I'm gonna make sure you won't be able to talk for a few good days.

A grin appear on your face as your hands started to move up and down on his length, a whimper  came quickly from his mouth, but he continued with his talking as he looked right into your eyes.

- Your throat is gonna be so fuckin sore and full of my cum...

He grabbed your hair again and moved your mouth to his cock. His dominance still here as he pulled harsh on your hair, his cock warm and tasty in your mouth.

- You won't be able to say a fuckin single word.

You struggled to take all of his girth on your mouth, but his hands guided your further as he grabbed your chin, made you look up at him all the time. The imagine of your innocent eyes and mouth on his cock, swallowing him all pleasure him more than you know. Right from the start his thrusts are deep, your throat constricting as he forces the tip of his cock to meet your gag reflex.

You disobeyed him once more when you pulled your head back, your tongue flicking out and licking along the head of his cock, stopping him from mouth fucking you. John frowned, knowing you want to tease and angry him more and he grabbed the back of your head, pushing his hips as his cock was on your throat again. His thrusts even more deeper now as you feel the urge to cough.

- You whore, his whimpers quickly became moans as you were sucking hard on his length, your cheeks hallowed as you bobbed up and down, John not giving you the chance to properly breath again.

- My whore, he said right before a throaty moan left his opened lips. Mine.

He rough pushed his hips into you again as one of his hands flattered against the wall, the other one pulling harder on your hair. So hard you can already feel your scalp in pain, but the worst thing was so bad you were aching, needing for him. You were soaked wet in your knickers, your clit pulsing in need, wanting so bad to be touching so you used your hand for this, your fingers circling around the clit, imagining John's hand instead.

- You're such a good girl right now, he opened his eyes who stayed closed a few seconds and he moaned as he watched you pleasing yourself, while you can barely breath with his cock down on your throat. You're lips are red and full of saliva, dripping on your chin as well. Tears were dropping on your cheeks, ruining your makeup but you couldn't care about that right now when you wanted so bad him to fuck your minds off.

- You're takin my cock so well...

His hand became soft in your hair as he reached his orgasm. His moans were harsh and hot, combined with yours, that are lower covered by his cock. His hips deep pushed in your mouth once more before you're throat was filled with his warmly cum. Your cheeks fulled with his cum as you watched him in awe; his eyes were partially closed, his whole body relaxing after this horrible night and after this awesome blowjob. You loved and you wanted to remember every time you you brought him to his high. He making sure you will never forget the taste of him.

- Talk to me.

Yours heavy breathing and his moans are the only sounds in the dark room, the only light coming from outside, first hours of the morning.

- I love you, you speak with your lips on his cock head, licking all the cum as he watched you with a big hot grin on his lips.

He didn't answer it and you know that's because this is supposed to be a punishment, but it wasn't.

- I bet you are so fuckin wet right now. What if I...What if I let you like this?

He helped you stand up as he pulled you by your hair to his lips, roughly kissing you, not giving a damn about all the saliva all over your mouth and chin.

- No, you cry on his lips as he picked you up into his arms right before dropping you onto the bed, your body hitting the wood. He was on top of you right after, with a big grin on his lips as you pushed him to your lips again, desperately wanting to feel him again. Your lips tasting as his cock and he enjoyed, knowing you are only his and that he is the only man that you had ever pleasured this way, the only man that saw you the way he did.

You left out a whimper as he left your mouth. He grabbed your ankles, guiding  you as he lifted you on your stomach, your perfectly shaped ass in the air for him. He grabbed your hips, his fingers tracing red lines with his footprints on your smooth skin. He slapped your ass; not once, not twice. He smacked your ass for five times, making your cry his name in pain and pleasure, mostly pleasure. Your back arched at every slap, but moans left your sore throat. He promised you won't be able to talk tomorrow and he kept his promise; even a softly moan hurt.

- John, fuck! I need you!

You screamed forgetting about the fact that this is not your house and you are not alone at all, but you didn't care and neither did he; he wanted to hear you beg for him, imploring him to touch you and please you.

- Beg for it.

You heard his raspy voice again as he positioned himself behind your back, pulling your head to him by your hair as he talk into your ear.

- Beg for me.

You can't wait any longer.

- John...I'm begging you..I'm begging you to fuck me, please. I love you!

He slipped inside of you when your words left your sinful mouth, his fingernails sunk into yours skin leaving marks that you would most likely enjoy having. You always liked hickeys all over your neck and chest and John loved the idea too, knowing everyone can see how bad be fucked you last night, even his family you always made jokes about it. Also, he loved that everyone knows he own you.

- Who do you belong to? He speaks, moving too slow for your needing. You need more, hard and rough, that's why you let out a cry, pushing your ass to him.

You whisper "to you", but John wasn't happy with that answer and he smacked your sore ass again, stopping with his slowly thrusts.

- Who do you belong to, love?

He asked again with a lower voice this time; his raspy voice it's a big turn on and you can feel yourself turning into something else, that's so horny you are right now. He pushed hard inside of you, your back arched as you screamed in pleasure.

- To you, John. I belong only to you!

- That's fuckin right.

You can't see his grin, but you can feel it as he bit and suck on your neck, red little hickeys all over the skin.

- Harder, you growl being a mess for him and you spread your legs more for John's pleasure.

Your ass was perfectly curved in the air and even if he wanted so bad to tease you more, at that moment it was hard for him too. John thrust his hips against yours, his fingers digging into your skin, grabbing you hard and leaving marks behind. All of this because of the way you felt around him; all wet and hot for him only.

John slowed down and disapproval whimpers left your mouth right before he grabbed your hands forcing you to sit on his lap, in a more intimate position for both of you. You large open your legs allowed him to entry as you mouth found his, forming together a hot full of passion mess. You move your hips deeper and fast, John helping you with his hands on your thick thighs, his mouth not leaving yours not even a second, swallowing each other moans.

- I don't have words...I don't know how to explain how bad I'm in love with you, you speak between moans as you let your face in his sweaty neck, kissing and biting the skin.

- I swear I love you. Never doubt that.

You smile just a second before you scream again, not having a chance to stop the moans and not wanting to stop them as you feel how close you are. His brutal and deep thrusts sending you right to the edge, finishing while screaming his name and how much you love him.

- Fuck, he moans as his own orgasm hit him hard. He bites on your lower lip, hugging you tight at his chest as you two slowly kissed, too tired for dominance now.

John's breathing was all over the place, just as yours was. You collapsed into bed, sheets cold against your hot body. John followed you right after he found his pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He placed one between your lips before doing the same for him and he lights both of them, resting his head on the pillow as he lets the smoke out of his mouth. You sat comfortably with your head on his hot toned chest, sheets covering your naked bodies as you both smoked in silence, trying to calm your heavy breaths. The room was now covered in a pale light, coming from the rainy morning.

John slowly kissed the top of your head, thinking that you are asleep, but you move your head so you can feel his lips on yours again. He chuckles before talking.

- I love you for a lot of reasons, but the sex...Oh God, this sex will make me stay forever with ya love.

[maggzblair]

A Wonderful Winter on Hoth

Happy New Year everyone! Here is a little fic I wrote for the @hanleiasecretsanta this year!

This is a gift for @elliesfandoms , and I hope you enjoy it! ❤️

The days wore on as they often did while at war, waiting and watching for the Empire to arrive while anxiously awaiting the moment when they would have to fight. Or flee for their lives, but more than likely both. From the leadership of the highest levels down to the newest recruit, the nerves were high and many were missing peace and home, especially on a wintry world with no change of weather in sight.

The idea seemed to come to light of its own accord, celebrating the winter festivals of their homeworlds, from the richest Core worlds to the outstretched reaches of the Outer Rim. Soon the word spread throughout the entire base, the Rebellion would soon celebrate the season in a way that no one else could. Lights and decorations seemed to pop up overnight, appearing out of nowhere and stringing through the halls and on every doorway. No one seemed to know where any of this came from, though if they did it was never admitted, and within a day the base was lit with a holiday spirit that many hadn’t seen in years, if not longer.

One person, however, was less than enthused about the whole situation, particularly the thought of home. Leia had tried her hardest to stay as far away from the festivities as she could, avoiding the decorations and singing in various languages the songs of the season, but it seemed to surround her in every corner of the base. Though many looked at her like she was insane at first for trying so hard to avoid the growing festivities, they eventually left well enough alone and turned their own thoughts to celebrating and enjoying the season they created for themselves. Though most had turned their attention away within a few days, a few kept their eye out, watching and waiting for her to turn around and join in.

“She’s not budging, Chewie,” Han said to his Wookiee co-pilot a few days after the decorations went up and excitement had begun to grow for a holiday feast in the coming days.

Chewie roared in his native Shyriiwook language, shaking his head as if to say ‘You know better than to think Leia does anything she doesn’t want to do, Han. There’s obviously a reason for it.’ The Wookiee had a very good idea of what seemed to be bothering Leia, the destruction of Alderaan still a vivid memory in most of those who served on the base, especially those who had previously called the planet home. It seemed that Han had forgotten, however, and he wasn’t about to remind his human companion when it should have been obvious.

Han sighed, running a hand over his face in exasperation as well as worry. He knew Leia well enough in the time he and Chewie had spent with the Rebellion that she was stubborn, driven, and most of all surely missing home. He sighed again when he realized what was going on. Leia lost her home, her family. What was the point of celebrating when it only reminded you of loss?

“We need to do something for her, Chewie. Something nice, special,” he decided, turning to Chewie. “She’s kept everyone going since Yavin, working herself to death. If anyone deserves a nice holiday, it’s her.”

***

His plan, not that it really was much of a plan, began to form and come together almost immediately. With Chewie and Luke’s help, though the young pilot didn’t know it yet, they would find a way to not only discover the true problem but also ensure that their princess got a happy holiday herself.

Han didn’t have to wait long to set his plan into motion, soon finding himself walking down the frozen corridor toward the mess, just behind Leia. He jogged a bit to catch up to her quick, determined stride, turning to walk backward beside her as she continued, seeming to ignore his presence entirely. After a few moments of this, Han stopped in front of Leia, making her finally acknowledge his presence.

“I don’t have time for this today, Captain. If you don’t have something constructive to say, I’d just assume you leave me be,” she said, sounding more than a little irritated at Han standing directly in her way, especially when he seemed to be in the mood for another back-and-forth.

“Woah, calm down there sweetheart. I just wanted to talk,” Han replied, sounding offended but really expecting the less-than-subtle bit of hostility from Leia. He wasn’t the first or last one she held at arm’s length, but he was likely the first to really push back. Or not be afraid to.

Leia sighed, running a hand over her face. He just didn’t get it, likely never did. She didn’t want to talk. “I told you, Han. I don’t have time for this today. The Rebellion isn’t going to run itself. The war isn’t going to win itself.” She moved her away around Han, but he stepped to stop her again.

“You’re not fighting this war by yourself, Leia. You’re not the only one who is in charge. Why not just take a break? Have a little fun? What’s the point of living if you don’t enjoy yourself once in a while?” Han tried to make his questions sound like he meant them, rather than what he was sure Leia would think. That he was teasing, trying to get a rise out of her, especially since that was something he was known to do. Their quips and back and forth matches were something that had become commonplace since Han unofficially joined the Rebellion, but this was something different.

“There’s quite a bit more to living than just drinking and...galavanting.” Leia waved her hand to try to think of another word to show her meaning, but nothing came. She shook her head and began to walk back toward her room again, with Han still in tow as she expected. She soon reached the corridor that held her sleeping quarters, largely empty due to the time of day, which she was grateful for. There would be no one to hear anything at all once this was done.

“Yeah, like what? You’re not just your cause, Leia. The Rebellion will survive if you let yourself smile, loosen up a bit.”

Leia stopped in front of her door, looking up at Han. He really didn’t get it one bit, did he? “You don’t understand. The only person you care about is you.”

Turning around, she punched in the code to open her door, giving Han one last look before letting it close in his face.

***

That evening, just as Leia settled down into her cot to sleep, hoping to find some sort of peace and warmth in the never-ending cold, the sound of a knock came through from the other side.

“Han, I told you. Go away,” she said as the door opened, her voice full of irritated exhaustion. The last thing she wanted was another battle with the smuggler, even if it did more often than not give her something to look forward to. She was surprised though to find Luke on the other side, instead of Han. “Oh, Luke. I’m sorry. I thought you were Han.”

Moving aside, Leia let the door open completely so Luke could step in, giving him the single chair in the room as she sat down on the bed.

“I heard you and Han got into another argument,” Luke said, trying to keep his words gentle so she wouldn’t potentially explode on him too. Though he had talked to Han, it wasn’t the man’s reaction, disappointed and more than a little worried, that concerned him. It was Leia herself, especially with what should have been more than enough cheer to even turn her mood around.

Leia scoffed at that, not angry at Luke but tired of the situations she continually found herself in, particularly in the mood she was in. “Yes, of course… I’m sure the entire base was talking about it. They always do.”

“I didn’t come to talk about Han, though I’m sure we should sometime… I came to see if you were alright. You’ve been in a worse mood than usual lately, and I want to help if I can.” After a moment, Leia feels an arm wrap around her and pull her into a steady heartbeat. She closes her eyes, relaxing into the embrace of Luke. She couldn’t explain why he was so special, so close to her heart, but he was there and waiting for her to confide in him. “What’s going on, Leia?”

“It’s nothing,” she starts, though knowing that it wasn’t entirely the truth. In fact, nothing about that statement was true. “It’s just, everyone walking around in this amazing holiday spirit makes me… I’m just...not interested in all of this. I understand people wanting to celebrate, have fun and just enjoy a moment that’s not this,” she motioned into the air, trying to find the words to explain what she meant, the generalities of war and being trapped on a frozen planet waiting for the Empire to find them, “but I…can’t.”

“Why? I don’t understand. You’re not just your cause, Leia. You can’t be. You deserve to smile, to laugh, to have a life.”

At last, the damn really starts to break, Luke’s gentleness and concern making her want to just talk to someone.

“Because I can’t see myself celebrating anything when it’s my fault so many of us don’t have a home anymore. Or a family. It’s my fault, Luke. Alderaan is gone and I could have stopped it, but I didn’t. They’re all gone.”

“Oh Leia,” Luke whispers before pulling her closer to hold. Ever since they had met, there was one thing about Leia that he had always trusted in, her ability to hold herself together in even the most trying times. Now, when it came to her heart and the family and home she had lost, maybe it was finally time to let go and fall apart a little. “You’re not alone in this. I promise you that.”

***

It took a day cycle for the third of the group to come to her, longer than Leia had expected. Though she was grateful for the reprieve from having to feel anything other than a determination to end the Empire once and for all, she knew that this would hurt. Badly.

When the knock finally came, Leia was ready, or as ready as she could be considering the circumstances. “Good evening, Chewie,” she said as the door opened, the tall, proud Wookiee standing on the other side. She stepped aside after a moment to let him in, the door closing behind them. “I suppose I should thank you for waiting to come to see me.”

Chewie waved a large hand, growling in his own form of dismissal. He knew that both Han and Luke could leap without looking, Han far more often. Both men still had a lot to learn.

Both sat in silence for a short time, a comfortable one of two friends who knew each other well enough to speak only when it was necessary. It was only when Chewie opened his mouth to say something but closed it again did Leia finally speak herself, breaking the silence.

“You can say whatever is on your mind, Chewie,” she said, looking up at him from her place on the bed. “I can handle it.”

It took him a few more moments to make up his mind on what to say, or more precisely how to say what needed to be said. ‘You’re far stronger than you think, Princess. I understand what it feels like to have your world taken from you, Princess. Your family. It is easy to lose sight of everything when trapped in your own pain, but you cannot let it take control. It’ll only eat away from you from the inside, so the only thing left to do is allow people to help you. To be there when you need them.’

“How do you go on? I can’t… The only thing I know how to do is fight, to make sure what happened to Alderaan never happens anywhere again, to anyone else.”

‘You find a way to fight, but it’s easier to keep a hold of yourself when you have people around you who care. Who want to see you happy. You have those people, your highness. You are not just your cause.’

“Han and Luke said the same thing.”

‘They were right.’

There was one thing she knew was true. The important thing wasn’t to mourn those who you lost, though it was okay to do so, but to keep fighting so it would never happen to anyone else again. To make sure others would have a better life.

***

The night of the most-anticipated celebration finally came, and it was just as much a happy holiday as Leia had imagined. Though a more subdued affair, the Empire somehow finding them on the minds of everyone pleasant, it still had the air of celebration and home that was sorely needed. There was a small tree perched in the corner of the cramped mess hall, likely one of the artificial variety that worlds without such foliage used in their Life Day celebrations. It was decorated with small, twinkling lights and a tiny representation of each of the worlds a member of the Rebellion was missing, the one they were fighting for. One such world was represented near the top of the tree, its blue water and bright green topped by swirling clouds made the very memory of its destruction feel even worse. It was gone, never coming back.

Turning away from the tree before the memories came rushing back again, knowing they would soon swallow her whole, she soon spotted Han, Chewie, and Luke sitting at a table together, surrounded by some of the other pilots. She started to approach but stopped herself. Would she even be welcome? Did she fit in with the celebration when she couldn’t bring herself to find the holiday spirit? Just when she had decided to turn and go back to her room, she felt a warm, familiar hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, where are you running off to?”

Leia turned around to face Han, seeing his gentle, concerned look and melting a little inside. She couldn’t admit to him how much she liked him, looked forward to his snarky comments and the way he’d look at her. His hand stayed on her shoulder for another moment before it pulled away, his expression changing to the familiar mask of indifference. It was an expression she wanted to change more than anything, to bring back the look that was only for her.

“I was going back to my room. I doubt anyone would want me here,” she answered honestly, looking around at the mess full of fresh recruits and old faces mingled together, enjoying each other’s company. “I’m not exactly the spirit of the holiday.”

Han shook his head, his hand coming back down to take hers, leading her over to the table she saw the three of them sitting at before, pulling out a chair beside him for her. Leia hesitated for a moment, looking down at Han and the look in his eyes that made her melt. The moment soon faded however and Leia took a seat beside Han, the smile he gave her worth all of the hesitations and worry that somehow he didn’t, that he couldn’t feel the same way that she realized she felt for him.

Somehow, Leia thought to herself, It’s going to be a very happy holiday.

[english-with-avery]

[ timestamp : july 4 ]

To say that Avery was in over her head was a fucking understatement. When this whole thing began, she never thought that it would escalate to something like this. Before her child’s life had been threatened and she’d been given all sorts of small tasks and menial missions, her life had been so simple. Before any of this started, she had simply been Avery Rhodes: a sweet high school English teacher and a single-mom who was trying her best to get by and give her daughter the world that she deserved. She would’ve done whatever was necessary to protect her daughter--she still would. And they were fucking counting on that. When she was first given the grisly order, she’d tried to say no, that it was crossing a line, that it wasn’t right. I thought we all agreed that little Rhea’s safety was the most important thing. Isn’t that still the case? Or does your daughter’s life no longer matter to you? Her face twisted with anger at the mere accusation and she said “What? No, of course it matters to me! I… Fine. Fine, I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever you want. Just.. Please, don’t hurt her.”

The plans she’d made with Ana and Heather for the Fourth of July couldn’t have been a better cover if she’d tried. In the midst of all the excitement, Avery suddenly realized that she’d forgotten Rhea’s inhaler. “Jesus Christ, I don’t even know where my head is…” she’d muttered, pulling her keys out, knowing she’d get away with it--she saw the way Ana watched her, as if she was some sad heartbroken puppy. She’d been discombobulated lately so forgetfulness was understandable, even for her. “I’m gonna’ run home real quick, I’ll be right back.” Kissing her daughter on the head and telling her she’d be back soon, her stomach churned and for a moment, she almost thought she was going to throw up. You’re doing this for her. Everything you do is for her.

Once she was home, she acquired what she needed, grabbed Rhea’s inhaler, and then slyly slipped in through Cyrek’s backyard. Picking the lock was simple enough and once she was in, she made sure she properly armed herself. She was only expecting to come across one person in particular, having made sure that neither Cyrek nor Amaris would be anywhere near the house. Checking her watch, she knew she needed to get this over with and quick.

However, what happened next was a bit of a blur… Someone surprised her from behind and there was a struggle. The house was dead silent, except for the noises of a young woman who was in over her head, who felt like she was suddenly fighting for her life, for her daughter’s life. Next, there was a bang and a flash and then silence.

Breathing heavily--practically panting--she slid down the wall and tried her damn hardest to catch her breath. At first, it didn’t even really register what had happened. She was hyperventilating and she felt nauseous and her head was spinning and for a moment, she didn’t even think she could move. You don’t have fucking time for this, let’s go! Forcing herself up onto her feet, she headed to the back door and picked up the can of gasoline she’d stashed in a bush out back a few days before. In an almost sloppy manner, she poured the gasoline onto the hardwood floors, the smell of it burning her nose already. Fuck. Once everything was thoroughly soaked, she pulled out her pack of matches. She knew she only had one chance to get this right. The back door already opened, ready for her escape, she quickly drug the match across the red strip and the sound of the fire coming to life on the little match was almost deafening. You’re going to hell. In a matter of two seconds, Avery threw the lit match onto the gasoline, it went up in flames, the heat rushing to her face, and she ran out the back door and shut it behind her. You have three fucking minutes.

As quickly as she could, without being detected, she slipped back into her own backyard, put the gloves she’d had on in the wash, and calmly walked out to her car and headed back to the fairgrounds. As she was pulling out, the flames were just barely visible. Go, go, go, go!

By the time she caught up with Ana, the fireworks were just about to start. “I didn’t realize they were gonna’ block off almost every street for Fourth of July. I mean, I love parades just as much as anyone else but good lord.”

Standing there, looking at her daughter, the entire situation hadn’t even really hit her yet. In the back of her mind, she knew exactly what she’d just done but she couldn’t dare to think of it, not now. Don’t think about Ana, don’t think about Heather, don’t think about anyone else but Rhea. You did this for Rhea, you had no other choice, you did what you had to do. Her thoughts were reeling and she’d do almost anything just to get them to just shut the fuck up. Her demeanor was calm, though she kept waiting for either Ana’s or Heather’s cell phone to ring at any second. It was only a matter of time.

Avery knew that her actions were ticking time bomb--not just for her best friend’s family but for her daughter and herself as well. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep pretending that everything was just fine, that she wasn’t lying to everyone’s faces, that she hadn’t become a despicable human being. It was all too much to comprehend and while she was somehow able to keep her cool, she knew that it was only a matter of time before the ground crumbled beneath her feet.