#i felt like it matches alex's body language here

[bookuce]

Fools Rush In

SUMMARY: Nessa wasn’t looking for love, neither was Joe, but when you know, you know.

*DISCLAIMER: This is a multi-part series. I do not own any of the characters in the writing except for the OCs. The book uses actual names of wrestlers. Josh is Jey, Jon is Jimmy, Trinity is Naomi, Joe is Roman. The book is not realistic and does not take place during real events, but some actual events (matches, storylines) could pop up in the story eventually. I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE OR REPOST MY WRITINGS ANYWHERE. THAAAAAANKS. *

PAIRING: Roman Reigns x Black OC

TROPE: Love At First Sight

WARNINGS: Language, Smut, 18+, NSFW

WORD COUNT: 2.5K

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER FOUR

The doors to the loft suite that Joe was staying in swung open to reveal the damp pair. Nessa enters before him, her eyes immediately shifting to the high ceilings above them. Her lips part, and she lets out a breath. “Wow,” she starts. “I have never been in a hotel room this big before.” She says, turning to face the large man behind her. He was dumping their clothes onto the L-shaped couch in the center of the suite. “Calling this a room would be an insult, right?” She asks, getting a chuckle out of him. “This is like a condo.” She corrects herself.

Joe glances briefly at the floor, an award-winning smile on his lips. “It can be whatever you want it to be,” He says humbly. “Room works.” He assures her. Vanessa turns away from him once more, now walking over to the wall of windows that overlooked downtown Miami. Reflections of lights below filled her eyes, brightening them more than ever. For the first time, she felt like a tourist in the city she’s known her entire life. It’s the same one she’s known for thirty-two years. Same buildings, same lights, same trees, same ocean, same night sky, but here, with him in this room, it felt different. Something felt different. 

And he’d agree. 

The dazzling smile he wore so perfectly melted as he watched her. He's now putting one foot in front of the other. He felt great turmoil as he slowly walked toward her. Though his mind was sure of what Joe was about to do, his heart was beating out of his chest. His head filled with the thunderous rhythm of his heartbeat, but the vigorous flutter made him feel like he was having an out-of-body experience. Perhaps he was.

Silence makes Nessa anxious, and it’s quiet behind her—a little too quiet. She turns, meeting his gaze for only a moment. His large hands were on her face, pulling her in for a grand kiss. Slowly, she sucked in a breath, her body finally catching up to what was happening. Her lips would move against his in that same passionate manner from before. Her hands find the center of his chest, her nails curving around the mounds of his collarbones as she felt him out. Her fingers curl against the thickness of his throat before her left arm takes the lead and wraps around his neck. His warm hands moved from her face, his knees bending as his palms quickly found the flesh of her under thighs. He hoists her up into his arms, her legs wrapping around his thick torso with ease.

Her right-hand travels up his shoulder and down his back, capturing water droplets. His skin was feverish compared to the icy touch of his wet locks against her skin. Despite the contrasting temperatures, goosebumps developed, stimulating her.

Joe swayed slightly with this kiss, his equilibrium getting the best of him. He felt as if he was teetering on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall into the unknown. He takes two steps forward, pinning the woman in his arms against the glass behind her. She breaks the kiss, a loud gasp leaving her lips as she arches off the chilled surface. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He apologizes frantically. His brown eyes were wide with guilt. He takes a few steps back from the glass. “Are you alright?” He asks.

“I’m fine,” she promises. “It just…startled me, that’s all.” She laughs slightly.

“Okay.” He nods once. 

Silence fell on the pair as they searched each other’s eyes. Their chests quickly rose and fell as they recovered from that head-swimming kiss. Vanessa brings her free hand to his cheek, her thumb brushing over his cheekbone. Who was this man that had this beguiling hold on her? She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth. God, how can one man be so attractive, and what could he want with me? She thought. “Can I be honest?” He asks as if he could read her mind. 

Without a word, she nods, her eyes venturing down to his full lips. His lips appeared swollen and perfectly pink. “Would you…” He drifts off. Asking for sex was always awkward for him. “I mean, if you’d like?” He finishes. Consent was the number one rule of the game with Joe. He would do nothing she didn’t want him to do. If she just wanted to kiss all night, he would do that with no questions asked, no pressure given, but if she allows him to do this, he’ll make it an unforgettable evening for her. 

He didn’t have to finish his words for her to know what he was asking. He wanted her, and the feeling was mutual. She could feel her temperature rising by the second, the fever that Joe was feeling transferring to her. She’d release her bottom lip from her teeth, her body nearly screaming at her to allow him to put out the blaze that he started.

Slowly, she leans down, letting her lips hover over his. “I’m here, aren’t I?” she murmurs. If it weren’t for the glasses of wine, she probably wouldn’t be here in this room. She’d be in an Uber on her way home by now, and he would have let her go. Liquid courage prevails for both parties. Nessa presses a teasing kiss to his bottom lip. “Take me.” She tells him, now gently kissing his top lip.

Joe elongates his neck, closing that toying gap between the pair. Their lips reconnect for the third time tonight, but only briefly. He reluctantly parted from her, his head turning as he did so. His eyes darted around the room as if he had forgotten where he was. Brown eyes landed on the stairs that lined the east wall, his legs carrying them over to it. He ascends the steps quickly, taking two steps at a time.

Nessa glances behind them, watching as they quickly leave the first floor. She giggles, her legs tightening around the man.“Slow down. I’m not going anywhere.” She tells him. Joe stops at the top of the steps, a huff leaving his lips. His heart had an extra reason to soar thanks to the weighted cardio he had just endured. 

“I know, I know,” He breathes. “I’m just…” He drifts off when she pulls back to look at him. The moment their eyes meet, his thoughts leave. “Just…”

“Excited?” She finishes. He lifts his eyebrows at her, considering her word choice. He presses his lips together, pushing them up into his nose.

“Something like that.” He murmurs. 

Vanessa unwraps her arms from his neck, her small hands resting on either side of his face. He is one beautiful man, she thought. Though she wanted to tell him that, her brain would stop her. Joe is well aware of his beauty. He wakes up and looks at himself in a mirror every morning. Women probably jump at the opportunity to have his attention, and men likely envy him. Joe was undeniably handsome—there was no denying that. “Something like that.” She repeats. Her thumbs would brush over his cheekbones briefly before she leaned in to kiss him again. 

Joe could find his way to the bed now. It was a straight shot back, ten steps, and he would be there. One, he thought as he took the first step. He takes the next step, counting silently in his head with each step he takes. Nine, ten—. The front of his thighs hit the edge of the bed, informing him he had reached his destination.

He leans over and presses Nessa into the soft bedding beneath them, their lips still attached. His hands slide up the curves of her hips, his fingers wrapping around the elastic of her underwear. He breaks the kiss, standing from her. Joe taps her left hip, silently requesting to remove her undergarment. 

Without a word, Vanessa lifts her hips, allowing Joe to remove the damp panty clinging to her skin. He balls up the article of clothing and tosses it over his right shoulder. His hand would move between her legs, finding her warm, wet center. In response, she shivers at the feel of his hand against her. Two fingers would slide along her folds before slowly pushing into her. She sucked in a loud gasp as she squeezed Joe’s hips with her thighs, her back slightly arching off the mattress. He presses his right knee into the bed, leaning over her again.

Joe would kiss her lips to her cheek, trailing along her jawline, before burying his face in the softness of her throat. His thick fingers move slowly within her, pulling a scant breath from her with each thrust of his hand. He hungrily kisses her neck, biting and sucking to create little markings on her throat. 

Wow, they were really about to do this. Despite both previously deciding not to pursue this course of action, they ultimately ended up in bed together. Hypocrites. Drunken, lustful hypocrites. Oh well, this will be a problem for tomorrow if they want to consider it one. Either way, the pair would have to address it.

“Joe,” she moans, her hips moving against his hand now. Her breathing gradually became labored, her body feeling like a fire was consuming it. She was bound to orgasm soon. It had been so long since the last time she had even cared to be intimate with someone, and this feeling she was experiencing was not containable. His hand would quicken in pace, drawing her closer and closer to her climax. “Wait, wait…” she panted. She squeezes his hips with her thighs once more, her hips tensing as she does so. Toes would curl against the edge of the bed as Vanessa pushed her hips further into the mattress.

Her walls begin to spasm around his fingers as she cums. “God!” She exclaims, relaxing into the bed once more. Joe lifts his head from her throat, his dark hair covering their faces. Her chest rose and fell as she attempted to catch her breath. That was...wow. Their eyes would lock with each other only briefly. Joe removes his fingers from her, causing her eyes to flutter at the sensation. He brings his fingers to his mouth, slowly lapping her fluids from them. He maintained eye contact, humming at the taste while he did this.

That was the hottest thing she had ever seen before. Heat settled between her legs again, followed by a swelling pulse. Vanessa flips them over, trading places with the man now beneath her. She sits up in his lap, her hands grabbing the bralette she had on. She tugs it over her head, tossing it to the side to join her underwear on the floor.

Dark locks would perfectly frame themselves around his face as Joe stared up at the naked woman above him. His tongue would drag along his bottom lip at the sight. The growing bulge in his boxer briefs was aching to be free from its fabric confines. His hands would find her thighs, his thumbs caressing the skin beneath the pads.

Nessa reaches forward, her hand wedging between the bed and the back of his neck. She pulls the man up to her, their lips colliding in a ravenous kiss. Joe wraps a strong arm around her waist, lifting off the bed slightly. His other hand was peeling the elastic band of his underwear down, freeing his lower half from the piece of clothing. 

Without hesitation, Nessa reaches down between the pair. Her hand wraps around the shaft of his cock, positioning it at her entrance. She breaks the kiss, a shaky breath leaving her mouth as she lowers herself onto him. "Fuck," He breathes. Their foreheads gently pressed against each other in response to the feel. There was a moment of silence, broken only by the sound of soft panting as she started to move her hips. 

Her head drops back, exposing her throat to the man beneath her. His warm breath tickled her neck as his lips grazed its surface. Joe shudders slightly before allowing that muscle within his mouth to taste her skin. Though they just left a saltwater pool, she was surprisingly sweet on his tongue. At this moment, he decided to make it a mission to taste every inch of her tonight.

And so he did. It was an unforgettable night indeed. 

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As if someone shouted at her to wake up, Vanessa's eyes opened suddenly. Her gaze meets the high ceilings above her. She blinked a few times before slowly turning her head towards the figure she was lying in bed with. Joe was sound asleep beside her, his hair shielding his face from sight. Her eyes widened as she quickly looked away from him. 

Oh God..., she thought, bringing her hand to her face. She pinches the bridge of her nose, gently shaking her head in disappointment. May the morning after regret commence. 

Carefully, she begins to remove herself from the bed. Joe's arm was draped across her body, holding her in place like a clip. Delicately, Nessa grabs his forearm and lifts it, careful not to disturb him. She gradually shimmies from the comfort of the bed. Once out of his arms and the bed, Nessa skims the room for her underclothes. She spots them on the opposite side of the room. 

She turned her attention back to Joe, watching him as she quietly made her way over to her bra and panties. She leans down slowly, her hands quickly snatching up the undergarments. Her heart beat thunderously in her chest as she peered behind her for the stairs. She descends them backward, keeping her eyes on the man sleeping peacefully in the bed on the second floor. Once he vanishes from her line of sight, she turns and rushes quietly down to the first floor. 

It has been years since the last time Vanessa had snuck out of a stranger's home. Seriously, it was a sport she ditched after college. Once her feet touched the first floor, Nessa put on her underwear. "What the fuck did you do?" She whispers angrily to herself as she moves through the living room. 

There was a dull aching behind her eyes from the alcohol she consumed the night before, and all the natural light pouring into this room was not helping her. Her clothes were draped over the back of the enormous couch that centered the room. She grabs the hoodie and sweatpants, quickly putting them on. Her phone was still in the deep right pocket of her pants. She fishes it out, immediately opening the Uber app. She needed to get out of here fast.

Her shoes were on against the wall next to the door. She slips them on, reaching for the door shortly after. With one last glance at the suite, she vanishes beyond the door.

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A/N: AHHHHHH IT HAPPENED! THEY FINALLY HAPPENED!!! There was so many people who wanted this to happen in the last chapter, but I had plans! Plans that involved writer's block for several weeks at a time lmao. I won't lie to you, I been getting my ass kicked mentally for like a month now. Hopefully, everything will start looking up soon. Don't worry, it's just work that's got me drained.

Shout out to one of my friends for spamming me with nothing but Roman pictures for 5 hours to force me to finish this lmao

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𓅨 Your Fate is Sealed With Mine: Chapter Seven

Your Fate is Sealed With Mine: Y/N Burgess is the granddaughter of Alex and Paul, and after having spent so many summers at their manor and always wondering why she was forbidden from entering the basement, she descends the steps into the world of the Order. She broke out the being that had been trapped in that glass cage, but what does he want with her now that he is free?

Warnings: Language, Reader Get’s Chased, Reader Get’s Injured, Blood, Exposition Heavy, Possessive Morpheus (Emo Boi Doesn’t Like Sharing).

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x Female!GranddaughterReader, based on Netflix’s ‘The Sandman’, Reader now has long-ish hair for plot reasons (Just so Morpheus can tug on it later).

Word Count: ~3.3k

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“You have got to be kidding me,” The words slipped from your mouth before you even had a chance to realize you were saying them. You ask for one night of peace and you end up in the one place you wanted a break from! Your dreams. Tapping your hands on your legs, you looked around and observed the crumbling place you were in. You had been here before, at least in that memory. The one where you got choked that is. You weren’t too keen on coming across the monsters again, but so far, the ruins were silent. Stepping forwards, you meandered down the crumbling path that led to the castle ruins. The stone path was dark and riddled with dust and chunks of stone from nearby structures. Large spaces on either side of the path were devoid of what you suspected used to be glimmering water. You had to weave around the rubble, which made your trek to the castle slow. Slow, but enjoyable for now.

Moving your way though what felt like a crumbling ghost town that was once a thing of beauty, you ran your fingers lightly over the remnants of carved stone, silently wishing you could have seen it when it was in its glory. It was a kingdom, clearly, but where were its inhabitants? Where was its ruler? Someone wouldn’t just abandon what had to be a beautiful city such as this one, not on purpose at least. Stopping at a statue of what looked like a dragon, you peered closer at the gold plated placard. It was heavily dented but you could make out a a name.

“Xermei, Lady of the Skies,” You spoke softly, running your fingers over the inscribed name. Your eyes returned to the crumbling dragon. The size of the statue was impressive and you were surprised that it was still so well put together. Stepping around to the front, you peered at the eyes. One eye socket was empty, the other held a beautifully cut gemstone. A glittering red orange color that seemed to have light flickering within. It was quite beautiful and a shame that it was missing it’s other ‘eye’ so to speak. Your eyes dropped to the chunks of white stone that littered the marble slabs on the ground. It was pretty dusty poking around, and you coughed a few times, waving out a few dust clouds. But eventually your search was rendered successful. Beneath a chunk of stone was the matching eye, layered in dust and grime. Picking up the gem, you wiped off the dust and grime clinging to the stone until the warmth of the gem glowed once more. “Let’s get you back where you belong, shall we?”

Climbing the crumbling dragon wasn’t easy but the broken parts of the statue provided enough of a grip for you to haul yourself up the neck where you clung to it with your legs and stretched forwards to place the eye back in place. Satisfied that it was safely tucked back into place, you let your body slid down the neck before hopping back to the ground. You dusted your hands on your pants and turned around to continue on your way… only to come face to face with a stern looking woman holding a book in hand. She looked at you over her spectacles, lips pursed.

“It seems you are back, despite my repeated warnings.” She stated, tilting her head to the side. “How many times must I tell you that you do not belong here?”

“Sorry?” You spoke, a little confused. She must have met you before… which obviously you didn’t remember. “I’m not doing this on purpose, you know. I just fall asleep and find myself in this bloody place. Do you know how long I’ve been wishing for a night of sleep where I am free of these dreams? It’s driving me mad.”

Her eyebrow went up, clearly unimpressed by your words. You sighed and waved your hands about.

“Look, I don’t know what I’m doing here. I’m just along for the ride… okay?” You then continued on your way. The woman decided to follow, her disapproving gaze heavy on your back. You probably weren’t going to lose her anytime soon. “Well since you feel the need to follow me, care to tell me your name?”

“I am Lucienne, Head Librarian and Record Keeper of The Dreaming.” She replied crisply.

“And why have you stayed in a place where everyone has left?” You asked, looking up at a nearby lamp post, whatever it had been using for light was hanging from where it had been mounted. Broken, just like everything else in this place. “This place is a crumbling ghost town full of shadows.”

“Because my loyalties will always lie with my king, even when he is absent.” Absent? Your eyebrows went up and you glanced around.

“Looks more than just absent, Lucienne,” You commented quietly. “Kingdom’s don’t crumble like this over night, or even in a few years. How long has your king been gone?”

Lucienne looked down at the book in her hand. She then cleared her throat and looked back up at you.

“Over one hundred years.” She answered rather uncomfortably. “But the king will return.”

“You’re very sure of that.” You murmured, studying her.

“The king is the very life blood of The Dreaming. Without him we would not exist.” Lucienne said as you passed the castle gate and proceeded into the front courtyard. It had plants that were either dead or overgrown, and a fountain that had long since dried up. The ground was littered with dead leaves mixed with dust and even with all the death and decrepit stone, you could picture what it once looked like. Pausing in step, a confusing sense of nostalgia overtook you. You knew this place, but not from that terrifying memory. You turned back to Lucienne.

“What is he? Your king?” You asked, your eyes lingering on her pointed ears. Lucienne stared at you for a minute before speaking.

“He is Dream of the Endless, King of Nightmares and Dreams, Prince of Stories, Lord Morpheus.” Lucienne responded, moving towards the large doors to the castle. “Come, it is time to figure out what you are and why you are here.”

Your eyebrows rose once again and with a shrug, you followed her into the castle.

The library was extraordinary and you were sad to know that no matter how many dreams you had, you’d never be able to read all the books found on these shelves. Lucienne had grabbed a bunch of books and placed them on a table in the center of the library before starting to flip through them. You had taken to looking through the books on the shelves, tracing their spines with your fingers. The only sounds in the library were the sounds of pages being flipped and after a while, you were feeling restless.

“What are you looking for?” You finally asked, meandering over to where the librarian sat, concern on her face.

“Information telling me what you are,” She said, her finger running down a page. “This book holds all of your dreams and it is here where I shall find my answers.”

“Bloody hell,” You breathed out, inching forward to take a closer look. “All of my dreams?”

“Quite,” You shuddered, the thought of Lucienne being able to see all of your dreams frightening. Lucienne’s eyebrow rose and she tilted her head. “In my reading I have decided that it will be helpful to visit Cain and Abel, as you seemed to frequent them quite often.”

“I don’t remember much of them but if it helps,” You replied while rubbing your forehead. “How rare are lucid dreamers?”

“Rare,” Lucienne responded. “But I can cross that off the list of possibilities. You don’t fit the qualifications.”

“So what else could I be?”

“A vortex, among other things. Pray that you aren’t.” You didn’t like the sound of that.

“Got it, vortex bad…” As you trailed off, a stick figure with a pumpkin head emerged from the shadows of the library.

“Cleaned up the east tower rubble but I think the garden on that side is close to collapse.” The pumpkin spoke as you stared wide eyed at it, wondering if you were tripping on something. The pumpkin’s black carved eyes landed on you. “Who’s this?”

“This, Mervyn, is Y/N, and I don’t know what she is… yet.” Mervyn’s eyebrows would have gone up if he had them.

“Wow, something you don’t know?” Lucienne looked like she was resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

“I don’t know everything, Mervyn.” She corrected him, shutting the book in front of her. Mervyn grunted and looked at you.

“Call me Merv,” You raised two fingers and gave him a small wave with them.

“Now that greetings are over, can we please get back to the task at hand?” Lucienne questioned sternly, looking at the both of you over her glasses. “The Dreaming is barely holding together as it is, I don’t need you causing more destruction.”

“Yeah and I don’t want to keep cleaning it up.” Merv complained, crossing his stick arms. “Maybe since Y/N here can—“

Mervyn’s words were drowned out by a howl. That sound made a shiver go up your spine, and not the good kind. You remembered that howl and it hadn’t ended well for you.

“What are hell’s beasts doing in the Dreaming?” Lucienne questioned, abruptly getting to her feet. You had an idea why they had come.

“I’m not turning into a chew toy again.” Merv muttered.

“They’re probably after me.” You spoke up, backing away towards the exit. Lucienne looked at you with skepticism.

“And pray tell, what could those beasts want with you?” You shook your head, your heart already speeding up in your chest.

“I don’t exactly know, but they’ve gone after me before. I don’t want anyone hurt because of me. Just… find out what I am, okay? This place has been haunting me long enough.” She looked conflicted. But in the end, no more words were said because from the shadows slunk one of those beasts you remember from your dream. “Oh bollocks.”

It leaped at you, and luckily, you had the brains and speed to duck. The black swirling mass flew over your head and crashed into a shelf behind the table. You didn’t even bother speaking to Lucienne or Mervyn before you tore out of the library like a bat out of hell… or at least a bat running from hell.

You really needed to work on your cardio… because by the time you made it to the castle exit, dodging broken rock and swiping claws, you were almost out of breath. Crashing your way through the gate, a shriek passed through your lips as lines of fire erupted on your arm, burning your flesh like razor hot whips coated in acid. You stumbled, body slamming into a cracked pillar before bouncing off it and landing straight on your stomach. You let out a grunt and rolled onto your back. Only come face to face with the black mass of the beast and it’s glowing red eyes. It was staring into your eyes with its menacing maw parted to reveal jagged rows of teeth.

Your heart leaped to your throat and you were momentarily unable to breath. Then it’s teeth lunged down. Your arms went up and you pushed against its massive chest, straining to keep those vicious teeth away from your body. The beast wasn’t happy with you for doing so, snarling and snapping it’s teeth at you further. You let out a growl of your own, your muscles burning as you pushed, your injured arm burning with searing pain that throbbed in rapid beats. Your injured arm wasn’t going to last long and as predicted, it shook harder and harder until it completely gave out. Teeth descended towards you…

You jerked yourself into a sitting position on your bed and grasped your left arm, biting down hard on your lower lip to smother the scream of pain that wrenched itself from your lungs. Bloody hell you might just have woken the entire manor with that scream if you had let it out! Your eyes burned and prickled as tears leaked from them and worse, the hand you had clasped against your arm could feel a warm sticky substance leaking from somewhere. You had an idea what it was. Looking down at the origin of your pain, you gasped. Crimson was slipping from beneath your fingers and rolling down your arm.

“Shit,” You breathed out. Scrambling from your bed, you ran for your bathroom and grabbed a hand towel, promptly pressing it against the set of four jagged lines that had opened up on your arm. How could this happen? It hadn’t happened when you had banged yourself up in The Dreaming when you were younger… but that didn’t matter. What mattered at the moment was running down stairs and getting a plaster. Actually, you think you were going to need more than just a plaster. Scurrying out of your room, you took the servant stairs to the first floor and darted for the butler’s pantry where you knew a first aid kit would be.

Luckily for you, it was very early morning, just around two o’clock, so no one was up save for the night guards in the basement. Making it to the butler’s pantry without being seen was no problem. You made a bit of a mess unpacking the first aid kit and then an even bigger mess cleaning up the mysterious scratches on your arm. Blood was everywhere.  A panickied thought ran through your mind.

If you got hurt in a dream, you shouldn’t get hurt in the real world, right? Wrong. If you got hurt this time, what would happen if you died in The Dreaming? You didn’t want to think about it. Wrinkling your nose as your arm sharply ached while you wrapped a roll of bandage over the gauze you had placed, you pressed the end of the bandage to ensure that it would stick to itself.

You slumped back against the counter, breathing heavily and trying to ignore the now dull ache in your arm. There were serious concerns about ending back up in The Dreaming now that the beasts were hunting you again. You needed to learn how to protect yourself from them because you couldn’t just keep running from them. If they were from hell, maybe some holy objects would help? Maybe you just needed to consult a church, or a bible? Did bibles tell you how to repel a demon? Hell beasts? You had not a clue. Turning back around, you sighed at the mess you had made. It was going to take at least three, maybe four towels to fully clean up the blood you had spilled while trying to wrap your arm.

Grabbing a few rags from beneath the counter, you packed away the first aid kit and mopped up the mess you had made. You actually ended up needing five towels to fully wipe the counter clean again. Paul and Alex might just have heart attacks if they find out you got hurt… you needed to dispose of these rags quickly. Exiting the butler’s pantry, you headed for the wash room. Turning down the hallway, you stopped short feeling like you had been caught red handed with the bloody towels in your arms. One of the night guards was punching in the code for the basement. He paused and looked at you, doing a double take.

“Mum… are yea alright?” He asked, his eyes filling with concern. You looked down at the bloody rags again and cleared your throat.

“Oh, don’t mind me. Got up for some water and walked right into one of the statues upstairs, cut my arm.” You explained, your mind quickly coming up with an excuse for the bloody rags. Your wrapped arm was good proof for your lie. Your glanced at it and let out a nervous chuckle. “I’m a bit clumsy at night, I’m afraid. Didn’t even see the statue…”

“Do yea need a doctor?” The guard questioned in concern, and you felt guilt creep in for your lie. You shook your head. “I can make a call for you if yea need?”

“No, no, that won’t be necessary.” You spoke calmly and with a small smile. “I’ve wrapped it up and will have it looked at tomorrow morning. Have a goodnight.” You scurried past him, making a beeline for the wash room.

Over a century has passed since I had been trapped in this glass cage, unable to tame Dreams and Nightmares which ran rampant in this world. Unable to return home and return the balance to the Waking World, I waited. I had patience. Roderick Burgess did not. His desire for eternal life, riches, and the life of his first born son had consumed him until it was his only waking and dreaming thought. It became clear to him that I would not give him what he wanted. In his desires, Roderick called upon the Magdalene Grimoire once more and performed one last spell. One that would bind me to his lineage forever. But he didn’t anticipate one loop hole in that spell: I could choose which Burgess to be bound with.

“You were out longer than your five minutes, Fred,” Ernie spoke, not looking up from her book as Fred re-entered the basement and slunk his way over to the security desk. He dropped his body back into his seat.

“Crossed paths with the mum,” Fred grunted out, reaching for his paper once more. Morpheus shifted his eyes over to the two humans at the mention of Y/N Burgess. After years of waiting, he had finally found a Burgess to bind himself to. Y/N Burgess’s fate was tied to his, whether or not she wanted it to. But the young Burgess was quite the little troublemaker he had come to find out. Certainly in her dreams. She was quite an adventurous little thing.

“What was the miss doing up at this hour?” Ernie asked, looking at Fred.

“Cut ‘erself, was a right bloody mess when I saw ‘er.” Fred explained, opening his newspaper. That made Morpheus’s face twitch just slightly. While the connection he held with Y/N offered him a chance to watch over her, it wasn’t strong enough for him to maintain a constant watch on the young Burgess. As it had been apparent when he dragged her from the Ocean of Dreams. What had the little troublemaker gotten herself into this time?

“How’d she cut herself?” Fred shrugged, turning his attention to his newspaper.

“‘ell if I know, said she walked into one of them statues… but whatever happened caused a right mess. Arm was wrapped up like a mummy.” Concerning, but if Y/N was able to tend to her wound she was fine. But Morpheus was going to have to have a talk with her when he was free about her proclivity for finding trouble.

I had to admit, when I had bound myself to Y/N Burgess, I held little expectation for the little being. Human’s were predictably savage, selfish, and impulsive. But Y/N used her connection to The Dreaming to explore from an early age. She utilized the gifts she gained from being bound to me without even realizing it and that made her special, proving that my choice in her was the right one. But then the nightmares started interfering. The humans, in their crude and rigid ways, forced away her Dreams and thus, she forgot about The Dreaming entirely.

Many years passed were I could only watch from the shadows, helpless to shield her from the torture she endured because of our connection. I had chosen her and she suffered the consequence. But Y/N is a tenacious human and ultimately broke free of the suppressants that had built a wall between us. Now she was back on her own accord, incited by my own actions. It is only a matter of time before she learns the truth. She is mine and always has been, and I don’t plan on sharing her with anyone.

Date Published: 9/5/22

Last Edit: 5/29/23

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The Implicit Demand for Proof (9)

Pairing: Detective David Loki x reader

Summary: you, a forensic psychologist, get called in on a high priority child abduction case in Conyers, PA. What happens when you catch feelings for the mysterious detective Loki?

Warnings: spoilers for the movie, movie level violence, slight change of events, language, fluff, angst

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-The next morning-

It was raining and raining, hard. The sun refused to come out from behind the clouds. You watched the raindrops roll down the window in the break room. Leaning your head against the cold glass, you checked your phone. Again. No notifications.

You’d been waiting on Loki to call you with any info, but you’d just be happy to hear from him. He was out tailing Keller Dover. You were back at the station trying to find a lead on your prime suspect.

You grabbed your snack from the vending machine and walked back towards your desk.

You felt your phone vibrating in your pocket.

Well speak of the devil.

“Yeah?” Your opening remark getting strait to the point, leaving no time for pleasantries. Loki must have been rubbing off on you.

“Hey, Dover caught me following him so I’m heading back. He’s definitely hiding something.”

“Damn.” You replied, biting your nail. It was an anxious habit you’d yet to quit.

“Yeah. So get this…Mrs. Dover thinks Keller has been helping us this whole time. She has no idea where he’s really been.”

“Oh hell.” Your words oozing with irritation. Just what you guys needed was to chase after Keller Dover.

“And she called me last night thinking Anna had come home all cause a damn window was open in the house. She isn’t gonna be any help. She’s been taking sleeping pills this whole time.” Loki let out a sigh.

“Oh great.” Sarcasm rolling off your tongue with ease.

“Found a bag of Lye in their basement- which, by the way, is like a dooms day pepper’s dream- half used.”

“Well that may be a bad sign for us finding Alex Jones..if Dover did do something to him. Under high heat and pressure, lye can turn corrosive enough to disintegrate a body.”

“Yeah.” Loki sighed. “I know.”

“Shit.” You anxiously a hand through your hair.

“Well, I don’t think Dover killed him. He’s sure that Alex knows where the girls are, won’t kill his only lead.”

“Yeah.” Loki said. “Maybe”

Silence lingered only for a moment, and in that moment you saw your opportunity.

“Hey..uh…you wanna go and grab lunch?” You asked, nervously fidgeting with the lid on your coffee cup. You felt like a teenager asking out their crush, except you weren’t a teenager and you were working and hungry.

“Um..” His heart was screaming yes, but his brain was screaming no. He had to solve this case, needed to before time ran out, before it consumed him.

“Uh..not now. Really need to find out what Dover’s been doing and find our guy from yesterday. There’s a good place you can order from-“

“Yeah, no of course, the case.” You interrupted. “See you back at the station then.” You said and abruptly hung up the phone. That did make you a little upset, which was stupid, but you were really looking forward to getting lunch with him. Just him. Not sharing a table with three others in the break room, eating while working, or eating by yourself at your desk. You wanted lunch with Loki. Hell, forget lunch, you’d settle for just the detective.

You hoped Loki’s refusal wasn’t personal. You had overheard that Loki solved every case he’d ever been assigned, you guessed he didn’t get that track record by going out for lunch with co workers.

.

Loki walked into the bullpen, his jaw clenched and shoulders stiff. He was desperately hoping y/n was able to get a lead. Didn’t help that he’d just been in a yelling match Keller Dover..again.

His body became less tense at the sight of y/n, who was currently talking on the phone.

David sat at his desk and began to search for more background on Keller Dover. He couldn’t help but glance over at y/n.

God, she was so pretty.

Almost like she felt him staring, she turned and locked eyes with the detective for a moment. Lokis heart definitely skipped a beat but he wouldn’t admit that. She flashed a polite smile, then went back to writing down a few notes.

“Okay, thank you. Bye.” She hung up.

David expected y/n to immediately swivel her chair towards him and tell him if she’s got a lead.

He wanted to see her eyes light up cause she found something and he wanted to hear the sweet sound of her voice.

She didn’t.

She didn’t even say hi, just kept working.

Unusual for her.

David thought to himself for a minute.

What could be wrong? Other than present circumstances, of course.

‘See you back at the station then.’ Her words echoed in his mind.

She’s upset about lunch? Damn it. Should’ve said yes. Maybe I should apologize? But it’s only lunch, isn’t it? Am I overthinking it? Is y/n overthinking it?

Just talk to her.

Right. Talking.

He tapped his fingers nervously on the desk, glancing at y/n once more.

Play it cool David, play it cool.

Just ask her if she’s got any leads.

“Got anything?” He finally asked.

She let out a sigh.

“Almost.”

Loki raised his brow, encouraging her to elaborate.

“I got results back from sending the sketches of our suspect to my people back home. I had them run the sketches with FBI facial recognition software- Comparing them with Pennsylvania drivers Licenses. It came back with only 5 results. I’ve confirmed 2 of 5 alibis. Working on the rest.”

“That’s..fuck, that’s great.” He said, growing excited at such a good lead.

Loki hesitated before his next sentence.

“So..what happened to ‘staying on the same page’ ?”

Y/n’s demeanor changed before Loki even finished his sentence. She drew into herself, crossing her arms as she spoke, “I’m sorry, Loki. I just get really zoned into my work sometimes. And like you, I’m not used to having a partner, you know?”

Y/n rolled her chair back to her desk.

“Yeah. I know.” Loki replied.

In the field, he was trained so he could handle almost any situation, but his relationships were a different story. Loki had always been a loner, never really getting close with anyone.

Loki and Y/n worked at their desks for a while, both afraid to create tension with the other.

.

“Huh.” Loki remarked, leaning back in his chair.

Y/n leaned back in her own chair, peering out from behind the narrow cubicle wall that divided their desks.

Loki noticed her staring and motioned for you to come look at his computer.

David hoped y/n would view the gesture as an olive branch, albeit unnecessary, as the perceived tension between him and y/n was purely based on raised emotions and the two of them running on empty. David had come to learn over the last six days, emotions were tricky things to navigate, especially when y/n was around.

She rolled over to him in her chair, leaning in close. Loki caught a whiff of her perfume, he was immediately intoxicated by the scent. It suited her.

Y/n’s brows knitted in confusion

“William Dover Obituary?”

“Look.” Loki pointed to his computer screen. “Dover’s father killed himself when Keller was a teen. Left Keller the house. I bet that’s where he’s going during the day and possibly keeping Alex Jones. I’m gonna go check it out.”

He stood, putting on his coat.

“I’ll keep on these leads, let you know when I have something.” Y/n replied, flashing him another polite smile.

Loki returned it with the same gesture.

On the drive to Dover’s dad’s old apartment building, Loki grew increasingly suspicious of the man, especially when he pulled up to the property. It was super dilapidated and he was sure the inside looked worse.

After entering through the window, Loki’s suspicions were confirmed. It was a perfect place to hide a body among other crimes.

He entered what he assumed was a living area only to find Mr. Dover laying on the floor. Loki hoping he hadn’t drank himself to death since their earlier conversation.

“Hey, rise and shine.” Loki said, kicking him.

Not dead, just drunk.

.

Loki’s tour of the building was cut short by his phone ringing.

“Shit.”

Caller ID: (f/n) (l/n)

If anyone was going to interrupt him, he was glad it was y/n.

“Hello?”

“Loki! I’ve got our guy!” Yn was practically yelling. “The Clerk from the mall called, got his license plate and he’s the last guy on my list. Bob Taylor. 437 Carrol Street. Meet you there.”

“Yeah? Ok. Meet you there.” He replied and slipped his phone back in his pocket.

“Go home Mr. Dover” he ushered and hurried out the door.

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May 14: The Expanse 1x10 (!!!)

I didn’t stop watching The Expanse because of anything to do with The Expanse, more because of the struggling to be a human thing. But here I am, back, finishing off S1.

First of all, this show needs a previously on. Even when I was watching one episode a week pretty consistently, I still felt like I needed a neat little summary going in. Take a couple weeks off and I’ve given up on anything other than Cool Vibes and Look, Action!!

I do still really like Eros station and just the set design in general. The bit in the arcade-space reminded me of the fsociety headquarters in Mr. Robot, possibly because I found my old notes on it recently and I kind of want to rewatch it, I think. But I also loved the whole ‘coins falling on a dead body after a death-match’ shot—very metal. I thought the episode did a good job of having finale-worthy character moments, like Holden choosing not to save Kenzo (do I entirely remember who Kenzo is? No. I mean I remember who he is but not when he was last seen. But that’s okay because I get, like, the meta of what they’re trying to do, I read the moment in its context, sort of like knowing what part of speech a word in a foreign language is, but not what it means). Or Naomi and the little girl—portentous.

I sort of wanted there to be more explanation, both since this was the season finale and because I thought the end of the last episode set up a possible Exposition-Heavy next installment, but it did lean heavier on the action sequences/movement-based plot and less on actually giving context to anything or providing answers. So I have mixed feelings about that. Like I do think tantalizing clues, like whatever they were doing with Julie’s body, or whatever the blue human shape attacking Kenzo was at the end, are appropriate for a finale ep, but I needed some MORE. Is Julie still ‘alive’ somehow? Is the blue light indicative of this substance being more than just a weapon? That’s what I’d like, honestly. The explanation Holden and Miller outline in this episode—it’s just a really big, really bad weapon, and Bad Guys are using Eros as a testing ground for it, hoping to pit all three major players against each other over their suspicions of it—is certainly, like, a plot. A plot I’ve heard before. But understandable, digestible, solid. Classic, one might say.

But what if… something else. What if it’s not just a weapon? What if its ability to brutally kill is just the first thing it does? What if it can also reform or reconstitute? What if it’s absorbing rather than killing? What if the resultant bodies have some sort of unique use or value? That would certainly take the show’s themes of The Machine literally chewing up and spitting out the bodies of the underclass for the benefit of the upper class to a new level. I thought there were some indications of this—not this specifically but an unknown additional level—in the finale. Whatever they were doing with Julie’s body, and the line about saving us all. That Holden and Miller’s explanation, despite its plausibility, is left hanging as not quite complete or not quite accounting for all the facts. The human figure in the blue light at the end. That we have so little exposition and so much of an air of mystery around the whole episode, as if we’d really learned almost nothing here, despite all the action.

I’m not saying I’m necessarily getting my hopes up for any of this because it’s so purely speculative and I could easily see the show moving off in some totally different direction.

A few other random thoughts: the Julie-hallucination turning into Amos made me legitimately laugh. Like this episode is not funny and the show is pretty overall serious but I laughed for real. The funniest character for it to actually be. Also, love guard dog Amos making a return. I think Holden and Naomi are bros. Alex has grown on me a lot. I like when he takes out the country twang voice. Usually the Roci looks like a bullet but today it sort of looked like some kind of bug, while it was still attached to the dock.

[lumosinlove]

Well, this got longer than I thought it would, so I’ll have to publish in a few parts as I write...

But Happy Birthday, Finn, my favorite :)

Find it here on Ao3

~

Of Silence And Slow Time

part i of iii

~

New York City, 1920

~

Everyone told Finn that the statue looked like him, that he simply must go and see it.

“Really, Finn,” his older brother Alex said. “It’s the eyes, the face, it’s the mouth. It’s uncanny.”

Finn had just looked over Alex and the man and woman he seemed to always have at his side ever since the war ended. Natalie, a nurse whom he’d met in France, and Kasey a Canadian from another unit—they’d ended up in the hospital together.

“It’s in France,” Finn said flatly. “I know you’re forgetting about it all, but I’m not exactly keen on going back there. It took me ages to get home.”

It had taken everything for him to get home.

Alex, to Finn’s relief, nodded at Natalie and Kasey to go get themselves a drink at the bar down the street, told them that he’d meet them there. Finn stared down at the book open and unseeing in his lap. He wasn’t even sure what he was reading, on that he wanted to. His mind didn’t seem to follow him just right these days. Cars became bombs sometimes. Sleep was all dreams.

Alex sat beside him on their parents’ old sofa.

“Fish,” Alex said softly, and moved his hand slow, where Finn could see it, before resting it gently around his shoulders. “You can’t sit here all day. That’s not going to help you, and I know you don’t like it. You’ve never sat still like this.”

“I’m not going back to France.”

“It’s Paris,” Alex said, and gently flipped Finn’s wrist over to reveal the tiny globe his friend Jackson had dotted there with a needle and ink. “You’ve always wanted…don’t let this war stop you any longer.”

Finn stared down at the reminder he’d asked his friend for, ink permanent black. He’d never been farther than New England before the war. Paris, he’d always thought, gazing at his collection of books. Rome. Athens, Barcelona—

Finn swallowed hard. “Looks just like me, huh?”

Alex’s grin was enough to pull one out of Finn, just slightly. “It was bizarre.” Alex squeezed his shoulders. “I’ll even meet you there later if you want, once we’re through with Canada.”

Finn sent a wary glance towards where Natalie and Kasey had left.

Alex raised an eyebrow. “You’d like them. And, who knows who you’ll meet over there. We ran into all sorts of people, people like you’ve never seen. It’s why—” Alex broke off slightly, and looked after the nurse and soldier, too. Finn blinked at the nervous bob of his throat, and then his smile. “There are all sorts of love and art in this world of ours. I know it feels like it’s all war, I felt that too, but it’s not. Please let me help you see that.”

Finn rubbed a thumb over his tattoo, and closed his book.

Everything felt like war. He was so tired of it he thought he’d be crushed.

He looked up at his brother. “I don’t have much money.”

Alex just grinned and slapped him on the back, then pulled him into a tight embrace.

~

Finn arrived in Paris with a lump in his throat. He stumbled through half-French greetings and requests to his taxi, who looked at him sourly and turned out to have dropped him off four streets away from his hotel—maybe on purpose. Maybe because it was barely six in the morning.

Finn was annoyed at first, and then he began to walk.

Paris’ cobblestones were like those in the West Village, only they weren’t. There were glimpses of his home in the uneven tread of his feet, but these stones were darker, as if soaked with more time and more place. It calmed him, while the brief glance towards France’s rolling hills had sent him back to his cabin on the rocky ship, shaking and gasping for air. He’d barely eaten during the entire journey besides forcing down the occasional breakfast sludge, and his legs had wobbled so fiercely upon stepping back onto land, he’d had to sit down.

Finn paused now, closing his eyes and leaning against the nearest building. He’d been so stupid the first time, decked out in his new uniform, eyes on the war like it was some prize to be won. The comfort waned with his scattering mind and Finn tried to draw a steady breath in. The lump in his throat only grew tighter and he squeezed the handle of his small suitcase.

“Monsieur?” came a voice, spilled over with concern.

Finn’s eyes flashed open and he pushed himself straight, blinking through the pale morning light. There was a boy standing there, around his age, with bright blond hair and worried blue eyes. He was tall, with a neat white apron tied around his hips.

“Ça va?” the boy took a hesitant step forward. His eyes glanced towards Finn’s suitcase, and he nodded in realization, then spoke in accented English. “Are you all right?”

Finn looked behind the boy to see the cafe, slowly opening, from which he must have come. There was an abandoned stack of chairs he was putting out for the day, and his apron had an embroidered name at one corner, Finn realized, that matched the sign above.

Le Lion.

“Yes,” Finn breathed, but found himself unable to speak louder. “I’m fine.”

The boy just shook his head, and gestured behind him. “Non. You must sit down. S’il vous plaît. Please.”

Finn didn’t know how to refuse him.

A few minutes later, he found himself stationed at one of the cafe’s tables with a steaming pot of coffee in front of him, a croissant, and a plate of softly scrambled eggs.

“You look like you need more than butter and bread,” the boy had said, wiping strong looking hands on his apron. “You are from America?”

Finn nodded. He had been worried he would be able to stomach the food after the boy went through so much trouble, but upon his first bite of eggs, he felt ravenous.

“Yes,” Finn nodded, brushing his hands off from croissant crumbs. “Sorry, yes,” he held out his hand. “Finn.”

“Leo,” the boy smiled, and took his hand. “It is a pleasure.”

Finn found himself returning that smile with one that, for the first time in a long time, felt like his own. He tried to put coins into Leo’s hand when it was all over, but Leo simply waved him off and said he hoped to see Finn again.

~

The Louvre was more than Finn could have imagined. It was like walking across the ocean floor, new rarities at every corner. And, of course, there was the matter of the statue. Alex had said it would be with all the other works from ancient Greece. He didn’t have trouble following the signs to the correct gallery, walking through the white marble hallways. When he did reach the Greek galleries, his first thought was that the perfectly white statues nearly blended in with everything else, at least until he found a plaque that said it had all been painted once. Finn smiled to himself. Maybe his apparent stony doppelgänger had had red hair, too.

Imagining Alex and his long stride in these halls was easy. And it was quiet here, and distracting, which let Finn close his eyes for a moment, inhaling the scent of old stone, like a church, or a river’s bank.

When he opened them, he had found it. He was staring into his own face. His eyes were blank. He reached up to feel the shape of his own jaw as he looked at the statue’s, on display in the way the head was slightly turned, jaw set, brow low, as if in focus. Finn blinked, pulled out of the daze of seeing it, and his eyes landed on the museum card beside it. There was a word in ancient Greek, said to have been carved more visibly into the bust’s base. Future, it translated to. Thought to be made in the name of a God, though he may be lost now. There is no other surviving work by this artist.

Finn looked back at the eyes, so much like his own he could have seen brown there in the blank irises, and thought about when this strange statue had been carved. He’d always loved the way ancient Greece was sometimes described in poetry. It had gotten him through many long nights in the trenches. Serene, warm, and with nothing to do but lounge in the olive groves. Working the land and coming home at sundown to wine and honey and spiced meat. He’d longed for it. He longed for it still, this simple-seeming past.

The next thing he felt was warm wind. He smelled salt water.

The museum melted around him and his shoes slipped into sand before disappearing entirely.

~

Finn turned around to the sound of someone shouting, worried it was at him, only to find a brunette boy storming towards him—then past him—a foreign language continuing to fly off of his tongue. But more importantly, the boy was dressed in a simple garment of white cloth that left his strong, tanned legs and arms completely bare, and his feet were sandaled. Finn reached down to smooth his suit, only to find it gone, as well, replaced with a similar getup. He stared down at his bare skin, so pale in the bright sunlight.

And then the foreign language morphed, like a scratched record, and became English to his ears.

“—I’m telling you, Leo, I won’t go. Not without you.”

Leo?

And there the blond boy was, sitting in the shade of low trees at the edge of the beach. He was holding some sort of musical instrument, plucking at its strings almost sadly, head bowed.

“You have to,” Leo replied. “The oath says—“

He stopped mid-sentence, having looked up and spotted Finn. It made the brunette turn, and then Finn’s back was in the sand and there was a thin, rough blade at his throat.

Green eyes bore down into his own, a growl ripping from the boy’s throat. “Spartan.”

Finn choked out a breath, his hand going around the boy’s wrist. “No—no.”

“Logan,” came Leo’s voice, and then the knife’s pressure was released, pulled back by Leo, but the boy—Logan—was still sitting firmly on Finn’s hips. Finn felt his entire body flush with the sheer lack of fabric between them, but Logan didn’t seem to either mind or notice.

“I’m not a—Spartan,” Finn managed. “What the hell, I…” He looked to his left, at the sparkling waves lapping there, and then to the two boys looming above him. “Where am I?”

That made both of them freeze, the knife twitching in Logan’s hand.

“Ithaca,” Leo offered timidly, then glanced out at sea, as if that was where Finn had come from. Finn just stared at him.

He was the boy from the cafe. He was sure of it. His blue eyes filled with the same concern as they had on that early morning cobblestone street.

“Are you all right?” Leo asked.

“He is a spy,” Logan said, and went for him again.

Finn was ready this time. He knocked a leg around Logan’s waist, putting him on his back, and then rolled away from him and to his feet, knife in hand. He raised it for the two of them to see and then tossed it a little ways down the beach. “I’m not a spy. I…I’m just lost.”

It was true. In more ways than he’d even thought before.

“Please,” he managed more quietly.

He watched Leo and Logan exchange a look, unsure of what it meant, until Logan turned on his heel and Leo gestured for Finn to follow.

~

“Are you at war?” Finn asked he was led through the city streets. It had been a hot walk up a long road built into a steep hill, all the way up to what Finn assumed was the inner city and acropolis. Water ran along the side of the street—no doubt with sewage—and they crossed via stepping stones, pressing themselves against the walls whenever carts rattled by—carts filled with men with shields and swords or spears.

Logan, who brought up the rear behind him, having retrieved his knife, scoffed. “Aren’t we always?”

“And where are you taking me?”

“Where we take any question we can’t answer,” Leo said from in front of him, golden hair gleaming. “Pascal.”

[ragingbookdragon]

It's Who We Are Underneath That Defines Us

Kyle Rayner x Batsis One-Shot

Word Count: 1.9K Warnings: Explicit Language, Slight Angst

Author's Note: Really gotta make the story where the Batfamily learns she and GL are dating. Enjoy! -Thorne

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“Hey babe?”

She hummed absentmindedly, her eyes still trained to the stars above. “Yeah, Kyle?” Fingers twitched against her palm, then laced with her own; a heartbeat pounded against her skin, like a pulsing speaker, causing her to look over at him. “Is everything alright?”

Evergreen eyes met hers and he murmured, “Do you ever think about what life would be like if you weren’t a superhero?”

She blinked, the question giving her a slight pause. Leaning closer, she propped her chin in his shoulder and teased, “Thinking about how you could’ve had an apple pie and picket fence life, Kyle?”

A grin crossed his lips and he glanced over at her. “To be honest with you, (Y/N), I’m more of a cherry pie kinda man.” His gaze dropped, and his eyes roamed her body. “Blame Warrant on that one.” She rolled her eyes, but the laugh she gave him showed her amusement. Kyle paused, his gaze searching her face. “But back to my original question...what do you think you’d be doing if you weren’t a vigilante?”

(Y/N) inhaled deeply, rolling away from his shoulder and laid on her back, her eyes scanning the immense field of stars above them. “I don’t know, honestly. I’ve never really given it much thought.” Raising her hand, she traced the scars across her expanse of her arm with her eyes. “I’ve been training to be a vigilante since I was ten years old...helping people is all I’ve ever really wanted to do with life.”

She looked back over at him. “But since you asked, if I wasn’t a vigilante, I’d probably be a stuck-up rich bitch who overcharges her dad’s credit cards and throws hissy fits when she gets told no.” Kyle snorted, and she giggled.

After a moment of silence, he looked to her and asked, “Would you ever change anything you’ve done?”

The question he’d given her had been one she’s asked herself so many times. What if’s rising to the tongue of a girl too afraid to choose a path other than that of the least resistance, but ultimately keeping them contained and taking the hardest ones anyway. (Y/N) bit her lip slightly, the memories of every mistake, every wrong choice, flashing behind her eyes like lightning in a storm. The fingers laced though hers squeezed gently, dragging her from them, and she glanced back over, her eyes tracing the wisps of hair at his temples that had fallen from the gel he’d put in it earlier.

She blinked, then gave him a smile, her voice soft as she replied, “No...I don’t think I would change a single thing.”

Kyle’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he questioned, “Why not? Hasn’t there been a time where you’ve screwed up monumentally and couldn’t change it?”

(Y/N) watched him carefully, the words toying with the tip of her tongue as she asked calmly, “Are you talking about what happened to Alex?”

His face momentarily darkened, a mixture of anger, hate, and self-loathing, then it fell, and she saw the pain and regret in his eyes and heard it in his voice as he muttered, “I’m talking about everything that I’ve done wrong.” He sat up, resting his elbows on his knees, the heel of his tennis shoes scraping against the brick of the roof. He let out a heavy sigh, causing her heart to tighten, and she rose beside him, curling her arm through his.

They stared at the city across the water, then she murmured, “When I was sixteen, I accidentally shoved someone over a support beam during a fight.” He eyed her, silently wondering what had happened and just what the hell this had to do with his issues. “Didn't mean to, of course. But he grabbed me from behind, and I did what I'd been trained to do—react. I freed myself and made the distance between us. But I misjudged the force of my kick and he tumbled over and down about a hundred feet onto concrete.”

She paused, thumb rubbing the back of his hand. “When my family and friends saw what I’d done, even if it were an accident, a lot of them decided to keep me at an arm's length. ‘She might kill again’, they said, ‘If she’s killed once, she’ll do it again...there’s no way we can trust her anymore.’ Eventually, I stopped patrolling with the Titans and Teen Titans. Hell, I even stopped helping the Justice League. I did my own thing by myself because no one trusted me anymore. ‘Til this day, there are some people within the superhero community who shun me and don’t trust me. And at every meeting, somehow, someway, it's always brought up.”

(Y/N) looked over at him, squeezing his hand again. “Wherever I go, whatever I do, that follows me. It’s never going to be let go, and it’s certainly never going to be forgotten. However, despite those problems and feelings, and what occurred in the past, that accident doesn't define meor my actions. Yes, I unintentionally took someone’s life, but I’m not a murderer. I carry that burden with me, and I always will and while I can't change what happened, it drives me to make sure that I don't make the same mistake again.”

She let go of his hand, slipping her legs on either side of his body, her hands coming up to cup his cheeks; she caressed his cheekbones with her thumbs, staring into his eyes, and mustered the sincerest voice she could. “Kyle, what you’ve gone through, the people you’ve lost, the people you’ve saved, and the friends you’ve gathered along the way? That’s not who you are...it’s what you do with it that defines who you are.” His eyes widened slightly, and his lips parted to speak, but no words fell from them.

(Y/N) gave him a warm smile and leaned forward, pressing her lips against his forehead; she pulled back and murmured, “It may not mean much, but I'm proud of you, Kyle. You make me proud every single day.” She watched him exhale shakily, and she swore she could see the damn inside him breaking as he lowered his head, his arms reaching to pull her against him.

She shifted, perching in his lap, and let him bury his face in her neck. Kyle let out a breath, but it felt more like a soft sob, and heat blossomed against her skin where his lips touched.

He let out a sound, crossing between a groan and grunt as he told her, “I love you, (Y/N).”

She hummed, wrapping her arms around his neck, her lips brushing his temple. “I love you too, Kyle.”

They stayed that way for a few minutes, simply holding the other. Providing the anchors needed to keep their spirits alive. Eventually, (Y/N) pulled back and dragged his face away from her neck, huffing a laugh when he whined lowly from the loss of contact.

She reached up and wiped his face. “You look like a kid who was told no to ice-cream before dinner.”

Kyle let out a chuckle, moving her hands away and rubbing at his face vigorously. She climbed out of his lap and sat beside him once more, and he looked over at her wondering, “How do you manage to stay so positive outside the mask? To be the same person in costume and out?”

(Y/N) went silent, thinking for a moment, then she said, “A few years ago, I asked my dad the same thing, and he told me, ‘It doesn't matter who we are underneath the costume or out in the real world...it’s what we do in or out that defines us. If the person you claim to be isn’t the same person inside and outside of uniform, you don’t need to be wearing it.’” She glanced back over at him, nudging him in the ribs. “Don't worry about it though, you’re still a dork inside and out of G.L.”

Kyle let out an amused scoff, placing a hand against his chest. “I can't believe you would insult your boyfriend like that. A dork? I’m hurt.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, looking back at the city. “Kyle, you doodle in the middle of J.L. meetings, and it’s usually caricatures of my dad strangling Hal, the Joker, Jason, or Dick…typically it depends on what’s going on during the meetings and who’s been a pain in his ass for it.”

He opened his mouth to retort, but shut it, then raised a pointer finger at her. “Alright, you have me there.”

(Y/N) looked over at him, raising an eyebrow. “Of course I have you there, Dork Lantern...” She gave him a grin, wiggling her eyebrows and quipped, “I sit and doodle with you.” The two of them laughed, and she rested her head on his shoulder, letting out a sigh. “I could stay with you here forever.”

Kyle nodded, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Me too.”

A moment of silence passed them, and as they were enjoying it, a voice called out, “Oi! Kyle! Queenie! Are you guys up there!”

She let out a groan, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “So help me God, I can’t enjoy anything without dumb and dumber sticking their noses into it.”

Kyle looked over at her, his eyebrows furrowing as he pointed out, “But there’s only one?”

(Y/N) raised a hand in a ‘wait’ motion, then she waved it and, “Of course they’re up there Little-wing. The roof is where all the teens go to make out.”

Her eye twitched, and she leaned over the ledge, shouting, “The only person who’s made out on the roof is you, Dick. And it was with Kori after you guys broke up...AGAIN.”

A scoff sounded below followed by, “Hit me where it hurts why don't you!” She rolled her eyes, huffing, then he asked, “Is Kyle up there with you?”

“And what’s it to you?”

“Just wanted to make sure you guys are acting appropriate.”

“Dick...I am older than you. Kyle and I are both older than you.”

“So?”

(Y/N) turned to Kyle and mouthed, ‘Wanna get out of here?’ He flashed her a grin, then a strike of green blinded her, and he stood before her in his Green Lantern suit. He held out his hand. A beam of green light surrounded them, and a moment later, (Y/N) felt herself drop into a seat. She looked around, a grin appearing on her lips as she ran her hand along the dash of the constructed car.

“Kyle, are you trying to woo me with my love of nice cars?”

He matched her grin, laying his unoccupied arm across the seats. “I don't know...is it working?”

She nodded, sliding over into his side. “Yes. It is.” He chuckled, and they started moving, leaving her two brothers yelling for them.

“Kyle! Are you letting (Y/N) ride in the Green Machine?! You never let me do that!”

“(Y/N)’s my girlfriend, Jason!”

“I’M YOUR FUCKING BEST FRIEND! WHAT EVEN!”

She leaned across Kyle, glaring at Dick and Jason. “Go do something productive with your time, losers.”

“I am hurt, Jellybean! I thought you loved me!”

“Only when I can get something out of it!” (Y/N) glanced at Kyle and grinned. “Hit the gas G.L. Don't let ‘em catch the taillights.” He smirked, and they waved as they left Wayne Manor behind them.

[txemrn]

So, I love your work. You often make Sam out to be the whore. 🤣 Can you please write a fic where Brynn is lonely and fed up with him working long hours and she is the one who cheats?

Hey, anon! 😉 I'm so glad you are enjoying my stories! Thank you so much for the request! It literally made me squeal, and I knew I had to make this a mini-series. I hope you enjoy this *NEW* TNA adventure, inspired by YOU! Thanks again, love! 😘

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"When Was It Over...?"

Prologue

Book: TNA (with a surprise crossover)

Pairing: m!Sam Dalton x MC (Brynn Schuyler-Dalton); MC x (Surprise Guest)

Word Count: 1126 (+/-)

Series Song Inspiration: "When Was It Over?" by Sasha Alex Sloan ft. Sam Hunt

Rating/Warning: angst; language; sexual references; this series will also contain NSFW content, infidelity, and verbal abuse

A/N: This story takes place after the events of TNA; Sam and Brynn have been married for a few years (if you ever want to read their about their demise, click here). Super duper special thanks to the lovely @kat-tia801 for ALL of the help and input! You rock! These characters and some plot belong to Pixelberry!

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Pensively staring at her reflection in her vanity mirror, Brynn Schuyler-Dalton carefully paints a matte oxblood red on her plump lips. Allowing the color to dry, she slowly twirls on the balls of her feet, inspecting her new YSL lace-trimmed lingerie, a sheer black bra and panty set that left very little to the imagination, that would capture any man's desire.

If only her husband would look at her.

Brynn tenderly adjusts her full breasts in the quarter-cup bra, ensuring that her cleavage is prominent in the scantily clad garment. Just the way he likes it.

At least he used to.

After slinking on a delicate pair of thigh high hosiery and clasping it in place with a matching garter belt, she unpins the curlers from her silky tresses, allowing her radiant, golden autumn curls to bounce on her sun-kissed shoulders.

She sits on a cream tufted stool, reaching down to slip on her red-bottom stilettos before examining her finished sensual look, a special surprise for her husband.

And if she was honest, it was a special surprise for herself.

Brynn fingers through her jewelry box, holding up pearls and diamonds alike up to her ears. Studs. Chandeliers. Cartier. Tiffany's. She lets out a sigh as she peers into her dreary blue eyes.

Would he even notice this time?

She settles on a pair of vintage gothic-style teardrop diamonds. Fixing them to her ears, a brilliant cascade of rainbow colors flash across her face, making Brynn do a double-take amongst her gems.

Her engagement ring.

A coy grin grows across her face as she slips it on her ring finger. She abruptly gazes at herself in the mirror, her hand dancing in different postures, modeling the emerald-cut diamond as if she were in a magazine. Her grin quickly explodes into a toothy smile as her heart begins to race, remembering the joy, remembering the excitement of that day. What Sam looked like. What he tasted like.

Brynn secures the ring with her white gold wedding band. Standing up from the vanity, she holds out her arm to admire the pair, how they looked perfect, how they looked so well-together.

And that's when she noticed it: her husband's side of the bed, the sheets perfectly made and the down comforter tucked. It's been made up all week. She usually finds him on the chaise lounge in his office or on the sectional in the game room with the shifting shadows of a muted television.

"I didn't want to disturb you," is always his excuse. Brynn knows it's just a line, but there is some hidden truth: he doesn't want to be disturbed.

With the expansion of their start-up technology company two years ago, the young Dalton couple knew there would be sacrifices. It started as working late hours a few times each month; now, working late every night was an expectation.

Brynn drags her hand across his pillow before taking it in her arms. She takes a deep breath, savoring the remnants of citrus and bergamot. Tightly wrapping her arms around his pillow, Brynn gently nuzzles her head into its softness. Her eyes water, threatening another evening of unheard sobs; but, she quickly clears her throat.

Not tonight. Tonight, she's not going to miss him. Tonight, she's not going to miss his touch, or the look in his eyes, or the smile on his face. Tonight belongs to them. Tonight she will rekindle that spark she craves so badly. Tonight, she won't simply fuck him out of obligation, but rather make love with him. Tonight was the start of something new.

Or at least she hopes.

Hoping to start the intimate evening with her husband, Brynn decides to spice things up. Dimming the lights in her room, she carefully positions herself sensually on their opulent bed. She grabs her phone, and photo after photo, she positions her hand in suggestive ways on the exposed skin of her neck, her abdomen, finally laying to rest on her upper thighs.

With a mischievous gleam in her eyes she giggles as she toggles through her pictures, looking for the perfect snapshot to send to her husband. Innocent. Devilish. Sweet. Raunchy. Brynn knows all of them would turn him ravenous.

At least they used to.

She settles on a seductive photo of her hand gracefully wandering up her inner thigh. Opening up her messages, she clicks on his name to start a new note. She selects the media file. Send.

Brynn lays back on her bed, proud of what she has accomplished as she hugs her phone to her chest. She gently bites her thumbnail in anticipation, knowing what the night would bring her. Love. Attention. Her husband. She feels giddy, as if this was her first time.

Lost in her imagination, she's interrupted by a familiar chime from her phone.

A new message. From him.

Brynn's heart begins to gallop as she clicks on the notification of the new text message from her husband. She takes a deep breath, feeling the rush of adrenaline course through her veins. A firing of electricity ignites her nerves.

But, it's short-lived as tears gather in Brynn's eyes. A weight of humiliation lays heavily on her chest as she stares at the response. Her stomach burns, threatening to expel its contents.

Cute. Working late, then dinner with the GE rep. Don't wait up.

Numb. Brynn sits on the side of the bed in silence, her body limp. Her mind races in a dizzying pattern, leaving her unable to discern a single thought. The excitement that was bursting from her heart has been squelched and smothered. And she's never felt so empty, so unnoticed, so unworthy.

Brynn suddenly feels restrained, choked, like she can't breathe. In a panic, she searches for the bra clasps behind her back. Her fingers fumble with the delicate metal hooks, but finally as she begins to whimper in frustration, she feels the release of the straps. She quickly whips the garment off, throwing it against the wall in the corner of the room. She takes a deep breath, savoring the taste of air in her lungs. Freeing.

Brynn closes her eyes as beads of tears roll incessantly down her cheeks. With trembling hands, she takes off the earrings. And the shoes. And the hosiery.

So much for tonight.

She lays down on top of the down comforter, pulling her husband's side of the large blanket over her body. He wouldn't be using it.

She clenches her eyes closed, willing for the rivers from her eyes to stop, willing for her heart to stop aching, willing for the world to stop crashing down around her.

How? How did this happen? How did their marriage get to this point?

When was it over?

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[rebelwrites]

You, Me And The Car (NSFW)

Clay Spenser x Reader

A/N okay so this wasn’t going to be smutty but blame @chibsytelford for the complete 180 of this fic 🥵 and yes that’s my car 😜 but let’s start the month of with a bang quite literally 😜

Warnings: unprotected sex, sex in a public space

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This Months Writing

“Yo Spenser” Your Uncle shouted walking into the garage. “You been ordering shit again?”

“Yo Spenser” Your Uncle shouted walking into the garage. “You been ordering shit again?”

“Would I?” You smirked looking up from the engine bay, wiping your hands on the rag.

“What you got this time?” He asked, sliding the box across the floor.

“New intercooler, air intake. engine mounts and BOV” you grinned grabbing your knife, cutting through the tape on the boxes.

“Am I sensing a remap coming along?” He grinned leaning against the car causing you to growl at him without looking up from the boxes.

“Yes and get your ass off the car before I stab you” you glared.

“You are definitely your old man's kid” he chuckled, grabbing a drink from the mini fridge. “Are we getting all this today?”

“Urm” you said glancing at the clock, Clay was home from deployment today so you needed to make sure you had the car back together in time. “Yeah or as much as we can, Clay is home today”

“Well then kiddo we best get cracking” Alex grinned “Can’t have you being late after not seeing him for the last three months”

“I will be happy is all we get is the air intake and BOV done today, the rest I can do with Clay” you grinned as you slipped your wedding and engagement ring off, placing them between your lips and you fiddled with the clasp on the chain that the other one of Clay’s dog tag sat proudly, slipping your rings onto the chain you secured it back around your neck. The last thing you needed was fucking your rings up. “I’ve lost count how many times these headlights have been off the car now”

“Same here kiddo” Alex smirked, tossing you the ratchet and socket. “Whist we at it we will see if we can sort this fucking bumper sag out”

“Yes it’s been pissing off for a while but doubt there’s much we can do, it’s a Ford remember, the Fez’s are known for bumper sag” you laughed as you pulled the first headlight out.

“Come on you piece a shit just go in the hole goddammit” you shouted at the car as you tried to refit your bumper. “I don’t have time for you to be a cunt”

“And here I thought you loved this car” Alex laughed as he lifted the bumper up giving a bit more play to get the bolts in.

“Yeah well sometimes you need to threaten it and use brut force and ignorance” you laughed as you finally got the right side of the bumper secured. Just as your phone started ringing, placing a smoke between your lips you hit answer without checking who was calling.

“Where are you?” Emma practically shouted down the phone.

“Shit what time is it Em?” You panicked as you grabbed the other bolts, holding your phone between you ear, and cigarette in the corner of your mouth.

“Four thirty” she shouted “shit the plane is just coming into view, you haven’t got long”

“I’ve just gotta get my bumper back on kid, be there as quick as I can, I’m nearly done here. Just do whatever to stall Clay please”

You ended the call without saying bye, you didn’t have much time, the base was at least twenty minutes from her and you still had another five minutes of work and definitely no time to get changed.

In record time you managed to get the bumper back on the car, the tools were just dumped out the way, grabbing your bag and tossed it into the passenger seat. Starting the engine you didn’t even have time to appreciate the roar of the exhaust as you dipped the clutch slamming it into first, dropping the hand brake and wheel spinning out of the garage. Normally it would take twenty minutes to get to the base but you knew you could do it in ten.

The moment the boys walked out of the base, Clay knew something was off, there wasn’t that deep grumble in the air from your car, glancing around he realised you wasn’t there and couldn’t help but laugh, he knew you had parts arriving and more than likely lost track of time.

“Right before you say anything I’ve been asked to stall you” Emma laughed as she looked over Jason’s shoulder. “Something about she still had her bumper to fit, I dunno she might as well been speaking a different language”

“Garage is what twenty minutes away?” Sonny asked.

“Yeah she will get her in ten though” Clay laughed scratching his beard. “How long ago did you speak to her?”

“About twenty minutes ago” Emma nodded giving Clay a hug.

Soon enough there was a grumble that could be heard in the distance making Clay smile, he never needed to know when you arrived your car told him that you were only a mile out. He knew how guilty you were going to feel for being late and he was going to play. So there he stood, bag on the floor next to him, hands shoved in his pockets looking around for you with a sad look on this face.

“That’s evil Blondie” Sonny laughed leaning against his truck, no one had left yet because they wanted to see things play out.

You practically threw the car around the corner as you entered the base car park, you felt like the worst wife ever, having not seen you husband for three months you were late for him getting home. Reaching down you wrapped your fingers around the handbrake, yanking it up as you stomped on the clutch, pulling the steering wheel to the left, sliding the car through the car park stopping a few feet away from Clay.

Climbing out of the car you ran over to him throwing yourself into his arms. His arms instantly wrapping around your waist, he couldn’t keep the act up when it came to you.

“I am so fucking sorry I’m late, the bumper wouldn’t go back on” you rambled.

“Babygirl it’s fine” he whispered squeezing you tight. “I know you love the car more than me”

“Hey that’s not fair” you pouted but laughing “I would have been on time but the fez wasn’t playing ball”

“Stop panicking, you can just make it up to me later” Clay laughed as he placed you on your feet, draping his arm around your shoulder picking his bag up. “Out of interest how long did it take to get here?”

“Eight minutes” you laughed opening the boot.

“Getting quicker” Clay winked before looking over at Sonny. “Tell me you got it on film”

“Of course, number one rule when it comes to the female Spenser is always have your phone on record” Sonny laughed.

“Wanna go for a drive and see where we end up?” You whispered running your finger down Clay’s chest whilst you stole his cap, placing it on your head.

“I like your thinking” he smirked, slapping your arse.

The two of you had been driving for about an hour now, no music was on as you could now enjoy the labour of your work. Every time you changed gear you heard the turbo flutter making you laugh every time. This was the time Clay loved the most, watching you drive, watching as your eyes sparkled, your grin getting bigger by the second and you laughing at yourself.

Pulling into the car park you and Clay had found one day whilst driving, you pulled the handbrake on putting the car into neutral but left it running.

“So I was thinking” you whispered “I want to try something that involves you, me and the car”

“Oh yeah” he smirked, running his hand up your bare thigh. “And what’s this idea babygirl”

“I wanna ride you whilst you are against the bonnet” you breathed closing your eyes at the thought “I want you to take me over the bonnet and fuck me”

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for you to say that” he hummed against your lips “why are we still sat in the car baby”

You never moved so fast in your life, there was just something naughty about this, the fact you could get caught just added to it. You couldn’t help but bite your lip as Clay leant against the bonnet of the car with his jeans dropped round his knees, closing the gap between you, you wrapped you hand around his hard dick, slowly pumping it making him moan as he undid your the button on your shorts. Doing a little wiggle as he pushed the material down, they dropped to your ankles allowing you to step out of them. The moment you lost your thong Clay picked you up positioning your over his dick.

Slowly you sunk down on his length, gasping at the feeling, you were taking things slow as it had been three months and Clay wasn’t exactly small.

“Fuck” you breathed against his lips.

“I know baby” he whispered “so fucking tight”

After a few minutes Clay started lifting you up and down, fully taking your weight as he helped you ride him against your car.

“Clay” you moaned as he changed the pace up, before standing off the car, slamming you down on the bonnet.

“God I missed this feeling” he grunted as he thrusted hard into you making you arch your back, bucking your hips up to get him deeper.

“Fuck fuck fuck” you moaned as his thumb found your clit matching the pace of his hips, “oh god”

“That’s it baby” he groaned biting down on his bottom lip, “fuck I can feel you getting tighter babygirl”

“Clay I’m so close” you whimpered, making him smirk, he knew you were close by how your body was reacting but loved hearing you say it.

It only took a few more hard thrusts for him to send you over the edge screaming his name out for the whole world to hear as you rode out your high, but he didn’t stop thrusting as he chased his own release making your whimpers and moans to get louder, it didn’t help the car was still running so you had the added vibration of the engine beneath you, feeling his grip on your hips tighten he gave one fine thrust, moaning as he came.

Leaning forward he kissed you lovingly as you both regained your breath, his ass on view for every man and their dog to see but neither of you cared, you were too lost in each other.

"I don't know who's louder baby, the grumble of the exhaust or you" he laughed against your lips.

“Definitely me” you giggled, placing your hand on the side of his face, gently caressing his cheek with your thumb as you got lost in his eyes. “I missed you so much”

“I know babygirl, I missed you too, but I’m home now” he breathed, his eyes dropping to your rings around your neck, moving his hands he undid the clasp, sliding the rings off the chain. Before taking your left hand. “Let’s get these back where they belong” he whispered, sliding them back onto your finger before kissing them.

“What do you wanna do now?” You smiled as you leant your head back against the bonnet.

“I was thinking we head home, get a takeaway and cuddle on the sofa, maybe with round two and three thrown in” he smirked as he pulled out of you. He quickly disappeared but returned with a pair of boxers for his bag to clean himself and you up, once the pair of your were dressed he took your hand pulling you into his arms.

“Damn you’ve got some energy today” you giggled looking up at him.

“Well when you have a wife that’s as gorgeous and as fit as you it happens” he laughed kissing your head. “I love you baby”

“I love you too” you whispered “you can drive home, I don’t think my legs are working yet”

“You must love me if you are letting me drive”

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[nightowlfandom]

Bully! Park Jimin- I’m Your Devil (DIRRRRTTYY)

So...I got a new computer and I have no clue how to screenshot on it as of now...and tbh I don’t feel like figuring out how. SO I’m gonna be experimenting with some layouts but until then you just have these annoying announcements.

Anyways, ANON ASKS  🧑🏿‍🎤  🧑🏿‍🎤  🧑🏿‍🎤 (you know who you are wink wink)

may I request a really aggressive schoolbully!jimin / sadistic!jimin smut inspired by the songs daddy issues, into it, and the hills :) 

Y’all some masochists but I ain’t mad.

Just know ya worth and if anyone treats you like this in real life, punch them in the balls. That being said, This is also LOOOONG. I didn’t plan for it to be but yeah. ALSO I GOT YOUR OTHER ASK SO I GOT CHU. I’m not sure if this is good but I hope I did you justice.

Reader who isn’t a virgin, really mean bully man, more foreplay than actual smut lol sorry, touch of diet-angst

Leggo.

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“Okay class, what do you think the author was trying to say when she was describing her relationship with Damien?”

You sat at your desk, chin propped up in your hand as you gazed off longingly into space. This was one of the rare times you decided to pay attention because your class was reading your favorite book. “The Young Devil” (Completely made up lol). 

“She’s obviously a broken woman if she thinks Damien is ever gonna change his ways. She’s a stiff.” a comment made you practically fall forward. You turned your head to find the culprit of who said such a thing about your favorite character. “Anyways, she’s too safe. She couldn’t handle his issues.”

“Well maybe if Damien made an effort to open himself up, Belle wouldn’t have to pry so hard.” another girl rolled her eyes. “Men always think women can’t handle what they throw when in reality we take the heat for your dumb asses.”

“Interesting conversation. Y/N, what do you think?” the teacher took note that you were paying more attention and turned her sights on you. “What do you think about the dynamic between Damien and Belle?”

You cursed yourself for looking too interested. You hated speaking. “I...Um.” you opened your mouth and closed it again, unsure of what to say. “I think Damien’s refusal to allow Belle to see the other side of him not only puts their mental connection at risk, but physical as well.” you replied. 

“What do you mean physical?” she egged you on to elaborate. “As in sex?”

“W-well, yes and no.” you shrugged. “Belle prides herself on building connection through touch. She can’t have sex with Damien because she doesn’t feel loved by him. To him sex is just a thing you do. He gets his pleasure from bullying her, that’s his high.” you explained. “She claims she doesn’t care but if she didn’t, she wouldn’t spend her time wishing he was different...or something.” you played with your hands, staring down at your fingers.

The teacher stared at you before a smile broke out on her face. “Excellent analysis, Y/N!” she clapped her hands together. You returned the smile with the tiny bit of confidence that built up inside you. “Yes, Jimin did you have something you wanted to add?”

You turned your head to find the always mouthy Park Jimin lazily raising his hand. “She likes being bullied by him.” he said as if it was a matter of fact. 

“Excuse you?” you couldn’t help but speak out. Suddenly the entire class was quiet. They had never heard you speak so abruptly before. “What the hell do you mean she likes it.”

“She wouldn’t put up with it if she didn’t like it.” he raised an eyebrow. “She could just tell him to leave her alone, get lost or something.”

“How in the hell would Belle enjoy someone like Damien embarrassing her every minute he gets. Are we reading the same book?” you sat up straight crossing your arms. 

“Now this is getting interesting.” the teacher mumbled.

“You can tell by her actions. The rush of her blood when she blushes, the way she stammers over her words, the way she listens to his every word...much like you are right now, princess.” he winked. His smug grin alone made your blood boil.

“Oh and I suppose his possessive ways are warranted in your eyes too aren’t they.” you scoffed.

“Maybe, I mean she even says herself she feels cared about.” he shrugged.

“Because Damien is a manipulative dickhead!” you snapped. “He obviously wants her around because she’s the only girl who gives a shit about his life and he’d feel lost without her.” you snarled. “Then again I would expect this point of view from a man who changes bitches like he changes his underwear.” (A/N we don’t hate women here).

“Language Miss. L/N.” the teacher spoke. You rolled your eyes, glaring at Jimin one last time before facing forward. The whole class was silent.

“Nice one Y/N” a girl on your opposite side nudges you.

“Not bad for a quiet girl.” a boy piped up.

...

As classes were let out for the day you wordlessly avoided the looks you got from your other classmates. You walked down the halls, holding your books tightly to your chest. 

“Oi, Hey L/N!” 

You weren’t sure if the sound of Jimin’s voice made you wanna speed up or slow down. It didn’t matter because he went as far as to run and stop right in front of you. 

“Um..What?” you looked up at him.

“Oh, not excited to see me?” he scoffed with a sadistic smile. You didn’t know what he was planning but you didn’t like it. “Way to try and debate me in class today, who knew you had a mouth on you.”

“I was just answering the teachers question..I don’t want any trouble..” you clutched your books even tighter. Before he could reply a girl ran up, practically attaching herself to him. 

“JIMMY YOU HAVE DANCE PRACTICE!” she practically screeched. “Why are you talking to her?”

“Oh...Y/N here was-” he paused. “Just confessing her undying love for me!”

“What! No I wasn’t!” you tried to deny, but it was too late. Everyone who was around heard him. “I don’t have a crush on you!” You felt your face heart up.

“Oh Y/N, You don’t have to hide it! Why else would you speak to me passionately in class today.” his sick grin never left his face. You could tell this was his revenge for embarrassing him in class. “You were telling me all about how you couldn’t sleep another night without telling me. How you want me in more ways than one.”

He spoke loud enough so others could hear.

“That’s not true!” you snapped. You were trembling. Humiliation filled your body and was overflowing, much like the tears of embarrassment you couldn’t fight anymore. “I’m not in love with you.”

“Oh Y/N, you don’t have to hide it anymore. I know everything. The love letters, the staring-”

“What?!”

But it was too late, people were already giggling and staring at you with pity. You took one last look at Jimin, who was already walking away, gleefully accepting the high fives from the pigs who dared to say ‘Nice score.’

“Are you alright, Y/N?’ a girl came up to you, putting her hand on your shoulder. “Should we go to the headmaster?” 

You didn’t answer, you just ran. You ran out the school, unknowingly into the pouring rain. It seemed the sky matched your mood today. You let out all the tears, not caring who saw or who looked at you as if you had lost your mind. Your house was far, but you didn’t care about that either. In that moment you felt as helpless as the character you loved dearly, Belle. 

...

You ignored everyone the next day, even your small group of lunch buddies. You worked alone, you sat alone at lunch, and by the time free period had rolled around, you had opted to hide. However, just as you prepared yourself to leave, who else but Jimin to stopped you in the middle of the halls. 

“Well if it isn’t my little admirer!” Jimin spoke loud enough to capture the attention of those around you. He ‘accidentally’ slapped your books out of your hands. “Oh, I’m sorry Y/N...Go ahead, pick those up.”

Without another word you knelt down, only to have him kick one of your books to the side. “What’s this! A diary!” 

A brown and black leather bound hardcover book sat at his feet. You instantly scrambled to get it, but he had managed to get his hands on it. “Isn’t this interesting!” 

“Jimin please don’t-!” you stood up, forgetting about your textbooks.

“Dear friend,-” he cleared his throat dramatically as he flipped through the pages of your diary.

Dear journal,

My life is nothing like stories I read about all the time. Each and every night I’d wish for my handsome devil to come. Come and take me away from here, away from the hate, away from the commotion, away from Park fucking Jimin. I don’t know what I’ve done to make him hate me the way he does. I just wish he’d be nice to me...just once. But that is one wish I know won’t come true. He’s just a sadistic asshole who bullies me because he knows I won’t say a word.

So why do i-

You snatched the book out of his hands before he could read any more, this time you were seething with rage. “If you EVER touch my property again I will- I’ll-”

“You’ll do what princess?” he smiled cheekily. “You won’t do a thing to me and we both know it...you’re just like that Belle chick. That handsome devil of yours is just a fever dream, get over it-.”

“Maybe, but I’d rather live in a dream than talk to Satan himself.” you snapped. “You’re just the devil.” you whimpered. “Why do I even put up with you?” you sighed. Jimin suddenly stepped forward. You mentally prepared yourself for the worst.

You felt his lips touch the side of your mouth, had you moved just a bit more, he would have been on your lips. “Because you love me.”

....

“For this project, I will be assigning you partners

Oh shit...please no. God, no. Dear lord if anyone can hear-

“Alex and Jackson. Lisa and Mark, Y/N and Jimin-”

“Fuck.” you mouthed. You dared looked next to you. Jimin was playfully leaning his cheek against the palm of his hand. He winked at you, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“You will be doing book reports on The Young Devil. You choose the topic, this is due in two weeks. I recommend you get together outside of school.”

As class let out, Jimin followed you. “Sooo, partner! When am I coming over?”

“When pigs fly.” you answered sourly.

“Saturday at 7:00 you said? I’ll be there!” he threw an arm around your waist. “See you there, babe.”

“You don’t even know my address!” you called after him as he walked off. That probably wasn’t the best idea because everyone was staring at you again. “NO! BECAUSE WE HAVE A PROJECT....Nevermind.” you groaned. 

... (Saturday 7:30 PM)

“You’re late.” you seethed as you pulled open the door. Jimin sauntered in and you slammed the door.

Soon it was silent between you two. Before he could open his mouth, you left him standing there to bolt up the stairs. Jimin, being himself followed you. To be honest, you were already starting without him.

“Do you live alone?” he asked, noticing how empty your home was.

“I do.” you replied curtly. “My parents travel around a lot, so I never see them.” you shrugged. “They help me out though.”

“So mommy and daddy take care of everything-”

“You don’t know me.” you cut him off. You sat down at your desk and pulled up your notes, proceeding to work. “They help me because they care...unlike some people.” you scoffed.  “Shut up so I can concentrate.”

“I thought this was a partner thing.” you heard your bed creak. “I think we should put out minds...maybe bodies together and think of a concept.”

“I already have one.” you cut him off.

“Enlighten me.”

“If Damien hadn’t changed by the end of the book, would Belle still be with him.” you mused aloud.

“Probably.”

“....” you didn’t reply, because you didn’t want to admit he was right. Probably the only time you’d ever agree with him on anything. 

“What? Still mad at me for reading your little diary?” he asked. Once again, you ignored him. Suddenly, your chair was turned around abruptly and you were now staring at a red faced Jimin. “I don’t like being ignored, doll.”

He was so close, your noses were practically touching. You froze up, afraid to move. 

“Why are you so mean?” you found yourself asking. “What did I ever do to you?”

“Other than refuse to drop that good girl act of yours? We’re a dysfunctional two peas in a pod. I’m an asshole and you’re too much of a stiff to stop me.”

“Act?” you looked confused. “I don’t have an act.” you attempted to defend yourself. 

“Hm...that face you make is kind of hot.” he smirked. He slid his fingertips under your chin. Your vision went blurry, unable to process everything. You absent-mindedly began playing with the hem of your sweater.

(SMUT AHEAD, PROCEED WITH CAUTION)

“What is your deal!?” you found yourself getting angry as you stood up. Jimin stepped back looking startled. “You’re messing with my fucking head and I’ve had enough! Jimin what did I ever do to you?” you felt it again. Humiliation. “I’m not asking you to be my friend but the least you could do is be nice to me!”

“I don’t do nice, sweetheart. Like you said, I’m the devil.” he walked up to you. “Your blush is like a drug to me.” he laughed. “It’s cute.” he rested his hands on either side of your face. “Fuck, I kinda wanna kiss you right now. Do you wanna kiss me?”

YES!

“Yes, I mean no! I mean yes- I mean maybe, I mean fuck!”

Not even a second later, Jimin’s lips were over yours. Despite his bullying, his kiss was gentle. You practically melted. He protectively wrapped an arm around your waist. Your thoughts on the project were long gone. Jimin couldn’t figure out why he felt so protective of you all of a sudden, but thoughts ran through his head. Thoughts that if anyone else kissed you, touched, you even looked your way...he’d go ballistic.

And fuck, you were a great kisser. He held the back of your head with his free hand, guiding you into his touch, which you followed perfectly. His tongue slid through the gap in your mouth, yearning to taste you more. You felt lightheaded as if your heart was about to give out. He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

“Maybe I’m so cruel because I don’t know how to act around you.” he whispered. “Maybe I’m trying to be the devil you want so bad.” you could see a flash of sadness in his eyes, which was quickly replaced with lust. “I wanna be your devil, Y/N...”

He kissed you again, this time his warm hands slithered under your clothes. You were by no means a virgin, but the way you felt made you feel shy and exposed. Jimin walked you back towards your bed and practically threw you on the plush surface while he rid himself of his shirt. Your bodies practically melted together, bodies meeting in a sweaty mass of limbs that explored one another. 

Be fumbled with your pants, almost tearing them off you. He gave you a sadistic smile before ghosting his lips over both your thighs. Your legs shook, trying to keep them steady. 

“Have you ever...done anything with anyone?” he asked.

“Once, but nothing special.” you admitted. “It was straight to the point.” you shrugged.

“Then I guess I have nothing to compete against.” he bit his lips. “You smell so good here.” he shuddered. “I wanna-”

He yanked down your panties next. His lips ghosted over your slit, pressing feather light kisses against you. 

You held your breath, unable to register what was going on. His fingers met your clit, sliding his fingers through your slickness. Before you could say another word, Jimin licked a stripe up your slit. You bucked your hips, only to be held down. He sucked harshly at your clit before playing with your little bud with his tongue. 

“F-fuh-” you couldn’t even muster up the words as Jimin played with you. 

“Fuck Y/N.” he groaned. You felt his fingers slid inside of you, coating his fingers in your water. “I don’t know what’s hotter, the look on your face or the way your-”

“D-don’t say it!” you cut him off. “I’m warning you!”

“What?” you could just see she shit-eating grin on his face. “You mean pussy? The way this pussy takes my fingers so well?” (Now from the top, make it drop- I’ll shut up)

He abruptly removed his fingers which made your back arch and lurch upwards. You sat up on his elbows only to witness Jimin rid himself on his pants and boxers. Your eyes widened when you saw his hardness. You couldn’t look away. 

“See something you like?” his voice made you snap out of it. He bit his lip with a grin. He grabbed your legs and aligned himself with you, teasing the hell out of your entrance, just barely touching you with his length. “Am I your devil, Y/N?”

“God, yes.” you couldn’t fight it anymore. 

Slowly, he slid in, groaning at the feel of you around his dick. “Shit Y/N...How the hell am I gonna move when you’re so t-tight. I won’t last 10 seconds.” he whimpered. He slowly thrust again, your juices creating a deep echo in the room. “Hah...Ungh...f-fu” he planted his hands on the bed, one either side of your head. “Y/N...You don’t know what you do to me.”

“J-jimin.” you mirrored his voice, wrapping your arms around his neck. “P-please?”

That was all the motivation he needed to start moving. 

Your moans and yells echoes through the room, the clapping sound of flesh hitting flesh bounced off the walls. Sweat kept your bodies practically glues together. His fingers moved everywhere. Grabbing your sweater that for some reason was still on, grabbing your legs to pull you back into him. Your face to move your hair out of the way so he could witness the euphoria written shamelessly on your face. His jaw went slack and he felt himself getting to that part, and he could tell you were close too.

You were first, practically convulsing under him, screams of his name escaping your lungs.

“ARGH, FUCK!” He followed suit and immediately removed himself from you, only to spray himself...all over your sweater and legs. He felt forward, practically shaking against you. He messily kissed you, not bothering to think about neatness as his tongue invaded your mouth for the umpteenth time.

“Mind if I crash here tonight?” he laughed as he plopped next to you. 

“Sure.” you breathlessly replied. “Project can wait till tomorrow.”

As you drifted off to sleep, Jimin shimmied out of bed and walked over to the open window. He felt the breeze on his skin and closed his eyes. “Please.” He whispered. “I want to treat her well...don’t let me fuck it up.” He silently wished before joining you in bed again, protectively wrapping his arms around you. “I’ll do anything for you, Y/N...I’m your devil....”

...

Cheesy ending I know but what did ya think?! 

[sunflovverharry]

Friends with Benefits - Chapter 2

a/n: I’m back with a new chapter of my fwb series and it hasn’t been proofread, but I wanted to get it out for you as it’s been two weeks since I posted the first one. As always, I hope you like this chapter and please reblog or message me if you do, enjoy! <33 To read the first chapter, click here

Pairing: police officer!h + Alex

Word count: 7k

Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption, nsfw content

Three weeks later, my group of friends and I were yet again sitting in a booth at the club we went to last time. They’ve been out once after last time, but I had to sit that one out because of work. I had basically taken over the vice-headteacher role as she had quit out of nowhere and we have noone to replace her before the end of the school year. It’s a fucking pain in my ass but the headteacher didn’t really give me a choice as she flinged all the papers and what not I had to go through while also doing my job as a counsellor.

Tonight I was ready to forget all about work and students as I chugged the rest of my pint, ready to feel the effects of the alcohol running through my blood. I downed a shot of whatever Jake had ordered for us before dragging Charlie with me to the dance floor already stuffed full of drunk young adults much like myself. I’m not much of a dancer no matter how much alcohol I have consumed, but today I felt like I needed to shake off some steam and the only way I knew how right now was to get dancing.

Walking to the dance floor, I started feeling the groove as my body began to move to the hip hop coming out through the speakers all over the club. I pulled Charlie behind me before coming to a stop near the middle of everyone, shaking my hips to the beat. Never having liked hip hop, I was glad the alcohol I’d consumed made me forget about actually listening to the music, only interested in going back to my teen years and dancing like I had no care in the world. Grinding my ass on Charlie, throwing my hands up in the air I was feeling myself and everything about this week was quickly showed to the back of my head and forgotten. Charlies hands were on my hips, no doubt making everyone around who were still clear in their heads think we were either a couple or hooking up tonight. This wasn’t the first time we’ve danced like this, having known him since my early teens and instantly became good friends so I have no plans of ever hooking up with him.

Not much later, most of our friends had joined us on the floor. We moved between each other, dancing with everyone before they decided to make a circle. That’s when I went back to our booth. My days where standing in a circle on the dance floor was cool, were over a long time ago.

Sinking back into one of the leather booth sofas, I found my phone in my purse slung over my shoulder. There were a couple of notifications from friends having sent snapchats of their nights and a message from my mum from earlier in the night I didn’t even bother to read. Checking the time before putting the phone back in my purse, I made my way to the toilets. There wasn’t much of a line thankfully so I walked straight into a cubicle with an open door, locking it behind me. I could feel the effects of the intoxicating liquors I’d consumed since starting this evening. My head was spinning, but not enough for me to feel sick, yet anyways. I left the cubicle to wash my hands and fix the layer of makeup I’d put on. My eyes were blurring the matching picture of myself in the mirror, making me squint to see if I was doing my lipstick right.

Smacking my lips together and putting the lid on the lipstick, I could hear the door to the bathroom open, the sound of the music louder in the few seconds before it flung shut again. I wasn’t looking at who came in as I was putting the lipstick back into my purse. Hearing the clearing of a throat not too far from me made me look up at whoever made a sound of wanting my attention, presumably one of my friends wondering why I left them out there.

My eyes flung up to meet the same green eyes I’d met at the bar three weeks ago. The same eyes I’d stared into as his lips moved when he spoke. The same eyes I watched as he came inside me. The same eyes I apologetically left early the next morning. The same eyes I’d dreamt about ever since that night. Who wouldn’t dream about them? They are magnificent.

“Fancy seeing you here.” I’m sure my jaw was still hanging in shock of seeing him again. I hadn’t expected having another interaction with him, not that I’m disappointed in the slightest.

I let out a chuckle, his smirk still glued onto his lips, just like when he was standing opposite me leaning onto his kitchen counters three weeks ago. The sight of him and the memories of last, or first should I say, time we met already made my clit throb. I’d get something more to imagine when I’m touching myself - only being able to get off to the thought of Harry since that night. Pure lust and want is flowing through my body as I continue looking up at him wondering why he’s at this club again, remembering how he had told me he wasn’t a regular here.

“You look gorgeous, pet.” Harry’s eyes glided down my body to take me in from top to toe. I didn’t feel intimidated under his eyes at all, but that might be because of the alcohol or the fact that there was a smug smile on his lips for the duration of his glance.

“I must say I’m disappointed that you’re not in your police uniform, but I guess you look good, too, officer.” I could see the gears turning in his head as he heard the nickname. He’s got to be called officer at least a hundred times a day, but not in a sultry, seductive tone like I said it in.

There was a moment of silence between us as we held each others eyes. He looked tired, the bags under his eyes only visible in a certain light though. Still handsome as hell. I’m sure he’d look fine no matter what.

Finally Harry pushed a single curl that fell down back and exhaled a long breath as if he’d been holding it in for the time we were stood there.

“And you’re still bold as ever, huh?” He closed the distance between us in a couple of strides, his long legs moving his body swiftly. A pair of black jeans were tight against his muscular thighs while his upper body was adorned by a colourful t-shirt with some saying I couldn’t focus on. The man looked just as handsome as the last time I’d seen him. I’d even go as far as to call him cute when he gets that dimpled smile decorating his cheeks. Saying it turned me on was an understatement, my knickers getting wetter as the moment passed.

Having the liquid courage, I made a quick decision to answer his question by moving my hand from my side to run my index finger around his lips with a snicker, “You bet.” Only having a brief time spent with him sober that Saturday morning, he knows me as bold and confident - which isn’t necessarily how I am in the confinement of my own home and company.

Harry’s eyes were frantic as he looked from my finger as I traced his lips to my own eyes looking at his lips. It took him a few seconds to collect himself. One of his perfectly calloused hands gripped my wrist, his eyes on mine as he lowered it and took a hold of my neck with his free hand. I looked up at him with curious eyes wondering what he was planning on doing to me, silently hoping for a repeat of what happened three weeks ago.

It appeared he was going back and forth with himself about if he should move away or close the small gap between us. I waited for him to make up his mind, not wanting him to pull away but not doing anything to keep him closer. Maybe he was searching for consent before doing anything more than holding me in place, not wanting anything to jeopardize his career. I still hadn’t moved away or made any sign of being uncomfortable in his hold.

Suddenly he tightened his hold on my neck and pulled me in and smacked our lips together in a long and shamelessly urgent kiss. His lips felt just as nice and full against mine as last time. The softness to them was delicious, the stubble around his lips going down his jaw making the juxtaposition incredible. Only feeling his lips made my head swim in thoughts about how I want to feel him do the same thing to my pussy lips - so what will tasting the inside of his mouth make me think?

Harry bit my lip, pulling it back with him as he moved back a bit before it smacked back against my teeth. He didn’t waste time and went tongue first as he chased my own letting out a slight growl as we fought for dominance. The sound made me smile against his lips loving that I made him feel good by only kissing.

He tasted like tequila and lime, the sour taste being a bit overwhelming but I wasn’t bothered as he sucked my upper lip in between his lips before diving in again. It was wet and sloppy, but exactly what we needed in the moment. His lips were imperfectly perfect against mine and his tongue licking into my mouth felt sensual like I’ve never experienced before.

Letting my wrist out of his strong hold, I could move it freely deciding the best place was on his lower back, inching closer to his butt as we made out in the South-east Clapham bar bathroom. We didn’t have a care in the world the only thing on our minds was the feel of the others lips and hands grabbing in ecstacy wanting to be closer. Knowing we couldn’t get any further in here with the unlimited spacing and privacy - the both of us obviously not wanting to be caught fucking - we reluctantly let up and created a little more space between us. Well, not so much between our bodies which were still as close as they could be, but our lips weren’t touching and Harry’s hooded eyes were scanning mine trying to see if we had the same intentions.

I can’t imagine it was hard to tell that I wanted tonight to end up like it did all those weeks ago. If he couldn’t tell by just looking at me, I moved my hand to his hip squeezing it as I nodded my head in the direction of the exit.

There weren’t any words exchanges between us as he took hold of my hand and walked out of the bathroom and into the unusually large crowd for a regular friday night in Clapham. He pulled me behind him, the tight hold on my hand making sure he wouldn’t lose me as we moved through the bar to get to his mates where he had left his jacket when he came to the toilets.

Only two seats were taken at the booth they had occupied for the night and Harry quickly grabbed his jacket after patting the guy closest to him on the shoulder telling them he was out. I don’t know it they were the same people he was out with last time or if they had noticed me waiting for him by the exit, but this time I was holding his hand and they made it pretty obvious they noticed me winking at Harry and telling him to have a good night.

The walk back to his house was spent joking and laughing together, not talking about last time or our plans for the night. It’s nice being able to have a laugh with him and there be no hidden message behind it or dirty thoughts - though they were there and would come to the forefront of my mind when we’re inside his house and sort of confined compared to the open outside. Only after two walks home with him I feel more comfortable by the minute and can’t help but feel giddy at the fact that we met once again and we’re on the way home for a fun night ahead. Maybe we’ll experiment a little more or go on for longer.

The fresh air had sobered me up quite a bit, hoping Harry had as well, but I was definitely still strongly inebriated compared to my usual sober state. As Harry opened the front door and let me in the first thought I had was that it was messy. A lot messier compared to last time when there was barely anything to pick on. It surprised me and made me wonder if this was the usual state of the house, or if he’d just had a rough day or week like I had.

It didn’t seem like he had any plan on saying anything about the mess as he shut the door and locked it behind him, walking towards me in quick strides. This wasn’t anything like last time.

“Are we going to stand here staring at each other all night?” I hadn’t even noticed his eyes on me, too focused on studying him and talking myself out of any possible feelings that might come. If I manage to keep it flirty and fun, I might be able to keep any feelings for him in check. The only thing I’m looking to feel tonight is his cock growing in my mouth and throbbing inside me.

This was purposeful, much like earlier in the night when we saw each other in the bar bathroom. We knew what we wanted from each other and there wouldn’t be any teasing - from my part at least. I want - need - a long night of fucking a hot police officer and completely forget about the stress at work and with my parents.

Harry had a strong grip around my waist and his other hand at the back of my neck, pulling me as close as he possibly could and put his lips on my waiting ones. It felt good to kiss someone - him - again and him taking charge of what would happen. After our one-nighter a few weeks ago, I’ve been craving the same feeling as Harry gave me that night as I played with myself. The intense and incredible orgasm he pulled from me and the fact that he wasn’t afraid to cuddle after gave me enough material for sex dreams the coming weeks.

A slightly broken groan exited Harry’s lips when I pulled his hair between my fingers and reciprocated the kiss with just as much fervor and eagerness, not wanting to wait for much longer to see where it would take us. His hand trailed down from my waist to rest on my bum. I let out a shaky breath as his lips moved to my jaw, leaving closed-mouth kisses in his trace down my neck. How he made me feel good in such a short amount of time and barely even touching me is absurd and I’m not sure I like that he has that effect on me. But at the same time, I love it.

Harry moved slightly forward trapping in between his body and the wall, making sure there was no way for me to move. Not that I wanted to gain space between us. No, more like the opposite as I began to unbutton his white shirt showing off his biceps and lovely chest. I couldn’t help myself as I skillfully moved lower down and finished by unbuttoning his trousers as well. It popped open and the zipper followed before I pulled the shirt off him showing off his torso though I couldn’t quite get my eyes on it yet as Harry’s head was shielding my view as he went ham on my neck. Not that I minded; wanting to show off to everyone how much of a great shag this man is.

The shirt dropped to the floor and Harry came up from my neck to meet my lips again. He moved a couple of inches making our fronts glue together. I felt his steadily growing length against my core as he thrusted his hips forward to gain some friction. When Harry heard me moan at the feeling and feel me try to pull his hips closer he smirked at me. It was hot the way he was so sure of himself this time, maybe it was the alcohol he had consumed tonight. As he kept his eyes on mine, our noses almost touching, he ground his hips into mine. The smirk was still on his lips - it might’ve grown when I let out a sound of pleasure and leaned my head on the wall.

“If you can’t tell, I really fucking want you, Alex.” Harry's lips separated at the feeling of his cock straining against his restricting jeans and his brows furrowed creating a crease between them. His frankness in wanting me - something he didn’t verbally let me know last time at least - lit a fire inside me. It felt really fucking good to know I’m wanted in that way by someone as impeccable as Harry and I don’t think I could ever remove the loving smile on my lips.

“You can have me in any way you want, I don’t have any plans tomorrow so I expect you to fuck my brains out.” Disbelief was written all over his face as his hands stopped moving where they had been groping and gripping my ass. Letting out a laugh when he got a grip on himself he shuffled out of his shoes and kicked them behind him and got his hands back on my ass, lightly slapping it before moving them lower to my thighs and picked me up. I had ran away from him the last time he tried to lift me up, but I didn’t necessarily care this time.

A squeal made its way past my lips as he quickly made his way from the hallway to his front room that I hadn’t seen before. Not that I paid any attention to it now, except for the fact that I was thrown down on an insanely comfortable gray corner sofa. Harry hovered over me and I let my fingers trail along his chest and stomach. It was definitely defined, but he didn’t have abs. I liked that he was completely ripped and still had that softness to him that I got to feel when we cuddled. He clenched his hand next to my head as he felt my fingers on him, admiring the view. It was a three-sixty to what I had just told him to do to me, but I didn’t mind. Both sides of Harry were greatly appreciated.

“I’ve been daydreaming about what your tits look like since I didn’t get to see them and it’s been killing me not knowing if I would get the chance to or not.” His deep, raspy voice was heavenly and told me I wasn’t the only one to have dreams about our time together over the last few weeks.

I shook my head at him, barely acknowledging his words, though I heard him loud and clear. Harry sank down on his knees between my parted legs to have his hands free to roam my body. He didn’t have a clear view of my pussy as I wasn’t wearing a skirt, this time my legs were covered in light wash jeans.

«Then get me naked so you can see them.» I wasn’t into him taking his time when all I wanted was to get on with it and feel the incredibly rousing and breathtaking enjoyment of having him inside me bringing us both to our highs. Though I savored the look in his eyes as he moved them from where his hands glided over my waist and hips to my - still - covered tits all the way up to my lips. It was as if he didn’t quite know where to begin although we already established that he wanted to see my tits in all their glory.

Harry suddenly got up and stood next to me - laying still on his sofa.

«Roll over.» Glancing at him, he looked completely gone as if he’s in his mind and not putting all his attention on me. Deciding that it doesn’t matter as long as he’ll fuck me I turned my body over on my front, my hands moving to lay crossed over my head.

I didn’t lay there for long before I felt Harry’s fingers back on my skin, trailing on and around the straps of my bra and the clamp before roaming down my back and to my jeans. Lifting my hips a bit so he could reach around to unbutton it and pull it down my legs, he worked quickly and meticulously. Like he knew exactly what he was working towards and how to get it. I didn’t complain nor would I complain about him doing anything and everything he wanted to do to me.

He pulled the thong barely even covering my fanny down my legs, too, before getting back in the position he was in before he got up. His naked muscular thighs behind mine and his arms holding himself up as he leaned down closer to me. He must have pulled his pants down when he was standing, only left in a pair of briefs.

“I’m gonna keep the anticipation up for a little while longer, while I enjoy you sweet little peach that I didn’t get to do last time, okay, pet?” Harry’s raspy voice whispered into my ear and pulled my hair away from my face. The difference between his rough voice and words to his gentle fingers running across my cheek and behind my ear to move my hair was strong. It continued as his fingers ran down my back, giving me goosebumps in their trail, and ended up where his front met my ass, bringing his hand up before harshly slapping it down to my cheek.

I couldn’t help but move forward at the sensation at the same time moaning at the pleasure and pain combined. Somehow, without me telling him, he must’ve realized I enjoy certain sexual things others probably don’t. With other partners they’ve never been able to detect likes or kinks or even be able to make me have a relatively good orgasm. Harry just seems to know what to do to make me putty in his hands and take joy in it.

Harry wanting to keep himself from getting the enjoyment of watching, playing or fucking my tits made me wonder how much this man likes to give and rather puts himself last in sexual situations - if not all considering his line of work.

His hands made their way down my thigh and grazing the inside of my knees before parting them to get a good look at my already soaking wet puzzy. Nothing felt awkward with Harry and I didn't have a single worry running through me as he gazed right at it before going in for a taste. It’s been forever since anyone ate me out and god was I excited about it. Previous partners haven’t really cared to spend enough time down there to get to know how I like it or even if I enjoy it or not. Though it bothered me a bit, I was just happy to be intimate with someone as guys usually tend to go for my friends walking straight past me. I’m surprised Harry showed interest - maybe that’s cause I was alone at that point.

There was no teasing when he finally dipped down and started licking and sucking my flowing juices before going further down to catch my clit between his soft lips. His nose grazed my asshole, but he didn’t seem to want more than to be within close proximities to it nor did he seem to mind. If he were to want to want to do more than just graze it I wouldn’t be opposed, but I won’t dwell on the thought until it possibly gets brought up. I couldn’t think straight as he opened his mouth around my clit and sucked. It wasn’t a teasing, light suck, but a harsh suck making my eyes roll back and the loudest cry of his name slip out of my lips.

Moving back to my entrance his tongue slipped in and out while lapping up my juices. It was as if this was his first meal of the day and he wasn’t gonna be full until I orgasmed. His hands were grasping my bum cheeks to make sure there was enough space so he could get full access and at least breathe a little bit.

My hand gripped a pillow nearby and my toes curled as I suddenly felt his thumb on my clit rubbing circles into it. The feeling of both his tongue and thumb working to get me to reach my first orgasm was all I could ask for a great start to the night.

«Please.. Harry I’m gonna cum.. Please Har- Ahh!» I begged for him to bring me to my high - not that I was far away at all, but I needed that last little push. Anything would suffice at this point. He took his thumb away and moved his mouth back on my clit, giving it full attention. The hand he was using went back on my ass for a short moment before pulling it away again. Then it came down on my cheek, hard and loud as he slapped me while tonguing and sucking at my clit. It was the last push I needed to finally orgasm, coming with a loud cry of his name ending in a moan at the feeling of his mouth not stopping until I came down.

The sensitivity I felt made me jerk forward a bit to try and move away from him. Thankfully he understood that I couldn’t take anymore right now needing a second to catch my breath before we fucked. He landed a light kiss to the asscheek he had slapped, his hands roaming my body from my thighs up to my hips along my spine ending up on my neck as his lips followed his movements. It was a sickly sweet thing to do to someone you’re only met for the second time tonight and strictly having sex with - for now at least.

I wasn’t in the right mind for a relationship, nevertheless my first relationship, nor did I want someone pining after me. Not that I would ever think Harry would be pining after someone like me when he can get someone so much better by the blink of an eye.

«You good?» I couldn’t do anything but nod my head, telling him I wanted more by shaking my hips against his pelvis. He was still wearing his pants, but the stiff cock hidden was obvious when he pressed his hips against mine. I loved feeling him get hard for me, it was the best confidence boost.

Though I had gone significantly longer between two shags last time, the three weeks between our meetings were enough for me to be just as needy for the feeling of getting filled up as I was weeks ago. Every lad I’ve been with sure haven’t left me with the same feeling, more like being needy for something better. I really don’t think I’m gonna get much better than this with Harry knowing exactly how to please me - or any woman really.

Barely hearing the sigh leaving Harry’s lips as he took his cock out of his briefs, I was somewhat surprised when I felt him between my cheeks. He rubbed himself along the space, holding himself down to get the tight feeling of it. Shaking my arse slightly to tell him to get on with it he let out a cute giggle at my urgency to get on with it. I wanted nothing more than to feel his thick cock sliding into my impossibly wet and ready pussy. Remembering how amazing he made me feel made me want to relish in it again - especially if this would be the last time this was to happen.

Harry guided his tip along my slit to gather some of my wetness along his length before situating himself at my entrance. Shuffling his knee a tiny bit forward with his other leg on the ground, he slowly made his way into me with a couple of muffled words. A groan left his mouth when he bottomed out at the same time as I let out a delicious moan, a smile finding my lips.

«Your noises are just like they’ve been in my dreams.» I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t tell me he’s dreamt of me if he wasn’t drunk, but I took in his words with a gasp as he rammed into me again.

His pace was significantly quicker than last time and I was brought close to my second orgasm in no time as his balls hit my clit when he pushed into me. My hand was clenched around the flesh of his thigh - what I could reach anyway. I’m sure my nails were digging into his warm skin but nothing was on the forefront of my mind at this very moment except for the fact that he was fucking me as if I was his favorite toy after a rough day. It was exactly what I needed and again I’m asking myself how he knows exactly what I want and need.

«Fuck, Har-» I couldn’t get out my words as his palm came down on my asscheek at the same time as he fucked into me. It was perfectly timed and I savored the pleasurable pain I got from it unlike anything else. I moved my hand from where it was on his thigh to his wrist connected to the hand planted secure on my cheek. His other had was gripping my waist forcefully as he slammed into me without caring about bruises or pain. Not that I minded in the slightest, only egging him on with the sounds I couldn’t even try to keep from his ear shot. There was no way he didn’t hear me from the way I literally screamed out in satisfaction.

«You’re so wet, pet. So fucking wet and inviting.» Harry was breathing heavily, but it seemed he planned on keeping up his pace as long as he possibly could. «You like when I get rough, huh?» He had me speechless, unable to tell him how much I was enjoying what he was doing to me. The only thing he could take from me was my gasps and breathless moans as he fucked me.

The hand previously on my waist suddenly went to my cunt, his middle finger stimulating my clit by drawing circles on it. My body unconsciously tried to move forward to get away from him as he pinched my clit - the stimulation nothing like what I’ve ever felt before. Harry held me back though and his quick pace didn’t falter one bit. It was turning me even more on how he managed to keep me back, his strong physique impressing me.

My legs were shaking and I fought to keep them up while he continued to press drawings into my clit, his right hand gripping onto the flesh of my ass. I desperately wanted to keep up, but my legs failed me as I flung forward. Harry didn’t let me relax for more than five seconds before he separated my legs a little bit to get better access to my pussy which he had slipped out of when I fell down. He guided himself back in, giving a couple slow thrusts before continuing his pace from before.

He held himself up by his arms on both sides of my head, hips hips getting us both to our highs we were longing for. It wouldn’t take much for me to get off as I was already so close and with this new position I’m much tighter making it harder for Harry to keep his orgasm back.

«C’mon, pet, I can feel you- feel you squeezin’ me tight.» I could tell Harry was close by the way he had to stop talking for a moment before finishing his sentence. I felt amazing and just a couple more thrusts of him meeting the spongy spot inside me had me coming undone around his cock.

My legs shook and my hand moved up to grip his neck, my fingers catching a fee of his curls and he let out a series of groans into my ear. I hadn’t noticed how close we had gotten when we changed position.

«Where do you want it?» I hadn’t ever been asked where I wanted the lad to spurt his cum, but I should’ve guessed he would ask as this is Harry (and he asked last time too) and not some sex crazed idiot.

«Arse. Cum on my arse Harry, please.» I breathed out, my orgasm just about at its end when Harry pulled out and jerked himself off until he came. Spurts of cum fell on my arse, some on my lower back. Harry was loud when he orgasmed, letting out moans and groans of sensitivity when he reached his tip to make sure he had got every last drop of his load out.

I laid on my front, feeling the sticky substance on my arse as I tried to get my breathing back to normal. It sounded like Harry was doing the same as he sat with his knees on either side of my right thigh getting a full view of my spent pussy and his release taking its place on me.

«I’ll go get a towel to clean you up, unless you wanna shower?» I smiled into the crook of my arm at the man sitting behind me - probably staring at how his cum had covered my red arse - offering to lend me, a one(two)-night-stand, his shower.

Telling him I’d take up his offer if he joined me, we had quickly made our way upstairs to his luxurious bathroom I had dreamt of having last time I was in here. The expansive shower was a dream and sharing it with Harry made the dream even better. It all seemed a little too domestic and intimate for it to be with someone I barely even knew. Thinking about it, I only really knew his first name, that he is a police officer and has a lush house I could barely see myself having in the future.

Harry took the showerhead from its place on the wall and turned it on, the water turned away from us so we wouldn’t feel the cold water. When the water heated up, he told me to turn around and grabbed the body wash he had in here. He angled to shower head to my back, spending extra time on my arse to get away his cum before lathering the area along with my legs with his soap, cleaning me up.

It felt nice to have someone spend this much time on my body, but not having a sexual desire behind it - in this very moment at least. Though it scared me how it didn’t feel awkward at all and he didn’t care a bit about how I mostly only let him see my back. I didn’t feel comfortable showing him my pouch in the light room even if he said he wouldn’t care or not.

When he finished rinsing the soap off of me, he put himself under the other showerhead fastened to the roof making it like a waterfall. He looked tired and spent, ready to sleep for a week straight. I couldn’t help but think it was more that a hot fucking that made him this tired.

«Was I too rough? Can see marks on your waist and your arse is red as.» Harry skimmed his fingers along my waist going down to my cheeks, carefully caressing them as it was kinda painful. A good pain.

«No, I liked it. Just what I needed, and it seemed you did too?» I tried to be sneaky about my question wanting to get something out of him about his life so I could have something more to hold on to as we said goodbye in the morning.

He looked defeated when I questioned him and as if he was rolling events through his mind after not thinking about it since earlier this afternoon. Shrugging and letting out a heavy breath he opened the shower door and put a towel around his waist after running it through his hair.

«It’s been a tough week with a case we can't seem to figure out. I was so glad I ran into you and got to think about something else for a bit, so thank you, I guess.» He wasn’t thanking me for the sex, but for letting him take the reigns and get out of his head. It didn’t seem like a good time to tell him that I needed it just as much as he did, but I hoped he understood.

Drying our bodies, Harry made his way into his closet to get me a shirt and himself a pair of briefs. He was back in his own thoughts again, quiet and thinking. Knowing we needed each other to forget, I grabbed his wrist as he made his way out of the bathroom again and pulled him against me.

He had been making a big deal about my tits all night and when he finally got to see them when we got in the shower, he didn’t do anything about it. I was confused. Was he not pleased with how they looked or was just not in the right mind anymore?

«It seems you forgot about a certain body part of mine tonight. And I think you know which part I’m talking about.» We held our eyes on each other as I spoke, my voice barely above a whisper. He didn’t do anything until I moved my hand to unwrap the towel still around my body. Slowly, the towel slid down my body landing in a puddle around my feet. I let go of my own insecurities about my body as I stood completely bare in front of him. It was as if he was in a trance when he finally moved his eyes down.

After taking my tits in fully it really didn’t take much for him to dive in. One was occupied by his hand, fingers pinching my nipple and grabbing it, probably leaving marks there too. The other was covered by his mouth, teeth grazing the nipple pulling it a bit to get every reaction he could out of me by playing with my tits. I stood in the middle of his bathroom, completely nude, as he took his time looking, fingering, sucking at my nipples and chest. Knowing it probably wouldn’t be enough go get him fully hard, I pulled his briefs down to his thighs, not able to reach further. His cock was barely starting to get hard, but I like feeling him grow in my hands.

He groaned when he felt my hands on him and he bit my nipple at the feeling, enough to get a moan from me.

«I want you to fuck my tits, Harry.» No one had fucked my tits before, but I want Harry to cum by my tits. It was hot and lewd and I wanted it just as much for me as for him. Having a man cum twice in a night for me was definitely a wish come true.

«I-I..» I laughed at Harry’s face, shocked with wide eyes and jaw hung. «Yes ma’am.» He giggled like a little boy when he got his head together understanding what I was asking him to do. 

His hands found their place on my waist as his lips met mine in a messy kiss. Teeth clashing and tongues licking into the others mouth to get a taste. I walked with him as he began backing out of the bathroom to get to his bedroom. The kiss slowed down, our lips meeting in what could only be described as two people filled with lust and need for each other. Our hands couldn’t find a specific spot to hold on to, gripping, touching and getting to know every part of his body that was reachable.

«I must be in a dream. A fucking stunning woman asking me to fuck her tits.» Harry seemed stunned just like a couple of moments ago in the bathroom.

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After finishing in my mouth, I got up to brush my teeth and get ready for bed pulling on the shirt he gave me after our shower. It wasn’t awkward when I came back to bed, Harry had put his briefs back on and was laying on his back close to the middle, his eyes closed almost falling asleep.

Shuffling under the blankets without making too many movements I laid my head on the pillow. His bed felt just as comfortable as I remember and I was excited to have a well-needed lay in.

«Do you have work in the morning?» I suddenly remember what he said last time about having the early morning shift on most Saturdays. Praying that he had tomorrow off, I turned to watch him as he sighed and moved to pull my body in flush against his.

«Sort of. I’m on call so I might be lucky and not get called on until later, but that’s wishful thinking honestly.» Closing my eyes I rested my head on his chest and quickly found peace in his fingers trailing down the side of my waist and his lips pecking my head as a way of saying goodnight.

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thank you for reading and as I said, I’d really appreciate a reblog to get my writing out there <33

[himooonlight]

who are you? pt. 2 (reggie x reader)

pairing: reggie x reader

word count: 4.8k

plot: you dream about reggie constantly and when you see him perfoming with julie, you decide to ask her about him

warnings: reggie is too cute. that's the warning

A/N: english is not my first language and this is my first fanfic, so please, be nice ok? enjoy :)

you can read part 1 here

- What? How can you know that? - Julie asks, sounding surprised. - No, Luke, I don't know her.

  Reggie's gaze is fixed on me. I feel chills rising from my belly to the tips of my ears so I shake my shoulders, trying to get rid of the sensation.

  - Alex, don't do that. - Reggie says, looking in my direction. Confused, I turn around looking for Alex, but there is nobody there.

  It's amazing how realistic the hologram is. It's almost like I can see the colors of Reggie's eyes clearly, even his pores and freckles. I search for a projector and find nothing, so I decide it's time to stop ignoring my questions. Reggie has already confirmed that he is who I imagined, so it's Julie's turn to clarify what kind of madness is going on.

  The acting classes haven't prepared me at all for the moment that I find myself questioning my own sanity.

  - Are Alex and Luke part of the band? - I ask to no one in particular. I accept responses from Julie or Reggie. Maybe I prefer Julie, since Reginald is a synonym for craziness in my mind. - Reggie never told me their names.

  - Can't you see them?

  - No. Are they here too? Why can't I see their hologram as well?

  Reggie gives a short sarcastic laugh, something I've never seen him do. Be ironic. That was not as attractive as his easy-going personality, his funny and flirtatious ways and his warm smile. It seemed to clash with his version of my dreams and I wondered if maybe it was all a lie. It could be that I had created that Reggie completely and as much as the happiness I felt for him was not a lie, it could be that he, as the person I loved, did not exist. Still, I wanted to be close to him and be able to love him from up close.

  - We are not holograms and I thought you already knew that. - He replied. - No, Alex, it's okay. I can't explain, but I just know she is important. It's natural, just like you can tell when it's time to go to the bathroom, you know?

  I look at Julie waiting for her to say something, mainly because I prefer not to think about Reggie's comparison of his feelings with an internal sphincter alerting his brain about his physiological needs.

  Julie doesn't seem convinced, but she looks defeated.

  - I think we have a lot to explain, but we need time. Can you meet us after class? In the chemistry lab? It's my last class of the day. - She says, looking tired and conflicted. I really don’t want to make her feel that way, but I am already too irritated at the way I handled things before. I'm almost mad at my own personality.

  I am basically a shy person. However, there's a lot of different personas within me that can appear depending on who's around me or where I am. The original Y/N, the person I am independently of the environment or how I am with, is irrationally careful. I prefer to observe people, not bother anyone, not speak too loudly if it is not necessary. That's why I am not offended that Julie doesn't know me; because I am unapologetic for my personality - I am not ashamed of not wanting everyone to know my name, no matter how much I like the art that puts me in the spotlight.

  Maybe art is different for girls like me and Carrie Wilson, for example. She performs for other people while I do it for myself, to help and express myself. I'm still not sure what kind of person Julie is, possibly a mix of both of us.

  - I think I'll spend the rest of the day with... what's your name again? - Reggie says, looking a little more like the version of my dreams.

  I was excited before, but now I am just questioning my own decisions. I seemed to have complicated Julie's life and Reggie didn't seem so happy to meet me. The idea that I had created for that moment was certainly better in my head than in real life, because in my imagination Reginald would have explanations for me and would also fall in love easily. I blame it on my overthinking skills and stupid research, because according to what I had read, it was a case of "connection beyond life", not just a series of coincidences and feelings nurtured with patience. Apparently, we were soulmates. 

  Or it could be that I saw his band somewhere before and created the whole story in my mind. Detailed and with too many specific facts, but it's still a possibility.

  For the first time, I don't prefer to believe in the rational explanation. Sometimes it just takes a little bit of madness and magic for things to sound and be better.

  - My name is Y/N L/N. - I answer. - But in a dream you called me…

  - L/N! - A shout coming from the door interrupts me. Nick is standing there, looking weird. His dark jeans and long black jacket don't seem to match the boy who usually greets me with an excited and happy smile. It's something in his posture and in the way his eyes seem to call for help. He looks uncomfortable. - I waited for you in the cafeteria to help me with math, but you didn't show up.

  He doesn't say anything about Reggie, so I assume he disappeared again. I don't know what Julie's trick is, but I don't turn around to check so I don't look crazy.

  Nick's features soften unnaturally. He seems to be practicing some theatrical exercise, considering that his mouth forms and deforms a smile every second, imitating a broken doll. His eyes are on Julie, as if expecting a reaction from her and I wonder if he's using me to try to make her jealous. Which clearly wouldn't do any good. People don't even associate my name with his; everyone knows that I am only his tutor. And to me he is almost like a distant younger cousin.

  - Sorry, Julie was helping me with a song. - I lie, smiling weakly at him and adjusting my backpack. I don't like to lie because I'm bad at it, but we're not close enough for me to feel bad or anything. The actress persona helps at times like this. - But now I have to go to my next class. Thanks for the help, Julie. Tomorrow at lunch I'll help you, Nick. I'm really sorry, I completely forgot about it.

  I nod at her and widen my eyes when I see Reggie standing beside me. I turn completely to Nick and he doesn't show any reaction, so I just keep walking outside with Reggie by my side, looking at me with a funny look on his face. He walks sideways and I can't help but smile at the feeling of him so close to me.

  In order not to look crazy, I search my pockets for earphones and grab a script from the last play we worked on. I pretend to train lines while talking to him.

  - Nobody can see you. This is too weird. Shouldn't you be a hologram? - I ask, looking ahead and speaking quietly. There aren't many students in the hallways yet because there are still a few minutes before class starts, but I need to be discreet anyway. - Why can I see you then?

  In a wider step, he stops in front of me and starts walking backwards. I can look him in the eyes while I feel butterflies in my stomach. With his attention on me, I seem to have an entire zoo inside my stomach wanting to express how I feel about him.

  - I'm not a hologram. - He answers. - Do you know what happens to people when they die?

  - They turn to dust? - I try. Reggie ponders, but nods no. - They turn into stars?

  He laughs. In a precious way that seems to heal any pain I may feel.

  He laughs. And time seems to stop.

  Seeing his smile and his happiness in front of me makes me want to physically express what I feel, so before I can think about it, my arms reach up to hug him. In slowmotion, I see Reggie close his eyes and smile, as if waiting for my arms to wrap around him, as if he also wants a physical confirmation of affection. His cute dimples appear and I imagine that I, standing alone in the hall, look like an idiot.

  My arms go through him, so I pretend I'm stretching.

  - I wish I could feel you. - He speaks. His tone breaks my heart even when I thought it was not possible to feel more disappointmented.

I don't know what to say to him, so I don't say anything. It was natural in my dreams to walk hand in hand, touch his nose with mine, hug him and feel the warmth emanating from his body. Both dreams, as a man and in the recent ones as myself: I always knew that Reginald was there. As much as dreams were not part of physical reality, I seemed to really feel him, so I made an effort to demonstrate how happy he made me feel. And he also didn't hold back, always expressing with his body that he was there; either touching my hair, playing with my fingers, bumping his shoulders against mine, anything. I didn't understand how frustrating it could be to not be able to touch him until this moment. When this simple verb is all I desire.

  To touch him.

  But he is dead.

  I'm in love with a ghost that lived in my dreams.

  The two of us, defeated and without exchanging another word, get to the auditorium quickly. The door is open, but there is no one inside. We enter in silence and sit in the back. The comfortable black chairs and the maroon carpet are about to witness my madness when he sits beside me and puts his hand on mine. He stares at his fingers with intensity, making a vein in his neck pop a little. I can't help looking at him without reservations, mentally writing down his details. The way his face is triangular, his pink cheeks and his adorable asymmetrical nose. His lips are slightly parted and his hair looks so soft and inviting to the touch. I only look away from his face when I feel a light weight on my skin.

  He is touching my hand in a timid and almost imperceptible way. Shocked, I look at the position of our fingers, feeling hope run through my body. The intoxicating and numbing hope.

  Hope that he can be real.

  - I can hold a few things when I focus. - Reggie doesn't look able to focus on more than one thing at the same time though. - And with you I have difficulty focusing, to be honest.

  With that comment, I can't help but smile. My shock is exchanged with happiness to know that I'm not feeling all these beautiful feelings alone. That I'm not by myself, trying to understand the bad ones either.

  - Are you a ghost, Reggie? - The question rolls off my tongue with difficulty. It doesn't sound like a question; it's more of a statement. He confirms my assumption and I can taste the bad flavor that hope can give. It's a taste of disappointment, sadness, resentment. - And I am your unfinished business, hum? What does that mean?

  - I'm not sure what I need to do, but I know it involves you. At least I think so. And even if you don't feel the same way, you can see me, but not Alex and Luke. Until now, I thought we had unfinished business together, but maybe each one of us has separate things that we need to take care of. - His touch disappears and I miss him. I can't feel him anymore, but the weight of his words certainly make up for it. - We need to find out what's our deal.

  "Our deal". So romantic.

  Before I can answer, the teacher arrives with a group of students behind him. I wave at them and get up, sitting in the third row. I like to be close, but not too close. That way I have some space to ponder about wanting to participate or just keep watching.

  - Y/N. - Reggie calls. I can't say anything with so many people around, so I decide to ignore him. Mr. Ortega, the teacher, looks excited. We will start discussing the characters for the next play and he will probably comment on contributions to the story. - L/N. Darling. Cutie. - I still don't answer, but I can't help smiling. Listening to those things really feels like he's the Reggie from my dreams. - Pumpkin. Precious little nugget.

  My attention remains focused on the teacher, who decides to sit on the edge of the stage. He pushes himself up with his arms and turns his torso to land correctly where he wants to. It's amazing how most of the theater people seem to express themselves naturally, as if they can float. Most of my classmates also look like this, as if they don't overthink anything. What they wear, how they speak, their hand movements; everything is fluid. It's intriguing how different people can be.

  I assume I can be wrong too. Maybe the teacher thought long before he sitted there, maybe he thought about it over lunch. Maybe my classmates are nervous to answer simple questions, maybe even Carrie has her doubts about herself. People are also intriguing because you can never tell what's on their mind, how they truly feel, what's honest and what's just mean lies. 

  Most days I'm fine not knowing though.

  - If you don't answer me, I'll be mean. - The teacher starts talking about our choice between a musical or an immersive play (that he sounds very excited about). - You leave me no choice, Y/N. Hey, bowl of cereal that's been sitting out for like an hour. Tiny wet socks.

  He needs to stop before I start laughing while the teacher talks about his love for immersive theater. I look in his direction as if begging for him to stop, but Reggie sees it as an incentive.

  I couldn't have created his personality. Not in my dreams nor in real life. Reggie is interesting, quirky and too adorable for me to have invented him. My imagination is not so fertile as to be able to come up with a person as engaging as him. But it is no comfort to know that he is a ghost, that there is no chance that my dreams could come true.

  I was basically stuck on a roller coaster that I didn't want to go on. It was like I was at the top, happy to see the whole park and sad to know that I was going to fall soon. Ruthlessly, with the possibility of getting sick on the way, sure. Still there was no possibility of leaving or regretting being there. There was just the option of going forward knowing I couldn't be the same as I was before I saw the park from up there.

  - Rainy day. - He continues. I take a pen out of my backpack and flip the script over, writing a "stop it" in block letters. - Do you need to pay attention in this class?

  I look at the teacher, who continues to talk excitedly about our options for the play, and write "you've got 5 minutes", to which he responds by jumping in his seat. I keep looking ahead, but pay attention to what he says, leaving my palm facing up. He sees it as an invitation and leaves his hand over mine, without touching it. Reggie begins to tell a story of when he went to a kennel and saw a puppy named Y/N and wanted to adopt the little animal, but he found out in the worst way that he was allergic. He said he didn't care. Then he told me that he liked my perfume and that it reminded him of spring. And that he missed being alive. I write a "I can't smell you; what do you smell like?", which he reads quickly. He takes his wrist up to his nose and smells it.

  - I think I smell like autumn. - He shrugs. - I'll let you pay attention now. See you with Julie later, okay? Have a good rest of the day.

  Reggie leans over, like he's going to kiss me on the cheek. He did that in my dreams too many times, whenever he said hi or goodbye. It had started with a conversation about different cultures and ended with a promise to travel together - just words thrown in the wind. I remember waking up sad to know it would never happen. With him so close now, I can only hold my breath and hope he can kiss me.

  - Sorry. - He says, walking away before we can find out how his lips would feel on my skin in real life. He disappears before I can say goodbye.

  I am spring, he is autumn. Opposite seasons that will never exist at the same time in the same place. Both important, intense and simply different; both loved. It's still very bittersweet that such beautiful feelings can't blossom together; because when I bloom, he dies, just like autumn leaves.

  The rest of the class is focused on the choice of the play and I try my best to pay attention, but it's difficult to think of anything other than Reginald. I can only focus on something else when I am in the last class of the day and Nick sits next to me. It's math and I assume he's going to ask for help with his homework, but he starts the conversation questioning my relationship with Julie. His tone is not subtle curiosity, but more like someone who is going to ask for a favor.

  - I really just wanted to ask something about a song that I thought would be good for our next play. - I try to sound chill about it, but the way Nick looks at me makes me anxious. He's different, acting like he's playing a part I don't know about. I don't know much about him to bet on it, but I believe I am good enough at reading people to know that there is something strange about him today. - But is there anything I can help you with? I thought you were going to see her on Saturday. You did go to her house, right?

  He smiles at me and a shiver runs down my spine.

  - Yes, I went to her house. I just wanted to know if you guys talked about me.

  I answer a simple "no" and let my brain interpret his words and actions. His posture is too upright and there is an air of superiority in the way he moves. His body language looks different. He seems to feel like he is better than everyone and I never took Nick as pretentious. 

  He starts to draw something that I don't really identify at first, but I soon recognize the tarot card number one. 

  The Magician.

  The man in his drawing has one arm up and the other is pointing down, representing the magician's connection between the spiritual realms and the material realms. I can only tell this is the Magician card because of the four elements Nick draws on the paper: a cup, a pentacle, a sword and a wand. It symbolizes the four elements water, earth, air and fire, meaning that the magician has it all.

  Nick takes his time to draw the flowers and foliage around the magician, which makes me think that he believes that this person or feeling is very creative and clever. At least, that's the original meaning for the card. The boy also draws the infinite symbol above the head and when I think he's about to finish the drawing with the snake around the magician's waist, he stops.

  It's incomplete.

  The infinity symbol and the snake mean access to unlimited potential. Maybe Nick's magician doesn't feel so powerful. Maybe there's something holding him back.

  - Sneaky, huh?

  His voice is firm and low. He doesn't sound mad or surprised that I was in fact watching him. He sounds superior, like he is trying to tease me.

  - Sorry.

  I can't focus on the rest of the class because it seems that as much as Nick's head is turned forward, towards where the teacher is, it seems like he's paying attention to every move I make. How I hold the pen, how I breathe, how I write. It's nerve wracking.

  When the class is over and Nick leaves, I think about his drawing and notice a detail that I hadn't paid attention to before. Nick's quick fingers painting the magician's robe.

  It's a black robe. Nick's magician has a black robe.

  It's never a black essentially, because it's supposed to be white, alluding to purity.

  - Ready to go? - Reggie's head appears on the door. I pack the rest of my things and say goodbye to the teacher. She smiles at me, not knowing I'm about to speak to the dead.

  We really never know what's going on in someone's life.

  I take out my phone and put it close to my ear so I can "talk" to Reggie. My classroom is in the same corridor as the chemistry lab, but at opposite extremes. Because it's a big school, we have about 5 minutes to get there, especially with the slow pace he and I take. The boy smiles and does the same as before, walking backwards in front of me, so that we can talk looking at each other. I like that he also likes to look at me.

  - Tell me some of your stories. - He asks.

  Testing the waters, I tell him the same story I told a few days ago, in my dreams.

  - My mom once ordered two pizzas from different places because she had coupons. The two delivery guys arrived at our door together and one of them started singing "why can't we be friends" in a very funny way, but the other didn't like it very much. In the end I'm sure they exchanged numbers. Too much tension in the air, you know?

  - I can only imagine their faces. - Reggie replies. - But that's very smart of your mom. She sounds nice.

  - She is very cool. My dad is very funny and my older sister is… well, older. She is grumpy most of the time, but she has a good heart. Do you miss your family?

  I would miss mine for sure. I only have my mother, my father and my sister; the rest of the family decided not to accept my sister's girlfriend, which made the four of us form our own independent clan. No aunt, no grandfather, no cousin. Nobody else; we could only trust ourselves. As much as holidays like Christmas could make us smile fakely and reduce our lifespan a little with boring conversations, at the end of the day it is the four of us against the world. A cruel world that did not accept my sister for who she loved, which was stupid.

  - Yeah, a little. My parents didn't love each other anymore, but they were still my parents, right? It doesn't matter that they were a couple first.

  - And they will never stop being your parents. They can split, but even now, they're still your parents, Reggie. - He smiles sadly at me. - Don't you wanna see them?

  We stop for a while in the middle of the hallway. There aren't many students because most of them have already headed to the exit. I put my phone back in my pocket so I can extend my hand to him. Every contact needs to come from him, because no matter how much I focus, I can't meet him halfway. He has to go all the way by himself. He reads my intentions quickly and imitates me, holding his palm up. I can feel the pressure of his hand against mine and his timid warmth. His thumb gets between my thumb and pointing finger, almost intertwining our hands. His pinky is almost circling mine in a half hug. I stare at his eyes with love and adoration, hoping I'm interpreting right and he is indeed doing the same.

  He must be focusing a lot for this to happen.

  - Would you help me find them? - He asks.

  Reggie doesn't know, but with his hands on mine I'd say yes to anything and everything.

  - Of course! We'll find them.

  He starts walking again and I quickly put my hand down.

  - Thank you. But now, tell me: - His smile makes me smile too. I'm glad this version of him is very happy all the time. - did it hurt?

- Let me guess. When I fell from heaven?

  - No.

  - What?

  - Did it hurt when you fell for me?

  I roll my eyes and walk faster, passing him to get to the classroom before I can say that yes, it hurted. A lot. Falling for him was oh so sweet, but also hurtful.

  Loving him made me realize that distraction and destruction sound awfully alike and sometimes you don't understand which one it is. Distraction, destruction; both, none.

  What started as a way to feel more excited about life and its possibilities turned into something more, something bigger that I couldn't explain. In the beginning the dreams were entertaining, interesting. Just emotions not really related to me as a person. It was more about sensations, experiences. But soon enough I was thinking about him when I got up too, not just before going to sleep.

- Hey, Y/N. - Julie says as soon as I see her exiting the classroom. She's with Flynn, who probably knows everything by now. She smiles and waves at me. I wave back and Reggie does too, like the fool he is. - Do you want to go to my house? You can stay for dinner too, if you want.

  - I'll check with my sister. If I know her at all, she'll take me to your house and check with your dad if he's fine with everything. Is it ok?

  - Sure! - Julie answers. - Is she going to pick you up here?

  - Yeah. She'll be here any minute actually. You can text me your address and I'll meet you there.

  She hands me her phone and I add my number saved under "Y/N (who's very sorry about everything)". They wave goodbye while Reggie stays by my side.

  - I'll see you in a bit, right?

  He sounds unsure and I wonder if anyone would ever be stupid enough to leave him. His puppy eyes are too much for me to handle, so I start walking to the parking lot, where my sister usually waits for me. He follows me.

  - Of course. Even if my sister says no, I will text Julie and we will figure something out. - That would be the moment that I would give his hand a squeeze, just to make sure he knows I mean it. - Don't worry, okay?

  - I'm not worried. I have this feeling I'll always find you, so it's alright. - Before disappearing, he winks at me. - See you later, alligator.

  I'm still smiling when I spot Daisy's car and get in. My sister looks at me with her eyes half closed, silently questioning what happened for me to be in such a good mood.

  - Okay, I have boy problems. - I say. She doesn't drive, so she can still stare at me. - Big ones.

  - Like "his dead body is too big to hide" or "you like him" problems?

  - I like him.

  - It's a shame then. I could've helped you with the other one. - She starts driving and misses the way I roll my eyes at her answer.  - Why is it a problem though?

  - Oh, it's simple. He doesn't exist.

  - Too many fanfictions, huh?

  - Something like that. - I shrug. - Can you take me to a friends house? I'd like to talk to her about my boy problems.

As we drive to Julie's house, I wonder why I'd be Reggie's unfinished business and if I'll ever be able to meet him halfway, because we do share the same feeling, even though I didn't say anything to him before.

  I also feel like I would always find him.

  Doesn't matter when or where, I'd always find Reggie.

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First Impressions, Second Chances, Part 1 (BTOOTxLBBF crossover)

SURPRISE! The long-awaited Best Two Out of Three x Local Bad Best Friends crossover is here! @freshlysqueezedmox and I were not planning on posting this tonight, but I was working on it and decided that we had enough to post the first part, so here we are. That’s right--this is going to be a multi-part crossover fic! Can you tell I’m excited? Because I am 😁

This is dedicated to the anon who suggested months ago that Sam and Alex should meet. I hope this lives up to your hopes and expectations, and I hope everyone enjoys!

First Impressions, Second Chances

Part: 1/?

Pairing: Chuck Taylor x OFC x Trent Beretta x OFC...? Something like that? You know our shit is complicated, y’all.

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: Angst; some language; alcohol use

Check out my masterlist here and Summer’s here!

Tag squad: @hotyeehawman @comeasyoudar @heelchampbucks @librathepheonix13 @gabbynorth98 @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @exe-sadboi-exe @junglecassidy @hurricanranabaybay @siwonineedmoney @linziland13 @bec0m @betsy-bradock​

Philadelphia, 2015

To say Sam was nervous would be a gross understatement. Her stomach had been twisted into a perpetual knot for the last week, and it was so bad tonight that she actually felt a little sick. Maybe she should have stayed in. She had a match tomorrow, after all—and it was a big match. A huge match, actually, her first match back on the indies after leaving WWE; and she didn’t feel nearly as prepared for it as she would have liked. Her original opponent had broken her wrist and they’d had to book a replacement at the last minute. She should be at home watching match footage of her new opponent, not out on the town with Chuck.

But Sam knew she wasn’t actually this nervous because they’d changed her opponent. She was nervous because Chuck was taking her to meet his friends. His best friends, as he’d put it.

“What if they hate me,” she whispered to him as they walked down a sidewalk in West Philadelphia. He looked over at her and rolled his eyes. 

“They aren’t going to hate you, Sam,” he said with a shake of his head, a small smile pulling at his lips. “I actually think you three are quite similar.” 

That piqued her curiosity. “Oh really?” she questioned as seriously as she could, trying to hide the smile that was attempting to make its way onto her face. “How so?” 

“Well, you’re all gigantic pains in my ass, for one,” he answered. Sam’s eyes grew and she elbowed him in the ribs, making him wince. “Ow! Not even in town thirty minutes and you already want to fight. It’s nice to see some things never change.” 

“Nice to see you’re still an asshole,” she grumbled as she looked down at the pavement below their feet.

Chuck smiled down at her. “Yeah. But I’m your asshole,” he said as he threw his arm around her shoulders. Sam couldn’t help but grin in return. 

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, Dusty.” 

She leaned into him as they walked, and silence grew between them as her thoughts began to wander again. He wouldn’t tell her who they were meeting—just that they were his friends, fellow wrestlers, and she needed to meet them. She’d tried like hell to get their names from him all last night and again today when she’d finally made it to his place, but his resolve was unwavering. He said he didn’t want her drawing conclusions about them from what she could dig up online before she’d even met them. Which is exactly what she would have done if he’d told her their names. He knew her too well. 

“This is it,” Chuck announced as they came to a stop just outside the door of a bar; their bar, as he’d called it. He pulled it open and gestured for her to go first. She stopped just inside to turn around and look up at him.

“Are they here yet?” she asked as he moved to stand beside her.

“No... at least I don’t think they are.” He glanced around as he pulled out his phone. His fingers flew over the screen before he locked it again and looked down at her. “Where do you want to sit?” He tipped his head in the direction of the tables. She just shrugged her shoulders.

“I don’t know, where do y’all normally sit?”

His eyes scanned the room again. He led her over to a corner booth and they both sat just as his phone dinged. Sam tried to nosily peek at the screen when he checked it, but he caught her and turned it away so she couldn’t see. She sat back with a hmph.  

“They’re a couple blocks away,” he said as he laid the phone screen-down on the table.

Sam sighed and looked down at her hands. The knot in her stomach twisted tighter.

“Hey,” Chuck softly said. “You good?” 

She pulled her lips into a tight smile. “Peachy,” she sarcastically returned. 

He huffed a laugh and wrapped his arm around her shoulders again. “Thank you for coming.”

Sam couldn’t help herself. “That’s what she said.”

Chuck rolled his eyes. “I really mean it, Samantha!” He gave her a gentle squeeze. “I know you’ve been nervous about this weekend for two months, and this is probably the last place you want to be before your first match back. So thank you for being here.”

He drew small circles on the exposed skin of her shoulder as he spoke. Sam’s stomach gave a little flutter. “Nervous? Me? Please. I don’t have one single nervous bone in my body. And you’re wrong,” she said as she nudged him with her elbow. “I wouldn’t want to spend tonight with anyone else. I know I acted like I didn’t want to come out… but I’m glad I did.”

A smile slowly spread its way across Chuck’s face. “Yeah?” he softly asked. Sam just hummed in agreement. 

But to say she was nervous would be an understatement.

* * * * * * * * * *

Alex couldn’t have gotten to the parking garage a minute sooner. She always forgot how long the drive was from Roanoke to Philadelphia until she had to do it again. She got out of her Jeep and let out a satisfied groan as she stretched her legs and back. The sooner she could get a drink in her, the better. 

“Alex!”

She whirled around at the sound of her name. A smile tugged at her lips when she spotted Trent walking toward her. She met him halfway and pulled him into an excited hug. “Greggy!”

“Hey,” he said as he gave her a squeeze. “Long time, no see.”

“I know!” She playfully shoved his shoulder as they pulled apart. “You left me for Japan.”

He rolled his eyes with a smile. “How many times do I have to tell you that you should come wrestle over there, too? I know they’d love you.”

Alex felt her cheeks tinge pink and she looked away. “Yeah, yeah,” she returned. “But you know I have my heart set on NXT.”

Trent sighed. “Yeah… I know,” he grudgingly admitted. “And they’d be stupid not to sign you.”

Alex beamed up at him. “Aw. Thanks, Greggy. Actually, I’m wrestling someone tomorrow who used to—”

She was interrupted when they both got a text. Alex glanced down at her phone, already in her hand. It was a message from Chuck in their group chat.

Hurry up, losers, we’re here.

“Jeez,” Trent muttered to himself. Alex bit back a smirk as she watched him type a response. Soon after, her phone sounded with his message.

Alex just got here, we’re at the parking garage.

“Come on, let’s go before we get in trouble,” he said to her as he pushed his phone back into the front pocket of his jeans. Alex grinned, and they fell in step next to each other as they exited the parking garage into the evening air.

“So, do you have any idea who Chuck’s mystery guest is?” she curiously asked as they walked. She knew absolutely nothing about this person who Chuck wanted them to meet, and it had been driving her insane. She didn’t like when things were purposely kept from her—it made her nervous—and she hoped Trent could give her a clue as to the person’s identity.

But, unfortunately, he shook his head. “Nope.”

She let out a frustrated huff. “Why is he being so cloak-and-dagger about it?”

Trent shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“It’s gotta be a girl he’s dating.”

He shot her a look of surprise when she said that. “What?” 

“Think about it!” she proclaimed. “Why else would he go through all this trouble to introduce this person to us? Nothing else makes sense.”

That had to be it. Their lives were so intertwined with each other that it was the only logical answer: Dusty had a girlfriend, and he wanted to introduce her to his best friends. But, judging by the look on Trent’s face, he wasn’t so sure.

“I don’t know,” he repeated. "I would know if Chuck was seeing someone. He's my best friend."

Alex’s eyebrows arched. "Ouch."

A corner of his mouth quirked up. "One of my best friends," he amended.

"Better," she nodded. “But I’m telling you, it’s gotta be a girl.”

“Well, we’re about to find out,” he said as they arrived at the bar. He reached for the door and pulled it open, and Alex stepped inside, stopping just inside the entryway so she could look around. She spotted Chuck in a corner booth—and let out a gasp.

“What?” Trent asked as he came to stand next to her.

She grabbed his wrist. “It is a girl,” she whispered with an excited nod toward the booth. They could barely see her side profile, but it was definitely a female sitting with Chuck, with brown hair that fell just past her lightly tanned shoulders. Alex cocked her head, curious. Somehow, she thought she looked familiar. But it didn’t matter. She’d been right.

“I told you Dusty has a girlfriend,” she said with a triumphant grin at Trent. But he didn’t seem to even register what she’d said. He stared straight ahead at the booth, his dark eyes wide and unblinking. Alex squeezed his wrist to get his attention. “Greg.”

“What?” He looked at her as if he’d come out of a daze. She arched a brow.

“You alright?”

He nodded. But the look on his face said otherwise. “Yeah. Go ahead and sit down; I’ll get our drinks. You want your usual?”

He started backpedaling away before she could even answer. “Yeah, thanks,” she returned, and he disappeared toward the bar.

“Oookay,” Alex said to herself. But she ignored Trent’s suddenly strange behavior and made her way toward the booth. Chuck spotted her and waved, a giant grin on his face as he slid out from the booth.

“Dusty!” She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. Outside of Adam, Chuck was her best friend on the entire planet. She’d met him and Trent at a PWG show last year, and the rest was history. She couldn’t imagine her world without them now.

“Hey.” He wrapped her up and momentarily lifted her feet from the floor. “How was the drive?”

“Long,” she breathed in response. “I swear it gets longer every time.” She pulled away from him and glanced toward his lady friend, eager to get a better look. And, suddenly, she knew why she looked so familiar.

“One, that’s what she said. And two, Alex, this is—”

“Samantha McKay,” Alex said, cutting Chuck off. “I knew you looked familiar.”

Sam smiled up at her from the booth. “Please, call me Sam,” she insisted in a lilting Southern accent. “And you’re Alex Hawthorne.”

Chuck glanced between them, obviously confused. “You two know each other?”

“Well, not personally,” Alex clarified. “I know her from watching WWE.”

Chuck’s brow furrowed. “Well how do you know Alex, then?” he asked Sam.

She grinned. “Well… we’re actually wrestling each other tomorrow.”

Chuck’s eyes grew wider than Alex had ever seen them. “No shit. You’re Sam’s first opponent back on the indies?”

She nodded, proud of herself. “Guilty as charged.”

Chuck’s smile nearly split his face in two. “Well, what the fuck? I knew I had a good feeling about this!”

Alex couldn’t help but share in his excitement. It was a pretty crazy coincidence that his new friend—girlfriend?—who he’d wanted them to so badly meet just so happened to also be her opponent tomorrow. 

But then her brow furrowed with a thought. “Well then you must know—”

“Greg!” Chuck proclaimed. “I was wondering where the hell you were.”

“I went ahead and got our drinks,” Trent returned as he appeared next to Alex. He handed her an amber-colored beer. She accepted it with a smile.

“Thanks, Greggy.”

He gave her a tight smile. And then he looked at Sam. Sam stared back, noticeably tenser than she’d been a few seconds ago. Alex glanced curiously between them.

“I was just about to say that you must know Chuck’s new friend,” she said to Trent.

“Shit, I didn’t even think about that,” Chuck realized. “Were you two in WWE at the same time?” 

Trent nodded. “Yeah, we were.”

Alex’s eyes flicked back to Sam. She nodded in agreement and took an awkward sip of her drink.

“Well, this is perfect, then!" Chuck proclaimed, completely oblivious to the shift in the atmosphere. He was too excited. "Sam and Alex are wrestling each other tomorrow, too! How crazy is that?”

Trent pressed his mouth into a thin line. “Pretty crazy,” he stiffly returned. But again, Chuck didn’t notice as he sat back down in the booth. Alex started to sit next to him—but Trent grabbed her hip and gently pushed her to sit next to Sam instead. She sent him a questioning look as they both slid into the booth, but he ignored it, keeping his expression blank. Stoic. 

Alex took a drink of her beer. There was weird energy between Trent and Sam; she could sense it. And she had a feeling she knew exactly what it was about.

* * * * * * * * * *

How long did it take to walk two blocks? The knot in Sam’s stomach grew more and more painful with each passing second and her thoughts were going a mile a minute. What if Chuck had brought her here to introduce her to a girl he liked? No, that couldn’t be it. She could read him like a book, and that wasn’t the vibe she was getting. But the fact that he refused to tell her anything… it definitely made her wonder.

She glanced at the bar. Chuck had gone to get their drinks—and he’d left his phone on the table. She stared at it, tempted. Was his password still the same? 

But before she could pick it up and try, her phone rung in her pocket. She shifted in her seat and reached behind her to pull it out. A picture of Orange Cassidy lit up the screen, his face flushed and drunk. Chuck had sent it to her back when they’d been in China and she’d immediately set it as her contact photo for Jim. She smiled as she answered the call.

“Hiya, Clementine,” she practically sang into the phone. Orange chuckled on the other end of the line. 

“Hey. Are you with Dustin?” 

Sam’s eyebrows furrowed as she glanced over to the bar where Chuck still stood waiting for their drinks. “Yeah… Why?” 

“Tell him I’m going to be a little late.”

Her face scrunched further in confusion. “Late to what?” she asked. It prompted a sigh on the other end of the line. 

“He didn’t tell you, did he?” 

Sam’s frustration grew as she looked back at the bar again. Chuck turned around, two drinks in hand. And then it clicked.

“You’re coming tonight!” she excitedly proclaimed.

Orange laughed. She already knew what he was thinking.

“Yeah, I know. That’s what she said,” she smiled. But then her eyes widened. “Hey, if you’re gonna be here tonight, then do you know who else—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Chuck set their drinks on the table and abruptly snatched her phone from her hand.

“Hey! That’s my fucking phone!” she proclaimed. But he just grinned and held it up to his ear.

“Jim? Hey.” He paused, listening as Orange spoke on the other end. “Yeah, I took her phone,” he said with a look at Sam. She glared back at him. “Okay, we’ll see you when you get here.”

He hung up and handed her back her phone. She snatched it from him. “Asshole,” she muttered.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “You know he would have told you.”

“Yeah,” she groused. “I know.” She grabbed her glass off the table and took a sip of the mixed drink. Chuck looked at her out of the corner of his eye and started to say something—but then his attention was drawn to the door. A giant smile lit up his entire face as he stood from the booth and waved. Sam froze. His friends were here, whoever they were. But before she could turn around to look, someone launched themselves at Chuck and pulled him into a hug. 

“Dusty!”

Sam looked up. It was a girl. Long dark brown hair fell down her back as Chuck squeezed her tightly and picked her up off the ground. Sam swallowed a lump in her throat as the two of them talked, getting lost in her thoughts again. But then the girl turned around, and Sam’s eyes went wide with recognition.

“Alex, this is—”

“Samantha McKay,” the girl said with the slightest Southern drawl. It was her. “I knew you looked familiar.”

“Please, call me Sam,” Sam said with a smile. “And you’re Alex Hawthorne.” 

Chuck’s face screwed up in confusion. “You two know each other?” he asked as he looked between them. 

“Well, not personally. I know her from watching WWE,” Alex clarified as she looked back at him.

“Well how do you know Alex, then?” he asked Sam.

She grinned, happy that Chuck was finally the one who didn’t have a clue. “Well… we’re actually wrestling each other tomorrow.” 

His eyes grew wide as saucers. “No shit.” He turned to look at Alex again. “You’re Sam’s first opponent back on the indies?”

She nodded proudly. “Guilty as charged,” she confirmed. The look on Chuck’s face was priceless. Shock mixed with genuine happiness. 

“Well, what the fuck? I knew I had a good feeling about this!” A huge smile broke out on his face, making Sam chuckle as she watched him. His excitement was practically radiating off of him as he looked between the two of them. But when Sam looked over at Alex, she found her brow furrowed in confusion. 

“Well then you must know—”

But before she could finish her sentence, someone walked up behind her, catching Chuck and Sam’s attention both. “Greg! I was wondering where the hell you were.” 

Sam’s stomach dropped and her face blanched. Greg? Trent? She blinked, but the person she saw standing next to Alex didn’t change. It was him. Her ex. She was absolutely beside herself.

She reached for her drink with a shaky hand as Trent spoke. “I went ahead and got our drinks.” She saw him hand Alex a beer out of the corner of her eye.

“Thanks, Greggy,” she smiled. Sam choked as she swallowed. Was Trent with Alex?

“I was just about to say that you must know Chuck’s new friend,” Alex said with a curious glance at him. Sam sat up straighter, putting the pieces together. Clearly, neither Alex nor Chuck knew that she and Trent used to sleep with each other. And Alex might be sleeping with him now, she thought. Great.

“Shit, I didn’t even think about that,” Chuck piped up, pulling Sam back out of her thoughts. “Were you two in WWE at the same time?” 

He looked between Sam and Trent. Trent answered first. “Yeah, we were.” His voice was devoid of any emotion as he spoke. It stung Sam, more than she would have expected it to. She tried to ignore it as she nodded and took a long sip of her drink. She could feel Alex watching her.

“Well, this is perfect, then!” Chuck giddily proclaimed. He looked at Trent. “Sam and Alex are wrestling each other tomorrow, too! How crazy is that?”

Sam dared to look at Trent. He stiffened. “Pretty crazy,” he said, just as monotonously as before.

But Chuck was too overcome with excitement to notice how unenthused Trent seemed to be in her presence. He sat down on the opposite side of the booth and Sam slouched, painfully aware of everyone’s movements. Alex started to sit next to Chuck—but Trent deliberately nudged her to sit next to her instead. It shouldn’t have bothered her, but it did. Alex scooched in next to her and Sam looked down, fidgeting with a string on the hem of her shirt. She felt someone nudge her leg underneath the table. She looked up and saw Chuck watching her with that beaming smile of his. She returned it as best she could.  

She reached for her drink again. The tension in the air was palpable. She knew Alex felt it too—she could tell by the suspicious look on her face that she did. But at least Chuck was oblivious.

She wondered how long that would last.

[il0veyoujk]

Self-Esteem

I wanted to say that body-shaming is at least shameful and it shouldn't even exist in the world of 2020. 

Summary: Nefeli (14) has been bullied ever since she was a little girl, and when Jimin, his childhood friends move with his friends, she moves with them. The boys are learning her how to love herself in their own way

Warnings: mentions of bullying, harsh language, light abuse, and hate

Notes: In no case, I am saying so many positive things about myself as Nefeli, I just wanted to point out that the character is acceptable for who she is and that looks don’t matter at all. I am not putting my personality in the ff, I am just using my name for the story but that’s all. Just the mention of my name, I am NOT talking about myself as Nefeli.

Τhis is a tickle-related ff, if you are not interested in it, please keep scrolling.

Lots of love Nef 💕

“NOHOHAHAHA PLEHEHAHAHAHAHASE NAHAHAHAHAHA” I screamed in laughter as Jungkook kept squeezing my side mercilessly.

I was currently lying on my bed, circled by the boys, being tickled to death. I’m sure you’re all wondering how I ended up living and being tortured by seven boys.

Well, lemme tell you a story…

One year ago:

I was running away as three of my classmates were chasing me. My fourteen year old, short legs led me to the closest park I could reach, my breath shaky and short. Air couldn’t reach my lungs properly and my belly was hurting from so much running.

I had turned my head multiple times to see if they are still behind me and luck was not on my side. They were behind me every time.

I know what you are thinking. Why would these boys chasing me? Well, let’s just say I am not the skinniest person on this Earth… Not the fattest but not the skinniest one too. I have been bullied a lot in my life cause of my weight and those three were some bullies too. Theo, Alex, and Luke were the meanest ones and they were never leaving me alone, enjoy some moments with my friends.

I had asthma since I was four months old and I was taking cortisone since I was six months old. That’s why I was like that. Those bullies had made me think multiple times about suicide. I felt I wasn’t good enough for that world. That I was too ugly. I still felt everyone wouldn’t want me because of my weight. Only if they knew the truth… It’s all cortisone’s fault! Ugh, I hate myself…!

And yes, I know what you are thinking again. Why hadn’t I talked to my parents so far? And the answer is that I am an orphan. In fact, I am leaving in a hotel, near my school. Thankfully, the owner of the hotel, mrs Lucy, was a family friend, before my parents ’death and she knew me so she let me stay there.

As I was running for my life, I was tackled on the park asphalt by no other than the most meaningful out of the three, Theo. My head the ground, making me groan in pain. They didn’t seem to care tho and I wasn’t surprised, to be honest. I still have some of their bruises on my arm…

⚠️WARNING MENTION OF BULLING AND MENTAL ABUSE ⚠️

“Well well well… Who do we have here?” Theo said after he got comfortable on me, his minions on each of his sides, holding my hands over my head. “Fat Nefeliiii,” he said sarcastically, making me look at them in fear and the rest of them laugh. “Oh guys look, she got fatter than she was before!” Alex exclaimed, bringing salty tears to my eyes, which I swallowed successfully. 

“Hey moron, I heard you like one of us, who it is?” Luke asked me. I didn’t reply. I just lied there, my head stuck in my shoulder to avoid eye contact.

Suddenly I felt a sharp feeling on my forearm. Theo was pinching me. Hard. “The only thing you are matching with, is a pig, you filthy animal!” I let an ear-piercing scream filling everybody’s ears. Luke immediately covered my mouth with his free hand and whispered harshly “Shut up or I’ll choke your head out” he threatened as tears were rolling down my cheeks. I felt a punch on my belly, making my nerves drumming in my head “Oh oh oh oh, look! She is so fat that her tallow is moving with a single touch. You should try it too!” he exclaimed, smirking darkly and he punched my belly once again, followed by two of Luke, three more of Alex and many more. 

I was feeling like I would die straight away. Every muscle on me was in pain, burning, and itching. “No one loves you!” Alex yelled at me, spits of saliva landing on my now wet face. As Luke was ready to throw another painful punch on my torso, I closed my eyes, waiting for it to come.

However, it never came. Instead of that, I saw the boys being tackled by two older boys I had never seen in my life before and being pulled tightly hugged by two strong, yet unknown to my arms. “One more movement and you’re done, understood?!” the short, young boy with grey-brown hair practically growled with his deep voice as he was holding both Alex and Luke from their collars, their feet not touching the ground anymore. Theo was held in the same way as another guy, younger than him, with dark red hair and bunny teeth. Both boys were staring through Theo’s, Alex’s, and Luke’s eyes, scaring them. (A/N 2019 looks)

The arms which were around me tightened in an extremely comfortable and relaxing way. I didn’t look at him, but I knew he was much taller than my petit 153cm. I was sobbing and turned around and hid my face in his chest. I could see he had blue hair, but nothing else. My eyes were puffy, red, and watered, feeling, and feeling them stinging. My tears were all over his chest but he didn’t seem to mind. He was whispering soft, calming things to me, I could barely recognize what tho. 

My three classmates/bullies nodded in fear before being dropped to the ground and running away. Relied filled me and I was finally able to breathe properly. I took a deep, huge breath and breathed out slowly, to stop my sobs and tears.

I looked around me and the two boys kneeled in front of me, looking at me with worry in his eyes and face. When I raised my head and looked at them, they all smiled at me sweetly. The short boys caressed my curly, dark brown hair and cheek, making me melt into the blue-haired guy’s embrace. 

“Hey little one” the bunny guy smiled at me. I was too shy to reply to him so I just simply nodded and cracked a small smile. The two of them were looking at me in awe for some reason.

I turned my head a little so I could see the third guy. He was smiling down at me too, he had cute dimples and he was wearing black, square glasses. He looked around the guy’s age and he was the tallest out of them. I noticed that his black shirt had a huge stain from my tears. I felt guilt rising inside me and I looked down in embarrassment. He must have noticed that because he assured me it was okay.

“I am Jungkook love, this shorty is Yoongi and your cuddle buddy is Namjoon,” the bunny guy, who introduced himself as Jungkook said in a teasing way, making me smile, but still looking on my lap and remained silent. 

“And here’s the part of the conversation where you’re telling us your name,” Namjoon said in a humoring way, making me more shy. 

I took a deep breath and said in a low voice “I’m Nefeli” and then got closer to my cuddle buddy- I mean Namjoon.

“How old are you, Nefeli?” Yoongi asked me. I started getting anxious about their questions. Why were they asking so many? Doesn’t it look how old I am? 

I brushed it off because I didn’t want to get too suspicious and answered the question “I’m 14 and I am going to the 9th grade, at the public school of the area” I said. I know I gave too much information but that wouldn’t but so important.

“Can I ask you something?” Yoongi asked me politely. I nodded my head, still looking at my lap. “Why were those boys…doing that to you? What did you do to them?” he asked, making me feel weird and bad. I did nothing more than being in this world.

I looked at my body and left a deep sigh. “Can’t you see why?” I asked, bringing looks of question on their faces. 

“No, we cannot,” Namjoon said, “Care to enlighten us?” 

I let out another, deeper sigh and decided to say MY truth “They were hitting me because I deserved it. I am too ugly and fat for this world and no one should look at me” I felt Namjoon hug me once more and I rested my head on his shoulder. 

“That’s nonsense, you’re beautiful! They are just too jealous of you” Namjoon assured me, bouncing me on his lap, making me smile a little. “And whether you’re fat or not, it’s not their business. You are so beautiful like that, and your curves maybe not good at your age, but when you get older everyone will love them. Especially the boys” Yoongi winked at me, and I blushed at his commend. 

It felt good. It felt really good being complimented by some random, yet very polite and sweet guys. I hadn’t been complimented for four years, since mrs Lucy’s son left. He was always so sweet towards me and cared for me and my problems.

They all remained silent and stared at me, with those gentle smiles. “Um, can we stood up, please?” I broke the silence. 

They just nodded their heads and looked at me, still smiling. They looked at each other and they all stood up, with me standing up too. Jungkook stuck his hand out for me and I grabbed it, but we didn’t move. “Let’s take you back to your parents,” Yoongi said with his deep, nice voice. 

I looked at my feet and felt my eyes starting to water again. They must have noticed that too because they paused on their tracks looked at me with wonder. “I-I don’t have parents,” I said in a shaky voice, playing with the edge of the black, oversized hoodie I had ‘borrowed’ from miss’s Lucy son.

Mrs Lucy was a middle-aged woman, divorced, with a son around 24-25. He was studying in New York for four years now and he was going to return today and move into an apartment with his friends. Fortunately, he had left some of his clothes and I had some awesome hoddies to wear.

“And where are you living? Do you want us to get you there or you can go by yourself?” Jungkook asked me, with concern in his voice, looking down at me with a worried expression.

At first, I hesitated to tell them where I was leaving but then I decided to tell them, without details. “I live in a hotel, in the next street. The owner is a family friend so I live there for free” Just as I was about to continue, I heard a very familiar voice yelling in our direction, happily. 

“Kookie, Joon, Yoongi!” everyone turned their heads towards him.

When we saw each other, our jaws dropped to the ground, with shock and happiness mixed. I never expected to see him there, and searching for my three saviors.

“Nefeli!”

“Jimin!”

We approached us and I ran to him and hugged him. He hugged me back tightly, huge grins on our faces. The other three boys were looking at us with wonder and shocked expressions. 

“Excuse me, do you know each other?” Jungkook asked when we broke the embrace.

Jimin and I nodded the big grins still on our faces. “He’s a family friend” I explained. “And our best friend” Jungkook smiled back. 

“What are you doing here anyway, Nef? Mum must be worried about you” Jimin asked me. The happy expression on my face faded away as the event of the last half hour crushed my mind once again. I lowered my head, suddenly finding the ground more interesting than before. I suddenly felt some parts of my torso in pain. It was the place where Theo, Alex, and Luke had punched me. Jimin knew everything about those boys. They were torturing me since I was a little girl, before my parents’ death. He had even dealt with them some times, but the three bullies started again, four years ago, when they learned that Jimin had left for NYC to study.

Jimin must have noticed my discomfort, so threw his arm around my shoulders, pulling me by his side, giving me a side hug. He had a soft smile on his face and he was looking down at me with care, like Jungkook, Yoongi, and Namjoon. His pink hair was nicely formed and his small hands were rubbing my arms, in a comforting way. “Those boys again?” he asked me. I only nodded and he thankfully got the message that I was in no mood to talk about that.  

After some seconds of no talking at all, Jimin decided to go home, leaving his friends for me. He wanted to see his mum anyway so we started our five-minute way towards the hotel I am staying in silence. We both were tired to talk. Jimin was too skeptical tho.

I was feeling bad. Very bad. I didn’t want to live there anymore. I wanted to go away, live alone, with no bullies, with no one reproving me about my appearance and my weight. Mrs Lucy and Jimin had given everything to me. Love, home, care, food, comfort, personal supplies, a healthy life, everything! They had even keep contact with my pneumonologist for my asthma and they were buying all the medicines I needed! But yet I was feeling I was no match for that family, this town, and this world. That no one wanted me. That those two people were treating me like that because I was their friends’ daughter and they were obligated to do it. There were so many times in the day that I was feeling like that. But when this woman was smiling at me, or when Jimin was texting or sitting or playing with me, I was feeling loved. However, those feelings were never lasting too long, because when I was alone again, they were crushing my mind like a tornado which only wanted to destroy everything and leave me helpless in my tears and nightmares. 

When we arrived at the hotel, we got inside only to be hugged by Jimin’s worried mother. She seemed very stressed and nervous at first but when she saw that we were both alright she let us go. 

“Where have you been you two?!” she asked us. We just chuckled and shook our heads. 

Mrs Lucy was like a mother to me since my parents’ car crash, eight years ago, when I was six years old. She was always sweet, caring, lovable, funny, and ready to make me laugh and snap out of my thoughts. I loved her like loved my mother when she was alive and healthy. You may think why I wasn’t living in their house instead of the hotel. Well, they were leaving at the hotel too. Why would you stay in an apartment, when you can live in your own business?

“Lucy, we’re fine! We had just gone to the park for some time” I laughed at her reaction, and Jimin nodded next to me. We were never letting her know about my hell in school. Neither I nor Jimin wanted to worry her, so we decided to keep it a secret. And yes, I'm talking to her in the singular. She told me the first time she saw me when I was three years old. 

“You could have informed me first, Jimin!” he said to Jimin, making his jaw drop to the ground and me giggle beside him. 

“Why are you blaming me every time and not her?!” he asked in a humorous but dead serious tone. Lucy never blamed me for anything and she was always blaming Jimin. Well, fair for me! 

His mother didn’t answer. She only gave him a warm smile and hugged him once again. “Welcome home, sweetheart” Jimin mumbled a ‘thank you’ in her shoulder, hugging her back, a crack in his voice could be noticed. Their interaction always managed to make my heart melt. 

Lucy tho broke the hug, saying she had lots of work to do and she left like that. We went to the kitchen to grab some lunch and then we headed to my room, where I was staying. 

It was a huge room, with a king-sized bed, two wooden nightstands on each side, and a big, red velvet headboard. In front of the bed, there was an enormous desk with my literature books on it and an enormous mirror. All around the wall I had put my posters of my favorite bands and movies, adding a hint of teenage in the room. A wooden, big closet was placed in the corner of the room, and there was a door next to the entrance of the room, which was a bathroom. There was also a HUGE window instead of a wall, facing the entire Seoul from here, and in the night it was magical!

Jimin and I sat on my bed, eating our lunch, which was mac n’ cheese. My mood was still a little down so he started talking about anything. He told me how beautiful New York is. He told me funny stories about there and his failures. He told me how his studies were drowning him. He told me how he had his first relationship but they broke up because she was selfish.

But I told him many things too. I told him about my friends. I told him about a Black Veil Brides concert I wanted to go to. I told him about school and how I didn’t like 9th grade and my marks. I told him about a boy I liked, which was a huge mistake because he was teasing me about it extremely much after that. 

“Aw, you’re blushing just with his thought” he cooed mockingly, and I blushed more. “My wittle girl is in wove!” he exclaimed in a babyish voice, mocking. I was feeling much better. Jimin always managed to cheer me up, without even trying too much, or telling me stupid things like ‘everything will be alright’ or ‘don’t mind them’. Instead, he would find ways to help my mind zone out of my problems and make me laugh. 

Just as he was about to continue, he noticed something on me, raising an eyebrow at me. “Is that my hoodie?”

I shook my head no, and a small grin formed on my face. When I lie, I smile like an idiot. I saw a smirk flash on his face and he placed both our plates on the nightstand next to him. Oh huh… When Jimin smirks, I know better than to stay where I am. 

I tried to make a run for it, but he grabbed my waist and pulled me back, making me sat on the bed. He pushed my shoulders and I fell on the bed. I was snickering too much and I wasn’t moving, I just covered my now redder face with my tiny hands, clearly enjoying it.

Jimin lied on top of me sideways and smirked wider. I felt a knot forming in my stomach from anticipation. I loved this side of Jimin. The playful and childish one. It was like we were at the same age and we hadn’t had that huge gap of ten years in our ages. 

“Now are you lying to me, Neffie?” he said with a mischievous tone in his voice. I knew I had screwed up…

“That’s not very polite...” he kept the same tone in his voice and he poke my right side, making me shot my hands down and stuck them on my sides, earning a small scream from me and a lot of squirming. “I think we should change that” he poked my left side, and I gave the same reaction. And again. And again. And again. And faster. And faster. And faster. I could tell we were both enjoying that. It was a secret I would never admit to anyone. However, I think Jimin had already noticed that since I was a toddler because I rarely say stop. Only when I was on the edge of passing out and he loved that as much as me. 

I kept squirming and squealing and giggling around his grip, my hands trying to protect my hypersensitive sides, with no progress.

“JihihihihmihihIHIN NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” my laughter raised an octave when he shook all his five fingers in the middle of my tummy. I tried to curl up in a ball, but I couldn’t since his arm was blocking my legs, and I couldn’t even turn on my side. My face started burning up and loud giggles were echoing the room while Jimin was just grinning from ear to ear.

“Ready to apologize, giggles?” that nickname always manages to soften me and apologize straight away.

“I ahaham sohohorry!” I tried and said into my laughter, but that laughter was only to become a scream when he rose my- sorry, his hoodie and blew a short but yet 26 times more ticklish raspberry on my bare, left side. “For?” another raspberry “LYIHIHIHIHIHIHING TO YOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOU!” just then his phone rand he stopped his torturous assault and picked it up, letting me curl up in a small ball, left-over giggles still leaving me.

“Hello?” however, he kept poking around my tummy and sides.

“Stop torturing my poor girl, or you’ll leave this place sooner than you have already planned” his mum could be heard through his phone. 

“Okay! I got what I wanted anyways” he hung up, smirking at me. “You’re just lucky my mom loves you too much and he doesn’t let me finish properly with you” he winked at me and lemme go.

I kinda felt bad about his comment. One day, Alex had told me that when his mum caught him punching my arm, he stopped him and shouted at him for that. It reminded me of that. Of the fact that I’m fat. Of the fact that I was ugly. Of the fact that I deserved to be punished for my existence. He didn’t scare me, I knew he didn’t mean what I thought, But still, I couldn’t just forget about those harmful comments. One other day, Luke was hitting me and when I pleaded for him to stop, he said that animals are never in pain and he just continued slapping and kicking me. Ugh, I hate those three idiots!

“You good?” he asked me, with care in his voice and I only nodded. We sat in silence for some minutes, scrolling through our phones. 

“Perfect, we’re having a lockdown all over the world in two days...” I mumbled and groaned. We all knew about it. We learned about it some days ago and we were all just anxious about that new virus called Covid-19. Doctors tho say that it is too dangerous.

“I know, that’s why I’m moving tomorrow and not in a month” Jimin had planned to move the day after his return home, due to that awful virus and we wouldn’t be able to see him for God knows how long. I didn’t like that, but I couldn’t say anything. After all, he was an adult and he could do whatever he wanted. Plus, he couldn’t stay with his mum forever.

I was feeling my eyes heavy and before I knew it, I was fast asleep in Jimin’s arms. The deep mattress swallowed me and the soft pillow made sleep come faster. All that tired me out. Jimin lied me on the bed, kissed my forehead, and left my room. 

Next morning:

I went down to the dining room, to eat my breakfast. The smell of nice, chocolate waffles was filling the room and my nostrils. Waffles. My favorite. Every Saturday, we had waffles with chocolate as breakfast in the hotel. 

However, I may love chocolate waffles but I was never enjoying them. I always had those thoughts. I was feeling like every bite was another whole kilo. I was feeling like I was a whale and that I was eating the planet. Like I was getting fatter and fatter and that nobody will love me if I end up so fat. Jimin and Lucy always tried and changed my mind, but I always had the same thought at the back of my mind. 

My medicines were strong and I could not get away from them… And if I was taking medicines, I couldn’t lose weight. And that was something which was torturing me since I was a little girl.

As I entered the room tho, I saw something I was never expected to see again. It was Jimin with the three guys we were with yesterday and three more boys. They were all laughing and eating waffles together. Next to Jimin was a tall boy, at Jungkook’s height with huge hands, black hair, and a cute boxy smile. Opposite him, it was a really sweet and tallboy with plumb lips, big shoulders, and brown hair. And next to Yoongi was a cute, boy, maybe a little taller than Jimin, with a warm smile, red-brown hair, and nice, small eyes.

The only thing I wanted was to be swallowed by the ground. However, Jimin had other plans. He turned his head the same time I stepped in the room and smiled widely, motioning for me to come over. I was feeling my ears burning from blushing and a shy smile making its appearance on my face. I am a really shy person, especially when I’m meeting older boys. 

I approached them and stood next to my friend, who side-hugged me and I leaned onto him from shyness, side-hugging his neck too. His friends were looking at us in awe for a reason I still don’t quite get… I waved at the bunny boy, the shortie, and my cuddle buddy *hehehe* and they waved back at me, grinning.

“So this is Jin, Hoseok, and Taehyung” Jimin introduced the boys to me “Guys, this is Nefeli” my face flushed a new, dark shade of red from embarrassment. I snuggled more, into Jimin, who just chuckled and hugged me tighter. 

“You were right, bro. She’s really a little ball of shyness” the guy next to me, Taehyung I think was his name, said teasingly. 

I sent a glare at Jimin, who just poked my side again, making me squirm and giggle lightly. All the boys grinned wider.

“Ah, and a ticklish one too. This will come in handy” the plumb-lipped guy winked at me. I was wondering what he meant until Lucy came into the room and said with a warm big smile “Get your things ready, you’re moving with Jimin and the boys” 

My jaw dropped to the ground. Everyone knew I had a soft spot for Jimin and I was feeling like he was my older brother but I never expected that. And I have to admit I was more than excited.

“I what?!”

Back to today:

“Ughhh, second lockdown!” I groaned as I leaned back on the couch, next to Yoongi, who was currently doing nothing but scrolling down his phone. 

“You were supposed to get used to it. We’re inside this house a week now!” 

“Correction, we’re in this house a year now, we’re just in quarantine for a week” I smirked.

“Stop being a smartass Nef” I heard Jin yelling from the kitchen. 

Our new home was amazing! It has bordeaux walls all around the living room and the kitchen is connected to the dining room and the living room. There are eight bedrooms, three bathrooms, a backyard, and a nice, small garden. I was sleeping with Jimin most of the time because I loved sleeping with him. I always feel protected. The place wasn’t too big but it was just so cute and sweet. I was finally feeling like I was home.

We were in the second lockdown for a week now and I was bored of life since then. We were all day long inside the house, like the first one in March. I had nothing to do all day long and my online classes were more boring than sitting all day long on a chair and watch a sleeping man. 

So now I was lying on the couch, next to Yoongi, both on our phones. Namjoon and Hoseok were out shopping, Jimin was in his room, playing computer games with Jungkook and Taehyung, and Jin was cooking lunch. 

I was scrolling down on Instagram when I saw a message from an unknown number blinking on my phone. Without even thinking about it twice, I opened the message, believing that it would be advertising by a mobile phone company.

However, I shot up from my seat and ran towards my room as soon as I opened it. The two boys were looking at me weirdly and were shouting behind me to tell them what was wrong but I wasn’t.

My face was pale, my hands were trembling and my eyes were wet when I closed the door behind me and plopped on my bed. The unknown number belonged to Alex… And what he sent me was a video of me… Being beaten up by them. What caught my eye tho was that the video was a screenshot. Someone had posted it on Instagram! I went into that account who had posted the video. However, what I saw made me sob hardly. The comments were harsher than I expected.

‘That pig deserves it’

‘Why did you let her go?’

‘Why do they let her going out like that?’

‘Ugly fatty’ 

Anger rose inside me. Anger and sadness. What had I even do to them? People are too cruel. They attack innocent people because they are different from them. 

I started crying once again. I was used to rude and irrespective people. I learned how to fight them when I could and live with that. However now, it was something else. It was more than rudeness. It was hate. It was negativity. It was aversion. My heart kept clenching as the seconds were passing by.

I love myself the way I am, but I obviously don’t like it when people are talking about me like that. And now I was feeling that no one ever liked me for real. Like I was only one girl to be made fun of. 

I lied on my bed and buried my head in the pillow, to let out all my emotions, hard sobs and hot tears fell onto it. My heart was aching and my head was pounding. Hate. That was everything I could see. Hate. Hate from my classmates, hate from social, hate from most of my peers, hate for almost everyone.

Jimin’s P.O.V: 

I was playing an online game with Jungkook and Taehyung. 

It was so good that I and Nef were living alone with my friends. All the boys had a soft spot for and they love her with all their hearts. So as I. Ever since we lost her parents, she has been living with mum and I and I really love her like the sister I never had. And now that we live all together it’s like heaven. 

I was in the edge of winning, when I heard some sobs coming from the room next to me. Nef… I turned off my PC and rushed to her room.

What I saw was just heart-breaking. She had stuck her head inside her pillows and she was crying her beautiful soul out. I immediately understood what had happened. Oh gosh, I swear to God I will kill those boys one day! They had made her hate herself and how she looks like. I know that Nef has a chubby body, but that is not something that everyone should care about. She has an amazing personality and a sweet, bunny-like smile, just like Jungkook’s. 

I sighed and stepped into her room quietly as her cries were filling my ears. I sat on her bed, next to her, and placed my hand on her trembling back. She flinched harshly but when I started rubbing comforting circles, she calmed down and her sobs faded away.

I bent down and whispered nice, sweet things in her ear, to help her relax more. I know that soft things always help her, so I scooped her in my arms and cuddled with her until her breathing came back to normal. Her asthma was very serious and I always was too anxious about it. I’m just lucky she knows how to manage it, or else I would have had a panic attack every time she cannot breathe properly. 

“What happened again, sunshine?” I asked her once she was completely fine. 

She hid her face in the crook of my neck and I felt some leftover tears wetting my skin. I brushed the back of her fluffy, curly, and brown hair, feeling her melt into my embrace. She didn’t say anything. She just grabbed her phone and showed me a video.

The only thing I wanted to do was to break the phone and those boys’ faces. Blood was running out of her mouth and her arms were all bruised. I remember that day. She had phoned me in NYC and she was screaming and begging me to come back to save her. 

Those bullies had made a little girl cry and think low about herself. It wasn’t just because it was the specific girl, but in general, no one should ever touch someone else like that. Especially a girl. And for us, especially this girl. 

“Neffie, please don’t cry over idiotic people” I tried to comfort her, but I already knew that I wasn’t helping the matter. 

“No one loves me Jimin, no one. I’m just too fat and ugly” I heard her mutter and my heart clenched. I could never understand how a girl like her could feel so bad for her own self. The only thing I wanted to do was to watch those kids begging her for forgiveness, but they will never do that... 

Her puffy red eyes were once again watered, but no sound was coming out of her mouth. I was so angry. Angry at myself that I wasn’t there to protect her and help her with her demons. 

I sighed deeply and straightened her torso so as she was able to look at me. “Listen carefully and I’m not gonna repeat it. You are perfect! You don’t need to worry about anything! And you don’t need to be insecure about it. If you like your weight, it’s alright, stay like this. And if they don’t like it just spit them, turn on your heel, and leave. This body” I placed my hands on her arms and shook her, which thankfully brought a huge smile on her face “is yours! You are the only one who has a word on your appearance, you hear me, love? Only you! There are people out there who love you! Your friends love you, the boys love you, I love you, WE love you! Weight it’s just a number. A stupid, useless number! Everything and I mean EVERYTHING is just in your head! You can change it and only if you want it. Not because of what three toxic, problematic, mean boys and some random, weird, cruel, heartless people think or say. You are perfect just the way you are love. Your personality is the only thing that matters. And trust me, your personality is as bright as your eyes and smile” as soon as I finished, I looked straight into her eyes and I saw they were wet again. But this time wasn’t sad tears. They were tears of emotion and trust. A soft, small pout was on her face and her chubby cheeks were all red.

Nefeli didn’t say anything. She just nodded and looked down. The only thing I heard was a quiet ‘I love you, Minnie’. I just wrapped my arms around her and she laid her head on my chest. I knew I had calmed her down. I can read Nef like an open book. However, what I said was true. I believed, I believe and I will always believe what I said.

“Can I have that smile back now?” I asked her, nudging her arm, making her just smiled a little. “No, not that. I want a reeeal smile” I nudged her again, making that smile grew bigger but still not what I wanted. So I decided to follow the only one way left I knew it would cheer her up and she loves it anyway. Don’t ask how I knew it. It was obvious. She never says ‘stop’ and she does everything she can to make me tickle her. I have to admit it’s kinda cute, and I enjoy it too.

I smirked at her and poke her sixth rib, which I know for experience it’s her most ticklish rib. She flinched hardly, some giggles escaping her mouth. I tried to poke her again but she moved before I could. I tried again but I didn’t manage once more because she ran out of the room. 

I ran behind her and we both entered the living room, where now all the boys were in. I was chasing her all around the room, our friends looking at use amused. At least I had cheered her up. 

As we were doing the sixth round, I saw her being pulled onto the couch by Namjoon, who had apparently returned home with Hoseok.

I smiled too and walked up to them. The rest of the boys had already circled Nef too and they had pinned her down. Yeah, it was a very common situation in this house. Well, I believe they have understood too that she loves tickling so there’s no day without her being tickled for at least one minute by each one of us.

“So what did you do again?” Yoongi asked her mockingly. She didn’t reply, she was just snickering from anticipation and shaking her head ‘no’. 

“I just wanted to see a smile, that’s all,” I said innocently.

“Well… I wanna see one too now that I’m thinking about it” Tae add with the same tone as mine, and all the others nodded in agreement. 

Jin kneeled next to her sides and just placed a single finger on her side, which was bare since Hoseok had pinned her arms above her head and had sat on them. Jin didn’t even poke her, he just placed the finger on her right side and yet Nef let out a loud squeak. “Eek”

‘Still soo ticklish…’ I thought to myself and smiled. She was acting exactly like she was when she was a baby. 

Tae scratched her sole and Nef was literally about to fall off the couch, another squeak leaving her with some giggles too. Her feet were half his hand, not hyperbole, and by far too sensitive. Everyone was expecting that reaction of her. “Nohohohohoho” her loud snickers were filling our ears.

So when Jungkook barely touched her toes, she almost kicked him and a laugh echoed the room. We all chuckled at her reaction too.

Jin poked all around her sides and belly, increasing her giggles making them filling the air. “JihihihiHIHIhin”

“Yes, giggles?” he mocked her.

I could see a slight blush rising on her cheeks. Nicknames were always working well on Nef. She was thinking it was something special between people and her. 

We heard a loud squeal and we understood what was happening. Yoongi was squeezing her kneecaps. Classic reaction.

Both the boys and I were trained on how to take her by surprise and tickle her as much as was needed. 

I walked towards them and sat on her left, facing her exposed armpit. I suddenly scribbled on it, taking her by surprise and I earned a scream mixed with laughter, to which I laughed too. Gosh, she’s just sooooooo ticklish.

Nefeli’s P.O.V:

I had been crying my heart out some mins ago, and if Jimin wasn’t there, I really don’t know what I would do. This boy was like a big brother to me. 

And of course due to him, here I am now, being teased and tickled by the boys and him as a way of cheering up. Everybody knew I was enjoying that, even tho no one dare to start that conversation. They were so sweet, they didn’t want to make me feel uncomfortable. 

“Jihihiihihimin NOHAHAHA” I screamed loud when Jin squeezed multiple times my hypersensitive sides, kicking my legs.

When Jimin scribbled my armpit I felt like electricity was hitting my body and my nerves were being destroyed. I couldn’t control how much I was laughing at that time. 

However, it wasn’t so easy since Jungkook and Taehyung were holding my ankles and were pinching my toes and scribbling my soles like no tomorrow. Bad idea. My hips were bucking in the air and I was trying to get my legs and arms out of the grips so as I could curl up in a ball but it was useless. I was a fourteen-year-old girl against seven adults. 

Namjoon was counting my ribs out loud, which he knows is killing me. My ribs are really sensitive but when I was being pinned down, for a magical reason I was getting more sensitive. 

“Oneeeee… Twooooo… Threeeee… Fouuuur… Hm, what’s next? Five or eleven? Oh well, I think I shall start from the beginning” the teased and started rubbing the gaps between my bones. I arched my back and let the laughs leave my mouth like a river. I think it was obvious that I couldn’t control them anymore. 

“NAHAHAHAMJOON” I cried inside my laughs and I could see their grins growing wider. 

“Neffieeee!” he mocked me, making the feeling ten times worse. 

At the same time, I felt Yoongi digging behind my knees, sending me into a deeper fit of laughter while Jimin was now shaking both his hands in hands in my belly, making me feel like someone was blowing extremely short raspberries on my skin.

“What tickles the most?” I heard Hoseok asking above me, as I was shaking my head side to side, and laughter was being poured out of my mouth like a waterfall. “This” he scribbled his blunt nails left to the right on my left armpit “or that?” he drew fast circles on my right hollow, sending me into hysterics.

I was getting more and more exhausted as the seconds were passing by. However, that wasn’t a bad exhaust. It was fun and sweet.

The boys were so sweet towards me since we moved altogether. They were all trying to cheer me up when I was down and make me feel better when I needed it. I loved them with all my heart. Tickling was the most common way of cheering me up and I have to admit that they could read me like an open book as to when I had had enough and when I needed it. 

My stomach was hurting from all the laughing and my feet were burning from the scratching. To be honest, that was the most unbearable feeling, but I would be lying if I said I was against that. I trust them and I know that they stop when they sense it is unbearable in a bad way.

As I was thinking things couldn’t get any worse, Jimin bend down and blew the longest raspberry in history just above my bellybutton. Jesus, that boy knows too well how he can drive me hysteric.

I shrieked with laughter and I was trying to set myself free. I was squirming like a maniac from side to side and desperately pulling down my arms and legs like there was no tomorrow.

I really don’t know how I managed to do it, but somehow I set myself free and I made a run of it. I knew I took everyone by surprise, with my escape but they snapped out of it and were soon hot on my heels, chasing me around the house. 

Every bad thought I had, was now vanished. I was drowning in the moments and I was enjoying myself more than anything else. At that specific moment. Those moments and memories were and will be some of my favorite ones. I indeed have people who love and care about me, I was just too blind to see it. The fact that those boys I barely knew some months ago, were now my shoulders to cry on and seven of the closest people I had in my life is something I would always be grateful of. They were slowly teaching me to love myself and they had achieved it. There were moments I felt like I was nothing. But there were the boys to remind me how important I am for some people and how toxic and problematic some people are. That the real beauty is inside us and not on our face or body. That our personality is all that matters, and that I am beautiful just the way I am. 

I was running around the house, getting in and out of the rooms, circling the kitchen, dodging their hands, and giggling my heart out. And all that was just for me to be scooped in someone’s arms and pinned on my bed, on my belly. 

I felt someone sitting on my butt, facing all my back and sides and soft hands cupping my sides and I immediately understood it was Jungkook. Taehyung had pinned my arms above my head once again and Joon was holding my ankles. I was stretched and all my worst spots were exposed. 

I felt Jungkook pulling up my hoodie and I immediately knew what was coming for me. I started squirming around once again and snickering harder than I was before. “Nohohoho” I pleaded, shaking my waist to avoid what was coming, but we all knew that was not gonna help me. 

Out of blue, I felt a finger sliding down my spine slowly, sending me in fits of hysterical giggles and grins on the boys’ faces. Spine was a sensitive spot and Jimin didn’t hesitate to tell everyone about it when they firstly tickled me altogether. And of course, they had to use it against me every time.

“Oh, you cannot run away again, little one?” Jin teased behind me, making everything worse. 

“Plehehehase” I didn’t know why I said that, but it escaped my mouth automatically.

“Please what? Please start? Oh okay, as you wish” Hoseok said, already squeezing the back of my thighs, not giving me time to react before that.

Instantly, all the guys attacked my body with merciless tickles. Taehyung was scratching my armpits furiously, not minding my shrieks and squirms. He even bent down and whispered things in my ears like ‘Tickletickletickletickle’ and ‘Why are you laughing?’ sending shivers down my spine.

Yoongi was playing with my ribs like piano, teasing me in a sing-song voice like ‘la-la-la-la-laaaaaa’ trying to hit a higher octave by each la as he was hitting and rubbing every gap between my ribs. 

Jungkook was spidering my lower back fastly with one hand and squeezing my left side with the other. It’s ridiculous how sensitive am on my back and my sides are a death spot, so it was a sweet torture of his tickles. I didn’t complain tho, I didn’t want it to stop.

“Coochie coochie coo, babyyyy” ahhh those words were always the biggest and most torturous tease I could ever take!

Jimin was squeezing and running his fingers and nails up and down the back of my thighs, making me shriek harder and harder with every touch. Sometimes he would give me some pokes on my right side, helping Jungkook. The worst thing was that he could BOTH squeeze my thighs and poke my side at the same time. I would try to curl at my right every time he would poke me, daring to make Jungkook fell off of me.

At the same time, Jin was spidering up and down my non-ticklish calves which suddenly had become too sensitive, reaching up to the back of my knees and running back down to my ankles and then all the way up and again and again and again, earning uncontrollable kicks and belly laughter. 

“Does it tickle? Does it tickle?! I think it doeeees… You’re just sooooooo ticklish Neffie, so ticklish” 

And for the big finish, Hoseok and Namjoon had one of my bare feet each and were scribbling on the middle of my sole and just under my toes like it was the last thing they could do before they vanish. Namjoon would lightly pinch and wiggle my left toes and wriggling his fingers in-between them, making me lost my mind. Hoseok on the other hand, would bend down and giving my poor right foot soft, quick kisses, making things 126% more ticklish for me. 

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” I screamed, making all the boys chuckle at me, not being bothered to gimme a break.

“What’s wrong Nef? Tell us, why are you screaming?” Hoseok said, only some cm away from my skin before he place quick multiple kisses on the very middle of my sole.

I couldn’t respond. The only thing I could do was to stay there, scream, squirm, laugh, and thrash around like a fish out of the water and onto my belly. 

“NOHOHAHAHA PLEHEHAHAHAHAHASE NAHAHAHAHAHA” I screamed in laughter as Jungkook kept squeezing my side mercilessly.

“Gimme a smile Nef,” Jungkook asked me innocently. “I need a proper smile, not laughter,” his mischievous ask madden me, as I was clearly unable to do it. “Tickle monster must eat a smile Neffie, or he’ll eat you aaaaaall up” he playfully growled. If my eyes could wide, they would. I knew what that meant. That was never a good ask…

Obviously unable to do what he wanted, I just shook my head left to right. “NAHAHAHAHAHAOOO, NAHAHAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAT!” I pleaded. However, we all knew that was something of my favorite thing and I of course wanted it.

“Okay then, you asked for it,” he said as he bent down and nibbled on my side. His sharp, bunny teeth were the death of me at that exact moment. I was thrashing so much from that, that they all almost lost their grip on me. It was tickling like hell and I was shrieking extremely much.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” and as I thought that was the worst part of all, I felt Jimin blowing a long raspberry on my other side. Hell. Just hell. But a sweet and fun hell. 

“Awwww, our poor little girl cannot take some bites…” Taehyung cooed, and things became even worse just by that. Teasing was always a killer for me. 

“IHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHATE YAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHLL!” I spat out at all of them, but I soon regretted it when all the tickling stopped for five seconds and fake gasps echoed the room.

Keywords: for five seconds

“Now that’s not very polite,” Jin said, fake hurt by my words, while I was catching my breath, some more snickers still running out of me. 

However, that rest didn’t last long…

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAT AGAHAHAHAHAHAHAIN!” I howled and laughed maniacally when Jungkook blew a strong raspberry on my lower back and placed small, quick pecks up and down my spine while Namjoon scribbled furiously my sole while Taehyung was ‘massaging’ fastly the hollows of my armpits. 

“This” Yoongi shouted before he nibbled on my poor ribs, driving me mad “is what you get for being rude to us” 

I was again in fits of hysterical laughter, not able to control myself. I had lied my head on my soft mattress, between my pinned arms and I let myself free to squirm, laugh, and get lost in the moment.

I had forgotten about everything. I had forgotten about the bitter words of the people. I had forgotten about all the beating ups. I had forgotten about my insecurities. The only thing I was now focused on was my mission to get out of their grips and curl up in a small ball of myself. 

An ear-piercing scream left me when I felt raspberries on my neck and both of my sides from Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin. 

“AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

“Whoa, why are you screaming baby girl? Is something scary?” Hoseok asked like he wasn’t currently playing with my other death spot, aka toes. 

I was thrashing so much that finally Jungkook fell off of me and I was finally on my back. I saw their faces with grins and some giggles leaving their mouths. My face was red like a tomato and my messy bun was messier than it was before. Snickers were getting out of my mouth too and my stomach hurt again. 

Laughter filled the room, however, this time wasn’t mine. The boys were laughing their hearts out while Jungkook was playfully glaring at me. I couldn’t help but laugh at his sight too. He was so funny. Taehyung, Namjoon, and Hoseok had me still pinned down, thankfully on my back.

Jungkook rose his eyebrows at my laughter. “Okay, now you’ve done it, com’ ere!” he started wiggling his fingers at my direction, smirking widely, knowing this was driving crazy.

Wiggling fingers were making me so weak but just watching them, and everyone knew it...

My eyes went wide and I tried to move closer to the other edge of the bed, but NO! I couldn’t move due to those alive restraints I had on my wrists and ankles.

Jungkook shot up from the floor and plopped himself next to me and squeezed my sides like crazy. And from that, everyone else continues his assault. Tae bent down and blew an extremely long and ticklish raspberry on the left crook of my neck, his soft hair and breathe tickling my ear painfully much and making light growling noises. 

“Someone is just too ticklish to handle all that, right sweetie?” Yoongi asked me, as he was brushing all my ribs together with his blunt nails.

Jimin squeezed my belly and around my bellybutton and drawing circles with his thumbs on my hipbone, driving me crazy. He knew from experience how to tickle me and my nerves were being destroyed one by one.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEAHAHAHAHΑHAHASE!” I shrieked, kicked violently and tried to thrash away when I felt something sharp on my right foot, open and close fastly. 

“Aish, stop kicking, you’re gonna break my teeth!” Namjoon said, with mischief in his voice. Him! Of course it must have been him! 

“And stop squirming! My fingers are stuck under your knees!” Jin dug more in the back of my knees, really not helping the matter. 

Just them Jungkook blew another terrifyingly huge raspberry on my right side, bringing tears on my eyes. 

“AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MEHAHAHAHAHRCAHAHAHAHAHA!” I screamed, not able to do something else to defend myself. 

They weren’t negative tears tho. They were tears of joy. Tears of laughter. Tears of fun. 

Lemme explain what was happening at that moment. Taehyung was blowing raspberries on my neck and digging in the hollows of my armpits. Yoongi was scribbling all over my ribs. Jungkook was blowing raspberries and nibbling on my sides, Jimin was squeezing my hips without mercy as much as Jin was digging under my knees. Namjoon was nibbling on my poor sole with his unbearably hard teeth and Hoseok was playing my toes like piano. And lemme say all of them had that stupid, teasingly smirk on their faces…

Tears were rolling down my cheeks and my laughter had fallen silent. I had no energy left to make a sound. Just some hiccups and shrieks while I was trying to roll on my side, with no success. 

“Okay okay, let her go before she passes out” Yoongi decided to finally give some mercy to me.

One by one all the boys let me go and I curled up on a small ball. Jin pulled me closer to him for a nice, warm cuddle, rubbing my sides and neck to help the ghost tickles disappear. I was rubbing my feet together for the same reason and I was trying to catch my breath, some leftover snickers leaving my throat. 

Silence filled the room. Comfortable, sweet silence where I could sit for billions of hours and relax. I’m sure they had understood they had gone too far. And they knew I wasn’t making any noise after every time we were doing that.

“You have to admit that this time you were more sensitive than you already are” Tae teased me, breaking the silence, nudging my arm, and earning some chuckles from all the boys. I smiled widely and snuggled up more into Jin, not looking at any of them. 

“However, you still didn’t answer the question,” Yoongi told me “What did you do again?” 

My smiled fade away and I closed my eyes. Jin’s perfume was calming me down, but I couldn’t help the knot in my stomach. Everyone noticed that I didn’t feel comfortable with his question. I’m glad Jimin noticed that too. 

“The classics…” he explained, all the heads snapping at me. They knew. They all knew about my insecurities. 

 “We all saw the video” Jungkook whispered loud enough for us to hear. I had overcome it tho. Jimin had helped me. Too much. I wasn’t sad about it. I was mad at Theo, Alex, and Luke. Only mad. 

“Aw, Nef…” Hobi tried to comfort me and squeezed my shoulder. 

“You’re awesome just the way you are, love” Tae assured me. 

“And your body is just perrrrrfect!” Jin cooed, looking down at me.

“Yeah, skinny girls are as nice as chubby ones, they have nothing more than you, every body is special and amazing it's own way” Namjoon hugged me from the other side of me, pointing at me.

“We all love you for your personality, not your appearance” Yoongi explained to me, with a small, soft smile on his face.

“You’re our little girl!” Jimin smiled at me with his classic, shinny, sweet, comforting smile I can remember since I was only three years old. 

“Plus, if your body wasn’t how it is right now, we wouldn’t do this” he started squeezing my belly fastly, making me squeal and giggle hysterically “with so much pleasure” he grinned and squeezed faster when he heard a hiccup coming out of my mouth. The rest of the boys were looking at us in awe. 

I really love them, with all my heart. I’m so lucky I have them in my life… Without the, I really don’t know where I would be and what I would do… 

You’re not alone! You are beautiful just the way you are. If they cannot see your outside beauty, they just cannot see your inside one. But some others can. And they love you for what you are and not for how you look. If you ever need to talk to anyone, I’m here for you. I hope someday you’ll see how amazing and precious you are to some people!! 💕

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Hi, Chels! Congratulations!! I'm so happy for you! You deserve every follower and more! That is a threat, I'm holding everyone hostage 🔪

I would love to get a MHA matchup, I wanna see who you'd match me with! Got me so curious! SFW & NSFW if you'd be willing!

My name is Chloe but I prefer May, nicknames include May-May, Maybell or Chlo.

I'm 25, pronouns are she/he, Cancer Moon, Aries Sun and Virgo Rising. Quite the weird mash of zodiacs, huh?

My favorite colors are pink (that soft pastel kinda baby pink), red (especially blood/garnet red) and...can I add pink again? Any shade of pink this time. Bubblegum or hot pink.

Favorite AU's include A/B/O, Mafia, Historical, Fantasy and does Mythical Creatures count?

Oh...oh boy, I gotta look deep for some fun facts that aren't just...facts but I'll do my best!

1) My sneezes are so short and high pitched I go "chu".

2) I have vitiligo, makes me look like a dog because it's mostly around my mouth and my right eye so I have a spot!

3) I have atrocious balance, my knees and shins are always banged up because I cannot for the life of me walk correctly.

4) I have a stutter, on top of speaking so quickly it turns into a jumbled mess. So good luck understanding what I said because I have no idea either.

5) I have a growing unicorn plush collection. My favorite is Cupcake, one that's actually taller than I am. Big chunk.

My likes are pretty simple. Cute & soft sweaters, blankets, warm coffee and strawberry milk, pastries and the cold! Winter is my favorite season. History, particularly the Medieval and Victorian times.

My interests revolve around creativity and you could say they're my hobbies as well. Drawing in particular, I used to do digital but I'm stuck with traditional pencil and paper at the moment. I'm dipping my toes into painting and its very fun! Obviously writing and reading and if I'm not doing of those listed then I'm definitely playing video games.

Personality I might say I'm quite split down the middle. At first, to a complete stranger I might come across as cold, stoic, with a resting bitch face, that just wants to get whatever I'm outside for done so I can leave. I'd create a witty or sarcastic comeback if I was given sass by a Karen but with my speech issues? I'd be lucky to get one coherent word out at her...and spend the rest of the day fantasizing what could've happened. So I'm rather quiet, agoraphobia hits hard in large or crowded places so I'm an anxiety riddled mess on the verge of a panic attack. In private or with people that I'm comfortable with? Complete opposite. Happy, bubbly, cracking puns and jokes so get those groan worthy reactions. I try to be the "mom friend" and get over my issues if someone is having it worse, I'll march up to a counter and ask for ketchup if someone wanted it but was too scared to do it themselves. The shoulder to lean and cry on, I'm highly empathetic and understanding, compassionate at times. But I have to actively try and keep myself positive and say good things about myself because I do fall into the pit of self-loathing and hate.

For appearance I'd say I'm average height, pale with white splotches that are inching larger due to my vitiligo, chubby, ashy blonde, blue eyes, button nose. I'd say I'm decently cute? I don't know if I can rate myself.

Okay I know I said I'd be looking into Zodiac compatibility for this but— I literally just screamed internally "KIRISHIMA" when I was reading this. You two would be perfect omg. This Libra king would do anything for you. For this you're an artist and the daughter of a mafia boss :) I like to think of ship names sometimes so like, yours would either be like Eijmay or Mayjirou or Kiriloe— that last one and first are awful I know so lets go with the second? I can't write a proper stutter for the life of me so I tried to keep your dialogue to the minimum.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ Pairing: Eijirou Kirishima

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AU: Mafia

⠀Theme Song: You're The One That I Want - Alex & Sierra

How you meet (his point of view):

⠀⠀The gallery was full of black and white suits, tight, floor length dresses with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses meeting his ears. It was a joyous evening, celebrating the wonderful art work created by the boss's daughter. He had never met her before but he had heard whispers, all good as no one would dare slander the name of their leader's precious little girl. You were the boss's pride and joy, thus he kept you as far away from the darker side of the family business as possible.

⠀⠀Kirishima was still a new hire, a bodyguard of sorts and would consider this his first gig. He had an idea of who he was looking for as he walked further into the mass of people admiring your work but didn't expect what he would eventually come across. You were as far away from the crowd as you possibly could be, guzzling glasses of wine and over all appearing to be a deer in headlights. He couldn't fugure out for the life of him why you seemed so frightened until he watched people approach you to talk, noticing the stutter in your voice when you replied to questions and greetings,your body language telling people to stear clear of you.

⠀⠀So, he did what he was hired to do. "Kindly step away from the lady." He said with a smile, approaching with his large arms crossing over his broad chest as he towered over the guests. They looked at him as if he were a giant shark looking to devour them before scurrying away, leaving the two of you alone. He stood quietly, listening to the voices on the other side of his ear piece as his ruby eyes scanned the area around you. He made sure to not stand so close and avoided in letting his gaze wander.

⠀⠀He couldn't help but admire your skin in quick glances, finding the spot over your eye to be quite adorable. Your silky, ask blonde hair was all dolled up for the event, light make up on your face but not enough to cover the vitiligo. You were stunning and his heart hammered against his chest. So the rumors were true.

⠀⠀You thanked him, voice quiet and careful as you set down your wine glass and clasped your hands together. Out of the corner of his eye he watched you twiddle your thumbs. You didn't want to be here, did you? This obviously wasn't your idea, how could it be? A girl like you, timid as a mouse, didn't want to be surrounded by strangers. "Miss..." He began, thinking carefully because the last thing he wanted to do was piss off the boss and likely get himself killed. But this was his job wasn't it? Making sure you were happy and safe? "Would you like to leave here for a bit? We'll come back of course, but you look like you need some air."

Extra.

He ended up taking you to a drive thru restaurant and got you whatever you wanted, letting you talk about whatever you wanted or sat quietly if you chose not to talk at all If it was quiet in the suv then that was fine too, he just wanted to help you in any way he could. Eventually the silence becomes small talk and then leads to a rather deep conversation about whatever the hell was going on inside that beautiful brain of yours. Kirishima wasn't the smartest man but he wasn't stupid, he wasn't as clueless as most thought he was. You told him how your father made you do this as an attempt to get you out there, to socialize and possibly find a suitor. This was the mafia after all.

The Confession:

⠀⠀It was a tradition now, every Sunday you and Eijirou would go to your favorite café to have coffee and enjoy the early day weather before it got too hot. You sit at the same table, in the same chairs with him facing the door. You get the same drinks and food and just overall enjoy each others company. After that night at the gallery you two became fast friends, which your father obviously had to approve of but thankfully he did. Kirishima was a good man, he's trustworthy and puts you before himself.

⠀⠀The day he approached your father and asked to speak in private was the day he knew he was likely to get thrown in the deepest, darkest depths of the ocean. He has confessed his feelings for you to your old man, who listened intently with a blank face behind his desk. "Sir, I'm in love with your daughter, and with your blessing I'd like to... court her." He was utterly terrified when your father cleared his throat and sighed, shifting where he sat so he could stand and move around the desk. He reached out for a handshake which Kirishima looked up at him with a questioning look.

⠀⠀Your father gave his blessing and now... He just had to tell you, his best friend, that he loved you. God he loved you so much— "Kiri," you interrupted his thoughts, bringing him crashing back to reality," a-are you alright? You seem nervous." He swallowed hard in response but cleared his throat, taking a sip of his cappuccino.

⠀⠀"Oh yeah— definitely." He breathed with a laugh, moving a hand to the back of his neck to scratch. How was he going to say it? "So, uh—" he licked his lips, adjusting himself in his seat multiple times until he groaned and leaned forward. "Fuck, I'm just gonna say it— Maybell, I love you. I have for a long time now and I talked to your father and he said—"

⠀⠀"Said what, Eijirou?" Your eyes widened at his confession and he felt like a complete idiot. Should he had said something to you first? Was this a mistake? What if you didn't feel the same way? God his mind was going to explode—

⠀⠀"That I could... court you. With your permission." You were quick to nod and smile to his surprise, which prompted a grin if his own.

Extra.

Kirishima HAS to be facing the door in any public place you go to. I don't make the rules.

He never let's you walk close to the road, he has to be between you and it at all times when you're walking.

He oders your food and drinks for you when you can't but is there for moral support when you do. He wants you comfortable and happy. He wouldn't ever dare get in your way though, you're a lot stronger and braver than most may think you are.

The Relationship:

⠀⠀On days like this, Kirishima can't help but admire you. He catches himself staring wuite often but he just can't help it. What did he do to deserve such a beautiful partner? He looks at you and all he can think about is how much he loves you and wants to see you smile. He watched you from the kitchen island, leaning against it as you waltz around the kitchen in your pinky fuzzy slippers and one of his shirts that's much, much too big on you. He remembers your surprise when you found his clothing was actually too big on you and how happy you were.

⠀⠀"Maybell?" He hums, adjusting his stance and crossing his arms on the counter. He listened for you to him back in response, a smile on his lips. "You look so cute in my clothes.

⠀⠀You giggled, shaking your head and continued putting the dishes away until Eijirou appeared behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and his forehead coming down on your shoulder. "Need somethin' baby?" You turned your head just slightly, a brow cocked inquisitively. He squeezed you in response, swiftly lifting you and making you squeal. Thankfully you didn't have anything in your hands at the moment. He peppered kisses all over the side of your face, setting you down only to lift you again bridal style.

⠀⠀"I've got all I need right here in my arms." He chuckled and you playfully smacked his chest, letting him carry you to your shared bedroom.

Extra.

TICKLE FIGHTS.

He thinks your sneezes are the cutest thing in the world.

He loves your god awful puns, they crack him up every time.

Adores the fact you're a nurturer, especially with your friends. He thinks you'd make a great mother but if that's something you don't want he respects that.

You take care of everyone, but who takes care of you? Eijirou is always there to be your shoulder to lean and cry on, he's your sound board and is always happy to let you talk about your feelings with him. You're allowed to not be happy and bubbly all the time, he realizes how staying positive all the time can actually do more damage than goof, especially if you bottle everything up.

If on a particular day you're struggling with your speech he's happy to be your voice as well. He understands you better than anyone, even your own father.

Speaking of your father, he can't wait to make Eijirou his son-in-law! He's a good man with a good heart and treats you right, what's not to like?

He has trouble saying no to you and spoils you quite a bit.

The Fights:

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Extra.

There's nothing, what you say goes and all he can say is "yes dear". He knows better than to argue with you, however when he's right and he knows he is, he finds a way to prove it without making you mad.

The Sex:

⠀⠀"Fuck baby—" he hissed, hands finding your hips and guiding you as you rub yourself on his cock. Your hands are on his thighs and your head is tossed back, giving him the perfect view of your tits. God he loves them, he loves the plush skin of your stomach and your thighs, your ass too, he loved seeing all of you. He was so happy that you allow him this privilege of seeing you, granted you've been dating a while now but still. Your sounds are music to his ears and all he wants is to make more, make you feel so good you're calling his name and making a mess.

He wanted— no, needed, to feel you, to feel inside your warm and wet cunt, to feel it squeeze him and milk him dry. He was quick to flip the two of you over, careful to not hurt you as he did. You gasped and giggled, reaching up to hold his face as he smiled, leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. He loved your taste, he could go on and on about all the things he loved about you all day if he could. "You want it baby?" You nodded excitedly, lip caught between your teeth. He smirked and reached between the two of you, thick fingers tracing a line between your lips and slipping inside your soaked pussy.

"D-Daddy—" you whine, a slight pout on your lips as your face morphs into one of pleasure. He chuckled, pumping his fingers in and out a few times before removing them and grabbing his cock. He coated it more in your slick, guiding it between tge lips of your cunt before slowly pushing inside, groaning at how tight you are. You squeal of course, gasping for breath because Kirishima is an impressive size, you still struggled to take him sometimes but like a good girl you always managed.

"That's my good girl." He cooed, moving so his forearms were on either side of your head. He gave a couple test thrusts, waiting for you to adjust u til you nodded for him to continue.

Extra.

Terrified of activating his quirk while he's fucking you, but he keeps himself under control.

He loves his hair pulled and he loves to be bitten, he especially likes it when you scratch his back when he hits that good spot.

Eats you out for his pleasure mostly, but for yours as well. He loves when you grind on his face and moan his name when you do it. Speaking of, please sit on his face, he loves that shit. He knows how to be careful of his teeth!

If you have pets they CANNOT be in the same roon when you're doing the do, it's just weird.

He'd happily bend you over in the kitchen and do you right there. Hell, he'll fuck you anywhere you deem suitable.

He likes to do a mixture if praise and degradation with you, and edging and overstimulation is a big go-to. He just loves seeing you squirm under him, hr loves hearing you beg and say you need him.

[skinsharpenedteeth]

Prompt Fill - “Guess I’m stuck here until the storm breaks”

Sweet, sweet Nonny... I’m not sure this is what you were looking for when you sent this prompt to me what seems like 8 thousand years ago... but this is what you got. I hope you enjoy it. 

Enjoy it on AO3 here! Words: 9.6k Rating: Explicit (smut and fluff)

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               A glance out of the cabin window showed the last hour of daylight retreating under the heavy, slate colored sky. Alex’s weather app told him it would be a full moon tonight, but he doubted he’d get to see it since the app also warned there might be a winter storm. The sky felt heavy over the cabin, like a weighted blanket ready to descend over him, and he couldn’t quite get the chill out of the house. He’d brought wood up to the porch to keep the fireplace going all night in case he lost power and he was already wearing his thermal gear under his jeans and long sleeve shirt. He’d just have to wait and see how bad it would hit. He was sipping a cup of coffee when the first pattering of rain and crack of thunder outside started up. A pair of headlights caught in the falling water and Alex squinted through the dark blue dusk to see if he could tell whose car was coming up his drive. As the car drew closer, he could hear the engine over the rain hitting the cabin’s metal roof and felt his stomach tighten in anticipation.

               Alex made for the cabin’s front door and opened it as soon as the lights from Michael’s truck switched off and the engine died. A quick flash of lightning and the gentle taps of rain became intermixed with the pings from small pieces of ice. Alex watched Michael hop out of his car and hold onto his hat as he jogged the distance between the truck and the porch, the sleet coming down seemingly harder with every thump of his boots against the hardpacked dirt. When he jumped under the porch overhand, Alex took in the glittering, melting ice stuck to the fabric of his coat and hat and the way his breath whooshed out from his mouth in puffs of steam. It was so desperately charming, he almost smiled when Michael looked at him somewhat sheepishly from under the dripping brim of his cowboy hat.

               They hadn’t seen each other one-on-one in weeks. There was always Kyle or Max or someone else standing nearby to interrupt their covert stares and smooth over their stilted conversation. It was awkward now that they were both single and unsure how to proceed with building a more solid foundation between them. Much like the sky earlier that evening, there was a pregnant quality to their interactions that neither of them knew how to handle the weight of. But they kept trying. They kept trying to use the pieces of them that worked together to their best advantage while slowly fixing the ones that were broken. It was why they hadn’t allowed themselves to be alone in a while, why they had tried to always have a third party with them. Now there was no third party and not likely to be one available. Michael stood on his front porch and it made Alex feel slightly exposed to have him there with nothing to divert his attention.

 Alex took in Michael’s appearance as objectively as he could. Besides his thick wool patterned coat and signature black cowboy hat, he was wearing a white thermal smudged with black grease and red brown dirt under a red plaid flannel shirt. His jeans were one of his rougher pair with holes and tears everywhere making Alex exceedingly glad he could see matching white thermal leggings underneath. The skin of his hands looked dry and dirty as they rubbed against each other trying to generate warmth while Michael waited for Alex to finish his inventory. It didn’t seem to matter to Alex what Michael wore or didn’t wear, he always found himself one impulse decision away from pushing him against something sturdy so he could get his mouth on him. When Alex met his eyes again, he caught the knowing grin Michael barely hid behind his half-frozen fingers.

               “Sure you want to be here, Guerin? The weather’s getting bad,” Alex asked in a clipped voice, a little embarrassed that Michael had been letting him check him out without interruption and that he seemed to know what Alex had been thinking. Michael’s grin grew wider as if Alex’s brusque manner amused him and Alex tried to squash the part of him that answered Michael’s reaction with a different type of heat.

               “Well, you invited me so I came. Oh and you left this the other day. I didn’t know if you needed it,” Michael answered casually, pulling out a flash drive from the inside pocket of his coat. Wind was rocking the sage brush and trees around the cabin as Alex buried his hands between his upper arms and ribs for warmth while he stared nonplussed at the drive in Michael’s outstretched hand. He looked back up into Michael’s eyes hoping he looked unimpressed but feeling like he probably looked mad. Mad seemed to be his default expression and the cold was making him hunch his shoulders in a vain effort to block the wind from sneaking under his collar. He’d be shivering soon if he didn’t get back inside and he wouldn’t be going in there alone.

               “You didn’t have to bring that back to me. I can’t do much out here with it. I barely have cell reception,” Alex complained, meeting Michael’s eyes again while leaving the drive hanging between them in Michael’s outstretched hand. Michael shrugged, seemingly unconcerned, and pushed the drive into one of Alex’s front pockets when he made no move to take it from him. Alex drew in a quick breath at the unexpected touch and felt himself blush a little when Michael stepped forward, keeping his fingers hooked into Alex’s front pocket.

               “I figured since it was on my way home,  I'd at least drop.this off,” Michael explained, voice low as he waited for Alex’s response. Alex was nodding automatically, but then he registered what Michael had actually said and looked up at him in confusion.

               “What?” Alex asked. “How in the hell is this place on your way home? I’m a good fifty minutes from Roswell.”

               “I was working out at one of the ranches on a broken tractor. They’re seventy minutes from Roswell,” Michael responded, emphasizing how close he’d been all day to Alex without him knowing. Alex huffed out a sound of exasperation and then a squeak of surprise as Michael took a step towards him. Alex automatically took a step back, and then another, as Michael backed him against the door jamb. The frozen rain was near torrential behind them and Alex could see the ice starting to build up on Michael’s truck. The ground was already grey and white with accumulation. Michael turned his head and followed his line of sight, taking in the conditions past the end of the porch.

               “Looks like I’m stuck here until the storm breaks after all.”

               Alex gave him a sharp look and was only met with a mischievous grin for his effort. Michael reached around him and opened the door, brushing past him into the warmth and brightness of the cabin. Alex stayed on the porch for a moment longer to collect himself, not sure any of this was a good idea, but sure he couldn’t just kick Michael out to try and drive in the ice. He took in a long, cold breath that seemed to put some steel in his spine and began to turn to go back into the cabin.

               “Hey, grab a log or two. Your fire’s getting low!” He heard Michael call from further in the cabin before he could so much as shift to take a step inside. Huffing out a laugh at Michael’s audacity, Alex walked over to his pile of wood and grabbed an armload before going back into the cabin’s interior. The door made a small slam behind him as he kicked it shut with his foot before going to the hearth to deposit the firewood pieces. Michael was sitting cross legged in front of the flames, hands held out to catch their warmth, looking far too at home in Alex’s space for comfort. His boots, hat, and coat were already put up next to the door over the drip tray and Alex felt his chest tighten pleasurably at how they looked next to his own drier pieces. When Alex turned back to look at Michael again, he felt his heart give a hard thump at the sight of him. He looked softer in the firelight, hair floating from the bursts of hot air that were pushed from the fireplace by the wind coming down the chimney and a warm, orange glow was catching the honey and gold tones in his skin.

               “Any other orders, master?” Alex asked in a teasing voice as he loaded a few sticks of new wood into the fireplace. Michael gave him a positively filthy grin and Alex ducked his face back towards the fire, the butterflies in his stomach fluttering as he waited for whatever suggestive, wonderful thing Michael was going to say or do next. This was a thing they did now; they teased and teased until one of them broke. It was hot, but they’d made great strides to try and talk over the phone or text before seeing each other so they knew the rules.

               “Got any food in this place?” Michael asked instead, throwing Alex off balance when he didn’t immediately respond with innuendo. Alex stood up slowly, using the movement to help him gather his thoughts as he brushed his hands off. Michael stayed on the floor, watching Alex expectantly, relaxed in that too-casual way he adopted when he was nervous about something. Alex couldn’t fathom what it would be that Michael would feel anxious about, so he answered the question instead of the body language.

               “Nothing made. There’s coffee though,” Alex offered, pointing over to where his coffee pot sat on the counter still half full. “Mugs are in the cabinet above. I’m going to check the weather to see how long this is supposed to last.”

               He retreated to the back corner of the cabin where he had the best bet of picking up a satellite under Michael’s inscrutable gaze. Staying out in the cabin had the same drawbacks as it did benefits. There was a landline still connected for emergencies, but that wouldn’t help when trying to connect to the web. He tapped the weather app on his phone and waited as it tried to download the newest alerts and weather conditions. Alex was aware of Michael getting up off the floor and moving around the cabin towards the kitchen area. The cabin wasn’t big, only three rooms and a bathroom. ‘And the bunker,’ Alex reminded himself, trying not to think of the pink bed and wardrobe beneath their feet. He could offer it to Michael if he had to stay over but… it felt weird to do anything with it except try to ignore that it existed. He still hadn’t come to terms with the idea that Rosa was Jim Valenti’s daughter and Kyle’s half-sister. A flash of color on his phone brought his attention back to the present and Alex looked down to see the radar covered in white, blue and green cloud formations over New Mexico. He scrolled down to read the weather bulletin and cursed inwardly.

               “See something you don’t like?” Michael asked in a concerned voice as his heavy footfalls echoed around the suddenly too tiny living space. Alex swallowed at the picture Michael painted as he moved around the room barefoot and casual with Alex’s second favorite mug in his hand. Alex wanted to push him down onto the couch and cover him with his body, burrow his face into that spot behind Michael’s ear that smelled so strongly of ozone and summer rain it almost covered every other scent that clung to his skin from a life spent elbow deep in engine grease and bourbon bottles. He could almost feel the way Michael’s moan would feel through his skin, vibrating against Alex’s mouth as he-- Alex shook himself out of the daydream before it took the erotic turn he knew it was headed towards and smiled a little too brightly at Michael who merely raised an eyebrow at him in return.

               “Uh, looks like it’s supposed to last the rest of the night and into part of the morning. Should clear out around three,” Alex stammered, looking down at this phone again as he remembered to answer Michael’s question. Michael hummed in response, still watching Alex intently as he sipped his coffee. “So I guess you are staying the night.”

               Michael looked around the cabin speculatively, his eyes running over the worn couch and sitting chair, the half-full bookshelves, the small kitchen table and chairs, and turned back to Alex with a strange smile on his face.

               “I mean, I figured I’d take the couch, but where do you sleep?” Michael asked with a raised eyebrow and grin.

               “OH! Uhm, so, off the kitchen? There used to be a breezeway out there that I closed in to put in a bathroom and it has a door that leads through to my bedroom. I… I hadn’t really thought about the sleeping arrangements,” Alex lied, though he didn’t think he was fooling Michael one bit. The lights flickered as Michael nodded at him through another sip of coffee.

               “Shit, tell me you have a generator?” Michael asked, eyes glued to the ceiling like he could see through the metal roof to the sky beyond. Alex could hear the wind whistling around the edges of the house and the constant, dull roar of ice and rain hitting the windows and metal sheeting. He sucked on his teeth for a moment before giving Michael a sheepish grin.

               “I don’t. That was going to be my next big purchase for the place,” Alex admitted with an apologetic shrug as the lights flickered again after a roll of thunder. Michael widened his eyes and met Alex’s for a moment before abruptly turning and going to the fridge.

               “What are you doing?” Alex called after him, pushing his phone into his back pocket and following Michael into the kitchen. Michael was bent over with his head hidden behind the door and giving Alex a very nice view of his ass.

               “We need to go ahead and make something to eat in case we lose power. Are omelets okay with you? That’s about all you have stocked for in here,” Michael called over his shoulder. Alex had settled with his shoulder against the wall as he watched Michael paw through his meager cold foods.

               “I’ve got canned soup and bread? We could make soup and sandwiches?” Alex suggested. Michael paused and stood halfway up with his hands full. He squinted over at Alex in distrust.

               “What kind of soup?” he asked, seeming to hold a lot of stock in the answer. Alex walked over to the pantry and opened its doors to see what he’d bought last.

               “Uhm, vegetarian vegetable, chicken noodle, tomato bisque, lentil.... and I think there’s a ten-year-old can of chef boy-ar-dee back here somewhere?” Alex listed off as his eyes scanned over the various cans he had. Michael was making him realize he probably should’ve gone grocery shopping before heading up here for his self-imposed long weekend of disconnecting from the real world. He felt a line of heat behind him and then Michael’s chin dropped onto his shoulder as he looked into the pantry as well.

               “Okay. I can work with this,” Michael said in a distracted tone. Alex shifted so he could look into Michael’s face and felt oddly sad at how serious and calculating he seemed about the food supply.

               “We’ll be fine, Guerin. This will only last for a day or two tops and I’m sure we can find ways to distract ourselves if the hunger becomes too great,” Alex teased, trying to lighten the mood. Michael gave him a shocked, pleased expression that Alex took a minute to comprehend and then promptly blushed over.

               “Yeah, I’m sure we can,” he mumbled at Alex before turning back to the kitchen. He’d laid out bacon, eggs, salsa, and cheese on the countertop before following Alex to the pantry. He started pawing through the lower cabinets next to the ancient gas stove and Alex swallowed roughly when his shirt rode up past the waistband of his jeans and showed a strip of smooth, tan skin. Clearing his throat, Alex tugged at his collar subconsciously before turning around quickly to grab a random can of soup from the pantry and shut the doors. There was the sound of metal on metal as Michael pulled out a skillet and a pot for the soup.

               “How’s fried egg sandwiches and soup sound?” he asked over his shoulder at Alex as he turned on the burners.

               “Yeah, sounds great,” Alex answered, walking over and setting the can of soup down next to the stove. He watched Michael pick up the can and read the label, snorting to himself in amusement before he pulled the tab on the can of soup and poured it into the pot.

               “Here,” Michael said, turning and catching Alex’s eye as he held out a spoon, “you get to watch the soup while I make the sandwiches.”

               Alex plucked the spoon from Michael’s hand with a nod before hopping up onto the counter by his side of the stove. He watched Michael separate bacon slices and put them in the hot pan to start cooking and immediately hummed in pleasure at the smell.

               “How do you like your bacon? Crispy or kinda floppy,” Michael asked as he nudged the pieces around so they wouldn’t stick to the bottom of the pan.

               “Crispy,” Alex replied. Michael shot him a smile before stepping over and taking back the spoon from where Alex had set it next to his thigh. “HEY!”

               “You’re not doing your job, private,” Michael scolded him with a smile before stirring the soup in the pot. He set the spoon down in a spoon rest and then turned back to his bacon, flipping each piece.

               “I can’t help it! I don’t think I’ve ever watched you cook before and here you are making bacon and drinking coffee and… ugh. I think I’m developing a domesticity kink,” Alex joked, leaning back on his hands and enjoying the smug sense of pride at seeing Michael’s cheeks pink up at the compliment. Michael grabbed his mug of coffee and took a quick sip, glancing over at Alex quickly to see if he was watching before looking back down at the bacon. When he was finished, he held out the coffee cup towards Alex who looked at it with a raised eyebrow.

               “Since I’m the cook, you can be the helper. Make me some more coffee?” Michael asked. Alex slid down off the counter and took Michael’s cup from him before turning to the pot of coffee and pouring the last dregs into Michael’s cup. He fussed with the cup, making it the way he knew Michael liked it, before holding out the finished product to him.  Michael took the cup absentmindedly as he plucked the cooked bacon out of the pan and set them on a bunch of paper towels to drain. He cracked two eggs into the pan, salting and peppering them each, before he took the time to sip from his fresh cup. Alex had already turned away, clearing out the used coffee grounds from the coffee maker and preparing a new batch when he felt a hand wrap around his waist and pull him against Michael’s body a split second before he could feel the scrape of stubble against his chin and coffee on his tongue. He relaxed into the kiss, his hands sliding up Michael’s chest to bury themselves in his curls, keeping him locked in the moment until the taste of coffee diluted to where they tasted the same. He let go of Michael’s curls reluctantly and opened his eyes slowly.

               “Sure you don’t want to just get married and live happily ever after?” Michael asked, tone dreamy and slow after their kiss.

               “That’s all I’ve ever wanted,” Alex breathed in reply, before softly pushing Michael back from him, “But I might change my mind if you burn the eggs.”

               Michael looked over at the eggs before quickly grabbing the spatula and flipping them. He laughed lightly before turning back to face Alex.

               “Good catch,” he congratulated Alex. Alex had also turned and started working on refilling the coffee reservoir, a small, pleased smile stuck on his face. He could’ve responded with something witty like ‘That’s what they call me!’ but it felt cheap after their little flirtation, so he kept working in silence. Michael turned back to the food and before the coffee pot was done refilling, they were moving towards the living room sofa with their plates and bowls.

               Michael sat back down on the floor in front of the fire, his food in front of him. Alex started to pass him to sit on the couch when he felt a tug at his jeans. Alex stopped and looked down into Michael’s upturned face.

               “Bring me my coffee?” he asked, sticking out his lower lip and making his eyes look comically sad. Alex snorted out a laugh at him and nodded, moving to set down his things before returning to the kitchen. He grabbed both their coffee cups, topping them off with the fresh coffee, before returning. He handed Michael his before sitting on the couch. Part of him wanted to join Michael on the floor, but the idea of having to navigate getting settled with his prosthetic and the food made him decide he’d take the couch for now.  They ate in silence, listening to continued pinging of rain or ice on the roof and the crackle of the fire.

               “Sounds like it’s slowing down a little? It’s been a while since I’ve heard thunder,” Michael commented after swallowing a bite of soup. Alex listened again for a moment before nodding. He could still hear the faint whistling of wind around the sides of the cabin, but it wasn’t the same howl it had been earlier.

               “A little, yeah,” Alex agreed. Michael was almost finished with his food and Alex looked down at his mostly full plate.

“Hungry?” he teased.

“So hungry. I barely got lunch. I was trying to get through with the tractor way before the storm and it was like one thing after another. It wasn’t the easiest fix in the world. One of those little pieces that breaks and looks like something else so you have to work through twenty other problems before you get to the one that caused them all. Ugh, it took so long to get through it all,” Michael groaned as he pushed his food to the side and stretched his long legs out in front of him. Alex watched him stretch his arms over his head, fingers intertwined and pushing towards the sky. That urge to tackle him and cover his body with Alex’s was back, but he needed to eat. When Michael relaxed, body reclining back onto his elbows and eyes half-lidded while he watched the fire, Alex felt his fingers twitch to comb through Michael’s hair until he fell asleep on the floor.

“Do you mind if I take a shower?” Michael asked, eyes looking more awake as he turned to consider Alex who was still slowly eating his sandwich and daydreaming about making Guerin and himself feel good.

“Yeah, I mean—no! I don’t mind, you can take a shower. Want to borrow some clothes so you don’t have to put your dirty ones back on?” Alex asked, already pushing his plates onto the seat next to his on the couch. Michael scowled at him.

“Trying to say I’m dirty?” he asked, head tilting down to look at Alex through his eyelashes as he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Only your mind, Guerin,” Alex sighed, pushing up out of the seat to stand. “Come on, I’ll get you set up.”

Michael followed him to the bathroom and then through to the old bunk room he’d turned into a master bedroom. The room had its own fireplace as part of the original design. He’d indulged himself with the décor a little. He’d gotten a Queen-sized bed and put it against the wall so that he could lay in bed, spread out, and look over at the fire. The bed frame had a tall headboard wrapped in dark, espresso brown leather. Alex had let Isobel talk him into buying slate grey, velvet shams and grey cotton sheets so soft he felt like he was slipping between clouds when he got under them. The blanket was a deep winter Ikea duvet with a dark moss green linen duvet cover. A modern style side table sat next to the bed with a gold and cream globe lamp. The room wasn’t huge, but it had enough room for a standing wardrobe finished in a dark mahogany and a dark honey gold sitting chair between the bed and the wall opposite the fireplace. He hadn’t put anything on the walls yet, but Isobel assured him she’d find something for him. He was half worried, half anticipating what she’d find for him. Michael stood in the doorway looking around at Alex’s bedroom while Alex opened the drawers inside the wardrobe and pulled out a navy set of thermals for Michael to replace his white ones with. He also grabbed out a pair of thick socks. He bundled the items together and handed them over to Michael who had finished his survey of the room and was watching him casually.

“Towels are in the closet by the shower,” Alex informed him as Michael took the clothes from Alex’s outstretched hands. His fingers brushed over Alex’s as he did and Alex felt electricity sing through his nerves at the feel of it. Michael tucked the clothes under his arm and made no move to leave, just watched Alex watch him back.

“Sure you don’t wanna come and join me? Save some hot water for tomorrow morning?” Michael suggested cheekily as he gave Alex meaningful up and down.

“Tankless water heater,” Alex countered smoothly, crossing his arms and moving to lean against the door jamb across from Michael. Michael stepped into his space, fingers edging under his shirt to touch Alex’s bare stomach. Alex sucked in a breath at the coolness of his fingertips but didn’t tense or move away. Michael must’ve taken it as encouragement, because he bent his head closer until his lips were inches from Alex’s.

“Maybe I just wanted to see you naked and wet for me?” Michael whispered, hands moving further under Alex’s shirt until he could cup his hands around Alex’s waist, thumbs rubbing softly over the tops of his hip bones. Alex felt the yearning between them pulling him in, making him feel like he was swaying closer with every inhalation to what they’d been dancing around since Michael had stepped onto Alex’s porch. It was intoxicating to be so close to Michael and know down to the marrow of his bones that Michael wanted him, to know what he wanted from him.

“Why don’t you show me exactly what you want from me?” Alex replied, dropping his hands to his side and enjoying the feeling of Michael’s hands skimming up his ribs and continuing until Alex’s shirt was the first piece in what would be a soft pile of clothing on the floor. Michael tossed the bundle of clothes Alex had given him towards the armchair before he shed his own shirt and added it on top of Alex’s on the floor. Alex watched him as he reached out and began roughly undoing Alex’s jeans and pushing them down to pool at his knees. Alex was halfway hard and getting closer to fully hard every second. Michael stared him straight in the eye, but his hands… his hands never seemed to stop moving. He let the back of his knuckles from one hand graze over Alex’s length while the other moved to grip Alex’s neck, thumb caressing the tendon behind his ear. Alex felt a shiver go through his body, liquid heat pooling in his belly at the way Michael watched his face and licked his lips at the small, involuntary gasp Alex let out when he felt Michael cup his balls in his hand, pulling gently, the tug going straight to Alex's molten core.

“Get down on your knees and finish getting me naked,” Michael finally said, removing his hands from Alex’s body and stepping back to give him room to move. With his pants still trapping the lower part of his legs, Alex had to be careful getting down, but he managed it. He looked up the line of Michael’s body, enjoying the view of him standing over him and watching expectantly for Alex to follow his directions. Slowly Alex moved his hands to the waistband of Michael’s jeans, fingers skimming over the top edge before he started working at the button and fly. He could see how turned on Michael was through the dark denim and he suddenly wanted nothing more but to put his mouth on him. 

His fingers curled under the waistband of the pair of thermals Michael was wearing under his jeans and began to peel down the denim and cotton layers. He was only faintly surprised that Michael wasn’t wearing underwear under his thermals, but Michael so rarely wore underwear that he didn’t know why he let it surprise him any more. He bent forward and kissed the base of Michael’s cock, breathing in deeply the musky smell of his sweat and sex. He was mostly hard, cock head beginning to bead with precum where it pushed past his foreskin. Alex’s mouth flooded with saliva at the sight and he ached with the need to get Michael in his mouth so he could feel him pressing against the back of his throat. But Michael hadn’t told him to do that. He’d told him to get him naked so Alex sat back on his heels and worked the jeans and thermals off Michael’s legs, depositing them in the pile of clothes by his hip, and then took off his socks, giving them the same treatment. When Michael was gloriously, gloriously nude in front of Alex he smoothed his hands up his thighs to grasp at his hips, looking up to stare into Michael’s face while he bent forward slowly run a flat tongue from root to tip over his cock in question. 

“I’ll let you have it in a few minutes. Finish getting undressed so we can get into that fancy shower you had built,” Michael replied with a grin, holding Alex’s chin and pressing his thumb past his lips to let him suck and swirl his tongue around it in lieu of what he actually wanted. Alex hummed in approval and moved to get himself untangled from his jeans and prosthetic. Michael held out his hands for Alex to grip to help him stand once he was disrobed. When they were once again eye to eye, Michael grabbed Alex and pressed their bodies together, his mouth capturing and plundering Alex’s, making him moan and melt into the other man’s warm embrace. He felt Michael’s hands slide down the slope of his spine, parting and grabbing onto handfuls of his ass. The kneading pressure of Michael’s hands was heaven as he massaged the muscles, occasionally pulling and exposing Alex’s most intimate spot to the cool air of the bathroom and sending goose flesh over him. Michael tore himself away from Alex’s mouth and in a quick as lightning move hefted Alex up into his arms. Alex felt his legs part and squeeze around Michael’s waist as he fought down his knee jerk reaction to try and take control of the situation. Michael’s solid grip held him steady as he looked up into Alex's shocked face, grinning cheekily. Alex laughed at him and bent down to kiss him, arms draping over his shoulders as Michael turned to start them towards the shower. 

When he’d had the bathroom built, he’d given himself all the luxury he could afford in a place where he wouldn’t be living full time. He’d put the toilet and vanity along one wall, a wide walkway, and then the shower and linen closet along the other wall. It was all close enough he could get around without his crutches if he needed to with stylized hand rails everywhere. 

The shower, his pride and joy, was a beautiful dark stone with black iridescent glass tile insets and a long bench that stretched end to end. It had fog resistant glass on the outside so he could see into the rest of the bathroom which satisfied the paranoid, hypervigilant part of him that he so often warred with when he was alone. He’d had an overhead rain shower put in along with his regular shower and hand held nozzle combo. Alex figured if he was going to use this place as a space where he could get away and disconnect, he wanted it to feel like someplace he didn’t want to escape from.    

Michael set him down slowly once they were in the shower stall, slow enough that he could continue until he was sitting on the shower bench. He watched Michael turn and start fiddling with the dials until the overhead rain shower started, warm water immediately falling around them.The soft, warm water felt good against Alex’s skin and he sighed in contentment as he waited for Michael’s next move.  Michael grabbed the shower gel and took the two steps back to where Alex was waiting. 

“Hold out your hands,” he instructed. When Alex complied, Michael squirted some of the gel into his palms and then some into his own, before placing the bottle back into one of the shower insets. He sat on the bench next to Alex and leaned back, motioning for Alex to climb onto his lap. Awkwardly, Alex did, knowing Michael wouldn’t let him slip or fall by the gentle pressure of his TK against his side. When Alex was straddling him, Michael immediately began moving his soap covered hands over Alex's skin. 

“Come on, baby, clean me up,” Michael encouraged him as he grabbed Alex’s hips and pulled him forward to grind their bodies against one another. Alex let his hands fall onto Michael’s skin, moving them in slow circles over his shoulders and back before sliding down towards where his flushed, eager cock jutted between them. Alex wrapped both his soapy hands around both their cocks, pressing them together and creating a tight, slick grip for them to fuck into. Michael started rolling his hips, hands directing Alex’s in a similar rhythm as he swore under his breath. When Alex took up the movement on his own, Michael’s hands pushed inwards until Alex felt his cheeks spread wide over Michael’s lap and then the pressure of his fingers rubbing over the outside of his exposed hole. 

“Fuck, Michael,” Alex swore, body rocking forward so he could rest his forehead against Michael’s shoulder as his fingers teased at his tight rim. Alex kept rocking his hips, eyes drawn to the way his and Michael’s cocks looked slipping through his fingers. 

“As soon as we’re all squeaky clean,” Michael teased, pushing the tip of one finger into Alex and causing him to swear and writhe. He wanted more. Alex began moving his lips, planting soft kisses on Michael’s shoulder as he rode the mounting tension between their bodies. Alex let one of his hands come up to clutch at the back of Michael’s neck, pulling their mouths together in a feverish kiss. Michael rewarded him with a quick tweak of his nipple, a sharp pain that made his gasp against Michael’s lips. 

“I think we’re clean enough for now,” Michael commented a little raggedly. He reached to the side of them against the shower wall and with a quick flick of his wrist turned on the hand held shower wand and brought it over to rinse hot water over their bodies, clearing away any lingering suds.

 “Hold onto me again,” Michael said after he hung the wand back up and turned off the water in the shower. Alex slid his body forward, wrapping his arms around Michael’s neck and his thighs around his waist. With a gentle heave, Michael stood up and carefully walked them out of the shower. He set Alex down by the sink and grabbed a towel from the rack, blotting it gently over Alex’s skin before turning him around to face the mirror. Alex watched their reflection as Michael met Alex’s gaze over his shoulder and grinned mischievously before he sunk down behind him. 

“What are you--? Oh!” Alex exclaimed at the gentle pressure against the middle of his back encouraged him to bend forward onto the cool granite of the countertop. He felt Michael’s bent leg slide under his right one, giving him a place to rest his residual limb. Warm, broad hands spread his cheeks open and Alex felt a rush of heat that straddled arousal and embarrassment at knowing what Michael was looking at. 0He wished he could see Michael’s face, know what he was thinking by the set in his eyebrows or the quirk in his mouth. Alex had gotten into his head waiting and had missed the whisper of movement from Michael behind him until the sharp tickle of Michael’s stubbled cheek across the sensitive skin of his crease made him jump and squirm. 

“Shhh,” Michael soothed before licking a broad stripe over him. Alex felt like his breath had been stolen from him at the feeling so he wouldn’t have been able to make a noise anyway. He felt another long, flat swipe and his brain immediately sank back into quiet. This was something Michael was excellent at. Alex personally hadn’t found much that Michael was mediocre with when it came to sex, and certainly nothing he was flatly bad at, but eating ass? Michael was excellent at eating ass and Alex didn’t care how he’d gotten so good because it tended to elevate him to new planes of existence whenever Michael got him still enough to let him take his time to do it. 

The first few licks were always broad and wet. Michael’s tongue didn’t press, only passed over Alex’s hole, the stubble on his chin following after and occasionally scraping gently over Alex’s oversensitized skin. Next, he started pressing, still with a broad flat tongue, pushing at the tightly furled ring of muscle. One of his hands snaked between Alex’s spread legs to grasp and stroke at his cock in a light grip while he pushed forward with his tongue. 

“Fuck, Michael, fuck….” Alex moaned, pressing his hips back against the pressure, head dropping to rest against his arms. He covered his head with his hands, fingers tangling in his hair and tugging as he felt Michael’s hand spreading sticky precum around the head of his cock while he pulled his mouth back to suck and nip at the skin around Alex’s hole. Alex reached over to a stack of small shelves on the countertop and opened the bottom drawer, blindly feeling inside until his fingers found the small bottle of lube he kept there. He grabbed it and reached behind himself, tapping Michael’s shoulder, internally loathing that he was distracting him while he interspersed sucking kisses and presses of his tongue behind him. Michael grabbed the lube from him and Alex felt him pull back away from him. 

“Mm, thanks babe,” Michael murmured and Alex heard the telltale click of the cap. A moment later, Michael’s hand was back on his cock, slicked and smooth as he spread the liquid over Alex’s length. Michael returned his mouth to Alex’s ass without another word, but his grip tightened around Alex’s shaft, making it hard for him not to fuck forward through Michael’s grip even as Michael started pushing more insistently with his tongue. Now pointed, it riggled past Alex’s rim and back out, sliding through the tight muscles and forcing him to relax. By the time it became easy for Michael to fuck his tongue in and out of Alex’s loosened hole without meeting resistance, Alex was becoming a shaking, needy mess on the countertop. The hand on his cock and the tongue in his ass was so much, plenty to make him cum wet and sticky onto the floor, but Michael hadn’t told him he could. He wanted Michael to give him permission to cum and so he shook and moaned and writhed back against his face and tried not to meet the crest of no-turning-back. 

“Fuck, Alex, look at you,” Michael said finally, backing away after having to squeeze quickly against Alex’s frenulum to keep him from blowing his load. Alex was sweating and panting, ass pink from Michael’s stubble and intimate attentions. Alex felt Michael push a finger past his rim, steering clear of his prostate while he came down from his almost orgasm, but still stimulating him. He pulled his finger back and came back with two, slicker than spit and giving an easy stretch. A high pitched, whimper pulled out of Alex’s mouth even as he relished the almost pain of his overstimulated body’s response to Michael’s ministrations. “Yeah? I wish you could see how needy you look right now. You’re practically fucking yourself on my fingers while your cock is dripping on the floor.”

Alex flushed with embarrassed arousal at Michael’s observation. He hadn’t been aware he had started moving his hips, but at Michael’s words he noticed that he had been, had been chasing Michael’s fingers and silently begging for more. He stilled and whined causing Michael to chuckle behind him and kiss one of his cheeks sweetly. 

“It’s okay, baby. It’s so fucking hot to see you this needy and ready to be filled. I like watching you fuck yourself back against my hand, like seeing you try to take what you need from me,” Michael continued talking, fingers finally taking a swipe against Alex’s prostate. Alex cried out, biting down on the skin of his forearm at the overwhelming feeling that washed through him. It felt so good but was almost too much and it was the edge of too-much that was his favorite. Michael reached for his cock and began jacking him off, fingers loose as they moved over him, and then his fingers were back with another teasing swipe over his p-spot, and then another. Alex could feel his face flushing, chest heating up as he fought the urge to cry and beg for Michael to just fuck him already, to just make him cum and end the torture, but he didn’t. He needed more. Michael knew that and he’d give him what he needed.  

“So sensitive,” Michael murmured against his skin before nipping softly at the skin near where his fingers were buried in Alex before licking over the spot and smoothing away the sting. “But not yet, love. I want you crying for my cock before I’m going to let you cum.”

He pulled his hands away from Alex’s ass and cock, laying them on either side of his outer thighs and smoothing his palms over the skin as he slowly stood up behind him. When he grasped Alex’s hip with only one hand, Alex chanced a look up into the mirror in front of him. He could see Michael behind him, staring down at his body as he stroked himself. Alex licked his lips at the sight of Michael’s flushed cock, ready to feel it stretching him wide. Michael caught his eye in the mirror and smirked. 

“Stay right there, baby. I’ll be right back,” he instructed before turning and leaving Alex bent over the counter waiting for his return. He didn’t take long and when he came back, Alex could see the black, bulbous plug in his hand. He felt a rush of anticipation. Michael picked up the lube from the counter and let Alex watch him coat the plug with it before positioning it at Alex’s entrance. Alex felt the hair on his body rise at the cool, slick silicone resting against him and then Michael was pushing it slowly into him. His body accepted it easily, ready to be filled by something, but it didn't make him feel quite full. When Michael pressed at the plugs base Alex felt the electric zing of the plug pushing against his prostate, his back arching automatically at the sensation.

“It’s not the biggest one, love. I know it’s not enough, but I want you to still feel a stretch when I push into you,” Michael said somewhat apologetically as he bent over Alex’s body and kissed his shoulder blade. He pulled Alex into a standing position and handed him his crutches. 

“Go kneel on the bed for me, facing the headboard, hands behind your back,” Michael directed him, eyes hot as they traveled down the front of Alex’s body before he took a step back to let Alex pass him. Alex moved as quickly as he could, the plug in his ass jostling at every foot fall and making him want to whimper and take himself in hand as he fucked the plug in and out of himself. It wouldn’t be enough though, he knew that. He could get there, he could make himself cum like that, but it wouldn’t satisfy the intangible need that letting Michael get him to the same place would. 

He set his crutches to the side of the bed and rolled onto the mattress. He pushed himself to the center and then assumed the position Michael had requested. Alex felt the bed dip behind him and then the heat of Michael’s body near his. He felt the whisper of cotton soft rope against the backs of his hands.

“Still want to be tied up?” Michael asked, lips catching on the shell of Alex’s ear as his chest hair tickled the skin of Alex’s shoulders. Alex swallowed and nodded. 

“Blindfolded?” Michael asked next, and Alex felt Michael’s hard on brush his clasped hands and he fought the urge to reach and grab and touch. Instead, he nodded again and tried to wait patiently, eyes already closed. Michael’s hands were gentle as they positioned Alex’s forearms against one another behind his back and then he did a quick single column restraint. The press of the rope against Alex’s arms was comforting, taking away the chance for him to mess up their game by being too impatient. Then came the satin mask over his eyes, throwing the world into total darkness instead of the semi-darkness that just closing his eyes had given him. 

“Baby…” Michael sighed reverently after he finished. Alex could hear the utter adoration in his voice, imagined he could feel the caress of Michael’s gaze as he looked down at Alex's naked body ready and waiting for him to do whatever he liked with. Fingers glided over Alex’s skin and he felt the bed move as Michael knee walked around to kneel in front of him. “How does it feel?”

“Good,” Alex replied, stretching and moving his arms as far as the restraints would allow. Michael rested his hands to either side of Alex’s neck, thumbs settling into the notch behind Alex’s jaw, and then he was licking his way into Alex’s mouth. Alex opened to him easily, letting his tongue draw him in and the hands on his neck make him feel safe and steady. As they continued to kiss, Michael’s hands slid down over Alex’s chest to rub and pinch at his nipples. When Michael pulled back, Alex was breathless with want. 

“Fuck, your mouth, Alex. Already so red and I haven’t even fucked it yet,” Michael said, the praise washing over Alex and making a wave of heat rush through him. Michael started to slowly push him down, and Alex used his core strength to keep himself steady as he let himself be put into whatever position Michael wanted. 

As soon as Alex felt the first sticky touch of Michael’s cock to his lips, he opened his mouth and began to suck him down. He used his lips to push at the foreskin and his tongue swirled and collected all the precum that had gathered on him. It was bitter and tangy and Alex pushed himself further down Michael’s shaft, loving the weight and solidity of him in his mouth. After the first few passes, Michael’s hands were back on him, grabbing the rope binding his arms and using it to keep Alex steady as he began to shallowly pump his hips and fuck Alex’s mouth. Alex relaxed his jaw and let Michael have his way, loving the feeling of him taking control over his body. Michael slowed as he thrust deeper into him and Alex prepared himself to relax and let Michael push past his gag reflex and fill him. He let him work his way in, Alex swallowing reflexively around his girth as he held his breath and let Michael use him. 

“You’re doing so good, baby, fuck. You look so good taking my cock like this. You deserve a reward for doing such a good job,” Michael said after he backed away, pulling out to let Alex pull in a few much deserved breaths. When Alex was ready again, he opened his mouth and waited for Michael to feel his cock back into him. Alex thought the reward was his getting a quick breather, but then he felt Michael’s torso curl around his head and then the plug in his ass was being tugged and pushed lighting up his prostate once more. He moaned around his mouth full of Michael and felt his cock give a heady throb at the pleasure rolling through him. Michael started to time his thrusts into Alex’s mouth with the thrusts of the plug in his ass and Alex felt himself getting lost in how good it felt to be so full both places. He lost himself in the feeling of it and found himself sinking past the breakers in his mind to the deep end where he was calm and full. He could just accept everything coming at him and not think about it, not worry about how far Michael would push him. 

A grunt above him was the only warning he got before Michael pulled himself completely back from Alex’s mouth. He whined at the loss of Michael’s cock in his mouth and felt Michael’s hands under his shoulders helping him sit back up. Michael’s mouth was back on his in a moment, feverish and urgent as he chased the taste of himself from Alex’s tongue. Alex’s lips felt almost numb from the constant motion of Michael’s cock rubbing against them and it felt strange to be kissed when he couldn’t fully feel that part of himself. 

“Fuck, you’re so good, baby. You’re so good,” Michael was mumbling against his lips as he took Alex’s cock in hand. It was almost too much. Alex was so close to cumming and Michael’s hand was hot and perfect and too much and not enough. He felt his breath whistling roughly between his teeth as his body tightened and he fought his approaching release.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m going to take care of you. I know, I know,” Michael said, releasing Alex before he got too close. Alex felt Michael’s hands on his face wiping his thumbs gently across his cheeks and realized he must be crying. He turned his head quickly and captured one of Michael’s thumbs, tongue swirling around to see what his tears tasted like on his skin. 

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Michael breathed adoringly, leaning his forehead against the side of Alex’s face while Alex continued to swirl his tongue around Michael’s thumb. Michael gently extracted the digit from Alex’s mouth and moved around behind Alex. The plug in Alex’s ass was pulled out and then there were Michael’s fingers again, filling him and retreating wetter than before. “I’m going to undo your hands so you can steady yourself, but we’re keeping the blindfold on.”

Alex felt his arms released and stiffly he brought them in front of him. Without a word he pushed his body forward until his head rested on his folded arms, back arched and ass high as he waited for Michael to fill him. 

“God, Alex, you look like a fucking wet dream right now,” Michael praised as he ran a hand over Alex’s bowed back. Alex felt the thick length of Michael’s cock nestle into the crease between his spread cheeks and he moaned, pushed back against the feeling even though he wasn’t positioned to enter him yet. “I know, baby. I got you.”

Michael made good on his promise, pulling back and pushing the blunt tip of his cock against Alex’s shiny, winking hole. He pushed slowly, knowing it was still a stretch for Alex’s muscles to take him. Alex’s body lit up at the feeling of Michael filling him. His mouth opened in a panting, soundless cry of ecstasy while Michael just kept slowly pushing further into him, spearing him open until Alex felt the gentle bump of Michael’s hip against his. Alex was happy for the pause after Michael filled him, happy to have a moment to flex his inner muscles around the immense pressure inside of him that made him feel feral and pinned and utterly perfect. Then Alex started rocking, unable to stay still any longer, needing to feel Michael’s cock making room for itself inside of him over and over again. 

“You’re so greedy when you get my cock in you,” Michael gritted out, but Alex could hear the amusement and pride in his voice as he let Alex fuck himself back onto his cock until his movements were jerky with desperation because Michael hadn’t moved at all and it wasn't enough. He’d let Alex take and take and take, but it wasn’t enough. The angle was wrong and as good as it felt, he needed… he needed… 

“Okay, I’ll stop being mean,” Michael finally said and then he began to move. The first thrust had Alex’s stomach tightening but then Michael pressed his hand on Alex’s lower back and changed the angle of his hips and on the next thrust, Alex swore he saw white. Michael set up an increasing tempo that pushed his cock over Alex’s prostate and finally gave Alex what he wanted. Alex cried out under him, little punched out mewls of pleasure muffled against the duvet, and Michael pushed his shoulders further into the mattress as his thrusts got rougher and more pointed making Alex’s body tighten like a stretched coil. 

“You can cum when you want to, baby,” Michael said, his voice ragged with exertion. He pushed his body on top of Alex’s, hand pulling one of Alex’s legs high towards his side as buried himself deep into Alex’s body, thrusting short and fast against him. The weight of Michael on top of him and the perfect angle of his rolling hips finally tipped Alex over. His body seized around Michael’s, cock swelling and releasing onto the cover, and then relaxing as Michael’s final thrusts stuttered and then stilled as he emptied himself into Alex’s body. Alex felt an arm wrap around his middle and while still joined together, Michael rolled them onto their side, spooning himself as close as possible to Alex’s body. Alex felt the dull throb of his muscles around Michael’s slowly softening cock and the slick, wet feeling of the skin between them. He hummed in pleasure, lifting a leg to push his hand between them, feeling where they were still joined and the thick, sticky mess between them. 

“You like that?” Michael asked, tone curious but without judgement. Alex opened his eyes and realized he could see Michael looking down to where Alex’s fingers were rubbing gently at where the cum and lube leaked out of him. The blindfold must’ve worked itself off at some point because Alex didn’t remember either of them removing it. He met Michael’s eyes and nodded, turning his torso to meet his mouth in a gentle kiss. The move unfortunately dislodged Michael from Alex's body and he hummed in disappointment. Michael’s fingers were there in an instant, pushing into him and keeping him partially full while he came down from his orgasm. 

“You’re so amazing, Alex,” Michael said, pressing kisses to Alex’s lips, cheeks, nose, jaw and anywhere he could easily reach. Alex sighed in contentment, letting Michael litter his skin with praise while he drifted. At some point Michael withdrew his fingers and then his body. Alex watched bemused as he went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel, cleaning them both up before wrapping the clean part of the duvet over Alex’s body. He kissed the sweaty spot behind Alex’s ear as Alex drowsed on the bed. 

“I’m going to start the fire in here and go take care of the one in the living room for the night. I’ll be right back,” he said and Alex hummed his acknowledgement before letting himself be pulled into sleep. 

[phantom-curve]

Second birthday is such a cool thing to call that! 8 or 35 if you are feeling so inclined.

Thank you! When I was a kid my mom always tried to call it my rebirth-day and I was like no❤️ I went with some Willex whump (with a fluffy end) for this one! Set in the gimme a chance AU, featuring pro-skateboarder Willie and anxious Alex. This is also a bit of a companion piece to the #8 prompt I wrote earlier!

#35: kissing their bruises and scars (Trigger Warning: mentions of injury, mild description of panic attack, and mentions of a car accident. Rated T for language) 

Alex generally tried not to think about worst case scenarios when Willie was competing. If he let himself, it was way too easy to imagine all types of situations that ended with Willie broken and bleeding at the base of a halfpipe while Alex stood helplessly on the sidelines. It didn’t help anything for him to obsess over what could happen, especially because at this point, Alex knew skateboarding was as much a part of Willie as drumming was a part of him.

It was just that ever since Willie had gotten his first sponsorship and moved to the pro circuit six months ago, he had started taking bigger risks. More complex tricks and a lot less hesitation to go big when he was representing the brands that were paying his bills. And that meant longer hours practicing and a higher chance of injury on a daily basis. Alex wanted to be a supportive boyfriend, the kind that would show up at the skate park to cheer and not have a panic attack every time that Willie wiped out, but he wasn’t. He was just an anxious guy in love with a dude who seemed determined to break every single bone in his body.

Things only got worse when Willie started traveling for competitions. He was gone almost every weekend, and Luke had finally convinced the manager at the bar he worked at to let Sunset Curve preform regular Saturday shows, and so, more often than not, Willie would be somewhere else in California flinging his body down an insanely tall ramp with nothing but a helmet and some pads to protect him while Alex was trapped in LA losing himself in the familiar pattern of sticks against drums in an attempt to control his raging anxiety. It had about a 68% success rate. That success rate increased dramatically when Willie called Alex the second he knew his set was ending. It plummeted on the nights Alex didn’t hear from him until much later, or worse, heard from a different skater entirely.

Tonight was unfortunately one of those nights.

When their set ended, Reggie called out the same line he had coined after their first performance, a couple audience members chiming in with him because they actually had a bit of a fan following now, and Alex wasted no time in grabbing his phone from the fanny pack he kept behind his kit during shows. Instead of it lighting up with a picture of his boyfriend’s face, he was met with a series of missed calls and text messages from the guys Willie was rooming with for the weekend. He tried not to panic, tried to breathe in deeply to a count of five, holding it for just as long before exhaling again. It kept the anxiety at bay for as long as it took for him to unlock the phone and read the last missed message.

Don’t worry, bro. They’re gonna airlift him back to LA so you can just meet him at the hospital whenever.

Panic hit full force. What the actual fuck had happened to his boyfriend?! Alex’s fingers were shaking too much for him to open the other messages, his vision going blurry and a distant ringing sounding out in his ears. It took him longer than it should to realize Luke was crouched down in front of him, Reggie hovering just beyond the drum kit.

“You have to breathe, Lex. C’mon, follow me.”

Luke inhaled deeply before letting his breath out in a loud woosh. Alex tried to copy him, but his chest felt too tight, his throat closing in the more he tried to open it. Luke kept talking, his voice low and calm.

“Try again, we can do it together. We just have to breathe, nothing else.”

Alex inhaled with Luke that time, not quite as deeply and not quite as steady, but more air than he had managed to get before. It took several long moments before he was able to match Luke completely, the fog starting to clear from his brain, surroundings snapping back into focus.

“Great, good, just keep breathing, okay? I’m gonna go grab the office keys and we’ll take a minute in there to talk, okay?”

Alex nodded, not exactly wanting Luke to leave but knowing whatever his best friend was saying logically made sense. Reggie slipped into the space Luke had been occupying, breathing in the exact same pattern, and Alex refocused on him. When Reggie stood, Alex copied him, reaching out to grip the back of Reggie’s red flannel as he led them both off of the stage and down the hallway to the office in the back of the bar. Alex dropped onto the couch, burying his face in his hands.

“Lex? Can you tell us what’s going on?”

Reggie’s voice was soft and quiet, like a gentle melody. Alex let it wash over him, knew his boys would be able to help if he could just figure out how to get his mouth to form the words it desperately didn’t want to say out loud. He fought to speak for a few moments before finally just thrusting his phone forward. A hush fell over the room as Luke and Reggie scrolled through the texts and Alex was suddenly grateful that he wouldn’t have to read through them himself. After what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few minutes, Luke cleared his throat and spoke.

“Okay, so good news or bad news first?”

“How can there possibly be good news?”

Alex’s throat felt raw and scratchy, the words coming out broken and strangled. Luke and Reggie exchanged a quick glance before Reggie sat next to Alex on the couch. Not touching, but close enough for Alex to feel comforted all the same.

“Willie isn’t dead or dying, so yes, there is good news. Which one do you want first?”

A significant amount of the panic left Alex’s system at the reassurance that his boyfriend was alive and going to stay that way for the time being. It hit him all at once, sending him into Reggie’s side as he let out a cry of relief. Reggie’s hand stroked up and down Alex’s arm, a low hum sounding in the back of his throat. Luke spoke again.

“Okay, so good news is that Willie is probably already back in LA, he’s at the best hospital he can be at, and he’s going to be fine.”

Alex clung to the words like a life raft. Willie was going to be fine. He turned it into a mantra, repeating it over and over again until he felt like he was back in control, no longer on the precipice of drowning. He disentangled himself from Reggie’s arms, took a deep breath, and met Luke’s gaze.

“I’m ready. Gimme the bad news.”

Luke let out a long breath before sitting down on Alex’s other side.

“The guys were in a car accident. They didn’t even make it to the competition. Willie was in the passenger seat and he took the worst hit in the collision. The other guys got taken to a local hospital, but they had to send Willie to Cedars-Sinai because of some special orthopedic department there. Max said they mentioned he would be admitted to the post-trauma floor.”

A car accident. He didn’t even make it to the competition. Alex had considered himself prepared for the worst when it came to Willie and his chosen profession. He had told himself that loving Willie meant accepting the risk that came with skateboarding, especially at the level that Willie did it. He had not once considered the fact that Willie could be hurt in some type of freak accident that had nothing to do with skating. The life raft slipped from his mental fingers, hurtling him back into the sea of despair once again.

“We got this, okay?” Luke was still speaking. “Reg is gonna call an Uber and take you to the hospital, and I’m gonna get Dante and Felix to help pack up stuff here and then come meet you. It’s gonna be okay.”

Luke’s words painted a path for Alex to follow, a way to move forward without having to fight so hard to do so. He nodded, allowed himself to be bundled out of the employee entrance and into the car Reggie had called. Clung to Reggie’s flannel again as they traversed the white hallways of the hospital, eventually making their way to a nurse’s station situated on the post-trauma surgical floor. Alex didn’t even let himself think about what that string of words implied. Not until Reggie nudged him forward to speak with the blonde-haired woman with kind brown eyes sitting behind the welcome desk. He forced himself to clear the lump in his throat and scrape some words together.

“Hi, I’m uh, my name is Alex. Alex Mercer? I’m looking for my boyfriend Willie? William, actually, his name is William Stewart. He was...he was in a car crash.”

The words came out in starts and stops, cracking at the edges as Alex forced them through numb lips. The nurse nodded, her fingers tapping across the keyboard in a sharp staccato.

“He’s out of surgery, but might still be a bit groggy. The limit is one visitor at a time, so your friend will have to wait out here.”

Alex turned to Reggie with a blank stare.

“You got this, Lex. Remember, he’s gonna be fine. I’ll be right here, and Luke is on his way too. Whatever you need, okay? We got you.”

Alex nodded even though the movement itself felt like a lie. The nurse smiled softly at him and for one split moment Alex wished he could call his mom, hear her comforting voice the way he used to when he was a scared little kid. But he had Luke and Reggie now. And Willie, who was alive somewhere in this hospital.

“He’s in room 604, just down the hall.”

Alex forced his feet to move. Forced himself to count the numbers on the wall until he found 604. Forced himself to open the door and enter the room.

Willie looked so small on the bed, his dark hair a mess across the stark white pillowcase, his leg encased in plaster and suspended from some contraption that hung down from the ceiling. He turned his head at the noise of the door opening, eyes half open and soft with sleep or maybe painkillers. The smile on his face was a mere shadow of its normal sunshine.

“Hey, Hotdog.”

Alex wanted to cry. He wanted to scream and curl into a ball and absolutely lose it. But instead, he walked to the side of Willie’s bed and sat down in the chair next to it that seemed to have been waiting just for him.

“Have you been crying? Please tell me you weren’t crying.”

Okay, Willie was definitely on drugs. Because of course, Alex had been crying.

“Yes, I’ve been crying! Are you kidding me?”

Willie winced slightly and Alex was instantly swamped with guilt.

“No, okay, let me try that again.”

He took a deep breath and reached up to brush a few stray hairs away from Willie’s face. There were a number of cuts and bruises marring his skin, a few of them hidden under bandages.

“Hey pretty boy, I’m so glad you’re not dead. I’ve never been more scared than when I saw that text from Max. I thought you cracked your head open on a halfpipe or something, what the hell happened?”

Willie tried to shrug and grimaced, like it hurt. Alex’s hands fluttered uselessly above his boyfriend’s body, unsure where would be safe to touch. He settled for grabbing the hand that Willie offered which was thankfully unmarked, nothing but some leftover scars from catching himself at the skatepark.

“I think our car flipped? There was a lot of crashing and my leg really fuckin hurt. It’s still hurts.”

Willie frowned, clearly addled from the leftover anesthesia and whatever they were giving him for the pain. Alex pulled his hand up to press a series of kisses across Willie’s knuckles, making sure to cover each scar at least once.

“You can’t die on me, Wills. I fucking love you, okay? I know you do insane stunts and regularly let yourself get beat to crap at the skate park, but you can’t fucking die on me in some stupid car accident. I’d lose my goddamn mind without you.”

“You love me?”

Willie’s voice was soft and awed and Alex suddenly realized he hadn’t ever actually said those words out loud before even though they’d been living in his brain for months now. When he looked into Willie’s eyes he saw a hint of wetness there, and his heart melted.

“Yes, I love you, you fucking dork. I’ve been in love with you for months.”

Willie grinned, dopey eyed and pink cheeked.

“Well, I’ve been in love with you for like, ever. So, I win. Gimme a kiss for my prize.”

Alex laughed and rolled his eyes, but obliged, nonetheless. Willie might not remember this interaction, but Alex would never forget it. A look of absolute peace settled onto his boyfriend’s face.

“I knew you’d come. I knew as soon as that car hit us that when I woke up, you’d be here. You’re the best boyfriend ever, that’s why I love you. And you’re so hot. Like, really hot.”

Alex’s cheeks burned, his heart kicking into overdrive.

“C’mere,” Willie nodded his head to the side and tried to shuffle over, like he was inviting Alex to climb in next to him. He made a disgruntled sound when the contraption his leg was in refused to budge, frowning up at the suspension system.

“That’s so lame, what the fuck? I wanna cuddle.”

And Alex, unable to resist even when he knew it would probably be better for Willie if he did, climbed up to wedge his body into the small space between Willie and the guardrails on his bed. He tucked one arm behind Willie’s head, pulling his face into the space between his neck and shoulder. Willie let out a contented sigh, his breath sending shivers down Alex’s spine.

“You smell like you,” Willie whispered, the sound happy and relaxed. “I love you, Lex.”

“I love you, too.” Alex sighed, kissing his way across every single cut and bruise he could reach without moving.

Willie settled into place, his body going lax and soft snores sounding out against Alex’s chest within moments. Alex let his own head fall to rest against the top of Willie’s, finally allowing himself to believe everything would be okay. When the same nurse came to tell him that his other friend had arrived and maybe it would be best to come back in the morning, he accepted it without complaint. She gave him a final moment to say goodnight, Alex taking the time to make sure Willie was tucked in tight before kissing his temple softly.

Willie was going to be okay, and Alex was going to spend the rest of his life making sure he was always the one there to kiss his scrapes and bruises.

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