#i WISH i was the type of person that could take notes on my computer it would be so much easier

[rafeandonlyrafe]

reserved chair

words: 10.9k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, college au, past car crash, anxiety/ptsd, shy!reader, virgin!reader, soft!rafe, fingering, female recieving oral, p in v sex, protected sex

you take a deep breath before pulling open the door, eyes scanning the lecture hall. despite being ten minutes early to class, most of the seats are already taken. you turn quickly towards the stairs, climbing them slower than your feet want to, desiring to speed up the stairs to stop being able to see everyone's eyes and just the back of their head.

you let out a second deep breath when you get to the top, only a few students in the back row. you walk until you're as far away as possible from any other students, sinking into your chair the second you're sat down. you allow yourself a moment to breathe before working on getting your stuff out, placing your head down to just focus on lessing your anxiety.

upon picking up your head, you swear everyone's eyes are on you. you glance around towards your fellow classmates, but they've almost all turned to stare at the back row, not even trying to hide looking at you.

“wh-what is it?” you whisper to the girl in front of you, the one closest who thankfully looks nice.

“that's rafe camerons seat.”

“who is rafe cameron?” you question. it's the first week of classes, how could he have already claimed a seat? 

the doors open before she can respond, and despite other students entering without anyone caring, everyone's attention shifts, his energy and presence entering the room before he does.

you instantly know that he must be rafe cameron. his eyes land on you before you can scurry to a different seat, trapping you in place, a slight smirk on his face as he casually makes his way up the stairs, and then down the aisle until he is hovering over you.

“is-is this your seat?” you manage to mumble out. “ill move.”

“nah, pretty girl, you stay right there.” rafe grabs the chair next to you, pulling it closer than the allotted distance between work areas before sitting down, so close you can practically feel his leg hovering close to yours, making you shrink even more in your seat.

you can feel his eyes staring at you, paying no mind to anyone else in the classroom, even as the professor enters.

“do you need a pencil?” you ask, reaching down to place your bag on your lap, knowing your voice just came out pathetically timid and weak.

“nope.” he hums, placing a laptop on the desk from a bag you didn't even realize he was carrying onto the table. you should have known he was the type to write notes on a laptop. you wish you had that kind of funds, but you have to head to the library every time you need to use a computer, already struggling just from the tuition alone.

you nod, keeping your head turned down as you get out your notebook, favorite mechanical pencil, and the syllabus you pre-printed out and highlighted.

“what's this?” rafe questions, reaching over to tap your finger, making your eyes widen at the touch, even though he just taps the bandaids around three of your fingers.

“oh! um…” you move quickly to hide your hand. “i write a lot. i get sores on my hand from holding my pencil if i don't bandage them.”

“shit.” rafe laughs. “that's intense.”

you're not sure if he's making fun of you, if he's mocking or sincere. “yeah.” you just whisper.

“what's your name?” he questions, head tilting to the side out of curiosity.

“y/n.” you mutter out. he's probably the first person you've introduced yourself to at college, even going as far as to manage the extra money to get a single dorm, knowing you'd need the privacy and silence to recover from the social interactions.

“im rafe. rafe cameron. where you from y/n?”

“norfolk.” you whisper your answer, your professor starting to introduce himself, but rafe keeps talking as if he isn't going over the syllabus, and for some reason the professor ignores him.

“ah, nice. im from the outer banks.” rafe nods. “you must be pretty smart to get into duke.”

“i guess.” you shrug. you know your test scores are impressive, and you had plenty of time to start dual enrollment since you were homeschooled for high school. it's why you're technically a freshmen in a class full of sophomores and juniors.

“whats your major?”

“general literature.” you shrug. at least thats your major for now, you are considering changing to research psychology, knowing you have to figure it out soon.

“good class for you then.” rafe chuckles, looking at the screen on the wall, words blown up large to show the name of the class LIT 290: SPECIAL TOPICS IN INTERNATIONAL LITERATURE AND CULTURE.

“what's your major?” you question, whispering while rafe talks at a normal volume. you wait for the professor to scold him, occasionally giving him angry glances, brows furrowed together, but the shushing never comes.

rafe shrugs. “just kinda taking classes for now. i guess im technically in government. gonna take over my dad's development company once i graduate and he retires.”

“oh, like real estate development?” you quirk your head to the side, half listening to him, half listening to the professor as you scribble down notes.

“yup. you've probably heard of the company.”

your brows furrow as you think, not sure why he's so confident about having heard of it before, it's not like you can really name any real estate- oh.

“rafe cameron. cameron enterprises.” you mumble, eyes widening.

“exactly right.” he smirks. “you stay in one of our dorms?”

you nod, you do in fact. there's several cameron sponsored dorms around campus, you're in east campus: cameron.

“i guess that explains a lot.” you take a deep sigh. no wonder everyone was staring at him, why the professor refuses to say anything to him, his family's company practically sponsors the entire school.

“ill let you focus now.” rafe sits forward, hands coming to his keyboard as the professor begins the actual lecture.

you furiously write, nervous to miss any information, not wanting to waste the scholarship money allowing you to take this class.

“y/n.” rafe says, making you jump slightly, forgetting he was next to you, so focused in paying attention to the professor.

“yeah?” you hum, putting your notebook into your bag as the professor ends class, reminding everyone to review the syllabus and get their reading done.

“sit there next week.” he says, tapping the table in front of you before standing, striding out of the class without a care in the world, people stopping in their tracks to let him pass.

--

you can hear their whispers and footsteps, breaking the silence of the evening as you sit on front of your window, desk pushed up close as you take notes, textbook opened up, the lamp on your desk switched on as the setting sun turns the sky a warm orange with hints of pink, making the fall colors in the campus trees looking even more red.

there's a knock on your door, making you jump as the pencil clatters to the floor. you expected the whispers and footsteps to pass. certainly they must be at the wrong room.

you consider staying silent, but want them to go away, not try to knock again thinking that their friend just didn't hear them.

“hi.” you smile as you open the door. “i think you have the wrong room.”

“no, we've got the right one.” you recognize one of the three girls as the girl in front of you in lit 209, the one who told you whose seat you were in.

“im angie. this is chelsea and veronica.” she gestures to the girls behind her. “we saw you talking to rafe. i… kinda overheard some of your conversation. chelsea is also from norfolk and im also studying literature. i thought we'd invite you out to join us at the dining hall.”

it takes you a second to realize what she's asking you. finding commonalities, inviting you out, basically asking you to be friends without the direct words.

“yeah.” you nod. “let me just grab my bag.” you step into your dorm to grab your bag off the book, double checking that your student id is inside to get into the dining hall. you shove your phone into your back pocket before stepping out, not letting your anxiety stop you from making friends, you need at least one person to confide in and hang out with.

“so, where did you graduate from?” chelsea asks, the one also from norfolk.

“oh, i was homeschooled.” you hate having to explain it, but the reason why you had to drop out of public school is the same reason your heart beat is skyrocketing as you head towards the elevator, palms sweating and nervously swallowing.

“oh, nice!” chelsea smiles. “i graduated from maury high.”

you're thankful it's not the high school you pulled out of, there's no way that she would have heard about you, about your intense anxiety after you were in a car crash, then sudden disappearance from school.

the conversation shifts to the other girls high schools, veronica telling a funny story from her graduation. you occasionally chime in, but the girls seem happy to keep the conversation flowing between each other as you head out of the dorm room and through the walkways to the dining hall.

the conversation doesn't shift until you until you're sitting down at a booth.

“so, rafe, huh?” chelsea asks.

“i don't know him.” you shake your head. “i just sat next to him and offered him a pencil, really, that's it.”

“you do know who his dad is right?”

you glance around the cafeteria, even that has signs of cameron enterprises sponsorship. “oh, i know.”

“that's why he goes here.” angie says. “he wouldn't have gotten in if it wasn't for his dad.”

“he's so hot, right?” veronica giggles before taking a bite of her pizza.

“yeah, is he even better up close?” chelsea turns to ask you.

you shrug. “i mean, i wasn't really paying attention.” it's a half truth. you absolutely were aware of how attractive rafe was, but you spent all of the lecture and most of the conversation trying to avoid looking at him for fear of eye contact.

“i heard he's such a bad boy. apparently he broke like five girls hearts last year because he was sleeping with them all at the same time.”

“oh, jeez.” you cringe. you should have guessed rafe was a player, but you also don't know the truth behind the rumors.

the conversation shifts from rafe to about other boys at the school, allowing you a moment to breathe and center yourself, calming down slightly. the girls make you feel comfortable enough that you finish dinner and bid them goodbye without a major anxiety attack, but the second you get back in your dorm, you collapse into the bed and pass out.

--

you stare at the seats, wondering if you really should sit in the same one. angie looks back at you with a gentle smile, mouthing a quick “sorry.” as there's already people sitting on either side of her.

you shake your head. it's fine, you tell yourself, and pull out the chair and sit down, right in the same spot you were at last week.

rafe walks in moments later, a real smile on his face when he sees you. you glance at him quickly before looking down, fiddling with your pencil and writing random gibberish until he's sat next to you.

“so i didn't scare you off?” rafe questions, setting his laptop down and fishing out his cord to charge it. you notice the outlet inset into the table is directly in front of you, rafe having to lean over into your personal space to plug it in.

“we can switch spots.” you blurt out, despite the cord being plenty long enough to reach.

“nah.” rafe shakes his head. “you look pretty in my seat.”

you're not sure how you looking pretty relates, and how you would look any different sitting in the opposite chair, but your face blushes and you stammer something intelligible, making rafe smirk.

“you're real cute, you know that right?”

“oh, i um- noooo.” you chuckle awkwardly.

“even cuter when i make your face all red like that.”

you don't say anything in response, not sure you can even form words as you reach to press your fingers over your cheeks, willing them to cool down.

“i got something for you.” rafe reaches into his bag. he pulls out his computer and then a second laptop, making your brows furrow as he sets it in front of you, along with a charger and bluetooth mouse.

“what is this?” you question. you’ve heard of loaner laptops through the school, but this brand is way too nice to be the one they’re handing out to dumb college kids to give back at the end of your semester.

“a laptop. for you.” rafe says, like it’s obvious.

“i-i can’t!” you shake your head as the professor begins his lecture. for once, you don’t even bother to pay attention as you pick up the laptop and move it back towards rafe. “i can’t afford it.” “it’s already paid for.” rafe places it back in front of you, opening it up. “the password is my name.” he smirks as the screen turns on, illuminating your face. 

“its too expensive, i really can’t accept this.” your hands go to the keyboard despite your words, typing in his name rafecameron. you click enter, the computer unlocking for you to a clean home screen.

“its pennies to me, really. i want you to have it.” he glances at your still bandaged fingers. “so you can stop wrapping your fingers.”

“i-i don’t know how to thank you.” you shake your head.

“oh,” rafe reaches back into his backpack. “i got this for you. its touchscreen.” he sets the pen for the computer next to the mouse. “in case you prefer to write over type, but please, try typing for the sake of your fingers.”

“thank you.” you smile at him, opening up a browser and logging into your email, quickly opening up google docs to take notes, attention turning only half to the professor, the other half of your mind stays focused on rafe smiling at you.

--

“how did i know i’d find you here?” the voice makes you jump. it’s strange to hear rafes voice outside of the lecture hall, even as the weeks have gone by and you’ve hung out occasionally with angie and the few friends you’ve made, you’ve never seen rafe outside of class.

“no one is ever here.” you look around the empty room. it’s a study room, technically met for literature majors, but you’re sure no one would say a word about rafe being inside.

“thats how i knew you’d be here.” he plops down on the seat across from you. 

“do you need help with your homework or something?” you ask. your professor assigned you an essay, maybe rafe is seeking out your help.

rafe lets out a scoff, looking at you with an exasperated expression. of course. you should have known he didn’t need to really try on his homework to get straight a’s.

“i want to take you on a date, come on.” rafe cocks his head toward the door.

“oh!” your eyebrows rise in surprise. sure, rafe has always been flirty before and after class, but you thought it was mostly out of teasing you, riling you up, not serious enough to actually ask you on a date.

“your choice. now or in two hours.” rafe glances at the clock on the wall.

“now is fine.” you also look at the clock. you don’t want to stay out too late, needing to get back in your dorm and work, and you also don’t want to end up at a party, it’s probably your worst nightmare to be surrounded by drunk college kids shouting and dancing.

“perfect.” rafe picks up your bag when you put your stuff away, slinging it over his shoulder as you follow behind him, having to pick your pace up to keep up with his long strides.

“taking you to dinner off campus.” rafe says, leading you out of the building and towards the parking lot. you freeze ups, eyes widening. rafe doesn’t realize you’ve stopped following him, stuck in place on the sidewalk, until he’s feet away from you.

“hey…” rafe says softly, approaching you carefully. “you alright?” “i-i-” you hate how much you’re stuttering, you can’t help it when the nerves take over and your hands start to shake. “i don’t like- um. i don’t like being a passenger.” just uttering the words make that night come back to you, you trusting your friend, getting into their car, only for them to roll it repeatedly, somehow all walking away, but the scars inside of you are mental ones.

“you can drive then.” rafe holds his keys up like an offering. “or we can eat dinner here, whatever you want.”

“im okay driving.” you trust only yourself. maybe someday you’ll learn to feel safe with someone driving you, but it took you weeks to get behind the wheel with even your mom, having to use calming techniques every time you’re on the road.

“perfect.” rafe stays pretty quiet, only making small comments about how to turn on his car (you’ve never been in a push to start before) and how to get to the restaurant. he doesn’t even turn on the radio, seeing how nervous you are, letting you concentrate fully on driving. you do feel better when you’re in control of the vehicle, but the fear of a rogue driver hitting you is always there.

“i want to tell you something, rafe.” you say shyly, now sat at your table at a nice restaurant, wishing you would have changed into something fancier, but rafe doesn’t seem to care, so you don’t either.

“okay.” he nods.

“i was in a car accident in high school. that’s why i don’t like being a passenger. thats why i have…” you take a deep breath. “so much anxiety.”

“hey.” he says softly, reaching across the table. “its okay. you don’t have to explain yourself to me. i like you just how you are.”

the comments angie and chelsea come to the front of your mind. “why do you even like me? everyone says you’re some sort of bad boy.” you don’t have to point out that rafe has only ever been nice to you, ridiculously kind and generous.

“when i walked into the classroom that first day and saw you sitting in my seat, looking at me like that…” rafe shakes his head. “you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen. i love that you’re shy. it’s cute, i swear.” “you like my anxiety?” you giggle, sure that no man could actually mean that.

“well, no.” rafe shakes his head, his eyes bright. “i like that you’re like a puzzle, waiting for me to solve.” “i-i don’t know what to say. im not mysterious or anything.” you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“maybe not, but i want to figure out what makes you tick. how you like to be kissed, held…” rafe raises an eyebrow and you don't need him to say the next word as you're suddenly very interested in staring at your food.

“there's that blush i love so much.” rafe smiles. “you're so gorgeous.”

“there's like, way prettier girls than me at the college. i don't get your interest in me at all. awkward and… shy.” you shrug.

“don't sell yourself short.” rafe reaches across the table, squeezing your hand in his. “you're beautiful. plus, half the girls just want me for my dad's money, and the other half hate me for sleeping around last year.”

“yeah, i kinda heard about that.” you admit, trying to concentrate on your palm to keep it from getting sweaty. “angie told me you were sleeping with five girls at the same time.”

“they were all just hookups.” rafe shakes his head. “never went farther than that with any of them. it isn't like that with you.”

“well… it's nice to know you're serious about me.”

--

“hold your hand out.” rafe says, still sat in the same classroom, the rest of the students long gone, and with no other classes scheduled for the rest of the day, you feel like you could stay here with rafe all night.

you cup your hand and wait for whatever surprise, unsure how anything could beat the laptop he gifted you.

rafe unclips his gold chain from around his neck and drops it into your palm. “for you to wear. if you want of course.”

“is this the college equivalent of giving me your letterman jacket?” you giggle, perception of high school skewed towards idealized versions in books and movies since you missed out on most of the personal experience.

“i would love to call you my girl.” rafe smiles softly, so genuine it makes you almost want to lean forward and plant your lips on his.

“like… exclusively?” you wiggle the chain in your hand, feeling the weight shift around. certainly real gold.

“of course. i told you, im serious about you. i want you and only you, but im willing to move at your pace. if you're not ready yet, ill wait.”

you take a moment to think about it. weighing the pros and cons. con, you're inexperienced. pro, you really like rafe. con, rafe could get bored with you after a week. pro, you really like rafe. con, a boyfriend would distract from your schoolwork. pro, you really like rafe.

you hand the necklace back to rafe, watching the way his face falls, thinking it's a rejection, before you pull your hair up. “put it on for me?”

rafes smile is brighter than the sun as he strings the necklace around you, fingers gently teasing your skin, grazing against you anytime he can while he does the clip.

you smile back at rafe as you turn back towards him, feeling giddy. “so, what now?”

“what do you mean what now?” rafe chuckles. “now i kiss you.”

rafe leans in as your eyes widen, heartbeat skyrocketing as you suddenly shout out. “im a virgin!”

rafe sits back in surprise and confusion.

“im a virgin, ive never had a real boyfriend and ive never had a first kiss unless you count one that happened in second grade with a boy named lincoln on the playground-” you know you're rambling, so you're thankful when rafe cuts you off.

“that's okay.” rafe says. “i like that you're untouched. just means i need to do things right for all your firsts.”

you nod, not really understanding what he means, but knowing that you like the sound of it.

“as much as id love to lay you out on this table and wreck you-” your eyes widen at that very image. “your first time will not be in an empty classroom, and your first kiss definitely won't be either. are you free tomorrow night?”

“im… kinda free whenever.” you admit. you only have homework and studying, but you're willing to move those around for dates with rafe, as long as your grades don't slip.

“well, im about to make sure you are a very busy lady.”

--

rafe doesn't try to kiss you the following night. or the date a day later. or at your next class when you end up staying after again. you expect it to be that moment every time, but rafe keeps it slow, almost too slow.

he started with holding your hand. then wrapping his arm around his shoulder. he finally advanced to kissing you on the cheek, and while you appreciate his thoughtfulness, you're starting to go crazy.

“you're lost in thought.” rafe says, making you shake your head and refocus on him. “i just hope it's about me and not about your upcoming assignments.”

“it's always about you.” you smile. your grades are still perfect, you just spend all your study time working hard to complete everything perfectly and quickly to get back to rafe.

“just what i like to hear.” rafe is sat on the end of your dorm bed, twinkling fairy lights above your head as you just relax, both in casual clothes.

“do you think you could stay the night?” you blurt out before quickly going to explain yourself. “not to… have sex. but just to sleep in the same bed.”

“are you sure? you don't have to-”

“rafe!” you squeal. “i want this! i want you!”

rafes eyes widen at your outburst, probably the loudest he's ever heard your voice, before he dissolves into laughter. “ive been taking this too slow, haven't it?” rafe asks as you pout and nod.

“jesus, ive been trying so hard to hold back and not fuck it up, i ended up just fucking up in the other direction. im not used to caring about girls, or anyone, this much. im sorry, y/n. you dictate the pace, not me.”

“i want you to kiss me. tonight. and i want you to stay over and cuddle and hold me.” you allow the sudden rush of boldness to loosen your tongue.

“then that's what we will do.” rafe nods.

he doesn't kiss you immediately, he waits for the perfect moment. the lights are still on, now set to slowly fade in and out.

rafe is laying facing you, not touching you at all, but you can feel the presence, practically itching to reach out.

you're nervous, but you're not letting it stops you. as the lights dim again, your hear the movement on the bed, and then feel rafe move closer.

the second the lights begin to turn back on, rafe is on you, his lips pressed against yours. he doesn't let your first kiss be a simple peck as an arm rounds your back and pulls you into him. he leads the kiss, leaving you just to follow his movements and not stress about being perfect.

rafe slows the kiss down gradually until he pulls away, both of you taking a deep breath.

“that… was amazing.” you giggle, watching the way rafes eyes light up as you laugh. “oh my god! how have i been missing out on that?”

“wanna do it again?” 

“yes!”

rafe kisses you until you start to feel dizzy, having to remind yourself to breathe as he holds you close, but it's still not enough.

you sling a leg over his hips, attempting to pull your bodies flush together when rafe suddenly turns onto his back.

“i don't think you want to do that, baby.” 

“why- oh!” you're about to question the sudden change of attitude when you look down rafes body and see how your kissing has affected one particular part of his body.

“i can't help that you're really sexy, but we aren't doing this tonight in your college dorm. i need to lay you out and make you cum many times in a place where you can be as loud as you want.”

“should i… put on a tv show until it's gone then we can cuddle and sleep?” you offer, trying to ignore his words despite knowing your face is now beet red.

“i don't know if ill ever be fully soft when laying in bed with you, but that will definitely help.”

--

“you have to tell me everything.” angie says, a plate of fries pushed between you to share.

“oh my god he's just… such a gentleman, which i never expected just based off-” you wave your hands around. “everything.”

“that's good because i don't care who his dad is or how rich he is, if he was treating you bad id kick his ass.”

you let out a soft giggle. “i don't think he's gonna mess this up but if he does, ill remember that.”

you both groan as you glance at the clock. you can only spend so much time talking with your new friend when you're supposed to be studying.

“alright.” you pull out your textbook along with the laptop rafe gave you. rafecameron. you didn't even think about changing the password.

“how many words is this essay supposed to be again?” angie hums, also powering on her laptop.

“2,000.” you roll your eyes. “which is just so ridiculous you know the professor isn't reading everyone's.”

“he probably puts them into some ai grader shit.” angie agrees. you both quickly get to work, even getting a refill of fries. you've found that when you have a friend with you you prefer working in the dining area.

“hey baby, i figured you were down here.” rafe slides into the seat next to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “how's the essay?”

“actually im pretty much done.” you shrug. you know you have a talent for writing, but its when the topic genuinely interests you. “just don't really know how to end it.”

“can i help?” rafe asks. you nod and angle the screen towards him, letting him read over the words.

“oh my god.” angie mouths to you, glancing between you and rafe.

you blush and duck your head, resting your shoulder against rafes as he reads, watching as he types out a couple sentences to finish off your conclusion paragraph.

“wait, shit, thats perfect.” you pull the laptop back close, checking the word count quickly to confirm you've hit your minimum amount.

“jeez, can you help me with mine too?” angie asks, her eyebrows furrowing together.

“ill read over it.” rafe shrugs. “afterall,” he looks to you. “y/ns friends are my friends.”

--

you gasp when you get back from your shower to find rafe laying in your bed. he immediately tosses aside his phone that he was mindlessly scrolling on.

“missed you.” rafe tugs on your hips as you step closer. your mouth presses against him, the kisses calming your anxiety rather than spiking it like you originally worried it would.

rafes hands stay on your hips as he pulls you down onto the bed, allowing you to fall forward against him, bouncing softly on the springy mattress.

“you're gonna end up missing me a lot over break.” you chuckle softly, knowing a week off is coming up soon.

“about that…” rafe flips so you're both on your sides, facing each other. “what's your plans? driving home to norfolk?”

“actually, i was just gonna stay here.” you shrug. “the college let's out of state kids stay in their dorms during the holiday breaks and i applied for special permission.”

“well, you won't need that.” rafe says. “that is, if you want to come to the outer banks with me.”

“oh- oh my god! yes.” you nod quickly. despite not living far away, you've never actually been to the area before, and you've grown used to rafes constant presence. you're not sure what a week would be like without him.

“my family is out of town until friday anyways, so we will have the place to ourselves for most of the time…” rafes hand moves to your lower back, tugging you in close to him. you understand the implication and despite everything, you only feel excitement and anticipation.

--

“here ya go.” rafe hands you his car keys. you never had to reiterate your need to be in control of any vehicle, rafe just went along with it without pushing.

“actually…” you swallow harshly. “you can drive.”

“baby.” a smile breaks out on rafes face as he talks softly, carefully helping you into the passenger seat, making sure to keep everything slow and relaxed.

“i trust you.” you tell rafe, pulling him in for a quick kiss. “just… don't speed.”

“i wouldn't even think about that.” rafe says, kissing your forehead. “ive got special cargo.”

you giggle and roll your eyes, surprised how corny rafe has become as you both fall further.

rafe seems to have a sense of when your anxiety spikes. he moves to the drivers seat and just stays there for a moment while you breathe, not even turning the car on until you give him a slight nod.

you can tell he's going the long way, turning around a couple side streets to avoid getting onto the highway home too soon.

“ill go this speed the whole way if that's what you need.” rafe says when he pauses at a stop sign.

“just a little more around the neighborhood and ill be fine.” you assure him. you reach over and lay a hand on rafes arm as he drives, the physical connection allowing you to take a deep breath.

when rafe eventually pulls onto the highway, you find yourself breathing regularly, mind racing through all the coping mechanisms the therapist who saw you after the car crash taught you.

“im… im actually doing okay.” you admit to rafe, leaning forward to turn the radio on but keeping the music turned downed low. “thank you.”

“im just glad you trust me.” rafe reaches over and squeezes your thigh before quickly putting both his hands back on the wheel. “it's a long drive for you to do solo.”

in truth it's not much longer than the drive from duke to norfolk, but you're glad that you can relax as the hour passes. 

everytime your mind wanders, or worry strikes about a crazed driver hitting you, you just look to rafe and allow yourself to breathe.

you even manage to lay your car seat back. 

rafe smiles over at you as he watches your eyes blinking slowly, recognizing the sure signs of sleep as you end up napping the rest of the way to his house.

“darling…” rafe says softly, rubbing his hand over your thigh.

you wake up with a start, gasping and sitting up, looking around rapidly.

“hey, hey.” rafe says softly, pulling you into a somewhat awkward hug over the center console. “it's okay. you're safe. we're at my home.”

you press your face into rafes chest and inhale his familiar scent. he doesn't bring up the anxiety spike as he gets out of the car.

you're about to step out when you look at your surroundings, jaw dropping at the stunning house in front of you.

“rafe- this. this place is beautiful.” you allow rafe to help you stand, stretching your legs out. your bags can come in later, you need a tour immediately.

“welcome to tanneyhill.”

--

“we'll have to go out on the boat tomorrow.” rafe twirls a strand of your hair around his finger. “what do you want to eat? we can make something or we can order in…”

you let out a yawn, the nap on the drive just making you more tired now that the excitement of seeing rafes home has worn off somewhat.

“pizza is fine.” you hum, snuggling closer to rafe on the expansive couch. “your house is very pretty.”

“but…”

“but what?” you look up at rafe. “i mean it's… it's so grand.”

“but impersonal, right?” rafe reads you so well. “it's just not my families style. no pictures of us kids on the wall or sports medals hung up. it's gotta be kept perfect.”

“that's not how i want our house to be one day.” you frown, eyes widening when you realize what you just said.

“relax, princess.” rafe says when he feels you stiffen up. “i imagine what it'll be like to live together some day too. in fact, i think for next semester you can ditch your little dorm and stay with me.”

“move from east campus: cameron to cameron hall?” you giggle at how everything is named after his family.

“exactly.” rafe hums. “because just the walk to the east side of campus is too far from me.”

“you're… too damn sweet.” you press a kiss to rafes lips, groaning when your phone buzzing distracts you from deepening it.

“who is it?” rafe asks, confident it's probably angie or veronica.

“my… my friend from high school.” you quickly sit the phone face down on the coffee table.

“the friend?”

“yes.” you say bitterly, knowing it's not rafe you're really snapping back up but rather the “friend” who still has the audacity to message you even after causing the car wreck that ruined your life.

“it's the anniversary coming up and… i know she's said sorry a million times already, but i just don't want to hear it. i just want to put everything behind me.” you let the words out in a rush.

“maybe what your friend needs for her to heal is to know you've heard it.”

you look at rafe, blinking at him as your mind works. “what are you doing being so wise?”

rafe breaks the tension with a laugh. “honestly, im just quoting back shit my dad has said and hoping it works.”

“can't wait to meet your dad then if he's anything like you.” you smile, trying to keep up the light attitude when rafes face drops slightly. there's such a small difference you barely even pick up on it. 

“rafe?”

“my dad… isnt my biggest fan.”

“but he's your father.” you question, laying back down, slotting your arms around rafe instead of the usual other way around.

“yeah, and therefore anytime i differ slightly from him, it's a huge disappointment.”

“well… then fuck him.”

rafes eyebrows raise up at your bold words, not used to sharing you cuss often and definitely not against someone.

“you're the best and if he doesn't see that, then that's his loss. if he doesn't completely love you, he's out of his mind because he's known you all your life and ive only known for a couple months and i love you.”

rafe launches forward, lips pressing harshly against yours, a mix of tongue and lips sliding over each other's as you kiss. the passion rafe is putting in is unlike any other time, and you know what you want.

“take me upstairs, rafe.” you nod as he looks at you for confirmation.

rafe picks you up, carrying you effortlessly up the stairs until he's in his bedroom and placing you gently down on the soft sheets.

“are you sure?” rafe asks, hovering over top of you.

“im sure. i love you. i want this.”

rafe nods, then gulps. “why am i the one nervous now.” he ducks his head, and you swear you see the slightest tinge of pink on his cheeks. “i love you too. ive never said that to anyone before but��� i love you. i am in love with you. i want you and only you.”

“oh, rafe.” you coo out, sitting up to kiss him. you intend for it to be a soft kiss, a gentle caress but it quickly turns fiery.

“god, you've turned me soft.” rafe says, making you laugh.

“not all of you…” you can feel a certain part pressing against you that is not soft at all.

“yeah, but he'll have to wait. not his turn yet. first…” rafe smirks at you. “i need to worship you with my hands. then my mouth. and then ill take you properly.”

rafe gives you no time to complain as his hands delve under your shirt, stroking the soft skin of your stomach, eyes staying on your face in case even a flicker of doubt comes across it.

his hands slowly move up until he's cupping your chest over your bra, keeping everything concealed by your shirt as you get used to the feeling of his large palms engulfing your breast.

“take my shirt off.” you tell rafe. “im okay.” 

rafe nods, but his movements are still slow as he peels your top away. “you're a lot better than okay, baby.”

you can feel rafes eyes on your chest, but it just makes you happy, wanting to share this with him and only him. you make the next move, reaching behind your back to unclip your bra.

“shh, slow down.” rafes hands cover yours. “i know you want this, but let me just… appreciate you.”

rafe nudges your legs apart and lowers himself in between, pressing kisses against your stomach. his movements are so soft, covering your entire belly before moving up.

rafe kisses over the swell of your breast that's pressing against your bra cup, tongue occasionally flicking out to tease underneath the fabric.

rafe picks his head up to ask if you're still doing okay, but upon seeing your face, he knows he doesn't need to. 

your eyes are already glazed over, blissed out and mouth ajar as you slowly blink down at rafe. “more.”

rafe smiles and tugs your bra away, mouth dropping over your nipple with his fingers find the other side, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the bud as his tongue does the same.

his movements continue until your nipples harden. he pulls away only to quickly switch to the other side.

“feels good.” you whimper, hands finding the back of rafes head, holding him to your chest.

“not as good as it feels to have my mouth on you.” rafe moans against your skin, tongue flicking out to press against your breast like he can't get enough of it.

“you can… you can touch me um…” you're about to say down there which just sounds stupid, but rafe thankfully understands you, his hand reaching down to graze his fingertips over your thighs.

he continues teasing, sweeping every time closer to your center until he delves between, finger rubbing against your covered clit as you gasp, back arching off the bed.

“does that feel good?” rafe asks, a smirk gracing his cheeks.

“y-yeah.” you nod quickly, spreading your legs slightly, ignoring the urge to clench them together and trap rafes hand there.

“can i get these leggings out of the way then?”

“take your shirt off first.” you giggle, looking between your exposed body and rafe still completely clothed.

“yes ma’am.” rafe jokes, making you roll your eyes.

you've seen rafe shirtless before, but this is the first time you've been able to unashamedly check him out as your eyes take in every inch of him, every line of muscle and smattering of hair.

rafe is well aware of your eyes on him, subtly flexing his muscles to make them appear bigger as he peels your leggings off your body. you let out a sigh of relief.

rafe presses himself onto the mattress on your side, partly leaned over you so he can continue to play with your chest.

you allow your eyes to close as his hand rubs against your underwear, swirling over the growing wet patch before moving up to your clit, tapping against it before rubbing.

you let out a soft moan, unable to hold back as a high builds inside of you. rafe suddenly presses forward, his hips thrusting against thigh, needing some sort of relief for his hard cock.

“you… you can fuck me now.” you tell rafe, not wanting to have him suffer in waiting.

“two orgasms first.” rafe says, focusing back on rubbing your clit, determined to get you there once before diving between your legs, even though he could drool right now just from the thought.

“i- ohhh.” whatever you were going to say in protest is forgotten as rafe adds a second finger, working them in sync around and over your clit.

“come on baby.” rafe says, breath hot against your neck as he moves up, pressing kisses and nipping gently at your sensitive skin. “i need you to cum for me.”

rafes mouth connects with yours, swallowing your moans as your arms wrap around his shoulders. it only takes a few more moments of his intense rubbing for you to feel something break. your high rushes over you as you cum loudly, squealing and hiding your face in rafes neck as your entire body shakes, surprised by how intense the feeling is.

“i got you.” rafe says softly, his fingers slowing to take you through your high, not stopping until your body slumps against the mattress.

“god, that was beautiful baby.” rafe kisses your forehead, not caring that there's the slightest sheen of sweat covering it. “if you need to stop now…”

“no!” you say quickly, eyes shooting open. “absolutely not, i need you.”

“gonna take your panties off then, yeah?” rafe makes sure you nod before moving lower, sighing with happiness as he pulls the last barrier away. 

you don't even hesitate for a second before spreading your legs wide, letting rafe see every single part of you.

rafe looks up at you, a sense of seriousness in his eyes and tone. “you're beautiful. you're absolutely beautiful.”

rafe leans forward, and all it takes is a quick lick through your wetness to have you screaming out in pleasure.

“delicious.” rafe mumbles, pushing his hips into the bed for some relief as his tongue explores your pussy, purposely avoiding your clit knowing you're still coming down from your high.

“i- oh my god.” you squeeze your eyes shut as your hands grip onto the sheets. “i never thought it could feel so good.”

“only because you're with me baby.” rafe presses kisses to your open thighs. “no other man could make you feel this good.”

you chuckle and shake your head. “relax rafe, im not thinking about anyone else, trust me.”

“just making sure.” rafe grins up at you.

his attention quickly returns to your cunt as his tongue makes broad stripes through your folds, flicking over your clit every time he reaches it.

you're almost sure that you can't cum again so soon, that your body surely isn't able to, but your high builds steadily with every swipe of rafes tongue.

despite pressing his hips forward into the bed, rafe barely pays attention to himself, too wrapped up in swirling his tongue to taste every inch of you, wondering how he managed to hold off so long when he's spent so many nights in the same bed as you.

rafe refocuses on your clit, lips suctioning around it as his eyes flicker up to you, watching the surprise and pleasure across your face.

rafe knows he can't let you cum too soon as he raises his hand to prod a finger against your entrance. rafe can tell by how wet you are that opening you up should be easy and painless, and he couldn't probably enter you right now with no issue, but he won't risk it.

rafe keeps his eyes on your face as one long finger pushes inside of you, feeling your gummy walls clench around him at the sudden intrusion, but your face doesn't change from the consistent moans.

rafe begins to pump the finger as his tongue surges forward to press against your clit, tapping the bundle of nerves in the same rhythm as his finger entering you.

“oh- oh my god im close!” you squeal, only spurred closer when rafe fits a second finger inside, your slick making it easy and seamless.

rafe picks up the speed, occasionally scissoring his fingers and feeling your walls give way to his movements.

you thighs attempt to close, the pressure suddenly sending you over the edge, but rafe lays a hand against your leg and keeps them open as your high hits, body shaking as you scream out, clenching repeatedly around rafes fingers.

“mmm.” rafe hums against your clit, pulling away only to press a kiss to your core. “can't wait to feel you squeezing ‘round my cock like that.”

rafe kneels between your legs, watching your chest rise and fall, your nipples perky and pink from his attention. your body is completely slack from the intensity of the two orgasms as rafe undoes the buttons on his pants.

“do you want me to… do anything?” you ask.

“no.” rafe shakes his head. “this is all about you baby. ill teach you exactly how i like to be touched some other time.”

“okay.” you nod, glad that you can just relax and let rafe do all the work, especially knowing he's far more experienced than you are.

“you can touch me if you want though.” rafe offers, tugging his pants down so just his underwear is covering his cock, tight against his thighs and clearly bulging against the material.

“i- yeah.” you sit up, forcing your tired body through with the excitement and adrenaline of finally doing this with rafe.

your hand pets over his thigh, moving closer and closer until his cock twitches like it's calling out for you to touch him.

you place your hand firmly over his length, squeezing gently as rafes jaw drops open. such a simple motion but he's surprised how much better it feels having it be you touching him rather than a random girl he has no feelings for.

“god, baby.” rafe groans as you open your palm and stroke it over his length from base to tip. “you're already making me feel so good.”

“want me to keep going?”

rafe is so lost in the feeling he doesn't even realize you've asked him a question until a minute later when his hand rests over yours, stopping you. “no, in fact, i need you to stop before this ends way too soon.”

you can't help but giggle, wrapping your hand around rafes neck and giving him a kiss. “how do you want me?”

“you can lay on your back, or hands and knees, however you want. you can be on top too.” rafe offers as he reaches to his nightstand, digging out a condom.

“um… ill just stay like this.” you say, laying back, knowing you can change your mind later if you need to.

“perfect.” rafe smiles at you, leaning over to press a kiss to your tummy. “you're so perfect.”

you're about to respond when rafe pulls his underwear down and all other thoughts leave your mind.

“like what you see?” rafe smirks, his cock hard and seeming even bigger now that its not hidden by any fabric.

you squeeze your thighs together, and it's the only cue rafe needs to see to understand how much you want this. he wastes no time rolling the condom over his cock, sheathing himself in the latex. it's a non negotiable for your first time, not wanting to overwhelm you with worry about getting pregnant or not liking the feeling of his cum inside you.

rafe is excited for the day when he doesn't need a barrier, but he can wait for you.

“just relax.” rafe says, laying himself down over you. “it'll be better if you don't tighten your muscles. if it does hurt at all-”

you interrupt rafe with a kiss. “ill tell you. i know.”

rafe smiles at you, his cheeks stretching even further when his cock pushes forward and rubs through your folds, covering the condom in your slick.

rafe reaches down to line his cock up with your entrance, pushing in very slowly just in case you change your mind at any minute. he pauses when he feels your hips rise up and body tighten, only for you to take a deep breath and relax a moment later.

“feel so good, baby.” rafe says earnestly, pausing fully pushed inside of you, letting himself enjoy your warmth.

“i- just give me one second.” rafe pushing against your walls feels good, but you need a moment to adjust, hips moving up and down then side to side. “okay.” you nod. “you can move now.”

rafe presses a kiss to your lips as he begins to move, the make out turning into open mouthed moans as his hips swing back and forth, fucking into you with a steady rhythm.

“ohhhh!” you moan out as rafe speeds up slightly, your hands coming to hold onto his biceps, bulging as he keeps himself held up above you.

“that's it, baby.” rafe praises you as your thighs spread further apart, opening your pussy further for him. 

“i really like it.” you whine, back arching as rafe digs his cock in deeper, pausing every couple thrusts to circle his hips and grind into you.

“i like it too.” rafe hums. “best ive ever had.”

you roll your eyes, certain any of his other hookups are more experienced and a better time than you, but rafe won't let your doubts slide.

“im serious, baby.” rafe says, not pausing his thrusts as he speaks. “it's because i am completely in love with you.”

“come here.” you pull rafe into a kiss, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to keep him close.

“you're so good i don't know how long ill last.” rafe admits.

“i-i already think i could too.” you giggle. “if you just touch me down there.”

“im gonna hold off as long as possible though.” rafe vows. “wanna give you the best time.”

“you already have.” you kiss rafe deeply, obsessed with the taste of his lips, the way they slide against yours and his tongue pokes out to enter your mouth, exploring every inch he can.

rafe picks up his pace and depth of his thrusts, knowing now that you've had plenty of time to get used to the feeling. despite wanting to give you the best experience and focus just on the pleasure of being together, he has to put his mind elsewhere to not cum too soon.

“so wet.” rafe groans, head tipping back as the sounds of your wetness gushing with his every thrust, the sound invading his ears along with the slapping of skin.

“ive never felt like this before.” you admit shyly.

“you're gonna feel this a lot more often.” rafe laughs softly, swallowing thickly when he realizes just seeing your smile and the light in your eyes pushes him closer to the edge.

“gonna touch you now, baby.” rafe shifts his weight slightly to one side, hand ghosting down your stomach before he places the pad of his thumb directly over your clit.

“oh, oh!” you squeal. “rafe!”

rafe keeps pumping into you as you moan, your high suddenly bursting forward, unable to hold back even a second longer as your legs wrap around rafes hips and pull him in.

rafe let's out a sigh of relief as he cums as deep inside of you as he can, bodies pressed flush together.

--

“do you have sunscreen?” you ask. “i know it's autumn and we aren't going to be swimming but it's still pretty bright out.”

“yeah, already got some in the bag.” rafe had woken up early and stayed cuddling you in bed for as long as he could before knowing he needed to get the day started.

while he let your body recover from last night activities, he prepared every single boat anchored on the dock so you could choose any one you wanted, as well as prepared a bag and cooler for the day.

by the time rafe crawled back into bed, you were blinking your eyes open.

“perfect.” you smile and give rafe a quick peck, taking the bag from his hands so he can carry the cooler. you shot down his protest with a quick look.

“fine.” rafe grumbles. “you can carry this one thing.”

“considering i don't even have to lift a finger when you're around, i really don't mind.” you chuckle, following rafe out the back door and across the patio to the long expansive dock stretching deep into the water.

“so…” rafe begins. “there's a smaller speedboat, a pontoon and then obviously the yacht.”

“is it okay if we take the pontoon?” you ask.

“anything you want.” rafe nods. “we got the pontoon for wheezie and her friends, but it's a nice smooth ride and a lot of space. when it gets warmer out im absolutely taking you for a swim.”

“that actually sounds really fun.” you admit. you swam in the ocean a lot in norfolk, always going to virginia beach to be alone with the sand and the calming waves whenever your anxiety levels got too high.

“mhm.” rafe nods. “fun for me too, get you out in a tiny little bikini, away from all other people…”

“oh my god.” you roll your eyes as you laugh. “we had sex once and you're already fantasizing!”

“i was fantasizing about you since the moment i saw you in my seat.” rafe takes the cooler and sets it on the pontoon before taking the bag from you. “i was just gentlemanly enough to keep it to myself.”

“sure.” you roll your eyes again, but it's all in jest, rafe knows you find him hilarious and love his silly jokes. rafe, to prove his gentleman status, reaches a hand down to help you up onto the boat.

“so…” rafe gives you a quick tour, showing you where towels are stored, even though you're not planning on swimming, and lifejackets, just in case.

“but seriously, it's basically impossible to sink a pontoon. you're very safe.” rafe stresses.

“it's okay.” you say. “i trust you, really.”

“my girl.” rafe pulls you onto his lap as he sits down in the captains seat.

rafe navigates easily through the waters, pointing out different landmarks along the coast. “thank you for showing me your home.” you tell rafe, pressing your back into his chest as you round a cove and the wind picks up slightly. “ill show you norfolk one day but it's not as pretty as here.”

“i can't wait to raise kids here.” rafe says. “teach them how to fish and golf and drive the boats.”

“you think about kids?” you turn on rafes thigh to look at him rather than the scenery.

“our kids.” rafe winks at you, causing you to giggle and press your face into his neck, but he really means it, especially bringing you back to his home. he could imagine toddlers footsteps running around tanneyhill.

“you're sweet.” you kiss his cheek.

“don't let that get around.” rafe squeezes your hip as he steers with one hand. “it'll ruin my reputation around here.”

“oh yeah?” you raise your eyebrows. “tell me more about this reputation…”

you happily listen to rafe talk until your stomach starts to growl. he picks up on it quickly, moving the boat further out so you can float down the coast while you eat.

you continue to talk all through lunch, snacking on what rafe had packed.

“there's a million things i want to show you around the island, which means you'll have to start spending all your breaks here if you're not going home.”

“let's see how your family likes me first…” you mutter, giving rafe a look.

“relax. they'll love you. my dad will just be happy i found someone serious. that was the main point of him sending me to duke, was to get my shit together. and i look at you… and i want to be perfect for you. i love you so much.”

--

“this movie is boring.” you groan. “how can you make a movie about sharks and have it be boring as hell?”

“we can change it.” rafe offers, going to grab the remote when you stop him.

“no, im too deep into it now. i just want to complain.” rafe nods at your explanation and cuddles back into the couch, pulling you in tight to him.

“well…” he whispers in your ear, breath causing you to shiver. “since you're bored, how about i entertain you?”

you're not sure what rafe means until his hand pushes between your thighs, three fingers pressing against your core and rubbing.

“ohhh.” you moan out softly, eyes fluttering closed. 

“sorry, love.” rafe says. “i couldn't wait until we got up into bed, not with my family getting home tomorrow. i need you too bad.”

“in… in my pants, please.” you take rafes hand, moving quicker for him to slip it below the hem and into your pajama pants, where rafe is pleased to find you aren't wearing any underwear.

his fingers stroke through your folds, feeling your wetness steadily growing before his finger prods against your entrance, slipping in with ease.

rafe watches as your eyes open to watch a scene playing out on the television before they close again when another boring part comes on, another monologue when you expected action.

“feel good?” rafe asks, glad that you aggressively nod. 

“don't you dare stop.” you spread your thighs a little wider, having to lift a leg over his to give him even more room to press into you, hand pressing in so his palm can rub against your clit.

“as soon as this stupid movie is done im taking you upstairs and fucking you so hard.” rafe growls the last words, putting all the effort he can into fingering you and massaging your clit that he possibly can.

his eyes light up when your back arches, mouth opening as small moans fall from your lips before you turn into a shaking mess as your high breaks, reaching down to stop rafes hand as you immediately become oversensitive.

“yum.” rafe says, pulling his hand away to lick your wetness off his fingers.

“ill just read the synopsis later, come on.” you tell rafe, standing up off the couch and pulling him up the stairs.

--

“please, call me ward.” rafes father says, graciously giving you a hug.

“well, it's nice to meet all of you.” you say with a wide smile on your face to hide your nerves, looking between rafes step mom rose and his littlest sister wheezie who looks genuinely excited to meet you. “and thank you so much for letting me stay in your beautiful home.”

“we were so glad when rafe told us he met someone.” rose lays a hand over her chest. “and my goodness, you're just even better than we imagined.

“she's a keeper for sure.” rafe places an arm around your waist, smiling down at you as you tuck your head down, cheeks tinging pink.

“so, you've got to tell us all about yourself.” ward sweeps his arm towards the living room, and soon you're all chatting on the couch that rafe fingered you on the night before. you push the memory to the back of your mind as you answer all of wards questions (and occasionally a few from wheezie).

“im a duke alumni myself.” ward says.

“oh, im well aware.” you chuckle. “your name is plastered all over the school. i think it's amazing that you invest in your alma mater.”

hours go by, rose insisting you all eat dinner together, before rafe finally has you alone in his room.

“god, they love you.” rafe says, watching you while you changing into pajamas, making him promise he wouldn't try anything with his parents under the same roof.

“i was trying to say all the right things.” you giggle. “i really like wheezie though, she's sweet.”

“im sure she won't argue if you want to take her out shopping tomorrow.” rafe offers.

“id actually love that. maybe ill invite sarah too so i can actually meet her.” sarah had ward drop her off at her boyfriend's house before they even came back home from their vacation, but you can't blame her for being a teen in love.

“ill give you my card then.” rafe says. you roll your eyes. rafe pays for everything, not that it even makes a dent in what you know he's being given as an allowance from ward and cameron enterprises.

“thanks babe.” you climb into bed, snuggling under the covers as rafe sets an alarm on his phone and makes sure both of yours are plugged in and charging.

“come here.” rafe opens up his arms once he's also under the covers, and you're glad to snuggle into his chest, heart rate instantly slowing and breathing deepening just from your cheek being pressed against his tshirt.

--

“rafe.” you hum, placing a hand on his thigh as he starts up the car.

“yeah baby?” rafe is fully prepared for you to ask to drive, or tell him you're not ready to go yet. he's willing to make whatever concessions needed to get you back to duke.

“can we make a stop in rahleigh? that's where my… friend from high school lives now, and id like to stop by quickly and just tell her im okay and that i accept her apologies.”

rafe nods, blinking away a few tears as he reaches over to give you a tight hug. “im so proud of you baby.”

you press your face into rafes neck, knowing you can do this when you have rafe by your side.

-- four years later --

“are you nervous?” rafe asks, watching you adjust the cap on your head.

“actually, no.” you admit honestly. “and if i do get nervous,” you turn away to face rafe. “ill just look at you.”

“oh god, come here.” rafe pulls you in tight, kissing the top of your head. 

“alright, come on.” you step out of the hug before it can go any further. “i dont wanna be late to my own graduation.”

“ah, you know i can delay it all with one phone call.” rafe tugs on your hand, tempting you back towards the bed.

“show off.” you roll your eyes, allowing rafe to pull you back to the mattress.

[mcmorare]

one week into the semester and i'm already starting to get a blister from writing so many notes 🙃

[imrllytootiredforthis]

The ‘bad’ kind of desire

pairing: soobin x reader

synopsis: you can't touch him, because he's too innocent, too sweet. but god you wish you could.

warnings: implied fem reader (can't remember if it's outright said), dom reader, sub soobin, masturbation, fingering, lowkey corruption kink, mentioned mommy kink, think that's really it

a/n: the first portion of this fic has been in my drafts since roughly july last year and was in my notes app for a few months - at least - longer than that so don't even ask me how old this really is, but at least it's out!!😭

“Am I bad person?”

Beomgyu scoffs, looking at you with eyebrows raised. He nearly laughs at the ridiculous statement coming from your mouth.

"What?"

And that makes him lose it, unable to even hold it back as he barks out a laugh, looking at you as if you've grown a second head. 

It’s a hard thing to fathom coming from you given that you’ve definitely never had any qualms about your morality when it comes to this kind of stuff. “Really? You’re asking me that?”

His best friend sits across the room, oblivious to the conversation, his headphones pulled over his ears, the game he’s playing flashing on the computer screen in front of him.

Soobin.

Sweet sweet Soobin, messy blonde hair left unbrushed, pajamas still on, not bothering to change as this was all he was planning to do all day.

Sweet Soobin who you can’t help but want to play with. 

Who you can’t help but imagine how pretty he’d look with tears in his eyes.

"I'm not fucking around Gyu-am I a bad person?"

You groan and flop over on the couch, rolling over to rest your head in Beomgyu’s lap, looking up at him with a comically-in his opinion-concerned expression. 

He gives you nothing but an exaggerated eye-roll. "Don't even start."

“But aren’t I?” You look again at the boy across the room, wondering why, why he had to be so stupidly adorable. His lips were twisted into a small pout and why it was so fucking cute.

Why? You wondered, feeling like this was all you were doing nowadays.

Beomgyu resists the urge to roll his eyes at you for the second time in a row, now at the way that you look at his best friend like some kind of lovesick fool, especially considering that all you really wanted was get into his pants. It didn’t really make sense, but hey, who was he to judge? 

“Why? Just because you want to rock his shit? Step on him and make him cry? That makes you question your morality? Out of everything that you've done?”

You gasp, slapping his chest. “He’s right there.” You hiss, not exactly denying the words.

He ignores that, shoving you off of him. He knows as well as you do that those headphones are the expensive noise cancelling ones that he'd gotten from you last Christmas. He barely hear himself yelling at his online teammates much less your hushed conversation.

You look at him as if you want to take him out on a nice picnic date and let him lay his head in your lap while playing with his hair pointing at clouds. Which Beomgyu couldn’t really see in any world, you were never really the type. 

But who knows? Maybe you were really just that eager for his dick at this point-or the more probable scenario-have him on your dick, that it broke something inside you.

“Why’re you so concerned now? Not like you had any issues with Yeonjun or Taehyun. Hell, you kept up everyone else in the dorms,” His voice goes higher as he attempts to poorly mock his roommates. “‘Y/N, more~’ ‘please, I need it-need y-‘“

“Shut the hell up.” You spit, quickly covering his mouth with your hand while your eyes flicker once more to him, still staring intently at his game.

Really, why were you so concerned now? 

Beomgyu was right. You’d had no problem doing the same to them, to Tae and Yeonjun, but they were different-he was different. 

Soobin was different than any of them. They were the product of having fun with someone you knew like the back of your hand and vice versa. Simply satisfying-albeit unimportant-a matter of getting your rocks off with people you knew could find your clit and would let you hit it from the back.

Soobin was Soobin though. The sweet boy who looked at you with the most innocent smile. 

Who got all blushy and embarrassed when you so much as lightly and non-vulgarly flirted with him.

He’d squeak and duck his head away when you called him bunny - again, non-vulgarly, trying to hide the fact that he was blushing and it turned him on-just a little bit.

In other words, painfully obviously, it was clear.

“He’s a virgin!” You hiss, hand still clamped over his mouth despite his garbled reply. You know just as well as Beomgyu knows how bitchless his friend is. Despite the fact that offers for him were nearly endless he was too shy, too awkward to accept said advances. “-I can’t take that away from him, it needs to be special, it needs-“

Your hand, still over his mouth is touched by something warm and wet and you shriek, pulling away quickly with a look of disgusted horror. “Are you serious right now?”

“Fight me bitch, I will not hesitate.” He growls, looking triumphant with the fact that you’ve now backed up to the edge of the couch.

You roll your eyes at him, looking once again at Soobin.

Fuck, why does he have to be so adorably innocent?

Beomgyu rolls his eyes, wiping at his mouth. "Just trust me, he'd be happy to be used by you. He might be a virgin, but he's nowhere near innocent."

"And what do you mean by that?" You sit against the arm of the couch, wiping Beomgyu's saliva onto the cushions.

He lets out a dry laugh, glancing back at Soobin before reaching for the previously forgotten remote control. "It means he wouldn't be as freaked as you think he would be if he found your sex toy collection."

—-

You suppose Soobin had always been special in some sort of way.

Always there over the span of time that you'd known all of them. Sitting off to the side while you hung out with the others. In his own room while you were fucking around with his other roommates. Playing his game while you were hanging out with Gyu.

He'd caught your eye more than once or twice, or three times over the years.

He was hot. You'd never discount that. Hot in the loser-y, adorable, cute, corruptible kind of way.

But then again, that kind of was your type if you thought about it.

You'd never been particularly close with him like you'd been with the others. He'd never made much effort to hang out with you but he was there when all the others were, if not one-on-one.

And he got really, really embarrassed when you tried to flirt with him like you did the others.

You didn't mind much, you'd just come under the impression that he was kind of scared of women. Which was also kind of cute.

But Beomgyu was right when he'd said that you'd never cared much about morals in the first place.

It didn't matter how close of friends or if they were a virgin or whatever other silly things that made things like that 'trivial'.

Life was too short to pretend you didn't feel things and besides. Sometimes, you really, just...didn't care.

And it wasn't personal, when you wanted someone, you would pursue it and if there was now friend groups you'd single handedly broken up, well they'd clearly made it personal themselves because you always made it very clear that there was no feelings involved.

Besides the raw, hot tension that made your skin tingle like your nerves were livewire.

Soobin was different though, special.

You felt bad for wanting him. For wanting to dirty him up.

He was something pure, something beyond and above you, perhaps and that was something you weren't willing to ruin, no matter what Beomgyu told you.

—-

"Fuck," he panted, "please,"

The room was dark, the light of his laptop being the only thing illuminating his face.

"Please,"

Sounds filled his ears through the crappy pair he'd owned for years, refusing to get wireless ones.

"Please."

"Bet you fucking like that, don't you?" The voice, only a few octaves higher than your own, still sent shivers down his spine.

Close enough.

"You're a such a dirty slut, you know?"

He whined into his sleeve, a sweater paw pressed over his mouth to keep the moans at bay. "I'm sorry, no, no please I'm sorry~" It wasn't doing a very good job muffling his voice though.

"I need it~"

The video seemed to respond to his desperate pleas. "If you need it so fucking bad then you'll be a good boy and wait for mommy's permission. You hear me?"

Or maybe he'd just watched this video so many times he'd memorized all of the male counterpart's lines. "Yes mommy," he panted, "I'll be good, I-I'll wait for your permission!"

He wouldn't. He knew he wouldn't.

He couldn't, as much as he prided himself on being a good boy. This time he knew he wouldn't even make it through the seven minute and thirty-two second video.

Not with you in the next room.

He couldn't tell if you were with Yeonjun or Taehyun. It didn't really matter either way.

Because he would only focus on you.

You weren't loud, having endured enough of Beomgyu's teasing and gripes about your sexual habits. He decided he hated Beomgyu for that.

But he could hear your pants through the paper-thin walls, heavy and followed by your quiet praises. "Sweet boy," you cooed, just as the porn on his laptop continued, "Naughty boy, such a messy little-" He ripped the earbuds out mid-sentence.

He wanted to hear you.

Not some substitute for the real thing.

He could imagine if you walked it on him right now.

Laying spread out on his bed, pants not even all the way off-just messily pulled below his hips, just enough for his dick to breathe properly and for his hand to easily slide up and down with the amount of pre-cum leaking from the tip.

"Fucking please." He moaned, quiet and needy.

You'd see him a mess, his soaked through sleeves catching the drool from his lips, teeth biting into the soft fabric to keep from crying out too loud.

You'd see him shamelessly fucking up into his fist, calling out pleas with no one there to hear him.

"C'mon baby, you can take it, take it all for me." Your voice was accompanied by the wet sounds of what, Soobin wasn't completely sure but his mind quickly conjured a few different theories. "That's it, a little more~"

Fuck him, he wished you were speaking to him.

Cockwarming him, your pussy wrapped around his dick, warm and wet and squeezing around him so good. Fluttering kisses over his face and throat as you teased along the length of him, slowly lifting up just to agonizingly sink back down onto him, clenching tight while he moaned into a kiss.

Or stroking him to another orgasm, making him cum again and again until his body was shaking and tears streaming down his cheeks. Telling him he could take more, do it one more time, for you. Because whatever pain you'd inflict would be worth it, after all it was your hands doing the damage.

"Fuck you look so pretty like this, just makes me wanna fucking wreck you. Turn you into a mindless whore on my dick."

Fuck, so that was what it was.

His mind managed to come up with one more picture through the haze.

You'd have his wrists pinned over his head with one hand, over him, keeping him down with a surprising amount of strength.

God, he could imagine the way you'd look at him. Maybe you'd be kind and gentle, sweet words and a sweet hand, fulfilling every one of his fantasies while calling him your sweet little bunny.

Like you were with whoever you were with on the other side of that wall.

But he doubted it. Or, he hoped not at least.

In his head you'd be meaner, crueler. Look at him with dark, hungry eyes and watch in a sadistic sort of glee when he cried, when he whined, when he begged and pleaded for more.

You'd thrust into him, hard and punishing, slowing down just to make sure that he wasn't crying from serious pain before you'd slam your hips against his, driving the tip of the toy dead into his prostate.

He'd beg you, plead you to slow down, to be nicer to him.

You'd tell him no. Tell him to be a good boy, voice patronizing and low, tell him only good boys get rewards.

God, that’s what he needed right now.

Needed you.

Your words, your touch, your scent, your presence even. You eyes on him, watching as he fell apart.

Not you fucking someone else in a different room.

Liquid heat flowed through his body, scorching and consuming every coherent thought.

"More."

He imagined it was you. Your hands all over him, pressing up against his throat, fondling his balls, purposely, maliciously ignoring where he needed to be touched most while you drove into him over and over and over until he was screaming in ecstasy.

It wasn’t enough, not nearly 

"You just love my cock, don't you angel? Love being fucked by me into a mindless whore?"

He silently cracked the lube open, lathering his fingers in it before letting them drift lower.

He'd done this before, but it had been awhile and the stretch was beyond overwhelming with your words ringing through the wall.

“You’re just a little angel, aren’t you, bunny?” And he pressed a finger inside, thrusting shallowly, breath picking up as you got louder.

"No, you're not an angel. You're a fucking whore, taking it like you were made for it, huh?" A second finger, following the first, scissoring himself open with a quiet gasp.

"Yeah? Fuck, is that it?" You laugh and he swears it's right in his ear, ringing through his head. "'m gonna make you scream for me baby,"

He whines in frustration, his fingers not deep enough - you not deep enough inside of him. No, he needs it deeper, harder.

More.

"Get on top of me baby, ride me," you mutter, so far but so close.

He can imagine, as he settles on his knees, that the pillow he straddles is you. That his legs are around your hips. That his fingers, positioning on the bed under him is your dick and your hands are pressing against his hips, holding him in place.

"You're mine, you hear that? Mine. My perfect little slut, taking my cock like a pretty little slut." His body trembles, eyes rolling back as he slowly sinks down onto three fingers.

"Your's." He moans in reply.

And finally, finally, he reaches his prostate, hitting it head on with his fingers.

Stars burst behind his eyelids as they slip shut, back arching into the intrusion. He could cry, he thinks distantly that he maybe is.

But it doesn't matter.

Because your hands are on his hips, controlling his movements, leading him the way you want him to ride your cock.

Up,

"Slut." You whisper.

and down,

"Whore." You lean up, teeth nipping at his neck but not hard enough to leave marks.

over,

"Baby," Breathing over the shell of his ear.

and over,

"Good boy~" Teasingly biting at his earlobe.

harder,

"Bunny," Kissing along his jaw.

faster,

"Mine." Across his cheek.

deeper.

Just barely there, ghosting across his lips-

"-Cum for me baby,"

And he does. With his mouth hung open, drool covered sleeve long forgotten over. With his eyebrows furrowed and body curled into itself, fingers pressed against his prostate.

Ropes of cum covering his chest, and his face. Some reaching his lips and his chin, staining his skin and landing in his open mouth.

"Fuck,"

And on the other side of the wall, "Good boy,"

a/n: i was thinking about making a part two but honestly if it took me a year to find the inspiration to finish this one, i'm not sure a second one will ever come out😭

[gh0stsp1d3r]

I BEG YOU TO PLEASEEEEE DO SOME SFW AND NSFW ALPHABET HEAD-CANONS FOR LOGAN (Wolverine) THAT MAN HAS ME ON FERAL MODE 👹👹👹

Logan Howlett SFW alphabet

A/n: hehe, genie does as you wish, anon. Had to hop onto my computer for this one.

warnings: sfw hcs. Might do the nsfw in a seperate thing. Not proofread.

MASTERLIST | Kofi

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. Contrary to some peoples beliefs, when Logan’s in a relationship, he loves hard. he’s surprisingly gentle.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. It takes him a while to say that he loves you. He’s not used to this, any of it. He says he cares about you, and that he wants nothing more for than you to be safe, but he’s always stopping himself before he lets the words spill out. He shows his affection by his actions, mostly.

B= Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start)

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. Logan’s not usually the “friend” type. It takes him a while to get used to it all. But when he does… he’s a nice guy.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. It surprises you, and he’s just confused as to why you would even want to be friends either him. It starts rather slowly, and the two of you just click really quick.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. He is loyal, protective, and he’s that kind of guy to only have a soft spot for you.

C= Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. He’s been deprived of physical touch most of his life. He used to hate the idea of even touching you at first, mostly in fear he would hurt you on accident with his claws.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. He’s super hesitant to even get in bed with you. But it happens, extremely slowly.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. And once he’s finally comfortable enough to actually cuddle with you, he fucking loves it. He loves the physical attention that he’s never felt before.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. An arm around your waist, or shoulder, your skin against his, and he’s usually the big spoon.

D= Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. Before you, he never really thought of it. He never thought he was ever cut out for it.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. After? He wants nothing more than to settle down with you and maybe have kids. If you want. But he craves that life.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. Okay cooker, not so great cleaner.

E= Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. Probably does it to “protect” you in some way. He doesn’t want to see you be hurt because of him again. You’re his soulmate, the reason he lives, he doesn’t want to, but he feels like he needs to.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. It would be after an argument, you practically storming in your room, locking yourself in the bathroom. He sighed, leaning against the door, listening to you choke out a sob.

He lost his temper on you, the one person he thought he needed to protect.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. He does it silently, making that decision then and there. He leaves a longggg note, packing everything he had.

F= Fiance (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. He’s lowkey scared of commitment, hence why it took a little for him to trust and get into a relationship with you. But the idea of marriage, and just settling down makes his heart pick up a beat.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. He wouldn’t want to rush into anything, and takes a lil to propose until he’s sure that you want to.

G= Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. Well, we know Logan. He’s a pretty rough, gruff, dude.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. He didn’t even know he could be gentle until he met you.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. He has his moments when he accidentally uses too much of his strength with you, like when youre hugging and his arm wraps tighter around you a little too tight. But overall, he’s a big softy at heart for the right person.

H= Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it and what is it like?)

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. He loves hugs with you. adores them. whether you’re taller or shorter than him, he LOVES THEM. It gives him sm comfort when he can hold you and you can hold him :3

I= I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. it takes him a longggg time. the words feel foreign on his lips, he’s never really said that to anyone except you.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. And the way you beam up at him when he does say it has him smiling back.

J= Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they get jealous?)

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. He gets extremely jealous at times. he’ll be silent about it for a while, a little bit more angrier than usual, quieter.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. He will wrap an arm protectively around, glaring at the man who’s attempting to flirt with you.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. There’s also other times where he has to tell the guy to actually back off, and he has no problem doing so.

K= Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪.

L= Little ones (How are they around children?)

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. Also im talking strictly movie Logan for this once becuz comic Logan is obviously not a good dad LMFAOO.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. I said this before, I’ll say it again. GIRL DAD.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. omfg like have you see this man with like Laura and rogue? adorable.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. he pretends to have that rough, tough guy persona on but you know deep down he cares for those girls and of sees them as his own.

M= Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. Lazy mornings with his arm firmly draped around your body, holding you tight in his arms. they usually end with you both kissing before getting up for the day, you cooking whatever while he strolls in behind you <3

N= Night (How are nights spent with them?)

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. he always has to have a hand on you, somewhere, he doesn’t care. he usually is spooning you, and the both of you peacefully sleep tg.

O= Open (When will they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or do they reveal little things slowly?)

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. He takes a while to be vulnerable to you. It’s hard for him. He slowly reveals things to you, you basically learn something new about him every day.

P= Patience (How easily are they angered?)

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. We all know Logan and his short temper 😭

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. He tends to lose his patience on you when he’s had a long, hard day and wants to do nothing more than just lounge on the couch. He always feels terrible and ends up apologizing a million times.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. But soon he learns how to control it with you, and knows not to bring his anger home to you.

Q= Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every detail or forget the minor things?)

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. He remembers a lot of stuff about you, tends to forget some things becuz of his old man brain but just remind him and he’ll be like “oh yeah. Got it.”

R= Remember (What is their favorite moment of your relationship?)

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. His favorite memory he has of your relationship was probably the first date. He remembers everything about it.

S= Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. Extremely protective of you.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. He protects you in fights, and literally everything else. At first, he doesn’t like to be protected because he thinks he can take care of himself perfectly fine. but just remind him that it’s okay every once in a while to let his guard down.

T= Try (How much effort do they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. He puts in a shit ton of effort in everything he does when it comes to you. Some of the things he does remember is anniversaries. He’s terrified of losing you.

U= Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. smoking his cigars and drinking is a big one. he’s lowkey addicted.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. His anger issues.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. He also tends to not care about his health overall, it worries you constantly and he’s always saying it doesn’t matter because of his healing factor. You both get into a lot of arguments over that.

V= Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. He could care less. He’s an X-men, he ain’t got time for that shit.

W= Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. 100%, yes. He’s always felt like he was missing something without you. He was independent, alone. Now he can’t live without you.

X= Xtra )A random headcanon for them

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ tbh no clue idk.

Y= Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. he doesn’t really pay that much attention to anything anyone else does like that. he could care less. He will give people a wild side eye tho.

Z= Zzz (What are some sleeping habits of theirs?

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. Snores like fucking crazy. You’re shocked it doesn’t shake the damn house half the time.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. he’s a heavy ass sleeper and can probably sleep through a whole bomb going off.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. He literally cannot sleep without you anymore. 😭

[pomefioredove]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ kudos and enemies to lovers

type of post: fic characters: rook additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, this is ooc I just thought it was funny, rook writing rpf is morally questionable I KNOW. he's a freak author's note: the fanfiction site is made up

"completely ooc. vil would never say this"

Rook Hunt has been staring at the anonymous comment for hours.

He's come back to it five times, taking breaks only to rest his eyes when the harsh glare of the computer screen becomes too much.

It's not so uncommon for him to fall for so little; in just seven words, this anonymous hate had captured his full attention like a rabbit in a snare.

His gloved finger brushes over the enter key.

What to say? How could he possibly express himself in only a few hundred characters, in the comment section under a fanfiction of fifty thousand?

How he wishes they commented from an account... not only could he DM them, he may also have some idea of who they are. What sort of person would know Vil Schoenheit better than him?

No one. That's who.

"Dear Reader: I am sorry to hear you did not like my writing. However, I am inclined to believe I know Vil Schoenheit a modest amount better than you. Merci. -R"

Rook smiles. Eloquent, graceful, but firm. A gentleman like him would never start a fight.

Only finish it.

His curiosity finally put to rest, he responds to the other comments, thanking his usual commenters in detail.

When he scrolls back up to the top, there's something new:

"I sincerely doubt that. and fyi, you couldn't beg vil to be friends with neige"

Ohoho. Those are fighting words, he thinks. A smile creeps across Rook. Well, if it's a fight they want...

"Dear Reader: You doubt it? And how so? -R"

He refreshes the page again and again, hoping for an answer each time. This is the most stimulation he's had all week.

Now, who could this mysterious commentor be? A jealous fan, perhaps? A bitter critic?

Then:

"I was sitting next to him not two hours ago and he'd never say that"

Rook's smile widens. Of course. He should have guessed. The typing quirks, the misspelled words, even the voice in which each comment is written...

Now, he has you right where he wants you.

"Naughty naughty, Prefect. Does our Roi du Poison know you frequent the Vil Schoenheit x reader tag? or have you been keeping secrets again~?"

This time, he doesn't refresh. He knows you won't respond. Rook gets up from his desk and leaves his dorm, knowing just where to find you at this hour, and...

"Bonsoir, Trickster," he lets himself in your room.

As expected, there you are, looking beautifully flustered and vulnerable with your Crowley-approved phone in hand.

His smile sharpens. "Beautiful night, non?"

"I can explain,"

"Ah-ah," he tuts, sitting at the edge of your bed. "Do not be ashamed. I'm not a tattletale... not when I don't have to be."

His voice has a dangerous edge to it, and you give him a suspicious look. "What do you want?"

Rook lets the silence drag on, making you more and more impatient, more nervous, as if he were about to ask for something dangerous.

"Rescind your comments and leave a kudos on my work,"

You blink.

"...That's it?"

"Oui," he says. "...Unless you had something else in mind?"

You sigh. Now it's your turn to drag out the silence.

"...Let me edit your next fic,"

And, subsequently, it's Rook's turn to be surprised. He hadn't been expecting that. How... bold.

He smiles.

"...Ah... a tempting offer, I admit. I am working on something new. Perhaps we should discuss it over dinner?"

You think... and then: "I'm free Friday,"

"Then Friday it will be," Rook says, standing from your bed.

"Until then, mon petit critique~"

[wordsvomit101]

As usual credit to Hiki (@shyanimeboi) for this god sent gift they grace me. The amount of lore drops got me feral, it feels like Christmas, it feels like summer coming.

I won't post all of it since it is best that you go support the original poster at here: Hikifans on X: "Here is part 3 of the story. Sorry it was abit of a long wait, was stuck grinding for satans beginner nightmere candy https://t.co/IStdo8f7Xs #whatinhellisbad" / X (twitter.com)

Anyway here is the ramble

True but I don't lust as much as you girl (no problem with anyone that related to MC, she's just not for me). If I have that much sexual drive in me, for more than 70 guys at that??? I need to check myself out for medical attention, or else I gonna feel dread every time the lust comes (it is surprisingly a thing that I saw people talk about on TikTok)

Ppyong is a deadly combo man, he is cocky but also a masochist. His appearance is so my type too

MC being a freak, as usual, you go sis ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

THE WAY I CHOKE ON MY OWN SPIT- Like wtf do you mean?!!!! Why are you doing this to my fujoshi kokoro??!!! I know you want to do it but how do you want to do it?!! Shibari? Choking? WHat Ishb Ittzdhbjsfbnv?!- *Error*

NAURRRRR ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽ MC DON'T TAKE THIS AWAY FROM ME!!!!

ASK HIM!! ASK HIM TO SPILL IT ALL OUT!! I NEED TO KNOW!! TELL HIM TO SPELL IT OUT-

*Error*

So, uh, they show a close-up shot of Juno's chest and he asks if Minhyeok is hard like his and MC is a bad liar, said "probably" and Juno calls her out on it.

And MC actually admitted and said that Minhyeok's chest is actually "wide like this"???

You did??? But then again why am I surprised that she did, they had to be kissing at some point if they stuck together for more than a decade with that amount of tension between them

Ok so Minhyeok played soccer in high school, MC and he are in different classes and they were going to give him back something they lent. But come across Minhyeok changing in the classroom, pretty standard

Yup, he knows, he definitely knows and he is tempting her. Also, apparently, Minhyeok's chest is toned, but flatter than Juno's, his abs also feel different than Juno's...

If you can't tell I'm furiously taking notes right now, someone on the dev team is looking out for my shipper's heart and I wish that person woke up on the right side of the bed every day and had their taxes filled on time, etc.

Woah that has to be some intense session you got there, I awake until 3am before and I still have energy fueling me.

Relatable, highly so, I got deadlines every day during the semester. You think it's fine when you get used to it after 3-4 weeks but then it hits you with a week's worth of exams that you need to finish within that time while maintaining other stuff outside your major, and then combine it with other stuff outside uni (҂ ꒦ິヮ꒦ິ)

Too high of a standard girl, if I were him, I would already be too high on coffee and delirium to even see what I'm typing on the computer.

I'm surprised he's only tired, I expected some breakdown but then again, it's Minhyeok. The guy built different

Wait that's so cute!!! Awww (∗˃̶ ᵕ ˂̶∗)

Minhyeok sure is deep in his sleep, cause the slightest noise or outside touch would wake me tf up, I will go straight back to sleep later if it is nothing but if this happens it would me start kicking before I could even think

Built like a campus crush and act like a campus crush. If he has time to be good at sports then he most likely be in one of the SKY universities in Korea. If he also doesn't go to Hagwon then that would be even more crazy

Ok rude, you not even gonna clean the wet chair up??? Even if you're my best friend, I would still drag you back to clean the mess yourself cause ain't no way I'm touching the juice that came out of your bussy

THE TENSION IS REAL BOISSS

I know what you are MC and don't worry I won't judge, just tell me how big the file is compare to others

Ok, that is it, love part 3, they feed me a good amount of lores, and thank you again to the heaven-sent Hiki (@shyanimeboi), please watch the full video on their channel. I couldn't do this without them sharing this with all of us for free at that 🛐🛐🛐

Thank you for reading through my fangirling and good days to everyone!

[bqstqnbruin]

Quinn Hughes Teacher AU

Hi hello I wrote a teacher AU with Quinn where this can go one of three ways: 1. this becomes a series with Quinn and Cat and we watch that happen 2. I do it where it's a different player and FMC in a teacher AU universe type of thing or 3. nothing comes of this besides this one thing

Anyway, it's nearly 1:30 am after my best friend's wedding weekend so this is being yeeted into the wild. @nicohischier I finally gave you something with a happy ending, so happy belated birthday (please let this be enough 😭)

Teacher AU series

Warnings: None

WC: 1268

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“Mr. Hughes?” Quinn hears while he’s packing up his bag for the day. He looks up from his desk, one of his students standing under the frame of the doorway, one of the posters he had hung above it just last week already starting to come down. 

“Um,” he hesitates, trying to hide the fact that he didn’t really remember which of his students this was as she walked slowly into his room. She leaned against the desk, a nervous look on her face. Join the club, kid. “Sarah, right?”

She grimaces ever so slightly, trying not to look offended. “Sienna.”

Quinn sighs, shaking his head. “Sorry, Sienna. Still trying to get names down,” he lets out a nervous laugh, Sienna just nodding her head slowly. “What can I do for you?” 

“Can we go over the quiz I took today? I don’t think I did well.”

He had to try to stifle the laugh. She had to have been in the class that took the quiz that morning. There was no way those quizzes were going to be graded before tomorrow. Quinn checks his watch, finding the stack of quizzes on his desk and stuffing them in his backpack along with his laptop. “I actually need to head out for a meeting, but can you come back tomorrow?” Sienna nods her head, a smile on her face as she says goodbye to him. 

Quinn let out a sigh, plopping down on his seat and covering his face. Today was unreasonably long, only one free period on his schedule as it is getting tied up with him trying to figure out what his ‘year long goals’ were. The only thing he could think of was to survive his first year of teaching. Thankfully, Kate helped him figure out a way to say that in a way that would please admin, but he never thought doing that would exhaust him the way he did. 

He makes his way to the faculty meeting, some of the teachers still lingering outside the library talking. He couldn’t wait until the day he was able to not stress about a meeting the way they did, leaning against the wall with what was probably a third or fourth cup of coffee as if they didn’t need to be inside. 

The powerpoint was already being projected on the screen when he walked in, almost every seat already taken at the tables the students normally used during the day. One of the only seats he saw open was next to the one person he was too nervous to sit next to: Cat Mathis. She taught in his department, had already been there teaching for a few years even though she was younger than him, and not only did he catch on to the fact that the students loved her, but that she was the kind of teacher he wished he could be. They were supposed to be sharing a class together, him teaching one of the four sections while she got the other three, but he had been too scared to ask her for help. 

“Is anyone sitting here?” He asks, his hand resting on the back of the chair next to her. She looks up from her computer, the school letterhead on her screen that one of the other teachers told him was for letters of recommendations for seniors, and smiles at him. She tells him to go ahead, his legs shaking with nerves like they did back on the first day of school. 

The meeting starts, Quinn looking around and seeing some of the other teachers taking notes, making him nervous that he should be doing the same. He looks at Cat’s computer, her gaze fixated on the screen in front of her and not on the meeting. If she could do that, why couldn’t he do the same? He pulls out his computer, figuring he could do some work while he was at it, including trying to figure out what he was supposed to be teaching when his students came in the next morning. 

A message pops up on the corner of the screen, Cat’s name appearing with it. How’ve the first few weeks been?

He lets out a sigh, trying to hide the smile that he was fighting against on his face. Exhausting.

Sounds right. Everything going ok? He knew she could see him hesitate, Quinn seeing the smile on her face turning into a worried look out of the corner of his eye. I have to head back to my room after this, come with me?

Quinn looks at her, a genuine smile on his face as he nods at her. His mind wandered the rest of the meeting, not taking in a single piece of information that he probably was going to need later. It ended before he could realize the hours was up, Cat gently resting her hand on his shoulder to snap him out of the trance he had fallen into.

They walk back in silence to her classroom on the other side of the building. Cat sits down at her desk, Quinn awkwardly standing by the door while looking up at her walls. The two of them had a lot of the same posters hanging, which made sense when he considers the fact that they teach the same thing. 

“So,” Cat breaks the silence, causing him to jump. He tries to pass it off as putting his bag down, the smirk on Cat’s face telling him she saw right through him. “What’s been going on?”

Quinn shakes his head. He felt like he barely had time to process most of the first few weeks of the school year, answering that question felt impossible. “Is it always going to be this hard?”

Cat smiles at him again, a warm feeling running through Quinn as she shakes her head. “No, you’re just finding who you are as a teacher.” Quinn cocks his eyebrow at her, leading her to laugh. “I sound like that shitty PD person from in-service. But, I’m not wrong. When I first started, Kate told me that my first year is meant for mistakes. It’s meant for finding how you want to teach, what you want to emphasize, and working out what is the best for you and your students.”

Quinn nods, sitting down. He stares at Cat for a moment, studying her face. God, she made him nervous. “You know the handbook, pretty well, right?”

Cat nods. “The AP my first year made all the new teachers practically memorize it.” 

He could feel himself getting even more nervous. “What does it say about teachers dating?”

“Each other?” He nods again, getting up and grabbing his bag. If this went the way he thought it was going to go, he needed to be able to leave as soon as possible. He could see the corners of her mouth turn up for a moment, his heart racing as he over thought that as a good sign. “As long as one isn’t in a position of power and it doesn’t interfere with their work, teachers dating each other is fine.”

“So, in theory, we could date?” 

Cat nods, biting her lip. “If we both wanted to, yes.” 

“I want to,” Quinn says, a little too fast for his liking. “If you do.”

Cat lets out another laugh. “Mr. Hughes, is this your way of asking me out?”

Quinn drops his head, feeling his cheeks getting red. “It’s going about as well as my lessons, but yes, Ms. Mathis, I’m trying to.” 

“I’d love to go out with you.”

[clumsybriar]

Keegan Russ x Fem! Reader — Checkmate

Keegan Russ x reader

Notes: reader is a hacker and has to remember what Keegan taught her just so she can survive.

Word count: 7,322

Warnings: death of a enemy, bullet wounds, touches on reader having anxiety

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If (y/n) would have known being a hacker was going to put her life in danger she would have doubled it and passed it to the next person.

Here she was though, sitting at a computer as she typed furiously. The blue light was shining in her face as the room was dark.

She wished she was back in college and this was just some stupid exam, but that reality was five years gone.

She couldn’t remember what it was like to be surrounded by people. She had been alone for the past year on the run since she had a big red target on her head. She was in a hotel with the lights off as she would be heading towards New Mexico. She needed to get there and fast.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” She uttered quietly to herself. She took a deep breath as she broke into the federation's firewall.

She reached forward quickly grabbing the pocket watch as she set it for 20 minutes. It was all the time she had to get the information and leave without being detected. And if she stayed any longer, she would be in danger of having to move before the end of the night.

She knew the risks and she needed to find Rorke’s location, after his threat.

“Because if anyone can find me, it’s you and that makes you my worst threat.”

It kept repeating in her head ever since he said it to her. Two years of abandoning everyone and going into hiding, two years of running from state to state, having gone from California to New York to Florida, to Tennessee. It had to be an unusual pattern, and could never be the same. Rorke and her were playing the same game, always two steps behind one and another.

Tonight, she was going to break this wretched curse of being hunted, she was going to become the hunter. This was the lesson Keegan had taught her years back when she had first joined the team. He was notorious for telling her she can’t just be a hacker. She needed survival skills because enemies were unpredictable and she needed to know how to protect herself if it ever came down to it.

She was grateful for his lessons even if at the time she thought he was being ridiculous. He almost had a sixth sense for this stuff, and now she was kicking herself in the ass for not listening to the worrying man. Silent most days, but when he had something to say, you better listen.

She hoped he was okay, she hoped Rorke didn’t find him and kill him. She had heard about Ajax and how he had fallen to Rorke’s poisonous pursuit of all Ghosts.

She wasn’t a ghost, just their hacker behind a computer, but that was a big enough threat to put her in the wanted list.

“What did I tell you, don’t get distracted.” Keegan huffed at her as she frowned and looked at him. She had on safety goggles and earmuffs to block the loud sounds of the bullet leaving the chamber of the gun.

“What?” She said looking at the gun and then back at him.

“Take the damn earmuffs off, you goof.” He rolled his eyes, lifting them off her ear. “I said don’t get distracted, that man,” he referred to a paper target that had a human shape printed on it. “Could have had a gun too and just shot you in the head. I get your behind a computer all day, but I’d like you to stay there alive.”

“Sorry,” she said nervously. She took a deep breath and sighed as she looked back at the target. “I-I just don’t see the point in this.”

He looked at her incredulously. How did she not see the point of this. This was saving her life, her own life. Maybe he was getting to be too much of a worrywort as she often told him.

“I uh, I just…don’t feel comfortable with the idea of having to shoot someone and I feel if I don’t learn I won’t have to do it, but we know that’s not always the case…” her eyes flickered back to him showing her pure raw emotion of fear and disgust of being the person behind the gun.

“Danger is all around you.” He said softly, “hiding behind the computer doesn’t mean you're safe 100 percent of the time. Someone can find you and someone can hurt you and I don’t want that.” He spoke calmly, connecting to her human emotions, the fact that she wore her heart on her sleeve. “I’d like to keep you alive, ya’ know.” He hummed. “You're so, so, so, much better alive.”

She after that, did as he told her, she could remember it like it was yesterday. She went to the gun range and learned for him as he had asked her too and here she was using his lessons to keep her alive at the current moment.

Her fingers typed fast, furiously hitting each key with intent to hunt and find what she was searching for. She wasn’t going empty handed either. She needed to know where Rorke was, if she knew that, then she could finally end this once and for all.

Her plan, a bullet in his thick ass skull. She was tired of this battle she and him were caught in. Constantly dancing around one and another as they hunted for one and another.

This time—the final time—she was going to be five steps ahead of him, and he was going to still be two steps behind her. That’s what she wanted, that’s what she needed.

Her eyes lit up as her screen showed her the desired information. Rorke’s exact location in nice bold letters. Finally a year of running and being hunted had finally paid off. Now she just had to get there on time, and that was the tricky thing.

The time went off signifying she had less than a minute to get off the federations radar. She hustled, she was always a fast typer faster then most of the men she worked with behind computer screens. It’s why she was so good, she achieved micro-goals she had set in college making her a better then most at hacking.

“Look at you baby girl, typing fast.” Keegan snuck up behind her making her jump forward a bit.

“Keegan!” She turned around in her chair looking at him while clutching her heart. “Way to scare a girl.” She huffed at him, smiling softly.

“Well, gotta keep you on your toes, darlin’.” He chuckled. “Plus I brought lunch, and I gotta make sure the baby girl gets fed well, if not she gets grumpy.” He hummed softly as he shook the to-go bag slightly in his hands.

Her eyes flickered to it. She could smell the delicious aroma the food was giving off. Her stomach gurgled as she made room at her desk for him to join her.

“Ooh, I knew you’d give in.” He pulled a chair closer as he sat the bag to go. “Lo mein for the princess.” He sat her out with chopsticks and then grabbed his as he leaned back in his chair kicking his work boots on the desk.

She got comfy following his actions as she ate happily. He always knew what she wanted without her ever telling him. They giggled as they munched on their lunch for an hour.

“Keegan!” She giggled. “You're not supposed to press the power button as it’s updating you big dummy.”

“I got scared.” He snorted. “I don’t know technology like you, baby.” He chuckled. “Merrick was pissed.”

“Don’t blame him.” She snorted as she sat her lunch aside. “Last time you will probably be allowed to borrow his stuff. Have him bring it to me, I can fix it.” She giggled softly.

Her eyes landed on his icy blue ones as she smiled at him softly.

“Baby,” he sat his food down. “Got something on your face.”

“I know I don’t.” She giggled, raising a brow at him. “Don’t give me a complex. You just want to kiss me.”

“No, no,” he cupped her face. “Pretty sure there’s something on that pretty face of yours.”

“Keegan!” She screeched and laughed as she clung to his uniform.

His lips were in hers as he kissed her. His tongue swiped against her bottom lip as he deepened the kiss.

She sighed happily in the kiss as her hands found his cheeks.

“Jesus, you two, keep it Pg!” Ajax joked as he had his own takeout. “And here I was going to join you two.”

“He was uh…just getting something on my face,” (y/n) blushed as she was embarrassed hiding her face as Keegan chuckled, throwing his head back.

“Oh I got what was on her face for sure.” Keegan wiggled his eyebrows at Ajax.

“Jesus, you two need to just get married.” Ajax chuckled as he joined them.

“It’s not like that!” (Y/n) giggled as she slapped Ajax's shoulder.

“I’m gonna go cry.” Keegan teased her.

“Go cry!”

What she would do to have his lips in hers again. It’s been a year, too long.

The bus was quiet as (y/n) kept her hood up.

“Because if anyone can find me, it’s you and that makes you my worst threat.”

She squeezed her eyes shut as the words repeated in her head. It was that recurring nightmare that she couldn’t shake. The one where she found Keegan, dead, because of her. The one where Rorke has the two of them kidnapped and as torture makes her watch him slowly and painfully harm Keegan until he does with. Bullet in his head.

She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt her stomach churn.

“Don’t throw up.” She chanted quietly as she took a deep breath and paused for a second. “Close call.” She huffed as she looked at the next bus stop. Santa Monica, she was just passing through. She could remember the landscape; it had become more dreary as the federation continued to try and win the war they waged in the states. She needed to pick up a piece of government equipment. Something that would take down the federations equipment. An external drive that could wipe their systems and shut them down. Causing Rorke to have to sit still in one location. It was a winner of a plan and she just had to find a way to sneak into a military base in which she used to work at. Simple. That was simple. She knew the ins and outs and she could easily get in.

There was a reason they took a hacker right out of school. She was selected by Rorke and Ellias themselves.

“You're telling me, this girl hacked into the pentagon and she went a month without being caught.” Ajax asked as he walked with Keegan to the conference room they had been called to.

“Yeah, that’s what Merrick told me.” Keegan hummed as he looked at Ajax. “Don’t know how true it is, but guess I can’t help but be curious as to what this girl looks like.”

“Somehow, I’m curious too.” Ajax hummed as they entered the room. The only sound the two made was the door shutting behind them as their mouths gaped open. She was such an innocent looking girl. Fresh out of college and a very timid demeanor.

“She hacked into the Pentagon.” Keegan said to Merrick.

“That she did.” The man responded as the three of them stood on the side of the wall listening intently.

Her eyes flickered to them as she gulped and looked back at Ellias.

“You got some spunk kid,” Rorke hummed. “We could use that.”

She gulped as she looked at the intimidating man. “I’d hardly call it spunk.” She said softly. “It was a lucky chance.” She said softly. “My professor said, if anyone could hack into the pentagon they’d pass the class with an A, and wouldn’t have to take the class for the rest of the semester.” She yanked softly at the cuffs on her wrists, finding them uncomfortable. Keegan could tell with the way her face scrunched up. He felt his heartbeat increase as his eyes glued to her. He was giddy, seeing something so pretty like her. It wasn’t everyday a sweet thing crossed his path.

“Well, did you pass?” Ellias asked with a smile.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “But then he also called the FBI, what’s left of them anyways, since the world is up in arms.” She shifted nervously. “Am I in trouble, I m-mean, I know I did something wrong. I get that.” She said softly. “But I didn’t look at anything, I just got in and got out.”

“You're not in any trouble.” Ellias hummed softly. “Actually—“

“Let’s back up the train Ellias,” Rorke hummed as he walked from the window and walked behind her eyes peering down on the woman. “You realize what you did right, you act like it’s nothing.”

“It’s nothing.” She said softly.

“You hacked into the pentagon, that’s something.” Ajax hummed as her eyes glanced at the soldier on the other side of the room.

“I mean, pentagon or not…” she paused as she took a deep breath. “It wasn’t a challenge, I sent an email to a representative of the IT department at the pentagon, under an alias email and gave them a tip to strengthen the walls.”

“The nicest damn criminal I’ve ever met.” Merrick hummed quietly.

“I-I’m not a criminal—I-I guess I would be…maybe.” She paused as she fumbled with her hands nervously. “I-I didn’t mean to cause any trouble, I just wanted to pass a class without even having to take it. I now realize my professor's…sarcasm…went over my head.”

Keegan smiled loving the way she stuttered. She was so innocent and book smart, not street smart. His heart beat pumped in his ears as he watched her lips and eyes. Watching the away her nose twitched and her ears twitched. She was like a little bunny.

“We’d like to offer you a position.” Ellias hummed as he looked at Rorke. “Join our fight and join our team as the hacker.”

“We could use a good one.” Rorke added as he smiled at her.

“A damn good one.” Ellias nodded.

She slinked down the hallway, eyes glancing around to be sure she didn’t get caught. She had snuck in so easily, now it was making sure she found the right room.

She was searching for a computer geek’s favorite room with all the hardware and all the flash drives and disk drives, things she used to work with all the time.

Things took a turn for the worse when she froze in the spot seeing Rorke and his team of close-nit soldiers burst from the staircase about 5 feet in front of her. She forced herself into the supply closet where she hid quickly feeling her breath catch in her throat. This wasn’t on the list, he wasn’t supposed to be here at all. Something was entirely wrong. Was it a change in plans, was it a change in schedule. Was the one she looked at false, or did they know she hacked into them. They couldn’t have.

She made sure she moved fast and efficiently. So why were they here? Why was Rorke here, it was too close to the Ghosts home base. Too close as in he was here on their front step knocking on the wrong goddamn door.

Her breath got caught in her throat as she started to experience the panic attacks she had kept at bay for so long. The ones she thought she would have under control when she faced Rorke at Atacama Desert.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Keegan knelt before finding her tucked under her desk as she was staring in a daze, nervous and afraid. Her anxiety was eating away at her and she was stuck in a world that wasn’t the present. “Baby girl, I’m right here.” Keegan called her. “Baby girl, I’m right here.”

She would do anything to hear his voice once again, but she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to until this was all over and the war was coming to an end.

“(Y/n)?” She paused as she turned around having just come out of the supply closet maybe two hours later having suffered from an anxiety attack. Maybe she wasn’t ready, she wasn’t sure but she had to act fast if she wanted to end this battle of the fittest between her and Rorke.

Her eyes turned around as she was greeted with Keegan. She could feel her breath catch in her that again just like it was doing for him.

Her eyes carried to him as she looked deep into his eyes. She had left that night never looking back after he told her nonstop he would protect her. She left and never said goodbye. She was sure he felt betrayed and angry at her. She could see the storm swirling in his eyes. She could see the fear she put him through. But now they both had the confirmation they needed. They were both alive and that’s all that mattered at this current moment.

“Baby,” he called out to her.

She turned quickly in her heels as she walked. But she quickly came to a stop as Keegan yelled. He yelled showing his anger.

“Baby, don’t you fucking move!” He snarled. She flinched as she felt her world crumbling. He wasn’t supposed to see her if he was even here. She was supposed to get in and get out without anyone seeing her.

“(Y/n),” Merrick limped as he looked at her. “Jesus, we thought he killed you. He said he killed you.”

“We’ve been playing a game of chess.” She said softly, turning around.

“I mourned you!” Keegan snarled as he looked at her with tears in his eyes. He looked down and away from her as he swallowed a lump in his throat. He was trembling and avoided her eyes as his frosty blue ones watered and showed his anger and sadness. “I fucking mourned you!” He threw his eyes directly at her.

“I’m sorry he lied to you, Keegan.” She sniffled avoiding his own eyes.

“What are you, working for him!” He marched forward.

“No!” She said quickly, defending her loyalty. She was in no way, shape, or form, working for the federation. “I just happen to be at the right place at the wrong time.” She said softly.

“Right place wrong time.” Keegan repeated. “Huh?”

“Don’t patronize me,” she looked at him incredulously.

“Where the hell were you when Ajax died, when I needed you!” Keegan shouted as he slammed his fist into the wall.

She flinched as she stepped back looking away as her breathing increased.

“I needed you, and you weren’t there. You weren’t there like you promised me you would be. You left that night and I never got to say goodbye.” He snarled.

“Keegan, I’m sorry.” She said softly. “But I can’t, I can’t stick around this close when Rorke is running a muck in this building.” She said backing up. She showed her glossy eyes as she wiped her tears.

“Don’t you fucking leave me again.” He snarled at her as she backed up.

“Keegan we have to go.” Merrick huffed as he caught up to the man pulling him back from (y/n). “She’s not safe with us, he’ll just get her quicker.”

“I was supposed to keep her safe, I was supposed to protect her.” Keegan’s voice trembled.

“Keegan.” She said softly, feeling a tear fall down her cheek. One single one. “It’s my turn to protect you guys.”

“Well, well, well, a rendezvous without me,” (y/n) breath caught in her throat as she cursed in her head. “Did my invite get lost in the mail (l/n)?”

“Rorke.” She greeted him softly.

“Oh, you don’t seem so excited to see me.” Rorke smiled as he cocked his gun.

“It’s hardly exciting when you bring death everywhere you go.” She said softly as she looked back at him.

“Come on, Ajax had it coming, Ellias had it coming.” Rorke hummed as he smiled at the three of them.

“Even you have it coming. It’s not personal, well I guess it is.” He shrugged as he laughed a bit. “But not personal in the sense of I had it out to get you from the start. I liked you, such a sweet girl.” Rorke hummed. “It’s just, you're a threat to me and I need to neutralize you.”

Her blood ran cold when she could hear the chuckle in his voice; it was dark and hardly the Rorke she knew.

“I told you, I’d kill ya’, because you're the only one that could ever find me. Looks like I found you though. Call this checkmate.”

It time could have slowed down, this would have been the moment it did. Hearing the bullet leave the chamber in a loud bang. She bolted trying to get out of the way.

She yelped when the bullet made contact with her shoulder tearing through it a clean entry and exit.

“Fucking run!” Merrick shouted to her as she bolted down a different hallway making sure to evade Rorke’s sight.

She hoped Keegan and Merrick ran too. Though she knew she was the target, she didn’t have to worry about them being killed until after her at this moment.

“Come on out, we haven’t finished playing yet.” She cupped her shoulder trying to keep the blood off the floor by tapping a part of her t-shirt on it. She hissed in pain as she felt the tears well up. She had to keep moving. Had to keep running away from Rorke who had been hot on her tail.

She was tucked behind a door and there was no way he could know where she was. She quieted her breathing and closed her eyes.

The hunted was not becoming the hunter at this very moment. There was too much fear in her veins.

“Come on,” Rorke snatched her out of her hiding spot as she squirmed and kicked.

She screamed and cried as she tried to fight off Rorke’s closing fist around her neck.

“Rorke!” She sobbed. “Please, I don’t want to cause any trouble.” She squirmed some more. He hit the butt of his gun against her head as she cried out in pain. She felt light headed and a massive headache was starting to form.

“Rorke, please!” She sobbed more.

“I’m sorry kid, I really did like you.” He said as he put the gun to her temple. “Close your eyes.” He said softly, showing her some weakness.

“Please, Rorke, please.” She sobbed.

“Close your eyes, kid.” He said sternly. “This is how it has to be.”

“Get your fucking hands off of her!” Keegan snarled from the end of the hallway.

“Jesus, loverboy.” Rorke huffed.

He let go of you when a bullet whizzed past both your heads.

“Keegan!” She landed on the ground with a loud thump. She hissed in pain as her shoulder jostled. He had nicked Rorke in the thigh.

“Run baby, run!” He shouted as she got up quickly and evaded.

She was just going to have to go without that external hard drive she needed. A true show of how things didn’t always go as planned.

“It’s gonna hurt me baby, but it’s important to get this cleaned out.” Keegan said softly sitting on the tub with his hand putting pressure to a cut on his skin. It was deep and needed stitches but he refused to go to the hospital for it.

“O-okay.” She sniffled as she looked at him nervously.

“Don’t give me those crocodile tears, honey, I promise I’ll be fine.” He leaned forward and kissed her lips. They had moved up in the world living under the same roof.

“Okay.” She grabbed a cotton swab as she added some alcohol soaking it enough. She gently rubbed it against the cut watching as he cursed, muscles clenching.

“Fuck,” he huffed out. She felt bad, felt bad for having to be the one to put him through this pain by cleaning the wound.

“Sorry Keegan.” She gasped out softly.

“Not your fault baby, it needs to be cleaned.”

(Y/n) hissed as dumbed the alcohol on the bullet wound. She was pretty sure there was no bullet but she wasn’t going to dig around in it when there was an entry and an exit. It made her stomach roll. She sobbed as she worked fast in an abandoned mall. She needed it to be cleaned before she started to head to the desert.

The burn was intense, it was a constant torturous stabbing or pulsing as the alcohol soaked the wound.

She bit back a whimper as her eyes blurred up on her. She lurched forward feeling her stomach get queasy like she was going to throw up her little snack she had an hour ago.

She sat down feeling the searing pain make her arm go numb as she closed her eyes.

“See not so bad,” Keegan hummed as he came out of the bathroom having finished stitching himself up. (Y/n) didn’t know how he did it, how he even had the stomach for it, all she knew was the fact that there was no way she’d ever be able to do it.

“Not so bad,” she rasped out as she looked at Keegan wide eyed. “You sowed your skin together, all on your own.” Her eyes looked at him as if he was crazy and he laughed gently. That was like confirmation for her, he was nuts. “I’d be crying like a baby at the doctors, cause lord knows I’m not sticking myself with a needle.”

“Being a Marine changes you baby,” he said softly as he laid down beside her. “Being a member of the Ghosts changes you baby.” He corrected himself. “You never know when you get hit, but if you're out in the wild you gotta get things under control.” He hummed softly. “That sometimes means stitching yourself up.”

“What do they do, give you your own sewing kit.” She joked softly.

“No, but I always pack one.” He said softly. “And in the kit it has a picture of you.” Her heart swelled. “So it motivates me to get home to you.” He leaned forward kissing her lips. “Then I’m going to get home to you, baby.”

She was lucky. She was so lucky.

“She was here,” Keegan rasped out to Merrick as the four ghosts were stuck in the safe house for a few days. “She was right here near me and I had to let her go.”

He was angry, he was steaming, no one blamed him. She was right in his grasp after thinking for five months that she was dead.

“He told me she was dead, that he killed her.” Keegan snarled as Merrick listened.

He was talking about the night they infiltrated a tower during federation day. Talking about capturing Ramos and being told by Rorke that she was dead.

He spiraled so fast, laying in bed for two whole weeks after that, sobbing and crying.

No one could get him up, it wasn’t until Merrick and Ellias bombarded him in his room talking him through things.

“Look at you, dead men walking, tell me Keegan…you lost Ajax and you now lost (y/n)…” Rorke smirked at the camera. “How’s it feel?” He was patronizing Keegan. (Y/n) wasn’t dead, she couldn’t be. That was his baby girl, he had been searching for her left and right trying to find her, he needed to find her. Especially before Rorke.

Keegan could remember the night where he thought he had persuaded her to stay with him. That he would keep her safe, but she was gone come morning time and he was frantic.

“How’s it feel? Your lover…gone, it’s gotta be painful.” Rorke laughed softly. “I liked her, shame I had to do what I had to do. But I told her, I warned her she was my biggest threat, I wouldn’t stop until I had a pretty little bullet between those pretty little eyes.”

“You bastard!” Keegan snarled. “You didn’t!”

“She’s dead Keegan, but so are you,” he snorted. “Good luck boys.”

“She’s alive, so keep on her, search for her!” Merrick hummed. “She’s on a mission though Keegan, that’s clear as day.”

“Where do you think she’s going?” Hesh asked as he looked at the two seasoned soldiers.

“LOKI, she’s after it.” Logan said softly.

“Jesus, she’s going right into war.” Keegan snarled as he glared at the table. “That’s a war zone.”

“And she’s after one thing?” Hesh asked, seeing Keegan’s stress.

“Merrick, you gotta let me go.” Keegan looked at the man who was left to be captain.

Merrick sighed as he looked at Keegan with a nervous look. “Keegan, I—“

“Merrick, you have got to let me!” Keegan was stern in his words. He wasn’t going to leave (y/n) out there in the middle of a war. She didn’t know what she was getting into.

“Keegan.” Merrick crossed his arms over his shoulder and looked nervously. “She can hack into LOKI, but she’s not a soldier.” He hummed quietly.

“You gotta let me go dark,” Keegan said softly. “You gotta let me.”

“Go, but you better come back alive.” Merrick huffed.

Keegan’s hands gently gripped her hips as he pushed one leg further apart from the other giving her a more study stance.

(Y/n) felt her breath increase as her eyes kept trained in the paper target. She felt his hands leave her waist as they rested on her hands helping her hold the gun steady,

“Nice and easy baby.” He cooed softly making a shiver run down her back. “There you go.” He backed up making sure he was clear. “Now shoot.”

She pulled the trigger feeling the gun try to feel back but she kept it under control.

She looked back at Keegan and then back at the target seeing a bullseye on the target.

“Now that’s how my baby shoots when concentrated.” Keegan smirked triumphantly. He was surly partying in his mind eager that she had taken to his lessons.

He had taught her well, that was for sure.

(Y/n) took a deep breath as she hiked for hours on end. Her shoulder had a searing pain as the backpack rubbed against it. She was greatful for the somewhat decent bandage job she did on it but it wasn’t making it all that begged. She needed to get it looked at, but being in federation territory, they would notify the military and she’d be killed. She wasn’t risking it. She had a bottle of alcohol that she would occasionally dumb on it to keep it clean. As it was she didn’t know how much longer she actually had left on this earth. She knew that Rorke wasn’t going to be an easy kill. He was going to make life miserable for her and for everyone else until he fell in battle.

Kick had found her location just by chance, watching her walk through a village in chile. He had been able to hack enough into LOKI’s system so he could pin-point where she was.

She had no idea though, no idea Keegan was practically 12 steps behind her following Kicks discovery.

She stopped as she saw the American military moving in from a distance. She stayed at the edge of the forest. She used military grade binoculars as she watched tanks and helicopters swarm the area. She was glad there was a body of water between her and the battle going on across the way.

Just above her was some form of a monorail. It seemed to be a transport for military things. She sat down as she opened up her computer, starting to type away as fast as she could. She didn’t need to have a timer now, she just needed Rorke to come to her.

“What the hell do you think you're doing?” She stopped typing and turned around.

Her eyes laid on his form as she finally met his eyes.

“Keegan,” she said softly. She felt her heart beat kick up seeing him in his sandy colored uniform. She didn’t expect to see him here. “You need to leave.”

“Come on, you're safe, I’m gonna keep you safe.” Keegan curled around her. His hand slid over her stomach as he shifted her back as close as he could get her. “Rorke can make a threat like that, but I’ll never let it happen.”

“Keegan you can’t make promises like that.” She said softly.

“You're in a military base, it’s going to be hard for them to get here.” He told her nuzzling into the back of her head.

He breathed in her scent as he continued to soothe her.

“What if they do?” She asked softly, looking terrified. She had already made up her mind. She was the dog that sunk her teeth in the hambone and wasn’t letting it go. It was all due to that nagging voice in the back of her head saying ‘Rorke will find you, he’ll find you’. She just wanted to shut it off. How could she shut it off.

“They won’t,” he was so assured.

“He’s got his eyes set on me,” she felt cold. “I’m the first to go.”

“I won’t let him.” Keegan hummed. He rolled her over as he laid on top of her. “Baby, he’s got to go through me first, and I’m gonna keep you safe, if it’s the last thing I do.”

“Okay.”

That morning she was gone and Keegan was left alone in a cold and empty bed. He was frantic and had searched everywhere, but kick had discovered she left base going out in the dangerous world herself. Nowhere had been safe anymore. Dallas had fallen, New Mexico was being raided. California was blown to pieces from ODIN still, and that happened years ago. All that was left was federation infested cannons and earthquakes that made sinkholes bigger.

Keegan felt the anxiety set into his soul as he laid there trying to make sense of what was going on. His chest was heaving as his eyes went out in a daze.

We’re was his baby going? What was she going to do? He was panicked and he felt like at the moment, there was nothing he could do.

“I’m not leaving you, not like you left me.” Keegan's cold icy eyes met hers. A glare was etched into his features as he was stern with her. As he should be, she understood that.

She had run when he said to stay. She had left when he promised her he would take care of her.

“I said I’d take care of ya’, that’s not a promise I take lightly.” He said softly the love cracking through his exterior expressions. She could see the love for her in his eyes. She was his girl, he often explained that to her. His to hold, his to protect, his girl.

“Don’t you run away again.” He told her. “Ya’ hear me.”

She opened her mouth to say something but shut it as soon as he gave her that look. That look that told her she better listen because he didn’t know how much heartbreak he could take.

“I have to hack into LOKI, from there. I can hit major federation bases and cities like they did to us with ODIN.” She said softly.

“Is it as easy as hacking into the pentagon?” He hummed.

“Easier.” She said softly.

“Then get to work.”

She didn’t waste any time. Her focus was on the screen below her, not looking away, she wasn’t able to look away.

“You know you might just single handedly end this war.” He said softly sitting beside her watching the militaries on the other side of the water brawl.

“Take that Rorke.” She had that same spunk she always did. Keegan noticed it was his old ball cap she had been wearing on her head every time he saw her. That same one that had the marines written on it.

“I wonder where that hat went.” Keegan said softly.

“This old thing.” She giggled softly. “If I was leaving, I had to have a piece of you.”

“But you left me without a piece of you.” He said softly. His eyes glanced at her as she tapped away.

“You didn’t go into my—” she looked up at him for a second but things happened so quickly.

A bright blue flash, the sound of mental scratching on mental and grinding. The loud booming sound that ended up causing a sound wave pushing her and Keegan back.

Keegan crawled on top of her as shrapnel flew everywhere.

“You alright!” Keegan shouted as his ears were ringing. He got off of her and looked her over before he deemed her okay.

He could see her shoulder tense and bleeding a bit more. When this was over he was going to get her some medical attention having carried that wound since he last saw her.

“What!” She shouted back as she covered her ears not liking the ringing.

“Your okay baby!” He curled her into his arms as both their eyes looked at the sandy beach below the cliff edge they sat on.

“Oh my god.” She said quietly as she looked at the monorail that was now slowly sinking into the water below it. Parts of it crashed on the sand and the rest was sinking into the water.

She lurched forward for the computer aiming for military bases all around the world that belonged to the federation.

She didn't wait and didn’t care, she pressed the execute button and then grabbed the computer snapping the screen right off.

Keegan watched knowing exactly what she was doing. She was about to throw the evidence in the water down at the beach. She grabbed the hard drive out of it and started to stomp on it until it was broken.

Maybe the war was over? Maybe it wasn’t, she knew she still had to settle the score with Rorke.

Her feet touched the sand as Keegan followed her closely, keeping a gun ready at his beckoning as his eyes scanned the massive cargo train.

His eyes scanned the area as he spotted Hesh and Logan crawling their way out of the water.

(Y/n) froze though. Her eyes spotting the man who had made her life this past year is so a living hell.

“Rorke.” She said softly as Keegan’s eyes glanced at the man walking out of the water smacking Hesh against the head.

“Baby go and hide.” Keegan tugged her down behind a rock. He held her in his arms as he whispered to her. “Go and hide and I’ll take care of him.”

“No,” she snarled as she looked at Rorke. “I’ve got to do this Keegan, I’ve got to!” She snarled.

“Baby, enough!” He was prepared for her to wiggle her way out of his grasp, but she surprised him and she squirmed away staying low.

“You would have made a hell of a ghost.” Rorke said as he snapped Logan in the face rendering him unconscious.

Keegan crawled after her, pouncing on her as he kept her low to the ground.

“Keegan, you gotta…” she trailed off as she reached for her gun. “I have to do this!” She huffed.

But she paused as she felt Keegan’s body go limp as her blood went cold. Rorke had heard them fighting.

You know in all honesty it wasn’t their smartest decision to be arguing like they were and then on top of it they still couldn’t hear properly.

“Well, well, well, I can kill two birds with one stone.” Take aimed his gun down at them. (Y/n) quickly rolled Keegan off as she. Rolled over aiming her gun at Rorke’s chest.

“Listen Rorke,” she snarled. “You have haunted me for too long.” She stood up keeping her gun aimed at him as it was right now a staring contest.

“Is this a case of the hunted becoming the hunter,” he laughed as he looked at her. “Just be prepared to fail.”

His voice made her sick, it made her angry, she felt emotions she didn’t want to feel when it came to these things.

“I’m not failing, no,” she said with a wild look in her eyes. Rorke now knew she was finally grown up no longer a hacker that hid behind a computer on the constant run. She was the hunter, she was the danger that he always knew she could be. “Today, Rorke, this is your last, you lost.” She snapped. “This is for Elias, this is for Ajax, and most importantly, this is for me!”

“You think this will end the nightmares, it won’t.” He snarled. “It just fuels the fire more,” Rorke looked at her. “You're becoming a killer like me.” He tried to get into her head, and it worked a bit. Her hand shook as she kept stalking closer to him. She was a loose cannon right now, ready to make the shot.

“Then so be it.” She snapped. “I think this is the term checkmate.”

The gun rang out as a body was heard falling to the ground with a thud.

“Rorke, here are the coordinates you wanted.” (Y/n) said softly as she pulled them up on the screen. “From what I could find it’s an old warehouse that has been used to store things for the federation. They have missiles, they have ammo, they have a lot of things in there,”

“And no one would think to look there,” Rorke smiled as he ruffled her hair. “Good work kiddo, I knew we kept you around for something.”

“Thanks.” She snorted as she looked at the man. “I’m glad I could be of help.”

“Hey,” Rorke called her back. His fist raised up for her ti bump. “I mean it, you did good, kid.”

Keegan’s eyes opened with a fright as he shot up gripping his head as he looked around frantically for her. He walked around the large rock and his body ran cold.

“Baby.” He said softly his eyes found hers, on the ground as she was curled up. “Baby.” His eyes carried to the large mass a few feet away from her, dead with a bullet right between his eyes. “It’s over, it’s over.” He landed on the ground as his arms wrapped around her. “It’s over baby girl, it’s over.” He said softly, checking her over. “You did it, you did it honey.”

He was cooing trying everything to calm her down. He knew the stress of everything and it ending for her had been so overwhelming.

It was over, (y/n) could wrap her head around that. Now she had all that time to spend again with Keegan. Being back home in his arms and that’s all she wanted. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she hugged him. All she wanted at this moment was Keegan’s embrace. That’s all she wanted.

“We can go home now,” he cooed softly. “We can go home.” He felt his own eyes well up with tears. “You and I can go home and be at home.”

“That’s all I want.” She said softly as she rested her forehead against his. “That’s all I want Keegan.” She nodded as she looked at him.

“Then let’s go home baby.” He said softly. “Let’s go home.”

[rustycopper4use]

Its Always Been You pt18

Kyoya’s Reluctant Day Out! Pt 18

(Kyoya x male reader)

 

 A soft hum of a fan fills the room, weakly blowing out air.  

   And here lies Y/n, despite his many efforts he couldn’t sleep. He’d blame the weather, he never really did well in the heat.

  He rubbed his eyes and groaned.

 His hand moved around before finding his phone. Turning it on as the white burned into his eyes.

   ‘2:00 am’

He scrolled through his contacts before sending a message.

 ‘Kyoya’

The message was left on read, he rolled his eyes.

 ‘Kyoya I know you’re still up’

Once again left on read.

 ‘I’m coming over’

‘The back door is unlocked.’

Y/n grinned before jumping out of bed.

   He hastily thrown on a hoodie and ran out the door. 

  The cool of the night greeted Y/n as he walked down the street. The slow glow of streetlights accompanying him.

  He turns the corner, looking up at the oh so familiar house. Quietly he walks to the back of the house, going towards the back door he turned the handle and walked in. 

  Heading towards Kyoya’s room a faint sound of typing was heard just beyond the door.

   He swings open the door.

 “So what are you working on, this time?”

Kyoya stared blankly, the computer light illuminating his face.

   “That bad huh?” 

   “ working yourself half to death cannot be good for your health.” Y/n notes, sitting on Kyoya’s bed.

   “It’s not ideal, however, it’s just a sacrifice I have to make to uphold the Ootori name.” He blankly states, pushing up his glasses.

  He continues typing away.

“If you say so.” Y/n lays on his bed, as a comforting wave of silence fills the room.

 As the two enjoyed each other’s company, after a brief amount of time, Kyoya closes his laptop, finally finished. 

  He gets up from his desk and hears towards his bed.

  He looks at Y/n, now passed out.

He takes off his glasses with a sigh and places them infront of the clock on his bedside.

  ‘5:03’

He lays next to him and gets the long needed sleep.

  The warmth of another person brought an odd sense of relief, as he drifts off.

——-

“-This might be one of my best ideas men!” A tall blonde bursts through the door, accompanied by the other hosts.

   “Kyoya time to get up-!” Tamaki stopped right in his tracks. And stared at Kyoya’s bed.

  Kyoya was still asleep, However that wasn’t the issue, on top of him was Y/n. Like his own personal weighted blanket.

“What’s the problem boss?” Karou looks over to the bed also, a devilish grin formed on his face.

  Hikaru pulled out his phone and took some photos. 

  “How scandalous! Didn’t know Kyoya had it in him.” The twins said with a smile.

 “You don’t think they-… that they….” Tamaki mumbled, mouth agape.

  “How cute!” Honey-senpai stood behind Tamaki.

  This was the straw that broke Tamaki.

 “MAMA!” He cried, awaking Kyoya.

 “How could you! After everything we’ve been through!” Tamaki cried. To a now very annoyed Kyoya.

  “Why are you in my room Tamaki..” kyoya grumbled feeling an oncoming headache.

   “Never mind that! Why is Y/n in your bed!” He shirked.

   “Why are you in my room.” He asked, trying to keep his voice down.

   “Tamaki-senpai wanted us to go to a commoners market, to better understand Haru-chan!” Honey-senpai chirped.

  “Don’t ignore me!” Tamaki butts in.

“Keep it down, Y/n is still alseep.” Kyoya harshly whispered, glaring at the blonde.

  He covers his eyes with his arm, wishing for the club to be just a bad dream.

   “Oh cmon! You can’t be in bed all morning! Today is the last day of summer vacation!” Tamaki whined.

  “Wake up..” Honey-senpai gently pulled on Kyoya’s arm.

   “Come on Kyoya.” The twins began to shake him.

   Y/n drowsily moved his head, having all the hosts freeze.

   He just cuddled closer to Kyoya’s chest.

A sigh of relief left the clubs chests.

 Kyoya moved his arm away from his eyes, and slowly sat up careful not to wake Y/n.

  “For your information we were up till 5AM  you morons. Which if you hadn’t noticed makes me less than happy about being woken up.” 

   A shiver ran up the clubs spine.

 “Kyo-chan isn’t much of a morning person huh?” Honey-senpai notes.

  “You have no room to talk.” Mori remarks.

  “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” Honey looks up at Mori.

“Okay, enough with the commoner shtick. If you formulaic halfwits feel like wasting all afternoon on worn-out old cliches, go right ahead and suit yourselves.” Kyoya grumble lying back down.

   “Well if that’s what you want…” 

 “Well you heard the man! Now let’s dress him to the nines and head to the expo!” Tamaki throws his hands in the hair.

   “What about Y/n?” Honey-senpai tilts his head.

   “Right, twins!”

The two stood up straight.

  “You can take care of Y/n.”

  “Yes sir!” 

The twins eagerly pry Y/n off of kyoya, dragging him to get ‘dolled‘ up.

   Karou pulls out an outfit and puts it on Y/n with a grin.

  “Doesn’t he look great!” The twins cooed.

  “Wait, where did you even get that outfit? We didn’t see in Kyoya’s closet.” Tamaki examined Y/n.

  “We’ve been waiting for the perfect opportunity to dress up Y/n! Instead of his poor excuse of fashion he usually wears.”  Karou grimace holding up Y/n’s hoodie, before throwing it out the window.

  After all that fuss the hosts carry the two towards Tamaki’s limo out front.

   As they throw the two, less than gracefully, into the car.

  Finally awaking Y/n.

 He rubbed his eyes.

“What’s going on?” 

 “You’re finally awake!” Honey smiled.

  “We’re taking you and kyoya to a commoners market!” Tamaki declared.

——-

“-and then they left you with me to babysit essentially.” Y/n sighed, as a less then please Kyoya sat on a bench.

He stood up, and rubbed his temple.

“I’m assuming you don’t have your phone on you either.” Kyoya sighed.

  “No. I’m pretty sure the twins took it.” Y/n looks around.

   “What should we do now-“

A small little boy ran into Kyoya’s legs, he lets out a whimper rubbing his head. Looking up at Kyoya he was greeted by a glared. He bursts into tears before running off to his mom.

  “Mama!”

 “Tamaki’s a deadman when I get my hands on him.” Kyoya huffed.

  Y/n let out a chuckle.

 “Kyoya-senpai?” A familiar voice called out.

  “Oh perfect, Haruhi!” Y/n smiled.

Haruhi walked closer to the two.

 “I didn’t expect to see you two here today.” Haruhi politely said.

  “How much money do you have on you Haruhi?” Kyoya bluntly spoke.

   “What?” Haruhi stared at Kyoya.

—— 

Later at a fast food joint….

“Kyoya-senpai, are you sure this is where you wanna eat? There are much nicer restaurants to choose from upstairs.” Haruhi nervously spoke.

  “Well you don’t have much on you, so our choices are limited. Just be sure to get a receipt. Tamaki will reimburse you tenfold.” Kyoya glared.

    Haruhi nervously nodded.

 “Haruhi its our turn.” Y/n brought Haruhi back to reality.

   “Oh! Uh, here, why don’t I just order for us. Do you two know what you want?”

  “You pick. Just get us lots of it.”

   Y/n nodded in agreement.

 “Oh uh okay..” Haruhi’s began to talk to the cashier.

   However the cashier seemed to entranced by the mysterious kyoya. Acting more friendly to them than the other customers.

   “Okay, coming right up. Would you be interested in adding one of our delicious desserts?” The cashier cheerily asked.

 “Thank you, no, I don’t care for sweets.” Kyoya flatly replied.

   “Before you decide, we have a new shake that’s absolutely-“ cashier began, starry eyed.

  “I have given you my answer.” Kyoya coldly glared at the girl.

  The cashier stiffened, a sense of dread fueled her senses.

  “Please be sure to include our receipt.” Haruhi squeaked out. Grabbing the food tray and going off to a table.

 “Kyoya-senpai, just because you’re in a bad mood today doesn’t give you the right go around talking to people like that. The poor girl was just doing her job.” Haruhi scolded.

   “She was being pushy, even after being told no.” Y/n grabs a burger.

   “Yeah but there’s no reason for acting like that. She’s supposed to do that.” Haruhi sighed.

   “Her job is to serve us food, not irradiate me with some weak sales pitch.” Kyoya adds, taking a bite of his food.

  Haruhi just stared at Kyoya eating.

“Now what?” Kyoya looked back.

  “Nothing. I just don’t think I’ve ever actually seen you eat before. Somehow I thought the experience would be more refined. I’m surprised stuff like this even appeals to you.” 

  “It doesn’t appeal to me in the slightest. No doubt, you’ll say I’m callous for admitting it, since you brought me this tripe.” Kyoya stoped to take a drink.

   “Of course I won’t.” She looked off to the side.

 “There’s an understanding between makers of food like this and those that eat it. Quality takes a backseat to convenience. Refinement isn’t part of the equation. It’s meant to be eaten quickly, besides no one of consequence is here to witness my momentary lapse of manners.” Kyoya explain.

  “Hey for the record, I’m saying it benefits me nothing to keep up appearances in a place like this. And that includes any special treatment I may give you here.” 

 “Oh really I would have never guessed that in a million years…” haruhi mumbled.

“Oh my gosh girls, that guy in the glasses is a total hottie.” A girl swooned to her friends.

  “You’re right he’s gorgeous!” Her friends agreed.

Y/n sighed, looking off to the side, the grip on his drink tightened.

   “Um, excuse me, I’m so sorry to interrupt. I was wondering if you’re not using that chair, can my friends and I borrow it?” She sweetly smiled.

   “Why not..” Kyoya sighed.

 “Thanks you so much that’s awesome!” Her friends blissfully giggled.

   “You’re quite welcome.” He flatly said.

 Y/n glared at the girls as they walked off.

 “You’re probably wondering how Tamaki and I compliment each other so well.” Kyoya spoke, catching Haruhi off guard.

  “The answer is simple-“ he smiled.

 “I have something to gain. There is no better motivator than self interest. I have to look out for number one, y’know.”

  “Tamaki-senpai would be heartbroken if he heard you say that.” Haruhi frowned.

   “Such a tragedy that Tamaki’s feelings are one sided.” Y/n joked.

  “On the contrary-“ he pushes up his glasses.

  “He’s understood our arrangement from the very beginning. The same goes for all of them. Hikaru, Karou, honey-senpai, Mori-senpai, and even Y/n. The glue that holds the club together is our mutual egocentricity. It’s the principle that drives the alliance between our families and ensures each of our futures.” He looks at Haruhi.

  “Though, well let’s just say there’s still quite a bit you don’t understand about that. Although Tamaki is a fool, and self sacrifice does come naturally to him. So I guess the point of this is, we are very different creatures.” Kyoya finished his monologue.

The three now wonder the mall.

 “Senpai? I thought you were going to take a taxi home.” Haruhi looked up at Kyoya.

  “I am, but while we’re still here Y/n wants to look around.”

  “Black pearls from ishigaki island. Odd to find them here, considering how much they go for.” 

   “You’re kidding, really? That’s incredible. How can you tell?” Haruhi looks to kyoya.

  “I am a product of excellent breeding.”

  “You make it sound like you’re some pure bred dog, give yourself a little more credit.” Y/n smiled, walking off with the others.

“So kyoya-senpai, why is it after all this time I still know nothing about your family?” Haruhi notes.

  “Because there’s really nothing for you to know about my family. At least nothing that should interest you.”

   “Well that seems to be a little unfair, don’t you think?” 

  “Just what do you mean unfair?”

“I mean that when it comes to my personal life you even keep tabs on who’s my father’s friends from work are while I barely have a clue about yours. So I call that unfair.”

  “That’s a very intriguing notion in its own way.”

 “Well you’ve got two older brothers, right? For starters, you could tell me something about them. What kind of people are they?”

  “They are rather exceptional. Enough so, that my father puts a lot of stock in them. Though as the third son, things work a little differently for me.”

  “I didn’t realize there was so much pressure on you to succeed.”

  “Pressure? Oh no, Haruhi, I cannot think of nothing more fun than this.”

Haruhi let’s out a sigh.

  “Dear me! Pieces from the Komatsu Shoin collection? I never thought that I would fine them here!”

  The voice grabs the attention of the three.

  “Why madam, you have astonishing eye!”

Kyoya glared at the interaction.

  “Kyoya-senpai?” Haruhi was ignored, as Kyoya walked up to the stand.

  “Just watch and see what happens.” Y/n grinned.

“Will all due respect, these are fake.” Kyoya bluntly spoke, interrupting the conversation.

  “Huh?” The lady looked at Kyoya.

 “Hey, get out of here kid, what do you think you’re doing?” The man snarled.

Kyoya picked up the bowl, analyzing it.

  “The shade of blue is strongly reminiscent of Shoin’s work, but looking closely around the base you’ll notice the colour graduation isn’t quite dark enough to be authentic. that and the laquer is too clear.”

  “That’s enough out of you, Mr. Expert! I will report you for obstructing my business!” The man spoked irked at kyoya.

  Kyoya flipped the bowl over looking at the bottom.

  “Just as I thought. The brush strokes on this seal are uncharacteristically broad as well.”

  “U-uh..” the man stammered.

  “For your sake, I hope you have a certificate-“ he looks at the man.

  “That is, if you still keep insisting it’s real.”

  “O-of course it’s real! I have the certificate at home.” He stuttered.

 Kyoya grins at this.

  “Ah, then surely you won’t mind if I call the Komatsu family right now to verify your claim. My own family has dealings with them for generations. It would be a matter of a minute.”

  “Wait you can’t do this!” The man gets dragged out by security.

“Young man, I can’t thank you enough.” The lady bows.

  “After everything you’ve told me senpai, stepping in on a complete stranger’s behalf seems a little out of character for you.” Haruhi spoke.

  “Hm? Oh, that? Well now, she’s hardly a stranger. You mean you don’t know? Her husband is the ceo of a major electronics company.” 

   “Huh?” Haruhi gasped.

“This is my first time meeting her personally, but that ring on her left hand is unmistakable. My family has dealings with her husband’s company.”

  Haruhi is just puzzled.

“Ah, one of the Ootori boys. Imagine running into you here incognito-“ she smiles.

  “The next opportunity I have, I’ll be sure to take advantage of your family’s beautiful health resorts.”

   “We’d be honoured.” Kyoya bows slightly.

Haruhi glared at Kyoya.

  “Hey haruhi.” Y/n whispered.

  “Hm?”

“Look at the stall she was just at, notice the flags?” He points .

  “The flags…- wait, he couldn’t have-“ 

“Hm hm!” Y/n smiled, walking over to kyoya now looking at a food stall.

“Hey Haruhi, did you know this?” Kyoya called out.

  “Did I know what?”

“Is melon the preferred flavour among snack makers?”

  “Huh?”

“It doesn’t make sense, the primary ingredient is corn, why go to the trouble of artificially making it taste like fruit? Seems counterintuitive.”

  “That’s an intriguing notion in its own way.” Haruhi spoke with a laugh.

  “Oh was I being funny?”

 “Earlier you were going on and on about how you and Tamaki-senpai are nothing alike. What you just said about the candy? It sounds just like him!” She laughs.

 “You think so? This does seem like something he and the twins would fawn over. Very well I’ll buy them. Haruhi your wallet.” Kyoya holds out his hand.

  “Oh yeah I forgot.” She goes through her purse.

  “Just be sure to get the receipt.”

——

“Hey senpai?” Haruhi sat down on a bench.

  “Why do you think that Tamaki-senpai is always so eager to help people when they’re in need?”

   “You mean when theres nothing to gain? Who knows.”

  “Maybe he gains the pleasure of just helping someone, just because.” Y/n sighed looking ahead.

  “So when you help someone, how exactly do you benefit from it? Money? Or reputation? Or is it more abstract? Because the way I see it, Tamaki-senpai gets something out of helping others, that doesn’t necessarily mean involving them paying him back. So maybe when you get right down to it, the two of you aren’t so different after all.”

  “Attention shoppers, this is an announcement for a lost child. Attention shoppers, this is an announcement for a lost child. A little boy named Kyoya Ootori is lost inside the store. Repeat Kyoya Ootori is lost. His guardian Suoh is waiting for him at the 2nd floor information counter.”

   “-Kyoya is 5’11”, tall with black hair and wearing prescription glasses.”

Kyoya pushes up his glasses.

 As y/n chokes out a laugh.

 “Kyoya’s guardian mentions he may or may not be travelling with Y/n L/n. Whose whereabouts are also unknown.”

“Oh you got to be kidding me.”

 “That damn idiot. I’ll kill him!” Kyoya glares.

  The three walk up to the second floor, finding the rest of the club.

“Kyoya! Y/n! There you are! We were so worried about you. Why is Haruhi with you?” Tamaki look at the group.

   “Better question is what’s with the dog?” Y/n stared at the blonde dog.

  “Isn’t she beautiful? I got her at this amazing place they call a pet shop!” The dog licks Tamaki’s face.

  “Hey, cut it out Antoinette!”

“How am I exactly like this moron?” Kyoya asked.

  “Maybe it’s the fact that you helped a stranger.” Y/n stands beside kyoya

   “She wasn’t-“

“You and I both know you didn’t see that ring through the stall. You’re not some terrible person, you still have a heart, why hide it.” Y/n grinned.

   Kyoya smiled lightly.

Haruhi stood back and watched the two.

  Then something clicked.

  ‘Oh she gets it now’

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Caught In A Web ~ 5

CAUGHT IN A WEB MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 1,735ish

Summary: You begin your new lab assistant job.

Notes: I love how easily this series is coming out.

You were actually grateful that Tony would be away for three weeks as you began your new life in the Tower. Standing on the sidewalk outside the Tower you stared up at the large building. This would be your new home… This was Tony’s home. You took a deep breath before heading in. You went to the large front desk that had three secretaries. You were desperately wishing that you could gather the courage that you had when you placed the suit on.

“Hi,” you sounded as nervous as you felt. “Uh, I’m here to start a job and move in, I guess.”

“Name,” the woman requested without looking up once from her computer.

You couldn’t help but glance around to see if Tony was nearby before answering. “Y/N L/N.”

The woman silently typed away, making your anxiety grow as you waited for her response. 

“Dr. Banner is on his way down for you,” she informed. She still hadn’t even looked up at you as her hand went up and pointed over to a sitting area. “Wait over there.” She placed a visitor pass on the counter. “Keep this on at all times.”

“Okay,” you took the visitor pass and slipped it over your head, “thanks.”

You headed over to the area and sat on the edge of one of the leather chairs. You looked around to see how bustling the place actually was. People in suits and shirts were rushing from elevator to elevator, from door to door. A large window behind the desk of secretaries allowed you to the coral of crazy fans that were begging to see a peek of one of the Avengers.

“Hello,” a voice startled you. Your head snapped over to see Bruce Banner with a kind smile on his face. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

You stood up. “It’s fine.”

He held out his hand. “I’m Bruce, you must be Y/N L/N.”

You shook his hand, trying not to show how nervous you really were. “Yes. Thank you so much for this opportunity.”

“Of course. Do you have your things packed?”

“Uh, some movers were sent to my apartment and kinda took everything. I hope it arrived.”

Bruce rolled his eyes. “Tony and his craziness. I’m sorry about that. I would show you up to your place, but Happy insists that there be a security check before. It’s simple and easy. It will allow you to get into the system which will then allow you to get where you need to go in the Tower.”

“Oh, okay.” 

You tried not to show how nervous you were about the security check as Bruce led you to where you needed to go. Was there a possibility that their systems could figure out that you were the spider-woman? What would they do to you if they did find out? How would Tony react? Would he still want to be your friend?

The questions raced through your mind as you went through the security process. It took longer than you would like but once you were cleared, Bruce took you on a tour. He showed you the labs that you could use, the common rooms, and the training rooms. After that, he took you into an elevator that was away from the main ones.

“This is the elevator that you will use the most,” explained Bruce. “The other elevators stop at the floor we were just on. This elevator and another on the other side of the building span all the floors.” You nodded along. “This elevator will get you to your floor as well as—“

“Wait, my floor?” You questioned.

“Yes. Tony feels that we need our own complete space. Your floor will have 4 bedrooms that you can do what you want with, a living area, a dining area, and a kitchen.”

“What? I thought that I—“

“Being my lab assistant requires that you be available as often as needed. Don’t worry, unlike Tony, my hours are fairly normal. The rooms that are available to the Team are available to you as well. Obviously, personal floors and Tony’s lab are the ones that are off-limits.”

“Obviously,” you muttered, trying to take in all the information that you were being given.

“We have several common floors that you’ll find us on a majority of the time.”

“So I’m going to be… actually living with the Avengers?”

“Yes. And hanging out with us, if you’d like.”

You felt like this might be your worst nightmare. You thought that you would be more separate from Tony, able to keep your secret, but practically living with him? That was a whole different ball game.

“The other Team members are out right now on a mission,” Bruce continued. “It’s just you and me for the next three weeks. It will allow you to get settled.”

“This is unbelievable, Dr. Banner.”

“Bruce.”

“Sorry, Bruce. I don’t know if I deserve all of this.”

“The university said they would offer up their best and it was agreed that you were it. It seems like a lot right now, but I promise you’ll do great.”

You nodded, still struggling to process it all. Bruce ended up stopping on your floor and leaving you alone to allow you to get settled. All your things were in the living area, waiting to be placed. You walked around the big space, slowly taking it all in. You noticed a tablet on the counter. Walking over to it, it immediately pulled up your contract. You read it, your jaw dropping when you realized that you were getting paid six figures.

“Holy shit,” you muttered. 

“Welcome to your home, Miss L/N,” an Irish female voice sounded around you. You jumped, looking up at the ceiling. “I am FRIDAY, an AI designed by Mr. Stark to help run the tower.”

“Oh, uh, hi.”

“I’m here to help you with whatever you need at any time.”

“Okay… are you good at keeping secrets, FRIDAY?”

“Depends on what it is. My protocols dictate that I tell Mr. Stark certain things.”

“Understandable.” You sighed. You were treading scary water here, but you needed to make sure that FRIDAY won’t rat on you. “And if I had powers?”

“My protocols dictate that if those powers are used for purposes that go against what the Avengers stand for, then I am to tell Mr. Stark.”

“Okay, okay. Thanks, FRIDAY, I think I’m good for now.”

“Of course, Miss L/N. Please let me know if I could be of any assistance.”

~~~

You didn’t dare touch your suit those first three weeks at the Tower. You didn’t want to risk it. Besides, you were truly enjoying your new job too much. Bruce’s lab had its own floor and he gave you a section of it to do your work. The lab was the most advanced lab you had ever been in, and Bruce even told you that Tony’s lab was better.

You really enjoyed working with Bruce. He was kind and quiet. He trusted you with the workload that he gave you, which you were so grateful for.

It was late at night now. Bruce had already turned in for the night and told you to go to sleep as well but you were too invested in what you were working on. You were so deep in work, you didn’t notice the lab door opening.

“Bruce?” Tony’s voice quickly caught your attention. “You there, bud?”

You looked around, trying to figure out a plan as Tony continued further into the lab. Yes, you knew that Tony wouldn’t recognize you physically but would he by your name or voice? You got mad at yourself, why had you told him your name?

“You must be Bruce’s new lab assistant,” Tony said, finally seeing you. Your heart was pounding as you continued to panic, all you could do was nod in response. “Guess he chose a quiet one. Would make sense, Bruce isn’t much of a talker.”

“Yeah,” you croaked, watching Tony carefully as he came up to a screen near you and looked at what you were working on.

You took a deep breath, which allowed you to smell Tony for the first time. You almost gasped at how wonderful he smelt. Being so close to Tony without the suits on, was a new experience. You could see the small freckles littered across his face and how brown his eyes were. You swore that if he looked you in the eye right now, you could drown in his eyes.

Then it hit you… were you forming feelings for the man in front of you? Like, serious feelings?

“Hm, interesting stuff you and Bruce are working on,” he hummed. “Did you do all this work yourself?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, trying to not say anything.

“Maybe I should steal you for a project or two. Looks like you could hold your own.” You stayed silent. His brows pinched together and he turned to look at you. “You really don’t talk, do you?” You had to look away so you wouldn’t get lost in his eyes. “Alright then. Can I at least know your name?”

Your heart dropped. What if you were honest and he put two and two together? What if you weren’t what he imagined and he didn’t want to be friends anymore? 

“Uh, I… my name is…” He lifted a curious brow your way as you stumbled through your words. Deciding to just take the leap and see where it got you, you cleared your throat, hoping that when you answered it would sound different than your normal voice. “My name is Y/N L/N.” Your voice did sound a bit different.

“Y/N, huh?” You could see his mind turning. “Well, nice to meet you.” 

“Nice to meet you too.” You both stood there awkwardly. You could tell that he was studying you, while you were trying to avoid looking at him. “I’m going to call it a night… Nice to meet you, Mr. Stark.”

“Tony,” he corrected. “Mr. Stark was my father.”

You nodded, heading for the door. “Night.” You breathed out a sigh of relief as soon as you were out of the lab. Though, you could feel Tony’s eyes watching you until you disappeared. Everything in you was telling you that your secret wouldn’t be a secret for long.

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[bloomingdayswithyou]

Heyy, how are you? İ saw your requests was open so here i am 🧍can i request a hongjoong fluff or hurt comfort type of thing?? Im studying animation and game design in uni but i dont feel like i belong here. Finding motivation was always hard for me but its worse than ever in uni and my depression isnt helping either haHa- like for a while i stopped eating properly, not sleeping more than a few hours in a day and always do oil paintings, kinda locked myself home alone and cant find any strength to do something.

İf you cant write its alright tho!! Love you and your works <3

Guiding Light

Pairing: Hongjoong x gn!reader

Warnings: none, just angst with a good ending<3

Word count: 646

Author’s note: hi!! thanks for the request🤍 honestly I’m kind of going through something similar and just wanted to say that you’re not alone in this even though it might seem like it. Wishing you strength and healing on your journey as you pursue game design and animation or whatever you feel is right for you. 🌸

You sat alone in your small apartment, staring at your computer’s screen which displayed a few unfinished assignments. The room was dimly lit, mirroring the haze of emotions that consumed them. The weight of depression and anxiety had become almost too much to bear, leaving you feeling lost and disconnected. Hongjoong had noticed the subtle changes in your demeanor over the past few weeks. As he knocked softly on the door, his heart filled with concern for the person he cared deeply about.

"It's me," Hongjoong called out gently, hoping to offer some comfort in your darkest hour.

Slowly, you opened the door, your eyes reflecting a mix of sadness and relief at seeing Hongjoong's caring face. "Hey," Hongjoong said softly, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. "I brought something for you." He held out a cup of warm tea, knowing it could be a small source of comfort. You took the cup with a weak smile, grateful for Hongjoong's presence. You settled on the couch together, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light around you.

"You know," Hongjoong began gently, "everyone faces moments when they doubt themselves or feel overwhelmed. It's okay to have those feelings. You don't have to be strong all the time."

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you couldn't help but spill your emotions to Hongjoong. You shared your struggles with finding motivation, your fears of not belonging, and all of the other burdens that seemed to weigh you down. Hongjoong listened attentively, his heart aching for you. "You're not alone in this," he said, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I'm here, and I care about you so much."

He pulled you into a warm embrace, creating a safe space where you could let your emotions flow freely. Hongjoong's presence was a guiding light in the darkness, offering solace and understanding.

"Sometimes, we need to take a step back and breathe," Hongjoong continued. "And it's okay to ask for help when we need it. You don't have to carry this burden alone." You clung to him, finding comfort in his words and his unwavering support. You realized that you didn't have to face your struggles alone, that Hongjoong was there to walk beside them every step of the way.

With Hongjoong's encouragement, you began to open up about how you feel with animation and game design, the dreams that had once fueled your creativity. Hongjoong listened with genuine interest, reminding you of the talent and potential you possessed.

"You are meant to be here," Hongjoong said firmly. "Your art and your creativity are unique and special. Don't let anyone or anything make you doubt that."

As the night wore on, you felt a glimmer of hope reigniting within you. Hongjoong's words acted as a balm to your wounded soul, soothing the ache of self-doubt and depression. "I'm here for you," Hongjoong said, brushing away a tear from your cheek. "And we'll get through this together. Your art, your dreams, they matter. And so do you."

In the days that followed, Hongjoong stood by your side, offering unwavering support and encouragement. They started to find motivation in your passion once again, your creativity slowly returning like the first rays of dawn after a long night.

As time passed, your art flourished once more, fueled by the newfound strength and love you had found in Hongjoong's embrace. Through the darkest of storms and the brightest of days, you held onto each other, knowing that with Hongjoong by your side, you could weather any storm and find the courage to embrace your dreams once more.

.

.

.

[theskystillwakesup]

hayley's message via discord

(text below)

Hello again, dear friends. It feels like it’s been a thousand lifetimes… Not only since we’ve put music out into the world but even longer since I’ve sat down with my computer to type out a note meant just for you to read.

The last few years at home were so crucial. We’re all in our 30’s now. Almost every single time the guys and I are together - and that’s a lot - we find ourselves reminiscing on the last 2 decades of friendship as if we’re ancient. It may sound silly but none of us can actually believe that we’re still here and that somehow, people still seem to care. It’s a massive deal… something we don’t take lightly.

From late 2018 until today, and for the first time in my adult life, I’ve been able to spend consecutive days, months, years, etc., at home. I kept weekly appointments (shouts to my many doctors), I cooked many meals (still wish it’d been more) in my own kitchen, and saw family (in person) any chance I could. The realization of just how luxurious all of these things are for anyone, anywhere, also became more apparent than ever. The lessons have been endless and they’ve been so different than any of the lessons I learned from living on the road, doing Paramore 24/7/365. This was a real break from whatever living I’d done before. Looking at our calendar for the next couple of years, I know that I would not be ready to give myself back to the band and the music and the life that I love so much had we not voluntarily given it up for a season.

For all of that, on behalf of us all, I want to say thank you for being so loving and supportive of us as humans first. The music industry is not a human-first industry. It’s not even a music-first industry. Look, we don’t even live in a human-first society!!!!!!!!!!!! So choosing to walk away for a spell simply for our own sanity was not an ill-considered concept.

I must admit, coming out of our respective holes in the ground and back into the “real world” is kind of terrifying. Watching and reading the news is like having the wind knocked out of you on a daily basis. The idea of getting out there and doing what we do at a time like this feels heavy and futile and necessary all at once. It also feels like the perfect time to take advantage of every opportunity we are given to leverage our platform and all of that for good causes. Whether those are literal causes or whether it’s just about showing ourselves and each other that music is still a good place to be. A show can still be a gathering and not simply a crowd. That’s what I’m looking forward to the most.

And I guess I’ll end this here.

Tomorrow, we start again!— And yet, really, we’re just picking up where we left off. For so many reasons I don’t even have words for, I think we are about to experience our happiest, most fulfilling moments as Paramore. And when I say, “WE”, I do hope by now you know what I mean.

You’ll hear from me again before long. Sending you love and all my gratitude and hopes and solidarity and all that exists in between.

Miss Williams

[whiskersz]

Hi there! Was wondering if I could have one of the match ups?

♤ my name is Lily, I go by she/her and I'm bisexual!

♡I like to think I'm a fun person, I love all things vintage but I'm also very into computer science and that sort of thing! I'm easy to get along with but have an interesting attitude!

◇If I could, possibly a romantic match-up?

♧I like listening to music, painting and watching horror films!

♤I like most things, it takes lots for me too dislike things!

♡I'm fine being matched with anyone (par Valentino but you already aren't doing him so it's fine!)

◇I don't really have a type, but I tend to go towards males over females!

♧I don't know if it's like a need to know one or not but I am in the army so yeah!

Good day Lily! I love vintage myself, it’s always a pleasure to come across other people who do!

Now, what do you think of rubber ducks? Because I match you with...

Lucifer!

You mentioned that you’re a fun person to be around; well, you’ve seen Lucifer, right? Puns, jokes, silly inventions and a love for junk food, I feel like he wouldn’t mind having around somebody else to have some fun with.

A nostalgic at heart, Lucifer appreciates your love for vintage and reminiscing about past times is a common activity for the two of you. He’ll see you holding the smallest, most inconsiderable trinket from the past and start going on about what it was like, meeting Winners and Sinners from the time it was made in.

He’s also known to be a bit of a hoarder, whatever delights him will be acquired in abundance, so expect him to be just as enthusiastic about what you like as he is about what he likes. He’s going to get you so many presents; vintage things, painting supplies, music discs...you name it!

Lucifer prefers spending time in his castle or in Lu Lu World, so you’re going to have to get quite used to him refusing to go out on most days. After who knows how much time of living like this and ignoring his own duties and kingdom, it’s going to be very hard to convince him to do otherwise, but if you have a strong personality or can somehow persuade him it might be possible. Due to your position, I feel like you could be able to do this.

Expect him to also vent a lot about his frustrations, as he is quite the chatter box in general. He mainly rants about how he wishes he could be closer to Charlie and how much he dislikes Hell and its residents, amongst many other things. Deep down, he hopes that your struggle to dislike things somehow applies to him as well. Not that he considers himself a thing, it’s just that he’s slightly self conscious around the person he loves – you.

But now onto some more fun shenanigans; he might pass his days inventing things, yes, but that doesn’t change the fact that Lucifer is a literal dad who knows near to nothing about computers and computer science. You’re going to be the one explaining every single thing about your passion for it and he’s going to listen very carefully; whether he’ll actually understand what you’re saying though is...arguable.

Do you have a favorite animal? He’s going to make it into a rubber duck. He’s also going to make you a little painter rubber duck, in fact! And turn the characters and actors of your favorite horror movies into rubber ducks as well, then he’ll give them all to you, in hopes that you appreciate his little act of kindness. If in return you paint him something, he’s going to cherish it dearly, and hang it in the hallways of his castle for everyone to see!

Hey again Lily! These are rather short, but I found it quite difficult to write for Lucifer as he’s an extremely complex character to me, if you want more I can try to write something additional :)) That’s it, just a little note!

[tayley]

via discord

—

Hello again, dear friends. It feels like it’s been a thousand lifetimes… Not only since we’ve put music out into the world but even longer since I’ve sat down with my computer to type out a note meant just for you to read.

The last few years at home were so crucial. We’re all in our 30’s now. Almost every single time the guys and I are together - and that’s a lot - we find ourselves reminiscing on the last 2 decades of friendship as if we’re ancient. It may sound silly but none of us can actually believe that we’re still here and that somehow, people still seem to care. It’s a massive deal… something we don’t take lightly.

From late 2018 until today, and for the first time in my adult life, I’ve been able to spend consecutive days, months, years, etc., at home. I kept weekly appointments (shouts to my many doctors), I cooked many meals (still wish it’d been more) in my own kitchen, and saw family (in person) any chance I could. The realization of just how luxurious all of these things are for anyone, anywhere, also became more apparent than ever. The lessons have been endless and they’ve been so different than any of the lessons I learned from living on the road, doing Paramore 24/7/365. This was a real break from whatever living I’d done before. Looking at our calendar for the next couple of years, I know that I would not be ready to give myself back to the band and the music and the life that I love so much had we not voluntarily given it up for a season.

For all of that, on behalf of us all, I want to say thank you for being so loving and supportive of us as humans first. The music industry is not a human-first industry. It’s not even a music-first industry. Look, we don’t even live in a human-first society!!!!!!!!!!!! So choosing to walk away for a spell simply for our own sanity was not an ill-considered concept.

I must admit, coming out of our respective holes in the ground and back into the “real world” is kind of terrifying. Watching and reading the news is like having the wind knocked out of you on a daily basis. The idea of getting out there and doing what we do at a time like this feels heavy and futile and necessary all at once. It also feels like the perfect time to take advantage of every opportunity we are given to leverage our platform and all of that for good causes. Whether those are literal causes or whether it’s just about showing ourselves and each other that music is still a good place to be. A show can still be a gathering and not simply a crowd. That’s what I’m looking forward to the most. And I guess I’ll end this here.

Tomorrow, we start again!— And yet, really, we’re just picking up where we left off. For so many reasons I don’t even have words for, I think we are about to experience our happiest, most fulfilling moments as Paramore. And when I say, “WE”, I do hope by now you know what I mean.

You’ll hear from me again before long. Sending you love and all my gratitude and hopes and solidarity and all that exists in between.

Miss Williams

[1rsoldiersince2012]

Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x reader)

Words: 2458 (chapter 13)

Summary:

You and Matt met in the courtroom. Now, you may think that Matt was a knight in shining armour and defended you in the name of all United States laws, but that was not the case. Matt was totally destroying your client, and you wanted to tear him into pieces right then and right there, because with Murdock as your rival, your head is on the firm's plate with each case. Did Matt care? No, he only cared about bringing justice, he was a human-machine, driven by the need to bring righteousness no matter the cost. Or was he just that? What happens when you get involved in Fisk's business and Daredevil's lies against your will?

UPDATES EVERY FRIDAY

Find my other accounts on ao3 and wattpad under the same name <3

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/1rSoldierSince2012

wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/1rsoldierSince2012

13. Crack in the Walls

The early Friday morning surprised you with news of one of the richest guy's in Hell's Kitchen death. The businessman Michael Dale was found dead in his office, a clean shot to his head. Apparently, his daughter Annie is pressing charges on her stepmother Melissa, and says that she has commissioned the murder of her husband.

Still shaken by Healy's suicide, and the mysterious 'Fisk' name, Matt felt stressed to take such a big case, but Annie, crying in their office at 9 a.m. really played with his heartstrings. 

Melissa, upon learning of the charges against her, lawyered up - hired Benowitz, who dragged you into the case as well, and you found yourself sitting in his office at noon, wishing you didn't agree to that stupid deal of you helping them whenever they asked.

"You know that I didn't kill my husband, Steven. You of all people should know this best." Melissa sat arrogantly in front of Benowitz with her legs crossed, and dried tears on her face. Chances that she just splashed water on her makeup were pretty high. 

Wait, do they know each other from somewhere? Your thought gets interrupted by Benowitz, "y/n, please be sweetie, write down Mrs Dale's statement." He briefly turns to you, sitting on his right, and you inhale sharply, but open the document on your computer nonetheless. "Melissa, where were you at the time of your husband's murder?"

"I was at home, making dinner." 

"At nine?"

"My husband liked to return very late, especially on Thursdays."

"Why?"

"So he could leave earlier on Fridays."

"But he's the boss of the company." You interfere and Benowitz sends you a glare.

"He was a workaholic, very dedicated to his company." Melissa answers.

You catch upon her already freely using past tense when talking about her husband. Usually, people tend to mix up and talk about their loved ones in a present tense. 

"What happened then?" Benowitz asks.

"I didn't wait for him and went to bed. There were nights when he didn't return at all."

"And you didn't find it suspicious... at all?" You ask again, earning another glare from Benowitz, "I mean, as a woman... We tend to jump to conclusions quite often." You smile slightly.

"No, I always felt that he was not one of those cheaters."

"Did your husband have any enemies?" Benowitz takes over.

"No, he was a good, fair man, everyone loved him."

The more questions Benowitz asked, the more you felt that Melissa was lying her ass off. Like she was prepared for it, like she knew that this day would eventually come...

You zone out for a while, and just feel yourself automatically typing Melissa's answers, when Benowitz loudly claps his hands together, "Well, I think we're good for now, so let's just settle down for the weekend, I'll be working personally on the case, so nothing to worry about, Mrs Dale. Court session is scheduled for Tuesday, but I think we will have to go through multiple sessions, because there is no evidence against you presented."

"Uh, thank you, Steven. Might I have a word with you? Alone?"

"Y/n, send me the notes, and you're free this evening. I'll give you a call if anything comes up." Benowitz hurries you with your whole laptop out in the corridor and shuts the door in front of your face.

"Asshole." You whisper under your breath and turn on your heel to leave, when you almost collide with one of the second floor lawyers, Todd.

"Whoops, careful, sweetheart, you're gonna hurt yourself." He puts his long arms on your elbows, pretending to keep you in place, so you wouldn't fall.

"Todd. Afternoon." You say formally, clutching your computer.

"What's the hurry?" He smiles viciously, hands not leaving yours, even when you step in the elevator. 

"I have places to be, don't you?" You ask as politely as possible, pressing the button in the elevator.

"Just one floor up?" He laughs, looking you up and down, "fair enough, can't overwork those pretty legs of yours."

"Todd, what do you want? I don't have much time." You hurry out of the elevator, already pulling out the keys of your cabinet, he comes after you, opening the doors, and then closing them immediately when you step inside. 

"Shit, they told me you had a spacious office, but never thought it was this nice." Todd looks around the room, and then plops on the chair in front of your table.

"Anything important? Let's leave it for Monday, shall we?" You pull out your purse from the wardrobe, and see how he puts his legs on your table, almost knocking down your Lady Justice.

"No, I think this cannot wait longer, y/n. Have a seat, will you, sugar?" 

You swallow the urge to punch him with your stapler multiple times, and sit down, encouraging him to start speaking with the slight raise of your eyebrows. 

"See, I have decided to pursue my career as a lawyer further, take it to the next level." He begins, waiting for some sort of reaction from you, yet, you only blink twice. 

"Tell that to your therapist, I'm not going to congratulate you, if that's what you expect." You say, and he smiles even wider, putting down his legs from your table.

"See, that's why I'm gonna miss your pretty face." He leans closer, on the neatly clean table. 

"Miss it? Drive to Manhattan, and you'll see it any time of the day, sugar."

"No, I don't think you're gonna stay there for a long time, too. See, my plan is to take you down. And get that warm seat of yours." He points to your chair, and looks around the room with a dreamy face. You remain silent and unimpressed. Not the first time someone threatens to get you fired here, and definitely not the last. "I know about your, uh, let's call it, little chat with Matt Murdock and his partner... Ugh, I always forget his name, the one with the terrible haircut."  

Your heart skips a beat, but face remains unchanged.

"I happened to be at the same shithole bar, and overheard something that made my, as the servant of the law, life very difficult. Can you image?" He laughs to himself, "I sit here with a chick, and hear you talking about your case with your opponents."

You feel how blood is leaving your face, and you become paler with every word that leaves Todd's filthy mouth.

"I'm sure you, master's degree, know exactly how illegal that is, right?" He smiles, intently watching your reaction.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Todd, and I really have to get going." You get ready to stand up, when his next words glue you to the chair.

"I knew you were gonna say that, so I took a picture of you, just to prove that I wasn't drunk and confused you with someone else. Although it wasn't hard to do so, because how many blind lawyers do we know? One." He whispers and pulls out his phone, showing a picture of you passing a document to Foggy, and then another one with you and Matt talking. "I have to say, you two looked pretty cosy there, you and Murdock. I can kick you both out of your jobs."

"Yes, we've met, only because they asked me to bring them the jury's decision." You remain composed, yet very stressed.

"Oh, that third-grader bullshit won't work on me, sweetheart."

"What, you're gonna file a lawsuit against us?" You lean on the table too, crossing your arms.

"Us." He mocks, "so I was right about you two."

"Right about what? Todd, you better get going, seriously."

"How good is a blind guy in bed? Might I ask him for some tactics? Because he managed to break the most cold-hearted bitch in the office. After Hogarth, of course."

"Please leave." You stand up, he does too.

"No, no, I've been pressed under your shoe for almost two years, I'm not letting that opportunity go to waste."

"What do you want?" You exhale loudly.

"Now we're talking." He smiles again, "sleep with me."

"What? No."

"Why not? It's a simple way out for you, and who knows, maybe you'll enjoy it. Never had any complaints before." he smirks and you feel like you're gonna puke from the sight. 

"You're sick in the head, Todd, please leave."

"Do we have an agreement?" He puts his hand out, yet, you look at him in disgust. "No? Okay, okay," he laughs, "no pressure, sugar, think about it during the weekend, I'll swing by Monday." He winks and leaves your office, loudly closing the doors.

"Shit." You exhale and throw your stapler at the doors, hoping that it will calm you down. Unfortunately.

*** 

A few minutes until the end of the work day, you stop in front of Nelson and Murdock, anxiously waiting for either Foggy or Matt to exit. And you appear there just in time, when Matt steps out, followed by Foggy and a blonde girl by his side.

"Evening." You acknowledge yourself, and Foggy lights up like a Christmas tree.

"Y/n, hi." He is the first one to give you a side hug, although you didn't expect it at all.

"Y/n, is that her?" Karen asks, looking at both Matt and Foggy.

"Yes, that's her." Matt fixes his glasses, smiling at you, "hi."

"Oh, I'm Karen Page, these two mentioned you around the office a lot." Karen steps forward to give you her hand, and you shake hers.

"Well, I'm sure I don't have to introduce myself anymore." You smile slightly, and eyes fall on Matt's crouched figure. "I've been meaning to steal Murdock, may I?"

Matt furrows his eyebrows, Foggy is quick to agree. "I want him back Monday morning!" He manages to joke while pulling Karen away with himself and again, you two are left alone in the cold.

"You wanted to talk about something?" Matt asks, not being able to read how you're feeling.

"My car's parked here, let's go, it's freezing outside." You simply say, and take Matt by his elbow, almost pushing him to the other side of the road.

After you sit down inside, Matt folds his cane and turns his body to your side. "Something happened?"

"This might seem stupid, but if you weren't involved, I wouldn't have bothered you at all." You turn on the ignition so that the car would stay warm.

"Involved in what?"

"I'm being blackmailed by my co-worker."

"What for?" Matt finds it hard to keep his hands to himself.

"Our talk about the case. At Josie's. He has a picture of us talking and sharing documents. And wants to sue us for breaking the attorney–client privilege. He wants us out." You grip the steering wheel hard, trying to not show how Todd's little theatrical affected you.

"Shit." Matt squeezes the bridge of his nose for a moment.

"I would get out of that myself, but he brought you and Foggy in here as well." You sigh loudly, leaning back on the seat.

"No, don't worry, it was my fault. I was the one who wanted to talk about the case, I'm the one who brought you into this."

"Matt, no. He wants me out. Mostly. We've been on the trial week together, and I got the higher seat. He wants to get me fired-"

"No one's getting fired, and especially not you. What does he want?" Matt asks, turning towards you even more.

"He... Wants me to have sex with him." You sigh again, hands falling back on the armrest.

"What? Absolutely not." Matt protests immediately, putting his hand on yours and squeezing affectionately.

"I have no choice, I can't go to court against him... He'll get me fired, this job is all I have... I can't involve you and Foggy as well, you can go to jail, you can-" you panic slightly, breathing with great struggle.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, it's alright." Matt pulls you into an uncomfortable hug, pushing your head into his chest, and you sniff loudly. "We're gonna think of something, I won't allow you to do something you don't want to, just because some asshole wants your job."

You should pull away already, but this hug, Matt's embrace and warmth is so intoxicating that you suddenly feel safe in his arms, but pull away, although, reluctantly, just to maintain the formal relationship between the two of you.

"Maybe there's no other choice. Maybe I just have to survive another shitty night, and all of this will be over."

"No, don't even think about it. I can't let you do it, y/n." Matt sighs, "I can do something... I can talk to him. Anything-"

"Matt..."

"Maybe he'll get what's coming for him either way."

"What?" Your eye twitches uncomfortably.

"Nothing. Nothing... I'll take care of this thing, don't worry, that animal won't lay a finger on you." Matt reassures, and for some mythical reason, you believe him.

In the shared silence, you find yourself putting your hand on his again, looking at the bruised knuckles. "What the hell do you do?" The question escapes along with a weak laughter and Matt's lips twitch.

"What do you mean?" He slightly shakes his head.

"Your knuckles, why are they always bruised, Matt?" Carefully, you touch the rough skin of his knuckles, and the scattered scabs.

"I..." He stalls, thinking of a reasonable, and most importantly, believable thing to say. "Punch the bag."

"Like in a gym?"

"Yeah, exactly, in a gym."

"I guess your gym buddy is quite rough." Your hands wander to the cut on his chin, but you quickly return to the present moment.

"Yeah, he is, no mercy for the blind guy." Matt chuckles, trying to decipher your emotions once again, but he doesn't want to let you go yet. "Listen, I heard Melissa Dale took Benowitz for her lawyer, is that true?"

"Uh, yes, she did." You collect yourself before you accidentally slip and tell him that you've been involved in that case too.

"How's it going for her? Maybe heard some talk in the office?"

Now it's your turn to tell a believable lie. "Personally, me, I believe that she had something to do with the murder." Matt doesn't catch you lying, well, simply because you told the truth.

"At least we're on the same page now." He smiles, for a moment, but then decides to have some fun, "hey, isn't there that guy from your office?"

"What? Wher-" you look around in panic, but then it hits you. "Bastard."

"You really believed a blind man?" He laughs wholeheartedly. "But seriously, what's his name?"

"Todd Salotto."

"Italian?"

"No, just a dick."

"Fair, fair." Matt nods to himself, feeling your hand still on his. You remember it too, and embarrassed, cough uncomfortably.

"You need a ride home?"

"Um, no, I'll take a walk. Thank you, though, very... Thoughtful." He opens the car door, letting the cold air of Hell's Kitchen hit your bare legs. "Goodbye, y/n." He gets out and unfolds the white cane.

"Have a rest, Murdock." You shout, and turn on the radio when Matt closes the doors, and the soft voice of Kylie Minogue engulfs you like a hug. 

[wishmaker1028]

Farewell to You, ch 5

Back with Yoni, she arrived at the location of where Zapdos was located. It had found its new home in an old power plant. She launched a bunch of floating rocks towards the Electric/Flying type. Zapdos used its Thunderbolt to stop the floating rocks but several surrounded it. The rocks crushed in, hitting the legendary bird rather hard. Zapdos cried out in pain. The rocks kept doing that, even though it was low on power. The rocks then turned into strong, rubber rope. The strong rubber rope surrounded Zapdos and brought it into the airship.

Yoni commented, "Well, that was rather easy. I was expecting more of a fight. Next is Moltres and then Articuno. That should flush out the queen and the rook. And then the king itself."

The computer stated, "Now charting a course for Wela Volcano Park in the Alola Region."

That's when the airship took off.

...

A little further down from the old power plant; Clemont, Serena, and Bonnie were still headed that way. They had heard from locals that the old power plant had come back online a while ago.

Clemont asked the two girls, "You two doing okay?"

Bonnie confirmed, "Yes, doing okay."

Serena frowned, "I wish we knew what we were looking for. I know we're supposed to look for Zapdos but is that it?"

Clemont stated, "Well, if Lawrence did escape from jail, he would be in a huge airship."

Bonnie pointed out, "Wouldn't that be a bit obvious...?"

Before Serena could say anything, they saw an altar up ahead.

She asked, "What is that...?" She walked up to it, seeing the lightning treasure in it. She wondered, "What's that?"

Clemont stated, "Not sure but it is pretty."

Bonnie added, "I was going to say that."

Clemont just chuckled. Serena didn't know what it was but something told her to go ahead and take it out. So that's what she did. She showed it to the siblings and to their shock, the treasure started to glow in their presence.

Serena breathed, "Oh my gosh...it's even prettier."

That's when she put it in her bag.

Clemont blinked, "This is odd, where is Zapdos, if it was here?"

Bonnie stated, "Good question. I think we should call Looker and Anabel."

To that, Serena nodded. She brought out her Pokenav as the three of them started to leave the area. Serena went over to Clemont, nervously. Clemont saw how nervous she was and let Bonnie go ahead.

He asked, "Serena, what is it...?"

She blurted out, "Do you wanna go out with me?"

To that, Clemont turned a beat red. So did Serena. Clemont nodded before she could hesitate further. Serena breathed a sigh of relief, giving Clemont a kiss. Clemont returned it, holding the performer close. Bonnie saw them from afar. She was trying not to squeal too loudly. She thought, 'It's about time, brother. It's about time.'

...

Back in Alola, Gladion had gone off with Lillie, Olivia, Kiawe, Mallow, Lana, and Sophocles to find Moltres. Professor Kukuki, his wife, and his son had gone back to the lab. All of them were noting how strange the weather was becoming. First it was hot then it was hailing and now it was windy. The wind even pushed Lana a bit.

Lana groaned, "This weather is not helping the situation."

Mallow stated, "Got that right but there's not much we can do."

Sophocles added, "Especially since Zapdos is missing."

Kiawe said, "In either event, we're nearing the Wela Volcano Park."

Olivia frowned, "Yeah but no sign of the airship."

Lillie commented, "But there's Moltres."

True to her word, the Fire/Flying type was there. It was sitting near the altar. The legendary bird looked at its visitors, tilting its head to the side.

Gladion said, "Doesn't look like it was expecting us."

Lana blinked, "Doesn't it know about Zapdos?"

Moltres shrieked at her, sounding surprised.

Kiawe answered, "Guess not."

Olivia took a step forward, "Dear Moltres, we've come to warn you. The person that once collected you is coming back."

Moltes shrieked at her in a bit of fear. The legendary bird was afraid of this. The other legendary birds and itself hadn't done a lot of training over the years. Just then, the airship arrived. It looked smaller than the one that was described to them.

Lillie was confused, "That seems...smaller than we were expecting."

Gladion threw a pokeball and out came Silvally. Kiawe did the same, sending out his Alolan Marowak. Olivia brought out her Lycanroc. Sophicles brought out his Togedemaru. Lana brought out her Primarina. Mallow brought out her Tsareena. Lillie was tempted to bring out Snowy but decided against it. She didn't know much about battling anyways.

Gladion was the first to attack, "Silvally, Multi-Attack!"

Silvally launched the attack as the floating rocks came down. It managed to destroy a few but more surrounded it.

Kiawe commanded, "Shadow Ball!"

Alolan Marowak did as it was told. It covered Silvally, to which Gladion was grateful for. Olivia went next as more floating rocks came down.

She commanded, "Stone Edge!"

Lycanroc fired its Stone Edge. It destroyed the floating rocks but there were some starting to surround Moltres. It was using its Flamethrower to get out of danger and its Aerial Ace.

Sophicles commanded, "Pin Missile!"

Lana commanded, "Disarming Voice!"

Mallow commanded, "Trop Kick!"

All three of the attacks destroyed the floating rocks but it wasn't enough. Moltres was being surrounded. The attacks kept coming but it was of no use. The rocks turned into a non burnable rope and surrounded Moltres. It flew back up to the airship. Wasting no time, the airship was out of sight.

Sophicles admitted, "T - that is not good."

Kiawe grumbled, "Anyone wanna call it in...?"

Olivia offered, "I will."

Lillie had gone over to the altar. 'What was Moltres hiding...?' She thought. That's when she saw the treasure. Lillie took it as it started to glow in her and her friends' presence. 'What in the world...?' She thought, putting it in her bag. Everyone called their pokeballs back to their pokeballs.

...

Back at the party, everyone had been informed that both Zapdos and Moltres were taken. But Ash was relieved that Serena and Lillie had the treasures. Though he was a bit curious on how the treasures glowed in the presence of his friends. He thought, 'Maybe they are Chosen Ones too! Or maybe Lugia didn't want me to do this on my own.' Looker had advised the teams to go to Shamouti, just in case.

He finally spoke, "Alright, we need to address the Weavile in the room. We still don't know where Articuno or Lugia is."

Ritchie spoke, "I have a theory. Articuno may have gone to the highest point in the world to hide. Think about it, the higher the altitude, the more snow you'll get. It would be the perfect place to hide."

Duplica winked at him, "Yeah, there's my beau! Always thinking!"

To that, Ritchie blushed. Sparky laughed a bit. Mini Dit did the same, still imitating him.

Misty teased, "Unlike some people."

Ash shot her a look, "Very funny, Mist. Very funny."

Before Pikachu could say anything, his ears perked up. "Pika? Pi pi pi?"

Pikachu turned on its heel as a porthole opened out. That's when Misty's Togetic came out of it.

"Togetic!" It said, happily.

Piplup and Buneary were both curious of the Fairy/Flying type. But Buneary was being more shy.

Dawn asked, "Where did that Togetic come from...?"

Brock started to say, "Could it be...?"

Misty whispered, "Togepi...?"

...

Wishmaker1028: This chapter is a bit longer than usual but I wanted to keep going here. Hope you all enjoy! Please read and review! And always think outside of the box!