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hornime · 3 years

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home workout | bokuto koutarou x gn!reader

“i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”

warnings: 18+, sub!bokuto, jealous!reader (i mean who wouldn’t be when bokuto, your goddamn boyfriend, is perceived by other people the fuck), also lowkey possessive!reader, lotsa licking and sucking, nipple play, some praise (from reader) and some begging, brief mention of dacryphilia, kinda soft at the end

w/c: 1.5k sheesh

a/n: bokuto brainrot has me in literal tears. him being completely clueless to people flirting w him cus he doesn’t recognize romance from anyone but you has me so soft. i luv this man w my whole heart !!!!! ALSO THANKS FOR ALL THE LOVE ON THE BAKUGO FIC I JUST ABOUT SHIT MY PANTS WOOWWOWO

you weren’t an idiot. you knew that your boyfriend was attractive in literally every aspect of the word. he was sweet, patient, and kind, and what he lacked in academic smarts was made up tenfold in his emotional maturity and ability to read people. big and beefy, bokuto was all yours and all you wanted to stay trapped within his arms forever. unfortunately, to maintain the figure you adored so much and stay in shape for the volleyball season, he had to leave the four walls of your shared bedroom far more than you liked, having a daily obligation to spend a few hours at the gym.

once again, you weren’t an idiot. the few times that your work schedule and his training schedule aligned, you’d been able to work out together. and despite your knowledge of just how good-looking bokuto was and the fact that other people could perceive him (much to your chagrin) you were shocked at just how much people shamelessly flirted with him.

cute girls with matching leggings and sports bras practically clung to his biceps, gushing about how strong he was and how he could probably pick them up with just one hand. their incessant giggling, mesmerizing hair twirling, and teasing touches pissed you off to no end, and you’d tug your boyfriend away before their breasts got too close to him for your liking.

something else you noticed was that, no matter how blatantly obvious the girls seemed to be, the guys were somehow worse, flirting through terms you couldn’t even understand. they compared deadlift weights, bicep curls, hip thrusts; you gritted your teeth thinking about whether they’d ever compared cock sizes in the locker room—you wouldn’t put it past those thirsty gym rats. sneaky bastards.

and bokuto, of course, was oblivious to it all. how could you blame him—he was so used to being adored! you knew that, to him, all of their praises paled in comparison to yours, but you couldn’t help but feel jealous. he was all yours—should be all yours—and you hated sharing him with the world.

you woke up saturday morning with a ringing in your ears, hand smacking the nightstand trying to turn off that god-awful alarm noise, bleary eyes barely able to focus on the text notification from your boyfriend.

[5:33 AM] kou: gm babe!!!! i didnt wanna wake u up cus u looked so peaceful! im heading to the gym rn. text me when ur up! love uu

[5:34 AM] kou: should be home around 9!! gym bud wants to show me something so i might be a little late for breakfast.

just to reiterate, you weren’t an idiot. for all the annoying flirting you noticed when you were with bokuto, there was no doubt in your mind that there must be a lot more when he was at the gym alone, which, unluckily for you, was most of the time since he was a freakin’ pro athlete and all.

you couldn’t prevent the pool of envy from swirling in your gut. gym bud? are you serious? who could that be? the girl with the arm tat or the dude with the dreads? no, maybe its that yoga instructor with the ass—

you shook your head, clearing your brain. you’d be here for hours if you went through everyone at that stupid gym that had ever shown interest in bokuto. the clock read 9:53 AM and the green flame in your body only burned brighter. just as you were about to call him and ask where he was, the front door slammed open.

“babe! i’m home!”

you silently put your phone down, teeth still clenching in jealousy. for some reason, hearing his voice only exacerbated the tension in your shoulders. you needed him. now.

“babe?” his voice creeped closer as he tread through the hallway towards the room. “you up?”

you peeked your head out of the doorframe, cheery voice masking your devilish intentions, “kou!"

his eyes brightened as he made eye contact with you and flashed his trademark smile. “hey! what’s u-” he took in the mischievous glint in your eyes “-p?”

you grabbed his burly forearm, yanking him behind you and walking towards him, forcing him to stumble and fall back on the bed. “wait! i’m all gross and sweaty,” he said, “gym showers were broke-”

“i don’t care. take off your shirt.”

“wow, someone’s eager. missed me that much?”

“watch it,” you glared. “i’m not in the mood, kou.”

he gulped at the dominance radiating from your voice, scrambling to take off the t-shirt that stretched between his pecs perfectly. with the fabric off and throw haphazardly to the side, he looked to you expectantly, the epitome of innocence.

your eyes wandered over his sculpted chest, the remnants of a soft sheen of sweat from his workout making it shine in the sunlight pouring through the blinds. your heart stuttered in your chest—he looked like an angel. coupled with the way with his bottom lip was tucked under his front teeth and the wide, anticipating look in his eyes, fuck. you almost smiled how blessed you felt in that moment, to see him in such a raw, alluring position, before a jarring thought caused your lips to twitch back into a frown.

everyone else can see him, too.

your eyes hardened. maybe they can see him all big and strong, you thought, but they’ll never get to see him like this: submissive.

and so fucking sensitive.

within an instant, your lips were latched on the soft spot above his collarbone, causing him to whimper in pleasure. you continued to travel along his throat, slowly working your way to the other side of his neck and crossing back to nibble at his adam’s apple.

you unexpectedly pulled away, drawing a short whine from him, before repositioning yourself so that you were straddling his outstretched legs. slowly, starting from the hem of his shorts, you dragged your tongue between the ridges of his abs, moving up towards his pecs, tasting the saltiness of his sweat and feeling the muscles tense underneath.

“fuck,” he groaned. as your lips puckered around one of his peaked nipples, he uncontrollably jerked his hips up, inadvertently rubbing his sensitive cock between your legs. overwhelmed by the sensation, he moaned. “fuck.”

“you taste good,” you muttered, grazing your teeth over his other nipple. “just wanna taste you all the time. you’d let me, right?”

thoughts muddled by just how good everything felt, he nodded mindlessly. “i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”

you paused. raising your head from his chest, you made eye contact with him, so intense he almost closed his eyes to shield himself from the blaze burning in your dilated pupils. “why’d you stop,” he begged, “i want more. feels so good and i wan’ mor-”

“say it again,” you demanded. “tell me that you’re mine.”

his eyes, glossed over and prickled with tears precariously close to falling, squeezed tightly as he spoke, unable to control the growing volume of his voice. “’m all yours. always. all yo- yours.” he gasped as you resumed your movements, pinching the sensitive skin around his v-line while fervently leaving sloppy kisses on his chest.

“good boy.”

he keened at your praise. another light touch to his cock combined with the passage of your mouth had him trembling, and his breath hitched as he cried out in warning, tears now flowing freely over his flushed cheeks. “m’ gonna cum, ‘m gonna, gonna cum.”

“yeah?” you whispered, lips brushing against his strained abs. “go ahead then.”

“fuck!” he whined, blabbering as you sat back and watched in awe of the beauty before you, a big strong man like him reduced to nothing more than a moaning mess. “fuck, fuck—you always make me feel so, s-so go-od, fuck i love you.”

with soaked shorts and an exhausted sigh, he dropped his head back onto the plush comforter of the bed. you flattened your palms on his quivering body, reeling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. he panted, running his fingers through your hair before nudging your face to look at him, staring at you with an expression of pure bliss and adoration. he studied you for a bit before declaring with a soft smile, “you’re the best. so fuckin’ happy that i’m yours.”

driven by affection, he sat up and reached his arms around your waist, snuggling his chin over your shoulder and mashing your chests, yours clothed and his naked, together. “kou wait!” you shrieked. “you’re all sweaty again! it’s gross!”

he chuckled. as if you hadn’t been spoiling him by licking it up just a few minutes ago. “you’re right. i‘m probably sweating more now than i was after my workout.”

at that, your ears perked up. “well maybe you should do home workouts more often then,” you teased.

“you’re right,” he repeated with a grin, “maybe i should.” if it meant more mornings like these, he’d forego the gym in a heartbeat.

that night, he canceled his gym membership. after all, he reasoned, it’s offseason anyway.

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rumblelibrary · 3 years

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hii!! i saw your requests are open, if you’re not too busy could you write something about Laszlo falling in love with reader (she’s a friend of Sara’s and helping with the case) but he keeps trying to avoid his feelings and remain professional and friendly until then he gets jealous of Marcus (or maybe John whoever you think works best) and starts being mean and pushing her away and then John or Sara are like “really?? can you not see that she likes you?” and he apologizes and it’s all fluffy at the end??

that was a bit long sorry, i hope you’re having a great day💗💗

Worlds Apart [Dr Laszlo Kreizler x Reader]

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Laszlo being his usual adorable dumbass

Author’s note: Thank you so much for giving me the chance to write your story, hope you’ll enjoy it 💗💗

The first time your presence graced him was on an infamous rainy day. He didn’t mind rain, but it was the kind of storm that forced kids inside the Institute and some of them really benefitted of the time spent outside. So when you appeared at his doorstep escorted by Cyrus, a little of wetness on your shoulders and your hat, arms tightly grasping a big bunch of paper folders, untouched by the heavy weather clearly at your expenses, you looked like a gift from the above.

“Sara Howard contacted me, My name is Y/N Y/L/N, I work for the Town Hall Archives” you introduced yourself, a polite smile softening him. “It is my pleasure to finally meet you, Dr Kreizler” you added.

He blinked realising he was staring while your words moved past him without affecting him.

“Please, Sara told me you are going to be vital in the unravelling of this case, call me Laszlo”

He opened his arm on side letting you in as Cyrus walked away closing the door behind himself. A sense of guilt creeping over him, he realised how low his mind went to appreciate your physical side first and your sweet smile next, if men were anything different from the beasts, then why indulge still in such raw details. From that moment on, he decided, he would not do you the same disrespect. Little he knew that once he forbid himself to take grace of the sight of you, he would be overwhelmed by your bright mind. As you exposed those files to him you two started working together, day after day, time after time, a little dance of turning pages, soft smile, excited discoveries. Your smile affecting him in unpredicted ways, your good heart weakening his mask, your calm demure forbidding his raging fits. Anything of you made him better, any part of you was loved and worshipped by him, your position quickly transitioning from helpful hand, to admirable being and now to an ideal. A sense of necessity creeping over him every time you closed the space between the two of you to show him something, every time he stared at you wrapped up some archive ladder to find this or that file. Another thing you earned from him with time, the hardest maybe, was the ability to make him chuckle. You weren’t a goofball but you knew when to break down his thought process to bring him back to a quieter state. He liked you, he was even considering to offer you to leave the Town Hall Archives to work as his secretary at the Institute. The benefits of your presence made his work better and your natural tendency to method blessing his day to day activities with balance. Laszlo didn’t like to admit it, but a sense of possessiveness was also growing on him, he knew what was going on in his mind, or to better say it in his heart, but he refused to acknowledge it. The case was on, after the case maybe.

Or maybe never.

That’s what he thought when, after an interview at the house of a potential future patient of the institute, he took a stroll on the main road, his eyes darting on the flower shop only to recognise you there. Your figure associated with the colourful gifts of nature made his heart skip a beat, a sense of joy filled him soon to disappear when Marcus Isaacson figure appeared beside you holding three or four different kind of flowers in large bouquets, all of them meaning something love related: attraction, desire, kinship.

Those meanings pestered his thoughts, your soft laugh hitting his ears like an angel choir. Your hand lifting up as Marcus bowed his head toward you, your bare fingers running through his curls pulling out some wild leaf that got tangled among them.

“Silly me” he chanted like a child that has zero guilt about earning something undeserved “Come on Y/N, pick your favourite, I can’t hold them all forever”.

Laszlo’s eyes narrowed on him, hating the urgency in his voice, before drifting on the big bouquets, the carnations attracting his gaze, the meaning: pure love, faithfulness, also motherly love.

“The carnations” you said without a doubt moving your arms among the flower to pick them, the closeness you shared rubbing Laszlo in the wrong way.

A sudden realisation hitting him, rage boiling as he turned on his heels to rush to the Institute. What a fool he was, mistaking your natural kindness for…what? Interest for a cripple? Tenderness for a lonely angry man? His jaw clenched, rage surging through him, on that day the door of his office slammed so hard nobody dared to call for him, not even for dinner. When the next day you came to bring some papers and revise some new information, he was keeping a two meters distance all the time, if not more. Anything you said was welcomed with sounds the usual good morning disappeared.

“Laszlo” you called him after more than one hour spent welcomed by only silence and grunts “Did something happen? Maybe, I could help..”

“What exactly gives the impression I need your help?” He shot back before you could even mutter another sentence or even conclude the one you just begun.

His eyes raising from the papers he was holding, his hand moved to his glasses taking them off “As far as my knowledge goes, you’re here to support the investigation with documents and research, not to interfere with my personal life or a job like mine that requires not only tact but also a severe respect of the patient’s privacy”

You closed your mouth suddenly as he never reacted in such a way toward you. Usually he seemed to like to engage with you, to hear your thoughts and opinions, now his hard glare was dooming over you like the Judgment Day.

“I apologise” you resumed to say, maybe it was a bad day, those bad days John teased him about so many times, but that you never encountered before.

So you moved back to your spot respecting the distance he wanted, he put his glasses back on the bridge of his nose.

Nothing more was said.

That evening when you were about to leave you thanked him and wished him a good night, as you always did. Silence again, only one hand to be lifted as he didn’t even turn to talk to you. His reaction gutted you and from that day on to visit him turned into the heaviest hours of the day. There was no room for chat, no room for accommodation. You even brought some sweets one day thinking he might like it and he handed those just as quickly to the kids. You even asked him if you wronged him and he said there was nothing wrong.

After two weeks like this, you sat behind your desk at the Town Hall resigned to live with his silence, you stared at a little note he wrote to you once to thank you of your help with some documents titles underneath.

I admire your dedication to the case. Your help is invaluable L.K.

You read, but that didn’t stand anymore, for some reason.

“What’s that long face for?”

Sara asked leaning against your desk as you slipped that piece of paper underneath your notebook. You already gave Laszlo all the documents requested, you could throw that away, but you didn’t.

“I think I upset Dr Kreizler”

Sara looked at you surprised by the way you resumed calling him by his title, like you were trying to gain distance from him. You looked at her incisive look as you quietly explained to her your fears and doubts, what was going on and how you probably should ask John a way to repair the situation, because you were clueless. After your conversation Sara didn’t think about it twice and after concluding her duties she stormed at Laszlo’s office only to find him engaged in the billionth argument with John.

“What have you told to Y/N?”

She asked, a proper mad mama bear as she stared at him mercilessly, she was aiming for the throat and John looked at him puzzled.

“What have you done Laszlo? Having a fine woman interested on you hits so differently?”

Laszlo was about to answer Sara when he suddenly felt attacked on too many fronts.

“Wait, I beg your pardon? I think you have got into some mistake, John”

John looked at him and then at Sara as she shook her head impatiently and already fed up with Laszlo’s ways.

“She does like you Laszlo, where is your problem about it?” She inquired more “Is she not a doctor enough for your likings? Do you want a duchess or something? Because I don’t understand, if you’re not interested to her at least be human”

By this moment Laszlo was still incredule and a chuckle almost left his lips

“I think you are mistaken Sara, Y/N is in a relationship with Marcus Isaacson, I stumbled upon them already”

“Marcus? I thought he was seeing that Esther girl, Lucius complained about his lack of focus more than once, how did you manage to erase her interest that quick Laszlo?” John said surprised and Sara had to hold onto her iron will not to slap the both of them in their faces.

“You two are worse than any little town blabbermouth” she snapped.

John frowned feeling accused and Laszlo was ready to give her a lecture that could last until the end of times when you walked inside in a rush.

“Excuse me” you said out of breath, mud stained your dress as you clearly run your way to her Institute handing them a file “This just came”.

You gulped down as Sara glared at Laszlo while she guided you to have a glass of water.Laszlo studied the document without even acknowledging your presence, another victim served on a plate.

That evening he went to see the body, the Isaacson’s giving a full display of the wounds and marks on the body to him and John. By the rules of the obituary, you and Sara weren’t welcomed inside as they were. You sat silently, slowly tracing the stain on your skirt thinking how bad Laszlo’s impression of you must be now that you even showed yourself in such an improper manner, such a gentleman like him witnessing you in such a state. When they came out of the obituary Sara stood up as you remained sat, the warm presence of Laszlo now hunting you like a ghost every time he is around.

“The murderer knows we re close” Laszlo stated as he sighed, ashamed that another life was lost “I think that this victim in particular..”

“Y/N!”

Marcus interrupted him rushing out of the obituary with his bloody apron still on, his less than sanitary clean hand on your shoulder as Laszlo was ready to reduce the both of you to dust for interrupting him.

“Excuse me Doctor” Marcus head shot up to him before looking back down at you “Thank you for helping with the gifts, Esther adored them, we are going out again tonight” he said excitedly to you and a big smile, the first of the day, blossomed on your lips.

“I told you, you should trust me more often” you said and he nodded vehemently “If things go this good, I will come to ask you to help me with the ring” he said completely hyped up, bouncing curls everywhere, as you crossed your fingers for him and he repeated the gesture before disappearing again called by his brother who was fed up with his love talks already.

Sara crossed her arms as John’s stare went up to Laszlo’s face, the sudden realisation of his mistake hit him like a bag of bricks. A mix of shame and happiness filling him up. And now the doubt: did he ruined his chances forever? The next morning you came into his office, you never stopped wishing him good morning and being polite, no matter his attitude.

“Y/N” he called you as you were placing your belongings aside. Your surprised look due to his softened tone was unmissable to him.

“Come here, I wish to talk to you”

You grew nervous as he didn’t say much else, so you walked to him sitting on the couch beside him, the one where you shared so many talks not too long before, even if now it felt like an eternity.

“I want to apologise to you” he blurted out all together, no need to move around the topic even though that only affirmation run over you harder than any other phrase.

You didn’t reply, allowing him to proceed.

“I apologise, because I have been selfish and foolish” he said, the fingers of his left hand touching nervously the armchair “I have been mistreating you only because my pride was hurt, I have acted like a man without means and courage.”

You parted your lips but he interrupted you before you could even begin.

“Please, let me finish, I have felt from the beginning a prominent fondness toward you. Your character and your kindness make you a remarkable person, you have the talent of bringing out the best out of most people, me included. But I have misread your ways and pointed your natural disposition to a form of romantic interest directed on me and our common friend Marcus Isaacson”

He was still excluding the possibility of you being attracted to him.

“I thought there was something behind it and I acted like a child instead of asking you directly, and I am ashamed for that”

You stared at him, a little smile creeping onto your lips.

“I think you misread only half of the situation Laszlo, as always you’re too unkind on yourself” you said gathering all the courage you had “because my interest toward you was honest while my relationship with Marcus is nothing by friendly”

Now it was Laszlo’s turn to be silenced, a new realisation creeping into his bones, a hope becoming a possibility.

“And is that honest interest still alive after my despicable ways?”

Your smile grew pulled by the redness spreading on your cheeks.

“Maybe” he interrupted. He didn’t want to wait for your answer, your smile spoke for you “maybe we can further bring this conversation to Delmonico’s, tonight, just the two of us”

Your smile grew bigger, his eyes shining for you.

“It will be my pleasure” you answered only, not knowing a bouquet of carnations was already being delivered at your house to welcome you once you’ll be back.

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jaegckerman · 3 years

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Notes in Constellations

~ This fic was inspired by the song of the same name by Chiodos ~ Description: Eren wasn't as oblivious as everyone thought - Mikasa's feelings for him were perfectly clear to him. However, it seemed that everyone around him was very oblivious to how he felt about his best friend... even if he could never let her know. Set in canonverse, leading to a slightly different way more smutty version of Chapter 123, but don't expect a happy ending. Tagging: @kirsteiiins because she's awesome. Rating: Explicit Word Count: 7.6K CW: : Smut, I guess?; Angst; Mentions of death and violence; Manga spoilers! Link to AO3

I see her smile in her sleep I know that she's a dreamer I follow every move she makes

If you asked anyone in the Survey Corps, and even before that in the Scouts Regiment, everyone would have told you that Mikasa Ackerman was hopelessly in love with Eren Jaeger… which was too bad, since the boy seemed to have nothing but killing titans on his mind. He was constantly barking at her, taking her kindness for Mikasa simply being annoyingly overbearing, and didn’t shy away from snapping at her for it. Eventually, Armin tentatively came up to him one night and suggested he have a conversation with the girl to let her know that her affections were misplaced. Gently, Armin emphasized, knowing how much it would hurt her and how tactless his best friend tended to be. It made Eren blush furiously; he did run hotter than a normal human being due to his Titan powers, but he could have sworn his whole head was on fire. He was just glad that it was dark outside and his best friend’s keen eye couldn’t make out the color of his cheeks as Eren just hummed noncommittally during Armin’s speech, then scoffed at his words. He stammered something about how Mikasa only saw him as a brother, and changed the subject, with no intention of adhering to the blonde’s advice in any way, shape or form. Neither of them was sure who he was trying to convince.

I know that this is the last thing on your mind, Eren, but what you’re doing is unkind to her and Mikasa deserves better, Eren recalled Armin’s voice as he watched the girl in question, holding back a smile. Levi’s squad was traveling from Trost to the port, and with the railway still a few months away from being completed, they had to go by horse and camp out for the night in a cabin that belonged to Flegel Reeves. They were currently setting the table for dinner, and she was humming absentmindedly before she abruptly stopped and scurried off to the other side of the room… only to return with a bundle of flowers she had picked off the side of the forest path they had traversed early that morning – she was probably the only human on Earth who wasn’t scared of angering Levi; she just hopped off her horse, crouched down, and started plucking flowers from the ground while he snarked at her to stop “farting around” and get going, and Eren had to suppress a chuckle at the scene. He had almost forgotten about his own task of hunting down enough plates and mugs for the entire squad until she looked up at him, probably because she felt him staring. He hurriedly averted his eyes and turned his body back towards the stupidly high cabinet to hide his blush, stretching as he felt around the wooden boards and grabbing what felt like ceramic. With a triumphant little “hah!”, he pulled down a stack of plates and turned around only to find Mikasa watching him; he wondered for a second if he should maybe listen to Armin after all. She quickly shifted her own gaze, her usual stoic mask on, but he had still caught the look on her face just before that, and it was nothing short of… Adoring didn’t do it justice, but his vocabulary was limited when it came to matters of the heart. He suddenly realized just how domestic the scene was, and what that must be doing to her. While she may be as skilled as a hundred soldiers, and damn good at pretty much anything she did, he knew this was a piece of the kind of life she craved the most. Maybe he really was being a selfish, unkind monster in more ways than one.

Because as observant as they were when it came to Mikasa’s feelings for him, what Levi’s Squad never seemed to notice was the way his own heartbeat would pick up whenever she entered the room. They never noticed how his face flushed when her hands brushed his whenever she took pails of water or wooden boards or whatever else he carried from him to alleviate his burden in any way she could. They had no idea that he snapped at her, not because he was annoyed or still jealous of her abilities, but out of concern, since she was always so busy taking care of him and everyone else, she never took proper care of herself. None of them ever seemed to catch his longing stares and, thankfully, no one ever caught him in the dead of night, when his mind was consumed with the fantasies the sight of Mikasa provoked, and he convinced himself it was her hand or her tongue stroking his aching length.

Eren had taken over watch duties with Armin while she fell asleep next to the fire they had built, her need to be close to him overwhelming even her desire for a comfortable resting place. When she didn’t follow Sasha to the cabin and instead shut her eyes right where she was sitting, she had said she wanted to stay because she was cold and didn’t want to leave the heat of the flames. Of course, she never said it was because she wanted to stay with him, because she knew that he would inevitably argue with her, but Eren knew and decided to stay silent. He was so painfully aware that he would not have many more opportunities to see her look peaceful as he snuck glances at her sleeping form while Armin babbled on about something Onyankopon had told him about his home country’s landscape – he didn’t register a word his best friend was saying, and he felt bad, because he was sure it was as interesting and smart as anything Armin has ever said. However, all he could think about was how Mikasa’s sleeping position looked uncomfortable, so he bundled up his coat and made a makeshift bed on the ground for her. She squirmed and her eyes fluttered open for a second when he tried to lay her down gently, but she quickly fell back asleep, with a small smile on her face.

And no one knew just how much his heart ached at the sight, wishing he could give her everything she had always dreamed of, could always give her comfort, and peace and stability and, most importantly, all the love that was threatening to make his heart burst out of his chest. No one knew that he never openly and decisively rejected her, not because he really didn’t believe that she loved him like that, as he always argued when confronted, but because he could not bear the thought of her looking at another man the way she looked at him. He could not, for the life of him, reconcile with the idea that Mikasa, his Mikasa, would shed the mask and be soft and loving and devoted to someone else.

Well, when he turned to look back at Armin, his best friend gave him a smug smile, and maybe one person did know. But still, Armin had no idea how right he had been about Eren being unkind and undeserving… and yet, he couldn’t find it within himself to forgo his selfish desires completely. Not yet.

It's been a long, long night Say you're mine, say you're mine Can I keep you tonight?

He had no idea what had gotten into him. He had never planned on doing this – well, to be fair, he had definitely thought about it, or more like fantasized about how she would tell him that she wanted him, how he would crash his lips against hers, what they would taste like, what she would feel like in his arms, pressed against him…

But he had never planned on the words actually leaving his lips, hoping for an answer that would allow him to cross that line and leave everything behind once and for all. He was so, so tired already, and the fight hadn’t even started yet. And then Mikasa had come to him with her ice cream cone, her eyes shining like they used to when they would play-pretend being Armin’s mom and dad when they were children, and he had tasted the sweet treat that had just been in her mouth, and she had looked so lovely and soft and relaxed for once and… he knew, he could not leave her behind without exploring the possibility, without making completely sure whether his fantasies could actually become reality or not. If he didn’t, he wasn’t sure he would have the resolve to do what needed to be done with no regrets.

So when she came to find him, crying at the knowledge of what he had to do as he stared at the low light emitting from the refugee camp, knowledge that had been plaguing him for three years, feeling weak and exhausted beyond words, he couldn’t stop the awkward question from tumbling from his lips.

“What am I to you?”

As she blushed and her grey eyes started to shimmer despite the lack of light, he wondered if his own betrayed how much he wanted her to say he was… her everything, her most beloved, wanted her to ask him to follow her to the ends of the world, just the two of them. That she was his, and his alone. And in turn, he would take her hand and lead her away, away from all the war and death and show her that he had always been hers.

We dance around just like constellations You keep my body warm And we dance around just like constellations You're keeping me awake at night You make my body warm

Eren had known earlier that, had they not been interrupted, Mikasa might have elaborated on her answer. She might even have corrected herself, retracted the dreaded f-word that had left her lips, might have told him what he wanted to hear. Maybe she would have added that by “family”, she meant the type of family that husbands and wives made up. Or maybe he would have found the guts and the selfishness to fess up in spite of her answer. But alas, it wasn’t meant to be, and it seemed the path he was on was truly the only one available to him.

He would take what he could get before he began the hardest and last journey of his life, though. He indulged in one last night of fun with his friends and the refugees… The kindest strangers he had ever met, willingly sharing their limited supplies with them, and he knew he would crush them under his feet in just a few months. Thankfully, the liquor they were served helped a great deal in repressing that knowledge, at least for tonight.

And when his teal eyes blinked open sluggishly as he awoke from his drunken slumber, he indulged in the warm feeling of Mikasa pressed close to him. Her alcohol-addled breath came out in hot and steady puffs as it fanned across his cheek. When he turned his face to look at her, her lips were so close to his, and he had to close his eyes and swallow hard at the pain that the sight instilled in his racing heart. He clenched his fists against the tears pooling in the corners of his eyes once again, and an unbidden hiccup spilled from his lips, startling the black-haired beauty beside him awake. Silently, he cursed the lightness of her sleep before he twisted his head away from her.

“Eren…?” she murmured, her hand leaving his lapel to rub at her sleep-crusted eyes. “Are you okay?”

“It’s the middle of the night. Go back to sleep, Mikasa…” he murmured, surprised and perturbed at how hoarse his voice sounded.

“We should go back to our beds. This isn’t good for your back.”

Her warmth from beside him disappeared as she gracefully stood up. He took a deep breath, willing the tears away, and took her outstretched hand to help him to his feet. The moment their hands touched, he felt something like an electric current pass through him, and by the quiet gasp she emitted, he was sure she must have felt it too. He looked down at her face, his eyes boring into hers, feeling and conveying an intensity of emotions he hadn’t allowed himself to indulge in since that fateful medal ceremony. Mikasa simply stared back, the silence between them growing heavier, until he broke it with a soft, “c’mon, then,” and led her outside, never letting go of her hand.

And I fall for her, like snow from the sky Gracefully I land in her arms

They arrived in front of the room Kiyomi had organized for Mikasa. They all had plush, comfortable beds, but when she opened the door and turned on the electric lights, he saw the woman had decided to splurge on Mikasa specifically. Her bed was twice as big as his, and the décor looked both cozy and pricey, not almost bare like his room.

“Eren… would you come in for a second?” She looked down at the floor when she asked the question, shuffling her feet nervously. They still hadn’t let go of each other. Ignoring his, once again, racing heartbeat, he nodded and pulled her inside with him. They both sat on the bed and finally disentangled their hands.

“Eren, I’ve noticed, uhm…” She was nervous, and Eren really couldn’t blame her. He had never been the most pleasant person to have serious conversations with, and judging by her behavior, this was definitely going to be a serious conversation. He mentally steeled himself for all the lies he would probably have to tell her.

“What, Mikasa?” His tone was supposed to be harsh, but it came out soft, almost alluring, and seemed to encourage her to continue.

“I’ve noticed how… depressed you’ve been all day. And then, you asked me those questions and… are you sure you’re okay?”

Inhale slowly. Exhale even more slowly. Dig your nails into your palms until you bleed. Hurt yourself, just don’t hurt her, he reminded himself, because really, all he wanted to do was curl up in her lap and cry about how much he just wanted to stop existing, to find a way to escape all the pressure. He wanted to wail and scream about how unfair everything was. Instead, what he said was, “Of course I’m okay, Mikasa.”

He had never been good at repressing his emotions, but over the last three years, he had learned a lot.

“Why did you ask me those questions, though? It was so… unlike you.” She had started fiddling with her fingers, and he could see her cheeks had turned red again. He didn’t answer as he studied her delicate features, because he had no good one; he thought – hoped, really – the interruption would have been it, and she would pretend it never happened.

Suddenly, she turned her head to look him straight in the eyes, and despite the blush still staining her face, determination shone in those onyx irises. “Were you hoping for a different answer? Because I think you know –“

He hushed her with his lips before she could say anything else. He had no idea what came over him, but with the electric current running down his spine once more, with the gasp she emitted, the way she grasped at his shoulders and with how his hands automatically found the sides of her face, tilting to the side to deepen the kiss, taste her sweetness even more intensely, he couldn’t regret it or overthink it.

Just one more piece of heaven before he had to throw himself into hell. Was that too much to ask?

Mikasa suddenly pulled away, her lips swollen and eyes glazed over. “Eren, what – why – I…”

He put a finger to her mouth. “Just for tonight… can’t we just… be?” His eyes were the clearest green, with specks of blue intermingling, a glimmer of hope he thought he had lost forever reflected in them. Mikasa herself studied him with that special look reserved just for him, making his chest swell, and nodded.

So when he leaned in to kiss her once more, they silently decided talking could wait for the next day. Her hands wandered to his hair, longer than she had ever seen it, and pulled a little. A gasp escaped Eren’s lips and she took the opportunity to slide their tongues together, both of them moaning at the sensation. His fingers flew down to her waist to pull her closer as heat began to pool in his abdomen.

Their tongues danced as they fought for dominance, Mikasa’s intoxicating taste overwhelming Eren’s senses. Her hands wandered down from where they were still entangled in his hair to grapple at the buttons of his jacket, pulling it off his shoulders and throwing it… somewhere, neither of them cared. She caressed up and down his back, feeling the muscle ripple below the fabric of his thin shirt. Eren pulled Mikasa’s bottom lip between his teeth and sucked on it lightly, and when a moan wandered from her mouth into his, another spark ran down his spine. He felt himself growing stiffer by the second, and without even thinking about it, he started playing with the buttons on Mikasa’s soft pink shirt, slowly working his way up as he opened them to reveal more of her skin.

“Eren…” she whispered against his mouth, causing him to pull back. Please don’t reject me now, he prayed silently, I need you so much, although what came out of his mouth was, “sorry, I never – is this okay? We can stop anytime…”

Her grey eyes were hooded, and she was almost on top of him, with how much closer he had pulled her, and she was a beautiful sight to behold, her upper body only clad in the pink shirt that had caught at her elbows and her bra, her chest heaving and her skin already flushed. She shook her head. “No, I…”

Suddenly, she was straddling his waist and pushed him down on the bed, shrugging out of her shirt and letting it fall to the floor behind them. “I’ve been wanting this for so long…” She took his hand, which he only now noticed was trembling, and ran it up her defined abs to her covered breast. Her voice was breathy, but her tone determined, when she continued. “Take me.”

Something inside of Eren snapped. With a growl, he pulled her down on top of him and, arms wrapped tightly around her, flipped them over so he was pressing her into the mattress with his entire weight. Their mouths clashed together, all initial insecurity replaced with hunger as they bit and sucked at each other’s lips, licked into each other’s mouths, exploring every millimeter they could reach. Eren’s clothed hips rutted against hers, and the only coherent thought in his mind was more, he needed more.His lips traveled to her neck, and he bit down experimentally, relishing in the moan Mikasa gifted him with.

“Do that again,” she whined, and he was happy to oblige, suckling and biting and eliciting the same response a few more times. He was painfully hard by now, and he moved on instinct when he made his way down her torso, continuing his ministrations. He pulled one of her breasts out of the confines of her bra, and licked over the pebbled, pink nipple.

“Fuck!” she cried out, her back lifting at the new sensation.

“Oh, you like that?” Eren grinned against her sternum as he made his way over to the other side, but her hand against his head stopped him.

“Wait-“ She forced him back on his knees as she sat up and reached behind her back. Eren was confused for a moment, until she pulled her arms free of the bra straps and let the garment join her shirt and his jacket. He was so busy staring at her beautiful chest, wondering if he should resist or succumb to the urge to bury his face in it, he barely registered when she murmured, “You too,” copying his movements from earlier as she unbuttoned his shirt, although she was doing it considerably faster than him. She stared at his newly exposed skin just as unabashedly as he had been looking at her, an expression of pure want etched onto her face.

The sight made Eren unfreeze from his position, pushing Mikasa to lay back down and letting his fingers graze over the soft mounds, not wasting a lot of time before he let his mouth join in. He squeezed and licked and sucked, alternating between each tit and catching the hard nubs between his teeth. He did his best to ignore the way his cock was throbbing, to ignore how badly he just wanted to bury and lose himself inside the gorgeous woman beneath him, how much he wanted to know which sounds of pleasure he could coax from her beautiful, moaning mouth when she was filled with him. Because more than that, he wanted her to enjoy herself. He couldn’t help feeling that, if he could just watch and listen to her come undone, he wouldn’t mind if he never found his own release.

With that thought, he trekked further south, the tip of his tongue tracing the dip in her abs until he reached the waistband of her skirt. He looked up at her for any sign she was uncomfortable after all, but all she did was smile and nod once more. “I said take me, and I meant it,” she panted, and without further ado, Eren pulled down both her skirt and underwear in one swift motion. He kept his eyes on her face, lest he lose all composure, as he rid himself of his own pants and boxers so there would be no more interruptions, no more barriers to overcome. Only then did he allow his eyes to wander.

The sight of strong, collected Mikasa laid bare in front of him did something to him. It wasn’t even just the way she took in his own naked body with so much desire, pupils dilating when they reached his throbbing length like she was starving for him – the knowledge that he was the only one who had ever seen her this vulnerable, the only one she trusted so much she would give herself over to him without a second thought, made him feel like he was on top of the world. It made his eyes sting, and his own appetite reached new heights. He found himself salivating as he pulled her legs over his shoulders and his head dived down to bury his face in the crease of her inner thigh. He peppered kisses up and down and back up before he became overwhelmed with holding back and let the flat of his tongue run up her slit. Her thighs tensed and she cried out, hands flying into his hair much like earlier, and that was all the encouragement he needed to keep going. He licked back down, to where she was dripping, and hardened the tip of his tongue to thrust it inside, pushing and licking in and out of her, relishing in her taste. Mikasa pulled on his hair as another whine left her lips, and he couldn’t hold back the groan escaping his own throat. His cock was literally aching for some friction, but he was sure he wouldn’t last once he was inside her if he touched himself now, so he ignored the urge to stroke himself. Instead, he moved his lips and tongue up a little to lick and suck on the little bundle of nerves above her entrance and let his fingers join in, circling her before he pushed one in slowly. It slipped in easily, her wet heat wrapped around the digit, and his length twitched between his legs, begging to replace it.

“Eren…!” she gasped, her hips starting to move in time with his finger and tongue. “More, please…”

“Greedy, aren’t you?” he teased breathlessly and added another finger, thrusting them in and out of her while he continued to lick and periodically suck on her clit. Her sweet smell and taste and the way she moaned and dug her nails into his shoulders, her legs clenching around him, was slowly chipping away at any semblance of self-control he was hoping to maintain.

“I’m – ah – not – Eren! Oh my God, Eren, I –“ She cried out, her hips lifting and her grip on his shoulders and around his fingers tightening as all the muscles in her body tensed. Eren continued to lick and finger her through her release, until she slumped back down, and her breathing started to slow. He pulled his fingers out of her and locked eyes with her as he lapped them clean off her juices, watching her flush deepen at the lewd action. He moved his body back up, caging her between his elbows and trapping her beneath him once more, and pushed his tongue into her mouth, letting her taste herself.

“I assume that was good?” he asked in between kisses.

“Unbelievable, but… I still want more,” she confessed, so quietly he almost didn’t catch it. Her calloused hand reached down between them and found his cock, giving it a couple of experimental pumps.

“Don’t,” Eren gasped into her mouth. “I won’t last…”

“That’s okay…” Mikasa started, but Eren didn’t let her finish, ripping her hand off himself and slamming it into the mattress beside her head. He did the same thing with her other hand that sought to replace the touch, and held them there, interlacing their fingers.

“No, it’s not,” he gritted out between clenched teeth. He pressed his forehead against hers, and, with a softer voice, continued, “I want this to be perfect for you.” Their lips locked once again as he rubbed his length over her folds until it caught on her entrance, and he finally pushed inside of her. Green eyes clenched shut at the feeling of Mikasa’s silky warmth enveloping the head of his cock, and her fingers squeezed his hands at the intrusion. She broke their kiss with a drawn-out moan of Eren’s name.

With every ounce of self-restraint that he had left, Eren forced himself to slow down instead of just sinking into her completely in one hard motion, like he so desperately wanted to. He felt the way she sucked him in, inch by inch, to his bones, making him shudder and bury his face in her neck to muffle the pathetic whine he couldn’t hold back. His hips stilled when he finally bottomed out.

“Feels so good,” he choked out. “God, Mika, you’re so tight…”

Mikasa placed a kiss behind his ear and wrapped her legs around his waist. Next thing he knew, she thrust her hips up, making his cock move in her, and making Eren gasp again.

“Fuck me,” she breathed against the shell. “Don’t you dare hold back.”

Something feral awakened in Eren at her words, and much like earlier, he found himself growling as he pulled almost all the way out and thrust himself back in hard. Mikasa cried out and Eren felt her head turn away from him to the other side. “Like that?” he hissed, repeating the motion again and again and pushing her hands and forearms harder into the mattress. He pulled his head up to look at her and their eyes met, hers almost black with desire.

“Yes – yes – make me yours,” she sobbed. He swooped down to catch her lips in a kiss and began fucking into her fast and hard, letting his animalistic side take over. Her soft breasts were crushed against his chest, and he felt her hardened nipples brush against his as he moved inside her wet, silky heat, her walls embracing him like she never wanted to let him go. With every push inside, Mikasa cried out against his open, panting mouth, and he used the sounds he ripped from her throat as fuel to hold on just a little longer, to keep that coil in his abdomen from bursting, knowing that after tonight, he might never get the chance to bring her pleasure ever again. If there had ever been a time to show he had perseverance, he thought, it was now.

Her legs fell from his waist, and Eren took the opportunity to take a hold of the left one and hook it over his shoulder. He wasn’t sure what compelled him, but when he was suddenly even deeper inside Mikasa and the woman positively screamed beneath him at the new angle, he knew it had been a good idea. He hooked her other leg over his other shoulder and let his strokes become long and deep, putting as much force behind them as he could.

“Oh God, Eren, yes! Right there, just like that, yes!”

Mikasa was writhing under him, eyes screwed shut and throwing her head from side to side as a string of her sobs and screams tumbled from her lips, echoing through the room. Her breasts were jiggling with every one of Eren’s thrusts, and her hands flew to his chest, nails digging in and scratching down his torso. Tears started to leak from the corners of her eyes as she forced them open to lock with his. Eren was bathed in sweat by this point, both from the exertion of the act and holding back. Just a tiny bit longer, he told himself, even as the heat in his lower body threatened to burn him up from the inside. He let go of one of her legs and let his thumb rub over the bundle of nerves, slick with the same desire that was coating his length.

“Oh, fuck… Eren – Eren!” Mikasa chanted and suddenly, she became even tighter, her walls clenching around him as she wailed his name over and over, sucking him in even deeper, and the dam inside him burst. He shuddered and his skin broke out in goosebumps. Letting his body fall on top of hers, his hips twitched once, twice as he released himself and painted her insides white with his cum, her name like a prayer on his lips.

Mikasa reached up with a trembling hand to stroke his hair. He turned to face her fully and caught her lips with his own. When they broke apart for air, a smile blossomed on her beautiful face. The brightness of it put the rays of sunshine beginning to permeate through the curtains to shame, and he couldn’t help but return it with his own.

They didn’t exchange any words as they reveled in the aftermath of their lovemaking, nor when they got up to get cleaned up. They remained silent, afraid to break the spell, as they climbed back into bed, Eren wrapping Mikasa up in his arms and drawing random patterns into whatever part of her skin he could reach. Eventually, her breathing slowed down, and Eren thought she had succumbed to the exhaustion, until he heard her whisper “I love you” into his skin so quietly, he wasn’t sure he was supposed to hear. And as much as he ached to return the sentiment…

It was easier to pretend he hadn’t.

But I melted away like snow into the ground I told her I've gotta go, I've gotta go

Eren had no idea how he would find the strength to go through with leaving Mikasa behind after last night. She had fallen into a peaceful slumber after their… activities, a flush still on her face and continuing down all the way to her cleavage. Eren, on the other hand, remained restless. He went over everything again in his head – how she had blinked at him lazily, a blissful smile he had never seen from her before curving her mouth upwards, the same mouth that had been singing him praises in the shape of sweet sighs and wanton moans just minutes before, the same mouth from which his name had spilled over and over again in soft cries and literal screams as she came undone beneath him. He pulled her closer, his chest against her back, and buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply, trying to commit her scent and the feel of her skin against his to his jumbled memory, just in case, but… He couldn’t go.

So now, Eren was hoping against hope that the conference today would go differently from what he had seen. He would not steal away after what Mikasa and he had just shared; how was he supposed to break her heart like that? How would he find the strength to deny both her and himself? How could he accept that he would never have her like this again? Not just her body, but her heart and soul laid bare for him? How could he leave and accept that one day, she might show the same vulnerability to another man? Might gift her heart to someone else? As he stroked over her bare arm, Eren was aware his thoughts were in the very least unfair and selfish, bordering on possessive, and in some ways even sexist, and he would never voice them out loud, but he couldn’t help feeling this way in his weak moments, when his guard was down. Armin was like a brother to him, and he could not stomach the thought of losing him. It was Armin’s dream that inspired him to venture outside the walls in the first place. But Mikasa – no matter what life threw at him, he knew that as long as she was with him, he could survive anything. She was the reason he continued to move forward.

If you want to save Mikasa, and Armin… and everyone else… you have to complete your mission.

The words rang clearly in his ears, like Kruger had just said them to him instead of his father decades ago. It was an unpleasant reminder, and Eren had to restrain himself from yelling back at no one, why me? I just want to be with her. Let me be with her!

Mikasa stirred in his grip and groaned quietly. She jumped slightly at the sight of a tan arm wrapped around her waist, but quickly regained her composure when she remembered what happened last night, and another one of those blissful smiles stretched her cheeks as she turned around in Eren’s strong hold and looked up at him lovingly.

“Good morning,” she whispered and pecked the corner of his mouth. Eren couldn’t hold back the grin blooming on his own face.

“A very good morning indeed.” His hand reached up to stroke over the scar on her cheek, like he could remove the mark if he poured enough love into his touch. I don’t want to hurt her anymore.

“Do you think the others are back yet?” Her fingers traced random patterns against his chest and abdomen. Eren couldn’t suppress the shiver her touch elicited.

“It’s still early, and they were really drunk…” He pushed her on her back and rolled on top of her. Her legs wrapped around his waist as if on autopilot, and her eyes were heavy-lidded not with sleep, but lust. For him, and only him. The thought went both to his head and his hardening length, and he grinded against her. His mouth found her neck, tracing soft kisses up the sensitive area until it reached her ear. “We have time…” he murmured. One of his hands wandered down the expanse of her torso, stopping shortly to squeeze her soft breast and rub at the hardened nub before continuing his trek down south. This time, it was him who coaxed a shiver and a moan from her.

“Eren… Please…” she whined, and the sound sent a pang to his gut. Eren’s long, slender fingers found her folds, already slick with her desire, and he groaned.

“So wet already… Is that what I do to you, princess?” His voice was deep and gravelly. Two of his fingers easily slipped into her, looking for the spot from last night while he rubbed against the swollen nub above her entrance with his palm. Mikasa gasped and started moving her hips in rhythm with his movements. He took in the expression on her face, her furrowed brow, her luscious pink lips slightly open as she panted softly; her cute nose, and the blush spreading over her milky skin; her beautiful eyes, silver with unshed tears…

“More, please…” She begged. “Want you inside me again, please…” Eren’s quip about how he was technically inside her died on his tongue at the desperate look in those glittering irises. It was almost like she knew, he thought as he pulled his fingers out. He felt the same desperation take a hold of him, a different kind of desperation than the hunger they’d already succumbed to. This was about making every second they could steal together count. Just in case, his mind repeated, just in case this was the last time.

His mouth captured hers and he licked at the seam of her lips, begging for entrance, morning breath be damned. Mikasa seemed to think the same thing, tangling her tongue with his in a passionate dance and rutting her hips up against his pelvis in an attempt to get some friction. Never breaking their embrace, she rolled them to their sides, her legs still wrapped around him. Her hand took a hold of his cock and, bringing her hips closer to his, she guided it to her entrance and thrust down until he was fully sheathed inside of her.

They moaned against each other’s mouths, breaking the kiss. Their lips remained touching as they opened their eyes. Eren’s emerald irises locked with Mikasa’s silver ones, and he began to move, thrusting languidly and watching even the tiniest twitch in her facial muscles as a symphony of her moans broke through the silence of the room, accompanied by his own heavy breathing.

Remembering the effect from last night, Eren moved his hand down to the leg he could reach, and hiked it up a little. It seemed to do the trick as Mikasa’s lids screwed shut and she threw her head back with a cry. He took in the way her long, thick eyelashes rested against her cheeks, and his arm wrapped around her back to bring her even closer, crushing her against him. He could feel the goosebumps on her skin, every knob on her spine as he caressed it, her wetness spreading over his pelvis as she rubbed against it with every push. Despite the desperation they both felt, they were unhurried, taking their time to savor each touch. And he committed all to his memory, certain that even after he died, the memories and the feeling of it wouldn’t.

When she came in his arms, it wasn’t with the same screams as last night – this time, she cried out his name softly, her face buried in his neck as she tensed up, her walls milking his own release from him once again, making him groan and shudder in turn before they gradually relaxed in each other’s hold. She leaned in for a short, sweet kiss before they continued to just stare at each other, drinking each other in. His hand came up to stroke her cheek, and she nuzzled into it, giving it a peck, eliciting an adoring smile from the green-eyed man.

Suddenly, they heard voices pass by Mikasa’s room and a knock on her door.

“Mikasa? Are you in there?” It was Hange. Eren hid his face in Mikasa’s neck and groaned quietly, this time out of frustration. Then, he had an idea, and with a smirk, he began to give the skin little kitten licks, making the girl squirm and giggle.

“Yes, Hange,” she called back, trying to sound normal, “but please don’t come in right now, I just got out of the shower and I’m not decent.”

The doorhandle was halfway down already, the door almost creaking open, but at Mikasa’s request, Hange let go and left it closed.

“Alright, just… meet us in the kitchen in 15 minutes, okay?”

“Okay!” Mikasa called back.

“You too, Eren!” With that, they heard Hange’s footsteps retreat.

The pair looked at each other with wide eyes. Maybe 15 minutes would have been enough to enjoy each other’s closeness some more, maybe even go for another round, but with the knowledge that Hange somehow knew, they scrambled up to clean themselves up and get dressed as quickly as possible. Mikasa left a couple of minutes ahead of Eren, so as not to make anyone else suspicious, and when Eren joined the squad a few minutes later, no one seemed to give them any strange looks or made any comments. It seemed like, thankfully, Hange hadn’t told anyone, and they made sure to keep some distance between them so as not to rouse any suspicions. Mikasa sat next to a groaning Sasha for breakfast, who was grabbing her head but still shoving copious amounts food into her mouth, and he sat with Levi and Armin as they went over his security for today’s outing.

When they arrived at the lecture hall later, they still left a couple of spaces between them. As Eren listened to a man’s impassioned speech about Eldian rights, which explicitly excluded him and his “island devil” friends, he was both glad for the distance and felt hollow at the same time.

But somehow, he had always known that the kind of life he wanted for Mikasa and himself, the life she had been dreaming about since they were naïve children, was never meant to be. Maybe that was why he had been dragging his feet and had never confessed to her how he felt. Maybe he wasn’t even supposed to have last night or this morning. But he could use it to strengthen his resolve – because, his strongest and perhaps most selfish desire, was for Mikasa to live a long and happy life, regardless of what role he got to play in it.

And so, he fought the magnetic pull begging him to stay by her side, and quietly left to fulfill the mission he had been given long before he was even born.

It's been a long, long night You said you were mine I felt so bad but I had to go No she never wanted me to leave her behind No she never wanted me to leave her

“I want to share your burden.”

Mikasa’s voice echoed in his head. Even after telling her she was a slave and that he had hated her forever, beating up Armin, not to mention the people he killed in Liberio, Sasha… And now, he was literally trying to kill every living being in the world besides the residents of Paradise.

He thought that maybe, at least that night they had shared, and his subsequent disappearance, might have stirred up some resentment in her. The war wasn’t personal, so he could see how she might be able to justify his actions, but that… had been deeply personal. He had basically taken her heart and stomped on it until it was dust, just like the titans under his control were flattening the earth. He tried to make her believe he had only used her body, and that the only passion he had for her was anger and disgust, his own heart threatening to pound out of its cage with how loudly it was screaming at him for the obvious lie. But her devotion to him… her love for him knew no bounds. It transcended time and space and circumstance. It was the only constant he had left, the only thing that still made sense to his muddled mind. It was as certain as the rise of the moon and the sun and the stars, as the ebb and flow of the sea.

Just as certain as his untimely demise.

Here she was, still offering her unwavering support. She acknowledged all the worst parts of him, all the cruelty and the stench of death, and still loved him. After everything, still, still, all she dreamed of was a quiet, peaceful life by his side, and if she couldn’t get the quiet and peaceful part, she would settle for him simply being there. And although every fiber of his being was screaming at him that he wanted the same, it was too late, and he had to let her go. He had to make her let him go.

But would it be so bad to make her happy one last time before he did? This was literally his last chance to be honest with her. And was it so bad that he wanted to defy his cruel fate and feel happy, be free at least one more time, before he succumbed to it?

Eren looked to the side at the small blonde girl, and she nodded, allowing him to use her powers to give into his selfishness before his final moments.

Suddenly, he was transported back to that night, to their conversation in the dim lights of the refugee camp, and he let them live in the reality of what might have been had her answer been slightly different, had there been no interruptions, had he finally taken her hand and just given in and followed her into her dream.

So long, so long, And we dance around just like constellations We dance around just like constellations We dance around, we dance around, You make my body warm, You make my body warm.

#eremika #eren x mikasa #eren jaeger #eren yaeger #mikasa ackerman #eremika fic #cw: smut #cw: death #cw: violence #bee's fics #attack on titan #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin

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canary3d-obsessed · 4 years

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed Episode 13, second part

(Masterpost) (Other Canary Distractions)

Warning: Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

This Fucking Turtle

The rock that Wei Wuxian and Wen Chao are standing on starts to move, because of course it does. It’s a tortoise shell, sort of. There are some problems with this ostensible tortoise.

First, Murder Turtle a tortoise is technically a turtle don't @ me doesn't look anything like a turtle. I try really hard not to project my western mythologies onto Chinese works, but god dang this thing looks like the Loch Ness monster.

Second, its shell wobbles a bit, but there's no indication that the creature can move around the cave until much later. During an extended fight with several tasty cultivators, it stays put and just moves its head around.

The immobility problem aside, it's not a terrible monster. After the hell dog, I'm relieved to have a normal CGI beastie where some things are done really pretty well. Its eyes and skin are particularly good.

What's not good are the teeth. When Murder Turtle closes its mouth, its long pointy upper teeth have nowhere to go, so they pierce its lower jaw and just sink in there. No wonder it's pissed off.

Its relationship with its shell is...well, let's save that for the next episode.

Irons in the Fire

Meanwhile, Wang Lingjiao (Wen Chao's girlfriend) decides she's in the mood for barbequed MianMian, so she grabs a hot iron to burn her face.

Wei Wuxian to the rescue! He shoots three arrows at once and hits all three of his targets, in a move that he'll repeat with even more arrows at a later date.

Wang Lingjiao decides to throw the iron at MianMian, who decides not to duck, while Wei Wuxian leaps into the path of the iron and gets deeply burned on the chest through his clothing. This is absolutely definitely how time, things flying through the air, and branding irons work.

(more after the cut)

Jiang Cheng and Wen Zhuliu start fighting again. These two can't quit each other, almost like they have a date with destiny in their future. Jiang Cheng shows off his purple bloomers while he and Wen Zhuliu try to outspin each other.

Camera operator: Why you gotta take it out on me?

Wen It’s Time To Say Goodbye

The Wens decide to dip, heading up the rock face and cutting the ropes behind them, which would be super inconvenient if several of the cultivators didn't know how to literally fly.

But they also put a bunch of rocks in the hole, while Wen Qing begs them not to do it.

Down at the bottom of the cave, everyone sits and chats, while Murder Turtle wishes it had legs so it could chase them. Oh wait, it does have legs, it just isn't ready to get out of the bath yet

Call the Waaambulance

MianMian is crying over all the nonsense the writers have put her through in this episode, and Wei Wuxian tries to cheer her up by talking to her like she's a toddler. On the plus side, he'll be a great dad for a toddler one day.

Jin Zixuan: I'm used to women crying around me, is that not typical?

Lan Wangji has got no time for cheering up crying girls, and starts heading back to the turtle bath, because he has figured out how they can escape.

He and Wei Wuxian show off their mind reading abilities, where Lan Wangji explains absolutely nothing and Wei Wuxian perfectly understands him. See also: “Fortunately.”

Rather than try to swim for it, the other cultivators want to hang around and wait to be rescued, or just generally feel like staying put and whining.

Wei Wuxian takes charge through sheer force of personality, and makes Jiang Cheng go find the way out while he himself distracts Murder Turtle with fire.

Wei Wuxian can make talismans without 1. ink 2. a brush or 3. paper. He just needs his flesh and his unusually sharp incisors. He's so far ahead of everyone around him; how is a dude this talented ever going to be anyone's right hand man? He’s already on track to creating a new talisman-based school of cultivation, even if he never gets around to the whole necromancy thing.

Swimming in the Pool, Swimming is Cool

The main group of cultivators go swimming while Wei Wuxian lights fires to keep the tortoise's attention. For some reason he just stands there when it's about to eat him...maybe he's mesmerized? Lan Wangji flings him out of harm’s way and gets his already-busted leg chomped on.

Wei Wuxian pulls Lan Wangji to safety and tells the other cultivators to get going. Jiang Cheng doesn't want to, but Jin Zixuan convinces him.

For fans of homoerotic screen caps, this episode is a gold mine.

Murder turtle suddenly remembers he has legs, but Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji instantly find a room he can’t fit into, so they’re okay for the night.

Owie Owie Owie

Now we have an extended hurt/comfort session with our wounded heroes. Lan Wangji is bleeding, so Wei Wuxian...puts a splint made of sticks directly onto his unbandaged lacerations, and ties it with his pristine headband, which will remain pristine. Then he puts medicine on the lacerations.

This seems like a situation where the script said "broken leg" and the makeup department said "MOAR BLOOD" and nobody changed the direction to the actors. In any case, the sticks seem to help and bandages are not mentioned.

What is mentioned, of course, is the dreaded stale blood, which plagues many a c-drama hero, and has to be driven out through strong emotion. This is totally how the human circulatory system works. To be fair, there is probably a perfectly reasonable underlying concept in Chinese medicine that has been exaggerated for dramatic effect, so that every possible ailment or injury results in vomiting blood, sometimes sexily.

Wei Wuxian clears up the blood problem super quickly by offering to show Lan Wangji his dick, not to put too fine a point on it. Alas, he retracts the offer once the crisis has passed.

Once they settle down, Lan Wangji takes the opportunity to put some medicine on Wei Wuxian's burned tit, and to chide him for letting himself get injured. It's like he doesn't even know him.

Wei Wuxian: I had no choice, because I am psychologically driven to sacrifice myself for other people at every opportunity. Get used to it, cupcake.

Wei Wuxian points out that MianMian is pretty and that it would be bad for her to have a mark on her face. Lan Wangji points out, not quite in so many words, that Wei Wuxian is pretty and now HE has a permanent mark. Before Lan Wangji ever got to see his bare chest, too.

Wei Wuxian says it's cool for men to have marks on their bodies. Preferably hickeys and rope burns, but scars are okay too.

Lan Wangji: you're going to love my future body mods, then.

Then Wei Wuxian waxes poetic about having a pretty girl remember your heroism, and Lan Wangji gets jealous and cranky. Wei Wuxian misinterprets this, but not unreasonably, considering that Lan Wangji was putting his own body between MianMian and harm not all that long ago.

After some extended eye fucking followed by laughing and saying "no homo" for the censors, the conversation moves to a more serious place.

Wei Wuxian engages in a little WangXian meta analysis, noting that Lan Wangji can tease him now, and is talking to him slightly more. Falling for a high-spirited, popular extrovert has been hard on Lan Wangji, but Wei Wuxian is also struggling with falling for a nearly-silent, crushingly-shy introvert. Wei Wuxian really does find Lan Wangji boring on one level, at the same time as finding him utterly compelling on other levels.

Wei Wuxian starts to say something about the Lans and stops himself with this charming gesture. I've seen it here and there in c-dramas and I assume it's a thing in China. It's a perfect way for a hyperactive talker to say "I'm shutting up now" without using even more words to say it.

Lan Wangji finally, FINALLY tells Wei Wuxian - briefly - what happened to his home. Wei Wuxian, in one of those moments of empathy that they have more and more often as time goes on, asks about his loved ones, and forgoes any other questions.

Lan Wangji tells him that Lan Qiren is seriously injured and Lan Xichen is missing. Wei Wuxian is extremely concerned about one of these people.

When Lan Wangji falls asleep at 9pm on the button, Wei Wuxian tenderly covers him in his own robe, offering physical comfort in place of the emotional comfort Lan Wangji won’t let anybody give him.

Then Wei Wuxian gazes at him like a lovestruck dope, before settling down beside him for the night.

Soundtrack: Peter Gabriel, I Go Swimming

#fytheuntamed #the untamed #wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #the untamed gifs #the untamed meta #restless rewatch the untamed #canary3d-original #my gifs #the untamed spoilers

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hallowed-be-thy-username · 3 years

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Can I request an imagine :3 where the joker has been coming in and out of readers apartment and he realizes how much he actually likes her or cares when he gets jealous?

Hey there, anon!! Your request has been a long time coming and I’m really sorry it took so long! 😭 I hope you see this and I really hope you enjoy!! I was feeling creative with this one 💖

Self-insert, Ledger Joker x fem reader, J is a bit of a bastard followed by some ✨fluff✨

Word count: 3,400

Warnings: theft, cursing, J being an ass (as per usual)

With Him

How you’d even gotten yourself into all of this, you could barely remember by now. Gotham wasn’t a normal city. Whatever “normal” means. It was rough around more than just the edges, crowded, dirty, corrupt, and downright dangerous. But it was home. You did what you did to get by. And if that happened to be stealing and reselling whatever you could find, so be it. Life was kind to no one here. Except maybe Bruce Wayne. But you weren’t Bruce Wayne so here you were, working as a waitress at a late-night diner who happened to start stealing for the Joker on the side.

You’d gotten good at it, too. You started with wallets. They were so easily snatched from coat pockets at the diner, emptied of their cash, then slipped back in with none the wiser. It started out of necessity to pay your bills but the thrill of it only pushed you to keep going. Eventually you’d become fairly well known among the criminal community for your ability to get your hands on things. It’s been a few years now and you’ve since graduated to emptying trucks instead of emptying wallets. Why shouldn’t you? There’s no such thing as being “fair” in Gotham, you have to go out and get things yourself. And of course, you’d heard of him before he sought out your “services”.

You certainly didn’t expect how you’d reacted to meeting him. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him the entire time. Watching him talk, blink, move in that way he does, like he’s twitchy and erratic but in such a smooth and fluid way. It was confusing. Your belly felt warm and your cheeks flushed hot whenever he called you one of his nicknames. It was an unmistakable arousal. It was frustrating. You stuffed those feelings down deep in an effort to ignore them, but that was becoming more and more difficult. He started hiding at your apartment regularly. He said you owed him a favor even since you failed to get ahold of some C4 from a mining shipment, but he let you keep his payment anyway. Why he did that and didn’t just take his money back, you couldn’t guess. If you tried to guess, it only got your hopes up. Maybe he did it on purpose, just to stay closer to you.

Over and over, it would happen. Joker would knock on your window, you’d let him in, then you awkwardly tried to go on about your business while he either sewed up a hole in his clothes or in himself. The warmth in your belly only got worse. He often helped himself to whatever was in your kitchen, too. You’d eye his forearms when he rolled up his shirt sleeves, leaving his coat and jacket tossed onto your couch to rifle through your cabinets. As soon as his gaze came back in your direction, you’d avert your eyes and scurry out of the room, cursing yourself as soon as you were out of ear shot. Eventually, he’d leave, and the cycle started over. He was quiet at first. Then he must have started to enjoy how clearly flustered he made you just by simply being in the same room.

“AH! Jesus, fuck!!”

“Mmm color-ful language, doll,” he purred.

He’d been standing directly behind you while you washed your hands in the kitchen sink, lost in your thoughts, so you’d bump into him when you turned around, suddenly standing with your nose at his chin. Your face felt like it was on fire. You’d never stood this close to him before. Heat seemed to just radiate off of him, making your cheeks burn even hotter. He smelled like greasepaint and something a little sweet and sharp, like shaving cream.

“Well, ‘scuse me. Didn’t know you were so jumpy.”

Your hand was flat against your chest while you tried to catch your breath. He had to be doing this on purpose, just to get a rise out of you. Anger twinged in your stomach and you spoke before you could think better of what you were going to say.

“I’m not your plaything, you know!” you snapped back at him.

His eyebrows shot up and a little smirk gave way to a burst of giggles. “You’re not? Doll, I’m hurt! I thought we had somethin’, uh, special.”

His deep tone of voice at the end of his sentence sent a shiver down your spine. You knew he was toying with you, he had to be, but you couldn’t stop the inevitable tingle you felt whenever he spoke. That almost made you angrier. Why couldn’t you control yourself? You remained silent and tried to hide how rattled you were becoming by looking down at the floor. Avoiding eye contact was all you could do.

“I’ve got another job for ya. Another shipment of explosives to the mine,” he said, suddenly changing the subject. “A truck goin’ through Port Adams in three days. All I need is a, uh, few bags of ANFO. Name your price.”

He hadn’t moved, he was still standing so close to you, your back against the sink. Your eyes, apparently of their own volition, shifted to meet his. He was so close, you could see their color, the black paint usually makes it difficult to see. They’re brown. Sweat collected on your palms and your quickening pulse sent a rush of blood to your head. Through the fog collecting in your brain, you tried to think.

Taking a breath, you answered quietly, “Five hundred.”

Joker rolled his eyes toward the ceiling and pretended to consider your price. Now you couldn’t look away from his scars. Your fingers itched to know what they felt like. Are they rough or are they soft? Are they on the inside of his mouth too? Your heart jumped into your throat when you thought about what it would feel like to kiss him.

“A’right, deal,” he replied, breaking you out of your trance.

Then he stepped away, leaving the air around you feeling cold. Then he casually walked over to your couch and flopped down onto the cushions, lifting his feet to rest his heels on the coffee table, his ankles crossed. You blinked, expecting him to not be there, like none of that just happened. He laid his head back and laced his fingers together over his stomach, acting like it didn’t. You just stood in the kitchen and watched him close his eyes.

“Are… are you staying here tonight?” you asked.

His eyes still closed, he answered, “Mmm I think I will.”

“Um… ok.”

You couldn’t seem to leave the room. Your feet didn’t want to carry you back down the hall to your bedroom, so you continued to stand and watch him. Joker really didn’t seem to mind. His breathing soon became slower and steadier as he sank deeper into the couch. Then your feet started to sneak forward to tip toe toward your small living room in front of you.

“Joker?” you asked quietly.

He didn’t answer. All you could hear was the soft sound of his breath. He was asleep. Suddenly you felt nervous. What do you do now? Is he a light sleeper? What’ll happen if you wake him up?

You reached the end of the couch and stopped. It was strange, seeing him asleep. You knew he had to sleep sometimes but you’d never though about what he’d look like when he did. He looked kind of funny. The clothes and the paint, they made him look something like a statue. And this had to be the longest you’d ever seen him be still. His expression and his features were softened, so different from how he usually looked. Your eyes wandered his face until they reached his scars. Now you could really look at them.

The one in his left cheek was a bit straighter, making a line from the corner of his mouth, halfway up his cheek at a slight angle. It looked really deep and jagged, the skin dipping inward showing how violent the wound that created it was. The one on the right was cleaner, though. Like something much sharper left if behind. It formed a more precise curve, more like a smile. It was hard to imagine what his face looked like without them. You wondered how long ago he got them and if they’d happened at the same time or separately. That’s exactly what he wanted, though. He wanted people to guess, to wonder, so he could dangle that tantalizing mystery in front of their faces. He wanted to keep his secret. What good is a mystery if everyone knows the truth? Afterall, truth never really is stranger than fiction.

You fought your urge to get closer. It was like he let himself fall asleep there to tempt you on purpose. Maybe he was pretending. Maybe he was going to jump up and grab you when you got close. The thought jostled the butterflies in your stomach and you quickly turned to go down the hall. You told him you weren’t his plaything.

The next morning, he was gone, and you couldn’t help but feel disappointed. The question wouldn’t leave your head all night. Why did he get so close to you? He’d never done anything like that before. Was it to intimidate you? Or was it some sort of test? Just to see what you’d do. He left you wondering, just like everybody else.

After busying yourself with random tasks, glancing at where he’d been asleep on your couch more often than you wanted to admit, you decided to try to move on. You said you weren’t his plaything. Well, you were still letting him get to you like you were. You couldn’t let him have the satisfaction. Putting on your coat, you searched for you keys to go out for a walk. Maybe some fresh air would help.

Sometimes Gotham was pretty. Hard to believe but if you went to North City Park in November, the trees were bright orange and often you’d see ducks paddling peacefully on the pond. Today there were even other people out for a stroll. You walked in the same park, but you still felt disconnected from them. They looked different, dressed like they had somewhere important to be. They probably worked in the office building nearby. For a brief moment, you wished you weren’t some girl from Burnley. It was like your proximity to the Narrows kept you chained to it, cursed to be stuck in its shadows with no way to step into the light. You imagined yourself as some prestigious lawyer or CEO. Would you be happy? No. You wouldn’t. That didn’t sound like home. You always thought you were burdened by the place you were from, living among the dark alleys and neon signs. But you honestly didn’t want anything else. Maybe that’s what drew you to him. He was almost the embodiment of that life. You didn’t have to live by the same rules as them.

“Hey darlin’, can I walk ya home?”

On your way back from the subway station, you turned around to see your new neighbor from across the hall walking toward you, his hands in his pockets. What was his name again? Rob?

“Oh! Uh… sure,” you answered, still trying to remember his name. His familiarity with you was a bit off-putting but you weren’t really in a situation to say no. You’ve learned the pay attention to where people kept their hands. And it was getting dark.

He grinned and said, “Great!”

You forced an awkward smile back and turned to walk down the block toward your building. The thought of meeting other people hadn’t really occurred to you until now. You’d been too wrapped up in your own thoughts of having Joker around. You’d kind of forgotten how to act around other people. You subconsciously put your hands in your own pockets and tried to think of something to say.

“So, you work nights?” he suddenly asked.

You blinked at the sidewalk you’d been staring at and stumbled to answer, “Oh um, well, yeah most of the time.”

He nodded and replied, “Yeah I figured. I hear you getting home pretty late a lot.”

You felt a knot form in your stomach so fast it almost knocked the wind out of you. What were you supposed to say to that? You looked ahead to see your building just a half block away and felt some relief wash over you.

“Uh yeah… Sorry if I make too much noise.”

“It’s all good!”

Forced conversation was never something you were good at. Your mind just went blank and you could never think of anything to say. So, you walked in silence, keeping your gaze straight ahead.

“Hey, if you wanna get a drink sometime, let me know, eh?” he asked as you opened the lobby door.

Your stomach sank once again, and you quickly tried to come up with an excuse. “Well, I… I don’t, uh, I don’t drink.”

His smile fell a little and he nodded. Maybe he was finally getting the picture. You were far less interested in him than he was in you. But you couldn’t just say that, could you?

“A’right, well, good night! Let me know if you change your mind.”

You nodded back, putting your key in your door to turn the lock and answered, “Yeah… I, uh, I will.”

Shutting your door behind you, you sighed and leaned against it. Nope, meeting new people isn’t all its chalked up to be. Blinking away the tension in your brow, you stepped away from the door to shed your coat and hang it on the hook on the wall. As much as you hated to admit it, you wished he were here. Joker was far more interesting than anyone you’ve ever met, by far. He made you nervous. But not like your neighbor, this was different. You probably should be more afraid of him than you felt you were. But the way he pushes you, eggs you on, it chases away all of your instincts, all trepidation, and beckons you closer. You wanted him to do it again. The racing of your heart, the rising heat burning your skin while he stood over you like that. Your stomach fluttered just thinking about it.

After getting something to drink, you sat down on the couch. After a moment you realized you’d sat in the spot where he slept last night. You could swear it was still warm. Then your eyelids started to feel heavy. A prickle of drowsiness burned your eyelids and you rubbed them before laying back against the cushions, letting them drop closed. The dreamy embrace of sleep wrapped itself around you and you surrendered to it, letting it carry you away into the darkness behind your eyelids. It felt like all sound was blocked from your ears, silenced by the warm cloud surrounding you. But then you heard something. Something quiet, like a soft tapping. It was like it was real, but also not real. Was the sound actually there or were you just imagining it? The thought pulled you from sleep’s embrace and consciousness rushed over you, forcing your eyes open. And there he was, his painted face looking right at you. A startled gasp ripped your mouth open and your whole body flinched, practically jumping out of your skin.

“Really are a jump-y one aren’t ya?”

You panted and tried to slow your racing pulse, your heart thudding against your ribs while your mind processed what you were seeing. He was sitting on the coffee table, hunched forward to look at you. You wanted to yell, demand why did he did this to you again, but you stopped yourself. He’d never snuck in here like this before.

“How’d you get in here?” you asked breathlessly.

He smirked slightly and rolled his eyes toward the window before answering, “Y’know I’ve never, uh, needed to be let in, sweets.”

You blinked at him, not sure what to say, your brain was too saturated with adrenaline. Then you realized what he meant.

“Have you done this before? Sneaking in here and watching me?”

The question made your cheeks flush. You bit down hard on your lip, immediately regretting asking it.

“No. C’mon, doll. Who d’you think I am, hm?” he said, still looking right at your face.

“Ok… well… what are you doing here then?”

He didn’t answer for a moment. He just kept looking at you. Then he licked his lips and said plainly, “Guess.”

You were confused to say the least, but he seemed serious. “Um… you need a place to crash?”

“No-pe.” He made a circular motion with his finger, gesturing for you to guess again.

Your mouth was dry, but you managed to swallow and asked, “You’re… hungry?”

He looked up toward the ceiling and shrugged a little before shaking his head. “Mmm well, yeah, but that isn’t why I’m here.”

You tried not to crack a smile as you then shrugged your own shoulders and shook your head. You really had no idea. He was acting strange. Sort of… playful. He was quiet for a moment, licking at the inside of his scars as he took a breath.

“Don’t like that neigh-bor of yours, do ya?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

Your eyes widened and you blurted out, “You were watching me??”

He held his hands up and replied, “Relax, doll. I wasn’t watchin’ ya. I was watchin’ him.” When you only returned a confused stare he continued, “Rob over there works for Johnny law. Undercover. Well, not anymore, I guess.”

He giggled when your eyes got wider. “How d’you know that?” you asked quietly.

“I got a lead that mister, uh, Serpico fancied himself a mole for the Gotham PD. Took it upon himself to find the cops I had on the hook, mmm well un-der my employ, to turn ‘em in. He moved in across the hall from you, I figured he planned to use you to do it.”

By now you were staring back at him with your mouth open. His ability to get information and stay two steps ahead of everyone was never short of astonishing.

“Why tell me all of that?”

He paused again and tightened his lips before answering, “Didn’t like seein’ you with him.”

His words made your heart suddenly flutter. What does that mean? He didn’t like seeing you with another man? Like he’s… jealous? Your cheeks promptly grew hot and both of you just stared at each other in silence.

“D’you mean… around another man?” you finally uttered.

“Mmm, you could say that.”

You blinked at each other for a moment, then before you could say anything else, he pulled you up from the couch and onto his lap, bringing you nose to nose with him. He stopped and held you there by your upper arms, scanning your face with his eyes. You gasped but then your startled gaze softened, and you felt incredibly warm. You didn’t feel afraid, only a warmth spreading through your chest while he stared at you. Your hands slowly reached for his coat to take hold of the lapels while your breath became heavier, washing over his face. Then his eyes lowered to look at your lips.

After a moment, he leaned in even closer so that his lips brushed against yours. Your breath hitched and your fingers tightened their grip on his coat while your heart soared. You could feel his lips pull into a smile before they parted to take hold of yours. It was like a rush of excitement ran through every nerve as your mouth melded with his and you kissed him back. His hands slid behind your back to pull you closer, humming against your lips while he relished the way you taste. Your senses were immersed in him, his scent, his taste, his touch. His scars, they grazed your cheeks, enhancing the way his mouth felt pressed into yours. It was as if you were coming back down to earth when your lips separated. Your eyes slowly opened to see him silently staring at you with a smirk, licking his lips.

“Mmmhm. Perfect,” he purred before leaning in to capture your mouth again.

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fandom-imagination-ss · 3 years

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Imagine: having a encounter with your best friend Clark Kent one night.

Author note: I couldn’t help myself I had too write a Clark Kent imagine, the Superman and Lois version Not Henry Carvills version. This imagine has mention of being shirtless. No Smut.!! If you haven’t watched the CW show Superman and Lois. Go do it! It’s great and I’m obsessed with the show and Tyler lol

Charters: Clark Kent, Lois lane , Jordan Kent, and Jon Kent

Warnings: Shirtless scene But not descriptive

Fandom ; Superman and Lois

You known Clark Since basically birth. You been friends since Kindergarten, He was the first boy you ever Kissed, the First boy you ever confessed your feelings too, which Clark happily accepted and it was wonderful relationship for two weeks. Your family’s were very surprised you both lasted that long.. you were eight at the time. Then at Sixteen Clark confessed too his best friend that he was a Alien. Your first thoughts were if he could read your mind. And he said he couldn’t which was a load off your mind because your crush on the boy returned and it was stronger then ever. But then he said he could shoot rays out of his eyes and your thoughts went from your crush too random questions about THAT!

As the years went on your crush on Clark vanished when he met and fell madly in love with Lois Lane. You were the best gal at his wedding. You were the god mother too his twins. You instantly became friends with Lois. the motto in your life if. clark was happy you were happy. after seeing him with Lois. it was clear that boy was in love.

Knowing he was superman and knowing that Lois abused her powers of being with him. Using it too jump start her career was slightly hard too adjust too but Clark didn’t seem too mind so you kept your opinion about that too yourself.

You didn’t move out of Smallville you loved it. You loved waking up and knowing everyone the town felt safe. Then Clarks mom died and the Kent family moved back home. You loved visiting with your God sons especially when Jordan started developing his powers. But you noticed the stein in the relationship between Clark and Lois. The boys noticed also. Jon asked for advice about what too do or how he could help and you suggested too watch the boys for the weekend and Let your best friend have a romantic getaway with his bride…. When they returned they announced they were getting divorced. It shocked Everyone Lois instantly moved back too the the city. Jon naturally went so he could return too his friends and back on track too the football team. Jordan didn’t want too leave he was Happy in Smallville it probably Also had too do with the crush he had on a girl here. Clark was struggling you spent nights helping him drinking and wishing he could get drunk but He can’t. Knowing that drinking wouldn’t solve his problems you wished him some relief but. Downside too being a Alien. He can’t get drunk.

A few months passed you were over at the Kent farm drinking on the front porch Clark invited you over too have dinner since Jordan was In the city with his mom and Jon was also. It was a Rare night the house was quite. Clark was staring out at The field as you tossed your popcorn you were snacking on at him. One kernel and nothing. He didn’t flinched. He didn’t look over until the fifth kernel hit him. Right on the cheek that he turned too look at you.

He had a small smile on his face as you smiled back, ‘what you thinking there superman?’

He chuckled taking a long sip of his beer looking off, “why we break up?”

Chuckling you took a sip of your drink rolling your shoulder, the warm air made for a perfect night outside. Clark was relaxed. “The relationship we had when we were eight?”

He nodded his head, “yea. Ive been thinking about it. Lately I don’t remember why we broke up”

The only thing you could do was laugh a putting your drink down getting comfy on the chair. This wasn’t the conversation you expected too be having with Clark tonight. You were Hoping too maybe talk about convincing him too fix your boiler this weekend. Not about your Childhood relationship.

‘we were Eight.. I think- we broke up because you wanted me too move into your house and I wanted you too move into mine and we couldn’t decided.” He laughed loudly at that as you shook your head ‘why you thinking about that?”

“you never married.”

Staring at him you chuckled, “i’ve been close! Twice!” Clark shifted looking at you, ‘you were far too good for them but seriously you haven’t been out on a date since I returned home. No one special?”

“your talking like my mom Clark. Next you’ll be asking me when I will be giving you a godchild.’ He chuckled as he spoke, “I’m serious those. How is it possible? Your beautiful, brilliant unbelievably kind. How are you still single? I use too have too pull guys off you in school.”

“Oh please! No one wanted me in school.” Clark smiled as you looked at him.

“Why you so curious about my love life?”

“honestly I don’t know. I just.. kept thinking about it.”

Smiling weakly as you reached over poking him. “Aww is Clarkie getting a crush on me?”

He reached up catching your hand as he caught sight of you “what?. What if I do?”

‘Me?’

He looked at you confused at you. You shifted up too your feet as you paced “I mean.. I’m me.. Clark I’m boring. I’m So boring and ordinary.. I’m- I’m Me!”

Shifting too his feet. Clark grabbed your shoulders stopping your pacing as he spoke, “extraordinary, beautiful, amazing, stunning, I- can you stop me? I’m blabbering.”

Covering your mouth you looked. At Clark as you spoke, “Do I have too?”

Clark stared at you for a second before moving your hand and pulled you closer as he grasped your face and kissed you deeply. Your stomach had a knot in it. As it tighten as you felt your hand instantly grasp his head cuddling his closer too you. You only pushed back too breath as he pressed his forehead too yours as you breathed deeply as you spoke, “Holly Toast Clark.” You both broke into a soft laugh as you kissed him back.

Feeling him grip onto you as he lifted you up as your legs wrapped around his torso as he turned and pressed you against the side of the house as he held you respectfully on your sides. His hand held onto your hips. Your body felt like it was on fire. He reached up tracing his hand over your collarbone softly as he pulled back looking at you, “should we stop?’

Your head was foggy as you pressed your head against the side of the wall looking at him. You reached up touching his shoulders softly, “No.” he didn’t hesitate too kiss you again.

You didn’t realize you were sitting down in the kitchen until Clark pulled back too lift his shirt off. He went too kiss again but you reached your hand up too marvel at his chiseled pecks. “God Clark is it a alien thing too give you god like looks?” He chuckled at your comment telling you too shut up . You laughed as he kissed you again.

Your shirt was yanked off. Ripping as you gasped as he said sorry till he heard a engine he recognized the sound it was Lois’s Car he cursed out before grabbing you and your torn shirt and grabbed his shirt and you were in his bedroom.

You were stunned till you heard the front door open.

“Hey DAD!”

Hearing Jordan your eyes grew large quickly putting your shirt back on. Too only see it was ripped. You gasped quickly grabbing a plaid shirt as you went too talk until Clark Reached up covering your mouth singling too stay quite. He pointed too his ears as you remembered.. Jordan has super hearing. Which made you more terrified that he would Hear you! Clark walked out calling out too Jordan “Jordan? Hey. What you doing home/“

You looked around stunned NOW what? You have sneaked out of this house Hundreds of times But when you were sneaking out you were mainly just trying too hide from Clarks parents. He’s human parents who didn’t have super hearing Or any super abilities. Not Clarks teenage son!

“Hey Is Auntie Y/N here?” Hearing Jordan you fixed the shirt as you found Clarks coffee cup from this morning as you quietly spilt it over your torn shirt as you put it on under the plaid shirt as you walked downstairs as you spoke, “Hey Jor.”

They both looked at you stunned as you spoke up, “Jor life lesson! NEVER drink liquor- can you get drunk?” You stopped your statement with the realization Jordan may Never experience a hang over ever. Clark said he probably couldn’t as you groaned, “Damn I’m so jealous.”

“wait what?!" Jor stated as Clark coughed tol stop this conversation but you added.

“Oh. Now you got no excuses for stupid experiences in life.” Jordan chuckled as Clark said he was trying too limit those stupid experiences. You laughed ignoring the fact that your best friend just had you sitting on the counter that Jordan was leaning against now.

“what you doing in Dad’s shirt?”

Lois walked in with Jon as you spoke, “I spilt coffee all over my shirt and your dad let me borrow a shirt.”

“pretty late for a coffee” Lois stated as you rolled your shoulders, “It is Never too late for a ice coffee plus what is sleep?” She chuckled weakly as Clark asked what happened too cause everyone home as Jon spoke up, “Mom has a assignment in Spain.”

“Oh lucky!” You gasped as Lois shook her head, “Not really- Sorry clark for –“ “no it’s alright I’m. happy too hang with the boys this weekend.”

“Hey Aunt Y/N you want too watch wolf man?”

You gasped as you touched your heart, “your Movie tastes are Perfection! I taught you well grass hopper.” Jon chuckled as Jordan said he would make the popcorn as I spoke, “I probably need too sober up a bit before I drive home. You. Mind?” Asking Clark like he had a choice.

He shook his head saying it was fine. As Lois spoke, “rough night?” Turning too her you rolled your shoulders, “just had too many.. I forget clark can’t get drunk. I was keeping up with him.” She chuckled as Clark spoke, “why did’ you call?”

“I didn’t think you would mind.”

You slipped passed as they talked as you got into the living room sitting with the boys as they started the movie.

sitting on the sofa your mind burst with what Just happened!! you just made out with your Best friend!! What the heck!!

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tenderlyrenjun · 3 years

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[4:05 P.M.]

“Na Jaemin!” you exclaim, running into your friend’s arms.

Renjun follows slowly, walking behind you like an escort, even though he made sure to hire a few. They all assume positions around the estate - your guest bedroom, the kitchens, a few entrances, the gardens. ‘A few’ to him includes an elite, small group of trained warriors whose sense of duty got enhanced after bitten; to you, ‘a few’ should have meant taking Mark and his trusted favorites, but Renjun convinced you to let them safe guard your own manor.

You hug Jaemin over his shoulder, letting him melt into your neck. His guards take microscopic steps that your ears became accustomed to before they were even born. “Tell your newborns to back off,” you hiss in his ear, “or I’ll do it myself.” You pull away, smiling sweetly.” And you know I don’t play nicely.”

Jaemin rolls his eyes. “They’re all at least 200 years old.”

You give him a serious look, red flashing across your irises. “Still.” You do not ... react very favorably with guards standing at attention so closely to your every move, especially with Renjun in the room. “I’ve had whiskey older than them.”

Jaemin rolls his eyes again, a pacifist’s smile on his face, but complies with your request nonetheless - probably something to do with Renjun’s presence. He silently brushes his nose, telling the guards to stand down. Jaemin embraces Renjun in the same manner, hugging him tightly. “Tell your mate to quit threatening my guards every time you two stay here.”

“Can’t,” Renjun mutters in his ear. They pull away then grasp each other’s forearms, sharing a look: can’t, or won’t? Renjun breaks the silent conversation first, shaking Jaemin to break the spell. “Separate minds and all.”

“Yet in all 700 years I’ve known you two, never have I seen you separated.”

You slide into Renjun’s side, kissing his cheek as an annoying public display of affection that does not bother Jaemin in the way it would your partner had his mate been present. Even so, Renjun accepts you, draping his arm possessively over your shoulders. “And we have no intention, moving forward.”

“The infamous ‘we’ couple of the Huang Coven,” Jeno announces loudly, bouncing down the stairs, into the throne hall, dramatically. Renjun rolls his eyes; he hates that moniker. Maybe while the two of you visit the Na, he can convince Jaemin to change the title. Jeno, his antithesis, oppositely more traditional, tightens the watch under his suit. And you just know Renjun wants to poke fun at you. Wearing business casual, over streetwear, was a smart choice. Although, Jaemin’s guards wear sunglasses and leather jackets, indoors.

You speed over to Jeno faster than the others, embracing him in the same fashion as you did Jaemin. And he accepts it, all his friend congregating closely by the exit. “It’s been too long, old friend.”

“What are you doing here?” Renjun asks half-jokingly. “Doyoung actually let you outside?” The Kim Family patriarch is rather ,, protective of his members, and has been for the last millennia, even more so actually since officially turning Jeno sometime during the Second Dark Age.

Jeno hugs you in return, his friendship grip crossing diagonally over your back, unlike Jaemin’s around the neck position or Renjun’s more romantic hold. He pulls away seconds after to extend handshakes with the other two. “Doyoung is actually more relaxed than you think,” he admits, hoping that enemy ears are far (one cannot be too careful, especially as other covens accumulate members, like grains of rice - for power, he assumes). “And you would know that,” Jeno redirects to Renjun, “if you got to know him.”

“Hmm,” Renjun hums, not really considering it. You return into his arms, hugging his waist like a newlywed incapable of separating. “The air between us is always so ... tense.”

“Awkward,” you correct. Renjun glances down at you, pinching your side as you continue, “He means awkward. Speaking of -” You smack Renjun’s hand away and spin to Jaemin. “- how is Jaehyun? Ever since breaking off his -” Renjun clears his throat, asking you not to say the word coven, and you nod your head, easily persuaded. “- family, things have been tense between you two, no?”

“No,” Jaemin denies. He refuses to admit that he is awkward with anyone, although his introvert tendencies appear when in large groups, especially if he does not see those people daily. “Jaehyun just added two new members - Jungwoo and Sungchan.”

“Oh, cool,” Jeno interrupts. “That’s why I’m here too.” He passes off a calligraphed note to Jaemin, whose shoulder you nosily look over until Renjun tugs your back into his chest. “His name is Donghyuck, or Haechan when uses his special ability - luring blood with his voice.”

“He and Renjun should get along well,” you comment. “Their powers are compatible.”

“Not as much as yours and mine, love.” Renjun kisses the crown of your head, hanging his arms around your shoulders, to which Jaemin rolls his eyes. You are starting to think Renjun is just making Jaemin jealous, on purpose. Psychologists say that people start complaining about being single while near couples, and since Renjun hates all the formal meetings, getting Jaemin a long-term mate might back him off.

“You don’t have a special ability though,” Jeno points out.

“No,” Renjun disagrees, shaking his head. “Beauty.” You take your turn, for the Huang Clan, to roll your eyes. He always says that your natural looks became enhanced after you turned (however, he usually keeps the flirting private), and although you disagree, you cannot stop him from saying so. His own natural ability becomes stronger when he is happy, which is anytime around you.

As the sun settles into the sky’s middle, everyone sits around a short, long table. Renjun assumes the head across Jaemin, you at his right hand and Jeno at Jaemin’s. Your mate was granted hosting duties, despite being a nomad to this estate. Probably because he is the best at straining tea. And to begin the ceremony, he asks the first question:

“So, Jaemin, how is Jisung fairing? Adjusted to vampire yet?”

“No,” Jaemin shakes his head. He accepts a glazed cup though, with both hands, from Renjun, who hands out empty earthenware as a way to keep track of who is drinking. Jaemin has an extra servant at beck and call in case anyone wants something more or he wants coffee. This set is meant to remain empty until he starts pouring the first round (into new glasses). “I think he’ll get over it once we turn him in a few years.”

“Aish,” Jeno mutters, waving his hand across the table. “Recruitment is starting younger and younger these days.”

“Yet none of us look a day over 23,” Renjun comments. He starts a fire under the second teapot, an empty one that he will fill with blood in a few minutes. “Did you get water from the spring outside, or did you have a servant retrieve a bottle from Nunobiki again?”

“The latter,” Jaemin nods, popping a white sugar cube in his mouth. He relaxes more on the pillow cushion, stretching a legs underneath the table. “It is a special occasion after all. I haven’t seen you three in the same room in what? 80 years?”

You push his shoulder, throwing him off balance. “We’re not divorced. You can visit us any time.”

“I haven’t left the compound in -” Jaemin looks at his watch. “- God, ninety years.”

“All the more reason to. Plus you’ll never guess what Renjun got us into!”

Speaking of the devil, Renjun clears his throat, asking for attention as he places a strainer over a teapot, pouring cold blood into the wide opening. He takes the now hot water and drizzles it in as well while the conversation comes to a stop, the ceremony’s second phase. Everyone watches closely, your eyes more permanently sparkling red, almost like having being starved for weeks. Renjun pours the now warm mixture on some leaves, then removes it just as quickly, repeating the process twice more, to fully rinse the leaves. When he takes the pot of boiled blood, spilling into the decanting bowl, you hear a guzheng in the steam, transporting you to the park in 1500 where Renjun would escort you to feed the ducks. No wonder Jaemin relinquishes hosting duties to Renjun; he always emits a beautiful memory. Renjun starts an hour glass, timing five minutes for the water to cool while everyone resumes conversation.

Jeno bites into an hojicha brownie, chewing the hazelnuts extra thoroughly (it takes like bits of flesh, which make it all the more delicious. “You were saying? What did Renjun rope you into this time?”

Renjun rolls his eyes, already groaning, and you smirk, knowing that your friends will take your side.

“College,” you seethe.

“It’s not as bad as it sounds!”

“It is,” you point at Renjun, though he knows you are at least half-joking. You look at Jaemin, who sports an amused look; he, nor Jeno, has never seriously entertained college, preferring their current roles. “We’re registered for a full year of classes. I want to come visit three weeks ago, but midterms and projects take up extra hours of our time.”

“We don’t sleep though,” Jeno points out, siding with Renjun. “It can’t be as hard as it is for mortals who need 8 hours a night.” He taps Renjun’s shoulder. “Ha, remember being 20?”

“Heavens,” Renjun sighs nostalgically, reclining on his pillows in thought, staring at the ceiling like it can show a movie of his first lifetime. “Learning how to write from pictures? Carving lines into bronze with literal ancient tools? Computers are so much better.” He gently kicks your foot. “It’s why I signed you up for that Microsoft class.”

“Microsoft?” Jaemin scoffs. “Does your school not provide Apple courses?”

“No.” You roll your eyes. “Not that it matters anyways. I have to perform calculus by hand. I didn’t even do that during the Han dynasty! I still have the original suanpan in my study.”

“Yes, but,” Renjun drawls, “you have to admit how much easier it is to type integrals into that new graphing calculator I bought you.”

You turn to Jeno, deadpanned. “Everyday, I have to do homework, but yeah, no, you two should totally try it.”

The last grain of coarse sand falling onto the pile echoes loudly for your vampiric ears, so all of you stare at it, suddenly dehydrated again. And ever so slowly, almost theatrically (ever the moongwa), Renjun takes the original pot, adding some extra warm water until the blood’s color becomes translucent enough to see the pretty leaves. He pours everything into the decanting bowl, disrupting the ration between blood and water. The ceremony’s final phase comes to an end as he serves the drinks, handing one to Jaemin first as a sign of respect. You are next, his co-leader, then Jeno, the only member without a title (ironic, considering that he was a prince in his first lifetime, higher than any of you), and himself in closing. Everyone waits for Jaemin to take the first sip, ignoring the fact that Renjun assumed a host’s role. When his reaction is satisfactory, you take the second sip. It is very sweet, the floral aroma lingering the longer you keep the small cup near your nose. Renjun’s stoic demeanor does not give away anything you recognize, possibly because he is too humble or because he additionally drinks in all the praise. When Jeno takes the last first sip, reciprocating the tastefulness, you all resume conversation and the ceremony, more laxed.

Jaemin gestures for a guard to let one of the servants enter and asks for an iced americano, ending his tea drinking.

Renjun waits for you to also ask for coffee before also ordering it, and Jeno follows suit when the last pot empties.

“It is our cycle to sleep,” Renjun announces, cleaning his hands with a wet wipe. A servant comes in to clear the table, and all of you wait for the table to be emptied before retiring to your individual rooms.

Renjun starts tossing the extraneous throw pillows on the bed foot bench, already dressed in a comfortable matching pyjama set while you still have yet to change. He runs around the bed, after he finishes preparing it, nestling his chin into the crook of your neck.

“Come to bed.”

You hear him whine, interlocking his fingers above your liver, one of his most favorite places to drink your blood, once he punctures the right spot. His fangs start growing, gently knocking your skin for an invitation. You give it to him freely, extending your head left - better access, wordlessly.

“These meetings are infinitely more tolerable with you here,” he whispers, already reliving the ambrosial tea that seems to just be steaming through your tiny pores. He takes one lick, preparing you for the deep puncture. “You should come to them more often.”

You anticipate his bite but he only nibbles your jugular, grazing his teeth ever so lightly when his lips part too wide. “If I went with you, then I wouldn’t miss you.” You spin around, still enveloped by his arms. Renjun pushes you into the wardrobe, and your hands brace his shoulders, like a prey trying to escape, except your fingers dig into his shirt, attempting to pull him impossibly close. “We wouldn’t have these moments if I always went with you.”

“But we’re having this moment now, while you’re with me.”

“You’re so clingy,” you whisper as he tugs your hair by the base of your scalp. You sigh, knees faltering.

Renjun places a singular kiss on your neck, displaying immense restraint against drinking you dry. You feel his fangs reach maximum length despite not sinking into your skin yet, so you draw him in by his throat. And he smirks. “Who’s the clingy one now?”

“Bite me.”

“Well, if you insist.”

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kpopmalereader · 4 years

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the bodyguard ; kim taehyung, jeon jungkook

• summary: you’re jungkook and taehyung’s new bodyguard, and they’re immediately intrigued by and interested in you because you’re tall and intimidating but care about them a lot. as you work together they begin to fall for you (and maybe each other too) • pairing: kim taehyung x male!reader x jeon jungkook • word count: 2487 • to do

Jungkook reaches over to pull Taehyung’s shoelace. He very carefully unties Taehyung’s shoe, keeping his eyes moving around the room to avoid being noticed.

Their manager continues to assign bodyguards. Namjoon looks at both of them, making quick eye contact with Jungkook. Jungkook smiles innocently but Namjoon sees a bit of mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Namjoon scans Jungkook up and down, seeing Jungkook’s fingers pulling Taehyung’s shoelace centimeter by centimeter. Namjoon raises an almost-disappointed eyebrow at him, making Jungkook sheepishly turn his attention to catch the last bits of their manager's speech.

“We’ve never worked with Y/N before but he has been a bodyguard for multiple other groups for a show or two and the company strongly recommended him. He’s going to be watching over Jungkook and Taehyung primarily,” Their manager points to both of them with an amused expression. “Recently they have started to wander away while we are out and before we sign a full-term contract, he should get a test run of a difficult day.”

Taehyung and Jungkook open their mouths simultaneously, getting cut off by their manager.

“No, that does not mean you try to force him to quit. Act like you normally would day-to-day.”

“We’ll see,” Jungkook says. He leans over to untie Taehyung’s other shoe before standing.

The group’s two other bodyguards hold a steady conversation together, keeping you in the loop without forcing you to actually speak. They’re closer to each other than they are to you, having known each other and worked together longer. You’ve met them twice before this, once before your last job, and once to get to know each other and learn about BTS and their schedules.

The other bodyguards learned pretty quickly you prefer to observe than get in the middle of a conversation. The only time you step in is if a situation gets dangerous or worrying. You have a silent intimidation about you. The only time anyone notices a change in expressions in different scenarios is if you want them to notice. Even then, only your eyes change. They go from normal and unsuspecting to harsh. They thin and your glances around the room to examine every possible outcome morph from constant sharp looks to smooth, fluid, and slow lines.

They also realized you notice everything, and you remember everything. One of the bodyguards mentioned their favorite movie when you first met, months and months before you took this job, and when you met the day before and you forced yourself to make small talk you asked if it was still his favorite movie. He didn’t even remember telling you this but played off his shock at you remembering the fact when you started to apologize for remembering it. You also notice every change in expression or mannerism despite how small or meaningless it may be. When you were interviewing for the position you noticed the manager’s pants were too short for the shoes he was wearing and one of his socks was inside out. One of your co-bodyguard’s takes ten minutes to button his cuffs, the other pops his knuckles at least twice every hour.

The boy’s manager walks out and asks the bodyguards to follow him inside. The other two take the lead and you follow after, studying the halls and rooms you pass through. Their manager opens a door and leads to a room with seven bickering adults. Namjoon (you learned their names after your interview) stands closer to the door and watches his group with raised brows. Their manager closes the door behind you. The noise makes the boys look up.

You’re standing behind the other two bodyguards but you’re taller; Taehyung can see your eyes. They’re calculating, some would say harsh, but Taehyung would describe them as… intense. You seem to be inspecting the whole room one second, eyeing him and everyone else the next.

His manager doesn’t allow introductions. Instead of allowing Taehyung to ask questions about the handsome and mysterious man standing behind him, he jumps into their schedules for the day. “Okay, there is going to be some walking around in public today. I urge/need all of you to stay with your bodyguards.”

You’re still scanning your surroundings, but you seem to sense the eyes on you. Taehyung isn’t the only one watching you, you make eye contact with Jungkook and Hoseok before him. Your face doesn’t move before going back to what Taehyung was tuning out.

Hoseok moves on to the conversation between Namjoon and their manager. (Not before noticing Jungkook and Taehyung’s continuous looks.) Jungkook attempts to keep you from noticing his staring, glancing down if you look near him and facing towards their manager, but keeps his eyes on you. Taehyung is less-hidden about it. He smirks if you look near him and follows you with his eyes.

You still don’t change your expression.

Taehyung holds a portable camera up, explaining his and Jungkook’s plan to the audience. Jungkook is visible in the corner of the screen but he’s not paying attention to what Taehyung is saying. Instead, he’s looking at you.

You’re not doing much, keeping an eye on their surroundings, making sure no fans storm at them, but wow are you mesmerizing. Your shoulders are relaxed but you’re still standing tall. An imposing presence with the simple yet difficult task of keeping him and Taehyung safe. A ray of sun peaks over the buildings and you slide a pair of sunglasses on. They add even more difficulty in knowing what you’re thinking, not that he had the ability before.

Taehyung signs off on the camera and hands it to a staff member. “Jungkook,”

Jungkook doesn’t look at him, attempting to memorize every tiny detail about you.

“Jungkook!” Taehyung shoves his shoulder. “Stop making eyes at Y/N.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen and he looks over at you twice. “Keep your voice down. And you can’t judge me! You were doing the same thing earlier!”

Taehyung smiles, crossing his arms in a taunting manner. “But I’m not embarrassed about it and you are.”

“I’m not embarrassed.” Jungkook mumbles. “I just don’t want to make it obvious and freak him out.”

“Sure.”

One of the staff members glances at their watch, saying something to the cameraman and you. You nod your head and look down at your phone.

“Okay, both of you need to turn your personal cameras on. We will be out here getting some extra shots, Y/N will follow you inside.”

You stand to the side as Taehyung and Jungkook sift through piles and racks of clothes. Jungkook picks out an outfit for Hoseok and Taehyung gets clothes for Jin. When they first started to shop they debated buying real, nice outfits, or joke outfits, and they both pretty quickly decided to buy joke outfits. Taehyung is making it his mission to find the worst outfit Jin has ever worn.

You stretch your shoulders and switch the foot you're leaning your weight on, keeping a constant eye on the boys.

Taehyung watches you shift around and turns his camera off to look at you. “Are you tired of standing there?”

You shake your head, pointing to the camera. They’ve only ever heard you say two words. They make eye contact and Jungkook smiles as he turns his camera off. You raise an eyebrow at them and turn to look at the entrance.

“Instead of shopping for Jin and Hoseok, we should shop for Y/N. You look nice in the suit but it’s a little plain.” Taehyung mentions.

“Yeah,” Jungkook agrees. He grabs a shirt and holds it up, closing one eye to really see the picture. “We can pick out a whole new outfit!”

“We have very good taste.”

You crack the faintest edge of a smile and they capitalize on it. You continue to look around the store as they grab different shirts and discuss what color looks best on you.

Finally, after ten minutes of them planning different outfits and offering to buy you half the store, you get them back on track. “I appreciate this, but I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me. You need to start filming again.”

Jungkook feels light-headed. He begins to swoon at your voice and your worry but tries to make his feelings less obvious. Taehyung protests against turning his camera on, Jungkook joining him a few seconds after. You shake your head but your smile grows. Taehyung and Jungkook make grinning eye contact and laugh together.

Jungkook feels a surge of confidence and takes a step closer to you. He takes the hat Taehyung was convinced you would look fantastic in and puts it on your head. “We’re still going to buy you that later. It looks cute on you.”

They walk back to the previous position they were filming in and Taehyung leans closer to Jungkook. “Since when are you so bold?”

“I don’t know.” Jungkook giggles, slightly delirious from what he just did. “I don’t know what came over me. But now I feel very embarrassed. He hides his facial expressions too well.”

“He smiled when you walked away.” Taehyung nods. “And when you said it, his eyebrows went up. He wasn’t expecting it either.”

Jungkook grabs Taehyung’s shoulders and shakes him quickly. “He smiled? You’re joking. You’re lying. Don’t play with my feelings!”

Taehyung laughs and cups Jungkook’s face. “I’m serious. I saw him smile. I’m jealous of it, why would I lie?”

“Please, you’re too confident with him to feel jealous of me making him smile. You’re the one that made him smile before that. He probably likes your version of flirting more than mine.”

Taehyung hums and takes his camera out. “I think he likes your version. I certainly do.”

Taehyung turns his camera back on and begins talking to it, walking away like he didn’t say anything worth talking about. Jungkook shakes himself out of his stupor when you walk over to him. You hold your arm in front of him and watch a group of people walking closer. Jungkook’s heart quickens and doesn’t stop even when you decide it’s not a problem and walk back to your watch-spot. He sighs and shakes his head, starting his camera up and wiping his conflicted and blushing face of any emotion.

Hundreds of fans run towards the opening doors, pushing into each other and stomping over anything in their way.

Taehyung and Jungkook walk side by side and you follow a step behind. You’re halfway between glaring and watching the fans at your sides, moving to block anyone who gets to close. A fan gets past the hired bodyguards in front of them, pushing past Jungkook to get to Taehyung. They force Jungkook to stumble back and almost hug Taehyung to the ground before you can pull them away. You move closer, pushing Taehyung behind you and blocking him from the fan as they’re pulled away by security. You walk around the boys, keeping a wide birth around them.

“You alright?” You’ve switched to full glaring at the people around you, making sure both of the boys are okay.

“Yeah,”

Taehyung moves closer to Jungkook and you lean to the security walking in front.

“Let’s pick this up.”

You escort them to the van, going back to your neutral face once you get inside. You make sure to lock the van doors and lean back in the seat. You examine the boys next to you openly and notice Taehyung’s sleeve.

“Your shirt is ripped.” You state and pull it up, lifting his arm. “You have a scratch.”

The tips of Taehyung’s ears begin to turn pink and he shrugs. “It’s alright. It doesn’t hurt or anything.”

You reach into the back seat, digging into your bag. You pull a package of band-aids out. “Here.”

“You have band-aids?” Taehyung asks.

You hold the box up for him to pick a band-aid and nod. “I felt bad when Jungkook hurt himself and I didn’t have any so I bought a few boxes.”

Jungkook gasps and reaches for the box despite not needing a bandage. “They have monsters on them?”

You smile shyly. “I would say someone else picked them out but I was alone when I bought them.”

Jungkook pulls a pink and a blue band-aid out and hands the box to Taehyung. He puts the blue band-aid on his cheek and reaches over Taehyung, who’s looking at his options, to put the pink band-aid on the same spot on your face.

Taehyung hands you one of the band-aids and pulls his sleeve up.

“You can’t do it yourself?” You ask, already opening the bandage. You put it on his scratch and pat his arm.

“You’re becoming more comfortable with us.” Taehyung continues to dig in the band-aid box and you already know you’ll have to buy another pack soon. “You’re talking more.”

“I spend most days protecting you two, I might as well enjoy it.”

Taehyung pulls another band-aid out and puts it across your nose. Jungkook smiles and leans over Taehyung, watching you closely.

“We’re glad,” He says. “We like you talking and smiling more. Your voice is nice, and your smile is very pretty.”

You look out of the window quickly, scratching the band-aids on your face. You can hear them giggling behind you and you pretend your face isn’t warming.

“I want to give you one too.” Taehyung unwraps another band-aid and pushes it on Jungkook’s cheekbone lightly. “Now you both look even cuter than you normally are. Which, I’m going to be honest, I didn’t think was possible.”

Jungkook takes one and puts it on Taehyung’s forehead. “You are too.”

You look back at them, enjoying the moment without showing too much.

“I have to take a phone call,” You slide open your phone and walk out of the room. “Hello?”

Jungkook pulls a sweatshirt over his head, pulling one of his arms out before he speaks. “Tae.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you flirt with Y/N?”

Taehyung fixes his earring, letting the room go silent for a few seconds. “Yeah. I guess I do. Why?”

Jungkook taps his foot. “Do you like him?”

“I think he’s very nice and sweet and handsome, and I’m sure if he asked me on a date, I would not say no.” Taehyung raises his eyebrow and asks again. “Why?”

“Because I think I like him. I know you’re probably going to roll your eyes and say you’ve already known, but I thought it was just in a “he’s new and cute and mysterious” way but it’s not.” He doesn’t wait for a reply before he speaks. “But you like him and I think you would be cute together, so I’ll back off-”

You walk back in, making both of them go quiet. “Ready?”

Taehyung stands and leans closer to Jungkook, making complete eye contact. “He’s not the only one I like, Jungkook.”

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404gendernotfound · 3 years

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Come back to me (Dabi x Reader)

Summary: After an accident you are brought to the hospital by Keigo to see how Dabi was doing. Since he was hit by a wave that send him into a sleeping state Keigo thinks that using your quirk on him might be the only chance to save him.

Contains: little bit of angst, fluff

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 5,5 K

Enjoy!

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Living with a quirk was a dream for a lot of people since they were a child. The thought of becoming a hero and helping people was mesmerizing and a lot of quirkless people were getting jealous of their abilities. While others dreamed of such a life, I hoped to get rid of my quirk. They called me “Dreamer” since I was able to use my quirk to enter peoples dreams and interpret them. Other than that I could also control my own dreams which was kind of cool but didn’t really make me a hero since I wasn’t really able to help people. For a long time I thought those were the only abilities I had until an accident had happened that changed my life for the worse. Villains had attacked me and my best friend which made my quirk reacted to one of the attacks sending a wave towards my friend that I couldn’t really understand. I had never happened before and it scared me. My best friend fell into an uncurable coma and passed away not even a month after the attack. After that had happened I tried everything to get rid of my quirk for good but nothing worked. I stumbled upon two guys that felt just as miserable as I and we started to become friends. My feathered friend Hawks and the ex member of the league of Villains Dabi helped me find a way to at least weaken my quirk. Someone had developed a quirk dampener that thankfully worked on me. Even since then I kept wearing them every day so that I would never hurt anyone ever again.

It was a normal and boring day as I left my apartment. While I was walking down the street I suddenly heard the sound of wings flapping above me and my name being called before I was lifted up in the air. I looked up at my friendly kidnapper and shook my head.

“Keigo…How many times do I have to tell you that you should stop just picking me up from the street whenever you feel like it?”, I asked and suddenly noticed the serious look on his face.

“What’s going on?”, I asked now more serious since I could see that something was going on.

“No time to complain now. I need you to help me”, he said and kept looking forward.

“Where are you taking me? And how in gods name am I supposed to help you?”, I asked totally confused.

“There’s no time to explain. You’ll see soon”, he said before he picked up the pace.

We landed on a balcony of one of the rooms at the hospital.

“Why are we here?”, I asked still confused.

“Look into the room.”

I opened the door to the room and stepped inside. As I saw who the person laying in one of the beds was, I quickly walked over and sat down next to the bed. I grabbed his hand and then looked back at Keigo.

“What happened to him?”, I asked him while grabbing one of Dabis hand and softly caressed it.

“We were outside the city when someone attacked us out of nowhere. I still have no idea who they were but some kind of wave hit Dabi and ever since then he hasn’t woken up. The doctors said he is in a pretty bad condition and if he doesn’t wake up soon he might die.”, he explained and sat down next to me.

As soon as he had said those words, I felt like I was brought back to that day when I watched my friend die laying in one of these hospital beds. My body began to shake and tears started to build in my eyes threatening to flow any second. Keigo grabbed my free hand and softly stroked it.

“I know you don’t use your quirk anymore ever since that accident happened but I think you might be able to wake him up again.”, Keigo said with hope in his voice.

“I…I can’t…I’m sorry Keigo. I can’t help him. I don’t even know if my quirk still works. I don’t want to hurt him”

I started to cry in frustration. I couldn’t just use him as guinea pig and maybe fail in the end. I couldn’t forgive myself for being the reason why I lost another person I loved. Keigo placed his hand on my shoulder and softly stroked it.

“I’m sure you can do it. You can enter peoples dreams and since this burned chicken nugget is currently in some kind of sleeping state you might be able to get to him. I will be here by your side and if something happens we’ll stop right away.”

I had to laugh at his ridiculous nickname for Dabi but maybe he was right. If I didn’t do anything he might just not make it. I wasn’t able to save my best friend but maybe I would be able to save him. I wiped away my tears and looked at Keigo.

“Promise me to wake me up if anything happens”, I said and he nodded.

“I promise”

I was afraid that I would fuck this up but maybe I was Dabis only chance to ever wake up again. I held my hands out for Keigo to take off the dampeners since he was the only person who had the passcode to take them off. As they were gone from my wrists I felt really weird. I rubbed the places they had been and looked at Keigo. He smiled at me encouraging and gave me a little nod. I then grabbed Dabis hand again and grabbed Keigos with my other hand. He squeezed it reassuring that he was there and I wasn’t alone which made me calm down a little bit again. I took one deep breath before I closed my eyes and concentrated on Dabis hand. It was weird that it almost felt as if I was being pulled into Dabis dream as my quirk worked its magic.

As I entered his dream I looked around to locate where I was.

“Y/n are you ok?”, I heard Keigos voice from very far away.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry”, I said and felt my hand being squeezed.

I looked down at myself to see that there was nothing. I was glad that I was still able to separate the real and the dream world even though this world was really strange. Something was definitely wrong with this dream and I really needed to find Dabi as soon as possible. I started walking around the place trying to figure out where I was. It looked so familiar, but I couldn’t really point my finger at it. As I ran along one of the streets the dream suddenly changed. I wasn’t on the street anymore but right in front of my apartment. That was definitely weird. I wanted to open the door when I noticed that I couldn’t touch the handle.

“Oh no”, I said and reached out to touch the door.

Instead of feeling the surface of the cold metal door my hand just moved through it as if there was no door. The feeling of stepping through the door – literally – was extremely weird. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I normally could touch everything when I entered someone’s dream but it was almost like I was a ghost. This would make getting in touch with Dabi even harder if I really was a ghost in his dream. As I walked past the mirror in the corridor I looked at myself. At least I could still see myself in the mirror which was a good sign. I walked through the apartment just to see that there was nobody here.

“Why the hell did this dream bring me here?”, I thought out loud.

Just after these words left my mouth, I heard keys being turned in the lock and the door opened. Since I didn’t know if others could see me I decided to hide and see who was coming in.

“So what do you wanna eat for lunch?”

“Whatever you make is fine, my love”

These voices were so damn familiar, but I somehow couldn’t recognize them until I had them in my vision. My jaw almost literally dropped to the floor when I saw who these voices belonged too. I was looking at Dabi and another version of…me…and they were kissing. What the hell was going on? As I noticed that Dabi was about to walk towards me I hid again. He passed me without noticing that I was there and walked into the kitchen. I quickly moved from my hiding spot to the living room where the other me was currently sitting on the couch. Since I wasn’t sure if she would be able to hear me with just me calling out I walked towards the couch and stood in front of her. As her eyes landed on me she stared at me in shock.

“You are me”, she said and stood up to take a better look at me.

“I know. But I don’t know why you are here. What is this?”, I asked her.

“What do you mean what is this? This is our home. Mine and Dabis”, she answered and looked at me confused.

“Yeah I see that, but that’s wrong. This is not real”, I said and she began to laugh.

“You mean you are not real”, she said towards me and tried to touch me just to reach right through me.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?”, she asked now a little bit angry about me intruding her home.

“Little mouse, who are you talking to?”, Dabi suddenly said and already approached the room.

It was weird to hear him call the person in front of me such a nickname. As he arrived just next to us he looked at her confused.

“I’m talking with her”, she said and pointed at me.

It looked like he was looking right through me. Wait? Couldn’t he see me? He turned back to the other me with concern on his face.

“There is no one. What are you talking about?”, he asked and she looked at me again.

“He can’t see me”, I stated and she nodded in agreement.

Dabi looked back in my direction before he turned back to her. He must be thinking she was loosing her mind.

“You should sit down on the couch. You probably just imagined something. It was a long day after all. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me”, he said and softly kissed her lips before he left.

“This is bad. This is very bad. Keigo can you hear me?”, I called out walking around the room like I was lost since I needed to think of something.

“What are you-“, she said before she was cut off by another voice.

“Yes I can. What’s going on?”, Keigo asked just like a whisper in my ear.

“How-“

“There is another me here and she seems to have a relationship with Dabi. But apparently she’s the only one who can hear and see me. How am I supposed to get Dabi out of here if he can’t see me?”

The closer I got to the end of my rambling the more I started to panic. This was all wrong. Nothing was working the way it was supposed to be.

“Shit. Calm down. There has to be a way to get to him. You’re intelligent. You and the other you will find a way.”, Keigo tried to encourage me.

“The other me doesn’t really seem cooperative.”

“HEY. I CAN HEAR YOU”, she protested and Keigo laughed.

“That really sounds like you”, Keigo laughed and I rolled my eyes.

I stopped to walk around aimlessly and looked at myself.

“We need to find a way for me to communicate with him”, I said towards her and she shook her head.

“No. I’m not gonna let you take him away.”, she said and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“If I don’t take him with me he will die. I can’t let him die. He is my family together with Keigo”

She looked as if she was thinking about my words. She then sat back down on the couch.

“You find your way. I’m not gonna help you”

I should have known better that I couldn’t count on myself.

“Fine. Then I’ll have to figure it out myself.”, I said and stormed off to the kitchen to see what Dabi was doing.

He was currently cooking as I arrived at the door. Seeing the expression on his face he looked really happy. I had never seen him smile like this before. I had to think back at how he had kissed the other me and suddenly started to feel bad.

“I don’t wanna take her away from you but I can’t lose you. This is not our world or reality. This is wrong”, I mumbled and continued to watch him.

As he moved the steaming pot from the stove to the side and the window over it steamed up I had an idea. I moved to the window and tried to write into the fogged-up part. I had to concentrate a lot but it actually worked. I wrote “This is not real” onto the window just before he looked towards the pot.

“Come on. Look up before it’s gone”, I said and finally watched him look at the window.

“That’s…weird”, Dabi said before he watched the letters disappear again.

I moved to the window again and looked around. As I caught my reflection in the window I was reminded of the mirror again. If I could see myself in the mirror, maybe he could too. He kept looking at the window every few seconds. He must be feeling that something was up. I started to write onto the window again as he looked there.

“What the”, he said and watched the letters appear out of nowhere.

“Go to the mirror, Dabi” I had written, and he looked around to see if someone was pulling a prank on him or if he really was going crazy.

“I’m losing my mind”, he said and continued to cook.

“Come on Dabi. Don’t make me spell it out for you”, I mumbled before I started to write “mirror” onto the window again and again.

“I’m going, alright?”, he said as he saw it and turned off the stove before walking off.

I followed him and stepped into vision as he looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes widened and he looked next to him where I was standing in the mirror but he couldn’t see me.

“How?”, he asked and I slightly smiled at him.

“Hey Dabi”, I said hoping that he could maybe hear me.

“Your voice…it sounds like her. You look like her. What are you?”, Dabi said and I sighed happy knowing that he was now able to hear me.

“It’s me, Y/n. I’m sorry it took me so long to figure out how to talk to you. My other me wasn’t really cooperative. It’s hard to figure out a world that’s not real”, I explained to him and watched his confused face.

“Wait. So the Y/n with me isn’t real?”

I nodded and his face looked even more confused.

“What’s going on? How is this not real?”, he asked his hand searching the air next to him for me but he couldn’t grab anything.

“When you and Keigo were outside the city you were attacked and send into some kind of sleeping state. He brought me to the hospital to use my powers so I could enter the dream you are trapped in and bring you back. I know it’s a lot but please just trust me”

“How am I supposed to trust someone who is not even here?”, he asked, his voice had changed from confusion to slight anger.

“You are not”, I suddenly heard behind me and turned around to see her standing there watching us.

“Y/n”, he said towards her and she walked to him, putting her arms around him.

“I am real. She is just trying to take you away from me. Can’t you see that”, she whispered and he nodded.

Dabi hugged her tight and then looked back in the mirror but his eyes suddenly filled with horror. I followed his gaze just to see that the me he was currently holding looked nothing like me. There were no human features to be seen only a black figure. He pushed her away and looked back at my reflection.

“You are right. This is not real. How do we get out of here?”, he asked me and I looked back at her who was now laying on the floor looking at us angry.

“You need to somehow take my hand. But you can’t see me”, I said while my eyes started to fill with tears as I tried to reach for him just to grab right through him.

“The mirror”, he said and then stepped forward putting his hand on the cold surface.

Dabi was right. Through the mirror he was able to hear and see me so maybe if I placed my hand on it too, he might be able to feel me. I stepped closer to the mirror and then placed my hand on it. To my surprise it stayed there and my body was flooded with warmth.

“You are here”, I heard next to me and as soon as I turned to Dabi I was already embraced by him.

“Finally”, I sighed and buried my face in his chest.

I’ve never been this glad to feel the warmth of another human beeing. I could finally break through this weird dreams’ boarders. As great as staying in Dabis arms was, we really had to get out of here as soon as possible. We separated from the hug and he looked down at me.

“Let’s get the hell out of here”, he said smiling and grabbed my hands.

I looked around one last time to see if I had missed something before I closed my eyes and concentrated on getting us out of the dream. A sudden cold flooded my body as we were pushed out of the dream back into reality.

I woke from the dream abruptly and instantly looked around to see that we were in the hospital again. I sighed loudly and looked at Keigo who still sat next to me.

“Are you ok? What happened in there?”, he asked curious.

“I’m fine, I guess. Everything was a little bit weird and scary but I broke through. It took some time to get to him, but it should be fine now. I hope”, I said and grabbed Dabis hand with both of mine.

He should be waking up any minute. I was getting really nervous as he kept sleeping for some more. Did I mess something up? I couldn’t have. This was my only chance. Maybe he was just still exhausted from the attack and the dream must have been stressful for him too. I lifted his hand to my face and leaned my forehead against it.

“Come back to me, please”, I whispered and closed my eyes.

I felt Keigos hand softly stroke my back as my eyes started to fill with tears. I couldn’t have messed up. I would never be able to forgive myself if I lost him. It was quiet in the room for some time and the silence almost felt painful.

“Hey! Hands off my little mouse, birdie”, I suddenly heard and instantly lifted my head.

“Dabi”, I almost screamed and instantly jumped into his arms.

“Whoa, whoa. Easy there. You’re gonna kill me”, he laughed and hugged me tighter, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

“You saved me.”, he whispered and moved so that he could take a look at me.

The expression on his face was soft and loving as he saw some tears slowly run down my cheeks. My heart was suddenly beating really fast. I was so damn glad I got him back. I could have lost another dear person in the blink of an eye and I really didn’t want to go through that pain again.

“Don’t cry. You’re my hero”, Dabi added as he softly brushed away some tears with his thumbs before he suddenly pressed his lips to mine without a warning.

“Hey”, I said and slightly pushed him away just to see his smiling face.

“I just needed to make sure you are real”, he said grinning while my cheeks started to burn from embarrassment.

“I feel like I shouldn’t be here”, I heard Keigo laugh next to us.

Oh god, I had totally forgotten that he was here too. I blushed even more and watched Dabi grin even brighter as he saw my embarrassed face.

“I’m glad you’re back, man”, Keigo said and pat Dabis shoulder as he stood up from his seat.

“Me too”, he answered and looked back at me.

“I’ll leave you two alone. You look like you have a lot to talk about”

Keigo left the room and took off shortly after he had entered the balcony. Now it was just me and Dabi and even though we usually got along quite well then we were alone it somehow felt a little awkward. As I turned my face towards him again I noticed that his expression wasn’t as happy anymore as before. I reached out to grab his hand and watched his mouth curve into a slight smile.

“You’re thinking about the dream again, right?”, I asked and watched him nod.

“Yeah. I should have noticed that it wasn’t real. It was too good to be true”, he mumbled slightly laughing and looked at my hand that he was holding.

He looked like he wished to be back in his dream world. I felt guilty for pulling him out of his own paradise but if this was what I had to endure just to keep him alive I would gladly take that.

“How long were you in that dream? Like it was a few hours in the real world, but it must have been a lot more for you”

“6 Months”, he just said and my jaw dropped.

“Six months? That’s a long time to be trapped in a dream. Now I understand why you didn’t believe me at first”

We both stayed in silence for a little bit. It seemed to be hard for the both of us to talk about what had happened in the dream. I had to think back at what I had learned about the magic of dreams and how they manifested. I remembered what I once read. “In situations that make us anxious and scared our dreams tend to send us to a place the heart most desires.” It had said in one of the countless books I had read about dreams. I looked back at Dabi and thought about the dream again. He seemed to have been in a happy relationship with the other me. Does that mean that his heart desired me? He must have notices that I was bothered by something since he squeezed my hand to get my attention.

“If there’s something you want to talk about because of the dream just say it”, he said in a rather cold tone.

“I’m still confused about why you were with…me…like the other me. Why did the dream pair you with me? And why did the dream instantly bring me to you when I entered it?”, I mumbled and watched Dabi frown.

He looked at our joined hands before he pulled me onto the bed and placed me with my back against his chest before he wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me closer.

“Dabi…”

“Just listen to me, alright?”

I nodded and waited for him to speak. He seemed to gather some more courage to tell me what he had on his mind since he took a few deep breaths before he started to speak and placed his head on my shoulder.

“I’m sure you have already figured out the ‘dreaming what the heart desires’ part so I don’t need to spell that out for you anymore. But I do need to tell you why I couldn’t believe you and couldn’t fight the dream. When that wave hit me, I woke up in that dream, but I didn’t know it wasn’t real until you had taken care of me and approached me romantically. You would have never done that in the real world. I figured I needed to find a way out but the thought of having a chance to be with you even just for a short time was too tempting. After I had gotten used to waking up to you every morning and being able to kiss and touch you to my heart content, I must have completely forgotten that all of it wasn’t real. So when I saw the you I remembered from the real world in the mirror I was confused. I knew that the current world wasn’t supposed to exist and that the you that I always thought of wasn’t the one I had been spending my time with but you. It just all felt so real. I’m sorry for not instantly believing you”

I was a little bit overwhelmed by all the information he had shared with me. This all felt like a big confession coming from his side and my heart could barely handle it. I grabbed one of Dabis hands and placed it on my heart so he could feel my heartbeat.

“You know…I was really scared to lose you when Keigo brought me here. I thought I might never be able to spend time with you again. To make stupid jokes, tease each other or just sit in silence and watch a movie. But most importantly…I was scared that I might never be able to tell you how much you mean to me”, I whispered and noticed how he buried his face in my neck while his hand still rested on my heart.

“You really know how to make a man fall for you all over again”, he mumbled against my neck before he placed a soft kiss there.

I noticed my heart stop for a second before it continued to beat even faster than before. I can’t believe I never noticed the tension between us before but now that I knew how Dabi felt about me it was way too obvious how we both longed for the other all this time. I carefully removed Dabis hands from around me and turned towards him. As our eyes met, I automatically reached out to cup his cheeks with my hands and softly stroked them with my thumbs. He closed his eyes and leaned into my touch.

“I feel like I’m still dreaming”, he whispered and opened his eyes again.

“You are not. This is real”, I whispered back and moved closer so I could lean my forehead against his.

Dabi grabbed my hands from his face and moved them so he could intertwine his fingers with mine. I had to smile as I saw the slight blush on his cheeks. We stayed like this for some time until I playfully nuzzled my nose against his before we separated.

“I’ll go get a doctor to check up on you and then we’ll get you home, alright?”, I suggested and he nodded still smiling.

Even a blind could see how happy he was right now. I quickly kissed his cheek before I got up from the bed to search for a doctor. After Dabis vitals had been checked, the doctor told us that he could go home, but he would have to rest for a few more days before he could jump back into action. We thanked the doctor as he left the room and Dabi got up from the bed.

“Should I call Keigo to get you home?”, I asked and he shook his head.

“No, As long as you accompany me, I’m fine”, he said and instantly grabbed one of my hands.

I smiled at his new unusual behavior and lightly squeezed his hand. We left the hospital and walked all the way to Dabis apartment which thankfully wasn’t that far away. The way there felt like an eternity since none of us said a word the entire walk. As we arrived there Dabi opened the door and pulled me into the apartment with him. He released my hand and turned towards me.

“Wait here”, he said and then walked further into the apartment.

It took some time until he came back with a bag in his hands.

“Dabi…”, I sighed already knowing where this was going to go.

He looked down at me and sighed too. As he opened his mouth, but no words dared to slip from his lips, he just grabbed one of my hands and looked deep into my eyes.

“Please”, he pleaded in a quiet voice.

I didn’t know if it was a good idea to take him back to my apartment, especially because of the dream but he seemed so desperate and sad that I couldn’t say no.

“Alright. Come”, I said and we left the apartment again.

I was exhausted as we arrived back at my place. After I had opened the door Dabi had already vanished somewhere in the apartment before I could even take off my shoes. It was weird to have him here since he barely ever came over before but for him it must be like coming home. I shook my head to get these thoughts of the dream out of my head and then walked into the corridor. I walked past the living room to my bedroom, seeing that the door was open. Dabi let himself fall onto the mattress and buried his face in my pillow.

“Are you ok?”, I asked and walked over to the bed, sitting down at the edge to look at him.

“Yeah. I’m home now”, he whispered and continued to drown in my pillow.

As he realized what he had said he looked up at me with a slightly hurt expression.

“Sorry…I keep bringing it up”, he mumbled and looked to the floor in embarrassment.

I reached out with my hand to softly pet his head before slightly smiling.

“It’s alright. It will take some time for you to adjust to the real world again. Take your time. If you need anything I’ll be in the living room”, I said before I stood up and wanted to leave the room.

“Wait!”, he called out for me as I was about to walk out the door.

“Yeah?”

“Can you…I mean…nevermind”, he said and turned his head away.

I stepped back into the room and closed the door behind me before walking over to the bed again.

“Scoot over”

He looked up at me as if he had seen a ghost just now. The expression on his face changed from surprise to a somehow even sadder one than before.

“You don’t have to…”, he began but I didn’t let him finish the sentence.

“Scoot over already”, I emphasized again.

This time he listened to me and moved over on the bed. I laid down right next to him and pulled to covers over the both of us. Dabi still looked at me like a puppy that had been abandoned. I sighed and pulled him towards me. I almost had to force him to put his arms around me. I buried one of my hands in his hair and placed the other one on his back drawing random patterns on it with my fingers.

“Is this what you wanted?”, I whispered and watched him nod slowly.

“Was it so hard to ask?”, I continued to ask and he nodded again.

I softly placed a kiss on his head before I looked at him again. He tightened the grip on my waist and cuddled closer before he looked up at me.

“Tell me if I’m being too much”, he whispered.

“I will”, I answered before I leaned forward to place a kiss on his forehead.

He closed his eyes and smiled. I was glad he seemed to feel better now. After some time of complete silence he began to speak again.

“It still doesn’t feel real somehow. Being able to hold you like this in my arms and not having to worry about you pushing me away. It feels so strange…but in a good way. I like this”, he mumbled against my chest and snuggled even closer.

“I never thought you would ever lay in my bed, cuddled against me and so close to me that I can feel your breath on my skin. I’m really happy right now”, I whispered back and watched him turn his face towards me again.

“Me too”

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weakzen · 4 years

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Taking the Stares

The Detective uses the stairwell to her advantage for a kiss—or so she thinks.

pairing: female detective/mason rating: m wc: 2k+ prompt fill: 20. Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference.

AO3 version

Mason pushes the door open with his hip and leans against it, holding it open for me.

Waiting for me to pass. Waiting for me to head up first.

Like he's done every single time since Unit Bravo first rolled into town.

Back then, he did it with scowls. Folded arms. Heavy gazes dead ahead. Barks at me to hurry up too, if I took longer than a second—and I frequently did, strolling with a sly smirk and deliberate slowness, just to piss him off. But regardless of our bouts of mutual antagonism and his overall assholish demeanor, he still slammed those stairwell doors open for me and waited, always letting me head up in front of him.

Today, I run my hand over his stomach as I pass, stroking a squiggle across the thin fabric of his shirt, enjoying the dip of his inhale, and the way his abs tense with anticipation, and then the broad smile I leave on his face when my fingers depart.

I head up the stairs without looking back. The door to the basement slams shut behind us and Mason's footsteps soon join mine, echoing loudly against the concrete and corroding pipes.

It took me a while to realize why he held those doors. An embarrassingly long while. I thought he was trying to unnerve me at first. Take advantage of the terrain and isolation. Get me to walk in front of him so he could follow behind, directly in my blind spot, unseen and unheard through the echoing cacophony, discernible only by that piercing gaze and the smirk that dug into my backside and the way he used both to make the tension between my shoulderblades wind just a little bit tighter with every subsequent step climbed on those long ascents.

That was definitely part of his motivation back then, fucking with me, but I was too focused on that aspect to pay attention to the more obvious and glaring explanation for his actions. Which, is either a testament to my ability to fixate on something to the exclusion of everything else, or a total condemnation of my single-minded obliviousness, because Mason is not exactly subtle.

Not with his words, when they come at all. Not with his actions, when he cares enough to try.

Not with those hard, roaming, and near tangible stares of his, either.

Truly, a master of visual undress and eye fucking across a room.

And of making sure he's always in position to blatantly ogle my ass while he does both.

A wide grin pulls at my lips and I whirl around suddenly before I crest the first landing, arms folded as I stand above him.

“You staring at my ass again, sunshine?”

My accusation echoes off the walls and, four steps down, he doesn't bother to pretend he wasn't. His eyes linger on my crotch for a moment, smirk slowly widening, before he flicks his gaze up to meet mine.

“Not anymore.”

He continues upward, footsteps echoing, that gaze locked unblinking on mine as he advances step by step until he stops on the one below me, eyes level with each other and our mouths only a heartbeat apart.

But he closes that distance quickly enough.

Mason's lips press against mine in lazy nibbles, slow kisses with gently scraping stubble and soft bumps of nose and even softer sighs of pleasure. His hands find their usual spot on my hips, thumbs hooked in my belt loops, long fingers curling over the curve of my ass, but not quite cupping. Not sliding down to grope or squeeze.

Maybe it's because my hands are busy cupping his face for once, now that I can easily reach.

His cheeks are warm beneath my touch, the edge of his jaw sharp in my palms, and sharper still at the back corners, where my fingers curl into him and find shifting purchase as his mouth moves against my own. I swipe my thumbs across his cheeks, through the scratch of hair and out over soft, smooth skin and the expanse of countless freckles I could easily see, if I were to open my eyes.

I do. Just to make sure they're still there.

And to enjoy the sight of them, dappled beneath those long, dark lashes.

At least, until his eyes snap open as well.

Our lips slow, coming to a still, then to a part, with a sticky kiss that echoes faintly around the stairwell too, but we don't move far. Our mouths continue to brush together, breath mingling, exhales fanning gently over swollen lips and flushed skin as we stare at each other. His eyes gleam with playfulness, grey depths warmed with amusement and want, softened with heavy lids and faint creases at the corners and…

…what I might call affection, from this vantage, now that I can easily see.

Heat floods my cheeks anew, and Mason pulls me forward by the hips and the loops until our chests bump together and then he's kissing me again. Deeper. More purposefully. Affectionately, too, in a way I can't deny.

In a way that makes my eyes squeeze shut as well, and forces a whimper from my throat, and fills my chest with so much swelling fondness that I just… ache.

I never thought all those steps we climbed back then were leading here, to this exact instant, to this particular spot, to us pressed together and swaying in a familiar embrace. And I don't want to know what else lies ahead of us, how many more embraces we have, if any, or where we might be climbing to next.

I just want to take the steps one at a time. Day by day. Hour by hour.

Moment by moment.

A callout for his staring. A kiss in a stairwell. A consideration for the advantages of terrain and isolation.

I smile against his lips.

And then an unanswered question.

I slide my hands from his cheeks, down his neck, to his shoulders, where I gently, but firmly, nudge him down a step. Mason raises a brow, but doesn't resist. Doesn't keep hold of me either, arms dropping to his sides as he falls back another step until I can see the top of his head, the part in that dark hair I mostly know by touch.

The rest of those wavy locks brush against my hands as I slide up his neck again, and press my thumbs under his jaw to tilt his head back even further. Again, he doesn't resist. Only licks his lips and swallows, eyes darkening as I lean over him.

I wonder if there's anything new he can see of me now, from his vantage, in this moment, the instant before I plunge down to capture his lips with mine.

He receives me eagerly, mouth parting quickly for my tongue and my pace. I guide the kiss and Mason follows, through deep slides together into sharp inhales, breathy turns into lip sucking and parting drags of teeth that make him growl low with pleasure, slower stretches too, softer swirls, where it's just the wet heat and the taste of us and my moans and the silent, urgent need vibrating in his throat beneath my touch.

At some point, his hands come up to skim my legs, fingertips ghosting along the backs of my thighs, but he doesn't quite take hold of me. Doesn't grab or squeeze suggestively.

Maybe it's because he's too busy enjoying my hold on him, the press of my palms against the tendons gliding and shifting in his neck, the feel of my fingers stroking over his soft skin and the prickle of recently shaved stubble, the way I find myself lingering on his pulse, circling it as it throbs hard beneath my thumbs, as he tilts his head back further to give me even better access to him.

As he bares his throat to me entirely, willingly, and without hesitation.

When I pull away to breathe, he continues to follow, rising up on his toes before our lips part with another sticky, echoing kiss. He stays there for the briefest moment afterward, at apex where we stare at each other—and where an unexpected thrill jolts electrically through my body at the sight of him like that, arched up for me, with such eagerness and raw desire. His eyes darken even more as he feels it too, into near blackness, and his hands finally tighten on my thighs, right before he drops back to his heels and glances away.

I bite my lip.

After a moment, I straighten up again, hands sliding to his shoulders once more. “Gotta say, sunshine,” my voice echoes husky and low, “I do like the view from up here.”

Mason scoffs and runs a hand through his hair, but the look in his eye remains.

“Don't get used to it, sweetheart.”

“Why not?” I tease my thumb across his lips, grinning. “You already spend most of your time beneath me.”

He snorts, cracking into a smile before he presses a wet kiss to my fingertip.

“Good point,” he replies, glancing up at me. Dark amusement glitters in his eyes now as he slides his hands to my hips again. “Can't say I don't enjoy the view from below too.”

I cup his cheeks and lean over to kiss him more, but right before we make contact, his grip tightens hard—

Mason smirks deeply.

—then he lifts me up suddenly instead.

“Shit!”

The word echoes sharply through the stairwell as my feet shoot off the ground. I wobble and grab at his forearms instinctively, heartbeat spiking wildly for a moment, but my surprise passes quickly. Then I'm just left hanging in his grasp, legs dangling free, abs tensed for balance, hips slightly above his eye level, and all with that self-satisfied fucking smirk of his blasting up at me.

I know I should probably be at least mildly annoyed from the dick swinging, the reminder that, although I may occasionally have him beat on height, he will always have me beat on strength, but…

Honestly, I'm just fucking impressed.

And a little jealous.

I always am, whenever I witness it. Fucking ridiculous vampires.

He just front raised over fifty fucking kilos like it was nothing—and he's still holding it up, perfectly motionless, at this awkward fucking angle, arms completely straight, with no trembling strain or drooping or sign of fatigue or anything other than just a goddamn beautiful and totally fucking effortlessness display of raw strength.

It took me nearly a decade to even hit fifteen in each hand, and I'm still struggling to push on to twenty.

Fuck, and the sheer mechanical load on his shoulders right now, I just—

I fold my arms and huff out a long breath that trails into a smirk.

“Well, I guess it's higher than I thought you could go.”

The words barely leave my mouth before Mason swings me up directly overhead.

I gasp and tip forward, chest plunging, legs rising, until I'm parallel with the ground, stiffened and balanced, arms extended, with my heart thundering, my ankles tightly crossed, and my mind filled with a whole new appreciation for just how fucking deep those gymnastics instincts were drilled into me as a kid. His hands lock me in place too, grip firm, thumbs digging into my hips to keep me from rotating any further.

At least, for a moment.

He grins up at me, fangs sharp and visible, then slowly starts to tilt my pelvis so my legs go higher.

My braid falls first, unfurling like the damn rope at gym class, and I'm disappointed it doesn't swing directly into his smug face. My necklace falls next, pendant smacking into my mouth and catching between my lips. My shirt tries to fall too, sliding in stutters down my back, but the front tuck holds valiantly.

Blood begins to pool and throb in my face, and my hands come down to rest on his shoulders as well. He keeps rotating me, to the point where our foreheads almost touch and our eyes lock together at a different angle and our mouths are still less than a heartbeat apart.

The grin twitching at my lips matches the widening spread of his—and we come to a simultaneous decision quickly enough.

He leans back slightly and my legs soar even higher to my whoop of joy, until I'm practically vertical.

Until he can stare directly up the neck of my shirt, too.

And from the look in his eye, I can tell he's undoing the clasp on my bra to make my breasts spill free, right before he lowers me to put his face between them. Mason rolls his lips together and groans a low noise of appreciation.

“Yeah,” he says after a moment, shifting me slightly for a better view, “you look great from down here.”

I scoff around the chain on my lips and try to give him a look, but the tomato face and the grin probably ruin it a little—

My shirt falls over my head with a soft plop.

—And so does that.

Mason's bark of laughter echoes loudly throughout the stairwell.

So does mine, slightly more muffled.

I start wobbling a little, and he quickly lowers me over his shoulder before I lose my balance. His arms curl snugly around the back of my thighs, but it isn't long before I feel him staring at my ass again. And it only takes a fraction of the time after that before one of his hands shoots up to start squeezing firm, eager handfuls of me, paired with long, appreciative strokes, and a targeted pat that makes me clench and moan softly.

He starts to climb again while he enjoys himself.

I enjoy his touch too, if not the view. Of white and grey stripes. Because he didn't bother to fix my shirt, of course. Or give me the chance to do it myself. My arms and braid sway back and forth as his footsteps echo, and I huff at the loose strands of hair tickling my face.

A pleasantly undignified half-defeat. A demonstration of shared strength and acrobatics. A question answered beyond the scope.

I smile against the necklace.

And a hand sliding fast up my back too, groping toward my bra clasp.

Fumbling, I reach over to smack his ass first. “I'll give you a wedgie,” I threaten through the shirt.

His hand retreats to my waistband, to my belt loops, where he yanks up suddenly while I squeal and kick out.

“I'll just give you more of one back,” he replies simply, shrugging beneath me.

I smack his ass again, harder.

Mason only chuckles and squeezes me tighter, nuzzling his cheek against me before pressing a lingering kiss to my thigh. Then he resumes his groping as he continues upward, carrying me with a sly smirk and deliberate slowness.

One step at a time.

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Challenge Accepted..

Requested: ok so here is a request(IDK if you do these)(also it’s smut) so dean talks about how good he is in the bedroom and the reader says something along the lines like “I bet you can’t make me come” Dean challenges this. In the bedroom and you know they do the dirty or whatever. Dean edges her and edges her and just when the reader had enough of the teasing Dean finally takes her over her edge and the reader is left with the hottest shaking orgasm ever. I hope this makes sense! ❤️ur stories!!

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected Sex, Edging, Angst, Light Bondage, Blindfolding, Oral (female receiving), Angst, Dean being a cocky, sexy little ass. (yes that’s a warning.) Language probably somewhere. I think that’s it.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2573

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“I’m telling you by the time I left Milwalkie everyone in that damn hotel room knew my name was Dean Fucking Winchester because that bitch was screaming it so loud they could hear it a county over,” Dean bragged, walking down the stairs into the bunker behind you and Sam. You exchanged an exhausted look with Sam and both of you rolled your eyes.

Dean had been bragging about how great he was in the sheets the whole three-hour drive back from your last hunt.

It was a Siren, posing as a striper, luring unsuspecting men to their deaths. Not the first time the boys had encountered such a thing, it’s happened before, but it got Dean to feel all nostalgic about his glory days. He had been gladly narrating them for you and his brother the whole way home.

You had heard tales of everything from grateful damsels in distress, to barroom wonders.

Normally it didn’t bother you so much. You’d heard Dean brag about his… abilities before... You also had been in the next room at hotels when he was wowing whatever conquest he’d brought home from the bar that night, and you couldn’t tell whether the girl was just that damn drunk, faking it, or he was just that damn good.

This time though, you were damn tired, the hunt had required you to ‘act’ as a stripper in this local sleaze whole for a whole damn two nights, doing things you really will never talk about again just to get information, and you were just done with the whole damn trip, and everything that had to go with it, and Dean’s Milwalkie story about his stripper and her impressive vocal abilities had gotten on your last dying nerve.

Even though you knew deep down you were just a little jealous, and that’s the real reason it was irking you so damn bad, but still, who wouldn’t be jealous? Any woman with a pulse would want to let him bang her into the mattress.

“Then there was this one time in New Mexico hunting a vengeful…”

“You know what Dean, you talk a big game, but I bet you can’t even make me cum.”

The words flew out of your mouth before you could stop them. It was too late to take them back, he’d heard every word, and was not staring at you with this smirk that could make the devil blush.

The tip of his sinful tongue was perch just between his perfectly white teeth. He looked over you like you were a piece of meat, and he was starving. Just his look was enough right there to make you wetter than you’d ever been in your life, but you weren’t gonna tell him that. Hell no. You’d opened your big mouth, now you were going to deal with the consequences.

“Oh really? You think I can’t make you cum? Is that a challenge sweetheart?” he asks, his deep husky voice going straight to your core, making you swallow hard to get your voice to work again.

“You heard me Winchester, and I didn’t stutter,” you bight back, trying to keep up your cocky act even though your resolve was quickly wavering.

Dean dropped his bag on the world table and made his way over to you, you vaguely realized Sam was no longer anywhere insight, and you figured he thought you got yourself into this, you were more than capable of getting yourself out of it… One way or another…

“Well, challenge accepted, pretty girl,” he said, his face inches from yours, his hands on your hips.

You could feel his breath fanning your skin, making you even hotter than you already were. You were all but panting in anticipation. Just as you thought he was going to kiss you, his lips so close you could almost feel them on yours, your body was practically vibrating with anticipation, he moved his lips to your ear right before his lips would have made contact with yours.

“You better be ready baby, cause you never know when I’m gonna decide to,” His warm tongue reached out and licked the shell of your ear slightly, and a violent shiver rolled down your spine, landing in your core. “Show you just what the fuck I can do.”

And with that, he grabbed his bag and threw it over his shoulders. Strutting out of the room, leaving you breathless, and incredibly frustrated. The anticipation of his promise still fluttering around in your gut like a thousand butterflies. Dean never backs out on a challenge, and only God knew what you’d just signed up for.

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You stir up from your sleep because you felt like you couldn’t move your hands. The more you became awake, the more you realized your hands had been secured above your head by what felt like a rope or something. You opened your eyes, but still saw nothing, blindfolded.

Your breaths came in short spurts and you were on the verge of panicking when you heard the distinct husky chuckle that you would recognize if you were clinically dead.

Dean.

You thought he’d forgotten, it had been three days, and nothing, things just went on as they always did. Laundry catchup from the job, relaxing and recuperating, nothing more than the usual. Dean had walked all around you like nothing had even happened between the two of you when you got home from your last hunt.

It had been driving you nuts!

When you finally thought he was just blowing smoke up your ass and got into your bed tonight, you had no Idea you would wake up in your current predicament. The bastard was good, too good, and he hadn’t even really touched you aside from restraining you yet.

“Dean! Uncover my eyes!” you snarl in the direction of his voice, and he just chuckles again this time closer to you.

“Oh no Sweetheart, see lack of vision makes the experience more… extreme… It uh… heightens the other senses,” he said as he trailed his thick finger from the valley between your breast all the way down to your already dampening folds. Feather-light, barely touching at all, but it felt like a fire was ignited in his wake.

You felt him move next to you, leaning down in your ear, you feel his breath fan over your rapidly heating skin. You couldn’t help but shudder a little when his deep voice whispered right next to your ear.

“I’m going to ruin you tonight for all other men, make you mine. You will never be able to touch another man again, just me.”

You had to bite your lip to stop the moan from falling from them, the possessiveness in his tone going straight to your already aching core.

You heard Dean moving around the bed and you could hear the sound of his belt buckle clinging as he undid it, you listened as he stripped himself of his clothes, you couldn’t see anything, but your mind was painting you a damn fine picture.

You felt the bed dip and suddenly he was hovering over you. His warm breath fanning your face, his hands trailed gently down your side. Your breath hitched in your throat at the feeling when he bumped your thighs open and settled between them. You could feel his thick, and ready leaking length brush against your inner thigh. He felt huge, even though you couldn’t see him.

His lips meet your lips in a kiss that started out gentle, loving, then moved more demanding over yours. His tongue reaching out and running over your lower lip, asking for permission you gladly gave him. He moaned into your mouth as his tongue quickly dominated yours. His taste fills your mouth, invading your senses.

Whiskey, spearmint gum, and a hint of something that was just. Dean.

He was right about one thing. Everything seemed to be heightened, and your body was already responding to him even though he’d barely done anything more than just kiss you.

Moving down your jawline to your ear, then down to the pulse points of your neck nipping, sucking, leaving his mark on you. His tongue trailing over your skin. A soft moan fell from your lips. He trailed his kisses and nips down to your nipples, taking one in his mouth, sucking, pulling, swirling his tongue, and then moved to the other. Your body arched off the bed as close as it could to him, but he moved away, not giving you the friction you so desperately needed.

Moving back up to your lips he found yours again, kissing you heavily as his fingers trailed their way down to your breast playing with them in his strong hand, grinding his hips down to yours, running his thick length through your soaking folds, the tip brushing against your clit with each brush of his hips. Your breath was coming in pants, you pulled against your restraints, but it was no good. You wanted to run your fingers through his hair so bad, but you couldn’t.

Much to your surprise a warmth started to spread between your legs, and move it’s way up to your stomach, your body was hurtling towards its release under his touch. Your legs started shaking and just before you were thrown over the edge he got up, pulling his warm body completely away from you.

You whimpered loudly and felt his lips brush yours. “I’m gonna take care of you, Sweetheart, eventually.”

You were a panting sweating mess. If you could have punched him in his ridiculously gorgeous face you probably would have.

When you had finally regained control of your breathing he was on you again. Kissing your neck. Biting harder at the swells of your breast as he moved his way down your body. Licking the skin of your stomach, then kissing and licking his way down your inner thigh to your knee, before doing the same to the other leg. Hovering over your aching dripping cunt, his hot breath hitting you in waves.

Just when you thought he was going to go away again he licked a strip from your ass hole all the way up to your clit and back again.

You all but screamed at the surprising sensation, pulling on your restraints again, wishing you could pull that perfect spiky hair, hold his head right where you needed him most.

“You taste so fucking good sweetheart, just like I always imagined,” he said before bringing his mouth back to your core, licking, sucking, nipping, like a starving man having his last meal. Your hips bucked up on their own and he threw a strong arm over your hips, holding you where he wanted you.

When you thought you couldn’t take anymore he added two thick fingers into your clenching pussy, curling them inside of you to match the pace of his tongue. Your body jerked hard at the intrusion and his name fell from your lips in a needy moan that you didn’t even recognize. You were almost sobbing with pleasure, so damn close to the edge if he curled his fingers inside of you one more time you were going to be thrown over the edge.

Almost like he sensed your end as well he pulled away suddenly, stopping your release in its tracks right before it consumed you. You were so close, You made a strange noise somewhere between a strangled sob and a gulp of breath as he rubbed your sides with his calloused hands. Letting you know he was still there with you.

Leaning down in your ear again his voice pulled you back to reality. “Never, tell me, Sweetheart, that I can’t make you cum. It’s all I’ve wanted to do since we met each other. I can’t tell you the ways I’ve thought about how I’d do it. What you’d look like underneath me, what you’d feel like, falling apart with me deep inside of you.”

“Dean, please!! Please, Dean!” you begged him, all pride threw right out of the window. You needed him more than you needed oxygen right now.

“What baby?” he said, his fingers trailing down your body again. Playing with your breast, making your nipples stand on end before bringing his tongue down to circle each of them.

“Please Dean, I need you,” you begged him.

You felt the bed dip again as he positioned himself between your legs, running his thick length through your folds, gathering up your slick before seating himself inside you in one smooth thrust, all his teasing makes his entrance easy.

Both of you groaned as his cock stretched you almost painfully. Filling you up in a way you had never been before.

He gave you very little time to adjust to him before he was pounding into you, hitting that most sensitive spot deep inside of you at a ridiculously hard pace. You were caught somewhere between pain and pleasure as he pounded into you.

Incoherent words and sounds falling from your mouth as he pushed you again toward the edge again, your body already clenching around him as his pace got faster.

“Dean!” you begged him again.

You were right there, one more trust and you would be in pure bliss.

But again he stopped.

You were crying this time in earnest. You didn’t know how much more of his you could take. You heard his knife flick open next to you before your hands were released, and he brought them down next to you gently rubbing your shoulders and wrist where you had been bound. Your body felt like jello. His hands gently pulled the cover from your eyes, revealing him to you for the first time tonight.

His forest green eyes filled with more love and admiration than you ever expected to find there when he met yours. Bringing his lips down to yours again in a kiss full of fire and need as he entered your body again, slowly thrusting in and out of you, grinding deeply inside of you, deeper than you had felt him when he had you bound. His lips barely ever leaving yours as he drove you back to the edge again, his leaking tip hitting your cervix with each slow, deep thrust.

Your body was nearly shaking under this touch as he held you close to him and you clung to his shoulders, his eyes never leave you.

With one last deep thrust your walls clamped down around his throbbing length and he yells against your neck, spilling his seed deep inside of you as your body milked his.

Your orgasm was stronger than anything you’d ever had in your life, your vision momentarily going black as you completely lost control of your body. Wave upon wave of pleasure racking your you until you were pretty sure you blacked out completely.

Dean held you close to him as you came down from your highs together, panting like you’d both run a marathon.

Your body lay limp against his as he laid down on the bed again, disappearing only long enough to retrieve a damp rag, cleaning you up gently before cleaning up himself, then sliding in the bed next to you, pulling your exhausted body against his strong chest.

“I love you Y/N. I always have, and I always will. Even If until now I’ve been too stupid and scared to admit it.”

Looking up at him your lips meet again in a sweet kiss.

“I love you, Dean.”

For the first time, you felt whole, safe. More than you’d ever thought a hunter was allowed to feel.

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Strangers

Part 3 - Grand Illusion (S1E1+S1E2)

Nathan Young x Reader Words: 4k Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex and nudity, drugs Songs: Too Much On My Mind - The Kinks I Won’t Hurt You - The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band

“Where are you going, I don't mind I've killed my world and I've killed my time”

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You’re just about done changing, closing your locker and stepping away to zip up the front of your jumpsuit and fix your hair. It’s just you, Nathan, Curtis, and Simon remaining when Nathan whistles and motions for everyone to huddle up. “So…” he begins seriously, an emotion one does not typically expect from Nathan. “If anyone asks what happened yesterday, we say nothin’, right? It’s just a completely normal day.” You nod in agreement as he looks at each of you in turn. Having left the locker room, you are now all standing together to await whatever new probation worker was sent to replace Tony after his mysterious disappearance. You try to look as normal as possible, leaning casually against a pillar and definitely not making any sideways glances at your fellow young offenders. It‘s hard to resist the urge.

A woman walks up to stand before you all, she looks to be about in her early thirties and is dressed simply but well. Her hair is dark, long, and some of it is pulled away from her face. She’s pretty, but by all accounts, a remarkably normal person. You assume she’s the new probation worker, and you’re right. “Gary and my colleague Tony have both been reported missing. Their families are very worried about them. Have you seen anything unusual? Anything at all?” Nathan raises his eyebrows and holds up a finger to catch her attention. “You saw something?” she asks. You desperately want to stop this. Nathan has just told you, moments ago, that you should act like nothing happened yesterday, and yet here he is. He probably isn’t going to tell her the truth, you can’t imagine him ratting everyone out like that, but you can’t imagine him saying anything that would make the situation better, either. “A few days ago…” Kelly shakes her head slightly, trying to get him to stop, and you try to catch his eye to send him a harrowing gaze, but he just barrels on. “I go into the toilets, Tony and Gary were in there. They’re butt naked.” You breathe a sigh of relief that luckily sounded remarkably close to exasperation, which is probably because it was. “Tony has Gary by his hair, like this, an’ he’s just doin’ him, doggy style!” He starts to thrust and grunt, and you put a hand to your cheek, half over your mouth to suppress your involuntary grin. What he’s doing was disgusting, but oddly entertaining. It’s like watching a trainwreck. “And Tony is like ‘Aaagh! Who’s your daddy? I’m your daddy, I’m Big Daddy!’” It’s vulgar, honestly. Nathan gets really into it, making crude motions and grunts, chanting, “Oh yeah, oh yeah, ooooh yeah!” before calling out “I’m daddy cool!” Tony would have presumably finished then, because Nathan stops thrusting to put his hands on his hips and return to his normal posture. “So I’m guessing they’ve ran away to continue their illicit homosexual affair. And I ask you, in this world of intolerance and prejudice, who are we, who are we to condemn them?” He’s on point with the social justice, but now is decidedly not the right time, place, or circumstances. The probation worker says nothing and just walks away. You reach out and shove Nathan. “What the everloving fuck was that?” He gasps indignantly. “I was just trying to act normal!” “If that’s your idea of normal, then there’s somethin’ seriously wrong in your head,” Kelly scolds. “I thought we already knew that,” Curtis agrees, earning a giggle from Alisha. You all congregate on the roof, standing together, overlooking the lake and office buildings on its far side. Ah, the charming sights of Wertham, an army of identical fifteen-story grey blocks. Nathan takes a drag from his cigarette before smiling, “Well, I think we got away from it.” “Do you actually believe that, or are you just really dumb?” Curtis asks sarcastically, and you snicker. “I actually believe that!” Nathan insists. You had just laughed at him, but there’s something in Nathan’s earnest voice that makes you want to believe it, too. “I mean I was there, right? I should have one of these bullshit powers.” “You can have mine,’ Kelly gripes. “You want to hear what people are thinkin’ about you?” “Not so much, no. I want something good, you know? Something from the A-list.” “Maybe you can fly,” Simon offers quietly. Nathan’s face lights up. “He’s not going to be able to fly,” Alisha reasons. “Yeah, there’s always someone who can fly, check it out!” His confidence in this proposition seems inordinately inflated. “We don’t need you trying to jump off buildings like superman to test it,” you add, knowing full well that Nathan could and would. “Ah, I won’t!” He walks over to a nearby chair, far away from the roof’s ledge, and climbs up. “This has no chance of working, right?” You lean in to whisper to Kelly. “None,” she agrees. Nathan leaps into the air, raising his arms up hopefully, but he just falls to the ground like a sack of bricks, except with the addition of a nasty smack. “Ow! No, that’s not it,” he groans, picking himself up with a childish expression of annoyance on his face. “So what happens now? Is this it?” Curtis asks, turning to look at everyone. “Are we gonna be like this forever?” “What if we’re meant to be, like, superheroes?” Now, you really do want to include Simon more, he seems like a genuinely nice, if chronically shy, person, but his suggestions today are horribly lacking. “You lot, superheroes?” Nathan asks, sounding more jealous than anything. Kelly looked worryingly contemplative, and you’re bothered by how well the story seems to fit. “No offense, but in what kind of fucked up world would that be allowed to happen?” “This world is pretty fucked up,” you point out. “I did not sign up for that,” Alisha exclaims. “Superheroes!” Nathan continues with the thinly-veiled jealousy. “I love this guy, you prick!” “What if there’s loads of people like us all over town?” Kelly askes, and she has a point. It had been a pretty large storm, you couldn’t be the only people who had seen or experienced it, right? Are there other people going about their normal, daily lives discovering their powers right now? “No,” Nathan scoffs, cigarette smoke billowing from his nose. “That kind of thing only happens in America. This will fade away. I’m telling you, by this time next week, it’ll be back to the same old boring shit.” Needless to say, this would not prove to be at all true. Your task that day is picking up litter, each of you are given a large plastic bag and trash grabber before being set loose on the city, to collect trash with reckless abandon! In reality, you probably won’t even stray far from the community center. As you follow along the edge of the lake, Nathan continues to complain about his lack of a cool new superhero ability. “And what? Because you’re all special and I’m not? Yeah, well I doubt it. You can think what you like, but I have a ‘superpower’” he uses air quotes and says the word in a comically high-pitched valley-girl voice. “I just need to find out what it is.” “Maybe you’re just super retarded!” Alisha proclaims, and a cursory glance at the rest of the group would tell you she isn’t the only one growing annoyed at him. “Maybe I’ve got a whole Spiderman vibe going on, you know?” he continues unabashed. “Maybe I can climb stuff and do spider shit.” “Yeah, cuz that makes perfect sense,” Curtis cuts in. “Why would you be able to climb stuff?” “I don’t know!” Nathan calls back. “How is it that you can turn back time, apparently? And weird kid can turn invisible?” He pokes Simon in the back of the head with his grabber. “It’s not like this whole situation is backed up by a wank-load of logic.” Later in the morning, you’ve moved all the way from right outside the community center to a tunnel under a nearby bridge. It’s a disturbingly gross place, but its inordinate abundance of trash has led you there, calling to be picked up and sent away to landfill. Curtis peers curiously at something he’s picked up with his grabbers, some sort of melted hunk of plastic. But as he peers, he notices something tucked into a corner not that far away. Something that looks fleshy and pink and remarkably human. “What is that?” he asks, voice dripping with disgust. You scrunch up your nose and move in to get a closer look. “Oh, god…” you groan. It’s a human man, completely naked, lying face down on the pavement. You are suitably disgusted. “Is he breathin’?” Kelly asks. Alisha strides forward without much hesitation and pokes his bare ass with her grabber. “Hey, nude guy!” she calls. “You’re naked!” Your eyes widen and everyone, yourself included lets out cries of protest as he rolls over to reveal himself, full-frontal. It’s not a pretty sight. Simon snapps a photo, you’re not exactly sure why, but documentation seems to be his response to everything so far. “Good lord!” Curtis protests, turning away. “Oh my god!” Alisha laughs, finding it funny more than anything else. Kelly actually turns around completely to avoid seeing any more of it. Nathan’s jaw, however, drops. Realization spreads over both of their faces and Nathan points an accusatory finger at the naked man before crying out, “You?!” The man stands up as fast as he can and bolts, but Nathan is outraged. “Hey!” He tries running after the man, but it’s too late. “Do you want to tell us who that was?” Curtis questions through a chorus of laughter. “He’s my mum’s– He lives with my mum.” He eyes everyone defensively. Alisha chuckles before proclaiming matter-of-factly, “Your stepdad has got a massive cock.” You snicker, even though you don’t want to have to think about it much. It was quite a disturbing image, even more so now that you know he’s close to Nathan’s mum. But… it was true. “Jesus!” Nathan cries in objection. “And he’s not my stepdad, alright?” You hold up your arms in mock surrender, “I assure you, I’m completely ready to forget about that picture, it should be purged from my mind.” Alisha leans closer to you and Kelly, guffawing. “Did you see that thing? That was like monster big!” She locks eyes with Nathan and hisses as if in pain, lowering her voice suggestively. “Your mum will hurt.” “La, la, la! Shut up!” He closes his eyes and literally sticks his fingers in his ears to block out her nasty comments. “Why’s he naked?” Kelly asks, turning to Nathan for the answers he doesn’t have. He gapes, trying to piece it all together, but Alisha speaks up before he can be given the chance. “Well he’s obviously some kind of pervert. Or he’s gay.” You wince at the presumptive, nay, offensive comment, not exactly fond of how it perpetuates harmful stereotypes. Curtis scoffs at her remark, “That follows.” “Well, he was cruising for rough trade!” she explains indignantly. “They love that shit!” “Oh, a little light homophobia? Go for it!” You have to agree with Curtis’ sarcastic reply here for a multitude of reasons, one of which being because you highly doubt Natha’s stepdad is secretly gay. “Or he could be a rapist,” Kelly muses with far too much nonchalance. “There’s loads of ‘em ‘round here.” “Maybe he’s a werewolf,” Simon posits seriously. Everyone sort of sneers at the idea and Nathan certainly isn’t pleased, exclaiming, “Twat!” “It’s what happens in films,” Simon tries to elaborate, growing visibly more nervous by the second. “You turn into a werewolf, you kill someone, an’ then you wake up somewhere naked… Like a zoo.” “He’s not a werewolf, alright?” Nathan protests hotly, defensiveness creeping into the edges of his voice. With the recent storm and all these odd powers, it’s all too likely that Simon’s right, or at the very least eerily close. “This guy is such a pussy, he needs my mum to open jars for him. I’m sure if he was a werewolf, he’d be able to open a jar of peanut butter for himself!” “What happens if the storm messed him up?” Kelly interjects. “Yeah,” you add, agreeing with her not only because it does make some sense, but also because you really want to bother Nathan, “he’s probably only been a werewolf for two days.” “What do you mean probably?” Nathan proclaims. His growing look of disbelief is incredibly amusing. “Well, Alisha had a point…” You look away and raise your eyebrows to insinuate what you mean. “Oh, fuckin’ hell, y/n! You, of all people?” he gapes, and you try not to laugh at his expression. This is far more fun for you than it should be. “Thank you!” Alisha cries, feeling vindicated by your agreement. It isn’t fun to say, but she wasn’t wrong. “That’s bollocks, the storm didn’t do nothin’ to him,” Nathan insists, but it’s starting to sound more like he’s trying to convince himself than you. “What are the chances?” The question hangs uncomfortably in the air. No one answers, and Nathan ends up just rolling his eyes and scoffing before stalking off and getting back to work, picking up trash. You take a quick shower at the community center before heading home, feeling pretty grimy from searching for and collecting trash all day. Toweling off and gathering your things, you wonder if Nathan’s still around. He walked home with you the past few days and you really did enjoy his company. You decide to take a cursory look around, running into Sally in the process. “Oh, y/n, why’re you still here?” She’d looked to be pretty nice, so you’re surprised by the scrutinizing and cold tone you can hear creeping up behind her words. “I decided to shower before heading home,” you explain, trying to keep your voice as level as possible to allay suspicion. “Have you seen Nathan around?” “Yeah, he was by some vending machines a few minutes ago,” she tells you. “Okay, thanks! Have a good one.” You give her a small wave as you turn down a nearby hall, wondering why her smile doesn’t feel genuine. After about five minutes of searching, you enter a large common area with a raised loft in one corner. It’s there you find Nathan, sitting on the floor with arms resting on the railing and legs dangling over the edge. He’s surprised to see you, suddenly sitting up straighter and adopting the expression of someone caught in a nefarious act. “Oh, Nathan! There you are.” You approach him on the ground below, looking up with a smile. “Y/n!” He looks pleased, but notably apprehensive. “I was just wonderin’ if you wanted to walk home with me?” you ask, growing increasingly suspicious. “Uuuuh, well, I don’t know...” It’s then that you notice the duffel bag and mattress behind him. “Wait, why do you have a mattress? And a bag?” You start to piece together a few pieces of this puzzle. “I’ve only known you for three days, I don’t think we really need to know the intimate details of each other’s personal lives,” he stalls, leaning back to push the bag out of your view. But you aren’t about to give up that easy. “Screw that, what about being bonded by our shared traumatic experience?” You thought you were becoming friends with Nathan and don’t want to give that up so soon. And besides, you feel like you’ve known everyone in your service group for far longer than three days. It’s probably the superpowers and experience of burying your probation worker and fellow young offender together, but you want it to be more than that. Nathan gives in, “Alright, fine, come on up.” He patts the space beside him and you grin, turning to walk up the stairs and join him. Once up there, you have a better view of things. Not only is there a mattress, but also a pillow and blanket, and his half-unzipped bag, which appears to be full of clothes. You sit down next to him, dangling your legs over the edge beside his own. You don’t speak, allowing him to open up when he wants to. A few tense moments pass. “My mum kicked me out after our first day of community service,” he finally admits in a small, defeated voice. “I’m sorry, that sucks,” you murmur in response. While you’ve never actually been kicked out, you always felt that it was just about to happen, and you’ve used up all your chances with your dad and stepmum, once you move out, you know you’ll never be able to live with them again. He nods, “It does. I’ve been sleeping here.” “That’s why you were sneaking out of here yesterday morning,” you realize. “Yeah,” he chuckles, remembering how you caught him climbing out of a window. Then you recall what Nathan said when Tony was taking everyone’s phones. “Is that also why you were expecting a call from your mum?” He nods wordlessly. “Well, did she?” “No,” he shakes his head bitterly. “She’s cut me out.” “That’s bullshit,” you counter. Nathan turns to look at you, perplexed. “She doesn’t know what she’s missing out on.” His face lights up in a worrying surge of confidence. “Yeah! I mean look at me,” he holds his arms up in a strongman pose and grunts while trying to flex. You cannot for the life of you tell if he’s being serious, but he looks absolutely ridiculous, so you burst out laughing. “I don’t know what you’re laughing at,” he continues, unphased. “It’s pathetic!” you wheeze between laughs. He almost snickers, half a chortle making it through his poker-faced veneer. “This’s one’s smasher,” he nods to his left bicep and you snort. “This one’s basher,” he nods to his right bicep. It’s redundant to say that you devolve into a fit of hysterical laughter. “And this one…” he points to his crotch and you shake your head, already wheezing, “is The Destroyer!” That absolutely does it in for you, and Nathan can’t hold it in any longer either, he breaks down laughing with you. After a while, the laughter dies down and you’re simply sitting beside one another in amiable silence. Nathan jumps to his feet and holds out a hand to help you up. “Come on, I’ll walk you home.” “But what about…” you motion to all his stuff, but take his hand anyways and stand up. “I’ll walk back later. Now that you’ve become acquainted with where I live, I’d like to see your humble abode.” He grins and begins to walk down the stairs to the room’s main level. “Alright, but beware, my stepmum’s a bitch,” you warn, following after him. “Well, have you ever found her butt naked in a dark alleyway and come to the sudden and disturbing realization that she has gorgeous tits?” You cringe at the thought, “Can’t say that I have.” Nathan is curiously silent for a few moments. “Does she, though? I’m curious,” he muses with a cheeky grin. “Nathan!” you gasp, punching him in the shoulder. “Ow! Point taken! Why do you keep punching me?” he curses, glaring at you with playful indignance. You smile to yourself, pleased. “Because you deserve it and someone has to.” Together you walk to your house, entirely unsure and uneasy about what will happen next. You grow increasingly anxious as you approach your house. There isn’t really a nice side of Wertham, but your stepmom likes to think you live there anyways. She is wrong, suburban Wertham is just as grungy and seamy as the city itself, it just looks marginally more pleasant. Once you’re at the front door, you stop and turn to Nathan. “Okay, here’s the plan. We go in, we try to get upstairs as quickly as possible. If we see my stepmum, we stay civil and try to get away without offending her. Sound good?” You exhale a deep breath, unsure of whether you should be amping up or calming down. “Yeah, but why do we need a plan?” Nathan asks innocently. “You’ll see,” you explain, opening the door. You aren’t really sure what to expect, to be perfectly honest. Your stepmum barely even wants you there, so you never really push it by bringing home anyone else. In secondary school, the only people you had over were friends you’d made before she married your dad, and thus people she had no real control over your relationship with. But once she was in the picture, you suddenly preferred going over to other people’s houses rather than having them come to yours. Hopefully, things would be different now, with you being an at least semi-autonomous adult. But probably not. You lead Nathan inside the front hall, so far so good, and turn to go up the stairs when things go south. “Ah, ah, ah! Who’s this, y/n?” your stepmum stops you, rushing out from wherever she’d been to literally stand between you and the stairs. “Hullo!” Nathan perks up, smiling broadly and sticking out a hand. “I’m Nathan.” Ah, so when you said ‘civil,’ he’d heard ‘unnervingly polite.’ “He’s from community service,” you explain. She glances down at his hand with mild disgust, and so he drops it. “Well, I would appreciate it if you didn’t bring those people to his home,” she sneers with a fake smile. “I’m those people,” you point out. Talking back hadn’t been in the plan, but the plan was never going to work anyways. She casts a derisive glance between you and Nathan, “Evidently.” Your dad walks in, then, from the kitchen, holding a casserole between oven-mitted hands. “Oh, y/n! Are you gonna have dinner with the family?” his tone is cheerful, but the insinuation behind his words stings you. “No, I’m clearly not a part of this family,” you murmur, hoping someone will contradict you, but your dad just squirms and looks sort of uncomfortable. No one says anything, even Nathan remains gloriously silent. “Wow! Okay, so we’re going. Bye.” You grab Nathan’s hand and he lets you drag him away. Once outside, though, you drop it and stalk down the street, just trying to get away from your house. Tears prick at your eyes as you allow yourself to break down. It hurts. It hurts to not be included, even if you expected it. That woman had taken so much from you, had pushed you to become what you were and live the life you’d lived just because she expected it. There are people around you, of course, saying that you’re more than that, but when she looks at you like you’re nothing, you feel like nothing. Nathan follows after you, “Hey, y/n, where are we goin’?” “Away!” You call after him. He catches up to you soon after that, when you’re about a block away from your house, grabbing your arm to get you to stop. Neither of you say anything, but he sits down on the curb and motions for you to join him. You do. He puts his arm around your shoulder and you lean into him. He smells like cigarettes, bandaids, and sharpies, and you wonder why, but it distracts you, and so you revel in it. This is the closest you’ve ever been, and even though you’ve only known each other for three days now, you seem to fit perfectly there. Nathan leans his head in closer to you, “You know, if it makes you feel any better, she had really wack tits.” You laugh despite yourself, “It does, actually.” You smile and close your eyes, allowing yourself to become lost in the feeling of his arm around you and the smell of his clothes, which remind you of the community center and of him. You sit there for a few moments, in comfortable silence. “What’re you gonna do now?” he asks. “I’ll just sneak in through my window, the lock’s broken,” you murmur in a quiet voice. He nods but doesn’t move. Eventually, you say your goodbyes and sneak back into your respective living spaces, but for now, you remain in his arms. For now, you’re together.

#misfits #misfits tv #nathan #nathan misfits #nathan young #nathan young misfits #nathan young x reader #nathan young imagine

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justjessame · 3 years

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Starting Over Chapter 8

“How long does this dish usually take?” Bucky was glancing over my shoulder, under the open lid as I gave the contents a stir. He wasn’t being as careful as he had been, and his body was pressed against me, creating a slight malfunction in my brain functions.

“Um,” I closed my eyes and swallowed down a rush of hunger for more than chicken and dumplings. Think, Brooke, think. “Around a half an hour, I think.” It had been a long time since I’d helped my mom make it.

He hummed his understanding, his right hand moving to my waist. “The timer is still in the living room.” I nodded. “Let’s go set it.” His lips found the soft spot just behind my ear and I was thinking for a guy who hadn’t seen this type of action for over 80 years he had a great memory for the mechanics. Pulling me away from the stove, we were back in my living room and he picked up the little plastic owl and set it for thirty minutes.

“Now,” I bit my lip when he turned to face me. “What should we do for a half an hour?”

“WWSD?” I asked and he squinted at me. “What Would Steve Do?” He shook his head and reached for me. “What?” I teased, as he sat back in my seat on the sofa and pulled me down onto his lap. “Surely Steve wouldn’t do THIS.” My legs went on either side of his as naturally as anything and then his hands were carefully framing my face, our lips met and I stopped teasing, and stopped thinking about Steve Rogers. Captain America who?

My hands finally made up their minds, sliding into his hair to hold him tight and I sighed as his left hand, cooler than his right, slid down my back and teased at the skin that was bared as my shirt rose slightly from my position on his lap. I smiled into the kiss when he nipped at my bottom lip, happy that Bucky wasn’t going to be timid, and when our mouths broke free this time he was breathless, not as badly as me, but at least I knew he was affected. And it wasn’t only to get air this time.

Once Bucky got started, he was a man on a mission. His lips sliding along my jaw, teasing as he kissed, telling me how much he loved how I tasted and how much he wanted to taste more of me. He’d just found my pulse, which was pounding so hard I was almost certain that my neighbors could hear it, when the timer went off. He growled and I groaned.

I was panting, and he was still against my neck, holding me tight. Could he feel my pulse through my entire body? Because I sure as fuck felt like I could. I felt him swallow rather than heard it, and then a soft kiss, softer than we’d worked up to, and Bucky worked his way back to my mouth and face. A long, slow kiss - as if he NEEDED one more before he could let me go and then he pulled back to look into my eyes.

He brushed my hair out of my face, smiling at me. “Think dinner’s ready?” I chuckled, breathless.

“Probably,” I hoped I could stand up without falling over. I was throbbing it seemed, with need. Bucky was still holding me, his hands on my waist. “We should get up and check.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, but didn’t move. “If I wasn’t completely opposed to a visit from the fire department -” that got a real laugh from me.

“That would be a pretty horrible way to end an evening, Buck.” I got up off of his lap carefully and held out my hand. “Come on, let’s go see if I didn’t ruin dinner.”

He took my hand, but didn’t actually use it to get up, because that would be ridiculous. Instead, he linked our fingers and walked with me to the kitchen. “Not possible,” he shook his head with complete confidence in my cooking abilities. “Besides, we can always order in and kill the time until it gets here -” another twist of need hit me at the very idea and I almost hoped that dinner WAS ruined.

Dinner wasn’t ruined. In fact it was just as tasty as when Mom had made it. Bucky ate seconds, then thirds. We told stories about our families, and our friends. The times before, long before in his case, the Snap, and we got to know one another a little more.

“You ended up riding home in a freezer truck?” I was staring at him like he was crazy, because I was kind of thinking he might be. “Because of a girl?”

“She was cute,” he winked at me. “Delores.” He nodded as if the memory was a fun and normal one, which for a man his age, it might be.

“Wanna look her up?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest and sitting back. “I mean, she might still be available.”

Bucky licked his bottom lip after he took a drink and I was distracted for a moment. “Your eyes are green, Brooke, but jealousy isn’t a great look.” His teeth flashed and I tossed a napkin at him.

“I’m not jealous, I'm just not one to stand in the way of true love.” I stood up to gather up our dirty dishes so I could load the dishwasher. “I mean, any guy who’s willing to ride home in a freezer truck because he spent all his money trying to win a girl a silly bear, that sounds special.” I had my back to him and I should have remembered that he moved like smoke, but I was new to life around Bucky Barnes.

When I stood up from putting the dishes in the machine, he was there, pressed against my back, his hands sliding down my arms and I forgot what the hell I was teasing him about. “Dot’s dead, or she’s close to it.” The heat of his breath against my earlobe had me wishing for a drink, of what I wasn’t sure, but something to quench my thirst. “I want to kiss you again.” I nodded, that sounded fair.

I turned and our lips met, like magnets, and I sighed. That did it. That was what I was so thirsty for, the taste of him. I was off my feet and in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist and he had my back against the nearest wall. We were both smiling as the kiss deepened, his fingers growing bolder, teasing under the hem of my shirt, and mine tugging at his even as my legs worked against my progress.

It wasn’t fair, I realized, as Bucky’s hand rose higher, finding more of my skin to touch and tempt, and I was still running into problems with getting his skin bare.

“Do you need some help?” He murmured, pulling away as I groaned, fisting his shirt. My gaze met his and even as his fingers were teasing at the bottom curve of my bra covered breast, his eyes were twinkling with amusement.

Instead of my normal reaction, I kissed him, slower and more sensuously then he was expecting. His fingers stopped teasing my skin, and I unwrapped my legs from his waist and slid down the wall, forcing him to lean down to follow my mouth. Without my own damn trap, I pulled his shirt free, and slipped my fingers under the fabric, finally touching HIS skin. He sighed into my kiss and I swallowed it, fed it back, and let my fingers run a path higher.

Bucky was sharp ridges, and warmth. He pulled away from my mouth so he could stare into my eyes as my fingertips ran along his chest, under his shirt, skin on skin. Somehow more intimate than being completely bare before one another. When I reached his shoulders, running over both cliffs, his mouth met mine again, hands pulling me to him, holding me tight, while my hands were trapped under his shirt.

The next time we pulled apart, not far enough to really count, we were both breathing less than easily. “I -” Bucky was looking down at me like he was looking at something incredibly precious, and I felt incredibly precious because of it. “I have to go.” I knew he was thinking I wasn’t going to take it well, but he didn’t know about my nightmares, so -

“I thought you might,” I bit my lip and watched his gaze follow the movement. “I guess I can’t convince you that my guest room is a good alternative to the walk back to your apartment again, can I?”

He shook his head, his thumb finding its home brushing under my eye. “No, not yet.” I nodded. “I -” he was working out whether he wanted to tell me something, I was getting good at knowing the signs. “I have problems sleeping.”

I huffed out a breath. “Oh,” my thoughts went to the flashes that were waiting for me when I finally went to bed. “Yeah, I can understand that.” Bucky was studying me, scrutinizing actually. “Brooke?” I swallowed and waited. “Are you having problems -”

“I think anyone who went through what we did, the Snapped, I mean, have some residual side effects, Buck.” I shrugged him off.

He was looking at me like he wasn’t quite buying my bullshit, which was pretty apt, since I didn’t buy my bullshit either. “You said you tried group therapy?” Shit, me and my big fucking mouth.

I pulled away and unwound myself from his shirt. “Yeah, the ‘regular’ people all got shoved into it, right after.” I moved to the stove to put the leftovers in Tupperware. “Do you want to take some of this with you? It’s not bad for breakfast - well lunch?”

“Brooke?” I sighed. “Come on, I told you about mine.” He had, and to be fair, his was arguably more fucked up.

I turned to face him, and of course he was closer than I expected. “Don’t make me put a bell on you, Bucky Barnes.” He smirked and I rolled my eyes. “I went to group therapy,” I took a deep breath and took a great interest in my socks. “Everyone wanted to talk about how great it was to be back, even though they all didn’t realize they were gone.” Weirdest shit that I’d ever heard. “We all look the SAME, Bucky. Exactly the same as the day we poofed. And everyone who didn’t looks different.” Or they’re gone, like Mom and Dad. “I sat there, listening to thirty people talk about the Utopia of coming home, but no one talked about where we were. And I realized no one knew where we were, no one saw or felt anything when they were gone.”

“Because we were gone, Brooke,” Bucky was waiting, his gaze just locked and loaded when I looked up. “Just gone.”

“No,” I shook my head. “We were SOMEWHERE, Bucky, because I remember parts of it.” He was staring at me and I sighed. “OK, that’s a stretch, I have nightmares. Or, maybe that’s not the right word either. I have flashes. Colors that I can’t name, then these horrible feelings. Impressions of pain and suffering and terror. And I wake up gasping and screaming every single day.” My eyes were burning and I felt like I unloaded the worst secret that I’d ever had.

Instead of calling me crazy and running away, Bucky pulled me to him and held me while I cried. And I wasn’t entirely sure why I was crying, if it was because I finally told someone, or if I was finally grieving the loss of my family and my life from before, but he held me and told me that he was there that I wasn’t alone. Not now.

#bucky barnes/oc #the falcon and the winter soldier #alternate universe #slow burn #fluff #humor #angst

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idnek83 · 3 years

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Aid - Chapter 2/13

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Soda Kazuichi/Tanaka Gundham

Tags: Alternate Universe - Island Mode, No Game Spoilers, Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Grinding, Wet Dreams, Anal Fingering, Friends With Benefits, Getting Together, Internalized Homophobia, Anal Sex

Summary: Everyone is hot and half naked because of their beach vacation. Soda is horny and tries to do something about it. Gundham tries to help and does. It all gets a little out of hand.

Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

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This Chapter: Soda isn't really sure where he stands with Gundham right now, but he's not going to worry about it. The boys bond over hamsters.

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All in all, things had been way less awkward than Soda thought they would be.

After catching his breath and cleaning up the mess Soda had made on his stomach, Gundham simply left the beach house, stating that he needed to “construct fortifications worthy of The Four Dark Devas of Destruction,” grabbing a bucket and small plastic shovel on his way out of the storage room.

Soda had given himself a moment to think about how weird, and maybe slightly cute, Gundham was for making his hamsters a sandcastle, before leaving out the back door of the beach house.

After that he didn’t see Gundham again until dinner, where he took the seat beside Soda silently and began to eat his meal.

This caught Hajime’s attention, and when he asked about it Gundham spoke up for the first time that meal.

“Kazuichi has elected to ally his body with mine on my dark crusade through this mortal realm. Is it so unnatural that I deign to be near those who I consider my confidants?”

‘Ally his body with mine’? Did Gundham actually just admit to everyone that they had… we’ll they didn’t really fuck, but they had gotten each other off and that was still super awkward to just announce in the middle of a group dinner.

“Oh, so you two are buddies now then?” Akane offered through a mouthful of meat.

Sonia, who seemed to have the uncanny ability to perfectly understand what Gundham was saying at least 50% of the time, narrowed her beautiful eyes and raised a perfectly shaped brow, her gaze shifting between the two of them.

“Uh, yeah. Haha, you got a problem with us being bros, Hajime? Promise I’ll always make time for my soul buddy, so ya don’t gotta be jealous.” Soda forced an exaggerated laugh to try to hide how nervous he felt under Sonia’s stunning gaze. “So, uh, anyways, Hajime, who ended up winning that game of chicken?”

With the topic safely changed the rest of the dinner was pretty unremarkable, aside from Soda constantly replaying what Gundham had said in his mind, and trying to figure out just what exactly the fuck he had meant. It had to be just weird Gundham speak for ‘we’re bros now’ right? There’s no way he would just come out and tell everyone they got each other off, even in his weird cryptic way of speaking, right?

Everyone ended up just heading back to their cabins after dinner, and Soda found himself sleeping better than he had since they arrived on the island.

When they met up for breakfast the next day Gundham sat next to him again, bantering with their classmates in the same strange way he usually did, no strange maybe-confessions of hooking up to be heard. Soda relaxed and let himself join the conversation like normal.

The rest of the day passed without note, Soda spent most of it fiddling with various knickknacks he had found around the island and wishing he could have brough his bike to work on instead. When dinner rolled around Gundham once again took his seat beside Soda, and he accepted that this was just the way it was gonna be from now on.

Except that now he’s been sitting in the hotel restaurant for like 20 minutes, having finished his breakfast a while ago, and the seat beside him is still empty.

Where the hell was Gundham?

Well whatever, dude can do what he wants, it’s not like they made a promise to eat together or anything.

Soda picked up his plate and took it over to the kitchen to be washed later. When he turned around Gundham was behind him.

“Shit!” Soda jumped back before calming down a bit “D-don’t fucking do that man, you scared me.”

“Apologies, my companion. I did not mean to frighten you, it had slipped my mind just how dulled mortals’ senses are. I will be sure to alert you of my presence next time.”

Soda rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed by how startled he had been. “Whatever dude. Where were you anyways? You missed breakfast.” Right when he had just gotten used to him being there too.

“Ah, I must apologize again.” Gundham actually bowed slightly this time. “I was cleansing impurities from the lairs of my Dark Devas, and it would appear that I fell prey to some fiendish time anomaly.”

Cleaning his hamster cages and lost track of time, got it.

Gundham stood upright again. “However, now that the Devas’ lairs have been properly cleansed, it would be safe for a mortal such as yourself to lay eyes on them.”

Gundham seemed to be waiting for Soda to say something. Oh, was that his way of inviting him to check out his hamster cages? Soda didn’t really know a lot about caring for hamsters, so he wouldn’t mind going back to Gundham’s room and-

Oh.

Gundham’s room.

Shit was Gundham propositioning him? It was still pretty early, but maybe Gundham was more of a morning guy when it came to getting off. Ok, yeah, he could work with that.

Soda could feel himself blushing. “S-sure.”

Gundham simply raised an eyebrow.

Right he didn’t actually ask Soda to come ‘look at his hamster cages,’ he just heavily implied that Soda should ask him if he could ‘look at his hamster cages.’

“Right, I mean, if it’s safe and whatever do you think I could take a look at your ham- uh, Devas’ lairs?”

“If that is your wish, I will accompany you their lairs once I have found sustenance.”

Right, you shouldn’t bone on an empty stomach. That’s probably a thing people say, right?

“Cool, I’ll just, uh, be in my room then. So just come get me once your… sustained?” Look, he was trying alright?

Gundham spared him a nod before moving to find his own breakfast. Then Soda left the hotel to go sit in his room like a dumbass who definitely should have just stayed in the hotel cus what the fuck was he gonna do in his room for the like 10 minute it would take Gundham to eat?

He entered his cabin and flopped onto his bed. Should he like, put on sexy underwear or something? Did he own sexy underwear? All his boxers fit him pretty much the same, and even if they were slightly different, they were all covered in similar random splashes of neon colors, so none of them really seemed any sexier than the others.

What the fuck were you supposed to do while waiting for a hookup? He couldn’t, like, get things started on his own cus he still had to walk over to Gundham’s cabin and he wasn’t gonna risk getting caught with a hard-on again. He wasn’t sure if he had enough time to shower either… not that it’d really matter since he’d just be getting all hot and sweaty again soon anyways...

Nope, can’t think about that right now, still have to make that walk.

Soda stood and walked over to the mirror in the bathroom. He combed out his hair with his fingers, fiddled with his braid, and checked his teeth for food. Great, he had killed like 30 seconds.

Why was he so nervous damnit! They had already seen each other naked, hell he had Gundham’s dick in his mouth! He swallowed his cum! There was nothing to be nervous about!

Unless… what if Gundham wanted more this time? Soda hadn’t really thought too much about actual sex with a dude yet. Like, what exactly would Gundham expect him to do? Would he be into it if Gundham put his dick in his-

There was a knock at the door and Soda jumped.

Shit, no more time to think about it.

Soda opened the door, kinda hoping it wasn’t actually Gundham who had knocked, but there he was, in all his weird, handsome glory.

“H-hey.” It would be rude to back out now, right? Like they had that whole pact thing Gundham had mentioned so…

“I have reconstituted this mortal shell, so let us make haste. The Devas have granted you access to their lairs, Kazuichi, it would not do to make them wait.” Gundham turned and walked away.

Ok, shit, he could do this, he’d be fine. He didn’t even actually know if Gundham was gonna try to fuck him, like, they were probably just gonna mess around again, right?

Soda took a deep breath, slowly exhaled and followed Gundham to his cabin.

Once inside Soda made sure to lock the door behind himself. He needed a moment, so he pressed his head against the solid wood of the door and took another deep breath.

“Are you unwell, my companion?” Ok yeah, Gundham was gonna notice that and he was dumb for not realising it.

“I’m good, just-“

Gundham was behind him when he turned, like, right behind him. The sheer closeness of him made Soda blush, and he couldn’t manage to look Gundham in the eye. However, Gundham apparently wasn’t going to let him hide.

Soda felt Gundham place his finger below his chin, and gently lift his head so he could see his face. God, he thought they were close before, but having their faces, their mouths, so near each other made the distance feel unbelievably smaller somehow. Soda didn’t know what to do, his eyes were locked on the mismatched set currently examining his own face and he was frozen.

He felt Gundham shift, bringing his other hand up towards his face as well, and Soda couldn’t help but close his eyes, not certain what was about to happen, but anticipating it anyway.

The press of lips against his-

Gundham placed his hand on Soda’s forehead and hummed, shaking him out of whatever the hell he was imagining.

“You feel quite warm. Are you certain you are not unwell? I am positive the Devas will grant you access another time if you are not yet ready for their splendor.”

Was he ready?

“No, really I’m fine. I’m just, uh, excited I guess?” Might as well just get it over with, at least figure out what exactly Gundham wants from him before he freaks out about it. “So maybe we can just like… get right to it?”

“Such enthusiasm” Gundham’s voice was low, approving, and still so damn close that Soda could swear he felt it vibrate through his body. “Very well then.”

Gundham stepped backwards and gestured grandly to the room “Behold!”

Soda was still reeling from the tonal whiplash his own stupid thoughts were giving him, so the dumbfound look on his face, as he surveyed the colorful sprawling tubes winding their way across the floor, into a large cage and back out the top of it, was genuine.

“Impressive, is it not? The Four Dark Devas of Destruction demand not but the best in all things. This lair may be but a fragment of their true dwelling, but it is still magnificent! Do you not agree?”

Soda continued to stare at the strange structure before him, he was literally speechless.

Wait so, when Gundham asked him to come look at his hamster cages… he had actually just meant he wanted him to look at his hamster cages?

“Ha! It seems your mortal mind was not yet ready to behold such a marvel! Fear not, my dear companion, the Devas power shall not harm you while I am here! Should you still feel overwhelmed, however, you need only let me know and I will return you to your own domain swiftly.”

Gundham crossed his arms and hid the bottom half of his face in his scarf. It looked like he was starting to get embarrassed by Soda’s continued silence. Shit, he didn’t want him to think he thought it was dumb or something, time to tell his confused dick to shut up, and get his equally confused brain to start making words.

“Oh, sorry dude. I was just, um, super surprised! I mean, this stuff takes up like half your room. You must be really dedicated to taking care of your, uh, Devas if you’re willing to give up so much space for them. Like, damn dude.”

As Soda spoke, he watched as Gundham practically inflate with pride again. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t happy to see it.

“Well of course, a proper environment is important to all creatures, both large and small, but I do not consider the lost space a determent to my own domain, rather-“

Gundham began to monologue about the importance of varied and enriching environments, before delving deeply into different aspects of proper hamster care. Soda couldn’t really keep up, but he was enjoying watching Gundham talk so animatedly about something he was obviously passionate about. As Gundham talked, Soda crouched down and began to examine the tubes up close. They didn’t exactly look like they were hard to connect, but the thought of Gundham painstakingly placing them, ensuring they were properly connected so his hamsters didn’t escape or get hurt, made him smile and feel a warmth in his chest completely different from what he had felt earlier.

Gundham crouched down beside him, pausing his monologue, and immediately a hamster skittered through the tubes and stopped in front of them, as if summoned. Soda looked from the hamster to Gundham, and made sure to commit the soft smile that appeared on Gundham’s face to memory.

“Ah, Jum-P, you appear to be at full strength once again.” Gundham gently disconnected a section of the tube and allowed the hamster to crawl into his hand, before carefully reconnecting the tunnel.

“Full strength? Was he sick?”

“Jum-P was waging war with an unidentified demon late into the night. By this morning, the demon had been banished, but Jum-P was left weakened by the battle, I… was worried the battle may have been to fierce.” Gundham’s face was sober as he spoke, he was carefully examining the hamster in his hand at the same time, probably checking for any signs of remaining illness or injury.

Oh, so that was why Gundham had missed breakfast, he must have been up pretty late taking care of his hamster. In fact-

“Gundham, did you… did you get any sleep last night?” Now that he was looking, there were definitely dark circles under Gundham’s eyes. Gundham did not look away from the hamster.

“I could not rest while one of my Devas fought such a fierce battle. Though, I fear there was little I could do without knowing the true identity of the demon.” Gundham looked sad as he began to pet the hamster. “I apologize, Jum-P, I was unable to assist you in your time of need. I have failed as your guardian.” God, he had never seen Gundham look so miserable before.

“I’m sure that’s not true…” Gundham raised his miserable gaze to Soda “I-I mean, even if you couldn’t, um, fight the demon for him, I’m sure just having you there helped, right? Animals are supposed to be sensitive to that kinda stuff, aren’t they? I’m sure he knew you were there worrying about him and it, like, helped him fight better!” He was having a hard time sticking to Gundham’s battle metaphor, but he looked a bit less miserable, so Soda kept talking. “Sometimes all you really need is someone there to support you right? Everything’s a little less scary that way, so I’m sure you helped Jum-P more than you know! Uh, right?”

Gundham smiled softly again, this time while looking at Soda, and he was pretty sure he was going to die any second from how goddamn handsome this man was. When Gundham looked back at his hamster Soda was both relieved and disappointed.

“I have misjudged you, my dear companion, it appears you possess great wisdom, incongruous with your outward appearance. I thank you for your words, friend.”

“Hell yeah I’m wise, and don’t you forget it!” Soda was pretty sure Gundham had said he looked dumb somewhere in there, but whatever, he’d let it slide for now.

“Would you like to hold him?” Gundham extended the hand holding Jum-P towards Soda. The hamster was tiny, and had apparently just recovered from some disease, Soda was a little worried about hurting it by accident, but if Gundham trusted him…

“Can I? I mean is Jum-P cool with letting a mortal like me hold him? What if I, y’know, accidently hurt him or something?”

“You require great dexterity while attending to your constructs do you not? I trust your hands to be capable of managing Jum-P, he is the most tranquil of my Devas. However, if you are nervous, I will lend you my aid.” Soda blushed at the word, and he couldn’t be sure, but he thought Gundham did as well. “Hold your hands like so.” Gundham cupped both his hands together, creating a sort of bowl for the hamster to rest in.

Soda copied him, and Gundham placed the hand not occupied by Jum-P below Soda’s, supporting them as he gently placed the hamster into Soda’s palms, petting him lightly after he let go. Jum-P felt warm and ridiculously fragile in his hands, and Soda immediately began to panic. He was absolutely going to hurt this hamster somehow and Gundham was going to hate him.

“Relax.” There was that low voice again, so close, and this time Soda was certain he felt it reverberate through his body. He took a deep breath and focused on keeping his hands steady as the hamster sniffed his palms.

“Do I stink or something?” Soda let out a nervous laugh.

“Your scent is quite pleasant, Jum-P is simply familiarizing himself with it.” Gundham once again began to pet the hamster in Soda’s hands, still supporting them from below with his own.

Soda flicked his eyes up to Gundham’s face, and there was that stupid soft smile again. Soda suddenly became aware of their position. They were basically holding hands around the hamster, sitting with their knees touching and their heads bent together, foreheads no more than an inch apart. Had Gundham just said he smelled nice? He felt that weird warmth from earlier again, the one that had nothing to do with his dick and sat heavy in his chest. He swallowed and looked back down at the hamster.

“Oh! Is he asleep?” The hamster had curled up in his palms and looked to be breathing peacefully.

“Yes, it would appear Jum-P has deemed you worthy of his trust. You should be honored.”

“Oh, thanks little dude.” He giggled a bit “So do we have to sit here like this until he wakes up, or?”

Soda was enjoying himself, but his knees were starting to hurt, and he had no idea how long hamsters slept for…

“That will not be necessary, Jum-P is a sound sleeper, he will not be disturbed by being relocated to his lair. Would you like to do it, or shall I?”

Soda was pretty flattered that Gundham would trust him enough to carry the hamster across the room the cage, but he didn’t trust himself not to trip over one of the hamster tubes on the way.

“You should probably do it, I’m still pretty worried about dropping him.”

“Very well.” Gundham scooped the hamster from his palms, and Soda had to admit he kinda missed the feeling of its furry little body in his hands.

Almost as much as he missed the feeling of Gundham’s hand on his.

He wasn’t really ready to think about what that meant just yet.

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