#it's brunet hours in the brain hole

[zeeroweenies]

like a virgin

ft. stepbro eren

cw ✿ dark content ; virginity loss ; dubcon ; innocence kink ; coercion ; blood ; minors don’t read/interact or blocked.

wasn’t gonna post this but oh well! yolo *throws up peace sign

“Isn’t this wrong, Ren?”

Your stepbrother towers over your sheepish form, face extremely hot and flushed with insufferable heat and voice trembling with unease. “Mom said m’supposed to wait ‘till I get married.”

Eren could think of a million things he wanted; decent grades considering he was a fucking flunk at school, material things such as designer accessories and gold-encrusted rings were always nice, and a nice piece of arm candy to keep him company from time to time. Hell, he had the looks for it, he could probably snap his fingers and any chick he desired would be at his disposal. You could call him somewhat of a skirt chaser, laying with whatever girl seemed appealing to him in the moment and ditching her for the next in a single breath. He led countless women on in the spite of his manhood, leaving a trail of tears and broken hearts behind him.

But then you came along.

An absolute angel of a girl, the complete and total opposite of Eren, actually. Always on the straight and narrow. You secured one of the highest spots of honor in your class due to your grades, actively participated in extracurriculars and came home right after classes ended under your parents’ orders even though you were well over the age of legality. Not to mention the beauty of your celestial features that looked like they were crafted by the beings themselves and shipped straight from heaven right to his front doorstep, that in itself seemed like a blessing.

But initially that’s not what drew him to you. It was the bashful and good-hearted disposition about you, the fact that you had never been kissed or touched in that way by another man, not even yourself. If you were willing to bet cash on the reason Eren found you attractive in the first place you’d be filthy rich. Because? Bingo: because you were a fucking virgin.

Eren knew you were, he could practically smell it on you the moment you met. It began to consume his every thought, twisting into some dark late-night fantasy of him sinking his fat cock into your tight virgin cunt while he fucked his fist to try to imitate what he thought you’d feel like, going through tissues and bottles of lotion like socks from how unhealthy his impulses were becoming.

He so badly wanted to see what your would look like when he finally stretched your hole for the first time; how your face would twist into an ugly frown while your nails sank into the plush of his arms from the pain, begging him to slow down until you’d finally beg him to speed up in that angelic tone, creaming around his cock endlessly until he’d eventually reach his own high, ending with him fucking his seed right into your accepting womb. The pleasure of being the one to deflower you swirling within the deep recesses of his twisted brain. He needed it, he was desperate for it.

Even now as he hovers over you, face and chin wet after eating your little cunt out for what felt like hours, he could barely stop himself from cumming on the spot. Having to put a mental restraint on his dick as he just barely pushes himself past the tightness of your innocence, a weak, dainty hand against his chest being the only thing stopping him from taking it all for himself.

His gaze shifts from the shaky palm to tearful eyes, tits long gone from your t-shirt with lips that are wet from saliva and your hair touching the fresh pillows with your pretty legs parted just for him, only for him.

“What’s wrong? You afraid?”

The brunet’s query possesses your head into a nod, swallowing the lump at the base of your throat that you didn’t even had formed when his thumb comes down to rub at your aching clit, forcing you into nothing but a jittery mess with fluttering lashes.

“M-Mom said s’not right to have sex before marriage… I have to stay a virgin ‘till I do.”

Ugh. Your mom.

She kept you away from him the same way Rapunzel was sealed away in a tower by some fire breathing dragon or some shit, however the fuck that story went. Said he was no good, that he was a bad apple. Eren couldn’t stand the bitch, she was too snooty for her own good, forever looking down on him with her nose high in the air while placing you on a pedestal above him. Like you were some sort of archangel.

How would she feel now if she knew her angel was moments away from getting her virgin cunt split open for the very first time by the so-called devil?

“It doesn’t count if I don’t pop your cherry.” Tiny pecks that are laid against your bottom lip and a thumb on your bud makes your pussy involuntarily clench around nothing and leaves you dizzy, but not as dizzy as your stepbrother’s implications.

“Cherry…?”

Fuck, you’re so innocent. A precious soul with no knowledge of the outside world, a girl who doesn’t even know what’s about to hit her. It was a bold faced lie. Eren knew that the second his dick goes inside your cunt you won’t be a virgin anymore, but that doesn’t mean you had to.

“Your hymen, silly.” A soft chuckle falls past his lips that makes you melt into the bed. “I’ll be gentle when I put it in so it doesn’t break, you’ll still be a virgin.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works, Ren.” The five words that usually get girls to drop to their knees and worship him in a heartbeat still don’t seem to have an effect on you in the slightest, you’re still protesting. And it was really starting to get on his goddamn nerves. But he keeps his cool, composure never faltering despite his internal irritancy while managing to salvage the faux kindness on the edge of those emerald irises you trusted so much, the same ones you didn’t know held a nasty and sick desire behind them.

“Don’t you love me?” He questions you once, your head nodding yes in response. “Wanna make me feel good right?” He questions again. And like magic you nod yes, again. “Then you’ll let me do this.”

A moment of silence passes, and then another.

The smallness of your voice box is barely audible, but Eren swears he can almost cums when he hears you croak out, “O-Okay, you can do it…”

Jackpot.

“Atta girl.” He begins to push past the ring of your entrance, no time wasted at all before the stretch of his head has your eyelids tightening painfully around the whites of your sclera, just like he imagined they would.

His venture is met with some resistance along the way, both by your cunt that doesn’t seem to want to let him in for jack shit and the god awful cries that fall past your puffy lips, the entire sight of you splayed out beneath him making Eren’s dick rock hard. He can only manage to inch his hips further into your warmth that practically sucks him in when your hands meet his chest, his fingers boring into the flesh of your hips before completely slamming into you with full force.

“Er… Ere– Eren, it hurts!”

It hurts for you, but it’s music to his ears, and you sing a beautiful song for him. A cacophony of shrill cries that pick up with each pull and drop he makes inside your messy cunt, walls barely adjusting to his length and girth as fucks you mercilessly, nothing at all like your stepbrother who’s demeanor is usually so gentle and benevolent towards you.

Instead the expression his features take on is something dark, sinister.

“I know, you’ll be fine. Won’t hurt too much when I’m makin’ you cum on my cock, huh?”

Maybe it’s because of the plushness of your cunt that’s warm and soft, almost pillow-like as Eren fucks into you, round tip relentlessly nudging at the surface of your hymen– fuck, it feels so good against him.

Pink, perfect, intact. Not for long.

At this rate and the force he exerts he’ll end up popping your cherry even though he promised not to, and soon his river would run red with the blood he was so desirously hungry for, virginal blood. All of it made him delirious, head mindlessly swirling in lust as he buries his cock in your soaked cunt over and over, the atmosphere between the four walls surrounding you becoming overrun with grunts and swallowed moans the more you became accustomed to the foreign intrusion of a man being inside you.

“God, this pussy,” multiple curses tumble out of his filthy godforsaken mouth and disperses into the open air, now folding your plush legs back into the pillows to pound into you with not an ounce of mercy, like he’s determined. The swell of his cheeks are painted redder than a cherry, pupils shot and intently mesmerized with the way the soft of your tits helplessly bounce and jiggle from how his hips collide with yours in brutal thrusts and your fucked out expression, it’s a wonder your cunt’s held up this long. But you are a little fighter after all, he supposes.

“Tell your big brother how he’s making you feel,” the hot underside of his palm moves to press at the warmth of your cheeks to squish them into a cute pout as his jaded eyes bore down into you, the answer he seeks making him throb inside of you through slurred sentences. “Feel-sh s-s’good, Ren, s’good.” you manage to choke out through an unquestionably fucked out lazy grin, one that suggests to Eren that he completely and undoubtedly has you under his spell.

“Look at that, guess the little angel’s a little slut.” If the expression riddled across the lines and contours of your face wasn’t enough, the way your hole tightens around him is, a ring of milky cream gathering around the base of his length and a low whine that forces itself past your lips.

The roughness of his pace takes you by surprise, soon the older boy’s violently moving his hips inside you, fucking you like he doesn’t care if you cum or not. The head of his cock constantly jabbing at your hymen, roughly grazing and bumping against the thin membrane as his high coiled in the pit of his stomach ultimately making your chest twist and distend with panic.

“Be careful, y-you’re gonna, gonna—”

Every plea that falls from your mouth is ignored, groans and curses instead filling the space as Eren finally reaches his peak, lips parted and hips stuttering before he’s slowing down with his final thrusts.

One. Two. Three, done.

The weight of his six-foot frame is as heavy on top of you as the hard breaths he takes, leaving you dazed and confused atop of the comfort of the pillow beneath your head, allowing him to sit up before pulling out. He’s finding the cotton jeans he had discarded long ago when you first entered his room before you can even say anything, fear rising in your lungs and manifesting into teary eyes.

Your voice cracks, you know what’s coming next, and Eren knows that you know. “Wait… I didn’t get to finish,”

Not his problem.

You’re not a virgin anymore, and you have no other use to him except what’s between your legs. Time to close up shop. He got what he wanted, now get your shit and get the fuck out of his room.

“Take care of it yourself, I got shit to do.” The shift in his demeanor and tone is almost bone-chilling cold, this for sure isn’t the same Eren you’ve known– or thought you knew from the last few months. “Oh, you might wanna take care of that.”

Oops, guess he forgot to pull out in time, the translucent white substance that clings to the lips of your cunt and oozes deeply from your hole and onto the white linen proof of it. But then you notice the pinkish-reddish tint that’s mixed within it, letting you know that Eren lied to you all along, that he had full intention of truly taking your virginity. Double oops.

He notices the way your eyes flitter up to him with tears welling up behind them as you fist the fabric of his bedsheets closer to your naked chest like it’s your last piece of hope, the sight of your betrayal almost makes him want to ruin you all over again. “My bad, guess it was a mistake.” The corners of his lips upturn into a cruel smirk, no signs of remorse present in his features. But Eren doesn’t make mistakes, only happy accidents.

And what a happy accident this was.

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a/N the way i had to post this on a tweet format just hurt me so I need to post it here, all pretty like this, i didnt struggle to use google docs for nothing dhdj

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Now alone after the shoot,the cameras are long forgotten, the staff all left already despite the set being still intact. The huge blinding lights still on, the red neon gives the room a cozy yet threatening glow.

A mischievous idea sparks in the back of Yuta’s head as he stares at Jungwoo feeding Mark another slice of pizza, taking in the way the extend his mouth wide open letting his pink tongue roll out, so inviting that it gives him some interesting ideas.

But he must have been staring for too long. A cheeky grin is on Mark’s face, who caught his hyung piercing gaze, observing him like his prey, he couldn’t help the blush on his face as he chewed.

Jungwoo cooed at Mark, so fond of his cuteness while Yuta moved dangerously close to him, making the poor boy nervous. He was mesmerized by Yuta, his senses in alert as he felt like something was about to happen. He internally sighed, as Yuta just reached over to grab a bottle of beer yet his eyes were still fixated on him as he took a sip out of it.

“Want some?” he nonchalantly asked

Mark felt too shy, too hot in that room for him for his brain the be coherent, he accepted the bottle taking the glass to his lips by the help of his ever so kind hyung who held it for him, the taste of alcohol lingering on his tongue is all mark tried to focus for a moment as Yuta was still looking at him, well it was his lips he was staring at while Jungwoo had the same grin on his face. He tried to look around the room, as the sip he took felt like it lasted hours his eyes met Yuta’s deep eyes, and Mark felt himself get hard in his pants causing him to shift uncomfortably on the bed.

god why were they on a bed? he thought

After that sip that felt like an eternity, Jungwoo cooed once again at the sight of Mark’s cute lips all wet with some leftover alcohol, some dripping at the corner. He leaned in to clean it up, unexpectedly with his own lips as he delivered a quick peck and shy lick to the corner of his lips that left Mark dumbfounded, all the blood rushing to his cheeks.

“Aww Mark you’re about to fall off the bed, look at all the little space you have, come here” Yuta kindly offered him as he leaned his back on the frame on the bed, parting his legs to make room for Mark to fit in.

“thanks hyung” Mark said as he sat against his chest, falling right into Yuta’s trap. The poor boy missed the exchanged glance between him and Jungwoo.

In the meantime, Yuta had taken off his jacket, exposing his muscled arms in the large tank top that mark didn’t miss as he reached to palm the flesh out of habit. Yuta sneaked an arm around him, chuckling.

“Interested are you ? Is something bothering you? oh is it the kiss Jungwoo gave you?

Mark blushed again, he didn’t know how to react, he was too close to Yuta, his cologne filling up his scent and clouding his mind, Jungwoo’s piercing eyes and soft lip luring him closer.

“I want another one” Jungwoo demanded cutely, pursing his lips while tapping it with his index finger, gesturing for a peck.

Yuta was watching the scene in front of him with pride, the two pretty boys kissing in front of him, between his legs like he had planned.

What a sight.

Seeing Mark finally give in as Jungwoo kissed him, yuta ran his hand through the brunet’s hair, earning a soft sight . He tightened his grip, now pulling on his hair harder to pull him out of the kiss, Mark let out a strangled moan out of his puffy lips, sounding defeated.

“You like that, right pup’” Yuta said hotly against Mark’s ear. The boy shivered and twitch in his pants as he licked the shell of his ear.

Mark let out a shameless nod before abruptly turning his head to Yuta, pulling him in a deep bruising kiss. Kneeling between his legs, he tried to over the elder) . Yuta loved to feel Mark’s desperation against his lips, each of his movements dripping with need, as he rushed his hand to wander under the tank top.

Meanwhile, Jungwoo was pulling on Mark’s shirt, taking off the bothering pieces of clothings making both of them pull out from each other. Yuta takes one of the chains around his neck to tie it around Mark’s neck, locking it tightly, just enough so it could embrace the pretty neck like a choker while letting the rest of the chain hang loose, almost like a leash. He did the same with the many shining silvers around jungwoo’s neck, making sure this time to lock it with Mark’s chain. Now keeping the two close together, tied by their chains. Finally, he tied two other chains to both of their handmade chokers, holding the end in his hands.

Yuta could now watch his two puppies kiss, he looked so attractive, just resting on the bed he was breathtaking, closely watching them. Therefore, Yuta quickly noticed the way Mark wasn’t reciprocating the kiss anymore rather concentrated on rutting his hips against the sheets, chasing some kind of friction after being teased for so long.

The rough yet delirious friction of his jeans was rubbing perfectly against his cock

“Someone’s eager hmm” Yuta commented, Mark just whined while Jungwoo just whimpered louder to get his attention, feeling neglected. Yuta gave Jungwoo a reassuring pat to his head before kissing him while running a hand under his shirt. Already annoyed by the chains, yuta unclasped the chains that kept he and Mark tied together, of course leaving what could be used as a leash on, he might need it for later.

Mark helped Yuta to take off Jungwoo's shirt, before the blondie took off Mark’s bottoms, leaving him bare for everyone to see. Mark blushed when he realized how humiliating this was, they were almost fully naked while yuta had still all his clothes on. but yuta loved every seconds of it, loved to watch his two babies play together, desperately trying to get off without disobeying.

Grinding against each other, Jungwoo tried to rub their cock together through the fabric making Mark’s throbbing cock red and leak more. He licked and kissed all over Jungwoo’s chest, playing with the perky nubs as Jungwoo sneaked a hand bedhin Mark to play with his hole,Yuat didn’t miss the way Mark's cock twitched, dangerously close to coming.

A quick glance shared with yuta and Jungwoo sneaked his other hand to the frond, fondling Mark's spent cock and balls in a way that made the poor boy shake.

“You can cum mutt” yuta announced and it was enough for Mark to come all over Jungwoo’s hand.

Jungwoo eagerly licked his hand clean, not sharing with Mark, as he bent down to lick all over his hips, under his belly button and thighs, cleaning every inch of cum.

While Yuta got off the bed, standing next to them to take his jacket back, Jungwoo pushed Mark on the bed, so he was laying on the soft mattress. He spread his legs open, making Mark comfortable and watching his already chubbing cock leak in anticipation.

He almost bent mark in half so he could access to his quivering hole, dipping his head down to lick around it. mark grabbed the headboard, toes curling in pleasure with a light layer of sweat on his skin -he’s so cute yuta thought- as he shamelessly watched jungwoo going down on mark who looked like he was about to melt as Jungwoo’s dipped his tongue inside.

Mark’s breath was shaky, struggling to keep it together when Yuta turned his head towards the camera, noticing they were still on; he was about to do something about it when they heard a knock on the door, and a soft voice, it was a staff member

“ Excuse me, we need to take the material back”.

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Kinkmas 2020: Day Three

Prompt: Threesome w/ Kiba & Kankuro

Genre: Smut/18+ || Tags: Threesome, Double Penetration, Oral, Anal Fingering || Characters: Kiba Inuzuka, Kankuro, Female Reader || read it on ao3 here

The immense pleasure that wrecked through your body made you briefly wonder how exactly you found yourself in this position. It seemed like just another night of work at your dead end waitress job. Well, it was just another night. Business was slow but it always was during your night shift job. To the point where you wondered why it was worth keeping the ramen restaurant open all night. Though every time a customer came in you were reminded, the night customers were almost always shinobi. Most likely just back from a mission and looking for an actual meal instead of those pills you heard they take. Tonight was no different. You were standing around, nearly twiddling your thumbs until two roughed up looking guys wandered into seats.

"Hey guys! What can I get you tonight?" Your customer service voice wasn't as strong as it was during a day shift, mainly because it didn't need to be. Customers in the dead of night knew the shop being open was a luxury and most were so desperate for a nice, warm meal you could cuss them out and they'd still tip you well.

"Hi sweetheart," a gruff voice responded, belonging to a somewhat regular.

"Oh, Kiba? Gosh I almost didn't recognize you," the man truly looked worse for wear, though you had to admit it was nice he clearly stopped in here before even going home.

"I'll take the special," The other man you didn't recognize spoke up, looking equally as rough.

"Yeah it was a tough mission. I'll take the special too, hun."

You nodded and put the order in, comfortable enough with him to return in front of where they were sitting to chat. Small talk was easy with a person like Kiba, even when he was dead tired. The other man, you learned whose name was Kankuro, occasionally piped in, mainly with sarcastic jabs at Kiba. It made the time pass quicker and you even found yourself cracking up with laughter a few times. After fifteen minutes you served their food and let them eat, recounting the events that happened in the village while Kiba was out on his mission. The two finished their meals and you were quick to clean the bowls up.

"Can I get you guys anything else?"

"How about an evening alone with us?" Kiba grinned confidently.

You shot a smirk back at him and gestured around, "What, this isn't alone enough for you?"

"Not nearly," Kankuro answered your rhetorical question in a voice that was near a grumble.

"You're almost done working, yeah (Y/N)?" Kiba quickly continued, gently pushing his luck.

And lucky for him, he didn't have to push far, after a quick glance to the clock you nodded, "I can leave after cleaning up."

The two men shared a look and nodded at you, sending you twirling around to hurry and finish your closing duties. A record five minutes later, you were saying goodbye to the chef and walking in-between the guys. Normally, you wouldn't do something as brazen as this, but Kiba always made you feel so comfortable around him. He was easy to talk to and even easier to flirt with. His flirting was smooth but the second you returned the sentiment his cheeks reddened almost comically. Even though you've only been working at the ramen shop for a year it feels like the two of you are childhood friends.

As you walked, Kiba's arm slung around your shoulders, warding off the cool night with the heat radiating from his body. Meanwhile, Kankuro's hand kept brushing against yours until you finally made the bold move and linked your fingers into his. The dynamic between your little trio was already interesting and you only just met Kankuro barely an hour ago. Yet it felt so natural to be surrounded by them, it felt like you were all dating already. Though you weren't going to fool yourself, even if this turned out to be just one night, you'd be thankful for it.

By the time you reached Kiba's surprisingly clean apartment, you could barely keep your hands off of them. Kankuro's lips were hot on your neck, spreading purple lipstick marks all over while Kiba tried to close the door. Shirts were discarded quickly, allowing you to take in the chiseled chests of the men sandwiching you in. At some point, you made it to Kiba's bedroom and it didn't take long for you to find his cock inside of your mouth while he used his hands on the other brunet. Your tongue rubbed the underside of him as you took more into your mouth, being careful not to gag. The view above you was gorgeous, as both Kiba and Kankuro were basking in the pleasure they were receiving. But they didn't let it drag on before they laid you back and Kankuro's rough fingers ran up and down your slit.

Kiba was more than happy to slip himself back into your mouth, moaning as he felt you suck around him. Meanwhile, Kankuro planted his head between your thighs, relishing in every purple mark he left as he dove in for his dessert. He went to town, sliding his tongue in and out of you while  those rough fingers rubbed your clit. Neither held back, but Kiba was a bit impatient, his hips thrusting forward accidentally. Before long, he was pulling out of your mouth and bending down to kiss you through your first orgasm of the night. Then, the brunet positioned himself behind Kankuro, sliding his fingers into the other man with a grin. Kankuro gasped around your still quivering pussy before moaning and resting his head against your thigh to pant heavily. You propped yourself up on your elbows to enjoy the sight of Kankuro already falling apart as Kiba curled his fingers while thrusting.

You muttered a curse under your breath and it almost acted as a reminder to Kankuro that you were there as his eyes traveled up to meet yours. Half lidded as they were, you could tell they were full of pleasure and begging for more. Out of desperation, he looked back to Kiba and rocked his hips, pushing the fingers deeper into him. The deep moans he let out vibrated against your leg, running straight to your core.

Dropping your head back to the bed you let out a moan yourself, "Kami, please, one of you fuck me already."

That seemed to get their attention as both looked at you before separating and sitting up, Kankuro grinned, "How about two of us, babygirl?"

"That's fine by me, just get to it already." the confidence the two men let off was contagious and you found yourself having no problem taking the lead.

You sat Kiba down on the bed and slid his cock into you. Giving a few testing bounces before leaning forward slightly, you let Kankuro push his lubed cock into your ass. The pressure of being so full made you sigh and after getting accustomed to it you began to bounce on both of them. They groaned in unison, only egging you on more. Kankuro pressed kisses into your shoulder while Kiba played with your tits, tugging on your nipples. Your own hands found balance by reaching back and steadying yourself on Kank's thighs, the thick muscle underneath your fingertips flexing with each thrust he tried to return.

As you moved your hips up and down both men began to rightfully fall apart. Not to say you were doing much better though, seeing as Kankuro was once again using those roughed up fingers to rub your bundle of nerves. The sensations all over your body made you see stars again, clenching around the two cocks as you came. Had it not been for you warning them of the impending climax, both probably would have followed suit. But thankfully they held on, determined to throw you over the edge again. It wouldn't be hard either, especially not when Kankuro leaned you down to rest your torso on Kiba's and both men began to take over thrusting. The damn teases they were, one would thrust in as the other trusted out.

Somewhere in your lust fogged brain, you made a note to ask them how they knew each other. There was just no way new friends could be this in sync. That, and the way they were kissing over your shoulder seemed much more intimate than a random decision. Either way, they were fucking you good.

Words weren't your best friend right now, but you managed to whine out a, "Fuck, I'm going to cum."

The boys nearly growled together and Kankuro kissed the back of your neck, "Cum for us, babygirl."

"Yeah? Fucking cum on my cock, princess," this time Kiba did growl and it was all you needed to send you over the edge.

The vibration from his words made you shiver and your orgasm shook through every fiber of your being. Your holes squeezed and spasmed around their intruder's and this time the boys didn't bother holding back. The warm sensation spurting into you from both sides was one you'd likely forget the amazingness of. But the moans, groans, and absolute sinful noises they made as they came would be forever etched into your memory. Moans were replaced with heavy pants and all three of your sweaty bodies collided onto the bed. At some point, they slipped their softening cocks out of you and two sets of warm arms surrounded you. They shared a kiss before turning to you and giving you your own share of kisses. The two of them simultaneously holding onto you and the other man in one safe huddle of love. Sure, what you had wasn't exactly labeled, for shit's sake, what you had just started, but you couldn't help but hope it would continue. Even if you'd look at yourself in the morning and find your body not only covered in scratches, fingerprint bruises and hickies, but also purple paint smeared nearly everywhere.

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Through The Utility Closet Part 2: An Unexpected Visitor

Y/N looked up from where she had landed on the floor. There was a table of open mouthed individuals, and one very confused presenter, looking down on her. Whoops, this is something she'd have to text her best friend about when she got home.

"I'm so sorry," Y/N stood up and dusted off her apron. "I had no idea there was a second door in the closet, and I couldn't find the light switch, and-"

And she was cut off. "Where did you come from?" The presenter asked.

Y/N motioned to the closet she had just spilled out of. "The storage room?"

"That's a coat closet. And we don't even keep coats in it. How long have you been hiding in there?"

"I'm so sorry," Y/N started to back up, not liking the route her evening had taken. "I swear I wasn't hiding, I was just in the room to put a box on the shelf, I was only in there for a minute, I swear."

He looked confused, as did the people seated around the table. "We've been here for 20 minutes, and there's no way you snuck past us carrying a box."

"Oh, there must be a different door that I came through, then. I'm so sorry, I'll be going now."

"Wait a minute," the man walked over and blocked her from getting back into the closet. "This is my coat closet, and I want to investigate where you came from. Rogers, come here please."

A hulking blonde man stood up from the opposite side of the table and started walking towards our heroine. He said a quiet "Hi, 'scuse me." and maneuvered past her and joined the other man in the room.

"Tony, there's no other door, just the one right here." The blond man said.

I suppose it's important to establish that it's not normal to have secondary doors to coat closets unless you live in a haunted Victorian home full of ghosts that have already plotted 63 different ways to kill you by Tuesday.

"I know, Steve!"

"Then where did she come from?"

"I don't know! She certainly didn't sneak in since we've been here!"

The two men in the closet bickered back and forth for a few minutes. Meanwhile, Y/N turned to the room full of strangers who were observing both her and the argument in the closet in equal amounts. She caught the eye of a massive brunet, and gave him the classic smile given to those you wish to scootch past in the grocery store. He looked away, and a man who I could have sworn had just had a red complexion rose from his chair to stand beside Y/N.

"I do apologize for our manners. My name is Vision, what's yours?"

"I'm Y/N."

"Lovely name. And where are you from, Y/N?"

This gave her pause. She assumed that she was from the same place as they were, the town they were all in at this very moment.

"I'm from here?"

"And where exactly do you think here is?"

"What, you think this door teleported me? I'm in (hometown) of course, same as you!" Y/N chuckled as she looked around the room. She caught the rest of the group exchanging looks, and sighed. "Right?"

Vision gently patted her shoulder. "I'm so sorry to be the one to tell you this, dear, but you're not in (hometown) anymore. You're in New York."

Y/N looked between Vision and the others. "What? That's crazy! I'm not - there's no way. You guys are crazy." Y/N looked over her shoulder to see the two men in the closet peering out at the rest of the room. "Did you find the other door? I really should get back to work, and I'm sure you all should get back to your meeting."

They shook their heads and moved out of the closet, although it was a battle between who entered the doorway first.

"I'll find it, and I'll be on my way." Y/N charged back into the closet, and crossed the foot and a half wide floor with one step. Surely she'd be better at finding a mysteriously elusive door than two men, right? She ran her fingers over the walls, looking for a hinge or a handle or even a bump to indicate an opening of any kind. She'd even pull an Alice in Wonderland and crawl on her hands and knees through a hole in the wall if she must.

Still, no luck. The wall was as smooth as a baby's bottom, which were usually quite smooth. So, Y/N returned to the boardroom with her arms crossed.

"Alright, this joke is very funny, but I'm really ready to go back to work now!"

"We're not pulling a prank here, I promise, we're just as surprised as you are."

"Seriously? Who paid you to do this? I don't know anyone who could pay you to pull this off. Who did it?"

"Seriously, lady, there's no joke here. We're not pranking you."

"Then," Y/N paused and licked her lips. "Hey, man, where did you say we are?"

Vision told her that she was in New York now. It was too much. Between the heat and the stress and the exhaustion, Y/N's brain couldn't take it any longer. Steve barely had time to leap back over the table and catch her in his arms before she crumbled to the floor.

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When Y/N woke up, she was still in the boardroom, laid out on the floor, surrounded by good looking strangers. Weirdly, her life was looking better than it usually did.

"What happened?"

"You fainted, dear." A man with a goatee spoke up. "Don't worry, you weren't out for very long. I'm a doctor, by the way. Doctor Stephen Strange."

"That's, well," Y/N searched for a better word to describe her situation. "Strange." The man frowned down at her. "Not you, I'm sorry, just, I don't faint, I'm not really the damsel in distress type. Where am I?"

"This again?!?!" Y/N recognized the man from before, Tony. "You're in New York! Where did you come from?"

"I came from work, in (hometown). I don't just wear this apron around for fun, you know!" Y/N gestured to her apron, which conveniently had the company logo on it. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. "So, I'm in New York. And I came out of your coat closet. And before that, I was at my job in (hometown), just going about my day. How did I get here?"

"Well," the man called Vision came back into the room. "I'm not quite sure, but if I had to guess, which I don't do often, you've just come through an inter-dimensional portal."

"A what now?"

"An inter-dimensional portal. You've travelled through space, clearly, possibly time as well, and I would guess you've also travelled across different planes of reality since you seem to have no comprehension of who we are. Thus, you've crossed into a different dimension that the one you usually reside in."

"That totally makes sense."

"Oh, really?" The blond giant from earlier asked.

"No, absolutely not. That did not make sense at all, Vision. I thought portals only existed in sci-fi, like Star Trek or stuff like that!" Y/N was, indeed, very confused.

"I think the science might be a little beyond your understanding, dear." Vision said. "But it appears to me that your storage cupboard was a doorway to this universe, to this reality. Sometimes these things just pop up, you know."

Y/N looked at Vision. "No, I don't know that these things just pop up! Pretty sure I would have heard about it on the news." Everyone sat for a moment, pondering their next steps. "So does anyone have any ideas on how to get me back to my world?" Y/N looked around hopefully.

The group of people around her all looked at each other, and Tony, Vision, and Dr. Strange looked thoughtful.

"I think that between the three of us we can probably figure out how to get you home." Dr. Strange finally said.

"And how long will that take? Like a couple of hours maybe?" Y/N asked from the floor.

"Uh, no." Tony stood up and started clearing off a whiteboard. "Inter-dimensional portals cannot be figured out in just a few hours, strange lady. It'll take a few days, at best. You got somewhere to stay?"

"Tony, she's not going to have anywhere to stay, she's not from here." Steve explained.

"She can stay with us!" a dark man with a buzz cut offered. "I've got a spare room in the basement still, she can stay there until we figure out how to get her home. I'm Sam, by the way."

"Hi Sam, I'm Y/N. You don't have to take me in, I can just stay in a shelter if there's one nearby."

"Hang on, I'm calling Fury." Tony dialled a phone, and pointed at me while it was ringing. "You're not staying in a shelter."

"No, it's fine, I'm sure it won't be too bad."

"They're terrible, you're not staying at a shelter, you're coming with me." Sam said.

"And why would I stay with you? I don't know who you are, why should I trust you more than some homeless shelter?" Y/N was standing now, and crossed her arms.

"We're the Avengers! You can trust us."

"I don't think you understand how little that means to me. Who are you?"

"The Avengers."

"And what is the Avengers? Sounds like either a league of superheroes or a terrible pop group."

"We're superheroes."

"Oh shit really?" Y/N blushed. "You're superheroes, for real?"

The group around the table nodded.

"So who's got the laser eyes?"

The group looked mildly confused, because none of them had laser eyes, but fortunately they didn't have a chance to answer, because Fury answered the phone, and Tony set it to speaker.

"What can I help you with, Stark?"

"Well, see, here's the situation. We're just sitting here, having our meeting, and the closet door pops open and this girl comes flying out onto the floor."

"Okay, so you have a spy, you know what to do with that."

"I'm not done yet. We thought she was a spy, but we've come to the conclusion that she actually just came through an inter-dimensional portal."

"So you have an alien in your conference room?"

"She's not an alien, Mr. Fury." Vision interjected. "I've scanned her, and she seems to be perfectly human."

Y/N frowned. She didn't like the thought of being scanned without consent. And how could Vision tell that she was human anyways? And did this guy think she was an alien? Were aliens common in this world?

The man on the other end of the phone sighed. "Is she there?"

"Yeah, she's been here the whole time. You're on speaker." Tony responded.

"I'd like to speak to her."

"Talk away, she's right here."

"Hello, what's your name?"

"I'm Y/n." she said, moving closer to the phone.

"Hi, well welcome to Earth. I'm Nick Fury, director of SHIELD. Welcome to Earth."

"Thanks, but I'm already from Earth, I don't really need a welcome."

"Ok, we'll brush past that for now. Have they explained the inter-dimension portals to you yet?"

"They tried, but if I'm being honest that's a little bit out of my league."

"Fair enough. You're in good hands there; we have the best scientists in the world at those labs. As you might imagine, it's not really an exact science, these portals, so it might take our team a while to figure out how to get you home."

"So are you guys like the men in black? Do you have that movie here?"

"Yeah, we have that movie here. I'm guessing that your world is very very similar to ours, so we're going to be taking you down to one of our labs and running a few tests so we can better determine where you're from. In the mean time, I'll let the Avengers take care of you, they don't have any other pressing matters at this time, and just in case you're a violent alien, they're best equipped to deal with you going rogue."

"Uh, well, I guess that sounds good. I promise I'm not an alien though."

"We'll see about that." Fury hung up and I looked around the room.

"I should make introductions, pardon my manners." Vision stood up from his seat (he kinda seemed to float, but maybe he was just hella graceful).

"This is Steven Rogers, you might hear him referred to as Captain America." The blond man who had earlier joined Tony in a closet gave a quick wave and a smile. He seemed very friendly.

"This is James Barnes, he's very quiet, so don't take offence if he doesn't say much to you. He means no harm." Vision pointed to the brunet I had locked eyes with earlier, and he gave a small smile, but didn't wave.

"This is Sam Wilson, as you know. He, Steve, and James all live together in Sam's house, and I suppose you'll be joining them. I'd offer you our couch, but my wife Wanda and I," here he pointed to a lovely brunette woman seated beside him. "are in the middle of renovations, and I'm sure a spare bedroom would be more comfortable for you than a dusty couch."

Y/N nodded. She was going to have a bit of trouble keeping track of everyone's names.

"This is Bruce Banner, this is Natasha Romanoff, Scott Lang, Clint Barton, Stephen Strange, Tony Stark, and of course, I am Vision." They all waved as their names were said.

"Wait, what's your last name?"

"I don't have one, dear. I'm a computer."

"Oh?" Y/N was shocked, understandably so.

"Yes."

"We don't have that in my world."

"Yes, it's uncommon here as well. Are you ready to go do some tests?"

"Um, I guess so. Nice to meet you all."

Vision and Y/N walked out of the meeting room and started down the hallway.

Tony decided to pick up from where they left off. "So as I was saying,"

"Tony!" Steve yelled at him. "What are you doing?"

"Getting back to the meeting we were having?"

"We just had a girl pop through a portal in our closet, and you want to go back to the meeting?"

"Um, yeah. Vision's got her."

"Aren't you curious?"

"Not really."

"The first time something pops out of a portal and doesn't try to kill us, and you're not interested?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Dude, you're crazy. I'm going down to the lab to watch the tests." Scott jumped up from his seat and started making his way to the door.

"Yeah, me too." Steve and Sam stood up, and Bucky followed suit.

Soon enough, the whole team was exiting the conference room and following the path that Y/N and Vision had taken down to the labs. Tony eventually decided to follow them, because he didn't want to be alone.

They got down to the labs, and found Vision waiting in the hallway.

"They sent her to get changed," Vision explained as the team assembled. "If she's staying here for a while, we're going to have to get her some more clothes. I'm sure she doesn't want to stay in her work clothes the entire time."

"Yeah, I'll get Pepper to make arrangements." Tony said.

After a few minutes, Y/N stepped out of a room just off the hallway. She was wearing grey shorts and a black tank top, and nothing on her feet. She frowned as her bare feet hit the cold tile floor.

"Ugh, so cold. Alright, let's figure out where I'm from."

A nurse came and got her, and led her into another room just off the hallway. There was an observation window, and the team gathered around to watch the tests. They watched her as she jumped up on the table, and smiled at the nurse as she began to hook up wires and prep for a blood draw. Soon they would figure out just who this unexpected visitor was.

[currywaifu]

𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: you can have half 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: hyodo juza/reader 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: sfw 𝐰𝐜: 3.0k words, 2 images

𝐚𝐧: my first a3! fanfiction

He was in three of your classes. Three, and not once have you gotten the chance to talk to him! Granted, you never took the initiative either but after a few months, you’d think some kind of pair or group activity would pop-up to help you out.

The two of you were even in the class with the highly-acclaimed (by the student body) matchmaker professor, and either you were too subtle with your pining or weren’t interesting enough because not once has she tried to pair you up with him, or anyone for that matter.

Seriously, what does one have to do to get close to Hyodo Juza?

There wasn’t a particular moment you could pinpoint when you fell for Juza, but rather it was an accumulation of things that got you more and more attracted to him.

His cool and tough exterior first caught your attention, from the way he dressed to his purple hair. It didn’t help at all that he was extremely attractive to you.

Then you started noticing more things about him, like how polite he was to the professors, or the tiny smile he wore when he ate the anmitsu from the school canteen, or when that one upperclassman handed him some mochi, or when the photography-club senior gave him a box of pocky.

Juza being a sweets lover? Isn’t this what they call ‘gap moe’? Ahhh, your poor heart.

“That’s it!” You exclaimed to yourself excitedly, sitting up from your bed so quickly your head hurt slightly.

“I’ll give him some sweets as a conversation starter!”

Easier said than done.

“Isn’t it awkward to just give sweets out of nowhere to a guy?” You whined, hiding your face with your arms and laying your head down on the table. Your friends sighed for the nth time within the past hour, patting your head comfortingly as the two of them looked at you incredulously.

“It’s normal to confess feelings through sweets though?”

You jolted your head back up to look at the girl. “And who said I was gonna confess?”

The disbelief on their faces increased tenfold. “You’re not?”

Grimacing at the volume of their voices, you looked around to see if anyone was paying attention. By the history books section, you locked eyes with the librarian who paused putting back returned books to glare at your table, causing you to give an awkward smile in return.

Right, library. Inside voices.

“I wanna become friends with him first, but I’m too much of a wimp to even approach him huhu…” When the two girls don’t respond, you turn to the direction where they were staring straight ahead. A slight heat spread throughout your chest and into the roots of your hair.

“Omg, yankee Barney is here.” Choking on saliva, the speed at which you turned away probably gave you whiplash.

“I was gonna go with Dibo the Delinquent Dragon, but I like yours more.”

The two crackheads were stifling their laughter and looked like they were moments away from bursting out and getting themselves kicked out of the library. “Shut up! Let me wallow in my misery in silence.”

“Oh? Since when did Elmo get so dramatic?” Feeling your face heat-up and redden further, you stood up to leave.

“I’m gonna get strawberry milk from the vending machine, go talk shit without me.” You groaned, only staying long enough to hear them laugh as loud as they could without getting caught.

...

There was only one left, and you were the only one in line. How lucky was that? You waited for the machine to do its thing and drop the milk carton through the chute.

Except it wasn’t doing its thing. Odd. Should you stick your arm in the slot? Shake the machine? Kick or punch the glass? Ask someone for help? All of the above, in that order?

Fate had decided for you.

“You, do you need help?”

Holy holy holy-

Hyodo Juza was behind you! And he was talking to you!

Okay brain, here’s the game plan. Turn around, casually ask him for help, thank him, introduce yourself then continue the conversation from there!

Except you decided to make like the vending machine and malfunction.

“I- uh- yes? Please?”

Fuck, you probably sounded dumb. What kind of first impression is this? That response would probably get you intimacy points close to none. You went outside to cool down but weren’t the heat levels rising again?

He stared at you for a second, before quickly looking away and kicking the machine. Ahh, wasn’t that really cool? He crouched down, sticking his hand through the slot before handing you the carton.

“Strawberry milk…”

It looked like he was glaring for a second, but wasn’t he staring because he actually liked the flavour? He was holding out the drink to you, but you hastily pushed his palm back towards him.

“Thanks! You can keep it since you helped me with, you know. The machine! Okay, see you in class Ju-san!” You spoke quickly, before swiftly fleeing the premises.

Back in the library, you let your head fall down on the wooden surface. “You look like crap, what happened?” Letting out a pitiful whimper, you look up at them with a pout ready on your lips.

“He probably thinks I’m weird now…” The two girls exchanged a look with each other.

“Not that you aren’t, but what you do boi?”

“Ju-san…” He murmured quietly, palming the pink and white milk box in his hand. He sat in the dorm’s living room, wondering what he should do.

Juza’s seen you before in a couple of his classes. You always sat somewhere in the middle beside your friends, taking down notes and asking questions when needed. Other than the fact that you were a hard worker, he didn’t really know anything else about you.

Until the fateful encounter today.

At first, he thought you were scared of him from the way you froze up like a mannequin. Then you turned to him, not looking afraid but definitely a little faint and red-faced. Were you sick?

That didn’t explain how you just rushed off without your drink, and that odd nickname.

Ju-san.

Ju-san.

“Juza? Are you okay?” Flinching a bit, his eyes met with Omi’s concerned amber coloured ones.

“Omi-san, I’m fine…” He replied, doing little to convince Omi who proceeded to sit down next to him.

The strawberry milk was still sitting in the purple-haired boy’s hand.

“Are you not gonna drink that?” The brunet didn’t say it aloud, but both of them knew what he meant, ‘It’s not like you to just save it for later, so something’s up.’

“Someone gave it to me.” If the 4th year student was surprised, he sure didn’t show it. Instead, he gave a smile as if he knew this would happen eventually.

“And then? Why don’t you want to drink it then?” It probably wasn’t cold anymore if he had it since class hours.

“It’s not that… it feels…” Juza trailed off, looking for a word that would describe their chance meeting.

“Weird?” Omi supplied, but he shook his head. No, that wasn’t it.

“Sudden? Confusing?”

“Both of those, I think. Also, Ju-san…”

The brunet’s ears perked up at the nickname, almost believing he misheard it. Was this Ju-chan 2: Electric Boogaloo? Ah, Juza attracts cute people, doesn’t he? Can it be that cute people see through that toughness and see his softer side? It’s certainly true with Juza’s cousin.

“So they called you that, huh. Ju-san because Ju-sa sounds like Juza?”

Said person ignored him, unaware of the pink on his cheeks. Being a good mother senpai, Omi decided to help him out. Since Juza’s been delaying drinking the milk, he probably thought he didn’t deserve a free drink out of nowhere. That was an issue with a quick and easy fix.

“I’ll help you give them something in return on Monday.”

That was enough for Juza, who finally ripped the little plastic packet and poked the straw through the carton hole.

For a lukewarm drink, it tasted particularly good today.

You spent an hour last weekend praying to a couple deities that you could start over your first meeting with Juza. Not only that, but didn’t you end up calling him something weird?

You were walking to class when your friend leaned in closer, voice quiet so only you could hear. “Alert, yankee Barney is approaching. I repeat,”

“Don’t repeat.” You mumbled, not having the nerve to respond further, watching as he slowly neared you.

“Hyodo-san? Did you need something?” His mouth twitched at that, before handing you a purple tupperware.

“For last Friday. You can give the container back tomorrow.” You stared at the purple-haired man in shock, before accepting the gift.

“Thank you, Hyodo-san. I’ll be sure to enjoy it!” He lingered for a moment, waiting to see if you’d say something else, before nodding and walking past you and your friend.

Did that just happen?

You didn’t even realise your friend had stepped away from you until she came back running and shaking you with a magnitude strong enough to make a tree collapse.

“I thought you said he was gonna think you’re weird and shit! The fuck is this then?”

“Wait hoe I’m still shookt, let me check.”

Lifting the lid, the contents inside made your mouth water, and you wouldn’t be eating lunch for another 3 hours! Cookies! The torture of having to wait to consume them. Well, one couldn’t hurt?

Delicious! And the crisp, the size, the texture- all of them were to your liking.

“Hoh— isfh— so goo—“

“Oh look, there’s a note. While you’re greedily eating your heart out, let me read it.” Your friend pointed out, before unsticking it from the plastic lid.

“Juza felt bad for the free strawberry milk, so I helped him prepare something to show his thanks. I hope you enjoy. P.S. Ju-san? That’s cute.”

You almost choked, your friend wildly patting you on the back. “What’s this? A note from his mom or something?”

“Ju-ju-san…” You muttered in embarrassment. So he did pay attention to that! Not only that, but he even told someone about it? Well, that wasn’t your biggest worry right now.

“Isn’t this too much just for one strawberry milk? I have to find a way to repay him back!” Your friend narrowed her eyes at you, before shaking her head.

“Why do I feel like this is gonna be the start of a strange back-and-forth between the two of you?”

The next day, you handed him back the purple tupperware.

“Open it, it’s my favourite from the bakery two streets down.” You told him, doing your best to mask your shyness before walking away.

As soon as you left, Juza opened it to find a slice of red-velvet cheesecake and a disposable fork inside. He’ll eat it for dessert later. As he was about to close the lid, he noticed the cute sticky note designed like a strawberry.

Thank you for the cookies, they were really good! I passed by a bakery last night and thought you’d enjoy this!

You signed it off with your name, and he realised that he never knew it until then.

He said it quietly, testing out how it sounded.

He sighed, staring at the library door which you exited from.

The school canteen had some delicious milk bread, but don’t they sell strawberry shortcake on Wednesdays?

…

Wednesday, you delightfully ate a slice of strawberry shortcake which came with a plain white sticky note with nice calligraphy from Juza.

On Thursday, Tsuzuru found Juza eating dorayaki while reading something on a pastel blue paper.

Friday came, and the usual purple tupperware had two Castella cake slices and a lined paper, clearly ripped from his notebook, folded and taped to the lid.

Juza wondered if it would stop by next week and be handed an empty tupperware, but a surge of courage must have overcome you because Monday came with brownies and a note.

I don’t want you to keep ripping pages from your notebook. Do you have Inste? Discord? If you’re up for it, I can message you there instead. Otherwise, my number is…

He placed the paper with your socials somewhere he wouldn’t lose it.

...

Monday night arrived when you got a text from an unknown number.

This is Juza.

What a simple message, but somehow your heart fluttered. Your phone dinged again when you got a follow notification on Inste. Scrambling to follow him back and check out his posts, you didn’t know whether to laugh or be amazed when you saw that the posts there were purely promotional for MANKAI plays, some of which he wasn’t even in.

You took a screenshot of the image of him with the vest and purple tie and asked about the play.

It may not have been in person, but that marked the longest conversation you’ve had with Juza so far. Somehow the two of you went from talking about acting to food, to hobbies and complaining about teachers and before either of you knew it, it was midnight.

A couple days pass by and its Thursday night when people notice a change in Juza. Particularly, his phone habits.

“He’s not as bad as Itaru, Banri, and Kazunari but…” Tsuzuru trails off, looking at Omi who only seemed amused.

“He’s been spending a lot of time talking to someone is all.” The two of them turned their heads back to the first year as he let out a small laugh.

Three weeks in the food exchange and the two of you began having actual conversations in real life. It started when he handed you the purple tupperware, asking how you were and how your weekend was.

It somehow resulted in the two sitting together during classes, and having lunch together when Omi and Tsuzuru were busy.

You began to wonder who would break the streak.

You were running late. Maybe it was a bad idea to rush an essay worth a good chunk of your grade in the span of 8 hours, but somehow you managed to complete it at 3 am.

Thank god for online submissions. You wouldn’t be able to stand a noisy printer at this hour.

After plugging in your laptop and phone to make sure it would be fully charged before classes start later, you flop onto your bed to take a well-deserved rest.

When you woke up, it was 11 am.

Shit, you just missed a 3-hour lecture. Shit raised to the power of two Juza was in that class. Would he be worried that you weren’t there?

It looks like you’ll be the first to turn in an empty tupperware.

Still, you have a plan B prepared.

...

Juza was worried. When you messaged last night you hadn’t mentioned being sick at all. Had something happened? Sure, he didn’t get to message you that much over the weekend because of increasing practice hours but you’d definitely say something.

Omi and Tsuzuru eyed Juza as discretely as they could. No purple tupperware, no wonder he was upset. It went unsaid, but it clearly stopped being about the surprise desserts every other day and more about the person giving them.

“Ju-san!” An unfamiliar voice reached the former two’s ears, but the latter was clearly well acquainted with it based on his reaction. All three men turned around to see you, smiling and holding out Juza’s favourite food.

It was anmitsu with cream, specifically the one from the campus canteen.

“They wouldn’t let me put it in the tupperware, but will you accept it anyway?”

Did he look like he cared where the anmitsu was placed? Sure, it made him happy that despite skipping a class she still remembered to get him something, even more, his favourite dish, but…

“You didn’t show up to class a while ago.” Juza was frowning. You knew he usually gave off an angry disposition, but this was different.  

“Sorry, I was up ’til 3 am and forgot to turn on any alarms, haha.” He sighed.

“So the goodnight text then was-“

“A lie so you wouldn’t scold me for it, which obviously didn’t work in my favour.”

Having previously failed to notice the two upperclassmen, you turned to greet them, introducing yourself as Juza’s friend. “Sorry to disturb your lunch.”

Omi smiled. He introduced himself, as did Tsuzuru. So this was his troupe mate’s special friend. “Not at all. Have you eaten? You’re welcome to join us.”

Too tired to protest, you thanked him and sat down beside the purple-haired boy. “I just rushed here without eating, actually. Oh, I should probably get my lunch-“ You proceed to stand back up, but a firm hold of your arm from Juza stops you.

“You can have half.” He says, sliding a lunch set with a serving size you didn’t even know the university provided.

“What?”

“You slept through breakfast time, too. We can share.” He insisted, clearly not accepting no for an answer.

You take the unused chopsticks and begin to prod at the side dishes. “Fine, but now I owe you something. Should I get you banana milk from the vending machine?”

Juza looked away for a second, eyes hesitant as he glared at the anmitsu instead of you. When he looked back, he seemed to be filled with resolve.

“Then watch me… Autumn Troupe’s next upcoming play, I mean.”

For a moment you felt heat beginning to encompass your body, but quickly tried to shake it off. Of course Juza meant his acting.

“Obviously I’m watching it. Opening night and closing night, if I can help it.” You insisted. As if you would miss the chance to see him on stage. Sure, your massive crush on him wasn’t gonna go away any time soon, but to be able to see him do something he was extremely passionate about?

“Quick, help me finish lunch already so you can enjoy your anmitsu, Ju-san.”

...

The two of you somehow forgot the presence of Omi and Tsuzuru, both of whom were listening to your conversation intently.

“Then watch me? Seriously, lines like that can be interpreted…”

“I think we’ve become the third and fourth wheel, Tsuzuru.”

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[the-cashewpeia]

Worthy (Takamine Midori x Reader)

Fandom: Ensemble Stars

Genre: Fluff, comfort

Words count: 1829

Request:

Note: This fic has become longer than I expected (as always lol), but I hope you enjoy it! ^^

🌠

The sun was shining brightly as ever, as well as the birds that chirped the melodious tune to anyone who heard them. It was a beautiful day, indeed.

As long as you weren't on the run, just like now.

"You sure take your time, senpai."

It was the greeting you heard when you arrived in front of an amusement park, trying to catch your breath.

"Well... hello there, Midori!" You grinned. He didn't reply, but you could hear him sighed. With annoyance or relief, or maybe both? But what mattered was that he came in the first place.

"Should we head in?" A smile plastered on your face, you reached your hand to him, as you asked him to do the same without even saying anything. But he was just ignoring you, and went ahead of himself to the ticket booth.

"Here's your ticket." He handed you one of the wristband tickets, before trying to wear it by himself.

To be honest, he was struggling with his ticket. And seeing him scrunched his brow like that made the urges to help him grow bigger. After all, lending a hand to your loved one was a natural thing to do, right?

Gripping your ticket in one hand, you snatched his ticket and gave the aid he needed. "There should be it!" You cheerfully beamed.

A quick and soft 'thank you' could be heard, before he copied your last action. Shock painted over your face, but it melted down as soon as you recognized a splash of faint red over his cheeks.

*

"Midori, should we go there?"

"Hm... yeah...."

It was your first date with the tall boy and everything seemed to be set in place. The weather wasn't too hot and luckily, there weren't too many crowds despite it being the weekend.

Everything sounded perfect, but not with your partner.

Somehow, he was avoiding eye contacts and holding your hand. If it wasn't for you who took the action, people would accuse you two as a couple in a quarrel. In addition, you were the one who chose most of the rides and he just went along with it.

Actually, you were afraid that he would get bored at one point... Wait, wasn't he looked like that from the start?

You stole a glance at him when he was eyeing the rides you hadn't tried. Well, he seemed tired somehow and you should do something about it.

"Hey?" You nudged his arm, reverting his focus back on you. "Should we get a quick rest somewhere?"

He nodded, as he followed your trail to a nearby bench. And before he said anything, you asked him to wait and scurried to a nearby stall.

When you came back, with a cone of ice cream in each hand, you found him staring in awe at some mascot characters dancing in circles. He snapped out of his thoughts and quickly averted his gaze when he found you boring a hole on him.

"Please don't laugh at me, senpai." He turned his head to the opposite direction when he heard you giggling.

"Sorry, you're just too cute." Still trying to stop laughing, you sat beside him while handing him the ice cream.

You noticed him fidgeted in his seat. It was almost like you were seeing things, but his restless expression proved you wrong. You wanted to ask him, but at the same time, you felt unsure whether it was the right time or not.

Well, at least you should try.

"Midori, are you okay? Should we--"

His blue orbs widen, before showing his usual expression, "ah, don't worry. But thank you for your concern."

"Haha, sure...."

The awkwardness clouded the atmosphere around you, but you managed to beam a smile in hope Midori would do the same. It was a tall request, yes. And the taller boy didn't do as you expected. But still, you want to brighten the day when the two of you finally went out for your first date.

"Then... should we go around a little bit more?"

The two of you wandered around, checking other rides and games, also tasting the themed-snacks that sold almost in all corners of the park. It was when the sky turned orange, when you decided to end your date and go home.

And still, Midori seemed like he wanted to say something, but chose to hold it instead of saying that out loud.

If you were being honest, you were frustrated. You wanted to help him, to heave the burden from him. But since you didn't know about the problem he was dealing with, you didn't have a slightest idea of how to lend him a hand.

That was when you noticed a ride you never checked before: Love Boat. It was the common boat which had enough room only for a pair of people and needed to be pedalled. A little bit of a hassle, considering how tired you were from strolling the entire park. But, it felt like you should try it at least once.

"Senpai, you want to ride that?" His soft voice made you jolt, but you managed to answer his question.

You managed to laugh slightly, "no. After all, you're tired already, right? Let's just--"

Midori's brow furrowed, before he pulled you by the hand towards the ride area. On the other hand, you tried to rip his hand off of your wrist, but chose to stop in the end.

Even though he always seemed in low spirits, you could admit that he had more strength than you.

"This way, please!" A staff motioned you two to a boat, before helping you both and explaining about the route you would go across until the finish line.

It was quiet and peaceful. Maybe it was because not too many people around there or your partner just made his mind up to not break the tension. Anyway, different from other rides you had played with Midori, it was the one where you just sat there in silence. Just like him.

But, it was awkward, wasn't it?

"I'm glad we went on a date today." You coughed, tried to get his attention. "It does feel refreshing to go here once in a while."

"Hm..." He hummed. No other response after that.

The only sound you could hear at that moment were the water splashing and the wind gusting, blowing a lock of your hair. Your shoulders became heavy as if someone put a great weight on them.

"Midori, how about you?"

His eyes had a distant faraway look, like he was staring out to something he missed. 

"I...." The brunet heaved a sigh, before casted his eyes downwards or anywhere but your worried face. "I can't express how happy I am with words...."

He went on with how he couldn't sleep last night, after you reminded him about the date. How he was ecstatic to start the day that he was smiling from ear to ear, which was rare and shocking his entire family. How he couldn't suppress his face from flushing when his parents teased him--of course he chose not to say about the blushing part. And how he ended up coming to the promised place an hour earlier because he misread the time.

"Until now, I can't help but feeling happy whenever I remember the time when you asked me on a date."

By this second, his cheeks and ears were covered in rosy tint. And his hair did nothing to prevent you from seeing how red his face was.

But it didn't mean that you weren't blushing either. His honest words left a big impact that it showed all over your features.

You were more than happy when you heard those words left his mouth. But... Why did he still seem so depressed?

"I keep telling myself that this is real. But..." He balled his hands into fists. "I don't think I deserve you."

Ah, so that was why....

You expected that you would feel relieved when your brain was free from tangled threads of thoughts. But his unexpected reply proved you wrong.

"I'm not always positive and sometimes I...."

Well, maybe he was true. But you loved him not because he was a ball of sunshine or someone who could lift up the mood all the time.

Not only there, he kept mumbling his bad points. From his too tall figure to everything that actually was a good thing to have.

It made you fuming in rage. No one should belittle him and he was included in it. After all, he was your precious boyfriend and you would do anything to make him happy.

"I... sometimes I don't think before I talk." He huffed. But a second later, it turned to a surprised gasp.

Midori's clear blue eyes widened when he felt a pair of lips pressed on his cheek. It was so sudden that he stopped talking and touched the warm spot you left on his face.

"Stop talking like that!" You were sulking, literally far from delighted.

"Um... But I'm a person like that?" The poor boy was confused but it didn't mean that he had his negative thoughts stopped working.

Another kiss landed on his nose, and once again the crimson red painted over his features. While covering his face, he shouted loudly.

"I'm just a person like that!"

You couldn't take it anymore, that you were forced to rip his hands off of his face.

"Midori." A kiss on the cheek. "You're." Another kiss landed on his forehead. "Worthy." Another one on the other cheek.

His face was burning with embarrassment, but he couldn't take his eyes off of you. Not with your palms pressed on his red cheeks.

"And you can't prove me otherwise."

At last, you pressed your lips on his. It was... sweet? The second you almost recognized the taste of the first kiss, the boat was tumbling over and sent you both into the water. Loud splash drowned your panicked screech, as Midori enveloped your smaller figure in a protective manner.

Luckily, the water wasn't that deep. It reached Midori's waist when the two of you were standing in the narrow pool designated as a river for the boat's path. But still, it was deep enough to make you drenched from head to toe.

Just when he helped you to your feet, a soft snicker could be heard. You turned your head only to find your light brown haired boyfriend laughing and soon it was contagion on you.

As the chilly afternoon breeze brought your laughter with it, the two of you were smiling from ear to ear, already forgetting about the wet clothes that clung to your forms.

You were sure that you wouldn't forget the awful end of your first date with Midori.

And so was he. His beautiful smile was a clear proof that he felt the same way as you.

"Thank you... for inviting me today...."

[apoguecalledjj]

Fixation (Chapter 6)

Series summary: Eleanor is new to the outer banks, and the pogues are quick to take her in. But so are the kooks, and as she grows closer with Rafe, trouble emerges. Trying to balance her relationship with the pogues and the kooks, as well as dealing with her own personal problems, Eleanor falls into a hole she may not be able to dig herself out of.

Chapter Word Count: 3366

Chapter Warnings: mentions of addiction and drug use

Previous Parts: Ch. 1  Ch. 2  Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6

Taglist: @prejudic3 @maragritatimebaybee @drewxxrudy @outerbankslove @bricksatanakinswindow @alexa-playafricabytoto 

Rafe made it clear that he did not want Ellie hanging out with the pogues. When he woke up the day after their argument, he started another one, yelling at her once again. She only managed to calm him down by promising him that he would stay away from them. Even though Ellie was beginning to become scared of her boyfriend after their physical altercation, she still didn’t keep her promise. Living with a crazy, drug-addicted mom had taught her a lot about sneaking around and she was putting those skills to good use. Rafe was spending a lot of time with Topper and Kelce anyway, which made it easy. She had been hanging out with the pogues a lot. To be honest, she only went to Rafe’s every couple of nights to get high and have sex. He seemed content, now and then he would accuse her of avoiding him but once the cocaine got into him it was always forgotten about. Currently, Ellie was sat on the dock by the chateau. John B and Sarah sat across from her, Kiara and JJ on either side and Pope in the hammock a couple of feet away. It was a beautiful day, but for some reason, they had decided against swimming and instead had spent the morning sitting around, drinking beer and complaining about being bored. JJ had his arm draped loosely over Ellie’s shoulders. She had expected his friendliness to change once he found out she was dating Rafe, but he never faltered. She always brushed it off, because JJ flirts with everyone, but she couldn’t pretend that she didn’t notice the way he had stopped drifting away to tourists at parties or how John B and Pope constantly teased him and asked him if he was okay. According to them, he hadn’t gone this long without getting laid or even kissing a girl in over a year. Thinking that JJ might actually be seriously flirting with her made her stomach twist in a way she tried to ignore. Ellie knew Rafe wouldn’t be impressed with the way JJ was treating her, especially since she wasn’t meant to be hanging out with him at all. Yet, she never pushed him away or asked him to stop, because secretly, she enjoyed it. “Ellie, you never did mention what brought you to the outer banks,” Pope mentioned, looking at her from where he was in the hammock. “Is Travis your mom's brother or your dad's?” JJ could feel her tense underneath his arm, and he gently squeezed her shoulder. Besides her aunt and uncle, he was still the only person on the island to know her secret, she hadn’t even told Rafe. Not that Rafe cared enough to even ask. “uh,” She mumbled, looking down and picking at the skin around her fingernails. She hated hiding things from the pogues, they were so nice and open with her, and she did feel like they deserved to know. She trusted them. But it had always been hard for her to talk about, no matter who with. Not to mention it brought her mind right back to the fact that she was falling right into her mother’s footsteps. The scariest part was she didn’t care enough to change it. Ellie was already in too deep. JJ leaned over slightly, so his lips were near her ear. “Don’t feel like you have to tell them, El.,” He assured. “They’re not pushy. They’ll understand.” Ellie nodded, but she knew it was time to finally let them know. All of her new friends were looking at her, eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and sympathy. She continued to pick at her fingers, preparing herself to possibly change her friend's opinion of her. “It’s a bit hard for me to talk about,” She started. Her brain was flicking through memories like photographs. The day her little sister was born. Birthday parties. Vacations. Her mom, healthy and happy. First days of school. Then, as the timeline continued, less of her mom. More of Ellie taking care of her sister. Her mom stumbling home late with men Ellie didn’t trust around her sister. Needles left lying around that she was left to dispose of. Getting eviction warnings. Quitting sports to get a job. She didn’t even realize she was crying until JJ reached up and gently brushed a tear away. She sniffled, quickly wiping her eyes. There was no need for them to see her cry. “It’s okay, Ellie, you don’t have to tell us. We don’t mind.” Kiara spoke softly, smiling at her gently. She shook her head, continuing to speak. “My mom is a drug addict.” It felt like a weight was left off her chest, just letting that one piece of information out. She didn’t look up, had no intentions of locking eyes with any of the pogues. She could imagine well enough how they were looking at her. “She lost her job. It got worst and worst. I was terrified we would end up homeless. I had to give up all my after school activities, I got a job and worked as much as I could. I was selfish, I know I should have told someone or asked for help, but I was terrified of getting separated from my sister. I didn’t want to lose Sadie. She’s only 9.” Ellie choked up at the mention of her sister. JJ rubbed her back slowly, trying his best to soothe her even though he understood that probably wasn’t possible. “Eventually it got too much. My grades were dropping. I almost failed my junior year. Mom was spending more time at home instead of at other houses, and she brought men with her. I didn’t feel comfortable leaving Sadie in that house. I was scared something would happen to her. “I called DCS. I fucking called DCS on my own mother,” She sobbed out. This was the most she had ever told anyone. “They came to take my sister. They had contacted her dad, a man she didn’t even know, and he decided to fight for custody. It was short, because of the situation, and he won. She went with him. I went with uncle Travis, even though I begged to stay home. I needed to take care of my mom. She needed me.” JJ pulled Ellie even closer as her body shook with the sobs overcoming her. Sarah and John B were frozen in shock, John B had suspected something had happened for her to come here that she was uncomfortable talking about, but this wasn’t what he expected. Kiara grabbed her hand, squeezing it slightly. “They promised me I’d hear from my sister. That we would stay in contact. I haven’t heard from her yet. I don’t even know who her fucking father is, cause my mom was a goddamn slut and we had different dads. Surprised she only ended up with two kids.” The anger in her voice quickly shifted back to sadness. “I don’t even know what happened to my mom,” Ellie whimpered. “She might be dead.” “They wouldn’t let anything happen to her, El,” JJ reassured her as she sobbed into his chest. “She’s getting the help she needs.” “I just wish they’d let me know,” Ellie muttered. “Uncle Travis refuses to talk about her.” Kie wrapped her arms around Ellie. “I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve to go through that.” Sarah shifted over and joined the hug as well. “I’m sure you’ll hear from your sister soon.” Before long, Pope and John B had joined as well, and the six of them sat on the dock, huddled together in a group hug around Ellie, as her sobs slowly quieted and her body stopped shaking, comforted by her friends. --- Rafe had dragged Ellie to a party, but it wasn't on the beach like she was used to. Instead, she was at some random kook's house, music vibrating the wall and way too many unfamiliar faces. Pogues weren't welcome at these parties, Rafe told her. She wasn't stupid, she knew they stopped going to the Boneyard because her friends were there. He was dragging her here so she would be away from them. But his plan failed, because only an hour after they got there, there were shouts and whoops from the front door. The pogues were crashing the party, and Ellie had never been more glad to see some faces she knew. The party had been dull so far, and now there might be some excitement. Rafe’s eyes narrowed, glancing between his girlfriend next to him and the four pogues he noticed her staring at. It angered him, he could tell she longed to go talk to them. Her eyes were fixated on JJ specifically. God, Rafe hated that guy, hated the way Ellie seemed to be obsessed with him. That would have to be dealt with. JJ turned and finally noticed Ellie. “We should go say hi!” He said to John B, his eyes locked on the beautiful girl across the room. He didn’t notice it, but his smile grew wider. John B shook his head. “No man, are you crazy? She’s with Rafe.” JJ hadn’t noticed Rafe until John B pointed him out, standing right next to Ellie. She looked slightly uncomfortable, tense, and Rafe looked unhappy, angry even, his eyes slowly scanning the room. So JJ just waved at her instead, not being able to help himself. He saw her slight smile as she moved her hand to wave back, but Rafe grabbed her arm before she could lift it. JJ could tell he was holding Ellie too hard, he saw her wince at his grip. Rafe’s lips were moving angrily, but JJ was too far away to pick out what was being said. “John B he’s hurting her,” JJ said, turning to his best friend, but the brunet was nowhere to be seen. He glanced back at where Ellie was but the spot was now empty, the girl he cared so deeply about, and the boy who was hurting her gone. He glanced around, looking for any signs of her, but there were too many people at the party and whichever kook lived here had a huge house. Rafe’s hand grasped Ellie’s arm tightly. “Stop fucking staring at the pogues,” He sneered in her ear, quiet enough that no one could hear. “You’re here with me, alright? I don’t need my girl being seen with those fucking dirtbags.” He pulled back a bit, loosening his grip. Ellie stared at him with wide eyes, shocked that he would get so angry in public. “Come on now, baby,” He said, softer now. “Let’s go get the fun started.” He dragged her into a room just down the hallway, where multiple kooks she didn’t recognize were sat around a table covered in lines of white powder. Her body finally relaxed at the sight of the drug in front of her, she was eager to get across the room and lean down to the table. She tore away from Rafe, and before long, Ellie was bent over the table with the rest of them, a dollar bill rolled and assisting her in snorting the drug. She sighed happily, the feeling she missed and craved for finally coming back to her. All the conflict from Rafe was forgotten as he sat next to her and wrapped an arm around her, leaning down to do a line of his own. JJ quickly found his friends and a beer and tried his best to relax and enjoy himself, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Ellie had looked so upset, Rafe so angry, and he feared what the boy might do to her in a state of anger. “Guys I think we should go look for Ellie,” He mentioned to Pope and Kiara. John B and Sarah were off god knows where probably doing things no one wanted to think about. "JJ, she's with Rafe and you know how that'll end. I'm sure she's fine." Pope assured JJ. "I'm worried though, Rafe looked angry at her earlier. We don't have to talk to her, I just want to know where she is." He told the two. "Please," he added on after. "Okay fine," Kie gave in. "But just to find where she is. We are not talking to her. And don't make it obvious that we're looking for her, especially to Rafe." The three made their way around the party, squeezing around various kooks who did not seem too impressed by the pogues. They poked their head into room after room, praying that they wouldn't come across a couple having sex. Ella wasn't in the bathrooms, and she definitely wasn't still out at the party. Pope drifted down a hallway and stopped outside an open door. "Oh fuck," He muttered, leaning slightly against the wall. "Fuck. Fuck." "What? What is it?" JJ rushed over to where Pope was standing, Kiara not far behind. But Pope had no need to answer because the two could easily see what he had: Ellie sat around a table with half a dozen kooks, the surface in front of her scattered with cocaine. JJ prayed that Ellie was just there with Rafe, that she would know better than to get caught up in that, but all his prayers went out the window as he watched her grab the dollar bill from Rafe's hand and bend down. Kiara's breath hitched in her throat. "Oh, Ellie," She mumbled. We have to do something, guys." Pope said, moving towards the door. "No." JJ, of all people, held Pope back. "Look at how effortless she does it. The smile on her face. No one is pressuring her, I don't think this is her first time. If we rush in there telling her off, we just risk getting beat to shit by Rafe and his friends. We'll talk to her tomorrow after she works." Pope and Kiara nodded and turned, making their way back to the party. But JJ stayed just a minute longer, his heartbreaking as he watched Ellie fall in the steps of her mother. --- JJ didn’t wait until after work. The moment Ellie walked through the door, ready to clock into her shift, he jumped up. “Hey JJ!” She said excitedly, but her smile faltered when she noticed he didn’t match her energy. “Is something wrong?” “Yeah, somethings wrong,” JJ told her, sitting back down at the table with Pope, John B, and Sarah. Ellie scraped her brain, trying to figure out what this could be about. But she came up empty-handed, she couldn’t figure out what the pogues wanted to talk to her about. Kiara made her way out from behind the counter to the table they were sitting at. “Come on.” She motioned for Ellie to sit down with them. “Work can wait.” Kiara’s eyes looked stressed, and a quick glance at JJ and she could tell he hadn’t slept, dark bags under his eyes. Ellie pulled out a chair and sat down with them, fiddling nervously with her fingers under the table. She chewed at her lip until she tasted blood, her mind racing with possibilities of what was about to occur. “We saw you last night at the party,” Pope said softly. Ellie screwed up her face in confusion. She knew they had seen her, JJ had even waved. “After we got there,” Kiara added, sensing her confusion. “You were in a room.” Finally, everything fell together for Ellie. The pogues had seen her doing cocaine. They knew. Her breathing quickened, her hands beginning to shake slightly. They were never supposed to find out, and now here she was, five pairs of eyes staring at her with sadness, sympathy, and disappointment. She pushed back her chair harshly, standing up. “I don’t want to have this conversation.” John B, who had been sat on the left of her, grabbed her wrist softly. “Ellie, we want to help you.” He and Sarah had been filled in the night before, and even though they didn’t physically see it, they were just as shocked as the other three. “I don’t need your guys help.” Ellie took a step back. “It’s just cocaine.” “I know you’re smarter than that, Ellie. It’s not ‘just cocaine’. You have a history of addiction in your family. Do you really want to end up like your mom?” Pope asked, but that was the wrong thing to say. Ellie scoffed and turned on her heels, not wanting anything to do with the five people behind her right now. “I’m not my fucking mom.” She stormed across the room, letting the door slam on her way out. “Good job Pope!” JJ shouted before jumping up to go after her. Kiara went to get up too but JJ put out his hand, “No, stay there. I got this.” JJ found Ellie outside, leaned up against her uncle's truck. Tears were silently streaming down her face. Now that he knew about her usage, he was angry with himself for not knowing something was up sooner. Her nostrils were red and irritated, and she had lost weight in only the few weeks she had been here. Her hands were always shaking and her mood swings were quite severe, but JJ had always brushed that off as PMS. “El,” He mumbled quietly, reaching her side. “I’m not in the mood to be yelled at, JJ,” She muttered, shifting her body away from him. “I’m not gonna yell at you.” He grabbed her shoulder lightly and turned her so she was facing him. “I’m just worried about you, okay? I’m not mad.” Ellie nodded slowly, before breaking out into a sob. “I’m sorry, JJ,” She leaned her body into him, her face buried in his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. “I fucked up, I know but Rafe is always doing it. I didn’t think it would hurt. I didn’t think it would be a big deal. But now I can’t stop and JJ I’m so scared because I really don't want to end up like my mom and-” JJ cut her off. “Hey, El, shhh. It’s okay. We’re gonna help you, okay? You’re not gonna end up like your mom. You’re stronger than that, okay? It’s okay,” He gently kissed the top of her head, her sobbing getting quieter and her shaking slowing. “I’m sorry, JJ,” Ellie said, pulling back to look at him. her eyes were red and puffy, she looked so sad, and nothing could have broken his heart more. He hated to see her like this. “You’ve barely known me for three weeks and this is what you have to deal with. I don’t expect you to help, JJ.” “Of course I’m going to help you.” “Why?” Ellie couldn’t figure out why anyone would want to deal with her. “Because I’m falling in love with you, El. You make me feel things, things I’ve never felt before. I care about you, so, so fucking much and seeing you hurt like this is tearing my heart apart. Seeing you get better is the only thing I want to see.” Ellie smiled softly. “You really mean all that?” JJ nodded. “I do.” Neither of them knew who leaned in first, but their lips were pressed together. It felt right, this wasn’t how Ellie felt when she kissed Rafe, this was better. JJ’s arm wrapped around her waist lightly, his other hand gently stroking her cheek with his thumb. He bit her bottom lip softly and she opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to slip in. They could have stayed like that forever, Ellie’s hand tangled in JJ’s hair as she leaned up against the truck for support. But footsteps heading towards them quickly and they pulled apart, smiling at each other for just a second. But when Ellie turned to see who was coming, the smile fell quickly. Rafe was stood, just a couple feet away, a glare on his face, aimed more at JJ than Ellie. “Ellie, you want to explain to me what the fuck is going on?”

[oikoik]

the color of a bruise (part two)

warnings; cursing, pretty vanilla so far tbh

word count; 1626

a/n; can I please just say how much I love Ennoshita,, like he seriously doesn’t get enough love and support

(8:34pm, Karasuno Headquarters, Daichi's Office)

"She isn't cut out for this."

"It's not like she has much of a choice."

"The girl never asked for this lifestyle, she did what she thought was right. You can't punish her for that, Sawamura."

The tension in room was palpable. Daichi stood with his shoulders leaned against the wall. His sharp gaze was on where Ennoshita stood across his desk. The two held their silent pissing contest until Daichi let out a dejected sigh.

"Yes, but that Good Samaritan act just landed her a one way ticket into this mess."

"But-"

Ennoshita's reoccurring concern was cut short when another voice spoke in to reason. "If Daichi didn't find her, you know they would have…" Suga was sat in one of the chairs by the desk, his long legs crossed and a look of genuine speculation etched into the soft wrinkles of his forehead. "Besides, she saved two of our recruits, we owe her for that much... And we might as well use any of her abilities since she’ll be with us for awhile."

"But what does she even have to offer? All we know is that she can aim a can of fucking mace, it's practical to assume she has no real training,"Ennoshita's hands came to rub across his jaw, the uncertainty of the situation as a whole left him on edge. If there was one thing Ennoshita didn't like, it was unidentified liabilities.

"We'll figure it out as we go, but I'm not leaving her to be killed by them. She saved two of ours, so now we save her."

Daichi spoke with such a firmness that Ennoshita knew, even if he wanted to rebuttal the claim, the use of furthering the debate would be useless. He made his decision.

It was huge. So much larger than any house you had ever stepped foot into before. Your brain didn't allow you to gawk, however. It was far too focused on the adrenaline still pumping through your veins as the account of the previous hour circulated through your memory like a broken tape.

A job, a job, a job.. Maybe they need something fixed? What the hell could you fix?... No.. Maybe a secretary! You can type! But what use would they have for secretary?.. Shit! What did they want from you?

You were scattered, your mind a jumbled mess of paranoid delusions and worst case scenarios. This wasn't good, no. But you had to keep a level head if it were to take a turn for the worse.

You cast a watchful glance towards the boy who stood at the corner of the couch. From where you sat you could see that he was in fact one of the boys you had stumbled upon that fateful night. Under proper lighting, he looked cute. His freckled face and kind eyes made you feel a bit more at ease the longer you were forced to wait. You had tried to subtly get his attention through gestures, fearful to make any noise in the otherwise silent mansion, but his eyes remained glued to the floor in an unblinking stare.

That effort had been abandoned after your fourth attempt. You closed your eyes, willing the entire house to vanish when you opened them again. If you had any such abilities, they were clearly against you tonight. When you had reopened your eyes, you nearly yelped at the new additions to the room.

Sat on the pristine white sofa across from you sat a man with neatly style silver hair. Beside him was another man of larger stature and dark eyes. He watched you with a searching stare. You were so caught in keeping your guard up that your heart skipped a beat when the silver-haired man spoke,

"Relax, we aren't going to hurt you."

The dark-haired fellow softened his gaze as he rested his elbows atop his knees. "What's your name? Your full name."

"Y/N L/N." You cringed at the sound of your own voice. It sounded broken and afraid--and while that may be the case, you'd prefer to not have your captors be aware of your current state.

"Okay, Y/N, tell me what you're thinking."

The scoff you let out was second nature. Were you the only one who realized how batshit insane this whole thing was? Most likely. "I think this is a sick game you're playing. Saying you won't hurt me just to build up my trust, and then when I least expect it, you'll have me begging for a life that was never promised." Somehow, despite the racing heart inside your ribcage, you looked up to make eye contact with the brunet.

What shocked you was that despite the chiseled features of his jaw and muscular frame, his eyes were soft as they looked at you. "I can assure you, we have no intention of bringing you any harm. I am a man of my word, and if you would like, I can explain everything in detail."

"I just want to go home."

"I'm afraid that won't be possible, Miss L/N."

Your heart nearly exploded in your chest. You hadn't noticed the third person enter. He was of average height and build, with dark ebony hair combed neatly away from his forehead. His features were colder, more serious than the other two. You didn't like the way he looked at you as if you were the cause for all his troubles.

But then again, maybe you were.

With wide eyes, you stared at the men on the couch as panic thrummed in your veins. The brunet leaned closer towards you, the palm of his hand was opened as if he were gesturing for a wild animal to calm down. "Relax, I can explain what's going to happen, but you need to settle down first."

Although oppositions nested in your brain, you willed yourself to find any last shreds of composure. You prayed they failed to notice the tremor of your hands as you clutched them tightly in your lap. You gave a small nod.

"My name is Daichi. These are my associates, Suga and Ennoshita. We work in a… taboo field of business. The two boys you had met a few night ago, Hinata and Yamaguchi, also work for me. Does this make sense so far?"

You gave him an uncertain glance, but nodded nonetheless.

"The man that had cornered Hinata and Yamaguchi works for a different… business, and he had real intent to do harm to them. Thankfully, though, you acted with bravery and helped them escape. However…" He paused.

You didn't like the way he paused. Your eyes searched his features for any giveaways. The rationale in your brain told you to dig deeper, demand to know why he was so hesitant about telling you these things, what any of this has to do with you. But your tongue was glued in your mouth, and what came out was the voice of someone defeated, "However?..."

"Because of your actions, you now have a target over your head as well."

In that moment, your heart seemingly ceased to beat. The breath in your lungs dissipated and your mind went white as the words sank in. "What- what the hell does that mean?" You feared you already knew the answer.

"It means, whether you want to believe it or not, you're wanted by one of the most powerful gangs in Japan."

You weren't sure who had said it. Most likely Ennoshita, but your mind was only able to make out two words; wanted and gangs.

Your eyes burned. It took a moment before you realized tears were falling down your cheeks. You didn't rub them away, you didn't try to hide. You merely felt. Felt the coolness of them as they rolled like rain down a window. Felt the hole in your chest become a gaping void. Felt as your world seemingly fell apart.

It was weak, a plea for help, for stability or support. It came from the deepest parts of you, and it was pathetic, "What have I done?..."

Daichi stood from where he sat to kneel in front of your slouched figure. His hands were large, they could easily grab onto you and put you out of whatever misery was coming your way, but instead, they were gentle as his calloused fingers laid atop your own. "I gave you my word that your safety is in the hands of me and my men. You saved two of mine, so now we will save you. Deal?"

When you managed to meet his gaze, you found warmth in the browns of his eyes, a deep level of comfort you never expected had you nodding solemnly.

You notice out of the corner of your eyes that the boy from earlier had reappeared. When he left, you never noticed. But now, his eyes finally looked at you. In them, you saw the same glimpses of sympathy etched into his features. You were quick to look away.

"Yamaguchi is going to take you to your room. You'll be staying here until it's safe for you to return home. I'll send someone to your apartment for clothes in the morning. Go get some rest. We’ll discuss everything else in the morning."

Being told you would have a bed to sleep in was easily the best news you had received all day. You didn't pay any attention to the vast interior of the mansion or hallways as you trailed behind Yamaguchi. You didn't take in any details of the room as you entered, either. Your body merely floated from one place to the next until you were asleep on a mattress that was far too soft for a place so cold.

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Safe - Chapter Two

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Hello, damn, that was one hell of a night, huh? I'm so glad that I managed to get this chapter done because I have to study alllllll weekend long for my test on Tuesday (and work on my project that is due Thursday).

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and I hope to see you next time!

Note: Ignore any remaining spelling or grammatical errors. I am far too tired to catch them all of them, so I will likely be editing in the morning and will catch them once I wake up.

So, let’s just pretend that we (and by we, I mean, me) are all not seething with rage directed towards Arthur’s dad. (I’m flying to France tonight to fight him, who is WITH ME!)

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Robbe.

It was the only thing that Sander could think of as he sat at his desk. He had finally managed to get his art room completely how he had wanted it. After he had managed to unpack the remains of his clothes that had been abandoned the night before by Britt’s insistent calling and (later) a flight to, and from, a pool, Sander had settled down to work on the gift for Arthur (he finally had all the signs for it, not that he blamed Noée, she was a busy woman) and now he could get down to work on how to start it out. Or, at the very least, something in his stack of commissions.

But, as he sat with a blank sheet of paper in front of him, his mind was dry of any inspiration or ideas on what to do. He couldn’t even picture any of it at all, even with the photos of the signs on his phone, sent to him through Eliott.

Because all he could think of was Robbe. 

He was all-consuming like a wildfire that had encompassed Sander’s entire brain. His fingers itched to hold him again, to send out a message telling him to hurry up, because he just wanted to be there to hold him in his arms, kiss him senseless. But, Sander knew that Robbe was in his test (Sander had sent him a good luck text before, free of any flirtatious teasing in an effort to not distract him) and he felt like his brain might explode from being completely, irrevocably consumed with Robbe. 

What was it his high school art teacher used to say?

Don’t hold it in. Just let it all out. Then, you’ll be able to focus. 

Sander picked up his pencil and drew. 

He drew what he wanted, what he needed, the curve of the face forming within a matter of minutes, barely visible on the white paper. It was so easy to draw it, Sander realized, his phone turned down, the memory of Robbe engrained in his mind. The photo from the warehouse, him beneath the waves, on the edge of the pool, in the alley, outside his house, all of it came flooding into Sander’s mind, coursing through his fingertips as he drew. He drew until his hand was cramped and there was a rough sketch on the page. 

Robbe amidst a heart-shaped hole in a wall, the middle of an explosion that was waiting to happen, in his mind, in his heart.

His mind buzzed with recognition, at Robbe’s texts from earlier. 

Chernobyl.

As if summoned by the power of Sander’s thoughts, his phone buzzed against the surface of his desk, causing him to jump in his seat, and he flipped over to the phone to see who had sent him the text message, relishing in the way that his chest glowed. Robbe. 

I’m downstairs, outside the gate. Come let me in. Please 🥺

Without even realizing an hour and a half had passed and now Robbe was here. Sander’s heart thumped expectantly in his chest as he leaped up from his chair, sending him a text to let him know that he was on his way down. Picking up the sketch of Robbe in Chernobyl, he filed it in his blue folder, the one that he kept all of his personal sketches, before moving out of the art room, grabbing his keys, and headed outside. 

The elevator ride down was too slow, but it was worth it to see Robbe there, waiting patiently at the iron gate, shifting from one foot to the other, his thumbs idly playing with his phone. Sander bit down on his lip as he approached, trying to stop the need to throw himself at Robbe. He was dressed in a brown jacket with a hoodie and t-shirt beneath it, all seemingly engulfing his figure, and a pair of jeans that did the same. Today, he wasn’t wearing a beanie which might’ve been a good thing because Sander wouldn’t have been able to hold back. 

He needed to be cautious because he didn’t know if she was around… and the last thing Sander wanted was for Robbe to get hurt for being with him. 

Once Sander opened the gate, Robbe looked up and beamed at him, brilliantly, infectiously, captivatingly, “Hey!” 

“Hey,” Sander spoke, grinning. He extended his hand and Robbe took it, their hands fitting together easily. Sander tugged him inside the courtyard, closing the door before leading him into the apartment building. He could tell that there was a silent question in Robbe’s grip, following him into the apartment and across the lobby to the elevator. Sander ran the pad of his thumb across Robbe’s knuckles, relishing in the feeling of his hand in his, and tugged him into the elevator after everyone who was inside spilled into the lobby. 

Once the doors were closed and they were alone with the number 6 lit up, Sander couldn’t hold himself back any longer, turning towards Robbe, grabbing him by the chin and angling his face up so their lips could slot together, easily and efficiently. Robbe let out a noise of surprise, still clinging to his hand, but the other reached up, clinging to Sander’s bicep, pulling him closer against him, making the kiss deeper. Sander ran his fingers through Robbe’s hair, feeling the gentle pull of the elevator lifting them upward. Once the elevator began to slow, Sander pulled away, resting his hand against Robbe’s chest.

Robbe whined.

“I know, I know,” Sander replied, probably sounding as desperate as Robbe felt. “But, this is our stop.”

Robbe sighed, a grin forming on his features as he looked up at Sander with half-lidded eyes. The elevator stopped, the doors opening, and he gestured towards the door. “Alright. Lead the way.” Sander grinned, pulling Robbe along as he fished his keys from his pocket. Robbe waited patiently as Sander slotted his key into the lock of his apartment, opening the door, stepping inside, and tugging him after him. The living room was still covered in moving boxes, on his couch and coffee table, and Robbe sent him a grin. “I thought you were talking about unpacking.” 

“I got all my clothes unpacked, but I decided to move onto commissions.”

“Oh? How did that go?”

“Not good, I didn’t get any work done,” Sander admitted. Robbe smiled, understanding on his features as he toed off his shoes by the front door, next to Sander’s Docs and the shoes he had just taken off, dropping his backpack beside them and then draping his jacket over it. Sander needed to get the hook from his old apartment back up, and the small table that he used to place his keys, so that way Robbe had a place to put his stuff when he came over. 

When he came over… 

Sander grinned and Robbe turned. 

“What?” 

“Nothing,” Sander remarked, stepping closer to him. Robbe’s eyes flickered down to his lips, his eyes blatantly honest in his want for the bleach-blond, and Sander relished in the thought of having that much of an effect on him. But, then Sander’s eyes caught sight of the flash of gold and he turned Robbe’s head to stare at the single stud in his ear. “Huh… I knew I didn’t imagine that metallic taste.”

Robbe chuckled, shaking his head and wrangling free of his grip. “What did you think that you made it up?” 

“We did have a couple of beers and other assortments of alcohol in our system, did we not?”

Robbe let out a sigh. “True.” He swallowed, stepping towards him. “Is there anything else that you think that you might’ve imagined?”

“Wait, there's one more thing…”

Robbe raised his head, tilting his head up, trying to get them to kiss again, to bring their lips together slow and agonizing like in the elevator, and Sander could feel himself vibrating with want and need to have Robbe, as much of Robbe as the brunet was willing to give him and relish every piece of him that was offered. But, he also couldn’t help the teasing bone in his body, the one that wanted to see Robbe’s exasperated face and I can’t believe you in his expression that seemed to stick with Sander all last night. 

And, so, Sander grabbed Robbe by the shoulders, twisting him around and pushing him towards the kitchen with a quick movement. Without even seeing his eyes, he knew that Robbe’s eyes were rolling back in his skull with his weight shifting against Sander’s hands. “Ah, you wanted the grand tour! Here, I’ll show you around.” 

And, to his credit, Robbe was a trooper. 

He let Sander lightly manhandle him around the apartment taking everything in as Sander tugged him from room-to-room, showing him rooms that were mostly covered in boxes and few items of personal value. When Sander showed him the art room, Robbe stepped inside, his eyes flickering all over the room, taking it all in. The walls of the room were covered with photographs and paintings that he had done over the years, some he had posted online, others that he kept to himself, and Robbe’s eyes darted over the room, taking it all in. 

His eyes lingered on the window, where thick black curtains hung. 

“It can double as a darkroom,” Sander spoke, stepping closer to him. Without thinking, other than the fact that he wanted to, Sander reached up, running a hand through Robbe’s hair, the brown strands flitting between his fingers. He grinned brightly when he spotted Robbe’s eyes fluttering closed, his head tilting back into the palm of his hand. “The one at my other apartment was a little bigger. But, it’ll do just fine.”

Sander dropped his hand to his shoulder, pulling Robbe back against his chest and catching him when they collided together. The brunet let out a surprised breath, half a laugh, as Sander wound his arm around his shoulders, holding him against his chest and guiding him out of the art room, towards the final room in the apartment, and the only one that had been somewhat started in terms of clean up.

Robbe chuckled. “Ah, I see. This was all a ploy to get me in the bedroom.”

“Yes,” Sander whispered, his lips brushing against the folds of Robbe’s ear. He heard Robbe let out a soft noise and gulped, his hand reaching up to place over the hand on his chest. Sander twisted his hand, so their fingers intertwined together, gripping tightly to Robbe’s hand. “As long as I have the bed up, I’m able to sleep and not have to sleep beneath my desk again.” He nipped at Robbe’s ear before pulling back, moving from the bed. Robbe let out a sigh. Sander grinned, moving towards the box that contained his movies. “So, what do you want to do? Watch a movie? I’ve got a little bit of everything and a Netflix account.”

Sander sat on the bed as Robbe let out a groan. Sander glanced up at him as Robbe rocked from one foot to the other. “You’re such a tease.”

The resulting grin covered Sander’s face completely. “If you think that I’m teasing, that means you’re definitely expecting more.”

Robbe rolled his eyes again, obviously as he crossed his arms across his chest, stepping closer to the bed where Sander was sitting. 

As soon as he was close enough, Sander reached out, hooking his fingers into the belt loops of his jeans, pulling him closer. Sander had only intended for Robbe to stand between his legs to look up at him, but Robbe wasn’t having it. He stepped onto the bed, straddling his waist and briefly towering over him. Sander watched him, tilting towards him because he couldn’t help it, his hands settling down on the younger man’s thighs. Robbe settled down on his lap, Sander’s mind swirling briefly with the possibilities. One of his hands dropped to Sander’s hip and the other rested on the nape of his neck.

“And, if I was?” Robbe spoke, a silent challenge. 

Sander grinned up at him. He couldn’t believe that this man existed. Even sitting on Sander’s lap, the swirling lust present in his eyes, Robbe still somehow managed to look so innocent. It was completely unfair for such a man to exist, so irresistible, and Sander couldn’t hold back anymore, as much as he wanted to continue teasing him. 

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, almost involuntarily, Robbe’s eyes followed it with a heavy stare, and he leaned up to press his lips against Robbe’s which the latter responded to immediately. His fingers dug into the strand of Sander’s hair and he leaned over him, pushing him lightly on his shoulder to get him to fall back. Sander brought him closer, slipping his tongue along Robbe’s bottom lip to get his mouth open, and Robbe’s mouth fell open eagerly, his fingers digging further, harder into Sander’s hair. 

And, Sander wanted more. 

But, even though they had been dancing around it all day in their texts, even though they had been on the verge of crossing every physical barrier that they could think of, he didn’t want a strictly physical relationship with Robbe, and he didn’t think that Robbe did either, he wanted to know this man, wanted to know more about him than just the way he kissed, the way that his body responded when Sander tugged on his hair. He wanted to know everything about Robbe that he possibly could and they couldn’t do that if they were all wrapped up like this. 

Sander pushed up on Robbe’s chest lightly, just enough to separate their lips, and Robbe whined, again, and the grin on Sander’s face couldn’t be smothered. “Be patient,” Sander whispered, reaching up to press a featherlight kiss against his lips. Robbe tried to deepen it, probably not realizing he had done it, and Sander lifted Robbe off of him. The boy groaned, spread his legs out over Sander’s lap as the latter sat up, and the artist dragged over the box of movies. “Come on, let’s find a movie.”

Robbe pouted, sitting up and wrapping his arms around Sander’s shoulders, leaning his cheek against his shoulder and let out a sigh, “Fine.” 

...

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A2 - Chapter 2: Not So Out of The Woods

Chapter 1

Series is rated M

Word Count: 2427

Clementine brings a few of the school members to meet with Layla and her caravan, but suspicious activity in the woods drowns Clementine in a fear she hasn't felt in years.

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It had been hours since the sun abandoned them.

Clementine paced back and forth under the silver light of the moon mingling with the fire of the torches. What remained of her half-amputated leg strained against her prosthetic, the pain making her limp more noticeable.

Where the fuck are they?

“They’ll be back anytime now, hun.” Ruby said from a nearby picnic table, cardigan pulled tight around her to fight off the night chill. Her voice was optimistic, but her foot tapped rapidly in worry.

The young woman carefully ran her fingers over the thin braids along the right side of her head, the rest of her hair hanging loose on her left. She closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of Louis’ gentle touch after he finally convinced her to let him do her hair.

But pretending he was there only drew attention to the fact that he wasn’t, and neither was AJ. After losing him not once, but twice, Clementine begged that third time’s the charm wouldn't mean losing him forever.

Calm down you’re overthinking this.

Louis wouldn’t let anything happen to AJ, and Aasim was probably the smartest one of them all. He knew how to keep them out of danger.

Clementine had run out of things to keep herself busy as the time ticked on, far beyond the point they were supposed to return. The bowls were washed, patrols were done, the watchtower was deemed structurally sound. Nothing left to do but wait as the night grew colder.

“See anything?” She called up to the two standing on the watchtower.

“Not much.” Violet joked, trying to be lighthearted in the absence of their class-clown. Her vision was mostly gone, completely blind in her right eye, but she still knew a walker when she saw one.

She wore her short icy blonde hair in a half ponytail, keeping the strands out of her peripheral vision. A black patch covered her dead eye, tied in a messy knot behind her head. Tennessee convinced her to let him decorate it, painting the flower she was named after with impressive detail.

“It’s too dark to see very far.” Tennesee pointed out.

“They’ll signal when they’re close.”

Tenn was now about the age Clementine was when she first came to the school. Even though he had essentially grown up, he was still that sweet and artistic boy she had met. The only thing that majorly changed about his personality was he had taken to covering the scars on the side of his head. The navy blue beanie was pulled down over the tops of his ears, obscuring most of the burn marks. Ever since they started interacting with other groups, the people would stare and whisper. The boy found it annoying enough to hide his scars. Violet was pissed enough that she wanted to fight a few of them, and she would have if he hadn’t convinced her to drop it. Though it was not so much as she dropped it as she grumbled along with the boy’s wishes and gave death-glares to anyone whose eyes lingered too long.

A long whistle came from beyond the gate, a sound that started low then quickly swooped high. Both Ruby and Clem bolted from their places towards the gate to see three innocently-smiling faces.

“I can explain-” Louis didn’t get a chance to lead with that explanation before Clementine wrapped her arms tightly around both him and AJ. Aasim smiled and playfully rolled his eyes before wrapping an arm around Ruby and giving them some space, mentally preparing for the lecture he was about to get.

“What the hell took you so long?” She bit back tears of both relief and frustration.

“Uh, yeah, sorry about that.” Louis searched for a way to dig himself out of this hole.

“We were tracking a deer and went a little too far.”

“I’m guessing you didn’t find it?”

“I did.” The boy piped up.

“I shot it but it ran away into a bunch of walkers”

“Shit.” Clementine swore.

“We need to be more careful if walkers are starting to group up like that again. That’s how herds form.”

“We should see if there’s anything we can salvage before we head to the meetup point.” Louis decided.

“Bones, antlers, parts of the hide if it isn’t too chewed up. Anything we could trade with. Plus if we run into the smelly patrol that ruined our hunt, we could take ‘em out before their gang gets too big.”

“Sounds like a decent plan.” Clem agreed.

“We should leave a little earlier if we’re gonna find that deer.”

As the excitement died down a wave of exhaustion and drowsiness fell over the group and they began heading back to the dormitories. Clementine nodded to Louis and AJ as she turned to follow the Vi and Tenn, only taking a few steps before her legs were lifted out from under her. The young woman let out a gasped yelp as she looked up to see Louis smiling down at her as he carried her bridal style.

“What the hell are you doing?” Clem asked as her cheeks became warm.

“You only limp like that when your leg hurts.” He said plainly as he continued to carry her towards their room with no intention of putting her down until they arrived.

“Why are you like this.” She groaned but was unable to stop the curl of her smile

“‘Cause I love you.” Louis replied with a quick yet exaggerated kiss to her forehead.

---

The next morning the three of them set out along with Aasim, Mitch, and Brody. Waving goodbye to those who stayed to watch the school and memorizing their requests once they met up with the caravan.

“You think Layla picked up some new weapons this round?” Mitch asked with a devious smile.

“Oh, hush.” Brody scolded him, pulling her braid over her shoulder.

“Don’t you have enough knives?”

“You can never have enough knives.” The brunet smiled as he draped his arm around the short girl’s shoulder.

“Meds and ammo are top priority.” Clementine reminded, machete clutched tight in her hand as she kept an eye out for any movement among the trees.

“We need to start saving for winter. Hope you all brushed up on your haggling skills.”

They followed AJ’s lead deep into the woods until they finally came upon the clearing from the night before. The area was surprisingly devoid of walkers. The grasshoppers that fled each of their steps and the buzzing flies were the only things moving in this field.

“There it is.” AJ said with a tinge of disgust at what the animal looked like now. It wasn’t much more than a skeleton. The white of bone was more prominent than even the red of the blood, most of the meat and entrails stripped away making it nearly unrecognizable from the animal he had killed.

“Not quite the feeding frenzy I expected.” Louis joked. 

“They made quick work of this fella.”

Aasim moved in closer to take a look with his by now expert hunter’s eyes. He ran his hand over a few of the ribs, feeling the texture of the bone for any imperfections.

“A few scratches but no breaks or teeth marks.” He confirmed with a mildly impressed expression.

“These will be good material for crafting.”

Clementine knelt carefully in the blood-soaked grass, prodding the carcass with her knife to examine its insides. She scrunched her nose at the vile smell, batting away the swarm of flies to investigate what she suspected from afar.

“Look at this one.” Clem beckoned him to where her blade pointed, using it to push back a piece of meat to fully show the laceration embedded into one of its ribs. It was smooth and deep against the otherwise nearly immaculate bone.

“Does that look like a knife mark to you?”

“Could be.” Aasim speculated.

“Not sure what anyone would want from a mostly-eaten deer carcass if they weren’t after the same things we are.”

“What if it wasn’t mostly-eaten when they found it.” Clementine bit her lip at the possibility.

“I mean look at it, does it look like any walker food you’ve ever seen?”

“What are you saying?” Mitch’s eyes narrowed quizzically as he defensively scanned the area around them.

“This animal wasn’t mauled, it was dressed.”

Her words hung heavy in the open clearing. They were used to interacting with others at this point. Layla’s caravan seemed to have new members every time she passed through telling tales of the other communities triumphs and woes alike. Despite all of this, no good soul could erase that happened five years ago, and the wooden replacement for her limb was a constant reminder.

“You think there’s someone sneakin’ around out here?” Brody said with a tone of worry. It was uncommon for her to come to trade meets and Clementine didn’t want something like this to put her off the idea.

“Someone who knows how to move walkers?” Louis added, not helping the red head’s anxiety.

“Let’s take what we came here for and head to the meetup spot” The young woman decided, accepting Louis’ hand to help her off the ground.

“We’re pretty far from the school. Whoever did this may never find us and if they do we’ll handle it.”

Something isn’t right here...

A body crashed loudly through the bushes at the edge of the clearing. The walker snarled through the cloth around its face as it reached for Mitch first. The freckled man smirked as he unsheathed one of his favourites knives from his belt. It had a wide steel blade that was serrated and slightly curved. He took his weapon and effortlessly fell the walker in one quick stab. 

“It’s just like the others.” AJ said in almost a whisper.

“What?” Clementine turned to see the boy with a puzzled expression across his face.

“I killed two walkers yesterday and they both had that.” 

Clementine could now see what he was talking about. The fabric tied over the walker’s face had a symbol of fangs painted over it. Clementine stared frozen at the symbol, a faint memory tugging at her brain. It sent a chill up her spine as adrenalin began to charge her system. It felt like something her mind wanted desperately to forget, but those fangs sunk in deep until she couldn’t bear to look at it anymore.

Get out of my head!

“What’s wrong?” Louis’ fingers intertwined with her own.

“We need to leave.” She said in a hoarse whisper, barely audible to herself over the sound of her rapidly beating heart.

Louis squeezed her hand and nodded. He knew Clem would explain later, no longer being the type to keep many secrets from him. Some fragments of her memory were best left unspoken, but she could no longer bring herself to straight-up lie. The young woman nodded in agreement and leaned into him slightly as she continued to plead internally to not have a panic attack right there. “They’re gone.” AJ said as he searched the field. “I killed two just like that one but now they’re gone.” The only walkers among them were the one that mitch had just killed and another one with a bullet hole between its eyes. Dead walkers didn’t just get back up and walk away.

“There’s more of them.” Clementine said as she and the others joined him with weapons drawn. 

Footsteps moved through the trees but in the wrong direction, moving farther away and gaining speed.

That isn’t a walker.

“Hey!” Clementine shouted as she chased down the unknown onlooker, ignoring the shouts from those behind her.

Leaves rained down all around them as Clementine followed the flash of blonde hair that weaved between the trees threatening to outpace her as her prosthetic slowed her down considerably. Clementine called to the girl the whole way, but she was unrelenting in her escape attempt.

What had she seen?

What did she know?

This wasn’t something she could let go. Not with everything she’d built. If her past was sneaking up behind her to slit her throat she wanted to be ready to right back. 

Lady Luck must have had mercy on her at that moment as her target was sent sprawling to the ground with a cry, her ankle catching on a thick root. The girl crawled towards a boulder, whipping around and brandishing a small blade just as Clementine caught up.

“W-Why were you watching us? Who… Who are you?” Clementine choked out her questions as she tried to catch her breath.

The girl glared back through her wild straw-coloured hair with a snarl on her lips. The sight of her closer resembled a wild animal than what appeared to be a teenage girl. 

“Get away from me.” She hissed, one hand clutching her knife and the other around her ankle.

“Who are you with?” Clementine hesitantly took a few steps forward.

The girl uses the bolder to help her stand and her bared teeth shape into a wicked smile. Clementine continues her failing interrogation but now her hand is slowly drifting to the sheath on the back of her belt. 

She looks about ready to slit my throat.

Clementine pulled her machete out of her sheath as she asked one final question.

“What do you know about the fangs?”

“Clementine!” Louis yelled from somewhere not too far back.

The distraction was just enough for Clem to lose focus when the girl charged with a crazed scream. She slashed at Clem with her knife, only managing a shallow but long gash from her collar bone across her shoulder as she jumped back. The girl didn’t go for a second attack, booking it past her into the forest just as Clementine’s group found her.

“Don't!” She yelled not to the fleeing girl but to her friends as they tried to go after her.

“She’s fucking feral.”

Clementine pressed the collar of her now torn shirt against the stinging cut, the already red fabric staining darker with the droplets of blood that trickled out.

“You got hurt!” AJ exclaimed when he saw her hand tightly pressed to her skin

“I’m okay.” She tried to smile reassuringly, but it quickly fell flat.

“You sure?” Louis moved her hand to take a closer look, huffing at the injury.

Clementine wanted nothing more than to go back to the school. Back to her home. But unfortunately, they still had work to do.

“Let’s just find the caravan.”

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prompt: both work at the coffee shop and talk sometimes but that's enough to make each of them fall for each other. one day business is slow so richie and eddie get some coffee and have a mini date in their own job!! boom then they're rlly in love and they all live happily ever after - for anonymous

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“I’m sorry ma’am, the peppermint bark latte is a seasonal drink. We don’t serve it until December.”

“What? Are you kidding me?” The woman across the counter levelled an incredulous glare at Eddie, as if he had spit in her face instead of reporting something he thought to be very reasonable. “I drove all the way here and you don’t have it?”

“We don’t. It’s a holiday drink,” Eddie answered, clinging to the scripted explanations that usually worked on perfectly rational customers. Who the fuck wanted a hot mint chocolate coffee in the summer anyway?

This woman, however, was anything but rational. “Can’t you just grab some syrup from the back, or whatever the hell you use to make it? It’s not that hard to flavor a latte.”

“We don’t have what we use to flavor it, ma’am. Since it’s, y’know, June?”

“Don’t get fresh with me! I know what month it is!”

“Then you should know we don’t have any fuc-”

“Whoa there, amigo.” The edge in Eddie’s voice died off as his coworker sidled up next to him - as if there was any room in front of the POS for two. “That’s no way to talk to a customer as lovely as any other.” Smooth as you like, Richie took over, laying it on thick. “No worries, ma’am, we might not have peppermint bark, but I’ll tell you what we do have - mint, and mocha. I’ll whip you up a latte with both and you won’t even know the difference. We don’t have the peppermint flakes to sprinkle on top but I can do chocolate shavings. Whaddaya say?”

For a tense moment, they glared between the three of them, The Good, the Bad and the Ugly style. Eddie wasn’t sure where he and Richie fell but he was pretty damn certain this nuisance customer was decidedly the Ugly.

“I guess that’s fine,” she finally grumbled, leaving Eddie to wonder where that grudging acceptance had been when he was dishing out facts.

“Awesome! Eds here’ll ring you up for that. You want any whipped cream?”

“Just to melt into the latte? No thank you.”

The awful woman passed over a wad of bills and moved on to the pickup counter without even dropping her change in the tip jar. When no one came through the dinky door at the front of the shop, and no one to the register, Eddie took up the flimsy plastic sleeve of hot cups Richie had been using to stock up, before he swooped in to save the day.

“I could have handled that,” he mumbled next to Richie as he shoved cups into the rack, unable to use his normal volume with the Peppermint Bark Bitch within earshot.

“You could have,” Richie exclaimed, nodding enthusiastically, squirting equal parts mocha and mint into the steaming cup in his hand. “You would have cursed her out and it would have been glorious. I might weep hot tears of joy just thinking about it. But also, like, you probably would have gotten fired, which isn’t so glorious, ya know? ‘Specially since I’d be so lost without you.”

Richie winked, and topped the dumb latte off with a sprinkle of the aforementioned chocolate shavings, before passing it down to the pickup counter. Eddie stood there, hands planted on his hips, frowning - doing a very good impression of someone who didn’t get flustered at the mercy of one stupid wink.

With that awful woman on her merry stupid way, the rest of the shop appeared exceedingly empty. Four o’clock on a weekday in the summer wasn’t the most prolific hour for a small town coffee shop, with lunchtime passed and the morning rush long over - which meant all they could really do before their shift was over, was clean and restock until someone else came in.

When it came to maintenance, Eddie always worked faster than Richie, wiping down the machines and filling the cups and lids like a champ - while the dumb brunet spent ten minutes at a time with a rag in the pastry case. Depending on how long they had been there, he may or may not start whining too. Whatever the reason for Richie’s shitty cleaning ethic, though, he made up for it in spades with his customer service. How he got through the full five or six hours without throwing a piping hot cup of coffee in some asshole’s face, Eddie would never know.

“This is boring,” Richie huffed, already whining as he crossed his arms leaning over the counter, where the orange afternoon sun set all the muted browns in the wood and his hair and apron to sepia. “I dunno why mid shift has to do this. Night shift does a whole fucking sweep of the place and God knows only the truckers and drunks are gonna be in here then.”

“Maybe food service isn’t for you,” Eddie mentioned, just barely managing to keep the smile from curling in the corner of his mouth.

“You’re right.” The four-eyed brunet sighed as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders (he didn’t), spinning to perch the other way, with his elbows balanced on the counter. His voice took on a soulful southern twang. “Mama always told me to get outta this one horse town. That I was born for the stage. That we’re all born superstars. She’d roll my hair, and put my lipstick on, in the glass of her boud-”

He got a face full of coffee-soaked rag, courtesy of Eddie. “Those are the lyrics to Born This Way!”

He didn’t realize he was staring until Richie transitioned entirely, hauling himself up to stand straight, for once.

“You don’t belong here either,” he mentioned, pointing a finger toward Eddie’s chest. “I’d peg you for a lawyer, but I’m not sure that mouth of yours would fly with the judge.”

“You’re one to talk,” Eddie retorted. Truthfully, he didn’t know what he wanted, or where he wanted to be. Just that this job payed a little better than minimum wage, included tips, and would hopefully get him somewhere better, someday.

He could think of one thing he might want though, glancing sidelong at Richie, aimlessly tidying the display next to the counter. And he didn’t even have to pay for it at all.

“I can’t really think of anything else to straighten up,” Eddie admitted eventually, rubbing his teeth over his bottom lip as his gaze trailed around the service area.

“You know what that means. Break time!” Spinning on the heels of his worn-out Chuck Taylors, Richie yanked a plastic cup from the stand - indication enough that he was going for his usual frozen favorite. “I’m making myself a drink.”

Suddenly, spurred by his presumption, an absurd idea came over Eddie. Without really thinking, he came forward and snatched the cup out of Richie’s hand, with all the gusto of someone following through with a concise course of action. This, however, was anything but.

“I know how you take yours,” he finally said, his mouth working at the same speed as his brain. “Bet I can make it perfectly.”

Richie blinked for a way too long second, long enough that Eddie’s blood started rushing with the weight of how stupid he was being. But finally, the idiot’s face took on a look of mock judgement, and he crossed his arms with put-upon petulance.

“Alright, Edspresso, do your worst.”

Calm again, and set to task, Eddie set the cup down on the prep counter and got to work. “A large caramel mocha frappe, no espresso,” he explained, narrating his actions with a dramatic roll of his eyes as he shovelled ice, milk and syrup into the blender. For a few seconds the tiny coffee shop filled with the buzz of the spinning blades, and Eddie remained silent until the noise settled, along with the thick concoction.

“Caramel drizzle around the cup,” he continued, demonstrating just so (with expert drizzling skill, if he did say so himself). He poured the frappe mixture into the cup, and darted away to grab the whipped cream can out of the ice bin. “Extra extra extra whipped cream, and to top it all off, caramel and chocolate drizzle.”

When all was said and done, with the dome lid capped over a mountain of whipped cream shooting out the hole in the middle, Eddie presented drink and straw to Richie, smiling rather smugly.

“In short, a diabetic coma waiting to happen.”

That familiar, toothy grin split onto Richie’s face, and he slow clapped for Eddie (a ridiculous gesture that definitely didn’t have him several sorts of secretly flattered).

“Well how ‘bout that.” The frappe passed from Eddie’s hands into Richie’s and he took a sip off the straw, indulging a few lip-smacks, wafting the cup under his nose as if it were wine. “Not bad, Eds, not bad. Your top drizzle is a little sloppy but I know the nozzle on the chocolate is fucked. Solid nine and a half.”

“Oh buzz off, Richie.” Eddie made to jab the idiot in the ribs but Richie was too fast, side-stepping with all the grace of a gangly newborn horse. The idiot then set his frozen confection on the counter, and plucked out another plastic cup.

“Now for you.” Winking again, Richie bopped the cup against Eddie’s nose, but was gone before the shorter brunet could protest - and the potential of Richie knowing how he took his coffee was just too great to resist, and so he clammed up.

“Medium iced hazelnut,” Richie began easily, with the tone and air of a proper English butler whilst shovelling ice and squirting flavoring. “Little less ice. Two sugars, two skim, two shots of espresso - which is probably why you’re so wound up all the time, but that’s none of my business.”

A sprinkle of sugar here and a spot of milk there and he filled the rest of the cup with coffee, gave it a good mix, and snapped a lid on before finally offering the drink to Eddie. “Short and sweet, just like you.”

“Wow, thanks,” Eddie mentioned, almost tightly as he took the coffee out of Richie’s hands, lips twitching as he fought yet another smile. Judging by Richie, who couldn’t resist a smile, he probably thought he had done a fantastic job. And to some extent, he had.

“But this is my morning order,” Eddie declared, closing his lips over the straw for a sip anyway.

Richie’s face fell. “What?!”

“Two espresso shots in the afternoon? Are you fucking nuts? My heart’ll give out.” Eddie rolled his eyes and scoffed. “If I get iced coffee later in the day I ditch the espresso and go one skim. I might even get a small too.”

“Well that’s not my fault! Sorry I don’t know the inner workings of your complicated coffee regimen!”

“Shut up, you dumbass,” Eddie griped. Before his lips could stretch too much, he took another sip, effectively quelling any inclination to smile. No way he was going to let himself finish the entire caffeine-pumped drink, though. “Besides, you were technically right anyways.”

Richie seemed satisfied with that at least, taking a moment to lick off the whipped cream puffing out over his cup. Eddie watched him for a moment, out of the corner of his eye. Even if his coffee hadn’t been completely right, there was something sort of delightful, knowing Richie had noticed enough to get his usual order down like that. All those mornings on the way to class, when Richie was scheduled and Eddie wasn’t. Busy with the regulars, and still managing to remember all those details.

Eddie could only wonder if Richie remembered them for all the same reasons.

“Hey, can I try?” Richie asked all of a sudden. “I’ve never had hazelnut before.”

“I thought you didn’t like espres-” Without warning, Richie’s head loomed down and close, and just when Eddie thought he might steal a sip from the straw, he shifted forward instead, slotting their lips together.

Richie’s mouth was cold from his frappe, and his breath tasted like mocha more than it tasted like caramel. Eddie blinked for a few endless seconds, heat creeping up into his ears and cheeks, until his friend and coworker finally slipped away - still bent at eye-level.

“Well hey,” Richie murmured, voice low as his dark eyes glinted behind his thick glasses. “Hazelnut tastes pretty good.”

Eddie shoved his hand up into Richie’s face, heart pounding as the idiot yelped and stumbled back. They calmed down just in time for the bell to tinkle over the door, and work and routine resumed in the little coffee shop once again.

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Flour Girl {10} (Bucky x reader)

Characters: reader, Bucky (Jimmy), Wanda, Clint, George Barnes.

Summary: Discovering the cute guy you just flirted with is the heir of a rival bakery, you suddenly find yourself running into him all over the city. Can your small boutique bakery compete? And how do you deal with the guy who seems determined to make your life a living hell? Luckily you’re distracted by a secret admirer…But who is he? (Inspired by “You’ve Got Mail”, Enemies to Lovers)

Warnings: none! Mild swearing?

Word Count:  3.3k

A/N: Alright, my darlings!! I hope you’ve recovered from the last chapter. ;) So what do you think? Does Jimmy have what it takes to win her back? Will she let him? I guess we’ll find out! :D This part is pretty packed, I hope you’re ready! Thank you all for your comments and screaming and tears and I’m sorry about your poor hearts! I hope I can begin to mend it. :) As always, any feedback is appreciated!! I adore you all. <3

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Cringing as your alarm sounded the next morning, you shut it off and laid still a few minutes while staring at the ceiling. It felt exactly the opposite from yesterday morning’s energy and excitement. What a difference 24 hours could make. Feeling the heaviness in your heart and the tired ache of your bones, you finally rolled out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom. The mirror reflected your swollen, red eyes, so you splashed cold water on your face and went about your day.

It all seemed a bit ridiculous to be so distraught, since you hadn’t known B for very long. In fact, you didn’t know him at all and now you doubted you ever would. Your mind flickered to the text message you received last night, wondering why he was unable to show up or give you any sort of notice until then. He was still there, meaning you could still text but for some reason, meeting in person wasn’t going to happen. Your heart clenched at the thought of opening yourself up again.

Could you forgive him? Was it even worth it to continue corresponding? You felt the sadness and embarrassment of sitting in the cafe alone while watching the clock tick. Shaking it off, you got ready for your day and headed down the stairs to work. No matter what state your heart was in, there was always work to be done.

Later as you finished boxing your pastries for delivery, you thought about your last scheduled stop at the Nest. Your stomach clenched at the memories of what took place there yesterday. The thought of seeing Jimmy again made your shoulders tense, wondering how he would react after your outburst. You didn’t regret what you had said because every word was true, but doing it in a public place, especially at Clint’s place of business, gathered some warmth in your cheeks. You’d have to apologize when you saw him. Clint, not Jimmy. The cocky brunet didn’t deserve another moment of your time.

Waving goodbye to Wanda, you hopped in your car and headed out to deliver. As you later approached the Nest, you spotted the Barnes Bakery van in the closest parking spot once again.  Surprise, surprise. Pushing through the door with boxes in hand, you braced yourself to see Jimmy at the counter, but instead, there was an older man laughing and joking with Clint. You stopped short to see the man was on the taller side, his dark hair thinning on top. He had a kind, weathered face, youthful eyes, and was wearing a Barnes Bakery t-shirt.

Reaching the counter you set down your boxes and Clint’s attention turned to you.

“Y/N, good morning! Have you met George Barnes, the owner of Barnes Bakery?” Clint indicated to the man beside you.

It all clicked then, seeing the family resemblance between Jimmy and his father. “No, I haven’t. Good morning, Mr. Barnes. I’m Y/N from City Sweets Bakery. Thank you so much, again, for the flour yesterday,” you mentioned, offering your hand.

Mr. Barnes accepted it and placed his other warm palm over your joined hands. “It’s my pleasure, Y/N. And please, George is just fine. It’s so nice to meet you and Clint in person, finally. I don’t get out of Brooklyn often these days, but when Jimmy said he was sick, I thought I’d offer to deliver,” the man smiled warmly.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, too, George,” you replied, returning his smile. “Thank you again, I will return that bag of flour when I receive mine tomorrow,” you assured him.

He shrugged, unconcerned. “No rush, I know you’re good for it. Well, I better get back. Seems we’re short-staffed today. Good to meet you both,” George waved as he headed for the door, leaving you and Clint at the counter.

Clint stared after him a moment and you followed his gaze. “Nice guy. Too bad about Jimmy, though. Hope he gets better soon.”

“Yeah…” you trailed off, then turning back to the sandy-haired man. “Listen, I’m sorry about yesterday, Clint. I didn’t mean to make a scene here, it was rude and unprofessional and I apologize.”

The man finally met your eye, then taking in your contrite expression. “What, you getting into it with Jimmy?” he asked and you nodded in reply. “That’s okay, I like a little afternoon drama. So…I take it he wasn’t who you were here to meet? The guy didn’t show?” he asked in concern.

You took in a shuddered breath, shaking your head. “No.”

Clint place a hand over yours on the counter. “I’m sorry. I know you and Jimmy have a bit of tension there, so him showing up along with being stood up…I don’t blame you. Guy’s an idiot, by the way,” he gave your hand a squeeze before turning his attention to the pastries.

You were grateful for that, since your eyes seemed to be prickling with the threat of tears. Not now, you told yourself while clearing your throat. “Thank you.”

Clint signed the paperwork and you were on your way.

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The following morning, all was going smoothly as usual but as you drove slowly toward the Nest, looking for a place to park, the strangest thing happened. Just as you were approaching, you noticed the Barnes Bakery van out front was about to drive away. The driver stuck his head out the window briefly and you saw that it was Jimmy, who just gave a small wave and drove away, leaving the spot empty for you. Quickly, you pulled to the curb and parked, but…what was that?

Pausing only briefly, you got out of the car and grabbed the boxes to deliver. A quick conversation with Clint and you were back on the road within 5 minutes. Wow. Amazing how a good parking spot can improve your morning. Thanks to your good fortune, you made it back to the bakery just in time to see Sam pull up in his delivery truck with all your ingredients. It was the start of a pretty good day.

Later that morning, you thought about B. You had kept yourself busy yesterday to avoid thinking about all that had happened and the hole his lack of texts had left in your life but he drifted to the forefront of your mind today. You hadn’t heard from him again, but his last text had left it in your hands. If you wanted to keep interacting, then it was up to you. As you sat down at your desk for the first time that day, a thought occurred to you so you pulled out your phone. You stared at the single letter “B” at the top of the open messages and nervously began to type. Before you could stop yourself you hit send.

FG: Are you okay? I mean….you’re not dying or anything, right? Cause if I’m mad at you and find out you had some life-threatening disease or something and you’re shielding me from it, that would suck.

Waiting a few seconds, those three dots popped up quickly and your heart caught in your throat. The thought had occurred to you that there might be a specific reason why B hadn’t shown up and your brain went directly to “worse case scenario”. You couldn’t let go of your concern, so you asked, point blank without greeting. His reply arrived.

B: Yes, I’m fine. No, I’m not dying, nothing like that. I’m sorry that I’ve left you wondering but even the truth wouldn’t make much sense right now. Again, I’m so sorry.

You felt a rush of relief as you read his words, noticing that he was still typing a second message. At least now you knew your worst fear had not come to fruition. That ache in your heart remained, but somehow you still felt that little swell of joyous anticipation as you awaited his response.

B: It’s really good to hear from you. And the fact that you were still concerned about my well-being is further proof that I probably don’t even deserve to have you as a friend. Regardless, I hope we can still talk.

Biting your lip, you considered how best to reply to that. It seemed like he really did feel terrible about what happened. You needed one more promise from him, though, just for your own sanity.

FG: You’ll tell me eventually? Everything?

B: Yes. In time.

Another deep breath.

FG: Okay.

You left the conversation there and went back to work. It felt quite like it had in the beginning because you felt that need for caution once again. Might seem like a step backward, but it was a start.

After paperwork and checking in with Wanda, you headed out for some afternoon errands. One stop even took you outside the comfort zone of your usual 5 to 6 blocks, but the benefit of that was you were able to grab a slice from your favorite pizzeria. As you held the paper plate that was quickly soaking up the delicious grease from your gooey cheesy, you smiled and pulled out your phone.

FG: Best slice in the city. ;)

You attached a photo with Capizzi’s logo in the background, just as B had a while back. Two bites into your pizza and you heard your phone ping.

B: Ooooh. Them’s fightin’ words.

You grinned at the response and took another bite. After lunch, you stopped at your accountant’s office to drop off some paperwork before returning to the bakery. You checked in with Wanda and baked a few croissants and pastries, upon her request, as business had been pretty steady all day. While she stocked up the pastry case, you pulled out a recipe for two types of cake and started baking.

Pastries were your specialty and you did have cupcakes on display most days, but full-sized cakes were only for special orders. You wanted to have these cakes baked and cooled so you could finish decorating them tomorrow for pickup the next day. Sifting the flour and greasing the pans, you got into the groove and soon the cakes were in the oven with a timer set. Wanda needed help for a short while, so you spent some time up front.

The cakes turned out perfectly, bouncing back slightly when touched and the toothpick came out clean when you inserted one into the cake’s center. The heavenly smell permeated the entire bakery, even still lingering as you and Wanda closed up for the night. Mopping the floors, you were lost in thought about how you were going to decorate the cakes when Wanda startled you with a sneeze.

“Bless you,” you replied.

She laughed with a sniff. “Thanks. I think that’s the last of it,” Wanda said as you poured out the mop water and turned off the lights.

“Yup. I’ll see you tomorrow,” you grinned, waving as she left for the subway station.

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The following morning, Wanda greeted you less enthusiastically than usual. She looked a little pale, but she assured you all was well as you left for deliveries. You weren’t so sure about that as you closed your trunk and drove away.

Approaching the Nest, once again you were surprised to see Jimmy in the van’s driver’s seat about to leave. Not that you weren’t grateful to have a timely spot in front the cafe, but now it seemed like he was actively avoiding you, which was odd. He offered a wave as his brake lights lit up, but you honked your horn loudly and Jimmy paused, surprised to see you climbing out of your car. The driver behind you honked as well, but you ignored them.

You quickly ran up to the Barnes Bakery van as Jimmy pushed the sunglasses off his nose and up to rest in his tousled locks.

“Y/N, hey,” he greeted, confused.

“Hi,” you replied, breathless. “I, um…I have a bag of flour for you. I mean, for your dad. I was wondering if you could take it back to Brooklyn with you? It’s a bit of a drive…”

Jimmy caught up to your meaning, so he opened his door and hopped out quickly. “Yeah, sure. I’ll grab it.”

Popping your trunk, he lifted the 50 lb bag with no trouble and held it in one arm as he opened the back door of the van to set it inside.

“Thanks,” you said, noticing the honking getting more frantic behind you.

“No problem,” Jimmy replied with a smile. “I’ll see you around.”

You watched him climb into the van and drive away as a honk startled you out of your reverie. Quickly, you climbed back into your own car and parked, carrying out your delivery to Clint.

Returning to the bakery, your morning quickly went downhill. One look at Wanda, and you knew that she wasn’t okay. Her usual bright eyes and rosy cheeks were dull and pale, respectively. She sneezed twice into a nearby napkin before you watched her step into the back of the bakery to loudly blow her nose away from customers and food. Feeling torn but sympathetic, you knew what you had to do.

“Wanda, you’re sick. Go home and rest,” you ordered her softly.

“No! I’ll be okay! You shouldn’t have to do it all and I’m fine—“ her protesting was quickly cut off by a long coughing fit. Not only did she look and sound awful, it was unsafe for her to be around food.

Grabbing Wanda’s things from a hook inside the kitchen, you forced her to untie her apron and nudged her toward the door. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry. Go home and get better.”

The pretty brunette continued to fight you weakly, but eventually she gave in and left. This new development really put a wrench into things. Without Wanda, you were the only person to man the counter and do the baking, not to mention a million other things you had to do for orders and to run the business. The bakery was currently empty now that the morning rush was through, so you turned off the music so you could hear customers enter and also put out small silver bell with a sign so people could ring it if you missed the door chime.

The entire day was a hurricane of helping customers, baking, answering phone calls, and even locking the door with a “Back in 5 minutes” sign so you could use the bathroom and shove some food in your mouth. You tried your best to keep your calm, but it was all just too much. You almost cried when 2 trays of cookies and a tray of croissants burned when you forgot to set a timer. It was the last of those items, so you just had to go without the rest of the day.

Locking the door finally at closing time, you collapsed into a chair with your head in your hands. Most of the time, having only one employee was just fine. Wanda was amazing and could handle it all with a little help from you, but being without her a full day made you realize how much you depended on her. Of course, she asked for time off once in a while, but it was well in advance and you were able to plan your baking and special orders around it. There wasn’t a lot you could do on such short notice, though.

Although retail hours were over, your day was far from ending. Finishing the necessary cleaning up front, you could now finally focus on all the baking you needed to finish. Cookies and croissants you had run out of, cinnamon rolls, and not to mention your special order cakes for tomorrow, it all felt like too much. All you could do was make a list and get to work.

An hour later, your phone pinged and you took a second to open the message. You hadn’t even looked at your phone all day, so it wasn’t a surprise to see several texts from B, all unanswered. Most were silly food photos that made you smile and a meme or two, but the last one caught your attention.

B: Everything okay? If you’re busy, I completely understand. Just wanted to check in.

Your eyes prickled with exhaustion and you felt a slight scratchiness in your throat. Obviously, you were overworked but there was also a chance you had caught whatever sickness Wanda had. You didn’t have the luxury of going home, though, so you just washed your hands at every opportunity, wore gloves when needed, and kept working.

It wasn’t often that you wished you had a partner of some sort. You were fiercely independent and had no doubts that you could make it on your own, given how well your business was doing. Sometimes, though…you just wished you had someone to help carry the weight. Someone to vent to or have a shoulder to cry on after a hard day. Those days were rare, but today was definitely one of them. Quickly, you sent out a reply.

FG: No. Not okay. Today has been disastrous and it’s far from over. I’m sorry, can’t talk now.

Hitting send, you walked over to plug in your charger. There was no need for you to have your phone nearby, anyway. A message arrived just before you stepped away.

B: I wish there was something I could do to help.

Me too, you thought, leaving the message unopened on your lock screen. There was nothing he could do, though. Tonight, you were an island. Putting on some music, you rolled your neck and shoulders and got to work.

Some time later, you heard a rhythmic pounding that you almost missed over the loud music. You ignored it the first few times, but after the third, you finally brushed your hands on your apron and poked your head around the corner to see a surprisingly familiar face through the glass door.

Stepping forward, you reached for the lock and then hesitated. This was crazy. What was he doing? Finally, you flipped the lock and opened the door just a crack.

“What are you doing here, Jimmy?” you shouted over the loud roar of thunder overhead. You didn’t even know it was raining until just now.

“I saw the light on as I walked past and just wanted to make sure everything was okay,” Jimmy replied, holding his jacket over his head. It was doing little to shelter him from the downpour. “Could I come in for a minute?”

You eyed him carefully and then swung the door wide to allow him entrance before locking the door again. Jimmy shrugged off his drenched jacket, draped it on an overturned chair, and ran a hand through his damp, curly locks. How he still looked good after coming in from the rain was a mystery. You always just looked like a drowned rat.

“I’m working, Jimmy. Everything’s fine,” you replied, trying to convince yourself as much as him.

“At 10pm?” he asked in shock. “Why?”

You huffed out a sigh. “If you must know, Wanda came to work sick so I sent her home, I’ve been working like a madwoman all day helping customers and baking, I burned 4 trays of pastries, have two huge orders due tomorrow and it all has to get done. That’s why. So, I don’t really have time for—“

“Do you want some help?”

Choking on your words, you nearly went catatonic at his offer.

“What?” you finally squeaked out.

He talked slower with a genuine smile. “I’m offering my help. I mean, I’m a fair baker and at the very least, an extra set of hands. Plus, you get to boss me around for a while. So, what do you say?”

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Oooooohhhhh SNAP!!! How do you like them apples?? Jimmy’s avoiding her and then shows out of the blue to help? Hmmm. Do you think his offer to help is genuine? And how sweet is his dad? Hardly seems like they’re related from behavior alone. ;) Poor sick Wanda! Certainly makes things a lot more difficult. I’ve definitely been there. It sucks. Do you think she’ll accept Jimmy’s help? Would you? That would make things interesting. ;) Another cliffhanger, I know, but this part got extra long! Hope you don’t mind. :D I love you all!! Please let me know your thoughts, I always love your feedback. <3

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[t-i-n-y-d-i-n-o]

Run

Pt. 11

I’m sorry this took so long to post, I had it sitting halfway done in my drafts for awhile...I’m just lazy.

Warnings: well there’s two smut scenes, yea you heard right...two. Swearing, some jealous Shawn, daddy kink, just the norm.

I hope you enjoy

~T-Rex💕🦖

You wake up to the feeling of Shawn boxing your hips in with his knees.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear baby happy birthday to you.” He sings happily, smiling widely while holding a chocolate frosted cupcake in his hand. A single candle flickering on it, some rainbow sprinkles adorning it.

“What? What are you talking about?” You murmur, scooting up the bed a bit and frowning slightly. Shawn laughs softly and sits back, butt resting against your shins.

“It’s your 20th birthday baby...no more teenagers club...you’ve talked about this day for the past year and a half that I’ve known you.” He says grinning widely at you, you blush as you look at the cupcake again. Before taking a breath and blowing it out, he leans in kissing you softly.

“Happy birthday.”

“Mm thank you.” He grabs a small plate off the nightstand, holding another cupcake.

“Chocolate or vanilla?” The tall boy asks, you take the chocolate one. Smiling softly as he sits next to you, you both take the wrappings off the cakes.

“Oh no...god why would you do that?” You ask in horror as he takes a bite of the sweet.

“Hmm? What?” He asks with half a mouthful, you grimace a bit.

“There is one way and one way only to eat a cupcake...break off the bottom and make a sandwich you heathen.” Shawn smiles as he watches you, rolling his eyes as you show him. You eat quietly, humming softly as the chocolate hits your taste buds.

“I got you something.” The older says getting off of the bed and going into the closet.

“Shawn you didn’t have to get me anything.” You say, kneeling up on the bed and running a hand through your messy hair. He comes back out with a bag, smiling happily as he hands it to you. You frown slightly at him as you pull the tissue paper away, seeing a new bathing suit.

“Shawn...I can’t wear this.” You murmur, eyebrows pulling together as you hold the black bikini in your finger tips. Admiring the pineapples on it and feeling your heart squeeze.

“Why? Is it the wrong size? I have the receipt, we can get you a different.” He rambles looking at you worriedly.

“My scar Shawn, I can’t wear this. Everyone will see it.” The taller frowns and crawls up to kneel in front of you. Hands resting on your hips gently sliding up your sleep shirt.

“I think your scar is beautiful...couldn’t imagine you without it.” He whispers, pressing a kiss behind your ear gently.

“Makes you look sexy...like a bad biker chick.” He adds on, making you roll your eyes and laugh.

“Really? A bad biker chick?” You giggle, he smiles softly as he looks at you.

“Go put it on? Let me see it?” You bite your lip and look down at the bathing suit. Before rising from the bed and heading into the bathroom. Tugging your shirt over your head and biting your lip. Gently touching the reddish pink scar on your stomach.

 Biting your lip before sliding the cups onto your breasts. Tying it behind your back and adjusting it before pushing down your sleep shorts. You slip the bottoms up your legs, admiring the way it sits on your hips.

“Shawn...this is gorgeous and all. But we can’t go anywhere, where am I supposed to wear this?” You ask stepping out of the bathroom. His eyes widening as he sees you, adjusting himself on the bed. He smiles as he looks up to meet your eyes, pulling an envelope out from underneath his side.

“It’s been awhile, no one knows we’re here. We’re gonna go to the island for a bit, and have a vacation.” He tells you, you step forward gently taking the envelope to see keys sitting inside of it.

“Now come here...gotta give you another gift...that suit looks fucking stunning.” He compliments, gently pulling you forward into his body. You topple to his chest, hands bracing yourself as you meet hard muscle.

“Happy. Birthday. Baby. Girl.” Shawn murmurs between kisses placed to your throat and collarbone. His massive hands sliding up your sides and squeezing gently. Before flipping you onto your back, humming against your skin as he slides his tongue down your sternum.

 Pushing the bikini top up past your breasts, latching onto a nipple. Sucking slowly and massaging the other. Before slowly moving down your body, paying special attention to your scar. Pressing his lips to it before licking over it softly. Making a gasp fall from your mouth at the odd sensation as he carries on down your stomach. 

Tugging your bottoms off of your hips and thighs before setting them next to you. He bites a mark above your pelvic bone, looking up at you. Bringing his hand up to tweak your nipple gently while he trails his tongue down. You hold his hand to your breast, the other curling in his hair.

“Please don’t tease.” You whimper, the boy smiles softly while he pushes your legs straight up in the air.

“Whatever you want birthday girl.” He murmurs before licking up your core. Wiggling his tongue between your folds and moaning quietly at your taste.

“Hold yourself there for me yea?” Locking your arms over your legs, you effectively keep them in the air. While he brings his hands down and pulls your lips apart gently. Groaning as the light hits your center making it glisten. 

Before leaning down and wiggling his tongue between your folds. Poking at your entrance and humming against you softly. You moan quietly and arch your hips towards him slightly.

“You want to ride my tongue baby girl?” Shawn asks you, you feel your heart stutter at his question. Clit throbbing as the image of Shawn underneath you with wet lips and rosy cheeks filled your brain.

“Honey?” Said boy asks, lazily drawing circles around your entrance with his thumb.

“Y yes.” You choke out, hole fluttering slightly at his ministrations. The taller gets up onto the bed, pulling his shirt over his head. Laying back by the headboard slightly he wiggles his finger at you. Slowly rolling over and crawling up to straddle his chest. He pulls you down for a kiss, hands sliding down to squeeze your ass.

“Come on baby...ride my tongue yea? Wanna feel you cum on me.” He murmurs, biting at your bottom lip. Getting a shaky exhale to leave your parted lips as you stare at him. Shawn smiles at you and helps you situate yourself, knees on either side of the bed.

 Your feet touching his chest as they bend behind yourself. Your core above his lips, his hands coming to cup your cheeks. Squeezing them playfully and pulling you down, sucking your lips into his mouth. You gasp softly and shoot a hand out to grip the headboard.

“Mm pussy always tastes so sweet.” Shawn murmurs, vibrations going straight to your clit. You moan softly and tilt your head back, rocking your hips slightly. The brunet looks up from between your legs, before flattening his tongue. Pressing it against the bottom of your entrance and helping to rock you. 

You bring your free hand up to pinch and squeeze your nipple. Moaning his name softly, while his hands squeeze your butt. Pulling it apart slightly and brushing his fingers between. Grazing your hole, feeling it clench up and hearing your resounding whimper. He hums softly and puts pressure behind his finger tip, not pushing just holding it there.

“S Shawn please...I’m so close.” You whimper, nose scrunching while your breathing hitches. He slurps at you before moving up to suck at your clit, bringing his empty hand down to push two fingers into you. You grip the headboard tighter, twisting your nipple harder. 

Shawn groans against you, hooking his fingers into your g-spot. Your body jerks, head tipping back as your walls squeeze tightly. He watches as you fall apart above him, hips still rolling on him. Detaching himself from your clit he pants softly.

“Come on baby...cum for me. I can feel how close you are princess.” He whispers, moving his fingers a little harder. Wrapping his lips back around your bundle of nerves and grazing his teeth against it. Your muscles tighten above him, a quiet cry leaving your mouth as you orgasm.

“Oh god...oh Shawn don’t stop oh my god.” You whine high in your throat, hips jerking against his mouth. He helps ride you through your high, spreading his fingers to lick inside of you. Causing you to groan, both hands on the wall behind the headboard now. You lean forward into it, panting softly and twitching every now and then. Shawn moans softly as he cleans you up with his tongue. 

Before gently lifting you to lay you on the bed next to himself. Both of you panting softly, you turn your head to look at him. Seeing the glossy look to his lips and chin. Cheeks flushed a rosy color, you roll to your side. Resting your head on his chest, gently running your finger tips through his chest hair.

“I love you.” You say smiling softly as you look up at him.

“I love you too honey.” He responds, smiling stupidly at the ceiling. Shawn gently pats your thigh, squeezing gently.

“Come on, we’re not done celebrating yet.”

“I don’t think I could go right now...but I can.”

“Not what I meant baby, I’ve got other stuff planned.” He interrupts, slowly sitting up and smiling at you.

“Go shower and then get dressed, meet me down stairs.” You nod a bit and share a soft kiss before breaking away. Both of you going to the bathroom, you for a shower and Shawn to brush his teeth.

“You’ve got a sexy butt.” Shawn says around a mouthful of tooth paste.

“You’ve got a sexy everything.” You respond smiling at him, he rolls his eyes.

“Enjoy your shower sweetheart.” He says once he’s finished brushing his teeth.

“It would be better if you were in here.” You say, he hums softly and nods his head.

“But I’ve got a whole day planned that doesn’t involve you in the sheets the entire time.” 

~hour and a half later~

“Happy birthday!” Geoff calls as you come into the room, towel drying your hair.

“Thank you G!” You respond smiling at him, just as Shawn puts a plate of French toast on the table.

“Mm thank you.” You sit at the table and pick up your fork. Before a pink wrapped present is shoved into your face.

“I can’t wait, open it now!” Geoff says, almost bouncing with excitement. You laugh and set your cutlery down before taking the box. Shawn setting a plate of food in front of his friend before taking his own seat. Opening the box carefully, you gasp as the present comes into sight.

“Geoff! How did you know?!” You ask looking at the brand new curling iron. With a pair of new earrings attached to the box as well as a new set of bracelets.

“I saw it and thought you’d like it.” He says shrugging a bit and smiling at you sweetly. You smile happily and gently touch the ruby earrings.

“Oh...we’re going out tonight. All three of us, and you little lady are going to have a drink and celebrate not being in the teenagers club anymore.” The blond says smiling as he looks at you with a smile.

“I can get down with that. I haven’t had a drink in ages...Mr. Sourpants over there wouldn’t let me.” Shawn groans at your nickname, tilting his head back while chewing.

“Well good thing Mr. Sourpants is coming with and also have a drink tonight.” Geoff says smirking at his friend.

“Now you guys are ganging up on me? What the fuck happened?” He says looking at you both, you smile softly.

“Sorry he’s my best friend now...duh.” The oldest laughs and shakes his head slightly at you. You all continue eating, sharing jokes across the table. Smiles on all of your faces, your present resting across your lap.

~few hours later~

“Um...no go change.” Shawn says looking at your backless leotard romper. A purple skirt covering your lower half, the hem coming to mid thigh.

“What? Nooo I love this outfit!” You whine looking up at your boyfriend as you hold your black ankle booties.

“People are going to stare...and what are you doing?” He murmurs watching your hands smooth up the front of his shirt. Thumbs gently massaging the exposed skin, running over the chest hair there.

“Nobody else is gonna get to have me because you already do...let them look eh?” You tell him, biting your plump bottom lip.

“If one person makes a grab at you...my hands are swinging.” You smile triumphantly, wrapping your hands around his neck. Tugging him down while standing on your tip toes. Lips meeting in a seemingly soft kiss until you bite at his lower lip. Shawn groans softly and wraps his hands around your hips.

“Okay, I’m ready to go though.” You state pulling away and clapping his chest. Adjusting the new brackets on you wrists, fluffing your hair slightly. He watches you walk away, head tipping back.

“Little fucking tease.” He mutters before adjusting himself in his pants and following you.

“Don’t go too wild tonight kids.” Geoff says as all three of you make your way into the club. Music vibrating the floors, sweaty bodies swaying to the beat.

“What do you guys want?!” Geoff calls, nodding at the bar area.

“Vodka and cranberry!”

“Just a beer!” He nods and makes his way over, almost getting taken down by a drunk girl. Shawn watching as you gaze at the crowd, smile behind your eyes. Memories of before you had to run coming back to him. 

He used to sit in the VIP section while you and your girlfriend’s would dance. He remembers the jealousy of watching random guys grab your hips to grind against you. Only once had you actually left with one, without telling Shawn. He had scolded you so terribly when he found you the next morning walking into your apartment. Heels in your hands and hair in a messy pony tail.

“Shawn?!” You call over the music, tugging on his shirt like a child.

“Wha...What baby?” He asks looking down at you with questioning eyes.

“Geoff said he got a booth up top...can we go there?” He nods a bit and rests his hand on the small of your back. Gently leading you, being met with a buff guy at the entrance.

“Warburton.” Shawn says, he nods and lets them up. You smile as you look out at the club, seeing people dancing and having fun.

“You look like a puppy over there...if you wanted to dance you could have.” The older boy says looking at you and laughing quietly.

“I don’t know anyone here. The girls can’t keep me safe.” You murmur, sitting back and adjusting your short skirt. He opens his mouth to say something before Geoff comes over. Arms full of drinks, a wide smile on his face as he tells the couple about the insanity downstairs. You nod along as you sip your drink, eyes darting to the dance floor again. Body aching to go down and sway your hips to the beat.

~45 minutes later~

“Come on...lets go dance.” Shawn says sliding out of the booth, holding his hand out to you. You look up at him before smiling and letting him pull you to the floor. You slot your back to his chest, smiling as his hands slip onto your sides.

“You know...every guy in here is staring at you...maybe even some girls.” He murmurs in your ear, pressing a kiss above your new earring.

“Well good thing I’ve only got eyes for you eh?” You respond smiling softly as you tilt your head to press a kiss to his jaw. He pulls you back harder against himself, eyes catching sight of a guy across the room.

The stranger’s eyes roaming your body appreciatively, making Shawn’s muscles tense up. His hand coming up between your breasts to your throat. Gently wrapping around it to squeeze, before kissing you again. His other hand slipping from your hip to the band of your skirt.

“S Shawn...what are you.” You gasp, before he bites down on your lip. Your hips rocking back against him, nails digging into his wrist slightly.

“We’re leaving right now, let’s go.” He says pulling away from you, and wrapping his arm around your bicep. Tugging you behind himself as he walks towards the doors.

“Shawn! Shawn we can’t just leave Geoff in there all alone!” You say, heart starting to race slightly.

“He’ll figure it out or he’ll go home with somebody else.” He responds curtly, shoving his way outside and going for a waiting Uber. Shawn gets in and tells the guy his address, before turning to look at you. You feel your stomach clench as your panties begin to dampen. He sits back next to you, turning his body and pulling your leg over his gently. His face tucking close to your ear, while his hand glides up your thigh.

“Told you this outfit was gonna get people staring at you. But no...you just had to wear it. Show everyone what’s mine.” He murmurs in your ear, hand squeezing the muscle of your leg. You whimper quietly, biting on your lower lip as you look at the driver. His eyes scanning the roads, music playing lowly throughout the car.

“Gonna fuck you when we get back, and I’m not gonna go easy on you just because it’s your birthday.” Shawn tells you, pulling your attention back to him. His fingers grazing over the lace of your thong.

“Please.” You whisper, looking at him with blown pupils. His lips spit slick from his own biting, he brings his hand up to cup your cheek before kissing you.

“Here we are.” The driver says, clearing his throat slightly. Shawn reaches over and pushes open your door. Gently shoving you to get out, handing the guy a few twenties with a thank you. You both head up the walkway, your heels clicking while his hand rests on the small of your back. His skin warm against yours, fingers slightly rough from his morning workouts with Geoff.

“You fucking teased me all goddamn night.” Shawn states as he lifts you up against the wall of your bedroom. Hands gripping under your thighs harshly, his lips leaving searing kisses down your throat.

“N not all night.” You stutter around a moan, eyes slipping closed as you thread your fingers in his curls. He bites a mark into the top of your collar bone. Grunting softly as you tug on his hair, before grinding his hips forward.

“Is this what you wanted? Me to fuck you? My cock filling you up?” Shawn says hotly against your skin.

“Please?” He sets you down, making a whine fall from your lips.

“Strip and get on all fours...I wanna see that ass in the air.” He says nodding at the bed, undoing the buttons of his shirt. You stare at him, wondering if this is how he’s always wanted to be with you in bed or if you had really pushed his buttons tonight. Shawn’s fingers come under your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him.

“Do I need to spank you? Or are you gonna be a good girl and listen?” With a hammering heart you undo the tie of your top. Letting it fall down before pushing your skirt down with it. Undoing your heels you turn away from him, only to receive a quick slap to your ass. 

“Go on...be a good girl.” He murmurs, eyes watching your every move as he undoes his dress pants. You kneel in the middle of the bed before going down on your elbows. Pushing your butt into the air, Shawn letting out a quiet groan. Before wrapping his hands around your thighs and pulling you back towards him across the sheets. 

Making a gasp leave your mouth, as your face falls into the sheets, He drags his fingers down to your entrance, rubbing in slow circles. He holds in his groan of approval, looking up the smooth skin of your back.

“P please Shawn?” You murmur, fingers gripping the blanket under your head, perfectly manicured nails digging in slightly. Body already worked up from all of the nights earlier teasing and touches earlier. 

“How bad do you want it?” Shawn asks, voice dropped low as he moves his fingers to your clit. Rubbing gentle circles around it, making your hips push back a bit. His free hand coming down to leave a stinging warning slap, making you squeak quietly. 

“Please...god please Shawn...just...I want your cock please daddy please.” The taller feels a shudder go down his spine, before he’s shoving his briefs down. Almost ripping them in the process, the only thoughts going through his head being to get inside of you. 

“Say it again.” He murmurs, running his tip through your folds. Groaning as he feels how wet your center truly is for him, feeling you grind back against him again. Your head swims as you think of his reaction, your red cheeks no longer from embarrassment from letting one of your biggest kinks slip. 

“D daddy please? Want your cock in me please.” You gasp in surprise as he pushes inside of your, hands holding your waist as he stretches you out. One hand sliding up to curl in your hair tightly, tugging your head back slightly.

“So fucking good baby...pussy feels so good.” He mutters, grinding his hips forward and groaning low in his throat. You can feel the cool metal of his zipper against the backs of your smooth thighs. A whimper coming from your mouth as you picture his stupidly gorgeous floral shirt unbuttoned to show off the chest hair. Sweat slick skin glittering in the moonlight filtering in through the bedroom windows. 

His hips start rocking into you, pelvic bone slapping against your ass. His head tipping forward to watch your butt jiggle with each move of his body. Your breathing hitches as his tip rams into your g-spot over and over again. Eyes scrunching closed as your stomach clenches, moaning loudly into the bedspread. 

He brings his fingers around your hip, rubbing rough circles against your clit. Dirty words tumbling from his mouth like a mantra, his thrusts making your body jerk against the sheets. Your mouth dropped open in gasping whines, eyes squeezed shut. 

“Come on baby...cum on my cock.” Shawn mumbles, pulling your hair a little harder. Causing a light burn to start up on your scalp that makes your hips, arch higher into him. A high pitched sound comes from your mouth, walls squeezing tightly as you release. 

Before he’s pulling out and flipping you onto your back. His hand coming to wrap around your throat, pressing down slightly. His shirt sleeve dragging between the valley of your breasts, as he leads himself back inside of you. 

“Say it again...”

“Daddy...please just move please.” You breath, feeling the sweat on your body making you slightly sticky. Your arms above your head now, hair billowing out underneath it. Your back arches as he pushes into you fully, bottoming out quickly. 

“Louder.” Shawn demands, his stomach tightening as his orgasm rapidly approaches. Fighting to keep his eyes open, wanting to watch the way your body moves underneath his. 

“Daddy!” You cry, he groans deep in his chest eyes snapping shut. Bringing your hand down, you rub your clit in time to his thrusts. Moaning at the oversensitivity, muscles quivering. Watching as his eyes zero in on your moving fingers. 

“Fuck...oh fuck baby I’m gonna cum.” The older groans out, fingers tightening on your throat. Your walls spasm as your back arches reaching your third release of the day, center pulsing around his length. His hips making your body slide up the bed, breasts bouncing with his movements. 

Shawn jerks his body forward harshly, before he pulls out of you. Cock twitching as his hand comes down to jerk himself. Spurting thick strips up your stomach, a few drops hitting your chin. A loud groan leaving his mouth, milking his orgasm for all its worth. You both pant, the boy flushed red with his sweaty curls flopping on his forehead. 

“Holy fuck baby.” Shawn gets out between stuttering breaths, collapsing onto the bed next to you. Pushing his hair from his face, he turns his head to look at your debauched state. Your arm thrown over your eyes, lips open as you try to pull oxygen into your lungs. 

“Daddy eh?” You murmur, looking at your lover with a sly smirk. His cheeks tint an even darker red, biting on his bottom lip.

“Oh shut up...you weren’t complaining.” He groans, you roll to your side facing him. Wincing at the tacky feeling of cooling cum on your skin.

“And I’m not complaining now, just didn’t peg you for it is all.” 

“Yea...neither did I.” Shawn responds, you smile softly and rub at your eyes slightly with a yawn. 

“Happy birthday baby.” 

“Thank you S...Shawn...I love you.” He smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead gently. 

“I love you too babe...lets go clean up eh?” He doesn’t get a response making him look down, seeing you already asleep. Shawn hums quietly, getting up from the bed, having to take a second. With wobbling legs he heads into the bathroom, grabbing a wash rag. 

He steps back out and over to you, starting to clean you off, wiping his cum away from your chest and belly. Before folding the cloth over and wiping between your legs gently. He drops the rag into the tub before stripping his clothes the rest of the way. Coming back out to you, he helps situate you under the duvet his body following suit. 

“I love you baby.” Shawn murmurs, cuddling into your back. Arm slung across your stomach, finger tips just grazing your scar. His nose pressed behind your ear, starting to doze off with your honey shampoo in his nose. 

@planstonightbaby

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Rebound - Chapter 5

Now officially on hiatus until Dec. 5th.

Also, this chapter made me want to start a WinterIron spinoff series. I am refraining for now, but if anyone wanted it after this series is complete I just might do that.

Word count: 1552

Warnings: Tony doesn’t deal with emotions well (yeah, he’s in the story now too, I was as surprised as you are), alcohol abuse, very little of the reader actually (I’m trying to flesh out where Steve’s at in life, it’ll be important later I promise)

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You awoke slowly, head pounding and eyes protesting the light that sneaked around the living room curtains. It didn’t take long for you to become aware of the intense stare coming from across the room. Clint crossed his arms as you slowly blinked at him.

“So,” he started, “you couldn’t make it even one night without drinking?”

That’s how he was gonna be, then. “Lay off,” you grumbled, slowly sitting up, “it’s just beer. It’s not like I got smashed or anything.”

“You passed out on the couch,” he pointed out. “Even when you go out drinking, you at least make it to your bed.”

You ignored the look he was giving you in favor of searching for water. “So I fell asleep watching the Late, Late Show. Big deal.” You stumbled into the kitchen and opted for a plastic cup, which turned out to be a good choice as you immediately fumbled and dropped it.

“Look, Y/N,” Clint said with a sigh, picking the cup off the floor and opening the fridge to pull out the pitcher, “if you can’t keep yourself from drinking, this situation has gone way past unhealthy and into dangerous. I can’t let you do that to yourself.”

“Screw you,” you mumbled, accepting the full cup back. “I’m not an alcoholic.”

“Then let’s spend the night in,” he offered. “It’s my night off; Scott’s got everything covered. Let’s watch movies and eat pizza and just hang out, no alcohol involved.”

“Fine,” you sighed. It had been a while since you’d just hung out with your brother, and it did sound like fun. “But no horror movies and I get to pick the first one.”

“Deal.” Clint shot you a smile and his tone turned teasing. “Now spill. I wanna hear all about your date yesterday.”

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If Steve were honest with himself, he’d admit that he checked every text he received so quickly because he was hoping it would be from you. He wasn’t being honest with himself, though, so he kept telling himself it was because his job was particularly slow and boring that day. That didn’t keep his heart from speeding up when he finally saw your name pop up on the notification.

Spending the day hanging out with Clint. Can we move our second date to tomorrow?

He blinked at his phone. You spending time with your brother was a good thing. It would help, right? So why was he suddenly jealous of Clint?

Man, Rogers, you really have got it bad.

“Hey, Steve.”

He was brought out of his thoughts by a knock on his door and Pepper ducking her head into his office. Steve shot his boss a smile.

“Hey, Pep. What can I do for you?”

She stepped fully into the room and shut the door behind her. “Tony’s holed up in his lab again. I tried to get him out but he insists that he’s almost figured out a new improvement for James’s arm. I was hoping maybe you and James could try to get him to at least take a break to eat something? It’s been at least forty-eight hours since he’s had anything other than coffee and dried fruit.”

“Of course we can try, but no promises.” Steve sighed as he saved his current work and shut down the program. “Bucky doesn’t blame him for what happened because it wasn’t his fault, but neither of us seem to be able to get through to him.”

“You get through more than you realize,” she told him with a soft smile. “Especially James. It helps, Steve, it really does. I’ll have the food waiting on a tray outside the lab when the two of you get there.”

“Thanks, Pepper,” Steve said, returning her smile. “We’ll talk to him.”

He shot a quick affirmative text to you before sending one to Bucky as he hopped into the elevator and pressed the button for their floor. Maybe he’d see it and maybe he wouldn’t, but if he did it would be a little more warning before Steve dragged him to the lab.

Bucky did see it. He was pulling on a shirt as Steve opened the door to their apartment.

“Yeah, punk, I got your message.” He grabbed the half-finished pop tart from the counter and shoved it all in his mouth at once. “Mflts gmm.”

Steve shot him a look. “Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

He swallowed his large bite and shot his friend a smirk. “Sorry, Ma.”

The two of them made their way up to Tony’s lab. When they arrived Bucky took the lead, punching in his access code and calling out a hello as he entered. Steve grabbed the tray of food that was right where Pepper had said it would be and followed the brunet into the room.

“Hey, Tony, Pep said you haven’t been eating,” Bucky said in a tone of practiced cheer. “But see, the thing is, food is important for your brain to work well. So’s sleep and water, but we’re on the topic of food at the moment, so that’s what we’ll focus on for now. You’ve got a really smart brain and it needs fuel, so why don’t you come join us and the three of us can eat together?”

Tony didn’t even look up from where he was bending over a nearly identical replica of Bucky’s prosthetic.

“I just had some blueberries, thanks though. Need to finish these adjustments and that should improve your arm’s strength and mobility by fifteen percent. It’ll be even better once JARVIS finishes the new alloy calculations, but the current alloy can’t handle the pressure of more than –”

“Tony,” Steve cut in, “it’ll still be there when you go back to it. Come on, take a little time with friends who care.”

The genius made a rather undignified squeak of protest when Bucky stole his tools from his hand.

“Hey, I’m not done with those.”

“Of course you aren’t,” Bucky placated, “but for now you’re going to eat with us anyway. You can have them back after.”

Tony glared at both of them. “I’m only conceding because I’m not dumb enough to think I could take on either of you alone, much less together, and I’m fully aware Barnes is going to play keep-away until you’re both satisfied.”

“Smart move,” Bucky said smugly as he tucked the tools behind him. “Sit. Eat. Tell us about your day.”

“It’s been a day,” Tony snorted. “Fridays aren’t that special, no matter what the average American seems to think.”

“Uh, Tony,” Steve shared a look with Bucky, “it’s Monday.”

The genius blinked a few times, looking back and forth between them to see if they were serious.

“Oh.”

“See,” Bucky opted for a teasing tone, “I told you. Food is important for your brain. Ignore it and suddenly you’re missing things like whole weekends.”

“It’s been a bit of a blur,” Tony admitted, picking up one of the sandwiches from the tray. “I just got the idea for how to make your arm better, and I had to figure it out. I guess it’s taking longer than I realized.”

“Tony, I appreciate how much you care about making sure my arm works perfectly,” Bucky leaned forward with a serious expression, elbows resting on his knees and eyes locked on his friend, “but I need you to know that it’s already capable of more than I am. It’s more than strong enough for the odd construction jobs I get, and it can move as fast as I can think. You’ve already given me more than I could have ever hoped for.”

Tony bit his lip and stared at the floor. “It isn’t enough. It will never be enough.”

“I think,” Bucky said, bracing his metal hand on his friend’s shoulder, “that I ought to have a good idea of what I need. It’s more than enough, Tony. Hell, you’ve revolutionized prosthetic technology and it’ll make millions of lives better. That right there? That makes everything that happened worth it to me.”

Avoiding Bucky’s gaze, Tony locked eyes with Steve. “How did he end up the well-adjusted one of the three of us?”

“Hell if I know,” Steve smiled softly. “He’s right, though. You don’t owe either of us anything, so please don’t destroy your health because of misplaced guilt.”

“I’m not going to win this argument so I’m going to ignore that statement until the two of you have to leave.”

Bucky looked at Steve. “I’m free the rest of the day.”

“My date got moved to tomorrow,” Steve added with a nod, “and I’m pretty sure my boss gave me the rest of the day off, so we’re not going anywhere.”

“Finish at least one sandwich,” Bucky said with a smirk, “and I’ll let you mess with my actual arm while Steve explains when he started dating and why he didn’t tell us.”

The two of them laughed when Tony immediately stuffed the whole end of the sandwich into his mouth and bit down. He winked at them, his cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk and a smile threatening to send his food spilling out of his mouth.

Not the way I thought I’d spend the rest of the day, Steve thought, but not bad. Not bad at all.

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Footnotes of Life

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Now this story is gonna be a roller-coaster of emotions with DamonXDana, hope you enjoy.

THE BEGINNING

Mystic Falls was such an interesting place in that Dana hates everything about it. She knows a lot about it too, is the problem and the reason the old bats that make up the Elder’s council sent her here. The past three times she’s been here. And now again.  If she never heard of this town after this assignment it would be too soon.

Thankfully she had leverage, built upon since the 1800s when she’d first arrived here looking for one Katherine Pierce who’d caused problems for the Clan. Now she’d been sent back following the rumours of a new doppelganger having popped up. Elena Gilbert, 17 years old. Pretty tragic back story for someone that young, even in Dana’s experience. But it did give her a bit of an idea as to what she should do. The Founder’s Ball was coming up and she had extensive training in dancing. Plus blackmail. Pretty persuasive blackmail. It would all work out.

Seeing the Lockwood estate through the taxi’s windows she drew in a deep breath and took out some cash to pay the driver. Here she went again. Not like she had better stuff to do at home. A month old little girl, a sad, closed off ex husband, the nicest asshole she ever met for a best friend and co-parent. Yes, her life was free, the council knew best after all. A broken heart to nurse and a surprise pregnancy notwithstanding.

She rounded the car, popping open the trunk and lifting her luggage. She set it down next to her and waited until the taxi took off. And where the shit was she supposed to be living in this hell-hole? She sighed for the millionth time since having heard about this mission and jumped when her phone dinged. Reo again. His hair was longer than when he’d been a teen, back when they first started really talking, styled to the side, same weird hairstyle choices as ever. He was holding their daughter in his arm, smiling down at her as the baby blew a bubble, the picture having been taken at just the right moment. Why was she here? When she could be there, with her daughter and her best friend?

Grumbling under her breath Dana turned and pulled at the handle of the luggage, heading for the house. The big anti-vamp meeting was about to begin she knew.

“What the FUCK, dude?!” the luggage had fallen, Dana on top of it, her back on its edge. Great, not her back hurt too, not just her head. She turned toward the cause of her fall, a man – brunet, ice blue eyes, not very tall – smirked mockingly down at her.

“You should watch where you’re going, lady!” he said, tone scanting, eyes colder than their color. Dana recognized Damon Salvatore immediately. And hated his guts just as fast.

“You arrogant little shit!” She yelled, pushing up on her feet, trying to ignore the protest her knees sent her way, picking up her phone and luggage. Thankfully nothing was broken, except her patience.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you” he smirked at her. It was threatening, the tone, the look. But he was messing with the wrong person.

“Oh really, douchebag?” she got up right in his face, green eyes filled with rage. She could deal with the council if she killed him slowly, she thought as she saw him smile as if amused. The man was so conceited that it actually hurt her brain.

“Dana! Damon! So good that you’ve met each other!” Saved by Carol Lockwood. Well played Mystic Falls, well played.

“You know her, Mrs. Lockwood?” Damon was all charm, but underneath Dana felt the murderous rage. Good, she’s have fun winding him up and seeing him pop a blood vessel or two – like his heart.

“Yes! Come, the meeting just began. I’ll explain everything there.” Carol sent Dana a look that begged her not to kill Damon. Well, Carol at least knew who she was talking with, or what. Too bad Damon was never gonna find out, not even after Dana was done staking his little girlfriend in the ass.

MOVING IN TOGETHER

“You know you could just let me do that right?” she cocked an eyebrow and smiled sweetly, too sweet. Damon scowled back and just shifted the weight of the boxes in his grip.

“Oh I’m sorry madam spider, I didn’t know you’d arrived!”

Dana laughed, yelped and then leaned the tiny mountain of bags against the side of the building. She took two seconds to just breathe, work up her courage to go up the flights of stairs. She watched as Damon sped up to the main hallway and almost dropped her bags a second time laughing when he had to stumble to a stop because his boxes were falling over.

“Maybe you should tie them down?”

“Maybe I should tie you down instead?” he quipped, not even trying to look at her. Once he had them back in his grip, he resumed his trek down the hallway to the main staircase, all the while cursing the fact that the electricity hadn’t been patched up yet. He definitely would kill for an elevator right about now. Dana watched him go, mourning her arms already. Going up three flights of stairs had her panting, more so than if she had sped through the island from one end to the other and she was happy to see Damon must have felt the same way as he had just dropped the boxes onto the loveseat and then collapsed onto the bed. His feet were hanging out, one leg swaying to some imaginary rhythm in his head. She smiled and stepped inside, kicking the door behind her to squeeze through the bags, but not enough to close it. She lay them gently at the foot of the loveseat and then turned back. She stepped between Damon’s legs and waited for him to either look at her or say something. Luckily he didn’t disappoint.

“I refuse to do anything, but sit here, no matter how seductive you look at me, babe.” The soft look she’d had on gave way to a tiny amused snort before she bent a leg onto the bed and swung herself onto Damon’s other side. She only scooted a little bit so she could touch the side of her face to his hair.

“Trust me, anyone calls for me right now and they’ll meet a short and painful death.” she said, paused then seemed to think better as she amended. “If I get up at all.” Closing her eyes, she missed Damon nodding his head in emphatic agreement, but she did sneak her hand around his, lacing their fingers.  “Think we can just sleep?” she added, voice already slurring in exhaustion.

“Probably. It is our island.” he mumbled back, hooking his heel to the bed frame and lifting himself up a bit more comfortably. Dana whined at the disturbance, glared, then immediately resettled, her head now rested on his ribs. She sighed, content to just fall asleep when Damon’s pocket began buzzing and ringing. With an over exaggerated groan she lay back on her back, staring at their newly painted ceiling and questioning how she’d gotten here, a 26 hour awake, just got out alive person while her boyfriend was confirming that, yes we did in fact forget to bring any sheets for the bed Bon. Dana smiled to herself. She was pretty sure she wouldn’t change anything about it even if she had the chance.

“Come on, tell Bonnie to go out dancing and let’s sleep forever!”

“Bye, Bonster! Go and get some and let me sleep.” Damon’s hand had fallen, the phone no longer in his grasp, just sitting face up, shining with a picture of Bonnie in a Santa hat glaring playfully. Bonnie for her part didn’t wait for anything more, aware better than anyone just how exhausted both vampire were and Dana couldn’t help but wonder how Bonnie herself wasn’t just a tired version of a zombie like she felt and Damon looked just about now. She shrugged at her own question, her shoulder jostling Damon who’d already snoozed off. He turned bleary eyes to her, questioning.

“Phone.” was all that needed saying. In seconds Damon was asleep again, his phone still between them. Dana questioned if she should just be the bigger man here and actually put the phone on a table or something, if maybe she should take either of their shoes off, but ultimately lost the fight with awareness about halfway through the first question.

A DAY IN THE FAMILY LIFE

A loud bang resonated throughout the house, startling Dana and causing baby Seth to fuss in her arms where the two of them had been reading. Dana had decided to spend some time with her babies today, finally having found a moment of respite after long months of fighting and worry and heartache. She and Damon were slowly getting back to the ease with which they’d gotten used to those first six months of being together, after the year-long separation, and both were grateful for the short peace that had enveloped their livelihood.

“Damon!? What was that?” she slowly got up, cradling her nearly one year old baby in her arms, gazing softly at her baby girl asleep in her crib. She lowered Seth beside his sister, raising the railing separating the two in order for their sleep to go without a hitch and turned on the baby monitor both in the room and that she always carried with her and left. She rounded a corner, a long stretch of hallway before her, nothing out of the ordinary about it, except for how empty and quiet it was – everyone had been so sweet to give them these few weeks to get reacquainted – and called out for her husband again.

“D? Baby? You there?” she felt her anger rising, hating it when he didn’t answer like this – when anyone didn’t deign it to answer when someone was calling out – and walked outside. The sight of the large pool greeted her, the vaguely messy dance area looking abandoned in the wake of this exodus that was their friends going to their own houses for once. She closed her eyes and listened a bit, trying to remember where the loud noise had come from; and maybe see if she could hear any other indication of what it could have possibly been.

Another loud bang echoed through the quiet.

“Goddamnit Damon, I swear to fuck if you broke something I will –“ she cuts herself off, mouth hanging open, no words peaking through, a snort of laughter lodged in her throat. Her chest and belly give a few stuttering motions as she struggled not to collapse on the floor laughing with tears streaming down her round cheeks.

“Do not” began Damon, on his ass, his formally grey shirt peppered with streaks of various colours and materials, his hair a bird’s nest – quite literally as Dana saw branches sticking out alongside some feather that she had no idea how they came to exist in their house. “laugh.” he finished with a half cough half chock, the dust around him combining with the smell of all that paint creating a caustic gas that he could not utter a words through. Dana gulped back another guffaw, tears gathering at the corner of her eyes as she fought the instinct to laugh and nodded as seriously as she could.  She watched as Damon slowly unrolled his bent knees, stretching out long legs before him and then slowly struggled to get up only to slip backward in a flurry of rainbow and chicken feathers on some pink paint, bringing down the last remaining industrial shelf that supply room had had. The pure shock on his face and oddly shaped drawing on his shirt – which to Dana resembled a very unfortunate looking whale – were what broke her already thin control and she laughed as loud as she could, bending down at the waist, hand covering her face. It was only much later, after Damon had fully gotten up and washed up and Dana cleaned the supply room, after the kids had woken up and cried for food, after Damon re-enacted the Battle of Hogwarts with an old doll of Caroline’s standing in for Voldemort and a stick figure made by Dana’s nephew as Harry that he told her what exactly led to the disaster.

He’d wanted to get the dollar he’d dropped two days prior to buy Dana the kitsch-y, devil-lookalike little sticky wall hanger for their bathroom. Dana wasn’t sure whether she laughed more at that explanation or the aftermath in the end, only that she’d gotten her family day after all, as odd as it had been.

COMFORT

“Damon?”

She was sitting on a lounge chair, the water of the pool reflecting the soft light of the night time. Her feet were tucked underneath her thighs, cross legged, a blanket around her shoulder. Her hand peeked through the soft material, wiggling her fingers and smiling a tremble of a smile. Her eyes were glassy, the straps of her bright orange nightgown had fallen down her shoulders, as seen through the tiny gap.

“Hey, Dana.”

He approached her perch, sitting on the end of the lounge chair and putting a hand on her left knee, massaging it. She winced, her smile fading slowly as he continued the motion. He knew she always got sharp jabs of pain whenever thoughts of her past invaded her waking moments. She let her cold fingers grip his wrist, feeling for his pulse underneath the skin, the thrum of his blood reminding her she still had people in her life that loved her.

“I’m not okay, Day.”

She whimpered and Damon’s heart broke. She didn’t cry, not yet, just let her head fall onto the headrest and unfurled her legs into his lap, pulling the blanket around her torso tighter, as if doing so would hide the ugly scar splitting open her sternum. It didn’t, not to her, who could feel the pulsating pain of his fingers digging into her flesh, even now after so many centuries. Dana squeezed her eyes tight, breathed in a deep, shaky breath and looked back at Damon. His blue eyes sparkled in the light of reflected by the ripples of water around them, never moving from her.

He nodded, both to himself, but also as a way of reassuring her, and shifted, crawling over her and then gently easing himself to the side, sliding under her body, curling an arm around her shoulders. She shuddered, turning her face towards him, large green eyes gazing up at him, so vulnerable and pained and he let his legs entangle with hers, felt her arms bury themselves into the back of his Henley as she embraced him. He kissed the top of her head, breathed in her scent.

“I’ve got you, baby. You’re safe.”

He felt her borough her face into his chest, hyperventilating and shaking her head. She tightened her fingers into the material of the shirt, a trembling mess against him. He felt the tears soak his chest, felt her empty, chocked out sobs resonating with the beat of his heart, watched her legs curl further into the space between them as she curled up into a ball against him. He rubbed calloused fingers down her arms and carefully cupped her cheek. He thought she might fight him when he tried to lift her gaze to his, but she went pliant, leaning into the touch, planting a watery kiss to his palm. Dana smiled, a broken, twisted little smile and opened her eyes again.

“I’m sorry. I know I should be ove-“

“Shh, I’ve got you. I’m right here. Just sleep.”

She blinked back her tears, rose on her elbows and pressed a soft kiss to his temple, lingering there and breathing him in. He pulled her up further, cradled her into him, cocooning her in his arms. She sighed, still shaky, but gentle and relaxing against him. Nodding sluggishly, her breath evened out. She was still awake, her eyelashes tickling the side of his face, but calmer. Dana, snuggled up, nuzzling his skin, sniffling softly and shaking whenever she closed her eyes for too long.

“I’m right here. I’ll protect you, baby. You can let go now.”

He whispered, feeling her exhale and seeing her melt further into the warmth of his body, lean into the softness of his caress. Wrapped into him as she was, so close she could feel his every move, from the twitch of his thigh when he rearranged, to the rise of his skin when a cold breeze washed over them, she let the tension coiled inside her go, gave all she had left to him and sighed.

“I know.”

VALENTINE’S DAY

Damon was concerned. His wife was acting odd. Well, worse than she usually did nevertheless and for the life of him, he couldn’t stop the worry from mounting as he saw her bouncing in place again and giggling uncontrollably. Honestly, he worried for her mental health on a normal day, today he worried for his own too.

See, when Damon heard that Dana wanted to plan a nice non-Valentine’s Day Valentine’s Day, he was excited. He might not have celebrated a lot of holidays, but he liked to think that this one in particular he’d be pretty good at. So when last year Dana asked, gently and apologetically, if perhaps they could just not do anything for Valentine’s he’d been a tiny bit... disappointed. Which he didn’t mention, yet somehow his wife had heard or realized and took it upon herself to rectify the situation this year. In her own style. By celebrating on the 13th instead. A non-Valentine’s Day... Valentine’s Day

“So, what exactly are you planning here, D?” he had to ask, if only for his own peace of mind at this point.

“Not telling!” she sang in his ear, pecking him on the cheek and waltzing away. He turned to look after her, but found he’d been intercepted by his brother instead, no doubt tasked by Dana to distract him. Hours later, Stefan drunk and swaying against the wall thinking he’s dancing on the bar, Damon finally get the text calling him back home. He rushed over, half slumped Stefan dragged after him and dumped on a chair by the poolside, already asleep before he even gets to sit his brother properly, and stopped in their hallway. Soft music sounded from the bed room, and he strained a bit to recognize the song. “I choose you”. His heart stuttered. That was her song to him, blasting from the speakers in their bedroom, her voice mumbling the words. He walked down the corridor, the smell of deep rich chocolate and lulling rhythm of her voice drawing him in.

“Dana? What-“ the words were stuck in his throat. The room was much the same, except there were white Christmas lights decorating every corner, casting the area in deep shadows and soft edges, the quality of a dream. Dana was dressed in a dark red blouse, a plunging neckline and hem stopping at her thighs and making it clear she wore only a pair of black lace panties underneath. She was swaying to the rhythm.

“Damon! Wait! No! Go back, go back.” she rushed to him, her high heels clicking on the wooden floor of the hallway as she pushed him back around the corner. “When I tell you, you come in, ok babe?” with a grin she ran back inside. He heard her shuffling around, turning off the song. When she called him back inside, he was bemused and not sure what to expect, except for his heart to stop beating a salsa beat in his chest. The song was turned on. Her voice rose, sure and harmonious this time. She strutted toward him slowly, gazing from half lidded eyes and led him to sit on the edge of the bed. She settled her knees on either side of his hips and held his face in her hands, caressing his cheeks.

She smiled and winked at every “I choose you” she sang, circling her hips to the soft tempo, her eyes mapping his face and her hands following the road left behind. She let out a breathy “you” when he bit the pad of her thumb and he leaned into her when she let the digit trace his lower lip. The song was ending soon.

Damon snaked sure, wide palms up her legs, pulling her thighs straight up, pressing them into his chest as he nosed at her cleavage and licked up her neck, the line she was singing breaking as she moaned. Pushing at him softly, he eased up, blue eyes hazed as the song beat into his chest, into his heart. Warmth spread through him as she gently pushed him onto his back, leaning over him, letting her weight settle into his bones, her warmth into the chill his clothes had brought with them from outside.

“I love you, Damon” she whispered as one last “I choose you” echoed from the stereo. Dana’s lips met his, soft and innocent and oh so loving and he felt a tear slid down his face, disappearing into the bed sheets below, leaving her none the wiser about it. He flipped them over, licking her neck with short burst that had a riotous laughter bursting from deep in her belly.

“I know, Dana.” he grinned down at her, saw her huff  and pout and bend down to kiss her again, tracing her upper lip and letting out a sigh when her tongue met his. “Te voglio bene assai.” he crooned in her ear once Caruso swarmed around them, his song this time. Her eyes reflected the love back at him, so much love he could barely breathe and knew she saw the same in return as water gathered in her eyes and tears fell through her wide grin as she mouthed along to the song.

For non-Valentine’s day Valentine’s Day, it ended up pretty syrupy, especially after Dana showed him where she’d put the melted caramel. They ended up eating more than making love, but who could blame them really.

A NIGHT TO REMEMBER

Damon took a step forward onto the sandy beach, letting the summer sun bathe his face. He was home, finally, after dealing with nearly a month of shit in Mystic Falls. He took out the sunglasses from his jeans pocket and put them on, pulling onto the lapel of his leather jacket. The sand crunched beneath his heavy boots, the sun warmed the leather, attracted to the black colour of it, sweat gathering at the small of his back and sides, but he ignored it. He had an entrance to make and it would be good. Damon looked up at the large building, the size of a tropical getaway hotel, the house he and his wife of three years had built together. Heading east, toward where their apartment was situated, he ran at vampire speed toward where he knew the entryway stood, hurrying up the stairs and slowing to a relaxed walk when he reached the hallway near the kids’ room. He had a plan for him and Dana reuniting, but she could wait a bit, he had two little demons to greet and shower with attention.

It was about two hours later that he left the two to their own devices, together with their older half sister, having been thrown out on ground of “being too old, Daddy!”. He couldn’t really argue with that and he also wasn’t able to be away from Dana much longer. Being back home like this, seeing her presence in every crevice of their house, intermingled with his, seeing Seth soft cheeks and Izzie’s green eyes, so much like their mother sometimes, had him thinking about her even more.

He followed the sound of loud music to the poolside, where he knew she would be at this hour, night having fallen. He heard her before he saw her, spinning around in circles around her best friend and sending mischievous glances at Stefan, no doubt wanting to torture him by dragging him out to the dance floor, singing loudly with the current song.  Damon swallowed down his laughter as he didn’t want her to know he was there yet. He waited at the outskirts, leaning against a palm tree, eyes twinkling as she shimmied and swayed her hips absent minded to the beat of the next song, talking with Tony. She let her head fall back in a loud burst of laughter at something the other man said, then in a flurry of movements, she salsa’d her way toward the bar.

He loved moments like these, calm and happy, peaceful and insane. He loved her. His eyes traced her curves, the swell of her hips falling into the slope of her spine leading toward her rounded ass, the soft swell of her breasts. He saw her short hair ruffling in the breeze, her glasses glinting in the light of the lampposts. She was wearing her mismatched pyjama again, the flowing nightgown, cotton and white, worn out barely doing anything to hide the bright pink underwear she wore. She had purple socks on and nothing else. He shook his head in disbelief, the absolute disaster of her outfit out staged only by the confidence with which she wore it. He thought she never looked more beautiful than in that moment, balancing two drinks in her hands, each step toward where she’d left Tony and Stefan waiting a half skip to the beat of the music. She truly was ridiculous.

He chose the moment when she turned to look at the stage, jumping up and down, drinking from her glass and cheering on whoever had deigned to sing tonight from their friends. It was a Bon Jovi song, he thought as he made his way toward her, finger of his lips to signal to the other not to say anything to alert her of his presence. Sliding his hands around her waist, he felt her relax in his hold, no doubt recognizing him. She leaned into him, letting her weight fall on him, head falling onto his shoulder, a gentle smile on her lips as she mouthed the words to the song. He nosed at the sweaty skin of her neck, enjoying watching her squirm and yelp at the tickling feeling. When she turned around in his arms, she blinked her half-lidded green eyes and grinned wide.

“Hey, D!” she switched her hold on him, one hand going to his shoulder, the other gripping his hand and they began swaying in place. It was nice. It was home. Another song followed, and another, and another, then suddenly it was Black Velvet. Dana had taken a break from dancing and Damon himself had gone off into the large mob of people, but the throngs of the song drew his eyes back to hers and as she rose from her place, he returned to her. The song might not have been about sex, but the way she began moving and mouthing the words was. Damon was entranced as he followed her lead now, like a sailor toward a siren, ready to drown in her.

“Let’s ditch them, babe.” she whispered, grinding her ass into him, breathy voice and closed eyes. He grinned, bent and picked her up bridal style as she yelped and hit his chest in retaliation. But didn’t struggle much when she realised he was taking them to the bedroom. He put her down on the soft carpet and stripped of his outfit, deciding to match her look, worn pyjama pants with a guitar patter and fuzzy chequered socks. He decided to forgo the t-shirt, expecting it would be a bit redundant if they decided to go ahead with what had brought them here in the first place. Dana smiled sensually at him, one eyebrow raising suggestively and turned on her phone, the slow notes of a guitar filling the bedroom.

“I had an idea a few days ago and had no one to try it out with.” she began, taking him by the hand and pushing him down onto the bed. Damon lay sprawled out, rising on his elbows to look her, legs open, dangling over the edge, relaxed. He was intrigued. He wondered if he was about to get the rare lap dance from her, and from the way she began circling her hips, her hands caressing her body, it seemed that way. She played with her breasts, twisting the nipple, kneading the flesh through the nightgown, sucking two fingers into her mouth and trailing them down between her breasts, winking. He smirked and shifted on the bed, settling down, for now willing to ignore the growing erecting tenting his pants. She pulled off her gown, throwing it haphazardly behind her, landing onto the lamp and gangling there, leaving her with a large comfortable pair of pink panties and those ridiculous socks. She turned and bend down quickly, back arched and hips jutting out, making a show of taking off her socks, tripping and readjusting with a laugh, cheeks red from exertion and arousal.

Damon followed her lead, taking of his socks as well, palming his hardened cock through his pants, biting his lower lip to stifle a moan, failing as a snort of laughter bursts through anyway when Dana twists too hard and bumps her shin on the corner of the night stand, cursing loudly. The mood doesn’t break though, if anything, the laughter only fans the flames, leaving Damon speechless when suddenly it’s gone and Dana is on her hands and knees, inching her way to him. She pushes her hands up his legs, kneading his thighs just this side of too painful as her knuckles graze him. his head halls back with a loud groan and he feels her answering, pleased smile against the stuttering skin of his belly. Her tongue traces around, mapping the ridges of his abs and dipping below the waistband for but a split second. Her thumbs flick his nipples and her teeth graze his side as she slowly nips and licks and sucks downward. She pulls his pyjama pants off with her teeth, low enough to free his cock from within its confines. She rises to her feet and stretches above him, knees bracketing his hips, hands on either side of his head, a wide grin on her flushed face, an answering one on his.

“Hi.” she whispered softly, blinking down at him. “I missed you, babe.”

“Me too.” He wound his arms around her, caressing down her spine and feeling as goose bumps rose in the wake of his touch. One hand tangled in her hair and pulled her to him, stopping just before they could fully kiss, breaths intermingling, green to blue staring at each other. Her grin softened and she closed the distance, opening her mouth at his probing tongue and matching the pace he set. It was a gentle kiss, a welcome home kiss. It fit the still strumming guitar in the background.

“I want to fuck you to the rhythm of this song.” she mumbled against his lips, separating them, drawing back and waiting to see what he thought, a challenge in her darkened gaze, feet beating the melody out of bed, suspended there.

Damon closed his eyes and listened to the music, feeling the beat in his chest. Dana had a lot of wacky ideas when it came to ... anything really, so this didn’t surprise him in the slightest, what did surprise him was how fitting the song was. He hadn’t even realized they’d basically moved with it this whole time. Even now they were following its melody, her body moving back and forth on top of him, hips grinding to the notes almost unconsciously.

“Sure, go for it.” he grinned and grabbed her wrists, in a swift movement having pinned her beneath him instead, grounding into her with sure moves. Her head dug into the bed spread, hair a mess, mouth open in a silent gasp. He let his face morph, veins rising underneath his eyes, fangs elongating. She opened her eyes and moaned at the sights, her panties growing wetter, by now soaked through. She hooked one leg around his upper thigh and pulled him closer, rising her hips into him, the tip of his cock massaging her clit. She grinned defiant, not one to give up the fight so easily. He grazed the swell of her right breast with his fangs, nipping and breaking the skin. With a hiss of pain, she grinded harder into him, one hand clutching at his hair, the other digging nails into his biceps. He sucked at the small puncture wound.

“Day-“ the gasp is forced from between her lips when he snaked a hand into her underwear, adjusted the angle so that the only thing separating them was her panties and his pants, circling her clit too fast. Her head thrashed from side to side, biting her lower lip, scratching his arms, fingers finding purchase into the sheets beneath them. “Oh fuuuck!”  Her back arched into his touch, so close to an orgasm, when he suddenly pulled away, a shit eating smirk on his lips and she growled, tears of frustration gathering in her eyes.

“I have a few ideas too, baby.” He pulled off the last article of clothing and watched as she almost ripped hers off as well, then she smiled, sweet. Too sweet.

He was pinned, arms locked at his sides by her shins digging into them, her wet heat inches from his face. She was bent over him, her warm breath making his erection twitch, as if maybe the right angle would catch the softness of her lips. He couldn’t move his head at the angle she held him, he could reach and swipe his tongue inside her. But she could so she did, gentle little kitten licks down the underside of his dick, harsh sucks to the head, quick rapid fire bobs up and down his length. His head was swimming, Dana was in heaven, his moans and growls and the gentle bucking of his hips under her hands and mouth everything she’d ever wanted.

When Damon was close, she stopped, hovering just out of reach, her lips still close enough to lightly graze of oversensitive tip, precum gathering and rolling down onto the bed sheets. “You’re right, babe. This was a great idea.” She purred and he felt the vibrations in his whole body. He shuddered and bucked up harder. Her left knee gave pain filled twinge then and he took the advantage, sinking one finger then two into her, caressing and twisting and curling at just the right angle that she screamed out his name. The song picked up tempo. They didn’t even hear it.

“Damon, if you don’t –“ Dana was going crazy and sick of his teasing when he took out his fingers, licked them clean, making an obscene amount of nose as he did so and slowly sunk into her. Her legs tightened around him in reflex, her back arched and her mouth opened in a silent scream. They were both too strung up at this point to mess around anymore, so Damon set a punishing pace, the long month of separation echoing in the desperation of his thrusts. Dana matched his rhythm, rising her hips in time with him, licked his neck, bit at the space behind his right ear that had his hips stuttering and his breath catch. He caressed y inside of her knee and she moaned, kissing him frantically, teeth and spit and lips mashing together.

“Come on, comeoncomeon-“ she mumbled under her breath into his ear, he swore against her hair. He pulled at her, slipping out and turning onto his back, guiding her to sit back onto him. She sat down in one quick motion that had her feeling him deep in her belly. Damon let her set the pace now, the guitar faster and louder in the background, matching their own rhythm. She rose slowly and thrust down hard.

“Oh fuck, Dana” Damon groaned, fingers digging into her hips, no doubt leaving bruises. She repeated the motion, uuuup and down, uup and down, up and down!, again and again and again.

“So close, Damon” she moaned his name, breath stuttering in her lungs. He nodded along, helping her, moving her bodily over him when her thighs began trembling and her belly quivered and his arms shook.

They were both so close, so unbelievably near to the edge, all it took was two well angled thrust, one hard push into her. And then the song ended. Her movements lost momentum, his hips twisted the wrong way and the cresting pleasure was lost.

“Fuuck. No!” she cried out, collapsing onto his chest, eyes wet, body still too sensitive to be touching his so much. Damon growled in frustration and punched the sheets. They lay like that for a few seconds, with Damon still buried deep inside her until a hysterical laughter gripped her. Her whole body trembled above him as she laughed, startling shivers of pleasure from both due to the movement. “Typical.” he murmured, kissing her sweaty forehead and chuckling as well as she rose on shaky hands and kissed him deeply.

“Love you, babe.” she whispered and lay back down, nuzzling his neck. “Gimme two minutes. Fuck the song” she added with a deep breath.

“Love you too. But next time, loop the goddamn song.” he caressed her sides as he spoke. Goose bumps rising on her skin and he knew she didn’t need two minutes anymore.

“Next time, huh?” she swivelled her hips and saw him chock on a moan, tired, happy smile on her lips.

“God, I missed you.” he spoke as he thrust up into her once more, heat curling in his belly again, felling her shudder at the motions.

“Fucking guitar riff!” she cried out in retaliation, stuttering laughter in her belly as he resumed a slower pace than before. They fell asleep sated, curled around one another, in a silent room.

LIFE HAPPENS

“So how about that dinner you owed me?” Dana bats her eyelashes up at Damon. He’s leans further back against the desk in their bedroom, quirking an eyebrow, blue eyes shining in amusement.

“Owed, is it?” She laughs, long and loud. Nods. Yelps when he rushes to her and jumps out of the way, giggling when he snorts into the pillows as he lands. “That was unfair.” He grumbles, turning onto his back and looking up at the plain beige ceiling. Dana settles back down, curling around him, head on his shoulder, nuzzled against his neck, hand on his heart. He sighs. Shifts his weight. Clears his throat. Plays with the hem of her t-shirt.

“Do you really have to go again?” it comes out as a whine, but there is something more hidden below the surface as the woman further boroughs her head into the crook of his shoulder. They lay like that, in silence for a few seconds, neither willing to disrupt the calm and quiet. Dana’s mind a whirlpool of thoughts, from worry about how volatile Stefan is being recently, since the almost murder of their mother, to joy at being able to hold onto Damon a few minutes more. When Damon’d come back with a ridiculous reindeer beer mug, she’d figured the worst had passed, yet now here he was about to leave again.

“I’ll be back tonight, you know that, babe.”

“True” grumbling under her breath, she springs from where she was laying, all manic energy and crazy smiles. “Alright! You go do ... whatever you do in that hell-hole and I’ll go see who’s around here.” She kissed him on the lips, tugging a bit on his lower one as she pulled back, winked, turned, and skipped out of the room. Bemused, Damon set about to change out of his current sleep wear, boxers and an old shirt of Dana’s that had fit him last night well enough.

Mystic Falls was as per usual a cesspool worth of horrible things on the verge of happening. He wasn’t sure whether the memories of the Phoenix stone were still that fresh in his mind, or perhaps simply no longer being used to being there, but Damon was anxious. Anxious, like when you see the dark storm front approaching, anxious like feeling the air drop in a room following an argument, anxious like struggling to smuggle your younger brother outside of father’s study so neither of you are met with a too sharp tongue and even shaper whip. He stays though, long after nightfall, helping Wannabe Deputy Dumbass clean up the newest mess created by whoever had decided to come to their little cursed town that day. He was looking forward to home more so than any other time since maybe actually being rescued from the Phoenix stone.

It’s quiet when he arrives back.

Well, perhaps quiet is too much, there’s still a too loud poolside with too many people drinking and dancing and talking, there’s still a full house greeting him, lights blaring from the windows and shining from the small shopping district they’d made out of boredom, but there is something wrong lingering in the air. He can almost taste it he thinks, as he descends the stairs and heads to the main area. Dana isn’t there tonight. Not particularly surprising, seeing that she does tend to hole herself in their bedroom and binge watch things online often enough, but it is that anxious feeling swirling in the pit of his stomach that sets his teeth on edge.

She’s in bed when he arrives, sleeping.

He joins her, quickly returning to the earlier outfit he’d worn before he left, not yet having been picked up by anyone. She turns in her sleep, groans, scrunches up her face and pushes closer to the edge of the bed. She dips a hand over, dangling it there for a few seconds more, then quickly switches onto her other side, pummelling the pillow with her face, arranging it. Damon lays down at her back, pushing her towards the wall. She’s a warm, reassuring presence against his chest, content as a cat on a radiator.

Damon falls asleep, legs tangled with Dana’s.

Dana wakes up in a cold sweat, breathing harsh and heart racing out of her chest, the last vestiges of her nightmare clinging to her awareness still. She closes her eyes tightly, forces her breath to even out and not turn into a full blown panic attack tonight. She’s still shaking, cold from where the blanket had fallen off of her.

Damon sobs in her ear. She freezes.

Dana plops back on her back, feeling the overheated skin of his forearm rubbing her too clammy one. As another gargled sound rips its way out of his lungs, she pushes up onto her elbow and softly caresses his cheeks, his arms, his chest. His breathing is heavier, his eyelids moving brusquely. She tries waking him, mumbles out his name, tells him to get up. She doesn’t want to yell out tonight, her vocal chords already abused enough due to her own nightmare.

Damon stirs, eyes fluttering open, hand twitching his hers.

Dana lets him calm down, tries to wait for him to be fully conscious before she can say anything. The room is dark and shadows play at the corner of her sight, sending shivers down her spine at cold blue eyes surrounded by snow. Damon pulls her to his chest, arms tightly wound around her, plastering his sweaty hair to her cheek. She waits, spying demons in the night, dancing just out of her periphery, closing in faster than she can control her lungs. Damon’s the first to speak.

“Nightmare.”

It is both a question and an answer in equal measure. He knows she has them every so often, sometimes she remembers them in the morning when she wakes up, mostly she just never know she’s had one to begin with. It is rare to find her awake this deep into the darkness. She nods. The demons are getting closer in the night it feels and despite the heat of Damon’s embrace, she’s cold.

“Was it Lily?”

Her voice is clear, deep with sleep and fear. She talks when she’s nervous, she barely utters a word when she’s terrified. He tells her everything he can recall, if only to fill the void of night. His mother, Lily, yes, but his father as well. He was a child again. He still could feel the bruises from his father heavy hand and his mother’s ignorance. He makes a joke out of it, despite the ache in his eyes that tells him nothing is funny right now.

The anxious feeling lingers well into the morning.

When he wakes up, he’s covered in blood. Dana is in the shower, struggling not to let the cries echo as the deep gashes her nails had inflicted on her chest still haven’t stopped bleeding. They are silent when she returns to bed. Him ignoring the bandage taped to her chest, her not mentioning how red and puffy his eyes are. The darkness retreats from the bedroom, the feeling fades. Now all that is left is piecing each other back together again, as they must always after something like this.

Pieces have gone missing again.

“You owe me dinner, babe.” she whispers into his hair, barely controlled emotions masked by however little energy she can muster, the smile a dead carcass on her lips.

“I can work with that.” he wiggles his eyebrows, licks his lips, but there is nothing seductive about it yet, just a facsimile of what their banter should be.

They try to soak up the warmth. The demons howl. The anxiety chocks.

[sinister-moonlight]

Day 3! I can’t believe its already over! I have cried for three days straight almost and for the last day I decided to give you all a mix of crack-angst and smut! (My first smut so lets see how this goes.)

Chapters: 3/3 Rating: Explicit Relationships: Levi/Eren Yeager

Day 3 Goodbye: (Smut - Nsfw) Two years have past and fall is upon them when Eren have to face Levi with sorrow in his heart. Only that things are not always as they seem.

”I guess this is it huh…” Emerald eyes shone with unshed tears that threatened to fall any second. Eren clutched his chest hard to try and hold them in, but it was getting harder and harder to control them.

”2 years sure past quickly… Sure there were a lot of things that went wrong and there was times when I feared you would disappear as well… but I enjoyed all of our time together. I will miss you Levi and I just hope that you will find someone who loves you as much as I do… and always will.” Eren finished with a sniffle as the first tears started to pour. This was it. He always knew that this day would come eventually. There was no stopping it, but it was still heartbreaking. Having to watch Levi run off to find someone else knowing he would never see him again.

Levi had always been the strongest of them and had always been there for him even when Eren had felt like just giving up and ending it all. First when Armin had died from hunger in the cold winter leaving behind an empty hole in Eren’s chest. Then the second time when Mikasa had been taken away from them in cold blood. It had traumatized Eren to the point that he just locked himself up crying for hours. It had been the thought of Levi and Hanji that finally brought back his strength to get up from his bed.

Things had been peaceful and happy for quite some time after Mikasa’s death and Eren grew closer to the two he now called family, but things could never just stay happy could it?

Exactly one year had come and gone quickly since Armin died when the flood happened. There had been almost no warning. Eren had only managed to get Levi out by the time it reached them and they had both watched in horror as it had drowned Hanji. All Eren could remember was seeing brown disappearing under the black water.

Now back in the present Eren found himself standing before Levi who had just abruptly stopped during their hunt to just stare at the brunet. He had not made any sound, but Eren did not need any to know what was going to happen.

The second autumn had fallen upon them. The leaves were falling to the orange ground painting the surrounding in bright colours. It was time.

”Eren… Why are you crying?” Levi’s voice suddenly reached Eren’s ears, but it did not come from Levi in front of him. The voice did not surprise Eren instead it just caused the brunet to let out a loud sob.

”Because Levi is leaving me!” Eren turned sharply to face a short man with black hair styled to an undercut. Eren’s tears were now flowing freely down his red cheeks as the shorter man frowned confused at the statement.

”Levi is leaving you? Should I be aware of another Levi?” The man raised an amused brow while he crossed his arms and leaned back against the doorway behind Eren. His boyfriend gave him a half hearted glare before he suddenly pointed at the screen in front of him. Levi followed the finger and let a small smile grow on his lips. On the screen he could clearly read ’Shelter 2’ from the pause menu.

It was not a unknown fact to Levi that the first ’Shelter’ game had been one of Eren’s favourites. Shelter was a game where you played as a badger mother trying to help her babies to survive through unforgiving terrain for 2 years – one year was roughly 2 hours of gameplay. After said 2 years the babies would grow up to later leave in the fall to start the next generation. Eren had cried for days after his first badger baby had gotten eaten by a fox, but he had never reacted this strongly to the ending when they left.

It came as no surprise that Eren had bought the sequel the moment it came out. He remembered hearing his boyfriend talking about the game before it’s released and how it followed a lynx instead of a badger this time around.

”Ah. So you named one of your cubs after me? I don’t know if I should feel complimented or a bit concerned. What did you name the rest? If I remember right you named your badgers after Sasha, Connie, Isabel and Farlan.” Levi finally pushed himself off the door frame to walk over to his sniffling boyfriend and wrapped his arms around his shoulder. Eren – who was stills sitting in his chair causing him to be lower down – just leaned against Levi’s chest for comfort.

”Armin, Mikasa, Hanji and Levi. But Levi! You were the only one who survived! I’m a horrible lynx mother! Armin was white so I just lost him in the snow! Mikasa died ‘cause I was stupid and spawned the wolves! And Hanji died ‘cause I forgot what the ominous music meant! I ended up carrying Levi everywhere I went unless I hunted. And now he grew up and is going to leave mama for a new family… I’m happy but it’s so hard to just let him run off…” Eren sobbed more as he hugged Levi around his waist.

The older man smiled fondly as he loved how caring his boyfriend was even to virtual babies. His heart was bigger than a titan and Levi wished for nothing else but to just hold the man he loved in his arms. He wanted to just kiss away all of Eren’s tears and tell him how much he loved him.

”I don’t want you to leave me…” Eren’s voice was almost too low for Levi to hear as he mumbled into the older man’s shirt, but Levi had long since developed a skill to always hear anything Eren said as he did not want to miss anything his boyfriend said. So when his brain registered what Eren had said he went into action.

Eren let out a small yelp as Levi suddenly bent down to pick him up bridal style and started to carry him away from the computer and into their bedroom. Eren hid his face as he blushed from both embarrassment and shame for bringing up his insecurities. It was true that it would be hard to watch the lynx Levi leave, but what had really caused him to cry was that Eren always carried the fear that human Levi would leave him just the same one day. The man gave no such signals and always showered Eren with affection, but the fear was still there eating on him. It called him unworthy and always told him he was worth nothing.

When Levi finally stopped and put the brunet down on the soft bed Eren was quick to cover his face with his hands. He was trembling slightly as his sobs were still rocking through him. He both heard and felt when Levi moved on top of the bed to hover over him.

”Eren. Look at me.” Levi’s voice was nothing but soft and reassuring yet still Eren did not want him to see his ashamed and ugly crying face. He probably looked like a mess that needed to be cleaned up.

Levi would not have any of that as he gently grabbed Eren’s wrists and started to prey them off. He did not use much of his strength as Eren was not honestly fighting him. Levi was soon rewarded by the most beautiful man he ever seen. He thought that Eren looked stunning whatever he did even with droll on his cheek after sleeping sideways or with snot running from his red nose. Both his eyes and cheeks were red to from crying and blushing creating a stunning picture in Levi’s mind.

”You’re beautiful.” Levi’s words made Eren’s eyes grow wide and caused him to let out a loud sob as more tears flooded his banks. Levi just smiled as he leaned down to kiss them away. His lips gently kissed every part of Eren’s face. His forehead to his nose and then over to his eye lids until they found familiar lips. The kiss was so soft and tender that the tears only multiplied making Levi’s effort to erase them in vain, but he did not mind to redo it.

”Eren. I love you and that will never change. Not now and definitely not in the future.” Levi spoke nothing but the truth as he stroked Eren’s cheek tenderly. ”If anyone should be fearing anything then it’s me. I’m 15 years older than you and when I’m 75 you will be in your prime age of 50.”

Eren widened his eyes in shock at Levi’s words. He hated the thought of Levi being scared of him leaving because of his age.

”Levi! I would never leave you for that! I love you and I want to grow old with you. I bet you will look amazing with some gray hair.” Eren managed to smile through his tears as he reached out his own hand to run it through Levi’s obsidian hair. He loved the feeling of it against his skin and Eren was not lying. Levi would look amazing with some wrinkles and gray highlights.

Levi felt speechless after hearing Eren’s words as they really meant a lot to him. The thought of Eren getting bored with his old ass was not as uncommon as Eren might think, but the way Eren had shouted at him with a burning passion and without any hesitation managed to silent the hunting thoughts.

”I love you Eren.” Levi did not give Eren time to answer as he locked their lips in a heated yet tender kiss. He just ate up the sweet sound that Eren let out as his pale fingers started to run over Eren’s hoddie. They travelled down to the brunet’s waist where they wiggled their way under to tan skin.

Eren shivered delighted as he felt Levi’s fingers play with his hips and he made sure to pour out all of his emotions into the kiss until Levi could sense what he wanted to say. ’I love you too.’

The kiss was soon broken off as Levi’s hand started to travel back the same way it had started, but this time under the shirt. Eren gasped and let out a sinfully sound that made Levi shiver as his pale fingers found a pink nipple. The hand started to skilfully tease and play with the swollen nub in a way that always made his boyfriend weak to the bone.

”L-Levi. Don’t teas-mpf.” Eren got cut off by another kiss that instantly turned heated. Levi’s hand had not stopped fondling and teasing the nub yet, but made sure to give the other nipple some attention too. Eren moaned and groaned into the kiss while his own hands started to unbuttoned Levi’s shirt. He growled slightly in frustration as it did not get off fast enough. Levi broke the kiss with a sultry chuckle before he with skilled hands pulled the green hoddie off Eren with ease.

Eren had to reluctantly let go of Levi’s shirt to help him get the hoddie off. He shivered as the cold air hit his skin underneath seeing how he had skipped wearing a shirt under. The brunet glanced up at the raven shyly only to swallow hard as he took in Levi’s aroused face. Levi was sitting back on his hunches as he looked down on Eren. His cheeks were tainted red and his lips were bruised from their make out session, but it was his eyes that made Eren shiver. His pupils had blown out creation a silver ring around pure blackness that threatened to swallow him. Eren felt like a sheep being watched by a wolf that knew its prey could not escape it.

”You look like you want to eat me alive Levi.” Eren chuckled amused as he watched how Levi licked his lips and smirked.

”Oh I’m definitely going to eat you Eren. You look delicious.” Levi gave Eren a wicked smirk as he leaned down to lick Eren’s ear before whispering sultry into it. ”I’m going to devour you so only I will ever be able to have a taste of you. You will be forever mine.”

Eren shivered at the low and deep voice Levi used, but he soon started to shake and covered his face with both hands. Levi felt the trembling and shoot up worried that he had scared the brunet. He tried to pray off Eren’s hands from his face again only to hear a small giggle that had gotten muffled by the offending hands. Levi smiled as he finally understood the trembling, but the smile then turned into a smirk as his fingers suddenly attacked Eren’s side making the male explode with laughter.

”Haha! No stop! Haha!”

”Only if you tell me why you’re laughing.” Levi smirked more as he leaned down and gave his boyfriend a raspberry on his stomach.

”Levi! Haha! It tickles! You just sounded so funny!” Eren panted out as he tried to catch his breath. Levi blinked once, twice until he suddenly snorted loud with merit in his eyes. Eren smiled as he could listen to Levi laugh all day.

”Oh? You think I’m funny huh? I will show you how funny I can be.” Levi wiggled his fingers before Eren’s face making the brunet laugh more until he wrapped his arms around the shorter man’s neck to pull him down.

”Oh come here you big goof.” Eren chuckled before kissing his dorky lover. Levi just smiled into the kiss as he let his hands fall to Eren’s naked hips again where they start to rub circles on the bone. Eren let out a hum in pleasure and quickly his arousal returned. He felt how his sweat pants were getting tighter and based on the bulge he could feel against his leg, Levi was experiencing the same.

Eren arched his back causing his hips to grind up against Levi’s crotch making them both break the kiss and groan from the sweet friction. Tan hands quickly returned to get the offending white shirt off once and for all so he could get the satisfaction of admiring those toned abs. Eren’s mouth just watered at the thought of touching them.

The moment their kiss had broken Levi’s mouth had gotten busy kissing and sucking the sensitive skin around Eren’s neck while the brunet tried to get the shirt off. It might have been a funny joke, but Levi loved the taste of Eren and it always drove him mad with the mix of sea water and vanilla. It gave Levi flashbacks to Eren standing on the beach with the sun creating a halo around his head and Levi could remember how they had made love on that beach away from preying eyes. The thought made Levi pant harder for what was to come and his mouth worked on autopilot as it found Eren’s nape where he bit down.

Eren had just gotten the last button off when his eyes rolled back in a sudden pleasure. His mouth hung open in a loud moan while his back arched up again against Levi who only started to suck on the same spot. They had both figured out by accident one day that Eren was over-sensitive at the nape just where his neck ended. They had both been at shock by Eren’s loud reaction, but by now that had become Levi’s favourite spot to torture his boyfriend with bites and kisses.

”L-Levi.” Eren’s voice dragged out into a moan that sent shivers down Levi’s spin. Oh so he loved that sound. He hummed and kept suck on the spot while his nimble fingers started to work on getting Eren’s pants off. ”Unf-fair! I haven’t gotten anything off you yet. ”

Levi chuckled at Eren’s whine as he leaned back and kissed that adorable pout away. Their eyes met as the raven leaned back on his hunches again to remove his shirt painfully slow as he let it slide down his shoulders and arms giving Eren a show.

The brunet had to swallow a cup full of saliva as he took in Levi’s toned body. He wanted to just run his hands on those marvellous abs. He then admired his boyfriend’s strong and muscular arms as the fabric finally disappeared.

”Like what you see?” Levi purred as he noticed how Eren’s beautiful viridian eyes had almost completely gotten swallowed up by blackness as his arousal was obvious. Eren nodded quickly as he reached out a hand to finally touch Levi’s strong stomach before they travelled down to the swollen bulb by his pants. Levi groaned at the touch causing his naughty boyfriend to smirk.

”I sure do, but I want to see more.” Levi could not help but want to give the brunet what he wanted when he used that deep and musky voice. Eren really did not understand how much he had Levi around his fingers. He would never be able to leave him. Only death could force him to say goodbye, but even then Levi doubted he would truly leave Eren alone.

”Oh you do huh? Well we can’t have you waiting now, can we bright eyes?” Levi marvelled at the bright blush taking over Eren’s face from the nickname. He always got embarrassed by it, but Levi knew he liked it. Levi wasted no more time as he started to slowly unbuttoned and unzip his pants before peeling them off together with his black boxers. Silver was locked with viridian as they both panted from what was to come.

Eren held the eye contact until he heard Levi groan as his cock escape its tight prison. Eren knew that he was bigger than his boyfriend when it came to comparing dick size, but Levi easily beat him when it came to the thickness and damn if he did not love how it stretched him inside.

”Now it’s you who is unfair Eren.”Levi said as he ran a hand along Eren’s stomach and down past his happy trial. Eren shuddered at the touch and he would gladly make it fair again. So Eren followed the pale hand and grabbed it. With a smirk - that Levi found was too sexy – Eren started to use Levi’s hand to continue where his boyfriend had left off. The button was halfway out so it went off with ease. Levi then grabbed the zipper on his own and together they pulled it down. It did not take long until Levi released his hands from Eren’s as he started to peel the brunet pants off slow to enjoy the show of those wonderful tan legs coming into view.

”You really all beautiful, bright eyes.” Levi purred as he let his hand stroke Eren’s inner thighs where the tender skin got goosebumps. Eren groaned deep as a shudder ran through him.

”Levi I need you. I want you.” Eren moaned as Levi’s fingers brushed against his still – to Eren’s annoyance – clothed crotch. He needed the boxers off now! Levi seemed to understand the frown that had taken over his lovers face as he smirked and pressed his hand down hard on his crotch. Eren moaned even louder before he gave Levi a glare.

”Fine, fine.” Levi chuckled amused before he finally grabbed the offended fabric with his thumbs and pulled them down. He did so while kissing Eren’s check and stomach until the member finally got freed. A pale hand was instantly on it the moment it spring loose and Eren threw his head back with a out dragged moan that sounded suspiciously like ’Levi!’.

Eren was driven mad as his boyfriends skilfully hand pumped him with just the right pressure. Levi’s mouth had yet again attached itself to Eren’s nape so the pleasure was almost over the top.

”Levi! Hurry! I w- ahh want us to come togethe-ah!” Levi had bitten down on the sensitive skin the at the mere thought of Eren’s wish. Who was he to deny Eren that?

”Then you better hold it out because I’m ready to go all night long.” Levi’s voice had dropped as low as he could as he whispered into Eren’s ears. The brunet only moaned in reply.

Things started to go quick after that. Eren’s boxers finally flew of the bed, lube and condoms were being thrown onto the bed and kisses were being exchanged until Eren had three fingers inside him. It was far from enough for him and he made it known.

”Levi hurry! I need you inside me!” Levi shuddered at Eren’s needy and husky plead. He was close to the edge as well from just giving his lover pleasure. Eren whined as he removed the fingers, but his whole body was shivering from anticipation knowing what was to come next. In his lewd and aroused state Eren quickly put his hands under his tights and spread his legs wide while his clouded eyes locked on Levi.

”Oh god, Eren. You are so fucking sexy right now.” Levi cursed as he saw Eren’s ready display and he almost went in unprotected and dry from the mere sight, but Levi would never hurt him like that so he swallowed hard and fished for the condoms while keeping eye contact with Eren.

Eren’s eyes never left Levi’s as the man was getting ready. He chuckled amused as his boyfriend was hurrying to get the condom on and in his hurry dropped the lube bottle as he went to grab it. He was clearly as inpatient as Eren was.

”Levi. Come here.” Eren whispered low as he spread himself even wider and this time Levi was ready for the urge that took over him. He placed his hands on each side of Eren’s tights and positioned himself against Eren’s entrance.

”Gladly.”Levi said with a husky voice as he slid inside. Eren groaned from pleasure as he felt how Levi was stretching him out and rubbing against his inner walls. He felt amazing even though it stung.

Soon enough Levi was fully sheathed inside him as he had to hold himself back from just starting to thrust like mad. He had to let Eren adjust and be the one to give the signal. Levi looked down to where they were connected and he almost came from just the sight of Eren clenching around him.

”You feel wonderfully, bright eyes.” Levi groaned as Eren suddenly squeezed hard around him. ”Fuck! Eren!”

”L-Levi move! Please!”Levi did not need to be told twice as he pulled out so just the tip was left before he slammed in with an angle. Eren’s loud shout was his sign that he had hit his mark. Levi started to ram in quick and rough with each thrust hitting the sweet spot that made Eren see stars.

”Levi! Levi! Ah! Levi!” Eren had lost himself fully to the pleasure that his lover gave him and his voice was getting raw from a mix of his crying and his shouting, but it did not stop him from showing Levi how good it felt.

”Eren. Bright eyes.” Levi was panting and calling his boyfriend’s name just as much and every time he used the nickname Eren squeezes him making Levi curse loud only to repeat the circle.

They both knew that they would not last much longer so Levi snaked a hand around Eren’s wonderful thighs and started to pump him along with his thrusts. Eren moaned louder at the overstimulence and started to thrash around.

”L-Levi! I’m s-so close!” Eren cried out as Levi started to thrust even harder and he knew he would have a hard time walking later, but he did not care as he pulled Levi down to a heated kiss that was more tongues than lips from all their panting.

Eren widened his eyes as he felt the familiar pressure in his stomach and with one last moan he hugged Levi tight with both his arms and legs keeping the man inside him. Levi moaned loud when he felt Eren’s walls squeeze around him and with just a few more thrust he came undone into the condom.

Levi managed to pull out before he collapsed beside Eren where they both laid panting for breathe. Eren turned his head to give Levi a bright and goofy grin which Levi replied with his own.

”I love you Levi.” The brunet giggled while he moved to snuggle up against the raven’s chest. Levi smiled bigger as he hugged Eren closer.

”I love you too Eren and I always will.” He answered and kissed Eren’s soft locks. ”You know. I bet that lynx Levi found a beautiful brown male lynx that he fell in love with.”

Eren leaned back to stare at Levi with a surprised look on his face. Levi could not help but lean down to kiss his nose as he thought Eren looked adorable. Eren blushed bright at the show of affection before he giggled. ”Well that’s funny.”

”Mm?” Levi raised a curious brow at Eren’s statement. ”What’s funny?”

”The fact that I can play as lynx Levi now and that he is having babies. Does that mean he is actually a girl?” Eren giggled more as he buried his face on Levi’s chest again.

”Mm maybe or maybe he adopted them.” Levi hummed low making Eren giggle even more. ”Hey Eren.”

“Mm?”

“We should adopt a kid.”

”HUH!?”

THE END