#my game always does that when i try to use the roommate system it never works right đ©
It seems like the encouragement from Lou really paid off! Marissa got a new job in the business career. After being the one to run her and Dani's former nectar business, she realized she wanted to go into that kind of work full time.
Although that does mean that she'll be moving out (yaaaaay!!) and leaving Lou to herself once again.
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After reading @kira-serialfaggot 's post about inaccessible menus and @butterfly-sapphire post about non-customizable menus figured I now had sufficient excuse to rant about how I hate how every big restaurant's ""solution"" to these two problems is somehow always the worst fucking app I've ever had to use in my life.
So, to clarify real quick. I agree with both previous posts. Places that serve food should have their menu easily accessible somewhere if they have an online presence, and places that let you customize your order need to have that as a feature of any digital ordering solution they implement. Good? Good.
So, a lot of places I've seen (Wendys, Taco Bell, and McDonald to name a few) Have tried to get around how fucking horrible the DD app itself is by making their own apps with DD integration for the actual ordering/serving of delivery orders. Great, this lets them provide their own menu customization options, serve discounts/coupons, and generally have more control over the user experience. Fantastic. As a bonus, this usually also allows you to just look at the menu whenever you want.
Small issue. All of these apps were written by the worst fucking programmers I have ever witnessed in my life. I havn't gotten angry enough to de-compile or try to reverse engineer one yet, but my user experience has been so consistently bad and I've encountered issues that, as a software engineer, I honestly could not tell you how fucked their system has to be in order to allow that to happen.
Allow me to tell you the worst of these. I'm trying to order delivery from a store. It's late, like 7pm, but I know the place is open till 10. I can confirm this on their website (I do later for reasons that will become apparent) and google maps. So I punch in my address, make my order, and go to checkout.
Unfortunately, the app tells me "Your payment method failed. Please select a new method and try again". Which was odd, but not unimaginable. I've had issues with my bank in the past. So I swap cards and try again, thinking nothing of it.
Except, my other card doesn't work either. Nor does using PayPal, or Google Pay, or any of the other payment options I tried. I'm getting desperate. I buy some games on steam just to make sure some of these are working, which they are. I was worried, but now that I've confirmed all my money hasn't been siphoned away somehow, I'm just confused and getting annoyed.
So I start going insane. I buy digital gift cards from several different sites and try using them. No dice, payment failed. I try using the website instead of the app, on my phone and PC. Payment failed. I boot up an android studio instance with a brand new virtual phone, install the app on it, and try to order. Again. Payment failed.
I'm starting to wonder if their servers are just completely down. A friend in a different state can order with no problems. A friend in the same town can order with no fanfare.
But my roommates can't. They have the same issue
Payment failed.
So. I'm going insane. I've now spent almost 3 hours attempting to order food, and I'm starving. It is at this point that my anger finally overcomes my social anxiety, and I do the one thing I never thought I'd do.
I call the store in question.
Now, in all of this there was one crucial mistake I made. See, that friend in the same town? Lived on the other side of town. And there's 2 different stores of this franchise in town. We didn't control for this, because the app doesn't let you pick a store anyways when doing delivery. It's hard locked to whatever one is closest, which isn't a terrible thing to do. You need to get the delivery address anyways, and you know where all your store are, so it cuts out a step for me. But having to choose a store might've clued us in to what was going wrong.
Because the store? Was closed.
Not just closed, like mega closed. It was being shut down. It hadn't been open for two weeks, and would never be open again. The order was failing because they'd already taken all the computer systems out, and it couldn't confirm to have received the order.
So there was nothing wrong with the payment. Literally nothing I could have done about this. I am just barred completely from ordering because the app defaults to the nearest location for orders, and my nearest location didn't exist anymore.
And you'd think that there would be some way to communicate this to the user when making the app. But for reasons I can only assume are profit motivated (Though I have no idea how the fuck this is more efficient/profitable), the app just defaults to saying the payment failed.
Now, I wouldn't be this mad if this was just "oops edge case lol" where I suffered the unfortunate consequences of some procrastinator forgetting to do the thing that removes stores from the database. Unfortunate but not really anyone I can blame for it. But no. This is just the most extreme example, and it's not even confined to the one app.
Almost every single app like this I've used defaults to saying the payment failed and to try a new payment method when anything goes wrong. No drivers out on DoorDash to actually move the order? Payment failed. You're trying to order a seasonal item that got dropped today? Payment failed. The companies servers actually are down? Payment failed. You're not connected to wi-fi like an idiot and there's actually something you can do to fix the issue that's not related to payment whatsoever? Payment failed.
What the fuck is up with this lazy ass programming? I seriously doubt there's enough technical debt from these apps to justify not having a robust error catching system that communicates with the user what the issue is. By the fucking stars these people love collecting intrusive data, I'm surprised they havn't used this as an excuse to harvest everyone's fucking location at all times and send "error data" back to central.
But just don't tell me my debit card was declined when I'm trying to order a burger and you closed that store two weeks ago.
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Welcome to a second Monday post in a row. Am I back on that Monday grind? No. But itâs funny that it happened twice. Anyway, ya girl is ill again. Yup, itâs my throat again - but just a common cold this time. Being a teacher for less than a month and they already got me. So sick of this. The weather sucks too and I donât know what to do anymore. I hope it passes soon despite me having to go to work tomorrow anyway.
I hope you missed my Sim girls!! Since Serafin became a teen, these tree eventually became young adults and went to university!! All roads lead to UBrite, it seems. And thatâs pretty cool because I love this uni!! Iâm telling you, the high school pack was such a hot mess, a literal steaming garbage, I just had to play with Discover University to feel better. I even renovated one of the dorms for the first time - it was the cutest, and I limited myself to BG and Uni too!! It has 7 beds now instead of 4 because I thought such a big house should feel more lively, and I also wanted more roommates than just one so my girls actually have a taste of social life at uni. I think itâs adorable.
I picked the degrees that would later let my girls pick the jobs I thought suit them the most. Blanka studies History - a degree Iâve never picked before. Debora and Gizela chose Communications. Normally Gizela copies everything Blanka does but the job afterwards didnât suit her, so I let her catch a break this one time. The required skills and their initial schedules are similar enough, though, so itâs all good. To be fair, Gizela might need this time with Debora - to realise she doesnât have to be so jealous of Blanka all the time like when they were children; this is why I let them share the room. Meanwhile, Blanka got a room with some random guy with depression. Man, this takes me back...
Yâall, I cannot stress enough how much I missed playing with uni. The last time I did it, it was Andrea Doria getting her Biology degree, so laidback and relaxed. Itâs embarrassing to say but this is actually my first time using the dorming system. Iâve never wanted to leave the houses before but this time is a special time for me - and Iâm having so much fun!! Darby the Dragon, my beloved ( â©ÂŽÍ á `Íâ©) I also like that the roommates can change with each semester - I imagine that some pass, some fail, some actually finish uni because they started earlier. Itâs a relatively small thing but it matters to me a lot!!
So, thatâs pretty much it for now. The housing seems sweet, the roommates are friendly, the classes arenât the hardest (though you always have to work hard to be the best). Blanka loves to challenge everyone to a ping-pong game - she hasnât won a single match yet. It seems this is all for now. I only played through the first semester, and I take 3 classes per semester so we still have 3 more semesters to go. Iâll try to make the most of their time on campus, so look forward the next post!! See you around ( Ë ÂłË(âĄâżâĄË¶)
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January 17th, 2024
Alexa from the future note: I originally wrote this on the day, but I made the fools mistake of attempting to post it from my tablet without first saving a draft. I will (hopefully) never make this mistake again because it made me so angry that I did not post the last 19 days worth of art. My disgust has lessened and so now I'm back, but because of this many of my writings are now being done days or weeks after the day. Blame the Tumblr mobile app.
Today I had a meeting with my supervisor, and as usual, I was a little bit late. Whoops. I woke up late (shocker) but not late enough to be late late, just rushed. I then skipped breakfast because the turkish roommate was in the kitchen with her friends and I didn't really feel like talking with her this morning (I find her a bit annoying because she's very clearly 18, and very sheltered. This is her first time living away from home but she lacks some basic life skills. She treats me like a parent and asks me for permission to do things. Additionally, she keeps trying to talk to me about how actually it's okay to be racist to Arabs, so I try and limit my conversations with her).
There's train strikes, and the trains are more expensive anyway so I took the bus. Unfortunately, I fell asleep on the bus and missed my stop, meaning I had to walk a little longer than I had budgeted. I should really start taking the bus before the last possible bus I can take before being late, but alas plans always seem more tangible in dreams than reality.
Anyway, I make it to the meeting and we talk. I managed to hold my own in the conversation and he complimented me on understanding the material because most students don't. The only reasons this is true is because (1) my undergraduate thesis was on distributed vs centralised sub-second timing models and my undergraduate supervisor is an angel who explained everything to me on brightly coloured sticky notes (2) I am incredibly smart and talented (3) I am incredibly good at appearing to be smart and talented and (4) he talks a lot and doesn't really allow you the chance to speak.
He does it in this very German way where he's very calm and soft, but he has this gravity around him where you wouldn't dare interrupt. I feel like every conversation I have with him is a game of chess. This time, I managed to make a really good move though, because at the end of our meeting, I pointed out a flaw in his theory and asked how he accounted for it. Tee hee.
After my bachelor's thesis, I currently feel that the brain uses a combination of centralised and distributed systems to accomplish the experience of time. I cannot in good faith support a purely centralised model of timing when there is adequate evidence supporting differential processing of timing information from different sensory modalities. This motherfucker has based his entire work off of a centralised timing hypothesis. It's what I'll be working on for this thesis, but oh ho ho if I won't have some stuff to write about in my discussion.
At the end of the meeting, a girl came in who's doing her thesis on the project that I'm doing my independent elective on, so we'll be working together. She seems kinda quiet and shy, but hopefully, we'll be besties by the time this is all over. She's from Greece, but also did her bachelors in the UK (in England though, so boo).
When I left I decided to take the train for god knows what reason. Like I said, there are strikes so there's no direct route at the moment. This means going to Heerlen and then changing trains at the station. However, for the 2nd time since moving here I took the wrong fucking train! It comes very close to when the train I am supposed to take will come, and the screens that show the route and the train number were broken.
Much like the first time this happened, I didn't notice until I got pretty far north. At least this time I knew what to do and got out at the next station to begin working my way back. It had begun snowing very heavily earlier in the day and there was only more coming, so I sat on a bench in the station and cursed myself while I watched my fingers slowly turn blue.
At one point, a train came and I watched it wishing that it was the one I was supposed to take and not the one in 15 minutes. On the side, it had the words 'Pink Pop' written on it. I have no answers for why, because nothing on the train was pink and when I googled it nothing came up. The thing I'm choosing to believe is that is the train's name. First name Pink, last name Pop. I stared at Pink Pop until it pulled out of the station.
Eventually, I made it back, and I had to rush home to get to my therapy appointment on time. I had made another stupid decision today (wearing Mary Janes instead of snow boots because I assumed that the snow wouldn't stick) so when I got back to my apartment, my feet were soaking wet and freezing. Only 3 minutes late, I joined the therapy session, frantically eating a granola bar I had saved from my flight in the first 30 seconds of the call. After that was done, I had my first real meal of the day. Hooray!
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The Daedric princes as roomates
Thank you so much to @the-drunken-huntsman for all their help with these headcanons! For those of you who want to know, Sanguine is at the very end, I saved my favorite for last.Â
Clavicus Vile: Annoying ass roommate who does not clean up after himself and lets his dog do whatever the fuck it wants. He leaves dishes fucking everywhere and lets his dog lick his plate when he finishes a meal only to leave said plate on the coffee table in the living room. Has all the best gaming systems tho letâs be real, and he is willing to share them and leave them in the common space. Also, Barbas is a good boy.
Malacath: Gym bro roommate. If you are trying to get stronger or bulk up or whatever then sure heâs a great roommate but he is always kinda sweaty. Has anger issues. Leaves workout equipment everywhere? Have fun stubbing your toes on his 100-pound hand weights. Makes disgusting protein shake concoctions at 5 in the fucking morning with his loud ass blender. Lowkey is not a great cook tho so if he makes u a meal you best be eating it. Would beat up anyone you needed beat up no questions asked.
Hermaeus mora: Such a fucking know it all. The âum ACKTUALLYâ guy every time you say anything. Points out any tiny inaccuracy in movies like its his job its literally painful. Hes taking like 8 classes and acing every single one. Remembers everything you have ever said fucking ever and will use it against you. He will however do your taxes and calculate the bills and stuff. Honestly probably makes u a budget. Also, has the textbooks you need for class in pristine condition just like chilling on his bookshelf? Lets you use them but if you crinkle even ONE PAGE he will be pissed.Â
Hircine: lowkey redneck. 100% has a taxidermy deer head he wants to hang in the common room, also a hunting rifle. He just like has it around. He is a furry and has a fursuit. Pretty chill roommate if we are being honest? Thereâs a lot of raw meat in your fridge/freezer tho. I hope you're not vegetarian because he will make fun of you. if youâre not he makes really good steak as long as you like it rare. Also wakes up at the ass crack of dawn and try as he might, is not very quiet. REALLY COMPETITIVE, do not make bets/play video games/card games, etc. he will crush you and be really annoying about it.Â
Azura: Azura is the crystals and astrology roommate who calls herself a plant mom but can only keep succulents alive. She's really proud if her one rose bush she's had for a while but you don't have the heart to tell her it's fake. She's constantly trying to give you essential oils for any minor ailment you may have. She also likes to call herself the mom friend but gets sloppy white girl wasted every weekend and can never be trusted as DD
Nocturnal: the suspicious roommate you know nothing at all about. What classes is she taking? What college is she even going to? Where does she work? Leaves at random times, comes back at random times. Will disappear off the face of the earth for 3 days with nothing but a note asking you to fill the birdfeeder outside her window while sheâs gone. If she likes you she will just give you random stuff? Where she got it isn't important. There is literally no trace of her in common spaces but she always pays her rent on time so no complaints.Â
Sheogorath: You have seen sheo like 3 times since you moved in but the stories about him are great. Someone said he got arrested, someone else said he joined a Croatian traveling circus. No one knows for sure but he still sends his half of the rent money in the mail every month (with no return address) so you can't complain. Sometimes you get up in the middle of the night and hes just sitting at the kitchen table eating kraft cheese slices one by one. Tells you an extremely weird and out of nowhere story that you will think about for the rest of your life, then disappears for another 2 months.Â
Mephala: knows everything about everyone and will find out all your dirty secrets by the second week of living together. She's ended several relationships so you hesitate to bring your partner over. Reads your diary and goes through your search history every time you leave. Is the one encouraging Azura to get sloppy drunk on the weekends with your booze. She breeds tarantulas and sells them out of your apartment, and youâve heard the vetting process to adopt one of them is stricter than trying to adopt a child. Thereâs a written exam on spider care and everything.Â
Peryite: Peryite is sick 24/7 and always misses class but always ends up with higher grades than you. Has pet snakes and lizards that escape like once a week and always end up chilling somewhere in the common space to scare you. They feed rodents and stuff outside your place so thereâs always like possums and rats and raccoons just chilling. They all have names. If you are having issues with a person at school or a coworker or something, insists that they are weak and you. He makes and enforces the chore wheel.Â
Namira:Â THE WORST for dirty dishes, there is stuff in their room that was mouldy before they even moved in. do not let them use your mugs they will let a teabag grow its own biosphere before you see it again. They leave rotting food in the sink and suspicious unlabeled meat in the freezer. Nothing they eat looks at all edible but they seem to enjoy it? Offers you leftovers which is nice, but donât eat them.Â
Mehrunes Dagon: does not clean up after himself ever. You left him alone one weekend to visit home and when you came back it looked like a war zone. Have weapons just lying around??? This is super dangerous. Fights your guysâ landlord all the fucking time, how has he not been kicked out yet. Hates everyone you have ever dated for no reason, you probably shouldnât bring them around. The good news is that when you do break up he will break their arms for you. Youâre welcome :)
Boethiah: would be some kind of organizer. Definitely am anarchist punk. If you ever go to them with relationship or friendship troubles their only advice is "kill them". Loves conflict tho, so nosy to other peopleâs drama and encourages the worst possible outcomes bc itâs funny. Honestly? Hes just a shitty roommate. Honest with his opinions tho, if youâre gonna go out and ask his opinion on your outfit heâs gonna be brutally honest.Â
Vaermina: is taking night classes so you can't make any noise in the day while she's sleeping. Has a really creepy vibe about her and whenever she's up at night it barely sounds like a person moving around. Gives an in-depth analysis of your dreams and nightmares if you share them and is able to guess your exact mental illness or childhood trauma based on your first real conversation. Her additions to the common room are all really cool stuff, but super gothic. She whips out a whole human skull and when u ask where she got it she says she just had it around.Â
Meridia: is a nursing student always going on and on about how noble her career is. Won't let you decorate the common area ever lest you tarnish her perfect all white minimalist aesthetic. She doesnât want to hang out with you and if you sit in the common room with her she will leave or side-eye you until you go. Just awful vibes, she gives you backhanded compliments. However, if youâre going somewhere and she offers to help you fix your ugly ass (in her opinon) hair or makeup, say yes. It will look great at the cost of some not so veiled insults.
Sanguine: The bad news is that he has very loud sex all the time and itâs really annoying. The good news is that it will sometimes be with you if u want. The fuckbuddy roommate. The absolute most mind-blowing soul-shattering time of your life but DO NOT GET ATTACHED. He will not commit. He does not want to be in a relationship with you. Also has all the best alcohol and shares it without you even having to ask. I hope you are okay with parties because he will be having them at your place at least twice a month. More if he can. Gets you absolutely fucking wasted but also makes sure you are having a good time and nobody bothers you.Â
When he isnât partying at your place heâs partying somewhere else and coming home as the sun is rising, tipsy. Also gets sloppy drunk on the weekends but never has a hangover. like he never ends up passing out or getting hurt or anything when heâs wasted. At no point, does his being drunk interfere with his having fun. If you end up with one he's a big believer in "hair of the dog" remedies and will make you morning cocktails before class Also if you bring people home for fun times he will not be leaving the apartment to give you guys privacy, in fact, he will give you and your partner a high five and a shot as soon as you leave the bedroom. Rolls the best joints with the best weed in the country, makes even better edibles.
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Mercy, Sabotage, and Dead Space
(gif credit to @redwyyne-archive)
Part One of The Bet series
Pairing: Poe Dameron/Reader
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 12.7K
Summary:
1. No sex.
2. No touching yourself.
3. No orgasms.
Warnings/Tags: DUBCON/NONCON elements, fuckboy Poe (OOC), Enemies to Lovers, degradation/humiliation, mentions of oral sex, SMUUUTTTTTTTT also Iâm not sorry for what I did but youâre not allowed to read if youâre gonna get mad at me okay byeeee
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This.
This shit, right here.
If the question was ever, âWhatâs the stupidest fucking thing youâve ever let Poe Dameron somehow talk you into doing?â then the answer is this stupid shit, right the fuck here. This is like. You remember that one game, Mercy? The one where youâd dig your nails in and twist arms and just needlessly inflict pain on each other as children until one of you cried uncle because someone somewhere once decided to turn torture into a matter of pride?
You always thought those games were fucking ridiculous. Who can hold their breath the longest, who can handle a lit deathstick against their flesh the longest, who can take the hardest punchâwho cares?  Itâs childâs play. Itâs self-inflicted agony for the sake of bragging rights and even as a youngling, you refused to fall for it.
But then you met⊠fucking Dameron.
You know those people that⊠they donât just rub you the wrong way, but literally every single aspect about their personality is sandpaper against wet skin and your whole entire being feels chafed raw just by existing in their general vicinity for an extended period of time?
Youâre⊠youâre not usually a competitiveâmuch less aggressive person. You never have been. Itâs just not part of your nature. If you ever excel at anything in life, it isnât because of some secret, deep-seated desire to win or be better than anyone else. You just⊠do you. You do whatever you do, and if itâs good, itâs good. And if itâs bad, itâs good. Because at the end of the day at least itâs still you, and youâre okay with that.
But this?
This shit? Right here?
âThis is fucking dumb,â you say, because you know itâs what you both must be thinking so you may as well just get it out in the open. âThis is the dumbest fucking thing, Dameron. What are we doing? Why are we doing this?â
The grumpy, orange-jumpsuited figure sitting behind you just sighs heavily and slumps even further down in his bucket seat, as if it isnât the first time youâve tried asking this incredibly valid question (it totally is), bringing a palm down to thunk the top of the guidance controls between his legs in a quiet irritation youâre almost certain has everything to do with the very topic youâre trying to bring up.Â
âBecause,â comes that infuriating drawl. You can only see his face from this angle by looking at his reflection in the transparisteel barrier directly in front of you, but even just imagining the way his mouth moves while he rounds out the words makes your jaw clench. âThe coordinates we picked up were scrambled and this rendezvous could be going down at any one of thirty-six locatâ?â
âNo,â you interrupt him with a scowl, ânot why Iâve been floating in dead space in this Maker-forsaken ship with you for eight fucking hours a day since⊠fuck, whatâs today? Thursday? Friday? Nope, canât be Friday, Fridayâs our off-day. Thursday, then. âŠThursday?â You shake your head. âUgh, see? Time doesnât exist when Iâm not allowed to cum, life is like one never-ending nightmare.â
âOh.â He takes a second to think about it in silence, the calloused tips of his fingers scratching the side of his face while he considers. It wouldnât usually be as loud as it is right now. Maybe itâs the haunting quiet of space surrounding the ancient powered down hunk of metal youâre both stuck in, inadvertently isolating and amplifying the soundâor maybe itâs because your copilotâs jaw is currently covered in a thick, dark beard that you swear barely took his testosterone-overloaded ass a fucking week or two to grow, if that. Regardless, the dark bristles crunch loudly under his short fingernails and it takes you about a grand total of five whole uninterrupted seconds of the scraping sound to realize youâre grinding your teeth along with it. âWell,â he finally says, âthat was your stupid idea.â
âHmmmmmmmno,â you contest firmly, wiggling your elbow back to poke at his shin with your index finger once, twice, thrice, until he finally slaps your hand away in quiet irritation. To the misfortune of you bothâand likely the other hundred or so pilots concurrently taking rotating shifts in these tandem x-wings in a glorified mass stakeout, the cockpit of this ship is just way too fucking small. Your arm is squeezed uncomfortably against machinery and electronics to get to him from this angle and a light slap isnât going to stop you now that youâre here. âYouââ (poke) ââhave a superiority complex and decided to turn it into a competition, notââ (poke) ââme.â
âOh, I have a superiority complex, okay,â he scowls and nods in vehement, fake agreement, finally giving up and letting you poke at will, but the appeal is lost as soon as you realize heâs over it and your arm eases back into your lap. You watch his reflection look out of the viewport and scan the empty void of space for the twentieth time in the past five minutes, clearly just as desperate to get back to base as you are. âSo what is it you call sayingâwait, no no, not even saying, loudly declaringââOf course I can go longer without sex than âwham bam thank you maâamâ Dameron, you brainless fucks, itâs a simple fact!ââ
âAlrightâI donât sound like that, fuck you very much,â you return, in reference to his shrieking, high-pitched impression of you surrounded by your fellow pilots in the rec room when youâve had a bit too much to drink.  âAlso, you donât have to finger-quote literally every single syllable of my fucking sentence, Dameron. First and last word, thatâs all it takes. And if itâs so superiority complex-ey of me to state simple facts, then what is it you call saying âbetcha two weeks worth of pay you canât, pretty babyâ?â
âUh, easy credits?â He immediately asks, side-eyeing your reflection through the transparisteel. â Easy credits. Just begging for it. Two weeks of your slutty, sexy, easy fucking credits just begging to be taken and usedâ â
âYou need to get laid,â you cut in to tell him bluntly, scrunching your nose in what you hope looks like disgust. As per protocol, the power to the x-wing was cut at the beginning of your shiftâwhat feels like a fucking eternity agoâas a preventative maneuver in case the target falls out of hyperspace unexpectedly. Avoiding the scanners of a fleet that may never actually show means itâs cold and dimly lit in hereâjust starlight in front of either you, but youâre hoping he can gauge the severity of your revulsion with your back to him. âYou just turned my money into a sex object. It was vile. I feel violated on its behalf.â
âSounds like youâre the one who needs to get laid,â he tosses carelessly back at you, and you roll your eyes with as much sass as you can physically muster, so tired of all the dodging. You know this hasnât been easy for him either, he just has too much pride to admit it. âBesides, youâve gotta be past the withdrawal stage by now. Is it really all that bad?â
âThe fuck you mean, âIs it really all that badâ?â You snap at him, shuffling around grumpily in your seat, hating the way the bulky weapons controls sit right between your thighs and prevent you from closing them. Withdrawal stage, ha.  âOf course itâs all that bad. Itâs horrible. Itâs the fucking worst. And more importantly, how are you not having any trouble with this? Oh, waitâthatâs right,â you answer yourself before he has a chance to. âBecause you cheated.â
âI did not cheat,â Dameronâs reflection immediately challenges with an accusatory finger pointed at you. âI did not. When the fuck did I cheat? I swapped housing assignments with your shitty roommate and slept in the bunk below yours for a month and a halfâall because you donât believe in the honor systemâjust so you could tell me I fucking cheated?â
You scoff, feeling your annoyance spark even more. Heâs always been able to get under your skin, but the neglect youâve been forcing your body to endure is just throwing gasoline on an already roaring fire. âOkay, first of all? Rude. I am a fucking joy to have as a roomie, alright? I put up with your snoring, your 2:00 AM dinners, you blasting your radio while Iâm trying to sleep, I barely complain about your body odorââ
âMy snoring is adorable, I get snacky at night, only sad people with fucked up lives hate music, I smell amazing,â Dameron casually lists off on his fingers, the self-confidence so easy and unshakeable that you swear heâs almost preening at the compliments he just gave himself by the time heâs finished rebutting everything you can think to throw at him. And, while youâd never admit it, he does smell good. He smells⊠unbelievably fucking good. Always. Something dark and woodsy, you can never quite put your finger on. It pisses you off, so much that youâve made a habit of pulling a face of disgust whenever the warm, rich scent noticeably reaches you, hoping it deflates his ego just a little bit. No such luck so far. Â
âWhatever. The point is Iâm a good fucking neighbor, alright, Iâm neighborly as fuck,â you grumble, crossing your arms over your chest defensively. âAnd donât make it sound like Iâm putting a chastity lock on your balls every night, because you can fuck anyone you want. In fact, I strongly fucking encourage itâI just want to know about it when it happens.â
Dameron smirks and you groan, already knowing whatâs coming. âYou wanna hear it?â
Yep, there it is. âSecond of allââ
âFeel the whole bunk rock with it?â He goes on, completely ignoring you. âUse the excuse that youâre trapped up top so you can just stay there the whole time and listen? You know you can do a lot more than justââ
âSecond of all,â you project over him, âyouâre seriously telling me you havenât had any wet dreams then, hm? No snorgasms? Hmmm? No happy naps? No captain midnights? No mattress fracking? Hmmmmmm???â
His voice very quickly sounds⊠shocked. âHow many fucking euphemismsâ?â
âWait wait, one moreââ you quickly interrupt, too much momentum to stop now, ââsleepskeet.â
You watch in immense satisfaction as his expression seems to progress through all five stages of grief, before he exhales a long, unamused sigh and scratches his beard again. You want to pluck each strand of it out of his face one by one. âAnyways. Wet dreams are totally different and donât count.â
âItâs not different!â You burst out, unable to help yourself, âitâs an orgasm, and rule number three is no orgasââ
âI know what the rules were, Gold-Ten,â he returns calmly, and it infuriates you, how heâs always able to make it seem like youâre the instigator whoâs overreacting. And he knows exactly what heâs doing by calling you by your flight designation, and it pisses you off even more because calling him Black-Leader in any other situation besides active warfare just feels like an unnecessary reminder of his skills. Why heâs currently behind you manning the guidance controls and why youâre currently stuck in the front seat with the bulkier weapons systems. âThe question is if youâre seriously that bad enough of a sport to automatically disqualify me because of something that happens to any human with a dick indiscriminately when we blueball ourselves.â
âBut thatâs the entire fucking point, Dameron!â You shrill, throwing your hands in the air in pure exasperation. âThere it is! You need it more than I do, you just said it yourself! Not to mention I said I can go longer without sex than you canâ sex , not orgasms, but as it turns out I win at both. Now can we please call this shit off so I can finally cum? This isnât fun anymore.â
âNope,â he says immediately, popping the P with a bit too much hard emphasis to be genuinely amused. Heâs frustrated, tooâhis voice is too pleased, too fake to not be masking irritation underneath. âSorry. But this was also your stupid idea, so.â
âYouâre insufferable,â you grumble, anger flaring equal to his, just way more⊠verbal. And descriptive. âWet dreams donât count, fucking right. Tell that to the oceans of Kamino I got going on down there, huh? I move on this seat wrong and Iâll slide off itââ
A loud slam of a palm against the controls suddenly echoes throughout the small cockpit, causing you to jump slightly. Â
âDonât,â Dameron snarls, â... say shit like that to me. Not right now. Not right now, fuck .â
You go quiet for a moment, not expecting that much of an outburst at something you considered to be a throwaway remark, but then⊠oh. Something occurs to you, something⊠sinister. Oh, well, now thereâs an idea.
Everything inside you immediately surges up and burns at the thoughtâthe mere whisper of a way out of all of this, quickly, without giving in and letting him hold your surrender over you for Maker knows how long. Itâs so fucking simple, you donât know why you didnât think of it before. You donât have to wait him out at all; instead, you just need to⊠entice him into giving in first.
Neither of you say anything for a while, and you donât know what heâs thinking (nothing, probablyâa dry tumbleweed bouncing across an empty desert landscape, you imagine) but you take the dip in conversation to consider a plan. You canât go at it too outright, itâll be too big of a turnaround and heâll see it coming lightyears away. A halfhearted joke about your pussy tossed out without thinking is what catalyzed the most substantial reaction from him youâve seen, so⊠maybe you can keep steering the conversation towards the idea.
âHow many wet dreams have you had?â You suddenly ask, your heart beginning to pick up in your chest as soon as the words are out of your mouth.
âExcuse me?â Dameron grunts from behind you, and you catch his reflection raising a thick eyebrow at you.
You take a deep breath and disguise it by stretching your back out just a little bit, lifting your shoulder blades and arching the sore muscles there, before settling back down in your normal crappy posture once more. âNow many times did you cum in your sleep? Had to at least been once for you to claim they donât count.â
âWhy does it matter?â He asks, completely sidestepping the question for the second time. âIt was involuntary.â
You shrug. âJust so I know how many freebies I can get tonight.â
âNo,â Dameron instantly counters, his voice dead serious. âNot fucking allowed.â
âWhy not?â You ask, and this time, thereâs significantly less challenge than youâd typically deliver it with. Instead, your voice is soft, questioning. Not argumentative, but curious, and thereâs just enough of your point left unsaid that itâll seem like he conjured the rest of the image himself.
Thereâs silence while he considers his response to the perfectly executed bait. You assume youâre both picturing the same thing, because itâs what youâve pictured almost every single night spent in this celibate hellscape. The cool darkness of your shared quarters, the standard-issue sheets that still feel crispy and rough on your skin no matter how many nights youâve slept in them, with one of your hands pressed tight over your mouth and two of your fingers circle your clit.
âYou only get to do it if Iâm in the room,â he poses instead, and you swallow thickly, feeling your body tighten with an unintentional drop of pure heat through your tummy at the thought. Maker, it must be really bad if Poe fucking Dameron is getting to you like this. The bane of your existence shouldnât make your insides twist in on themselvesâat least, not in a good way.
âNot like Iâd have much choice,â you eventually respond, keeping it purposefully ambiguous. âItâs your room, too. Unfortunately.â
Stars, itâs been so long since youâve done this, since youâve walked the fine line between flirtation and seduction, wanting to turn on the charm slowlyâgradually ease it up like a hyperdrive lever under your fingertips so that youâre at maximum by the time he realizes youâre even there. You take a moment to glance at his reflection, watching Dameron look back at you curiously, a flash of interest in his eyes.
âBy the way, how does that one girl feel about us doing this?â You ask out of nowhere, suddenly remembering the existence of his pretty little number. Youâve seen her under his arm around base at least a few times, which is more than you can say for the rest of them. âRed-Six. Tall brunette with the tattoosâI donât bother learning names, they all come and go.â
âNihla,â Dameron nods with a wistful sigh, tilting his head to rest against his shoulder. âOr, wait⊠Neah. Noâit was⊠Nalal. Yeah, Nalal, I think thatâs rightâŠâ
âUnbelievable,â you mutter. âOne of the greatest mysteries of the universe is how many people get in line for you, Iâll never fucking understand it.â
âThey just want me for my cock,â he tells you without missing a single beat, sounding like heâs not joking in the slightest. âIt was starting to get obnoxious. Glad I finally have an excuse to turn them down.â
âUnbelievable,â you repeat, stunned by how truly, mind-blowingly full of himself he is. âYouâre⊠fuckingâŠâ
You end up just staring at him and making a sound somewhere between a laugh and a scoff, at a complete loss for words, and Dameron eventually shrugs and continues on after you fail to form a coherent thought in the allotted time frame he provides.
âNow I can just tell them Iâm in a long-running bet with Gold-Ten over who can sexually deprive themselves the longest and weirdly enough, they donât seem all that interested anymore,â he remarks, tilting his chin up and rubbing at his beard again, and for some reason⊠the sound of it bothers you somewhat less now, the way he phrased that resonating deeper inside you than it should. Lower than it should. You blink a few times, almost shocked by your bodyâs unprecedented response to his admissionâPoe Dameron uses you as an excuse to turn down sex with pretty girls? Happily?âand your mind goes blank for a second while he watches you through the transparisteel. âItâs alright,â he eventually goes on, tilting his head. âSometimes a sabbatical is good. I do really miss pussy, though.â
âWell,â you finally tell him, oddly not having much else to offer at the moment. âIâm sorry? And⊠youâre welcome. I guess.â
Dameron shrugs once more and makes an apathetic sound without opening his mouth, and you drop your stare down to the machinery between your spread thighs after feeling like you were looking at each other for too long. The position started uncomfortable and seven hours later, itâs still fucking uncomfortable. At first the discomfort twinged at your hips and lower back, but now the sensation seems to be⊠centering itself a bit more, finding a spot right between your legs, especially when his words echo through your subconscious and make you naturally want to push your thighs together. I do really miss pussy, though.
You try to snap out of it a bit, try to stop hyperfixating on the way your underwear has felt sticky and wet for fucking hours now, but itâs so fucking difficult to chill yourself out when your body already went into this whole situation with a month and a half long stumbling block. Heâs not really doing anything at allâheâs leant back in his chair and staring out the window into the black emptiness of space when you steal a look once more, but something about how his casual responses are affecting you makes it seem like heâs the one currently seducing you.
Maker, you have to focus.  You have to control yourself. Youâre starting to feel a little warm in your thick jumpsuitâa particular shade of orange that does not compliment your complexion but you normally rejoice in wearing regardless. Itâs baggy and uniform and hides most of your curves and most importantly, it keeps you toasty on missions like this. Space is cold âespecially this far out in the Cauper Void, and thereâs no fucking reason this powered down hunk of floating metal should feel as muggy and stifling as it does in here.
âWe shouldnât be doing this,â you suddenly hear yourself say, spontaneously, no thought put into it whatsoever. One last try, one last attempt to avoid it, a last-ditch go at flight before he gives you no choice and youâre left with this one remaining option. âThis isnât a good idea. Itâs⊠not healthy. I donât want to do this anymore.â
This gets a small chuckle out of him. âI know you donât, pretty baby.â
âThen letâs just call the whole thing off,â you propose once again, trying to lighten your tone, make it a⊠a friendly thing. It sounds so fake, even to your own earsâsince when would you be desperate enough to let the dreaded petname slide?âbut granted, you know what they say about time and measures and all that shit. âWe can call it a tie, just go back to the way things were befoââ
He cuts you off and pins you with his gaze through the reflection. âYou realize that you begging me to put an end to your suffering isâridiculously hot, mostlyâbut also only an incentive to make me keep pushing until you finally give in?â
You groan and comb some of your hair off your forehead, not liking the way itâs getting just the slightest bit damp. âFine, we wonât call it off, but can we at least just stopââ You immediately catch yourself, not wanting to unintentionally push this too far too quickly, but your hesitation is clear and compelling enough for him to prompt you.
âAt least just stop what?â Dameron asks, and though you donât think itâs intentional or even noticeable from his perspective, something about the way his voice sounds⊠husky. Low to the ground.
âStop dragging it out,â you breathe, your heart pounding. Why is your heart pounding so fucking fast? This is a fucking sting op, a facade, so why are you getting so caught up in the lie youâve spun for yourself? âFinish it. Sooner, rather than later. Quit being masochists about it, just fucking put it toââ
Maker, your eyes instinctively snap to his at your poor choice of wording, having almost said bed on complete accident. Genuinely, you didnât mean to phrase it that way, but at the same time, the thought of it almost burns you alive. Fuck. Dameron, and you, in bed. It could be mean. It could be rough. A fight for dominance more than anything. Heâs bigger than you and he could make it fucking hurt, especially after going without it for as long as you have, but something about how double-edged that type of relief would be isnât really sinking in for you right now. Like a person slowly dying of thirst thatâs fantasizing about drowning. Regardless, the idea of a night with him and the sudden assortment of vivid imagery it provides is enough to get you to shut up and take a deep breath, just wait with your mouth shut for whatever his response is.
Unfortunately, you donât have to wait long at all.
âThis is cute,â he suddenly tells you, and you jerk back and sputter a bunch of consonants stupidly like he smacked you.
âFuck you?â Are the first recognizable words that can be heard. âIâm notâthis isnât fuckingâ cute?â
âItâs cute,â Dameron repeats, hiding a soft smile from you with a few of his fingers pressed to his lips. âYou,â he says as he points at your reflection, twirling his finger around in circles, âtrying to be all sneaky about it, go about your little performance. Itâs like⊠watching a little kid just blatantly fuck up a magic trick but theyâre naive enough to think itâs working. Keep going, Iâm enthralled.â
You hold still for just a second as ice suddenly sinks through your tummy and clears away any trace of warmth you may have once felt from before. Of course. Stupid. Stupid, you shouldnât have even tried something like that, you donât know why you thoughtâŠ
Horrifyingly, you go dead silent and the lack of an immediate response from you hangs awkwardly in the still air. Youâre usually so quick with him, so fiery, letting the things he throws at you just glide right off you, but for some insane reason, youâre actually fucking⊠embarrassed? A little bit?
You should say something, but your whole body is just frustratingly blank, almost buzzing in mortification, and it gets worse and worse the longer you stay quiet. You donât usually put yourself in a position to be compromised, and you certainly didnât think the place he decided to jab this time had particularly thin skin.
You⊠youâd forgotten what itâs like to have someone laugh at you when youâre genuinely trying your best to flirt.
Well, itâs too late to say anything now, you think. Now itâs just uncomfortable in hereâtrue discomfort, not the typical angry silences. Youâre used to that, youâre used to huffing and crossing your arms and ticking your jaw through the breaks in conversation, refusing to say a word because youâre beyond pissed off. This is different. This quiet sits different in the air, this emotion hits different in your chest, somewhere vulnerable. A crack in your armor he found without even necessarily intending to, but at this point, the stupid way you canât seem to hide the wound from him is just as much to blame.
âSo, uhâŠâ Dameron clears his throat as you shut your eyes tight against the awkwardness, but you can still feel a strange little shift in the air from behind you. Thereâs something about the enclosed space, the quiet darkness surrounding you both, you feel⊠too close to him. Sharing his air, feeling the energy when itâs cramped and youâre not able to just get up and storm away from him like normal. You donât like it. You donât like that you can immediately tell something has changed without being able to see him, that type of intimacy between you is pushing a boundary you canât quite pinpoint but know exists.
You snap your eyes open and look over at Dameronâs reflection when heâs quiet for too long, and though you try to glare as fiercely as possible at him while you do it, the look on his face almost stops you dead. The pure intensity raging in his expression, the way heâs got his eyes narrowed, flicking back and forth between yours, carefully studying you, wondering if perhaps he may have gotten it all wrong. âI mean, yâknow. Theoretically speaking, and all. If I broke, youâd let me fuck you?â
You⊠arenât expecting that.
You donât know why but your heart suddenly starts to race again, but itâs not the same as before. Before it was speeding up and at an angle, like a rocket trying to escape a bodyâs gravitational pull, to go somewhere, search for something. This time it just feels like itâs ricketing downhill, unsteady and out of control, about to break apart with every single pothole that rattles and slams through you. Shit. You didnât expect the ultimatum would be presented to you so up front like thatâyou thought thereâd be⊠some resistance, at least. Â
Fuck, you take way too fucking long thinking about it, and your face feels warmer and warmer the more you mentally pick apart his specific phrasing, wondering where you should even begin. You still havenât said anything, but the damage is already done. What should've been a firm, instantaneous go fuck yourself is left suspended, unanswered, open for interpretation. You miss your window of opportunity to shut him down, you overshoot it by a longshot, and then you feel that spark of a what-if flare deep down once more.
No, fucking stop it. Stop it. Maker, your eyes do everything they can to not look at him while you concentrate and work to tap into your anger, stoking the flames of your fire to avoid feeling⊠temptation. How dare he? How fucking dare he do this to you, especially when thereâs no chance to get out of here, to abort mission and cut your losses? You clench your jaw and isolate that fury, magnify it until itâs the only thing you can feel anymore.
âMy turn now,â Dameron eventually breaks the silence to clarify, blinking at you, and by this point youâre so fucking pissed off that you donât recognize that isnât actually a question.
âNo,â you immediately snap, strung far too thin to deal with this new, treacherous territory with him. Defaulting to normal is best, itâs easier. âNo, itâs not your turn, and fuck no, you canât fuck me, not even if it means I win this stupid bet. No to everything that has anything to fucking do with you, alright? Donât talk to me. Youâre lucky if I agree to sleep in the same fucking room as you tonight. Andâand?âI think your beard looks dumb.â
Okay, so maybe the last part was just a little bit childish, but youâre in such a bad fucking mood and you want to insult something heâs clearly just trying out for right now, hasnât yet solidified as part of his usual appearance and unshakeable confidence in it. Itâs a downright lieâyou think he might look more attractive with it than he ever has. Effortlessly rugged and masculine, framing his face and making his eyes all the more piercing.
You donât think it works, but regardless, he heeds your sharp words and says nothing for a good few minutes at least. You had hoped the break in interaction would allow you the ability to reset a little bit, give yourself time to work through it, but itâs like the pressure in the air steadily increases regardless of how silent it is in hereâor perhaps, because of it.
You canât help it. You flick your eyes to the transparisteel in front of you once more and catch his reflection staring directly at you, unmoving. It jars you as much as it sparks your anger, and you glare down at your hands and give him a few seconds. A few seconds of grace, of mercy, before you try again.
Sure enough, heâs still got his dark eyes pinned to you when you go to check once more, like heâs actually fucking thinking about something right now, which is just⊠astounding, for obvious reasons. Mainly, the nerve of him. The fucking nerve of him to be able to look at you like that, like heâs just entitled to study your every feature, searching your eyes for things youâve never looked deep enough to find within yourself, making incredibly loud assumptions with his mind that he has absolutely no right to be making.
âShut up,â You snap at him defensively, feeling like youâre sweating buckets even in the freezing emptiness of dead space. You canât figure out if itâs a cold sweat or if your body is legitimately just malfunctioning under his stare. âShut up.â
You watch as his reflection suddenly drops his head back against the seat and rolls out the stiffness of his neck, blinking his eyes shut and raising his eyebrows like youâre completely overreacting, like he has absolutely no idea. âI didnât say anything.â
âYouâre not that dumb,â you challenge. âYouâre⊠plotting. Evil plotting.â
A thick eyebrow drops so that only one is quirked up, and a grin pulls at his lips.
âYouâre right,â Dameron admits casually after a moment with his eyes still closed, his voice pitched low in the cramped ship. âI was thinking about what itâs gonna take to get you to lose.â
You swallow against the dryness in your throat, starting to unintentionally bounce one of your legs up and down without even realizing it. Fuck, this ship is small, itâs too fucking small in hereâyou gaze wistfully out at the vast endlessness of space, wanting to grit your teeth at the irony of being surrounded by the one thing you so desperately wish you had.
âI just have to find a weakness,â he shifts forward in his seat and reveals to you, bewilderingly shameless in his honesty. Like all of a sudden youâre an accomplice to this endeavor instead of its target, as if he isnât spoiling the secret by letting you in on it. âSomething that you like, that gets you going. Something that riles you up, gets you all hot and bothered down thereââ
âSo you can exploit it,â you huff, slouching over a bit and trying not to sound like youâre pouting.
ââso I can exploit it,â he finishes happily, collapsing back into his seat like heâs glad you caught on so quick and he doesnât have to explain further. âNow we can do the whole routineâthe bickering, the tension, the undeniable sexual chemistry we haveâor we can skip all that and you can just tell me flat out what itâs gonna take to rev that pretty little engine up, because I want it purring.â
And, itâs so fucking weird, because the specific verbiage that would normally make you cringe just hearing it spoken aloud doesnât inspire the typical response, even though it feels like it should. It feels like you should be grossed out, it feels like a moment you should screw up your facial expression and act offended, but youâre⊠not. This is actually fucking working, itâs unbelievable. The undeniable fact infuriates you just as much as it stumps you.
âYou do realize that everything you say is a game that two can play at, right?â You point out, not really sure where youâre going with this but feeling heated about it all the same. âWhatâs stopping me from exploiting something you like?â
âSee now thatâs a great idea,â Dameron announces, clapping his hands together happily and sending you jumping a few inches in your seat at the sudden sound, your hand automatically shooting up to rest on your thumping heart. âI can tell you what I like, and you can just listen.â
Alright, no, waitâbacktrackâ
âHow about I tell you what I donât like,â you snip breathlessly, tucking your hair behind your ear and feeling all the blood rush to your cheeks. Default to normal, default to normal. âYour fucking attitude. Your demeanor. The way you talk down to me. You donât listen. You walk around like youâre such hot shit just because youâre a good pilot but none of that means anything when you donât ever fucking listen. Youâre terrible at it, doesnât matter whoâs talkingâyou donât listen to me, you donât listen to people who actually like you, you donât listen to orders, you donât listen to reasonââ
âYou think Iâm a good pilot?â He suddenly asks, and you have to take a second. This cockpit isnât designed for anything other than sitting, much less turning all the way around, but youâre sure you can find some way to throttle him from here. He chuckles as you let out the loudest sigh youâve ever heard yourself makeâwhich, is an incredible feat you think both of you should be congratulated forâbefore Dameron eventually carries on. âYou could tell me that,â he admits with a shrug, a hidden smile on his face that heâs trying to bite back. âOr you could tell me the truth.â
You shouldnât encourage him, but you just canât fucking help it. Thereâs something inside you, something you can only compare to a morbid sort of curiosity. Maybe youâre just a glutton for punishment, even more so than agreeing to this bet has already confirmed. âAnd that would beâ?â
âThat you use anger as a defense mechanism because I touch a nerve you didnât realize you had,â Dameron replies breezily. âHave since the moment we met. And that you maybe want me to touch something else, but youâre too stubborn and proud and committed to hating me to ever admit it. You can admit it, itâs okay, I can touch whatever you need me to touââ
âHow about the emergency eject button?â You hiss, finally feeling your frustration peak. âPop the top on this bitch. Put me out of my fucking misery, right now. Youâve got such a big head that the blood flow will probably keep your tiny little brain warm enough as long as you strap yourself down beforehand, Iâll wait. And then you can go back to base, alone , and find another poor girl to emotionally torture since you probably donât get enough of it from the ones you work your way through but can never remember the most basic things about.â
Remarkably, that actually shuts him up. Youâre doubtful the jab really hurts him, but youâre not going to feel bad about it either way. He deserved that. You cross your arms over your chest and donât even bother looking at him, huffing and flushed with the climax of your ferocity, now left feeling strangely exhausted in its wake. Eventually your breathing evens out and disappears into the silence, until nothing at all can be heard.
Itâs like that for a momentâonly a moment, before the loud tearing of velcro suddenly shreds through the quiet in the cockpit, completely rattling you. Automatically your eyes shoot over to his reflection, watching large hands pull the orange jumpsuit apart at his chest and then shrug it over broad shoulders. Itâs not sexual. It canât be sexual, because thereâs just no fucking room to allow itâit takes him forever to pull the long sleeves down his arms, but the way he drags it out somehow just increases your anticipation for an event you should have absolutely no interest in spectating. Heâs wearing a white sleeveless undershirt underneath and the jumpsuit bunches at his waist, making him look all the longer and more defined as he finally collapses back into his seat and reclines in it, the distant constellations bathing his lean torso in dim speckles of starlight.
Your gaze catches on every good part of himâit falls down the muscular lines of his neck and follows the thin gold chain wrapped around it, disappearing into the white of his scooping neckline. His toned body finds a place to rest and stretch out without looking awkward or uncomfortable, coarse hair darkening his jaw and dusting the strong lines of his forearmsâbut itâs his eyes that make your heart stutter. Theyâre endlessly deep and dark and knowing , and you canât seem to look away from him, not even when he opens his mouth to address you. Â
âYouâre always so fucking mean to me,â Dameron remarks, and for just a split secondâjust a split second, you feel a stab of regret. âI should eat you out tonight.â
Fuck, he hits the nail right on the head on his very first try, and just hearing the words come out of his mouth so effortlessly makes your pussy clench in on itself in need. Nothing about his inflection changed from one sentence to the next, nothing in his voice made it seem like he just flipped the fucking galaxy upside down with just a few words. To an onlooker who doesnât speak Basic, theyâd have absolutely no hint as to why your face is suddenly radiating heat at an industrial capacity, blazing hot enough to warm the whole cockpit. You feel like youâre literally burning up with it. You have to put a palm to your cheek to make sure itâs not actually on fucking fire. âWhatâ what did you just say to me?â
âThatâs what you need,â he drawls, unbothered by the sharpness of your tone. âWhat youâve needed, ever since I can remember. Shouldâve done it a long fucking time ago, now that Iâm thinking about it. How longâs it been? Tell me the truth, I know itâs been awhile.â
You feel like youâre being roasted alive like one of those hairy little Kowakian monkey-lizards that youâre pretty sure have sentient designation but are the first to be skewered and cooked over the firepit regardless. Your heart is slamming against your sternum and you scramble to come up with an even slightly clever response after such an ambush.
âThis is your plan?â You raise an eyebrow at him, feeling a bead of sweat drop down your temple and onto the corner of your lashes. Oh fuck, be cool, be cool. âYou think this is gonna work? Ask me if I want a weak orgasm and rugburn on my thighs?â
âI can shave,â Dameron proposes quietly, lifting his chin and gently scrubbing the side of his cheek. The sound of the thick bristles against his fingers makes you swallow thickly and push back very vivid thoughts of how his face would feel between your legs. How soft and wet his mouth would feel at the center of that thick, coarse beard. âTonight, Iâll shave it off. Make it nice and smooth for you.â
Something inside you surges up to assure him he absolutely should not shave, and you actually have to bite your tongue to keep it buried at the last second. Stars, that was a close one, what the fuck prompted that?
âI donât give a shit what you do,â you quickly return, resisting the urge to wipe your brow. âBeard or no beard, makes no difference. Foreplay is overrated, Iâm not big on wasting time.â
âOh, you poor thing,â he immediately lamentsâso quick , and the worst part is that the sympathy in his voice actually sounds sincere. Youâre having trouble looking him in the eyes right now, hearing the genuine pity come through in his tone. âWho⊠who did this to you?â
âYou said you want to figure out what I like, what turns me on,â you return, tucking your hair behind your ear once more and trying not to sound self-conscious. Maker, how long until your shift is over? You need to get out of here, this shit is⊠way out of your league. âIâm not into it, so try again.â
âReally?â Dameron takes a moment to look at you, furrow his thick eyebrows at you in barely concealed curiosity, before his head tilts sideways and drops to his shoulder. âNormally Iâd respect that, but I meant it when I said you need it.â
âWe fucking hate each other, Dameron,â you hiss, a reminder to him as much as it is to yourself. Fuck, you really donât like where this is going. âYou donât know anything about me, you donât know what the I nââ
âI bet you think weâd fuck hard,â he murmurs, low enough that you have to take an unsteady breath and physically brace yourself for whatever is going to come from that dirty mouth next. âYou think that maybe Iâd throw you around a little, give it to you from behind, teach you a fucking lesson for always talking back to me. But thatâs primitive shit, Gold-Ten, thatâs not for you.â
Resist. Resist . Youâre part of the fucking Resistance, for Makerâs sake, youâre taught to hold out until death in torture scenarios. Since when did this tin can suddenly become a new POW camp simulation you have to train for?
âI want to take you apart so slow that you canât talk at all,â Dameron continues quietly, and you close your eyes, biting your bottom lip hard enough to sting. âWe donât even have to fuckâI mean, I want to, but mostly I just want to taste you. Go nice and slow. I want you on your back, so I can look in your eyes and see all that anger just⊠fade away. I want to watch you try to fight how fucking good Iâll make it. How hot itâs gonna be when you canât glare at me anymore, when your pretty doll eyes go all soft and sweet and you finally realize that Iâve never hated you at all.â
Maker. This is a trick. Itâs not a question, it shouldnât be presented like oneâthis is a dirty rotten trick , and youâre not gonna fall for it. You canât fucking fall for it. Itâs a low blow, and you refuse to even acknowledge he said anything at all. Heâs lying to get your guard down. He laughed at your flirting. Heâs a shit person, heâs using you, this isnât real.
Real or not, you still gulp loud enough for him to hear it.
âWe could go back to our room after our shift is over,â he offers out of the blue, and you have no clue why, but when he pauses and lets it hang in the air for a second, you donât interrupt him. You stay completely silent while he waits for you, waits for your typical snarky comeback. You have it in your head instantly, you know what youâd normally say. Your room. Itâs not âourâ room, itâs fucking your room that youâre generous enough to let him bunk in, a privilege heâs this fucking close to losingâbut you canât find it in yourself to say it right now. Your anger is gradually losing the war to your arousal and youâre forced to watch every single small defeat inside you happen from the sidelines.
His reflection blinks at you through the transparisteel, his eyebrows raising just slightly at your prolonged silence, before he suddenly sits up a little and leans forward.
âAnd I could lock the door,â Dameron continues, lowering his voice, both in volume and register. âThe lights in there are way too fucking bright but I donât want to be in complete darkness, so maybe we can turn them off and open the port shade, let just enough light come through to see. I could turn on the radio, find something quiet, easy to listen to. Something you like, Iâll let you pick it out. And then⊠Wait, hang on, which bed?â
You clench your jaw and purposefully say nothing even as your pussy squeezes, glaring right through his reflection into the black void of space.
âMmm.  Your bed,â he eventually decides. âI want you comfortable. You shower at night. Your hair will be wet and youâll be in those baggy pajamas that you think I canât see your nipples through, the ones that I know you take off under your covers and then put on in the morning when you think Iâm still asleep. Thatâs good, I want you relaxed, so that maybe⊠maybe youâd let me take your panties off at some point. And you could lay back and open your legs, and I could go down on you for a little while. However long you need.â
Fuck.
No, this isnât fucking happening. Your lower muscles arenât twisting in so hard that it actually fucking hurts, your pussy isnât leaking through two layers of fabric under your jumpsuit, your body isnât outright revolting against the sheer neglect youâve put it through. Maker, itâs fucking painful. You have to clench your hands into fists and dig your fingernails into your palms before you can open your mouth.
âYou want to know what I need?â You nearly wheeze, a drop of sweat sliding down the back of your neck this time. Your body feels like itâs three sizes too big for this cockpit and your skin feels like itâs three sizes too small for your body. âI need you to shut the fuck uââ
âWhat you need,â Dameron purrs, sliding up closer behind your seat and sighing soft against the worn material of your headrest, âis a warm mouth to cum in. Donât be shy, pretty baby, you can tell me.â
You growl out his last name as threateningly as you possibly can before he purrs yours right back in your ear, and fuck, youâve never heard it sound so sexual before. Last names allow pilots to maintain a respectful distance from each other. Flight designations are Resistance-wide, but last names are just⊠allies. Not friends, not companions, but a vast network of people brought together by a common enemy. It hurts to lose a first name. But the way yours sounds rolling off of Dameronâs tongue is just too sinful, too intimate when calling you that is meant to sever intimacy by design. He says it slow and makes it dirty, muddies it in the back of his throat as he slides up even closer to you, until his face is right next to yours as you stare at each other through the transparisteel.
âIâm reallyâŠâ he pauses, before exhaling through his nose and swallowing thick enough to make his Adamâs apple drop and bounce up again, his tongue coming out to wet his plush lips as he blinks slowly at you with a heavy gaze, â⊠really good at it. Call me Poe and Iâll do it for you all night.â
Shit, your pussy is just a fucking mess right now. It feels like itâs melting sweet and syrupy all over your thighs, throbbing and pounding and clamping up and screaming at you to do something, at least press your hand down there to alleviate some of the aching tensiâ
Noâ stars, no touching yourself is rule number two. You drop your hands to your thighs and squeeze them, trying to reign yourself back in.
âI think youâreâjust projecting,â you try, but turns out responding in general is just an all-around bad idea. Nothing about it comes out right. The âjustâ sounds like your tongue is stuck to the roof of your mouth and your voice cracks on the word âprojecting,â but you donât even have time to be self-conscious or embarrassed at how much youâre giving yourself awayâall your energy has to go towards fighting the tightness between your open legs, how youâre so fucking turned on that youâre worried youâll cum without even touching yourself. Oh Maker, can you imagine? How fucking proud of himself heâd be? You canât let that happen, but fuck, holding back something so appealing is so much harder than it sounds.
Tap into that anger, tap into that angerâonly, you canât suddenly find it. Whereâd it go? Fuck, doesnât matter, conjure it. Quick, before itâs too late, get mad âdonât let him lure you into a⊠a falseâŠÂ
Dameron tilts his chin down towards the line of your shoulder and then slowly turns his head towards your neck, breathing you in gently.
A false sense ofâŠ
His soft exhale makes goosebumps break out all the way down your arms.
⊠What?
âMaybe youâre right,â Dameron acknowledges, talking just under your ear. You watch his eyelids dip and the dark beard brushes against your skin and you catch just a hint of that woodsy, spicy scent engulfing you. Like⊠teakwood, maybe? Stars, you donât know, you think youâre starting to lose your mind. What the fuck does teakwood even smell like? âMaybe itâs just what I need. You should exploit it, chances are Iâll still cum first.â
That rockets another painful spasm down low. It hurts so fucking badâfuck, maybe you could⊠rub yourself up against these weapons controls? Just a little bit? That joystick, right there, just ease yourself up against it just to nurse this wound a little bitâŠ?
No, fuckingâ bad. Thatâs bad, you have to stopâ
âThis isnât real, this isnâtây-you justâŠâ You flutter your eyelashes shut, digging your fingernails into your thighs like itâll help break through the fog of his lulling voice, how fucking amazing he smells right now. âYou just want to win th-the bââ
â Fuck the bet,â he tells you quietly, his head dipped low enough now that his lips brush against your neck, and you shudder so hard at the sensation that your shoulder almost knocks into his chin with it. âYou really think Iâm doing all this for a fucking bet?â
Donât trust him, donât trust him, donâtâ
Your deep breath is so stuttery and uneven that itâs technically just a series of shallow inhales all anxiously strung together, too desperate for oxygen to go about it legato. Itâs painfully obvious to him by now, it has to be, but you very quickly miss the shaky breathing as soon as he takes away your ability to do it all together.
âLet me taste you,â he whispers, his voice almost breaking with how gentle it is, how it sounds like it flips in and out of his register when he speaks this low. âRight now, letâs make it real, let mâI know you have to be soaking fucking wet, baby, just let me try a little bit of it, pleaseâIâm⊠holy shit, Iâm so hard just thinking about it.â
âYou c-canât,â you stammer, reaching up to pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration. At him, at the situation, at the painful throb of emptiness between your legs. âFuck, itâs not allowed, itâs against the rulesââ
âIt wonât be,â he assures you, and you hiccup when you suddenly feel his hand brush against your side, strong fingers branching out to curve against your ribcage. âYou donât have to do anything, you can stay just like this. Just a few seconds and then Iâll stop, I promise.â
Oh, Maker, itâs on the very top of your tongue, so unbelievably close to telling him somethingâbut you donât know what it should be. Youâre right at the tipping point, on a tightrope right between what you want and what you should want. And, knowing youâre this close to giving in, Dameron slowly eases his hand down your side and starts to trail it inwards, and just the lightest brush of his warm tongue against your neck shatters any composure you have left.
You whimper and instinctively try to close your legs, but you fucking canâtâ your knees are forced wide apart by controls and your whole body freezes when his hand slides down and folds gently along the curve of your pussy through the thick fabric of your jumpsuit.
The feeling of being held like this by him is just too good , cradled so perfectly in his palm as he opens his mouth and flutters his tongue out to taste your skin again, giving you a little more of it this time and letting you feel the roughness of his beard with the way his lips move. Your breath catches, then he hooks his fingertips up just the slightest bit and pulls back, and you suddenly have to smack your whole hand over your face in a terrible attempt to stifle your loud gasp.
âOh, Maker, I c-canât,â you stammer against your fingers, not being able to trust him or your own body. You continue to protest even after he moves back up, resting his palm low on your abdomen, letting the heat bleed through the fabric and transfer directly to your floor muscles as he lifts his head up from your shoulder. âI canât, we canât, IâŠâ
You canât see him, but you know heâs looking at you. Heâs staring right at you through the reflection, studying the way youâre hiding your face from him, how youâre still melting, still losing your composure just from the warm palm pressed tight your tummy.
His touch leaves you for a second. But then the deafening sound of velcro ripping at the crotch of your jumpsuit has you dragging your hand down your mouth and your eyelids dipping.
âDameron,â you breathe into your fingers, just as his carefully slip into the small opening and begin to work at the button to your pants. âDameron, this isnâtâyou donât wantââ
âYou donât get to tell me what I donât want,â he grunts at you, and you try not to bite yourself at the sound of him unzipping things and yanking fabric to the side. âWhat I really fucking want is the real thing, but I guess thisâll have to do for now.â
âIââ Your mind whirs desperately, trying to process when his fingers wedge under your panties and down.  But he doesnât give you a single fucking second. As soon as the tip of his middle finger reaches your slit, heâs dropping it and sliding it through your slick, hot, unbearably neglected cunt.
âFuck,â he spits, and you feel like you might be about to break your own fucking jaw with how hard youâre clutching it, trying so desperately not to make a noise. The pad of his finger is rough and calloused as it drags against your clit in slow, tight circles, and you clamp your eyes shut and try to breathe normally, but itâs no use. Fuck , itâs been so long . Youâve been aching for it for a full fucking month and a half now and you know that even if he couldnât feel it, he can hear how drenched you are right now. Itâs making an obscene sound as he steadily masturbates you with one heavenly finger, giving your body what itâs desperately craved for so many weeks. âFuck, babyâs pussy got fucking wet hearing me talk about how good Iâd lick it, huh?â
That sends a bright flare launching through you and you gasp raggedly, both hands whipping out to snatch at his forearm where it disappears between your legs. âNo, shit, wait, stopstopstopstop stop , Iââ
His hand slips out immediately and yet you continue to tremble like his finger is still right there, like your clit is just imagining it so vividly that itâs successfully convincing itself of the illusion. The aching bit of flesh is burning, that good burn, the one thatâs searing and bright that makes your muscles continue to chase the sensation long after the stimulation is gone. Fuck, he almost made you cum. He barely touched you for a few seconds and yet your fingers have to tighten into claws to slow your body down the fuck down, flexing against your thighs and trying your best to halt the impending climax.
By the time youâre able to wrangle yourself back from the edge and look at his reflection, his middle finger is already in his mouth and heâs blinking slowly at you, his pupils blown wide. Youâre breathing hard at him, staring open-mouthed at the way his lips are closed below his second knuckle, how he takes forever dragging it back out again. You have to close your eyes. You have to clamp them shut and keep them that way, knowing you wonât be able to look at him through whatever heâs going to say next.
Except, oddly, he doesnât say much.
âShit,â he breathes, dropping his mouth to your neck once more. âShhhit. IâŠâ
Your eyes snap open in sudden, blind panic when he doesnât continue, horrified at the possibility that he doesnât like it. Dameron always has something to say, he doesnât go speechless. âOhâMaker, is it notâ?â
âMmmfuck, justââ he grits, panting hot air against your skin, ââfuck. Give me a second.â
You can only see the crown of his head with the way heâs angled, but you can see his shoulders a little further back. They start⊠moving slightly. Just the littlest bit, a smooth motion, like his whole body is slowly easing back and forthâ
The nav controls are between his legs, you immediately realize. Heâs grinding up against them with how close he is to you and your seat.
And suddenly, itâs like thereâs a light at the end of the tunnel. A ray of sunshine that breaks through the raging storm. Dameron might cum in his pants like this. Which means youâll win, and arguably more importantly, youâll finally be able to cum. You donât even take a moment to consider the potential consequencesâhow youâre going to have to withstand the stimulation until he succumbs to it, how youâll have to outlastâbut youâre not thinking straight. Youâre not really thinking at all.
âYou canâŠâ you suddenly hear yourself whisper, and your heart pounds in your throat when he instantly stops moving. âOne⊠one more. If you want. You can put your finger inside this time, itâs where Iâm the⊠w-wettest.â
âFuck,â Dameron croaks into the crook of your neck, his voice scraping low and rough and sending a tremor through you. âFuck, okay, yeahââ
His hand slides across your hip and down, but you catch him just in time.
âBut donât touch my clit.â You try to sound as firm as possible through the breathlessness, still trying to put your foot down even when youâre giving in, and Dameronâs teeth come out as he stifles a soft groan into your neck in response.
âYes, baby,â he murmurs obediently as his hand sinks down once more, and so diligently, he avoids it altogether. His fingers slide under your panties and fall straight down to your entrance, down to where you know youâre the hottest, where your pussy is flexing and pushing wetness out with a steady, wicked throb. The pad of his middle finger presses gently against the tight muscles there, rubs just the slightest bit to feel that resistance, and then the length of it eases inside you so slowly that your knees rattle against bulky metal.
âFucking Maker , â he hisses as he slides it in, his body making a sudden jerk against the controls.
Your eyes roll back at the feeling of something inside you after so long, after such a torturous buildup, and you grasp at his forearm again when it curls naturally up against searing pleasure. Oh, itâs so good, itâs so good, your hands shake while he very carefully moves it in and out, the raw sparks of heat threatening to incinerate you as your muscles cling to every ridge of his finger. He gets it sopping wet, bathes it so completely in your slick that youâre almost certain itâll come out pruny and drenched.
âShit, okay,â you pant, squeezing desperately around his finger, âo-okay, fuck, thatâs enough.â
His hand pulls out⊠slower this time. He slips his finger out of you quick enough, but he drags the tip of it through your folds as he retreats, just barely grazing your clit and making you jolt in your seat. Shit, you donât know if it felt intentional enough to fault him for itâmostly it just excites you, thrills you to have him edge you like this without really needing to put any effort at all into it.
Dameron lifts his head to sink his finger deep into his mouth once more, and you tremble as you watch him enjoy it, staring at the way his shoulders seem to relax as soon as your taste is on his tongue, how his face goes soft with it and he almost slumps.
Relief. Genuine, not embellished. He still doesnât say anything after he slowly slides it out and blinks at you, no sugar sweet drawl telling you how amazing you taste, no candied words to make you give in and let him have another go. Youâre both breathing hard at each other, staring, waiting to see who will break first.
Stars, you⊠fucking like this. You want him to keep going, but you canât offer it again. Itâs just too exposing, too revealing to let him youâre actually really fucking enjoying this, you canâtâ
âDo you wâ?â Your voice automatically comes out through the silence without your permission, sounding just absolutely fucking wrecked by this point, but his palm is already slithering back down as soon as you speak, and you make the softest little submissive noise in your throat at him taking immediate initiative like that. Heâs not as careful about it this timeâhis hand finds its target with less frill, his finger slides in quicker, sinking deep into your heat with little hesitation, lighting you on fire from the inside out, and you bite the meat of your thumb to stay quiet.
âFuck, this is so hot,â he suddenly breathes next to your ear while your legs spasm and you gasp brokenly. âThis is soâfuck, pretty baby letting me do this to her, I canât fucking believeââ
Dameron eases a second finger inside you this time, letting you feel that delicious stretch from this angle, unable to lift your legs or shuffle around to help and subsequently resigned to simply experience it the way he gives it to you. Your teeth have probably permanently indented your bottom lip from how hard youâre clamped down, a testament to how much youâre trying to hold back the loud moan you miraculously havenât released yet. Somehow it makes it sexier, not letting him hear you, not having your own noises to drown out the spark of urgency in his voice beginning to peek through.
Shit, itâs too much. You can only let him touch you a few seconds at a time before you feel that familiar tug towards mind-numbing bliss, and the more he does it, the more appealing that feeling then becomes. Itâs teasing you, floating right in front of you and calling into question what could possibly be so bad about just reaching out to meet it? You could. You could cum right now. Whatâs two weeks of pay? You could cum all night long if you want, that is a thing you can doâ
Quickly snapping out of your hypnotic downfall, your trembling hands snatch at his forearm once more, and Dameron, the fucker, drags his fingers slowly over your clit on the way outâ so not accidental, not even close to it this time, but the sensation makes your hips stutter upwards and chase it nonetheless.
âFuck you,â you groan at his audacity, your chest arching as you drop your head back, âI said donât touch myââ but two wet fingers slipping past your lips and onto your tongue muffle the rest of your sentence. Your heart does half a somersault before slamming down early, the taste of your pussy filling your mouth as you automatically start sucking on them.
âNone of that,â Dameron tells you softly, massaging his fingers along your tongue before pressing a sweet kiss under your ear. âBe nice. Iâm being nice.â
You should bite him. Instead, you just close your eyes and mphh weakly around his fingers, your body sagging as you give into it and let him explore your mouth with them, your lower muscles cramping up in painful desperation even when heâs not anywhere near that part of your body right now. Your tongue even comes up to lick between them, swirl around them so soft compared to how hard youâre puffing through your nose.
Dameron slowly inches his fingers out, letting the tips of them rest against your bottom lip for just a brief moment, before his hand is moving again. Not down, but back and around, so he can open his mouth and taste you another way this time.
Shit, you feel like youâre dying. You need air. Your hands clench into fists and you use the back of one to wipe the sweat from the bridge of your nose while he takes his time sampling you like this. If anything, he looks just as blissed out as before, continuing to rub his crotch up against the solid metal between his legs and teasing you with it as much as heâs teasing himself.
âMaker, let me do this for real tonight, okay,â Dameron pants after dropping his fingers from his mouth, sounding like heâs fighting for his breath while you canât find yours at all. Your eyes flick down to watch the way his hand disappears behind the chair to grab the controls and push his cock up against them even harder, how he drops his forehead to your neck like he just canât fucking handle it anymore. âFuck, Iâll shave, Iâll do anything you want, just let meââ
âCum,â you gasp out before you can stop yourself, and thereâs a moment after it where his hips suddenly stutter against the controls, and you both freeze.
Shit. Shitshitshit, did that actually work?
No, you very quickly realize, his body isnât spasming like it would if he finally emptied his load after a month and a half. Heâs just⊠holding there, his head buried in your neck, completely still.
You didnât mean it like that. Well⊠fuck, you did, but you didnât realize youâd be that reckless about it, that upfront about reissuing the challenge.
Dameron pulls back to look at you from the side this time, but itâs too crampedâhe keeps his head turned facing you even as his eyes flick up to the transparisteel to take in the finer details of your features, the thin sheen of sweat on your forehead, and the slightly alarmed way youâre blinking back at him, worried you just shot your blaster at him in the midst of a mutual ceasefire and you fucking missed.
You see the understanding in his eyes instantly fall into place, and itâs not fucking good. Ohhhhhh no, itâs not good. Your chest starts rising and falling rapidly, suddenly registering the position you just put yourself in. Fuck, you didnât thinkâyou saw your opening, so clearly, you didnât have time to think about the consequences.
âD-DameronâŠâ you try your best to placate.
âDonât touch your clit?â He asks quietly, the raspiness of his voice ripping a hole through you while his hand suddenly shoves its way back down your body once more.
âDameron,â you whimper, your heart stuttering in panic as you grasp weakly at his arm reaching between your spread thighs, âDameron, this isâthis is against the r-rulesââ
âYou keep saying that,â he comments, his fingers easily finding the opening in your jumpsuit no matter how hard you flex your thighs against bulky mechanics to try and close them. âHow clearly do you remember the rules? What were the rules again?
You open your mouth to respond but his hand sliding under your panties and down just obliterates any chance you were going to attempt. No words, nothing comes out but a shaky whine as his finger sinks into your soaking heat, going right for the kill.
âCome on, baby, the rules,â Dameron reminds you when you never give him an answer. âTell me. No fucking, no jerking off, andâŠ?â
You suddenly struggle forwards in a last-ditch attempt at preventing the inevitable, hoping you can scoot up enough in your seat to escape his reach from behind. But fuck, your thighs have been shoved wide open for nearly eight hoursânone of the muscles are working the way they should be anymore. Thereâs just enough room in front of you to get there and you probably wouldâve been able to do it at the beginning of the shift, even with his hand between your legs like this, but youâre sluggish and your thighs pull sharp and urgent with the movement. The frantic maneuver enough to veer his fingers off course just slightly, moving one of your lips to the side at an angle, and you keep pushing against the pain no matter how useless it is.
ââNo cumming,â he finishes for you, and his other hand is slithering up under your arm and groping one of your breasts through the jumpsuit before shoving you back tight up against your seat once more, totally helpless against it. âProbably have another fifteen minutes or so before our shift ends. Better hold it in, pretty baby, because this one is all you.â
âThisâthis isnât fair, this isââ The second the slippery pad of his finger presses hard against your clit, youâre biting your lip to cut off a breathless whimper that slips out. âThis is⊠is sabâ sabotageâ â
âOh, I know,â he moans next to your ear, mocking your high plea of distress with a fake, overly sympathetic whine. âFeels so fucking good though, doesnât it?â
Fuck, it does. The build feels like an orgasm in itself, just working your way to it. Youâre already so unbelievably close after just a few seconds of direct stimulation, an obvious consequence of originally agreeing to such a hardcore edging workout. Youâre pouring sweat, so swollen and tight between your legs as you do everything you can to revolt against your bodyâs needs.
âOh fuck, stop touching my clitââ you gasp raggedly, heart thundering in panic while your lower muscles start to immediately seize up, âohâfuckfuckfuckâ Poe, take your finger off mââ
Instead of doing it, his hand just slows down until the tip of his finger comes to a halt, maybe less than an inch over top of it. You still canât catch your breath though, not when you feel yourself throbbing against absolutely nothing, the calloused pad holding perfectly still over the bundle of nerves. The swollen bud still arcs and flares at a steady frequency, building and building, and you choke out a wordless garble, absolutely fucking furious that this is whatâs gonna make you cum.
âDonât make me cum,â you switch up your sentence but not the terrified plead in your voice, the way itâs pitching up and out of control in the dead quiet of space. He doesnât even acknowledge it. âDonât make me cum, donââ
âSay it again,â he prompts instead, and lightning arcs up your spine.
âPoe,â you wheeze, the words coming from you without thought, your fingernails digging into his forearm even as your hips jerk up into his touch, âfuck, donât make me cum, Poeâplease donât make me cââ
âBut itâll be so good,â he counters lowly, and your clit throbs in desperation at the richness of his voice when he speaks like this, saying things from deep in his chest. âItâll be so fucking good when it happens. Stars, youâll feel so much better, wonât you? Cum right now and Iâll give you as many as I can until we have to go home.â
âN-No,â you whine, feeling his teeth scrape at the crook of your neck. âNo, I canâtââ
âCum for me,â Dameron raises his voice, sharpening it into a direct order. âRight now. Come onâ fucking make yourself lose.â
âBut IâIââ you sob, starting to feel your body curl inwards, nearly about to succumb to the burning, the tightening, right on its last breath, âI-I donât want to cumââ
âAnd I donât fucking care,â he hisses while your hands start flexing unintentionally, grasping helplessly at his immovable forearm where it disappears between your legs, the dark hair sliding under your fingertips as you claw desperately at it. âYouâll fucking cum when I tell you to cum and youâll like it, you disrespectful, cock-deprived, bratty littleââ
And then everything goes dark.
No, literally. The stars disappear.
The cockpit is suddenly shrouded in pitch blackness, and youâre almost certain itâs because you pass out, except then Dameron is all but ripping his hand out of your jumpsuit and cursing repeatedly in alarm. You crumple in on yourself, eyes clamped shut and not hearing anything, right at the peak of your ecstasy and ready to soar into the light completely unassisted, your muscles doing all the work on their ownâ
ââshit, theyâre way too closeââ you hear his voice shout, ââwe have to turn the engines onâGold-Ten, baby, turn the fucking engââ
Youâre almost there, youâre almost there, youâre gonna cum, youâre gonna fuckingâ
Your first name, roared out in startling, blinding panic.
You donât often hear it. Just during roll calls mostly, but only if youâre flying with a different squadron and need a new temporary flight designation for the day.  First names hurt. You canât remember a time youâve ever willingly told anybody yours.
Your head jerks up to look at his reflection but something else beyond the transparisteel takes immediate precedence. Your brain takes about two seconds to catch up before thundering terror slams through you and halts your previously inevitable orgasm in its fucking tracks. A runaway train about to launch off its tracks suddenly slamming directly into a megaton force-field of cold, hard fight or flight instincts.
A staggering fleet of First Order ships silently plunging out of hyperspace on all sidesâyour powered-down x-wing stationed right in the middle of the drop location.
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A/N: The long-awaited flashback is here! It's short, but it is here! I hope this can really show the turning point in Jungkook's and MC's relationship and I would love to hear everyone's thoughts. As usual, tips are not required but greatly appreciate. Hope you all enjoy and have a wonderful day/night!
Note: This is a part (specifically a flashback) of The Household's Bunny series, so I recommend reading at least the Prologue before this one
Word count: 3.6k
Pairing: Soft Yandere! Jungkook x Chubby! Reader
Summary: Roommates are bound to have arguments, especially when one of them is as temperamental as Jungkook, but you didn't expect the first argument to get so unbelievably personal.
Warnings: abandonment issues, mommy issues, allusions to past abuse, family issues, crying, yelling, vomiting, panic attack, exhaustion, some soft yandere thoughts, some possessiveness, jungkook is mean and the MC gets a little mean too
There was something so constricting about memories of a shitty childhood. There were times when looking in the mirror felt like searching for the child in you so you could give her the hug she desperately needed. There were times when waking up felt like a check to make sure you were no longer in the home you had to grow up in far too quickly. However, the comfort of being in a different home only came so far when you didn't have anyone beside you or even emotionally available enough to talk to.
You stayed in bed for hours before it felt like a good idea to move, almost waiting for the mirage of change to fade before it brought you back to the gym with your mom or your uncle's apartment littered with whiskey bottles and leaky tear ducts.
Sometimes putting your best foot forward each day felt so hard with all-consuming loneliness clinging to your heels.
You had started your day going through your memory box. Hindsight said that was a poor idea. The box was a sure way to get you into a bad mood. You liked to think you breezed past all the stages of grief, but just because you accepted reality didn't make it hurt any less. The box was a strong reminder of that much as it sat with a melancholic aura. The creme color faded and the thorned vines connected to roses only added to the malicious undertones of its existence to your mental health. It was full of childhood photos, your birth certificate, school achievements, and the last known address your mom had.
Ah, your mom. What a way to bring clouds to your sunny day. You donât know why you put yourself through the turmoil of the memory box. Maybe you were hoping it would be easier by now. You were always wrong. Looking through childhood photos and finding no love in the eyes of your mother when she looked at you and watching the love in your uncleâs eyes fade with your motherâs presence. You got to the fated birthday card, thumb rubbing over the defunct address longingly. You held the envelope in your hand, inspecting the birthday card she sent you. Three words in the repetitive note written on the inside caught your eye, and not the ones you so desperately wanted from her.
Feeling a familiar pressure behind your eyes, you tossed the card aside and stood. It was time to eat, go on a walk, do anything other than this. You found your way to the kitchen and came across a silent and solemn Jungkook. His jaw was clenched, but it felt like it always was around you.
Your relationship with Jungkook so far was not very complicated, in the way it was nonexistent. He either didnât care about talking to you or he actively didnât want to, you really couldnât tell. This didnât stop you from trying, though. Like an idiot.
âIâm making food, did you want any?â You asked from your place seated on the couch, and the silence that was his response for deafening, âOkaaaay.â You sang awkwardly, âI just know that you usually donât eat throughout the day and-â
âAnd what do you know?!â He snapped, blinded by his pure and unbridled, but most important unprovoked, rage of you. Your eyes widened and your body jumped. Holy shit, you had never heard him yell like this, âYou donât know anything about me, or in general, so just stop trying so fucking hard!â He was harsh in his tone and it lit your whole nervous system on fire. What the hell did you do to him?
You shook your head, not sure why he was yelling about, but it made your throat feel like it was going to close, âLook, I was just trying to be polite, but you donât need to talk about me like you understand-â
âUnderstand?! Whatâs there to understand?â He challenged, eyes wide like he was expecting you to say something but he continued, âYouâre some spoiled girl living here rent-free because your precious dad doesnât want to take care of you.â
Your heart caught in your throat as it shattered. He was right, your dad didn't want to take care of you, but not in the way he thought. Why was he doing this? Has he genuinely felt this way all along? Was he just holding in his anger until you poked the bear a little too hard? âYou donât need to yell at me.â You stated firmly and it seemed to only make things worse.
âAnd you donât need to fucking be here in the first place!â He spoke, temper long lost and you could hear his voice mix in with Jungyoonâs, all he needed was a bottle of whisky and a set of calloused hands, âYou didnât need to fucking live here-â
âYou donât know anything about me.â You spat out. Now, you were losing your temper. You could take a beating, but for only so long, especially as an adult, "And it's not like you're paying rent either, so what do you know about me or my living arrangements?" You hissed and you watched his eyes flare, making you nearly regret your provocation.
âNo, but I know how you look naked-â
âFuck you.â You spit the word out at him, something you havenât done to another person for a while âDonât weaponize my work or play a game that you absolutely will lose.â You warned, âI know all about you, and I can use that, because youâve been a star since you were 15, and that sucks, that makes you mad, doesnât it?â Your temper effectively lost as you ripped into the rage-filled man before you, âYet you donât know anything about me, and that must piss you the fuck off, huh?â You stood from the couch, tears building in your eyes before you could stop it.
âI know enough, spoiled rich girl.â He seethed and you laughed humorlessly at this worldwide pop star calling you spoiled and rich.
âNot only are you wrong, but youâre also a poor listener.â You shot back, âIâve told you all before Jungyoon isnât my fucking dad, heâs my uncle.â His mouth opened but you cut him off before he could start, âHe canât stand the sight of me so he travels for work.â Your tears are undoubtedly falling, but you canât stop, âAnd youâre talking to me like this because what? You had a scandal or something?â You gave him his chance to talk and boy, he took it.
âMona told me you know your mom.â His voice was like venom, âSo, why the fuck are you here? You have your blood relatives.â He exaggerated the word like it meant anything to you, âWhy are you here, disrupting our lives, acting like an innocent orphan girl around actual fucking orphans-â
âI never said I was or acted like an orphan!â You exclaimed incredulously before scoffing, âThatâs why youâre mad? Because you never knew your mom and I did? Because I know who my blood family is?â You could laugh at how ridiculous that was, âI know them, so what? Where does that get me?â You looked at him expectantly but he didnât talk, âI knew my mom, and guess what? She just didnât fucking want me.â He was silent, but you still couldnât stop, âIâm sure if your mom couldâve got to know you, she wouldâve kept you, because youâre not insufferable to be around, youâre just a fucking asshole.â You wiped at your cheeks furiously, âBut me? I had 15 years to prove myself and it still wasnât enough. I still wasnât enough. Jungyoon never wanted me either, he got stuck with me and had to cope.â Your voice began to break and you had to take a breath, âI was the insufferable one, so-â You stopped, finally as you regained your sense of reality and watched Jungkook who had an unreadable expression and the realization of the word vomit you spilled out to him hit you like a train as you exhaled quickly, rage in your voice quickly replaced with soft melancholy âI am the insufferable one here, so there.â You shrugged, face a wet mess, âHope that brings you peace.â Your stomach was churning as you turned on your heel, unable to hold in your sobs. You couldnât bear the awkwardness of waiting for the elevator so you opted to take the stairs.
You sobbed louder as the door slammed shut behind you, but you didnât want to linger so you bolted down the stairs, the bile in your stomach signaling that you needed to find the nearest trashcan and quickly. You made it to the ground floor and spilled your guts into the small trashcan. Yelling always made you unbelievably ill, whether it was getting yelled at or yelling, the sickness it made you feel overflowed. The yelling only reminded you of-
You vomited again at the mere thought. You cried harder when you finally finished, breathing becoming staggered as you began to panic.
Fuck, theyâre gonna kick you out, and then youâll be alone again. You lost your temper, people donât like other people who lose their temper. Why couldnât you just mind your own fucking business and leave him be? Youâre stupid. Why do you think youâve been alone all your life? Itâs because people donât want to be near you. Youâre-
âInsufferable.â You mumbled, numb, even if for only a moment.
Sure, Jungkook provoked you, but you knew better. You didn't go to therapist after therapist throughout your adolescence for nothing. You felt as if you set yourself back eons after that outburst. He didn't need to know all that about you, ever. He probably didn't even care to know, and you said it anyway, like you were gunning for gold in the trauma Olympics. You didn't want to minimize his struggles, you just wanted him to shut up and stop yelling at you. You let your eyes flutter closed as you cried. How can you complain about being alone when you're like this?
You donât know how long you stayed there, sitting next to a trash can full of your vomit as you wallowed in your self-hatred. The all-consuming loneliness the boisterous house subdued returning with full force. Jungkook was right. You didnât need to be here. You were only disrupting their routine.
You blew out a sigh as you staggered to the elevator, fully set on going up to your room and crying yourself to sleep after you clean up. You brought the trashcan with you, not having the heart to just leave your puke down there. You thanked your lucky stars when Jungkook was no longer on the second floor as you went to the kitchen and rinsed your mouth before going to take out the trash and take out your burnt oven pizza. Finally, you were headed back up to your floor. You watched the numbers tick by with tired eyes. You glared at the empty trashcan, electing to take it with you instead of making the trip back down to put it back. Surely, they wouldnât need it for a few hours.
The elevator dinged as you grabbed the black plastic bin and then you were met with Jungkook. Relief flashed across his face before irritation settled on it, âWhere the fuck were you?!â He asked hurriedly as you trudged past him, too exhausted to fight. You were running on autopilot the whole way up here, and you couldnât bear another spat.
âI was on the first floor.â Your voice was low, trying to communicate you were done arguing as you lifted the bin as proof. You then set it down and went to your bathroom and began brushing your teeth.
He scoffed, âYou were on the first floor for 30 minutes?â He asked as if he caught you in a lie but you nodded as you rinsed your mouth.
You were down there for thirty minutes? No wonder you felt so tired.
âYep.â You popped the last letter before correcting yourself, âWell, I spent like 10 minutes cleaning up that bin, so not exactly.â
âWhy?â He asked as if you were being ridiculous, as if he wasnât the one on your floor demanding answers.
âI vomited.â You spoke simply and before he could ask, âYelling makes me puke.â You were so blase about it he sighed in frustration.
You walked to your room and froze when you saw your memory box strewn about, and it was like a dam broke all over again. You looked at the photos, at the eager little girl looking for love in places she would never find it.
Old habits die hard.
Before you could even stop yourself, you sunk to your knees in garbled sobs and broken cries, âHey, hey, wait.â Jungkookâs shaky voice did nothing to bring you back to reality as you cried. His hands placed themselves on your shoulder, making you flinch violently, much to his horror.
Fuck, he didnât know how to do this. He didnât know why you were crying, but he knew it was his fault, at least in part. Even if at this moment it wasnât, his outburst surely didnât help. Fuck, heâs so dumb. Fuck, he shouldnât have talked to Mona just moments before seeing you.
The envy of even seeing your own motherâs face ate up at him and he took it out on you. Not to mention that he made you vomit from the yelling. He suddenly felt more like an arrogant asshole than he did before as his hands now hovered over your form and he took a moment to look at your room.
Scattered on the floor were childhood photos and ribbons from competitions. Things Mona kept in her own house, having a whole wall filled with every one of their achievements. Even Jin had a photo album of their things. And you, you kept all these for yourself. You were the only one who cared enough to save these things and he wondered how much you threw away to maintain space in the small empty box. Fuck, he didnât know how to do this.
You sighed shakily, âYou can just go.â You cried, âYou donât have to be here.â You donât know what he could possibly gain from watching you cry.
âI know.â His voice was calm, even, âCan I help you up?â He asked and you wanted to look up at him in confusion but you didn't want him to see your tears.
You both had just ripped into each other, and here he was, wanting to help you. Why would he do that? Why would he stay when he doesn't have to? Why would he want to help you up after a fight?
Too tired to even think about questioning him and no longer angry at him, you simply scoffed, âCan you?â You sighed, not having the energy to stroke his ego and stand up without his help.
You never let people bear your dead weight, not wanting the awkwardness if they couldnât carry you, but right now, you just wanted to lay down.
He snorted lightly, happy to hear anything other than a sob for you, âDonât worry about me, you just cry and mind your business.â He spoke lightly, and the comment made you fight a smile. Then, he lifted you with so much ease, you figured he was trying to show off as he placed you on the bed. He looked at you after he sat on the floor before his eyes caught onto the gold foil of a 16th birthday card. You were wiping at your face as he read the card against his better judgment.
I know you must be confused, and I canât help that. I wish I could pretend to be a mom, but I canât. I canât be your mom, and I never should have tried. It would be best if we forgot each other. I just canât keep pretending, and I know you can see it, even if you donât want to.
Iâm so tired.
-Mom
Now, he felt even more like an asshole. He also felt a little bit angry that your mother could just leave you behind without so much as saying sorry. She wrote like she was a teenager and you were her mother. She obviously didn't put much thought into the seemingly last message to her daughter and it made his heartbreak for you, âThat was the last I heard of her.â You snapped him from his thoughts and he looked at your puffy face, âShe had left months earlier, and then I got that, but she moved before I could try to see her one more time.â There was a distant ache in your words as you looked at Jungkook sitting amongst your memories.
âIs she⊠still alive?â He asked, not sure why he felt the need to know.
âNot sure, but it doesnât make much of a difference, I guess.â You blew out a sigh, before looking at your papers and folded posterboards, âI was cleaning out my memory box, and Iâm not sure why I do it when I know it just upsets me.â You could still feel tears leaking from your eyes as Jungkook picked up a photo of you on your 14th birthday, posed between Jungyoon and your mom. You had a bright smile on your face and they looked at the camera with a tight expression, âYou can really see how much they didnât want to be there, but that's the happiest they look in all of the photos.â
He wanted to say you were wrong, but he could see it. He could see the happy little girl trying to make up for the unhappy adults around her. He knew he shouldâve asked Mona why Jungyoon didnât try to call or visit or why she was so eager to take you in if you knew your family. He shouldâve just known better. Yeah, he understood how it felt to be alone growing up, they all did, but by the time they were all 17 they had a home that wanted them. You were going to graduate from college soon and you still felt unwanted.
No thanks to him.
âIâm sorry.â He blurted and you looked at him with wide eyes, âFor being an asshole, Iâm sorry- and for making you cry. I justâŠâ He shrugged, âYouâre right. I was jealous you knew your mom and I already was suspicious of you and I- Iâm dumb, and Iâm sorry.â He looked at you, eyes a bit glossy and you wondered when was the last time someone apologized for making you cry.
âItâs okay.â You smiled weakly, âYou are dumb, but thatâs okay.â You chuckled when he frowned, but eventually, he also broke into a short laugh, âI think⊠weâve felt a lot of the same things in different ways, so I canât blame you.â He wondered how you could be so forgiving, and he was scared of how many times that has gotten you hurt, âI like living here and I like all of you, so I hope I can get you all to like me too, even if just a little.â
âDonât accept less than you deserve.â He spoke firmly before he started picking up your memory box, putting things neatly back in.
âWh-â
He waved his hands nonchalantly, âYou, sleep, Iâll clean this up and order some food.â He didnât look at you as he said this, mostly to hide his blush, "If...If you want, I can give this to Jin. He has a whole place he keeps our stuff like this⊠he's really sentimental." He stumbled, still refusing to look at you.
However, he jumped when he heard you hiccup a cry. Ready to apologize, Jungkook was just about to turn to look at you until he heard you speak, "That⊠That sounds very sweet of you to do." You wiped a sentimental tear away as the blushing boy remained frozen.
"It's Jin's hobby, not mine." He deflected before waving his hand at you, "Sleep, I said." He frantically demanded.
You could see his ears getting red and you smiled, âYes, sir.â You mocked in your work voice and made him freeze for a moment as you erupted into giggles while he whined, âOkay, okay, Iâll sleep.â
Eventually, you surrendered to your exhaustion as he delicately put away your papers and photos. He hummed lightly, smiling as he came across your debate team awards. No wonder he lost the fight before it even started. He turned around after lifting the box and sighed almost dreamily as he watched your sleeping face. You were beautiful, delicate, and puffy from the tears. He had the urge to keep apologizing for being such an asshole, but after looking through your achievements and your photos, he resolved to just keep proving it.
He wouldnât let you get hurt again. Not by him or anyone, especially your mother, even Jungyoon was on thin ice.
His blood boiled at the thought of your mother for a reason he couldnât understand. His hand extended shakily as he pulled the covers up to your shoulder and you hummed contently, making his heart melt a bit at the little smile you had. He wouldnât fuck up with you again, not like this. He would be nice, at least a little, and first and foremost, he would order food you liked.
He froze.
Fuck, what food do you like?
He relaxed. Well, he could just ask the guys.
Fuck, theyâre gonna ask questions.
Fuck, theyâre gonna kill him when they found out he made you cry.
He looked back at your sleeping form, not having the heart to wake you up. He sighed, looks like heâll just have to bite the bullet. He dreaded each moment as he quickly made an untitled group chat with the guys since you were added to their original one. He could only hope Taehyung wouldnât change the group chat name to something stupid.
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Genshin: University AU [V1]
I love modern au. Or any âeverything is fine, no one died, itâs just a fever dreamâ au. Half of me is thinking, damn maybe I should answer this serious- LOL HAHA no. Thatâs not happening. Time to crack my knuckles and let my brainworms take over again.
Once again, this is 90% crack 10% content. I want to switch up my characters from the last brainworm post but I included Kaeya and Diluc.
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Todayâs appreciation post goes to twistedwishes. Hey! Iâve been seeing you pop up a lot lately and thanks for the support đđ I hope things are going better for you and youâre doing alright^^ I feel kinda bad for making appreciation posts on crack fics but hopefully this is somewhat funny haha.Â
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Genshin: Holding Hands [V1]
Genshin: When youâre cold [V1]
Genshin: Roommate [V1]
Genshin: Royalty AU [V1]
[Masterlist]
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Diluc
Absolute pretty boy who has braincells, but only if Kaeya is not there. In his mind, Kaeyaâs presence makes his room loose 40% of their common sense. He canât prove it just yet but heâs working on it. He majors in accounting but also has a minor in marketing, logisticsâ management, fia- he majors everything business related. Heâs going to become the next Elon Musk through smarts or by getting the competition drunk. There can be no contest if heâs the only candidate. Heâs actually a hard working guy that overworks and stresses way too much. You have daily âDiluc rechargeâ evenings where he just hangs onto you while you go through your day.
âDonât fucking talk to me until Iâve had my coffee,â except there is no coffee - he drinks grape juice out of juice boxes and his only energy boost is when he meets up with you - and thatâs his constant mood. So he usually only hangs around you and Jean, since she has childhood friend status and is actually an angel. By default, Lisa is added and Diluc doesnât mind her but if he seeâs Kaeya, itâs full on war paint mode. If he's not busy with work or studies, he's usually with you either in your dorm or his apartment.
He has a fanclub and he seriously hates it and tries to do everything in his power to get Ningguang to take it down. Shouldnât this be against his rights? But she refuses for whatever reason and makes a whole speech about free will. No matter what he does, someone manages to take a picture and it getâs printed in the universityâs newspaper. The only bonding time he has with Kaeya is every Monday, where they collect and burn all the universities newspapers before anyone can get their hands on it. You always bring marshmallows to make smores during their arson activities.
âWhen I graduate Iâm going to burn this school down to the ground. Thatâs not a threat itâs a promise.â
Ningguang
Is secretly the leader of the Diluc fanclub - not that she likes Diluc, sheâs in a questionable platonic poly marriage with you and Beidou - but it was the easiest way to gain funds for the student council. Which she is the president of, so rip Diluc the fanclub stays. Ruthless business woman I tell you. But she can run in heels so her danger factor rises by at least 20%.
Majors in social sciences and law but more specifically the political science & government. She saw the Imperial State Crown that the Queen of England wears and says yes, thatâs mine now. If sheâs not with Beidou and you planning on âhow to infiltrate the state government just for lolsâ, then sheâs with Keqing, Ganyu, and Zhongli discussing student council things. Should they or should they not tell the student body that they can see everyoneâs search results? Sit back and relax as the school goes into chaos.Â
Sheâs probably the scariest person on campus No, she is the scariest person on campus. Sheâs the scariest person on campus. But secretly sheâs popping 20 aspirins just to make it through a night. She has the digestive system of steel. She still holds the title of "seriously do not try and beat her in a drinking game it's never going to happen" and that's her proudest achievement in life but sadly she canât put it on her resume. Kaeya is still trying to beat her out of spite but so far it hasn't been working. Youâre seriously concerned for her when she getâs challenged but Beidou gives you a way-to-hard slap on the back and cheers her on. If Ninngguang somehow getâs alcohol poisonings sheâll somehow find away to make a profit out of it.
"I'll let him die, I'll get the insurance money."
Kaeya
One day he chugged too much mouth wash, passed out, and somehow woke up in university majoring in law. His idea is that if he is apart of the law, he can therefore stand above it. To be fair, his only goal in life is to say âI am the managerâ and he can go live the rest of his life in bliss or as a hermit. Heâs secret best friends with you but wouldn't be caught dead beside you. He will stab a bitch if you ever get hurt but will still trip you on the way home. Seriously, you have no idea why people find him attractive. Your guess is itâs the eye patch or the clap of his ass cheeks that keeps alerting everyone. Â
Heâs apart of the newspaper club and if anyone asks: No, he has no idea who keeps taking all the newspapers and burns them in the back of the campus. Originally, he joined because he was nosy and needed to join some type of club for his resume. He sometimes feels bad for his junior assistant Amber because he keeps tricking her and says that Diluc is secretly a demon that is trying to steal all the jobs and is apart of the lizard government hell bent on eradicating the human race. He even brought out a whiteboard for this joke, heâs dedicated to his job ok?Â
The type of guy to try and be humble and say his work is âokayâ but will choke a bitch if anyone agrees. He tends to leave everything last minute and says that itâs his drug since actual drugs could land you one year in prison and a maximum penalty of $2,000. You have to awkwardly hold in your concerned mother head shake when you see him speed running his assignment literally right when the professor is walking around to check if students finished.Â
âI was taught how to lead not to read.â
Mona
Broke wallet #2. Zhongli is broke wallet #1 but Childe simps for him so is he really a broke wallet at this point? In this essay, I Mona Megistus, will explain why I have the rights to the title âBroke Wallet #1âł...
Believes that astrology should be an actual career path but refuses to take astronomy as her major. I can read the stars not a textbook that tells me how to calculate the mass of the sun divided by the fucks I give. Instead she went into Philosophy and cries to Albedo, who is an actual prodigy genius- sir lend some braincells to everyone else please?, that her professor keep turning her paper down because âstar readingâ is not an academic source.
Fischl wants her to join the occult club because, surprisingly, Mona is very good at telling peopleâs fates through her crayon sketch ouija board. She thinks first year Fischl is cute but is put off by the cosplay roleplay that she has going on. She would join except that stupid hat wearing gremlin in her lit class would make fun of her if he found out.
You gave her half your lunch one day and bought her a doughnut "because she seemed upset" and "out of the goodness of your heart" whatever the hell that means. She thinks you pensioned it but once that thought comes she takes a bite. Poison from a doughnut is not the worst way to go out, classes are hard enough. Sheâs waiting for the lord to strike her down anyways.Â
âIts not about passing, its about doing better than everyone else.â
Venti
Slept through most of highschool and people question how he got into university. Heâs a music major (wow how fucking original is that), and if anyone asks him to serenade someone or just do anything, heâll do it for the right price. Or if you buy him alcohol because he still keeps getting ID checked. Heâs banking on Kaeya actually becoming a lawyer or being on good terms with Diluc so he can finally stop being arrested for looking like a toddler.
Takes one step into classes and quickly nopes out and goes back to bed. Professors have no idea how he hasn't dropped out or failed. He just has some god given talent. He does whine at you to pretty pretty please with a cherry on top tutor him because you're such an angel and would never leave your poor but awesome best friend hanging right? He needs to get this essay down but how he is suppose to explain how the number 10 is symbolic and connects to the universe or the meaning of life. Do you think he can just say itâs apart of his culture and make up some random myth to pretend it looks like he knows what heâs doing?Â
Heâs honestly going with the flow and put his brain on the back burner all of highschool and only now realizes wait, I actually have to use my brain?
Heâs been banned from most club chats since Venti has the no chill card. Someone says âlol I look ugly today.â and heâll respond "yup, you look like a cow." and he getâs banned. Zhongli keeps a speed run timer on his phone just to document these occasions.
"Sad spelled backwards is das and das how it be sometimes."
Childe
An actual dumbass that somehow does well. He eats sandwiches with the crust off, this heathen. Surprisingly heâs studying to become a physical therapist but most of his experience has come from breaking his own bones. Youâre scared how he's going to be if he actually becomes a therapist. If he'll make bets with his patients or try to one up whatever crazy injury they get into. Everything is a challenge to him that sometimes the best way to deal with Childe is to knock him out.Â
This man really knows the way to a Zhongliâs woman's heart. Through micro transactions. Mona saw him accidently drop $20 and just shrugged and walked off. She has never been both spiritually and physically offended in her life. She did take the $20 though. As much as you hate leeching on Chile when heâs basically a walking wallet that probably uses bills as tissue paper, you canât help but give him puppy eyes while planning on how to get into his will. If he even plans on having one, he might honestly write âwhoever wins in a gladiator style duel in my funeralâs tournament, they will get my fortune.â.Â
Any sport the university offers Childe is probably in it. Which is how he met Zhongli, challenged him to a fight, proceeded to have his ass handed to him, got a backhanded compliment, and screamed to you he was in love and how he found his soulmate. He's secretly very sappy and has cried and watched every Disney and Pixar movie at least 28 times.
"IM NOT TOO SPICY! IâM A TINY BIT ABOVE MILD IF ANYTHING!â
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God if it isnât Scaramouche, itâs Childe that ruins the aesthetic. This is why I hate you. Why do you people enable me like this, it isnât even good. This is pretty much a @ yourself moment and I vibe hard with Venti. This entire post was just to make a joke about the clap of Kaeyaâs ass cheeks alerting the guards.
This week might slow down since I have classes and assignments. My replyâs are gonna be late too, sorry;; (oh and thank you to everyone that was so supportive and nice when I mentioned it. All of you. Beautiful đđ )
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Yandere adult trio: college AU These are drabbles for when they lose their mind and kill the people around you... and kidnaps you
These are going to be a little longer than usual but I hope y'all enjoy it as much as I did when writing it (also im trying out the beta version of the new posting system so lemme know if anything is weird)
Sorry this took me forever bro
CW: murder, blood, physical abuse, alcohol
Hisoka
It's getting quite annoying to be completely honest. He just won't leave you alone, constantly flirting and making passes at you. And yet at the same time he makes fun of you and is actually very mean. It wasn't so bad in the beginning but this is just getting out of hand. You made sure he was aware of this.
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He's looming over you as he corners you against the wall. You refuse to look up at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.
While you aren't looking at him, you can feel him looking at you. You already know he has that annoying grin on his face that makes you want to punch him square in the nose.
He brushes his long fingers against your face, making a quiet humming noise. "Are you ready to give up my pet?"
You ignore his words and slap his hand away from your face. "I need to get to class, move Hisoka."
He frowns though you aren't looking at his face. He opens his mouth to say something when someone from behind him calls out to you. "Hey y/n! Are you okay?"
She walks towards you but before she can get involved you shove the man away and huff. What a nuisance. You turn towards him once you're standing next to your friend and glare at him.
"Leave me alone. It's annoying and it's scaring people. Got it?" Before he can respond you turn on your heels and drag your friend down the hall by her wrist just hoping to put distance between the two of you.
----
You're pretty sure you made it clear that you don't want him near you anymore. But by now you know he doesn't give up so easily. One can only hope that he gets bored of you and finds someone else to bother.
You and your friends went out for brunch earlier, and all was well until Chelsea handed you something. She said that she found it in her bag but it was addressed to you, so you put it in your own bag.
You pour yourself a rum and coke and make yourself comfortable on the couch of your shared apartment. All of your roommates went out for drinks but you were too tired to go out.
After taking a sip of the sweet liquid in your glass, you examine the letter you were given earlier. It's a typical white envelope with your name written in pen. There's no address on it or return address so you assume it was just supposed to be handed to you.
You rip open the letter with your finger and pull out the singular loose leaf paper. It's folded in three sections so you pull it open. The handwriting is messy but in an aesthetic sort of way.
Dear y/n,
I strongly suggest that you go to class 406B in the technical building tonight.
Don't be late or you'll miss the whole party.
10:45 pm - see you then.
I almost forgot, if you don't come I have some revealing pictures of you that I can share with anyone I wish to.
XOXO
This is the strangest letter you've ever received. It's probably a prank by one of your roommates or friends. You've never sent nudes to anyone so obviously they're bluffing.
Though perhaps you should entertain your friends and go. Who knows, maybe there will be drinks. But you are tired... Maybe you'll just go to bed. You peek over to the time on your phone, it's 9:12 pm. Yeah, you'll just go to bed after you finish your drink.
'bzz'
'bzzz'
Who is texting you so late at night? You sit up and realize you fell asleep on the couch. You wipe the drool off of your face and grab your phone with distain for whoever woke you up.
It's a blocked number.
ur late
Late? Late for what? Your phone displays the time, 11:27 pm. Are your friends really this committed to their prank? They must be trying to get Tik Tok famous or some shit. Well you're awake now, you might as well head over there.
----
The moment you step into the building something seems off. If all of the lights including the emergency lights wasn't enough, the ground seems sticky. Though you can't bring yourself to use your phone flash light to see what it is.
Eventually you find the room 406B in the darkness. The door is closed and no lights are on in the room. It seems as if no one is inside. As you reach for the handle of the door, you notice something on the window of the door. You can barely make it out, but there's what looks like a hand print. You chuckle, this must be a prank.
Now feeling a little better, you open the door and step inside. It's too dark to see anything but you can make out some figures in the dark. It must be your friends thinking they're being sneaky.
You roll your eyes and look for the light switch, finding it and switching it on. You squint at the sudden light, and your eyes begin to focus. Which you wish they never did.
There is blood everywhere, on the ceiling, the windows, the floor, the tables... But that's not the most jarring part. Your friends are sitting in chairs, one of them sitting on the ground against the wall.
There is your friend Chelsea, sitting in a chair with her head tipped down. You can't even tell what color her clothes originally were, they're covered in red, a dark dark red. Next to her is Derick, he's sitting the same way except his head is tipped backwards. His eyes are wide and his face is left in permanent horror- expressing the brutality of his end. You can't bare to look anymore, you drop to your knees and cover your face with your hands.
You scream and scream until your voice is hoarse and throat is raw. You're left coughing while you are drowned by your own tears.
"Are you ready to give up yet?" A deep voice asks from in front of you.
You can't stop the flow of tears as you look up at this monster. He's also covered in blood, and some is splattered on his face. He wipes a thumb across his face in the blood, and brings it to his lips. Sobs rack your body, you can't even make sense of this.
Hisoka squats down so you're face to face and grips your jaw bone tightly in his hand. You can feel the now cold substance being rubbed against your jaw by his fingers and it makes you want to puke.
"I got tired of waiting for you." His grin is nauseating, forcing you to stop yourself from puking.
His nails dig into your skin, mixing your own blood with that of your friend's. He brings his face close to yours and in a gentle but menacing tone he croaks, "Let's stop this childish game, alright y/n?"
Illumi
It's easy to miss things when you're caught up with the rush of classes and friends and love. All of the parties and hangovers are enough to satisfy your needs for entertainment and drama in this boring life. If you didn't fill up your daily life with these acts, you would probably sleep every day away until you fell into a coma.
To put it short, you're a busy body. And busy bodies don't have time to stop and look around at what is happening. For example, how were you to notice the key under your doormat was missing, or how your dresser drawers were left slightly open when you know you closed them before leaving. Noticing these small things are definitely not on your agenda.
It's 10 am, Saturday, and you don't have any classes or work today. You're sitting at the kitchen bar, drinking coffee and chatting with your roommate. It isn't often that you have a free day, and sometimes it is nice to have even if you want to get moving. The sun is peeking through the curtains and the aroma of espresso beans is a delight. It's a bit chilly so you have a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. What a peaceful morn-
'BANG BANG'
Your roommate eyes you when someone bangs on the front door, already knowing the events that are about to take place. She rolls her eyes and stomps up the stairs to her room, not wanting to get involved. You always feel bad that your roommates have to listen to this but you're really not sure how to end it.
You take your last peaceful sip of coffee and call out, "Come in!"
Before you can even finish your sentence, he storms inside and slams the door behind him. Your boyfriend of course is mad about something you've done. He trudges towards you and moves the stool next to you out of the way, and leans towards you so his face is next to yours.
"Are you kidding me y/n?!" He yells in your ear, but you don't flinch because you're used to this.
He rips his phone from his pocket and shoves it in your face after pulling up a screenshot. It's a conversation between you and his friend.
"Can't you learn to shut your damn mouth? This is our business and you have no right to tell anyone about it!" He's practically seething with rage.
You take a last sip of coffee and set your mug down on the counter. You continue facing forward and not facing him. "It's not our business, it's yours. And I asked him if it was true that you were cheating on me." You turn your head towards him while grimacing and mutter, "Again."
Ah but you've just lighted a bomb with your words.
His face has gone red and he looks like he's about to explode. You begin wondering why you were ever attracted to him.
"Maybe if you weren't such a prude! I can't even kiss my girlfriend whenever I want, it's ridiculous. You know full well that you're so... so... Ugh! You know what? Fuck you!"
As quickly as he came, he runs out of the house, slamming the door once again.
You whisper to yourself, "Fuck you too."
God he's such a child, you don't even want to be with him anymore. But every time you decide to break up with him he suddenly becomes Mr.Perfect. "I'm so sorry." "I love you." "Let me make it up to you." And then he does make it up to you only to tear down all of his hard work.
----
It's been a few days since your big fight with your boyfriend. He hasn't talked to you at all but this isn't uncommon for him. You promised your roommates that you would break up with him, not just for yourself but for the sake of their peace and quiet.
You texted him a few times while you were at work but he left you on read. He's so petty. So you text him one last time.
Come 2 my place at 8 tonight,
We need to talk
He answers immediately which surprises you.
Can't, flat tire
Come to my place
It doesn't make a difference to you where it is so that's fine. You wonder if maybe he's come to terms with the fact this needs to end. Hopefully so. If there's one thing you want him to be mature about, it's this.
Your shift ends at 6:30pm. You drive home, shower, get dressed, eat something and get ready to leave.
You send one last text,
OMW
It's read immediately but there's no response. Well, it's not like you expected much from him anyway. You drive to his house at 7:45 pm, and arrive around 7:58 pm. All of the lights in his town house are on. He's a few years older than you so he has his own house due to somehow being able to hold down a job. With his anger issues it's hard to believe that he can hold onto anything. Damn, he really is an unattractive person isn't he?
You step out of your car and lock it. Now that you're out of the car you realize that it's very quiet. This is unusual for when you go to his house, normally you can hear music or the sound affects of a shitty video game. But it's silent. Maybe he's waiting for you? He must be taking this well.
You step up the creaky stairs of the house, and knock on the equally as creaky door. No response. Maybe he's sleeping? You peek into the mail box and take out the extra key for the house from it. But when you go to unlock the door, it's already unlocked. This is becoming very strange.
You push open the door and peer into the dark living room. It's not too dark that you can't make out the furniture in the darkness. You step inside and shut the door behind you, it's still quiet. Not quiet, absolutely and undeniably silent. You flick the light on and look around again, nothing seems out of place. It's messy, with empty beer cans and bottles on the ground per usual. The stains on his carpet remain untouched, including the vomit stain in the corner.
"Jay?" You call out into the still atmosphere. Nothing. Is he not home? That can't be, his car is in the driveway.
The sound of his old floor boards being stepped on echoes through the house. What the hell is he trying to pull? You look up the stairs, but it's only darker up there than it was down here. He must be drunk.
Each step you take up the stairs, your heart begins to pound faster. Something feels off, this doesn't feel right. This isn't like your boyfriend, he's simple, he wouldn't try scaring you like this. On the top step, you feel your shoe touch something soft. You lean down and pick it up, and raise it up to your face. A pair of thongs that definitely aren't yours. So that's what's happening. He couldn't even pull himself together for one night.
Your pounding heart is no longer caused by fear but anger. He's cheated too many times to count on your hands, but this time makes you angrier than you've ever been. He's never been in bed with another woman knowing that you were coming over. This is fucking ridiculous.
You stomp towards his room and kick the door open. It's dark but you can tell that there are two people in bed. Your vision has gone red, you've never been this angry in your life.
You don't bother turning the lights on, you storm over to his side of the bed and rip the covers off. Just barely you can make out a woman sleeping next to him. You grab his shoulder tightly and shake him violently to wake him up.
"Get the fuck up Jay! Get! Up!" He doesn't respond, you lean down and yell in his ear like he always does to you. "You're such a childish piece of shit!"
He still doesn't move or speak, for fuck's sake. You stomp back to the entrance of the room and flick on the light. You turn around and begin walking back towards the bed, when you're stopped in your tracks.
Everything is red, but it's not your vision anymore. The bed has been dyed red, and his naked body is covered in it. Your mouths falls open but no screams come out. The woman next to him is splayed out on the bed, naked as well. Covered in red. You look down at the hands that touched your boyfriend, they're also red.
You rush over to the bed and shake your boyfriend again.
"Jay? Jay! Can you hear me?" You put your ear to his chest but you don't hear anything. You put your finger under his nose but don't feel anything.
"Hey! Hey! Wake up! This isn't funny!" Tears stream down your face as you pull him to your chest, cradling him.
Your sobs make it hard to speak and your chest begins to hurt. "J-... Jay... This- isn't-" You gasp between each word, "Funny..."
It's only when you hear a noise coming from behind you that you stop to think about what's going on. It doesn't matter to you though, they could kill you too if they wished.
"People are strange." You turn your head to see where the voice is coming from.
It's someone you don't recognize, he's tall, pale, has long hair, and hypnotizing eyes. Your sobs cease for a moment and you hug your boyfriend tighter to you.
"All of that fighting... You were even coming here to break up with him and yet... You're sad that he's gone?" He makes his way towards you slowly, "I've done you a favor, haven't I?"
He looms over you but all you can do is stand there, frozen by fear.
The man grabs the back of your shirt and pulls you violently from Jay. You try to run back to him, but the man pulls you to him, hugging you tightly. No matter how much you flail in his grasp you can't get away from him. You're left sobbing into his shirt, your body limp in his arms.
"Why?" You manage to whisper.
He holds you to him with one arm and pets your hair with his other hand. "You were miserable. He was making you miserable."
He sighs and kisses the top of your head. What is going on?
"Come on, don't waste your energy on human garbage. I'm here, so it's fine." He states it so 'matter of fact'.
"Who?" Is all you can ask, unable to finish your question.
"I guess I haven't introduced myself yet. Illumi is my name." With ease, he grabs you by your shoulders and lifts your face up to his. "Your future husband."
Chrollo
What more could you ask for? You already have easy college classes, fun parties, a good part time job, great friends, and an amazing best friend. Tonight you're going to hang out with a bunch of friends and have drinks at one of their apartments. It's a pretty normal Thursday night, nothing odd about it.
You're waiting for your best friend to pick you up, he's always there to pick you up on the dot. If he doesn't come early that is. You shove all the essentials into your bag and hear a honk outside. Must be him.
But of course you're always tardy. You lace up your shoes and run out of the dorm room, tripping out of the building. He's watching as you stumble towards the car since one of your shoes is already unlaced. When you finally flop down in the passenger seat he shakes his head with a knowing smile.
"Oh y/n, will you ever be organized?" He asks with amusement.
You click your tongue and straighten out your clothes, "Don't ask such stupid questions."
He turns his body towards you as much as possible and pats his lap. You instinctively know what that means. You hike your foot up above the console and put your foot on his lap. He begins tying your shoe, his smile is unmoving. He's always smiling.
"Chrollo, you don't need to baby me." You roll your eyes and groan.
He laughs and pats your leg, signaling that he's done. "If not me then who?"
You swing your leg back over to your side and buckle up. The two of you hang out a lot. Since you're both going to the hangout tonight, you decided to car pool. But first you're going to go get the alcohol. Everyone has to bring something for everyone, that way you guys can get wasted with no qualms.
You plug your phone into the aux and play your shared playlist. The first song that comes on is "The Cult of Dionysus" by The Orion Experience. Something that he added.
Finally you feel like you can relax, it always feels that way around Chrollo. His presence is just, comforting, in every way. You feel like you can do anything, say anything, ask for anything. He's always there for you with no exceptions and honestly you think you may have feelings for him. But it's a question of are you confusing comfort and friendly affection for romanticism. It's just that he's so perfect, he doesn't have a single flaw. Not one that you've ever seen at least. You probably never will see one of his flaws.
You sink into the seat and sigh.
He looks at you out of the corner of his eye, but quickly looks back at the road. "What's the matter?"
"Oh nothing... Just, everything is good."
He knows you better than anyone, so it's an obvious lie when you say this. "But what?"
Anytime he calls you out, you surrender and tell him everything. "Everything is so great you know." He nods with your statement. "I go to a good school, have good friends, have a good job." This has been on your mind for quite some time.
"Something is missing, you know? The excitement, the... the..." You chuckle and turn towards him and put up jazz hands, "The pizzazz!"
He doesn't turn to look at you but you know he saw you when his smile widens. "I get that. Maybe you just need to step outside of your comfort zone. Do something different."
Do something different? Yeah, maybe that is what you need.
----
All eleven of you are sitting in a circle on the ground, drinking and playing never have I ever. You take a long drink of your Mike's hard lemonade, which is just something to get the night going.
Dina wipes hair from her face and smiles, "Okay okay my turn. So never have I ever.... Uhh." She pops up when she thinks of something, "Never have I ever jumped out of a window."
DJ leans forward and raises an eyebrow, "Okay what kind of window we talking? High up? First floor?"
Dina answers, "Any kind, any kind of window." The majority of you put a finger down which makes the group burst out in laughter.
Your friend Zoey finishes off her bottle and slams it down on the floor. "Let's play something else."
"Like what?" One of your friends ask.
Zoey thinks for a moment, "Like... Truth or dare, spin the bottle. Or maybe eleven minutes in heaven."
Dj interjects, "I think it's seven minutes in heaven, not eleven."
"Oh whatever DJ, they rhyme." Zoey spits back.
Lex answers, "Let's play seven minutes in heaven!"
Of course DJ huffs and rolls his eyes, "What are we? Middle schoolers?"
Guac (which is his nickname) speaks up, "Oh come on, are you shy DJ?"
Finally the quiet Chrollo sitting next to you says something, "I'm not really interested. Right y/n?" He looks at you to back him up.
The group coos at the two of you and someone says, "We get it, you got something going on. The game is just for fun, don't be so serious Chrollo."
Chrollo opens his mouth to say something but you cut him off, "Hey, you told me to do something different. Maybe this is the first step."
His face shows betrayal and you feel a squeeze in your heart.
He stands up and glares at the group, "Whatever." He storms out of the apartment, and everyone mumbles to each other. Chrollo has never acted like this so this is quite a shock to everyone.
In order not to kill the mood you speak up, "Alright, let's pull names out of a hat!"
All of you write down your names on a small piece of paper and put it in a baseball cap. Dina pulls two names out of the hat and of course makes it a dramatic event.
"Alright so first we have the most lovely of people..." She looks at the group like a teacher waiting for an answer from her class. "Gracie!" Everyone claps and she stands up in front of all of you, taking a bow.
Dina pats her thighs rapidly, "Drum roll please!" Everyone obeys her, "The next hot piece of ass is y/n!"
You stand up and curtsey, taking Gracie's hand and leading her to the closet. Dina stands in front of the closet once both of you are inside and grins, "Timer starts now kids." She shuts the door on you two and all of your friends cheer from outside.
Here comes the awkward part. It's too dark to see her expression but you already know she's blushing.
You lean towards her and in a low voice so no one else can hear say, "We don't have to do this if you don't want to."
She shakes her head, and you brush a hand through her dark coils. The both of you giggle when your finger gets stuck in her hair. She leans in for a kiss, but before your lips meet you're interrupted.
The front door is opened and slammed shut, you hear the lock click as well.
"Hey Chrollo, you feeling better?"
"What are you doing?"
"Holy shit, please, what are you doing?!"
"Are you fucking crazy? This isn't funny!"
Something slams against the closet door and Gracie yelps.
"Whoa whoa, we can work something out." They sound desperate
"Back up!" You hear a loud thump and then screams.
"Grab him guys!" It sounds like people are running around, but soon the screams become not those of only fear but of pain. There are gargled pleas and pathetic whimpers for mercy.
You and Gracie hold each other, gripping onto one another for dear life.
Soon the screams, pleas, thuds, gurgling, all of it ends. The apartment goes quiet and you try to silence your heavy breathing.
There's a loud thud right in front of the closet and then the doors are opened abruptly. There Chrollo is, covered in blood, and you can see the bodies of your friends behind him. Before you can react, he pulls Gracie away from you, slams the doors closed and there's another thud.
Gracie's screams are blood curdling, screeches and cries for help. You try to open the doors but something is blocking it, keeping them closed. As her screams get louder you throw yourself against the doors, trying to push whatever is there out of the way.
Before you can even imagine of getting out, the screams fade out into whimpers, and into nothing.
Holy shit holy shit holy shit.
You're given no time to think when the doors fly open and you're face to face with Chrollo. He's blocking out the light and his usually neat clothes are crumpled and bloody. You look down to his hands, a sledge hammer hangs from his fingers, dripping with your friend's blood.
"Ch-Chrollo... Please don't." You whisper.
The sledge hammer drops to the ground and he wraps his arms around you gently. "Oh y/n. I would never hurt you."
He's so gentle with you, so gentle. It almost makes you forget what just happened, because he feels like home. "Why? Why did you do this?"
He steps back and grabs your shoulders, he leans down so he's eye to eye with you. "They crossed a line, a line that should not be crossed."
You begin to speak but he grabs your cheeks with one hand and dawns his usual smile, "You don't need them. You have me." He kisses your squished lips as if it were normal. "Right y/n?"
Slowly you nod, you don't need them. If Chrollo says it, it must be true.
"Good girl."
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The divorced fic was so cute i want to scream. Does Obi have any time to be sad or are Anakin and his little demons always there to distract him from his infinite sadness
so i know most everyone wants to know what anakin does about The Kiss but here's a bit of light hearted angst a year before that (because humanity is inherently whatever but i am inherently evil)
aka
the immediate aftermath of the Router Incident (1.4k)
The night of the day of what will come to be known as The Router Incident starts off with a bang.
Obi-Wan gets home a bit later than normal. Not because his work drags on longer than usual, but because he is, on the subject of all things even passably related to his personal life, a coward.
Itâs been at least ten hours since he left the house with the goddamn wifi router tucked under his arm because Anakin had said something about finding a new place.
As if this isnât the twenty-first century. As if Anakin doesnât have a phone with unlimited data. As if Anakin isnât the sort of person to walk five miles to the nearest coffeeshop with his kids in their stroller, just to use their wifi to email Obi-Wan a series of italicized question marks.
Obi-Wanâs been practicing his apology ever since he got that email. Iâm really sorry, I promise Iâm not a controlling megalomaniac. I just panicked because Iâm not that good at letting go of things. Youâd think Iâd have learned by now, but apparently I only know how to dig my heels in whenever I think people are starting to pull away. Apologies again, life is not a game of tug-of-war, and I promise I do know that.
He practices his apology, of course, but that doesnât mean he doesnât also try to put it off until the last possible moment. When he leaves the building, his car is the only one still in the lot.
Iâm really sorry. Hereâs the router back. I support your decision. Your kids will be great. I know you probably wonât let them see me, because thatâs a bit weird if we donât all live together, and you also donât use social media, which is great because I also donât use social media, but I would have made a Facebook account just to keep up with your family. Itâs meant more than I can say to have something to come home to this past year, and I understand that you canât put your life on hold for a lonely old man like me, and I will endeavor from now on to not impede your search for a new place to live.
No, too needy, he thinks at a red light, dragging his hand over his beard in defeat. He wonât beg Anakin to stay.
He would very much like to beg Anakin to stay, but he hadnât even begged Satine to stay, and he had been in love with her.
He just enjoys Anakinâs company. His presence. Unwinding next to Anakin after a difficult day teaching is one of the things he looks forward to the most.
And this past holiday season, theyâd had a big dinner at his house, filled to the brim with Anakinâs friends and his friends and some people from the local grocery store theyâd met when out shopping together, and it had been so loud and so amazing. Nothing had been left untouched, there had been food on the ceiling (Obi-Wan suspects Leia to this day, but Luke had confessed), there had been leftovers for days.
You canât just give me holidays like that and then take them away, Obi-Wan thinks angrily as he turns into his neighborhood. What will I do next winter, then?
He has to sit in his car for a second after parking, just to calm down. Heâs the one in the wrong, he reminds himself. Anakin has all the right in the world to want to leave. It was never Obi-Wanâs family to begin with.
It was never Obi-Wanâs family to begin with.
When he opens the door, heâs met with the sound of children screaming and crying.
Luke rushes at him and jumps on him with enough force that he reels backwards, almost out of the house. He drops his bag on the floor in order to steady the child.
Luke is bawling his head off right next to Obi-Wanâs ear so itâs very, very difficult to hear what a red-faced Anakin is trying to say.
And then Leia runs up to him, tugs at his free hand until he looks down at her, and then stomps her little foot with a scowl. âI hate you!â she declares just as loudly as Luke is crying, before her tiny face breaks into tears and she runs off.
âOh, for the love of--â Anakin shouts, throwing his hands up in the air and chasing after his daughter.
Obi-Wan, ridiculously hurt beyond measure and without a clue about whatâs happening, goes to sit down on the couch, still gently cradling Lukeâs body to his as the boy continues to weep.
âHush,â he says soothingly. âAnd, ah. Please tell me whatâs gotten into the Skywalkers now.â
Luke only sniffles and rubs his snotty nose all over Obi-Wanâs shoulder.
Well. Itâs laundry day tomorrow anyway.
âDaddy says you hate us,â Luke mumbles, just as Anakin comes back into the living room, notably sans Leia.
Obi-Wan feels his mouth fall open in shock. âDaddy says what?â he asks, very slowly, making dangerous eye contact with Anakin over the top of Lukeâs blond head.
Anakin flushes an even darker shade of red and looks around the room, as if thatâll save him.
âDaddy says we gotta go because this is your house and we donât wanna stay over our, um. Welcome. We canât reproach on your space, which means you hate us.â
âEncroach,â Anakin corrects, which Obi-Wan does not think is the thing that really needs to be corrected. When he tries to communicate this with his eyes, Anakin gulps and says quite quickly, âIâm gonna go check on Leia actually.â
Coward.
âLuke,â Obi-Wan says gently. âYour daddy is just being very, very dumb, a trait I pray with all my heart skips a generation.â
Luke blinks at him, his little eyebrows furrowed and his button nose bright red from all of his crying.
âI donât hate you at all,â Obi-Wan says. âI love both you and your sister very much.â
âThen why do we gotta leave?â Luke complains. âI donât want to go, we could never play Space Pirates and Lava Dragons at the old place, it was way too small.â
Obi-Wan thinks privately that his house, while certainly big enough, is by no means the proper size for how rambunctious the twins get when theyâre playing Space Pirates and Lava Dragons.
âWell,â Obi-Wan hums consideringly. âI donât want you to leave either.â
âYou donât?â Luke asks, eyes wide and hopeful.
Obi-Wan shakes his head. âI really donât. But itâs not my decision to make, Luke.â
âItâs Daddyâs,â Luke concludes, head hanging low. âAnd Daddy wants to go.â
Obi-Wan ignores the way that sentence drives what feels like a knife straight through his heart. âYes, well,â he coughs. âYour daddy wonât do anything he knows you and your sister really donât want.â
Luke looks contemplative. Obi-Wan wonders if he should feel really bad or downright awful for manipulating a child in this way. But needs must.
âAnd he wonât listen to me,â he continues gently, smoothing down the front ends of the boyâs soft hair. âBecause your daddy can be very stubborn when he thinks heâs doing something right.â
âHeâll listen to me and Leia though?â Luke asks, head cocked and eyes bright.
Obi-Wan nods very seriously. âI think he would if you both asked very nicely and thought about a lot of good reasons why you should stay here.â
âI can think of loads! And Leia can think of a ton more probably!â Luke exclaims with renewed energy, launching himself off of Obi-Wanâs lap and up the stairs, ostensibly to their shared bedroom.
Obi-Wan leans back against the couch, equal parts amused, exhausted, and hurt. Heâll need to have a serious talk with Anakin soon. Heâd thought the man knew that his home was his as well. Yes, Anakin still paid rent, an unfortunate but necessary sort of system, but theyâve never been normal roommates. And Anakin isnât a guest who could overstay his welcome.
Heâs. Well.
Obi-Wan doesnât know exactly what Anakin is to him, but he had hoped it was obvious to Anakin at least that Obi-Wan would not ever grow tired of his presence in his life.
So they do have some things to talk about.
But hopefully this means that Obi-Wan wonât actually have to apologize for the router incident, seeing as Anakinâs fuck-up caused much larger waves.
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hey,,,your thoughts and headcanons on indchuran college au đłđłđłđłđł(i am very predictable as per usual)
o-o o-o college aus have my heart so thank you for the ask! These turned out as platonic/general hcs but I hope you like them nonetheless! (also this isnât really associated with any set AU and is separate from the indchuran bros for life AU)
notes: this is based on the little I know about how US colleges/universities work ahahah sorry for any inaccuracies lol
â Theyâre all in the same year, and China and India got put in a dorm together with Iran next door (oh my god they were roommates ;)Â )
â They meet when Roshan heard Adityaâs got a copy of a book they wanted, went over to borrow it, and found Aditya trolling Yao with meme songs while the latter was wearing headphones and trying to study (this is kinda half assed and I donât think itâs funny enough so if youâve got another meeting scenario please do tell đ)
â Yaoâs fashion is a hot mess, per usual. Itâs half lazy college student wear and half blinding eye-strain. Sometimes he still goes edgelord mode and does dark colors and goth attire when heâs particularly annoyed or grumpy (in addition to threatening to evict Aditya/steal all his possessions if heâs bugging Yao); Aditya and Roshan just coo at this.Â
â Roshan dresses very eccentrically. I think itâs called the art hoe aesthetic? They dress like an art student but pick even more outlandish outfits. But itâs elegant in an eye-catching way, and it makes them stand out a lot. They like it and also love the attention it gets them :) also Roshan would be an amazing person to ask for clothing opinions, except that they might criticize your current outfits too much hksdfsdf
â As for Aditya, I donât really have a set image for him really? lol I'd give anything to see him dressed in some kind of academia aesthetic (glasses are a bonus), but I feel like his style is more casual and comfy? just average person casual shirts and hoodies. Still knows how to pick good outfits though, but makes awful decisions when in the wrong headspace (like being Severely sleep deprived)
â Yao either studies a) business b) politics c) game theory d) a mix of all three (overachiever). I think heâd also take some of those like, quantum math classes and stuff just to ~expand his horizons~ and ends up taking enough to get a minor in that. Also absorbs STEM stuff from other people although he never went that route :\
â Roshan studies art history! Theyâre wicked at math as well though, I think theyâd definitely be interested in studying pure mathematics as either a minor or a fun side hobby.
â Aditya minors in literature/creative writing and regularly waxes poetic about life. He also complains about the school cafeteria food in flowery prose. Yao yells at him to just make food himself if itâs so bad, but itâs too much effort đ (this is literally me)
Iâm still undecided on what he majors in, but for now Iâm stealing your hc that itâs biophysics :>
â Yaoâs tried dabbling in stocks as part class project and part personal side hobby;Â one of his professors probably helps him with this, and somehow he gets a lot of money even though he invests in some very questionable things that look like shitpost material
â Courtesy of talking with @luyous, these three competitively study during midterms/finals season. They hardcore compete to get the best grades, even though theyâre in different majors, and literally. the temperature heats up a couple degrees in the dorm when theyâre revising because they all want to âbeatâ the other two đ
â Literally theyâre such bookworms but have a thirst for being The Best đ
â Yao has a shit sleep schedule and both Aditya and Roshan have called him out on this multiple times; Aditya more often because they share a room and itâs kind of annoying when your roommateâs desk lamp is still on at 3 AM while youâre supposed to be sleeping. He eventually bought an eye mask for this but still has to forcibly drag Yao to bed at least once a week.
â Aditya is the resident boomer and tech hoe (although he fools around on the computer more than he does useful stuff) inspiration from you raunak <3
â Roshan and Aditya once tricked Yao into watering a fake plant they bought from Target for a full five months :) They keep a log of the shenanigans on their respective social medias as proof <3
â Roshan has a windowsill with a line of very cute potted plants! Itâs very aesthetic and they show them off to anyone who asks. Donât touch though because the plants are their babies
â Aditya sings very well! Has perfect pitch and all that. Does karaoke nights with friends, drags Yao along even though all he does there is type away on his laptop (and sometimes glances up to simp for Aditya). Often prank calls acquaintances, occasionally with Roshan, because heâs also pretty good at voice acting
â Out of the three, Adityaâs probably the friendliest if youâre a stranger, but it do be hard trying to build a friendship with any of them đ yaoâs condescending to strangers and it takes some time to crack him if you donât come off as quick-witted and smart on the first try, Roshan doesnât really take people they just met super seriously unless they can impress/charm them, Adityaâs flashy but is kinda flaky and sometimes talks down to you and seems to always have something else to do besides hanging out one on one unless you win his respect. Theyâre good with each other though, occasional spats are mostly misunderstandings unless thereâs Too Much miscommunication going on
â Theyâre all kinda legends for academic achievements. Roshan probably got a paper published in some vaunted journal about idk, changing methods of making pottery in ancient Iran or something; Yao has his stocks (and is also kinda rich in the first place so heâs âfamousâ before that) and Aditya probably got an internship or opportunity to do lab work for a cutting edge research thing
â they no-homo each other all the time itâs insane. It doesnât help that theyâre in close quarters (Yao and Aditya being roommates and Roshan right next door) so itâs like, accidentally wearing the otherâs clothes, stealing snacks, so much touching and closeness lol classic pining material
â Yao jokes at least once a day that Roshan is just a parasite of his and Adityaâs dorm, with the amount of time they spend in there instead of in their own dorm, but they sniff haughtily and say that at least their dorm is much more organized than whatever indchu have going on (itâs true; Yao believes in organized chaos and pretends his organization system is having No Organization; Aditya just does whatever he wants and âanyways Iâll find it when I need itâ, Roshan is the only sane one here)
â Roshan drinks tea religiously (all three of them do, but Yao chugs energy drinks sometimes, Aditya binges coffee when needed, whereas Roshanâs solution is tea)
â Theyâre kinda chaotic but itâs fine theyâll make it through uni :)
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The Boy Down The Hall
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RoommateAU (roommate to lovers)
warnings: explicit sex, unprotected sex, cream pie.
requested.
When you first moved out of home to college, you had no idea where you were going to live as most students either lived in the dorms or had already rented a place nearby.
As you walked around the housing area with your two large luggage bags, someone shouted at you at their porch.
âYou look lost! Need a room?!â
That was a year ago, Mark Lee and his friend Jeno were the best roommates you could ask for. Although Jeno did bring back girls from the frat parties he goes to, there will always be Mark who would huddle up in the living room, binge watching netflix at full volume to drown out the noises from Jenoâs room.
The boys held a special place in your heart, youâve watched Mark go through a break up with his highschool girlfriend, Jeno when he injured his foot when he accidentally dropped one of his dumbbells on it when he was drunk.
You had always regarded them as friends, you never dared to stray across that line, even when your thoughts had wandered to unspoken places in your heart. Jeno was always a flirt, throwing pick up lines here and there, but you knew he meant nothing of it. Yet he wasnât the one that was occupying your thoughts at 3am.
It was always Mark. All the times when the both of you cuddled on the couch watching TV had an effect on you, was it even considered cuddling? Just like this moment right now, the both of you are having another Harry Potter rerun.
Mark always found the movies interesting even after watching it for so many times, you wouldâve too, if your heart didnât find Markâs face to be mesmerizing. Although heâs not what girls typically find attractive in campus, you found his quirky and wholesome reactions to everything he sees to be beautiful.
The way he buries his head down onto his hands whenever you drag him to a rollercoaster ride, the way he looks so serious when heâs strumming on his guitar after a shower. These little things he does, was strumming your heartstrings just like his fingers on the guitar.
Leaning onto his shoulder, you snuggled closer into him, trying to focus on the movie after failing more times than you could count. You could feel his muscles underneath his thin shirt, and the way his aftershave smelled, making your head dizzy, and your cheeks heating up.
âWhy are you squirming around?â
âWhat?â
When you looked up from his shoulder, his face was only inches away from yours.
âWhy is your face so red? Are you having a fever?â
Bless Mark and his clueless heart for giving you an excuse to escape.
âYeah, I donât think Iâm feeling too well. Iâll head to bed first. Night.â
âWait, Y/N! â
You left his warm embrace, to the disliking of your body, and ran to your room, slamming the door shut. Your chest heaved up and down, breathing in gulps of air to try to slow your heartbeat down.
That night, you went to bed with your thoughts swimming in your head as you toss and turn in bed, trying to get some sleep that you know would never come.
That incident that happened in the living room has passed a week now, you still have a crush on him, but your emotions were no longer out of control, as long as you distanced yourself from him.
Mark could sense your distancing towards him, but he didnât know what he did wrong to make you this way. Instead of watching movies with him whenever Jeno had his flings around, you opted to head down to the cafe nearby, even by the means of walking in the cold.
On this particular Friday night, as you were going to huddle up in your room, reading the new book youâve gotten, Jeno pops his head in.
âWeâre going to a party.â
You looked at him quizzically, as if he was speaking a foreign language.
âNo weâre not.â
âYes, you are. Stop being a hermit in your room and meet new people.â
âI have nothing to wear, Jeno. Iâll be a laughing stock at your frat parties.â
Jeno dumped a bag on your bed.
âThatâs yours. Get changed.â
You looked into the bag and found a semi low v cut navy blue dress with small little stars all over it.
âYouâre crazy.â
âY/N, you act like a hermit, but you donât look like one, donât act like you donât go to the gym everyday after school. â
â Thatâs from my friendâs sugar daddy, of course Iâll utilise it to the fullest.â
âI canât believe the people working there donât notice scammers on their threadmills.â
âShut up, Lee Jeno. Not everyoneâs loaded like you.â
âAt least Iâm nice? Just go, okay? as a favour to all the food I bought you?â
âFine. Get out, Iâll get changed.â
âI knew you wouldnât say no to a hottie like me.â
You pushed him out of the room and shut the door on him.
When you finished changing and applying the bare minimum make up, you were out of the door.
You stopped in your tracks when you see someone waiting for you outside your room, it was Mark, but not the Mark youâve known. Standing in front of you was a brand new Mark. His hair was styled to show his forehead, he was wearing a black silk button up and dark washed jeans with his usual sneakers.
âMark?â
He looked up, and you swear your heart did a little skip. You stepped a little closer to him, his eyes trained on you. You could smell the scent of his cologne, making you addicted to the musky scent.
âYou look great, Y/N. Really great.â
âYou look good too.â
âFor real?â
âYeah. Iâve never seen you all dressed up before.â
âJeno, made me. I see he managed to persuade you too.â
âYeah, he bribed me with food.â
He let out a small chuckle, a hand behind your back, guiding you out to the living area. His sweet gestures making you crave for more.
âFinally. Took you two forever.â
When you arrived at the party, the scene was wild. Or to you it was.
Jeno guided the both of you to get drinks. Just as you were sipping on your first drink, Jeno pulled Mark away to meet some girl.
You stood there on your own, a bitter taste in your mouth, and it definitely wasnât from the alcohol in your cup. You never had the guts to express your feelings to Mark, even though your eyes always had a sense of longing in them whenever you were with him, he was just too oblivious.
You chugged your cup, refilling it once more, hoping that it will wash away your bitter longing towards your roommate.
As you were on your tenth? Or eight? You donât remember. Someone walked up to you.
âWhatâs a pretty girl like you being here all alone?â
It was Sehun, the famous playboy in his senior year that made a reputation of himself by sleeping with girls and leaving them heartbroken in the morning.
You looked at him, he was handsome, but you have enough problems in a lifetime.
âMy boyfriendâs in the toilet.â
âIâve observed you for a while now, doll. I donât see anyone coming back for you. Let me show you how much appreciation I could show you.â
Sehun was tugging at your arm, dragging you towards somewhere you didnât know.
âStop. Sehun, stop!â
The alcohol in your system was stopping you from fighting back his advances, your mind foggy.
Just as he was about to lead you into a room, someone stopped him.
âGet away from her!â
Someone pushed Sehun away from you, but that person didnât notice Sehun holding onto you, making you fall to the ground, your intoxicated state a blame for your lack of balance.
âShit! Y/N!â
âMark?â
Mark picked you up from the ground as Sehun scowled at the both of you.
âPathetic.â
He said as he walked away.
âY/N, are you okay?â
âYeah, Iâm okay.â
But as you tried to take a step forward, your left foot had a mild ache.
âIâll carry you.â
âNo, Mark. Itâs fine.â
Ignoring your protests, Mark carried you, bridal style.
Mark was going to carry you down the stairs, but he bumped into Donghyuck, a gaming friend of his.
âHyuck, can I borrow your room for a while? My friend injured her leg.â
âInjured her leg? Sure,sure.â
Donghyuck was quirking his eyebrows, suggesting some other activity. You could feel your face heating up from the suggestions Donghyuck was making. You were thankful for the dim lighting in this area.
âIâm serious, Hyuck.â
âOkay, whatever you say, first aid kitâs in the bathroom behind the mirror. And if you ever change your mind, please do it in the bathtub and wash it off after. Not my bed.âÂ
Donghyuck said as he walked away.
âSometimes I question the friends I make.â
Mark mumbled as he walked towards the direction of Donghyuckâs room.
Mark pushed open the door with his back and placed you onto the bed gently. He closed the door and went into the bathroom, coming back with the first aid kit in his hand.
Mark knelt down and took off your left shoe to sprayed something on your leg, he wrapped some bandages for safe measure.
After he finished, Mark took your hands into his, his big starry eyes looking into yours. You were always a sucker for his big doe eyes, one of your favourite features of his.Â
âIâm so sorry for hurting you, Y/N.â
âItâs not your fault Mark. You didnât know. I should be the one whoâs sorry. I made you miss your chance with that girl Jeno introduced you to.
Mark shook his head and let out a chuckle.
âTrust me, Y/N. I have zero interests in her. Sheâs even a slytherin.â
Mark has a grudge against slytherins after his ex, citing that theyâre too complicated.
âI rather hang out with you, my felllow gryffindor. Iâll call Jeno and see when we can leave.â
He stood up and dialed Jenoâs number. You didnât bother listening to what they were saying as you zoned out of reality, trying to calm your beating heart for the sweetheart in front of you.
âFuck, fuck, fuck. I called him while he was fucking. But he said heâll be done in an hour or so.â
Mark said as he sat down on the bed next to you.
âGo get us a bottle of something Mark. Iâm in the mood for a drink. Drink with me?â
You didnât mean to sound breathless, but you just wanted a drink really badly, and the existing alcohol in your system was playing games to your head.
Mark gulped down his nervousness and agreed to find something for the both of you downstairs.
You kicked off your other shoe, grateful for the lack of heels, and laid down the bed.
As you were getting lost in your thoughts, Mark came back with a small bottle of what you assumed to be henessy.
âThatâs some strong stuff you got there.â
âThis is why weâre sharing.â
Mark took a sip from the bottle and handed it to you. He took off his own shoes and climbed into bed next to you, the alcohol in your system giving you the courage to snuggle close to his side as the both of you took turns drinking from the bottle.
It mustâve been forever when Jeno came looking for the both of you, the bottle long empty, with a drunk emotional Mark by your side. As Mark had drank more from the bottle than you, citing that you were barely sober before, heâs the one whoâs completely hammered now, while you were just tipsy, an improvement from all the other times you had drank.
Mark was mumbling incoherently as Jeno held onto his arm over his shoulder, while Jenoâs other hand was held onto yours, insisting that you still had too much alcohol in your system to fend for yourself, to the disliking of Jenoâs fans.
âMark, shut up!â
âJeno, whatâs wrong?â
âHe keeps asking why Iâm holding your hand, and when I say why, he keeps saying donât. Somethingâs seriously wrong with drunk Mark.â
âLetâs just quickly get him into the car. You didnât drink tonight, right?â
âNo.â
After Jeno successfully sat him in the backseat, Mark reached for your hand and told you to sit next to him instead of the front. So you obliged to his request, sitting next to him, his head instantly falls onto your shoulder.
As all of you were halfway to home, Mark suddenly sat up and looked you in the eyes, trying to stable himself as much as possible in his intoxicated state.
âY/N, I like you.â
No, he couldnât. Heâs probably not in his right mind and is just saying that as friends. But you couldnât deny the way your heart sped up at his words. Why does he have to mess with your heart this way?
âMark, donât say things that you donât mean and will forget in the morning.Whatever you want to tell me, say it to me in the morning when youâre sober, not now.â
âBut I do mean it! Iâve liked you since the second month you moved in with us! I mean it, Y/N, every word. Iâm not going to forget this in the morning. Iâll say it a million times.â
Mark then started to repeat that he likes you, each time getting louder. You could see Jenoâs shoulders tensing up at the noise, but the car had already reached the driveway.
You and Jeno carried Mark to his room with no big difficulties.
âCan you get him in the bed properly on your own? Iâm really tired.â
âYeah, sure. Goodnight, Jeno.â
âNight, Y/N.â
Once Jeno left, Mark started acting up again, whining your name.
âOkay, okay. Iâm here now. Remind me not to let you get drunk next time. Who knew you could be such a whiny baby when youâre not sober.â
You said as you took off his shoes and placed his legs in his bed,covering him in his fluffy blanket.
You prepared to stand up when Mark held onto your hand.
âCuddles?â
âI need to get myself cleaned up, Mark. You can have cuddles tomorrow, that is if you still want them.â
You shushed Mark who was acting up again by warning him of a grumpy Jeno next door.
So you left Mark and went back to your own room and washed up for the night. You slipped under your blanket, the warmth welcoming you. Just as you were about to fall asleep, someone slipped into your bed.
One whiff from your nose tells you itâs Mark. When you were about to tell him to go back to his won room, he speaks up.
âI love you,Y/N.â
You chose to not open your eyes as you didnât know how to answer to his drunken love confession, instead you let him cuddle you to slumber, knowing that you were going to regret this in the morning.
When Mark woke up, he was surprised to see himself not being in his own room, then realising it was Y/Nâs room, letting out a breath of air he didnât realise he was holding.
Y/N was sound asleep beside him, her pretty face illuminated by the rays sunlight of sunlight peeking in through the curtains that werenât drawn completely.
Sheâs beautiful, Mark thought to himself.
He observed further, the way your nose perfectly arches, the way your pretty lips are opened slightly, he couldnât get enough of you. His thoughts took him back to the way you looked in that stunning dress last night, all dolled up, but looking at the person beside him right now, he prefers your face without a drop of make up more, the way he sees you on a daily basis, the Y/N that effortlessly made him fall for.
Mark climbed out your bed carefully, hoping his actions wouldnât wake you up. When he got out to the kitchen to get some cereal for breakfast, there were already nutella sandwiches awaiting him, Jeno sitting at the other side of the island.
âIs there something wrong? You only make me breakfast when we have serious talks, did you break something?â
âNo. But we do need to talk. Iâll let you listen to something I recorded last night in the car while you were drunk off your ass.â
Jeno placed his phone on the island and opened the recording app, tapped on last nightâs recording.
Instantly, Mark whining about him liking Y/N from last night was all over the house.
Mark quickly shut off the recording and looked Jeno in the eye.
âWhat the fuck, bro? What if she woke up?â
âThen youâll have the guts to confess. Look, I respect you as an older brother, but this has been going on for too long, itâs high time you should tell her your feelings. Y/Nâs a nice and pretty girl, if you wonât confess by today, Iâm calling Jaemin.â
Jaemin is the kid in Jenoâs department, that has had a crush on Y/N for months now.
âIâll do it. Okay? Happy?â
âEat up, then youâre going to make pancakes for Y/N.â
When Mark went back into Y/Nâs room with the warm fluffy pancakes, she was still fast asleep,the only difference was that Y/Nâs oversized shirt was ridden up to her upper thigh, exposing her beautiful legs.
Mark swallowed down the lump in his throat and pulled the blanket up to your waist. He placed the plate of pancakes on your nightstand and gently shook you awake.
âY/N, wake up. I made you pancakes.â
Y/N roused from slumber at the scent of her favourite breakfast.
âThank you Mark.â
Mark scratched the back of his nape as he sat down on your bed.
âLook, Y/N, what happened last night, the things I said, I really meant them.â
Y/N nearly choked on her pancakes.
âYou remember?â
âJeno made me listen to a recording of me trashing around last night on the ride home. Iâm sorry if it made you awkward, but I do like you, and itâs fine if you donât feel the same, we can still be friends just like last time...
Mark wouldnât meet your eyes as he confessed, stuttering his words here and there, but this is the Mark youâve grown to love.
âI like you too, Mark.â
âReally? But Iâm just...
You shut him up by slamming your lips to his, he was shocked and frozen at first, but slowly reciprocated the kiss, his hands hesitantly placed on your waist as he gently pulls you closer to him.
You let your hands wander up his shirt, testing the waters. Mark took that as a sign to quicken the pace and shimmied his hands under your shirt, but being the clumsy head he is, his hands strayed too far up, fingertips grazed the underside of your right breast.
His touch sent tingles down your spine, a tiny moan escaping your lips. When Mark realised what he had done, he quickly pulled away to apologise.
âItâs fine, Mark. You can touch me.â
You took his hand back under your shirt, cupped his hand over your breast.
As Mark was busy toying with your nipples, you slid his shirt off, interrupting his ministrations. You had seen Mark shirtless a handful of times, but boy isnât he a sight.
âCan I?â He asked as his fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt.
You took it off yourself, in a hurry to feel more of Mark. Markâs eyes were filled with lust as he admires you being topless. You broke off his stare as you climbed on him, grinding on his obvious boner.
âFuck, Y/N.â
âMark, please. I want you now.â
Mark makes a quick action of taking off your panties and his sweats and boxers.
Your eyes darted towards the direction of his cock as his erection hits against his stomach as he freed it from its confines. You took his cock in your hands and started giving him a handjob, getting him lubricated in his own precum. After a few strokes, you put him in your mouth. Mark, being caught off guard from your sudden boldness, lets out a string of moans in between your name.
You bob your head up and down, trying your best to make him feel good, as Mark shut his eyes because of your sudden hollowed cheeks, you sneaked a hand up to cup his balls, making his light thrusts in your mouth stutter its movements.
He was close, but he didnât want this to just be about himself.
âY/N, stop. I want to cum inside you.â
Mark away from your mouth with a satisfying pop. He looked down to see your face covered in spit and his arousal, his need for you increasing by the second.Â
You lay down onto the bed as Mark hovered over you, his eyes boring into yours like a predator to its prey.
Mark opens up your legs, your wet pussy greeting him in delight, he could see how desperate you are for him, the trail of wetness trailing down your beautiful thighs, all just for him. He pushes two fingers into you, the warmth of wetness of your walls greeting him, he could just imagine how good youâll feel wrapped around his length.
Mark shakes his head in disbelief as he witnesses the amount of arousal dripping onto his fingers, he takes both of his fingers out and puts them in his mouth, tasting you.
âFuck, Mark. Thatâs so hot.â
âYou havenât even experienced the full course yet, baby.â
You blush at the nickname Mark have given you, to his liking. Mark leans down to give you a kiss as he pushes himself in, your back arches at the sudden pleasure filled intrusion, Mark scatters kisses across your neck, wanting to take your attention away from the ache.
Mark had to hold back his primal side to give you time to adjust to his length, his mind being clouded by how tight and warm you are.
Slowly, the pain turned into pleasure, you rocked your hips to signal Mark to move. Taking it as a sign, Mark started thrusting into you, slow and deep strokes, it had you whimpering his name in his ear, moans and grunts bouncing off the walls of your tiny room.
âFaster, Mark.â
Mark takes your legs to let you wrap them around his torso, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, definitely leaving marks. Mark pulled out most of his cock, leaving only the tip inside you, and slams back into you.
You scream his name as he snaps his hips against yours, his length constantly hitting your sweet spot because of angle he switched to, your walls convulsing around him, making Mark throw his head back at the heightened pleasure.
You were sure the whole house could hear the sounds of Markâs balls slapping against your ass, the snapping of his hips against yours, and the screams and moans falling freely from your mouth.
âM-mark, Iâm close.â
Mark slips a hand in between your bodies to rub circular motions on your clit, urging you to cum quicker.
âLet go for me, baby.â
One last thrust from his lips with a mixture of your name falling from Markâs pretty lips was enough to push you off the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a bus.
Markâs thrusts stutters and gets sloppier at the way your orgasm fills up your cavern, warming him till the tip of his toes, a wave of pleasure pushing him to his orgasm.
He rides out both your highs as he milks himself into you. As the both of you come down from your highs, he pulls out of you, his cum dripping out of you.
âWhat a sight.â Mark confesses.
Mark uses two fingers to push his cum right back into your dripping pussy, and leaves to run you a bath in your bathroom.
Mark carries you into the bathtub as he strokes your head, making you fall asleep in your after sex bliss, with the boy of your dreams by your side.
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Before Us | Jungkook
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: college!au fuckboy!au bestfriends!au friendswithbenefit!au director!au tattoo!au piercing!au fluff!au smut!au angst!au
Wordcount: 4518 words
Summary: You and Jungkook has been best friends ever since the both of you were just a kid but you never expected to fall in love with him
Notes: I hope you like this fic! I know itâs clichĂš but I canât help it haha, anyways I was hoping to write this into a fic someday but since Iâm not good at writing, Iâll just leave it here as a draft
Masterlist
You were five years old when you first met him
You remember it was one summer when your parents brought you on a vacation along with their business partnersâ family and that is where you met Jeon Jungkook
To be honest, you didnât like him at all when you first met him, he was so full of himself and annoying sometimes
Itâs not surprising that heâs acting like a spoiled child since his family are one of the richest family in the country and he literally can have anything he wants if he just names it
But that wasnât just it, he and his friends, Jimin and Taehyung would always find a wat to prank you whenever your parents were not around
Despite all of that, you tried your best to make amends with him but it was no use, you ended up hating him even more
You honestly have no idea why would he keep bothering you or why is he always so rude around you
You just assume maybe because you were the only girl around here and he just didnât want to hang out with you
But what you didnât know is that Jungkook has the fattest crush on you and he just wanted your attention
Eventually, you got tired and stopped trying and thatâs when things starting to get better
You even got along with the boys and surprisingly, your relationship with Jungkook has gotten so much better
You remember you even cried when you thought you didnât enroll into the same high school as Jungkook
Sometimes your parents would even question if the both of you were in a relationship but you and Jungkook knew very well that it would never happen
You wouldnât say that youâre not attracted to him, it was impossible to ignore that gorgeous boy and the fact that he has tons of admirer waiting in line for him
You never had a crush on him, you thought you did at one point but it turns out that you only find him attractive
You never told him before but you admired him a lot, especially when it comes to his passion, you respected how much effort he puts in towards the things he loves
You remember it was on his 12 years old birthday when his Grandfather gave him a video camera as his birthday present and ever since then, he would bring it along with him wherever he goes
Jungkook loves filming a lot, heâd even put you in his videos just so he could make it into a documentary, at least thatâs what he said
He even attended classes so that he could improve his filming and editing skills
But before you could witness it, the both of you somehow just got drifted away from each other, itâs not like the both of you stopped hanging out with each other, you guys just have a different group of friends to be with
Jungkook became more popular and started to get involved with stuff like parties and sex but you werenât surprised since heâs always so socially involved and outgoing
Just when you thought that Jungkook couldnât get any more attractive, he became so much hotter
He started to go to the gym more often and he started to get more tattoos on his body or you just assume itâs because he became more cocky and confident
It wasnât a lie that Jungkook was undoubtedly hot and gorgeous, even you couldnât deny that he was hot as fuck
Sometimes youâd even catch yourself staring at his biceps while he was working out, it was no doubt that Jungkook has a great body
Although, you never know why he never dated before since girls would normally just throw themselves to him
He only said he didnât like commitments and that itâs easier to just have sex and even though he can be a dick sometimes but he was also a genuinely nice guy
It was no different with you, you used to be this cute little girl that Jungkook used to have a crush on but for somewhat reason, puberty hit you like a truck and you got hot
Youâd even caught Jungkook checking your ass out sometimes, all thanks to the pilates classes you took with your roommate
Youâd be lying if you said you never thought about sleeping with your best friend before, anyone with eyes can see how attractive he is but you never did make a move and neither does he
God, if only you knew how much Jungkook wanted you that way
Ever since he started to get involved with sex, he has been thinking what would it be like to have you under him, screaming his name
It was obvious enough that the both of you were attracted to each other sexually but nothing ever happens
The both of you knew so well that your friendship was way too important to mess around with
You have to admit, itâs hard to hold back when youâre best friend is so damn attractive
Right now, you were trying so hard not to stare at the way Jungkookâs bicep is flexing while he was holding the huge camcorder in his hand
It reminded you back to the day when he told you that he got recruited into one of the most famous entertainment industry and now heâs working here
You were so happy for him and honestly, he deserves it, Jungkook was very talented in the things he does, especially when it comes to video production
As much as you love seeing him with his camcorder, you and Jungkook were supposed to be at Jiminâs party right now but youâve been waiting for him for almost an hour and heâs still hasnât done yet
God, your feet were killing you from wearing the Jimmy Choo heels that Jungkook bought for you on your birthday and you really donât feel like waiting anymore
It didnât take him long to wrap everything up when he saw how annoyed you get
To be honest, if it wasnât for you, he wouldnât be working for an extra hour
You have been distracting him the whole evening with that tight dress youâre wearing, wrapping around your ass so perfectly
When both of you arrived at Jiminâs place, he was already half-drunk
He then pulls you in for a drink before he grabs you in to play beer pong with him
You were sitting on the table beside the boys while watching them playing when Taehyung suddenly suggested that he wanted to play truth or dare
You never really like the game but since everyone is playing, you have not much of a choice but to say yes
Like always, you choose truth and it was Jiminâs turn to ask you âWho do you most want to sleep with, out of everyone here?â
He smirks at the question while he asks as he knew exactly what your answer will be but he just wanted to tease you
You then saw Jungkook was staring at you and you knew exactly what he was thinking since he already knew who was on your mind
Thanks to all the alcohol in your system, you didnât hesitate as you blurted his name âEasy, Jungkookâ
The boys cheered loudly at your answer and you saw Jungkook was smirking at you and god, you wanted so bad to wipe that cocky smirk off of his face
When you thought things couldnât get any worst, it was then Jungkookâs turn and of course, heâd choose dare
You then saw Jimin whispered something to Jhope before he could give the dare, making him smile as he then blurted out âMake out with Y/N for 3 minutesâ
Your heart instantly races at the thought of it when you saw Jungkook walks over to you
God, just when you thought Jimin couldnât get anymore devious, here he is smirking at you, waiting to see the both of his friends eating each other out
The boys started wooing and cheering around as soon as Jungkookâs lips crash on yours
He hungrily kisses you as he pulls you closer to him, grabbing your thigh while giving it a tight squeeze which made you moan into the kiss
You then started rubbing yourself onto him when you felt his dick poking on your thigh
You almost forgot that there were still people around, watching the both of you making out until you heard people started murmuring around
You then quickly pull yourself away from him as you can feel how fast your heart is beating and how warm your cheeks were
Jungkook then smirks at you when he saw how tense you look
God, you wanted so bad to wipe off that cocky smirks from his face but why does it turn you on so much
You knew youâd eventually give in and there is no way you could hold it back, at least not after what just happened
You ended up fucking your best friend in the car and boy, it felt so good
You almost lost your shit when he turns you around, thrusting into you ruthlessly
He was stretching you out so nicely, you still couldnât believe how you manage to stuff that huge cock inside you
Jungkook never thought heâd get to see you like this, to have you under him, screaming his name with his balls deep inside you
God, itâs still hard to believe that heâd get to fuck you like this, his favorite girl
He knows that things arenât going to be the same after this but right now youâre the only thing he can think of
You thought things would be awkward after that night but it turns out you have nothing to worry about
You and Jungkook decided that itâll be easier if the both of you become fuckbuddies
Although, it was quite awkward to do this when you werenât drunk but you decided that youâll make the first move and thatâs when everything started to change
The both of you then became more and more comfortable around each other and started to have more frequent sex than usual
Like now, you were supposed to do some researching in the library but instead, you were hoisted up against the wall by Jungkook as he fucks you mercilessly
âYou like that baby? You like my cock deep inside you?â You were trying to hold back your moans by biting on your lips when Jungkook rubbed his thumbs on your clit
You then slide your hand down to his back as you rake onto his broad shoulder, feeling how his muscle-flexing with every thrust he takes
âJungkook I canât, I have to goâ You whine helplessly when he tries to convince you to get on with him for another round
âCâmon, I promise Iâll make you feel so goodâ God, itâs like no matter how many times you guys fuck, he just canât seem to get enough of you
Honestly, the whole friends with benefits thing were starting to worry him
He was afraid that he might fall for you, he even thought of pushing you away, just like how he did when the both of you were still in high school but he canât afford to lose you anymore
You were the most precious thing to him, you were everything to him
You have always been there for him throughout his toughest time and he couldnât possibly ruin what the both of you already had
But little did he know, he has already fallen in love with you long before he knew it
Your friends werenât blind, they knew what was going on between the both of you and they have been teasing you for so long about how you and Jungkook were head over heels for each other but you knew that wasnât possible
Jungkook hated commitments more than anything and there is no way he would give up all the sex only to be with one girl
Although, you have to admit that youâve been acting strangely around him ever since you caught your roommate sucking his dick
And seeing all those pretty girls that he works with trying to get Jungkook to dick them down didn't help at all and you really didnât want to see any more of that
You were so done waiting for him, he was supposed to be at the gala right now since his parents were having a celebration tonight but as usual, his works keep him away so you had no choice but to go with him
God, you canât look at him anymore and since he was so busy flirting around, you then decided that youâll leave first
Jungkook was so confused when he saw you were leaving
Something was off with you, he didnât know why are you so annoyed at him over these past few days and itâs starting to bother him a lot
God, itâs like thereâs something wrong with you, you knew youâve been acting like a brat around him lately but you just canât help it
Of course, Jungkook wouldnât let you go just like that, heâs been keeping up with your shit for days and he wanted to know why
âYou sure you wanna keep acting like a brat baby girl?â You knew Jungkook was starting to get annoyed by your bratty attitude and you sure gave him a huge headache since youâve been acting like a bitch
âJust leave me aloneâ You tried to shove him away but heâs not having any of that
âOnly if you stop giving me that attitudeâ God, youâve already had so much on your mind and heâs sure is starting to get on your nerves
âMake meâ Your heart immediately races when you felt Jungkook lips crash on yours, kissing you roughly while he grabs onto your thigh, carries you up before throwing you on the bed
âIâm gonna fuck you so hard until you stop giving me that fucking attitudeâ You already know how this was gonna end and itâs not going to look pretty
God, he wasnât lying, you canât even remember how many times he made you came tonight
âMum, donât worry, weâll be there soon, I promiseâ You canât believe Jungkook would actually pick up the phone while heâs rutting into you
You then saw a smirk curve upon Jungkookâs lips when he saw how hard youâre biting your lip while trying to hold back your moans
Tears well up in your eyes when he speeds up his pace, thrusting into you faster
God, heâs fucking you so good that you kept cumming around his cock
Thank god your parents had already left for the gala, it was just you and Jungkook in the house
You canât believe how late it already is when the both of you arrived at the gala
You then glared at Jungkook when you caught him smiling like it wasnât a big deal
But you, on the other hand, was not even though you knew his parents wouldnât mind at all since they were both very fond of you, they even said that they would love to have you to be their daughter-in-law
You were surprised when you saw your brother, Seokjin was here too since you didnât expect him to be home anytime soon
God, you missed bim, itâs been such a long time since you last saw him
âWhy are you wearing that ridiculous dress?â Was the first thing he said, you then ignore all the snickers from the guy and pouted at him
You knew your dress was quite revealing but truth to be told, your brother was just way too overprotective over you
âHey hyungâ Jungkook went in to hug him when he saw him, so does the rest of the guys
Just when you thought Jungkook would drop the conversation that the both of you had earlier this evening, he then brought it up again
âWhatâs going on?â You know he would never drop it if you donât talk to him and you really didnât want to have that conversation now
âLook, itâs not that big of a deal, I just... I accidentally walk in on you and Jinny when you guys were... â
âYou know what? Forget about it, itâs not like youâre not allowed to sleep with anyone you want so...â God, youâve never sounded so ridiculous before
Smiling at your response, he knew he was damned, he only hoped you didnât hear how fast his heart is racing
How did he not realized that he was already falling for his best friend
He thought sleeping with other people would get you off his mind, but it didnât
You were all he could think of when heâs with other girls
Ever since that night, you and Jungkook gotten more intimate with each other
Heâd casually hold your hands in public and heâd showers you with lots of kisses and hugs just because he feels like it
Of course, you were aware of your feelings for him but you never wanted to talk to him about it, you were scared that he might just end things with you if you confess
But you were getting tired of it, girls would flirt with him whenever the both of you went out and they would ask if heâs your boyfriend and you hated it when you say no
Whatâs bothering you, even more, is there was this girl, Ivy, she works with Jungkook and theyâve been spending a lot of time together
Sheâs super pretty and nice, itâs hard to not like her even if you donât want to but you had to admit that you didnât like seeing them together
Itâs obvious that Ivy has a crush on Jungkook and he knew it too
Sometimes youâd wonder if Jungkook likes her since heâs been telling you about how cool the girl is and how the both of them hit it off so well with each other
âDo you like her? Ivy?â It took you a lot of courage but you had to ask
âYeah, sheâs cool and fun, itâs hard not to like her I guessâ You were trying so hard to fight back your tears when you heard what Jungkook said
âLetâs not do this anymore, us being fuckbuddiesâ You finally said it, although it hurts but itâs the right thing to do
âWhat? What are you saying? Is this about Tae? I know both of you have been hanging out a lot these days but you canât tell me that you like the guy?â
You and Tae have indeed been hanging out a lot these past few days but itâs because he knows about your feelings towards Jungkook
What you didnât expect is for Jungkook to react this way
âWhy are you acting up? I thought you said you like Ivy?â Jungkook was confused, how can you not know that heâs in love with you, he was so obvious
âAre you serious right now? I canât believe you would think that I like Ivy, I only meant it as a platonic way, for godâs sake, Iâm in love with you, how can you not see that?â
You were taken aback by Jungkookâs confessions as you didnât expect to hear him say that or that heâs in love with you
âLook, I thought you knew about it if I knew you hadnât known I wouldnât have-â You didnât let him finish before you crashes your lips onto his when he grabbed the back of your neck to deepen the kiss
âGod, you donât know just how hard it is to not be in love with youâ He murmurs out in the kiss which made you blushed
âWell, youâre not the only one who feels that wayâ Your heart races when you saw he was gazing at you with all smiles
God, you really do love the guy
Honestly, Jungkook was everything you could ever ask for, heâs been there for you for your whole life as your family, your friend and now your boyfriend
Things couldnât turn out better than you hoped
Of course, youâve dated before but nothing ever felt like him
Sure, both of you had your ups and downs but Jungkook was always the one who made it up to you even though it wasnât his fault
To be honest, you thought it wasnât possible to be able to love someone so much but he made that happen
âFive years old me couldâve been so proud of myselfâ It still gets you every time to think that Jungkook had a crush on you when you were four
You were supposed to meet up with your friends today but because of your clumsy boyfriend, youâre late
You canât believe that he actually thought baking muffins would be fun, he even messes up the sugar and salt and made a mess in the kitchen
You know he just wanted to hang out with you since the both of you havenât been able to spend much time together lately and he misses you
Even though you really wanted to hang out with your boyfriend longer but your friends would kill you if you bail on them since youâve already made your promise that youâd come
Jungkook has been busy with work these past few weeks and sometimes you donât even get to see him for days
You just assume that maybe he has a lot of work to do but it started to bother when he doesnât even have the time for you anymore
You didnât want to overthink but youâve been seeing him with Ivy together a lot
Even though you know that they work together but you just canât stop thinking about it
You remember there was this one time when you saw Ivy texted him while the both of you were watching a movie at his apartment and he just left, saying that he still has some unfinished work to do
You tried not to let it get into your head but it eventually came to a point where you couldnât stand it anymore
You need to talk to him
You then decided that itâll be much easier to go to his apartment and talk to him but you lost it when you saw Ivy there
Tears started to form in your eyes when you saw Jungkook came out from his room, almost half-naked while tugging down his shirt
âNo... Baby, please listen to meâ You ran away before Jungkook could even get a hold of you
He knew, he knew how much you dislike the girl and yet sheâs there, in his apartment
You know you were being unreasonable right now but you just need to get out of there
It broke his heart to have to see you like this
The last thing he ever wanted is to see you cry
God, you werenât supposed to be here, he was going to ask you to come over tonight so he could celebrate your birthday with you and now youâre not even answering your phone
He has been preparing for this for so long, he was so busy over these past few weeks because he wanted to give you a surprise
He literally spent a whole month making the video for you, it was your birthday gift
It was all the videos that he has been taking of you for all those years ever since he got his first camcorder
You practically sums up his whole life
God, and now he blew it
If only you knew Ivy was just there to help him out with the video
The guys were also there as well, they were at the rooftop helping Jungkook to set up the projector and the screen and some of the stuff that he bought from Ikea
He knew how much you like these kinds of things, you said itâs romantic
He just hoped that your friends would help him to get you over here tonight
You were supposed to be with Jungkook tonight but since you were too stubborn, your friends decided that instead, theyâll bring you out to celebrate your birthday and hopefully youâll stop sulking
You were distracted the whole night as you couldnât stop looking at your phone, hoping that youâll at least get a message from him
Did he finally got tired of you?
The thoughts were slowly eating you up as you felt your tears starting to stream down your cheeks
âOh god Y/N, please donât cryâ Your friends started to get nervous when they saw you were crying again
They were supposed to help Jungkook to surprise you but now you were asking for him
You werenât supposed to see him now but you were crying so much and they have no choice but to bring you over, seeing how upset you are
âBaby why are here?â You couldnât hold back your tears the moment you saw Jungkook and went in for a hug
âHey, itâs okayâ Jungkook then slowly pulls away from you, wiping your tears away âYouâre okayâ He then places a soft kiss on your forehead while caressing your face
âCome on, thereâs something I want to show youâ You were confused when Jungkook brought you up to the rooftop as you have no idea what is going on
You were soon in awe when you saw the rooftop was romantically decorated into a movie theatre
âHappy Birthday babyâ Fireworks started launching in the sky as soon as Jungkook wishes you while he snakes his veiny arm around your waist
âCome hereâ Jungkook then held your hand as he led you towards the couch and pulls you down beside him before he turns on the projector
You couldnât believe your eyes when you saw the video that Jungkook made for you, you thought those videos were far gone but you didnât expect that Jungkook would keep it
âWhy donât you hate me?â Guilt starting to fill you up as you couldnât believe how badly youâve been behaving over these past few weeks only because Jungkook was so busy with your birthday surprise
âWhere is this coming from? I thought I was going to get a kiss after thisâ Jungkook tries to joke with you as he didnât want to see you looking like that
âYou are... I just felt so bad for always lashing it out on youâ Jungkook only chuckle at your response âIâm serious!â You whine only to make him smile at how adorable you are
âBaby, Iâm your boyfriend, not a stranger, and can I please get a kiss already?â You smile at his response as you then lean in for a kiss
Jungkook then took his chance as he pulls you closer to him before you could run away
Honestly, it has always felt like this with him, you thought maybe, just maybe, you had already fallen for him long before you knew it
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Coming Home pt. 2
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 PART ONE || TWO || THREE || FOUR || FIVE || FINALE || BONUS
âThis place looks niceâ Mark said for the third time since we got to Jaehyunâs apartment building
Weâre waiting for Jaehyun to answer the door, deciding to drop by early since Mark wanted to see Chae Yoon.
âHyung can you please hurry upâ Mark said through the intercom, the door opening with a Jaehyun wearing a bright red polka-dot apron and a smile
âWhy do you look like that?â Mark asked the older one
âIâm cooking breakfast for Chae, heyâ he said nodding my way, âSheâs up already?â I said as we enter his apartment
Apart from the furniture he needs there werenât a lot of stuff in his place. The only thing that makes this place look likes itâs Jaehyunâs is the electric keyboard in his living room.
Itâs his hobby; he likes to play when heâs not that busy or just to relieve some stress. It was one of the few things he took from our then shared apartment
âWow hyung, your place looks greatâ
I chuckled at my younger brother who is happily looking around like a puppy exploring a new place, âHeâs been saying that since we rode the elevatorâ I told Jaehyun making him laugh at the younger one
âItâs okay, you want some pancakes?â he asked us, Mark nodding his head in agreement.
At the same time the baby monitor went off, signalling that Chae woke up
âIâll go get herâ Mark said before neither Jaehyun or I say something
âThe door on the leftâ Jaehyun said with a chuckle, my brother already skipping away
âIs he really in college? He looks like a kidâ Jaehyun said from where we has standing, infront of the stove flipping some pancakes
âHeâs my baby forever, let him beâ I say then sat on the stool by the counter
âYou baby proofed the place?â I asked, noticing little details around the room. The electric sockets were covered, sharp corners were covered and no stuff was laying around where Chae Yoon could reach it
âYea, tried as best as I could. The landlord was planning to give me a bigger place with stairs but I told her I have a baby that just learned how to crawl so itâs a big no noâ
âSheâs starting to stand up tooâ I said, making Jaehyun smile a bit
âDonât remind me, I donât know whether I should be happy or sad sheâs growing up too fastâ he answered, setting the cooked pancakes on a plate before putting them infront of me. I took them to the table, while he gathers utensils
âNext thing you know sheâs telling us sheâs going on a dateâ I teased him, the smile was replaced with a frown
âSheâs not allowed to date until sheâs 30â I turned to look at him with a raised brow
âSo youâre that kind of parentâ
âI mean she can date when she can make a decision for herself and make the right judgements, there that sounds better. But you best believe I will be there on her first dateâ his statement making me bust out a laugh
âIf sheâs anything like you then youâd be in troubleâ
âIâm not that bad, Iâve dated like one girl. And that was you incase you forgetâ he said, pointing the spatula at me. I rolled my eyes at him,Â
âSheâll be breaking hearts left and rightâ
âI wasnât like that! what are you talking about?â I canât help but laugh at his reaction
âYea right, I canât even count how many confession you turned down. Do you even remember all those letters they leave in your locker during valentines dayâ I stated, recalling the old memories
âAll those cards and only one says happy birthdayâ
It was from me, it was no secret that people leave gifts by Jaehyunâs locker every year during valentines. No one just ever left birthday gifts from him.Â
âYouâre welcomeâ it was now his turn to roll his eyes
âAt least tell me youâll choose a seat four spaces away from Chae and her dateâ I said, enjoying the conversation we were having
âThree, and theyâre sitting on opposite sidesâ
âWhat are you two laughing about?â Mark asked from behind us, making us turn to him. Our daughter already reaching out for Jaehyun
âWe were talking about Chae going to her first dateâ I said taking a seat on the table while Mark sat beside me and Jaehyun across from us and Chae Yoon on her high chair
âDoes hyung know her little crush over Jeno?â Mark asked no one in particular, I looked over at Jaehyun who has a confused look on his face.
âWhat crush? Sheâs a baby, she doesnât know what that even isâ Jaehyun defensively said making me chuckle
âHeâs talking about how whenever Jeno is around, her eyes just follows him, quite literally too. One time she swatted Mark away from Jenoâ I told him as I cut up the pancake into smaller pieces to give to my daughter
âMaybe she finds him cute, that adorably eye smile and allâ Mark mumbled, the frown on Jaehyunâs face getting more prominent
âStop saying that, youâre going to give Jae wrinkles if he keeps on frowning like thatâ I pointed to the guy sitting across from us
âI was joking! Kind of, I mean she does look at him like heâs the most fascinating thingâ Mark said inbetween chuckles
âOkay enough talks of that, weâll cross that bridge when we get thereâ Jaehyun mumbled, pushing a pancake in Markâs direction to shut him up.
After hanging out at Jaehyunâs place for a couple more hours, Mark needed to go back to university. His friends on their way to pick him up, they all decided to go home for the weekend and carpool together since theyâre roommates anyways.
âNice place hyung, definitely will hang out when I get backâ Mark said as Jaehyun walk us out. Chae Yoon in her stroller hugging the bear given by her dad when she was born
âSure, give me a call when you visit. You already know, call me when you need anythingâ he said directing the second half of his statement to me.
âWill do, come on you still need to packâ I told Mark, saying my goodbye to Jaehyun.
This has been the set up weâve been doing for the past five months, Chae Yoon spends the weekends with him when he doesnât have any work to do. He either drive over to pick her up or I go over to take her.
Itâs been a good system for us. If weâre being honest, we did it for the both of us.
It was hard trying to make something work when we both knew we were already on the edge. Jaehyun wasnât the type to give up, but his actions told me otherwise. Thatâs how I knew we had to call it off.
I canât be the selfish one and ask him to stay when he didnât want to. I knew it was nothing against being a father to Chae Yoon but entirely about being my fiancĂ©. So I made the decision to break it off. It did break my heart, I still have a hard time reminding myself the once promised future of us being together is not there anymore.
But my daughter comes first, above anything. I didnât have a doubt that heâs trying to be the best father to our daughter, and he is. There is no one in this world that loves her the way Jaehyun does.
The moment she was born in this world he was a goner. The way he cried and said a silent thank you to me when they laid tiny Chae Yoon in his arms, I knew she would have someone to love her for the rest of her life.
I also realized I love Jaehyun too much to tie him down like that, it was always a push and pull with him. Back in our high school years, he was the popular but down to Earth kid. He knew people talked about him, he also knew almost no one was immune to his charms. I took pride in the way his eyes light up when he see me in the crowd or the way he always shoots a salute my way before his game starts or the way he canât let go of me after a very long tiring day because he needed cuddles or the way he whispered I love you in my ear in the middle of a party just because he felt like saying it.
Iâve seen Jaehyun in lights that no one ever has, I was with him through the ups and downs. I always tried to catch up with him, I just realized now that I probably never will. I also realized how I never ask why he once never asked me if I was keeping up or was I okay with the steps he was hurriedly taking.
Iâm not mad.
Deep in my mind Iâve always known I loved him more that he loved me. Â
After what felt like the longest weekend ever, I was back at the office. Buried in piles of paper work that needed approval and signatures.
âHey Y/N, the digital artist from Japan is here. You have a meeting with him?â my co-worker, Wendy said. I looked up from the drafts I was currently reading
 âOh heâs here? I thought the design department said they will have an on-boarding meeting with him first?â
âThey said theyâll do it after youâ she shrugged then passed me the folder
âOkay, Iâll be there give me a minuteâ
I stood up from my chair and made my way to the meeting room Wendy told me where the new hire was waiting, âHi, sorry for the wait. I wasnât expecting youâ I told him when I enter the room.
He immediately stood up shaking his head, âItâs fine, I wasnât waiting longâ
âRight well take a seat, the head of our design department recommend you himself so he must trust your work. Weâre glad you could make it hereâ
âYes, well I actually live here I just visited my hometown for a while. Iâm Nakamoto Yuta by the wayâ he said then extended his hand out which I gladly shook
âLee Y/N, Taeyong has told me a lot about your work. Weâre very happy to have you in our teamâ
After the meeting, I was back in my desk tied down to a bunch of paperwork.
I do love my job, I have enough time to focus on my daughter and also grow my career. I was lucky to be given this chance and I wasnât going to let it pass.
After a long a couple of weeks of the same routine: go to work, go home to Chae, take Chae to her dad.
One weekend Jaehyun called that he was on his way up to the apartment, taking Chae back to me after his weekend with her.
âHey Y/Nâ He greeted me with a smile when I opened the door,
âHiâ
âand hello to you beautiful girl, how was your weekend?â I said to the excited little lady who was reaching out for me
âShe was trying to walk all over the place. I bolted every furniture I had in my apartment just to be safeâ Jaehyun answered as he put her stuff in the living room with me following behind him
âOh right I still need to do thatâ
âDo you need help? I can come over some time next next week maybeâ
âNext next week?â I asked
âI have a business trip to Japan this Friday until Tuesday next week. Too bad I canât be with her next weekendâ he explained, I nodded along completely understanding his work schedule
âBy the way is my box of documents still here, Iâve been meaning to get itâ he asked, âItâs probably in the office, I havenât really touched anything there so things are the way you left itâ just as I say it an emotion crossed his face, it went quickly as it came. I almost wouldnât notice if I wasnât looking at him
âThanks, can I?â he asked gesturing to the office at the end of the hall âyou lived here too, goâ I chuckled. He shot me a quick smile before walking in the direction of his old home office.
I was playing with Chae Yoon when I hear Jaehyun call out my name
âWhat is it? You didnât find it?â I asked him when he walked back to the living room
âI did, I was just going to say we have this company party tomorrow. I know itâs very short notice and itâs a Monday but if itâs okay with you, will you come with me?â he asked, eyes staring straight into mine
âMe?â I asked back, I sounded stupid I know but I was just confused why he wanted me to come with him
âYes, youâ he said with a small smile on, a dimple showing slightly. I almost agreed then and there.
âWhy?â I asked sceptically
âWell who else would I ask? I mean you donât have to come if you donât want to, I absolutely understand. And I know you canât leave Chae-â
âIâll comeâ
Even I was surprised by my answer, he looked like he was too.
âOkay, thatâs great. Iâll come pick you up at six?â
âSureâ
We both didnât know where the conversation was going, but suddenly Jaehyun looked behind me. I thought something bad happened but when I turned Chae Yoon was standing up by herself, about to take her very first steps
âOh my god, Jaeâ I whispered, careful not to scare her
âThatâs it baby girl, want to walk here?â Jaehyun calmly told our daughter, kneeling beside me so he could look at her eye to eye
A determined look was etched on Chae Yoonâs face, she put up one foot infront of the other. Still a bit wobbly
âCareful thereâ I mumbled, feeling a bit anxious. Jaehyun must have sensed it because he shot me an assuring smile before looking at our daughter again
âSheâs fine, she can do it. Right, baby?â she squealed then suddenly took many steps straight to where Jaehyun was. She stumbled a bit but Jae had his arms waiting for her ready to catch her if she falls.
The little laughterâs she was letting out was worth everything. Â
âYou did it!â I told her, giving her cheek a little squish. The proudest look on my face, I didnât notice Jaehyun was just staring at me
When our eyes met, a small smile was on his lips
âThank youâ he whispered.
I didnât need an explanation, I already knew what he was saying thank you for.
It was for this little girl who had become the center of both our universe the moment we knew of her existence. The late night drives to the convenient stores when I was craving something, the early morning sickness and terrible nausea, the sudden outburst of tears I had because of hormones, the back pains, the tears, all of that was worth it.
We had a silent agreement, even after all of the things we went through we would gladly do it again if it means weâll end up in this moment right here.
Chae Yoon was, is and forever will be worth all of it.Â
 âOooh how about this dress?â Wendy asked while holding out a yellow flowy dress
âItâs a company dinner, not a picnic. Cute dress thoughâ I said then continued to browse through my closet
âI know, can I borrow this?â chuckling at her question I looked around the row of clothes in front of me
âMaybe I should just cancel, I donât have anything to wearâ
âYouâre standing in the middle of your walk-in closet, what are you talking about?â
Okay maybe I was just looking for an excuse not to come. After thinking about it all night, it just dawned on me now that this will be the first event Jae and I will be attending since we broke up.
I tried so hard to get some sleep but my mind wouldnât shut up.
Also Chae Yoon decided to wake up at 5am, I didnât have the time to put her back to sleep before I needed to go to the office.
And now Iâm here, I asked Wendy for some help to pick out my clothes and look after Chae Yoon while I get ready
âChae Yoon-ah, look at your mommy getting all nervous about her date with your dadâ she told the baby playing with her blocks on the carpeted floor
âItâs not a dateâ
âHe asked you to be his date, Y/Nâ she deadpanned, I was trying to think of an excuse but she had be backed up on a corner with her statement
âNot to sound rude, but why did he ask you?â
âI asked him the same thingâ I mumbled, picking out a long fitted dress with straps and a slit on the leg
âHow about this one?â I asked holding out the dress to show her
âYes that one, perfect. So back to my questionâ
I sighed, putting the dress on the lounge chair, picking out shoes to match with the dress
âHe didnât say why, he just said why notâ
âThatâs a lame answerâ she muttered, making faces at Chae Yoon. The little one giggled, holding her hands to her face.
âItâs just a friendly invitation, he didnât have anyone to ask thatâs probably whyâ
âAre you two sure youâre done?â
Her question made me stop on my spot, for a moment I wasnât sure.
âOf course. Weâve talked about it. He moved outâ
âThatâs not what I mean though, yes he moved out and yes you literally called the engagement off so why are you two acting like this?â
âLike what?â
âAre you serious? Like you two are still together, Y/N. The getting him dinner, driving you home, asking you to be his dateâ
âHeâs Chaeâs father. I canât just completely erase him from my life, whether we mean it or not weâll always be in each otherâs life so we could be there for herâ
âI know that, and you two are doing such a great job at being her parents. But itâs not your job to care for him anymoreâ
âI canât just stop caring about himâ
âYou canât but you donât have to give so much to him when you donât have to anymore. I love you I really do, but donât you think itâs about time to live a life that didnât revolve around him?â
I knew she had a point, what was the use of being broken up when we still do things like this. In my mind I keep repeating that Iâm doing this as a friend.
But I donât really know how to be just his friend.
âI donât mean to pry in your business, I just want you to be happy and guard your heartâ
I shot her a grateful smile, fully understanding that she meant well.
Her words where ringing in my head for the rest of the night, even after Wendy bid goodbye after helping me get ready.
I was just reading a book to Chae when the door bell rang, âLooks like you have a visitor, little ladyâ I mumbled, putting her down. She immediately stood up and tried to walk to the door on her own. Of course I was close behind her, ready to catch her just in case.Â
I opened the door, I swear I doesnât matter how long Iâve known Jaehyun because he can still steal my breath away.Â
He looked good, wearing an all black suit with a white dress shirt. His hair did differently from its everyday style. And of course his most attractive accessory couldnât be forgotten, his smile.Â
âHeyâ he said when I opened the door, he looked down at the baby who is now holding onto his leg
âHey you, are causing trouble running around like that?â he playfully asked Chae then took her in his arms peppering kisses all over her face.
âI think I have to put cushions all over the house at this point, come inâ I told him, holding the door open for him
âI have a few more of those covers you can put on corners of table and stuff like that, Iâll bring it over when I get backâ
âThanks, Iâll just get her bag so we can leaveâ I was leaving her to my neighbor while we go to the party. I packed an over night bag just in case I stay out too late, and in case of any emergency
We walked over the apartment across from mine, waiting for Unnie to open the door
âIs that Chae Yoonie?â she called out from the other side of the door before opening it
âHi- Oh hi Jaehyun, I havenât seen you in a whileâ she said when she saw it was Jaehyun holding Chae Yoon
âNice to see you too, Noona. You sure you can handle her, she can walk nowâ he jokingly said
âI heard! Iâm so excited to see her run around, and you already know I love having her around. Donât worry about it, go enjoy your nightâ She said with a smile on
âHere, all of her stuff is in there. Canât forget about her favorite bearâ I said while handing over her the bag and Chaeâs favorite stuffed toy
âYouâll be good for Unnie, right Chae? Iâll see you laterâ I told my daughter giving her a quick kiss. Jaehyun did the same before passing her to Unnie.Â
âYou two have fun, okay? Byeâ we bid goodbye then made our way to the elevator
We didnât say much, a comfortable silence while we make our way to his car.Â
âThanks by the way, for coming tonightâ he said when we started to exit the parking area and out into the streets
âNo problemâ I answered,a small smile on my face.Â
âYou look great, by the wayâ I just chuckled at his statement, already seeing the redness starting to show on his ears. One thing he can never hide.Â
âThank you, I see you decided to go with the bangs up hairstyleâ
âThe what?â
âYou know, that hairstyle. The Iâm the boss here kind of hairstyleâ I said pointing at his styled hair, he was just smiling at me. probably finding my statement weird,Â
âOh yea? Do I look cute?â he asked making me roll my eyes
âYouâre a dorkâ i muttered, making him laugh out loud
âIâll take that as a yesâ he said then we were back to the comfortable silence.Â
In that moment I realized just what Wendy meant when she asked me are we really done being together
This night so far is not helping me clarify the blurred questions Iâve been thinking about.Â
I just knew I was in it for a long night.Â
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routine and soft eyes
Author: @hazblogs
For: @beyondplusultra
Pairings/Characters: nearmellomatt, mention of lawlight
Rating/Warnings: T, mentions of Melloâs scarÂ
Prompt:Â Wammy House kids sleepover (A, B, L can be included, can be AU)
Authorâs notes: I had so much fun with this !!! soft boisâŠ. thank you to anyone who reads it !!
Mello is positively fuming. Someone (who shall not be named, though if you want to know it starts with âNâ and ends with â-ate Riverâ) just got on top of Forensic Science and Investigative Skills and History of Crime and the Justice System. Those are Melloâs topics. Theyâre the best at these and they always have been (in the two years theyâve studied here. But thatâs long enough, right ?), so the fact that Mister Nobody just came in and stole their turf⊠Thatâs infuriating. To top it all off, the dean did them dirty and assigned someone to the second bed in their room, knowing full well that they need that second bed for Matt. This week is just a pile of flaming shit.
As they swing the door open they are greeted by the beeping sounds usually coming from Mattâs bed, a comforting electronic melody. Matt doesnât even turn around to raise his middle finger to protest against how loud Mello is, but thatâs also common practice around here, so no worries.Â
âHeard you got your ass beat,â Matt says a while later, Melloâs hand carding through his strawberry-green hair. âBy the newbie no less. Howâre you taking it ?â
âMatt, my hand is dangerously close to your eyes and you need those to play on that stupid console. Better not risk it.â
âLike youâd ever hurt me,â Matt grumbles, and the certainty with which he speaks makes their heart pulse just a little faster. Mello is hopelessly in love, arenât they ?
The rest of the evening is quiet save for that same musical background, a welcome white noise as Mello finishes their essay for Writing Comedy. The teacher seems to have some trouble with their rather macabre humour so they try to tone it down for once - rather unsuccessfully.
âAlso heard youâll have a roommate,â Matt continues a few hours later as they prepare for bed - gotta put some moisturiser on that scar like a damsel doing her skincare routine, the doctor said, âor youâll experience how actually painful it can beâ. Talk about being threateningâŠ
âI heard. I can kick them out.â Mello would do it. Without remorse, even.
âI can sleep in your bed too,â Matt offers. âBut only if you promise not to kick me out from under the covers every single night.â
âOkay, first of all, fuck off, and secondly, why the hell would I want someone else to room with me ? Youâre already here. Youâve always been here.â
âAnd I always will be, Mels. Just⊠I think itâs time you get out of your shell a little bit, you know ? You canât keep pretending that talking to me twice every day and ignoring Linda a couple times a week is enough friendly interaction for the little pea inside your coconut.â Mello turns away from the mirror, moisturiser in hand, and sends a glare to Matt who sighs and raises his hands in defeat. âDonât say I didnât try ! Think about it, okay, Mello ?â
They do think about it. The whole night. They donât sleep - itâs not because Matt snores but thatâs the excuse theyâll use. Ever since the accident and the scar, people have usually been too impressed - or scared - by them to even consider starting a casual conversation. Matt was there even before, and he probably always will be, Linda is a weirdo who wants to draw them with a ponytail, and⊠Well, thatâs it. Mello lives for schoolwork, to be the best and hope to right some of the wrongs in this world.
âYo, Mihael,â the dean says when he sees them in front of his office the following morning. Lawliet is a TA at their university, still haunting the dorms. He has a creepy smile under his stupid raccoon eyes and he keeps using Melloâs birthname, like it makes any more sense to call them with that than to call them âxXx_sexy_blondie_xXxâ, or however you pronounce that out loud.
âLawliet. I saw you assigned me a roommate.â
âI did,â he smiles still, like thereâs a joke Mello doesnât get.
âWhy ?â Mello would actually like to know - Lawliet never does anything at random.
âYouâll see when he arrives later today,â is the cryptic answer, and Mello sneers at their stupid fucking dean as they leave for their 8am lecture.
Because yes, multiple things are out to get their skin - though they wonât be deterred.
The day goes by in a flash, Screenwriting and Poetry being two of their most interesting classes, and by the time theyâve finished their Crime Prevision and Prevention homework at the library, the sun is well on its way down. Mello walks slowly to the dorms, enjoying the warm air - itâs still only September and winter hasnât come yet. The music blasting from their headphones is a perfect background to the chill atmosphere, a few bird silhouettes dark against the wonderfully peach clouds. In a few minutes theyâll kiss Matt and theyâll eat a bite, and theyâll sleep knowing theyâre safe now.
When they arrive in front of their room, a few cardboard boxes occupy the entrance. Shit fuck hell, theyâd forgotten the roommate arrived today. All they can see from where theyâre blocked from entering is a white blob of hair on top of baggy clothes, perched on the desk and looking at whatever Matt is playing.
âUh, Iâm supposed to be able to enter my own room,â Mello kind of yells. Only kind of. âWould you please not be a giant stupid bother before I even get your name ?â
âSorry,â the snowball says, not looking sorry at all. âIâm Nate River.â
âBut you can call him Near ! He plays retro games, which isnât⊠letâs say itâs not my strong point, but Iâm sure itâll go well, weâre three whole weirdos with weirdo nicknames !â
Mello blinks. Near is still here. They blink again. Near is still here, looking a little like a frog with his lopsided smile, a hand playing with one of his curls. Mello blinks a third time and doesnât expect Near to have packed his things and go, but that was a close call.
âAre you fucking kidding me,â they mutter. âLawliet is gonna get killed.â
âYou actually know enough about criminology to not be caught, so go you.â Near is smirking. Mello wants to cry. âBut I would advise against it, because heâs dating that twink Light Yagami, the alumni who came last week to give the presentation about the War on Drugs and its consequences. Heâs a police lieutenant now.â
âCalled it !â Matt raises a fist in victory, taking five years from Melloâs lifespan. âAnyway, now that youâre here, please do help us with the last boxes. Weâve been setting up Nearâs compy and itâs revoltingly difficult.â
âI will not- how can you ask me to- Iâm gonna commit arson and this time I promise Iâll succeed !â
âDramatic bitch,â Matt says jovially. âJust come in and drop your stuff, apparently someone from the ADA thing comes tomorrow to make sure the room is accessible with a crutch and to help Near settle in.â
Mello just now notices that Near isnât fully standing up - heâs propped on the desk, a mechanical knee peeking through the bottom of his shorts. This changes nothing - though Mello feels the both grim and hopeful sense of community that disabled people get when they meet. Their ear still works wonky and their eye ? Not the sharpest either. Without talking about all the skin damage, the phantom pain, the- hell no, they wonât get into âreflective modeâ without having eaten dinner first.
Reluctantly, Mello spends the rest of the evening avoiding Near as Matt and them help him settle in, surprised by the small amount of belongings he actually has - most of the boxes he brought are board games and hundreds of little kapla sticks. Is Near planning to recreate the Golden Bridge ? He looks like a nerd, maybe itâll be the Death Star.
Routines are a persistent thing, and before they know it, Near has managed to get a small space - small, they insist - in Melloâs well-oiled machinery. He eats breakfast with Matt, a meal that Mello forgoes entirely, and he goes on unfortunate walks to his PT appointments, because heâs out of money from whatever government organism gives benefits to disabled people and canât afford a cab. Mello thinks they should get into it a little more, maybe call their case worker, because ramen tastes worse and worse when you have it for every meal of the week. And then Near and Matt start talking about something or another, especially topics that annoy Mello, or Near gets a little too close to them while they both work on their assignments at their desk, his elbow barely brushing Melloâs side. It makes them shiver, but they will ignore that, thank you very much.
Another routine - bedtime - has gotten a little different. One single bed is enough for âone person and a halfâ, according to Matt, so the obvious solution to them being three in a two single beds room is to push the beds together.
âAnd now you have a perfect three people beddery !â Matt triumphantly declared. âMello, you sleep in the middle.â
âWhy am I in the middle ?â they protested. âItâs the least comfortable !â
âOh well, we can take turns,â Near had snarked, knowing full well that the first one of them to sleep in the middle would have to accept defeat.
Mello does end up in the middle, Matt cuddled against their left side where the burn is, and Near an ever-closer presence against their right arm. Itâs not as uncomfortable as they expected. Near doesnât snore and he smells like minty toothpaste, a strangely comforting scent that lulls Mello to sleep way more easily than the five thousand melatonin pills they take before going to bed.
Oh well, maybe Lawliet can live a little longer. His boyfriend - Matt saw them kissing through the peephole, itâs official now - wonât have any (more) reasons to put Mello behind bars.
Near gets on top of International Law and keeps wearing strangely baggy clothes everywhere - or well, everywhere but in the dorms. Mello has time to get used to that mechanical knee, even asking a few questions about phantom pains on the days Matt is away and the itching gets unmanageable. Near is quiet like snow but theyâre nothing alike in warmth, grey eyes like molten metal setting on Melloâs face and crinkling in a smile.
And it works wonders. One time they get a bad mark (for their standards) and they even study with Near for extra credit, a presentation about the death penalty that lasts about three quarters of the two hours class. The teacher gives them both full marks and Matt celebrates by crushing them both against his chest, the smell of motor oil and mint so comforting that Mello closes his eyes, just for a little while.
Itâs winter before they have time to think about it, and finals go by in a blur of âno sleep, no food, no distractionsâ. They even manage to end up at the nurseâs office when they faint during the Criminology Theory exam, forced to drink sugar water until the world stops exploding in a million tiny stars when they move their head.
Mello thinks that surviving their last winter exam session ever - they should be able to find a job with a double Masterâs degree in Criminology and Creative writing, right ? - deserves a celebratory nap and they sprawl on the bed as soon as theyâre back from the last stupid oral presentation they have to do about stupid Foundations of Criminal Justice. Near is not in the room - which is weird, because he finished five minutes and thirty six seconds before them - and Matt is away for the day to try and get his internship at the garage, so they have the full three-person bed, and they fully intend to enjoy the luxury.
They enjoy it so much that they fall asleep, only noticing that time has passed because before they blinked, it was day, and it is now very much nighttime. Light giggles fill the room along with the muted light from Nearâs bedside lamp, and Mello takes the time to relish in the quiet atmosphere. Hushed conversation rises from near the desk, giggles and the smell of hot chocolate both making Mello sit up at last.
âLookit you ! Sleeping beauty arises. Though I havenât kissed you yet,â Matt smiles, and he climbs on the bed to press his lips against Melloâs. âLove you,â he whispers as he pulls away and goes back to slump on Nearâs shoulder.
At first, Near felt like an intruder each time Matt kissed them, but heâs become so embedded in their life that Mello doesnât feel any awkwardness anymore - to the point where not including him has become the cause of their inner turmoil.
Because yeah, uh, thereâs that. Near in a tank top and booty shorts, prosthetic being painted on by a very enthusiastic Matt, has become the new image they conjure up each time the need to strangle someone arises. And poof, instant peace. Discreet touches, Near sleeping fully cuddled against their right side now, Matt nosing through Nearâs hair just after heâs washed it because his strawberry shampoo smells divine, Mello even going as far as ruffling Nearâs hair without warning, just to see his little nose scrunch up⊠All that has become routine too, and suddenly the change is too big to go by unmentioned.Â
Theyâve managed to hold on to their feelings until then but as Matt starts talking again, Nearâs smile is a little too tight - though his eyes sparkle, itâs like⊠somethingâs missing.Â
âEmergency mee-ee-ting,â they yawn, the skin around their left eye crinkling up painfully. Near notices and doesnât even ask before grabbing the petroleum jelly tube and throwing it rather inaccurately at their face. See, thatâs what they were talking about, Near has just become⊠there, in the way Matt is there even when heâs asleep in another part of the universe where Mello can only hope to ever go to. âWe gotta talk shit out.â
âAre you over your gay crisis yet ?â Matt asks, eyes calm and open, sipping hot chocolate with noisy slurps that Mello doesnât bother mentioning anymore. His green hair looks more and more red as time passes, which is a strange feat of hair dye conspiracy. âCan we go back to playing ?â
âI havenât even talked !â Mello protests. âI just really think itâs necessary to mention thatâŠâ
They donât know how to continue that sentence. Near is looking at them with something strangely akin to hope, and Matt still has that infuriating openness about him like he just knows Mello so well he doesnât need to be told what they feel.Â
Near doesnât, though, and he matters enough to Mello now for them to want to include him in the little bubble as well.
âI just think itâd be cool if we shared the secret chocolate stash with Near,â is what comes out of their mouth.
Well done caporal, please die of shame now.
âMels, wow, thatâs the most romantic thing youâve ever said !â Mattâs voice drips with amusement - devoid of any mean spirit, they should add, because Matt is the one thing Mello knows is good in this world. And well, maybe thereâs a second one theyâve stumbled on, and they want Near to know that he means a lot to them too.
âI mean it !â Mello whines. âHeâs one of us now. I think we can share.â
âMello. Please realise that Iâve been flirting with you this entire time,â comes Nearâs deadpan answer. âThe time I told you I wanted to braid your hair ? The time I made you sleep and finished the presentation alone because youâd gotten the flu and I hate being sneezed on ? The fact that Matt literally sits in my lap half the time, and only half because the other is spent on your lap ?â
âOkay, first of all, fuck off with me getting the flu.â
âYouâre avoiding my question.â Near looks stubborn, and itâs a good look on him.
When did Mello start to think Near looks good ? âI, uh. I may be slightly romantically obtuse. Has Matt told you the time when-â
â-he kissed you and you thought he wanted to practice smooches for his secret best friend, because of course you wouldnât be his best friend ?â
Utterly mortified, Mello can feel their cheeks become bright red. âWell, uh. Enough mushiness for tonight. Just pass me the chocolate, Matt, Iâm starving.â
Matt giggles and throws a Kinder Egg at their face. Near munches on the leftover shell while Mello assembles the toy, and itâs peaceful - and happy, too, so when Mello raises a hand to their scar they smile still, in spite of their involuntary shiver.
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Dog Days Part 23: Almost Too Easy
((Y/N catches up with Wilford before they have a meeting with the studioâs manager.
This and the next part are both going to be on the longer side. I also feel like I should give a headâs up that there is some gaslighting happening the later conversation. Just one character being all around not okay, but thatâs pretty normal for him.
And here are links to yesterdayâs part and to the series masterlist if you need them.))
You waited until the studio doors closed behind the others, and then a little longer to give yourself time to breathe, to prepare yourself for what might happen next. And still, you had no idea what to say to the man who was still whistling to himself, as though waiting to be invited back into your earlier conversation.
âColonel,â you said, and the whistling stopped.
Wilford looked over at you and beamed. âNow thereâs a name I havenât heard in years! Iâve gone through so many over the years, you know, can hardly keep track of them allâŠWhat did you say your name was, again?â
âWhat?â you stared at him, sure that he must be joking. But as the silence went on too long, you asked, âYou donâtâŠyou donât remember me?â
Wilford approached and leaned on the back of the chair he had been sitting in a minute ago as he studied you. âOf course! You told me your name earlier, it wasâŠDave, right?â
âDave?â you repeated.
âDave!â Wilford plopped down in the chair and leaned toward you again, his eyes bright. âHow have you been? Howâs the wife and kids? See, couldnât be sure, you donât look like a Dave, but something about your face just reminded me of that name, you know?â
âColonel, Iâm not Dave,â you said. âYou told meâŠyou told me how Dave died, remember? Do you remember, we were sitting outside, and youâyou showed me your arm?â
Wilford glanced down at his arm and rolled back his shirt sleeve to reveal the bite mark, still as livid as the first time he showed it to you, when he told you how the ambush on his unit ended with him bitten and his comrade past any hope of saving.
âY-yeah, I rememberâŠâ Wilford said softly, running his fingers over the scars. âGood man, that Dave.â
He blinked hard for a moment before he looked back up at you, and for the first time, recognition seemed to spread across his face. âY/N! Why, I havenât seen you in ages! How have you been, what have you been up to?â
âIâve been trapped in a mirror for decades.â
âWell, thatâs still no excuse not to visit,â Wilford scolded, shaking a finger at you. âYouâre as bad as that hunter, havenât seen that guy since the party. Wonder what heâs been doing.â
âI think heâs been looking for you,â you said, thinking now might not be the time to bring up why. âIs there anyone else from the party that you have seen? LikeâŠâ
âI think that butler and the chef opened up a restaurant together,â Wilford said, scratching his chin. âGood place, fun crowd, you should go there sometime.â
âYeah, Iâve been.â You hesitated, knowing who you really wanted to ask about, but before you got a chance, Wilford was practically in your face, grinning knowingly.
âGo there with someone else?â he asked. âLike on a date?â
âNo. I was stuck as a wolf at the time, and couldnât change back no matter how hard I tried.â
Wilford nodded, as though this was a common problem. âItâs hard to get back into the dating scene after a while. Just give it time, find someone special, youâll work it out. And donât marry just because they have a funny name, believe me, it does not last.â
âYou got married? What about Celine?â you asked, realizing a fraction of a second too late what you had just said.
But instead of becoming upset, Wilfordâs eyes went soft and he said, almost dreamily, âOh, Celine. My heart still beats for her to this day, or as much as it beats for anything. But if she saw me, sheâd probably carve mine out.â
You started to ask why he thought that, only for the memory of that face on the other side of the glass to come to mind, the look of utter disgust on his face before he walked away. So completely different than the man you thought you knew.
You blinked rapidly and focused on your breath, until you felt calm enough to take another shot at getting something close to an answer out of Wilford.
âAt the restaurant, I was with someone else,â you said, trying to ignore the knowing smile on his face. âA man who called himself the Host.â
âLike the game show host?â Wilford asked. âBimâs a bit hard not to recognize, but I can bring him back if you need another go at itââ
âNo, not Bim. He wore bandages around his eyes, and walked with a staff. And he had a voice, that could get other people to do what he wanted. Does that sound familiar to you at all?â
There had to be some kind of connection here. At the park, where the Host had been attacked, you smelled what you now recognized was that magitek thing, Google, and his scent had led you to the disco, to Abe, to Wilford.
But Wilford shrugged and said, âDoesnât ring a bell. Course, it all gets jumbled up, mixed together these days. That Google guy always says Iâd wander off on my own if he wasnât there to keep an eye on me, like I donât do that every other day. You have to, around here, if you ever want to actually have some fun. Why, if it were up to him, Iâd never leave the studio at all!â
ââŠWhy are you here, Wilford?â It occurred to you that Bim had acted as though he had been asked to find somewhere to put Wilford, as though someone had brought him into the studio and only then realized they needed something for him to actually do. You remembered the flyer, the note written on the back of it. âWho asked you to come here?â
He winked at you and said, âSame one who invited you, Iâm guessing. You are a VIP, after all.â
Your mind immediately went to the scent that took you from the park to that flyer, to Google. He worked for the studio, but who did he answer to, really? The Jim twins and Bim both invoked the studioâs policies and rules when talking to himâif he really was just a mixture of magic and technology, then it made sense that he would be bound to some kind of rule system, but he still needed someone to give him orders.
âOh, someoneâs looking thinky,â Wilford said. âAnd thatâs no good for anybody. Youâve gotta trust those instincts of yours, Y/N!â
âIf I did that, I wouldnât even be here right now,â you muttered. âColâWilford, doesnât something feel off about this place to you?â
âMmmâŠno?â Wilford shrugged and jumped out of his chair, as though sitting still for any length of time was completely beyond him. He paced around a bit before adding over his shoulder, âAnd is that what your instincts are really saying? To turn tail and run?â
You started to answer, only to hesitate at the last second. Part of you was wishing that you had taken Chase up on his offer to just leave, to let this lie and walk away, but you knew you couldnât do that. Not when you had found the Colonel again, for the same reason you couldnât bring yourself to just let Abe leave without trying to reach out to him, even though you had every reason not to trust him. Because you could feel the edge of something bigger here, of answers to questions you had been left alone with for far too long.
âMy instinctâs saying someone here knows more than they should, about what happened to us,â you answered, but when you stood up you realized that Wilford wasnât listening to you anymore.
His gaze was distant, fixed on nothing in particular that you could see.
âColonel?â you asked, and when he didnât respond you prodded his arm carefully. âWilford? Is something wrong?â
He jumped, putting several feet in between the two of you as he brushed at his forehead and said, âYes? No, just realized that Bim might be on to something with that lunchtime thing. Positively starving, you?â
Before you could answer, he was already moving toward the studio doors at a fast clip that you could barely keep up with when it occurred to you to try and follow him, and he said, âI have a room here, you know? My name on a star and everything, they bring me my meals on the regular there, I bet itâs already waiting.â
âWilfordââ The name still felt strange on your lips as you followed him out into the hallway, where he paused only briefly before lurching off again. âYourâŠyour meals, they arenâtâYou still eat a lot of meat, right?â
âOf course! I love me my meat, you wonât see me turning vegetarian anytime soon,â Wilford said, pausing at a door that really did have a star and the name âWilford Warfstacheâ on it to give you a wink. âSorry, I just get a little antsy if itâs been a while. You know how it is.â
âYouâre still craving meat,â you said, more of an observation than a question when you could already smell what was waiting for him on the other side of the door. âHas itâhas your condition been a problem? I mean, does it seem to have gotten better at all, orâŠ?â
Wilford opened his door and positively beamed at the stack of slabs of meat piled up on a plate, all of which could barely qualify as medium rare. Someone had bothered with trying to season it, at least, but the smell underneath the spices still made your stomach turn.
âI feel like thatâs something I would rememberâŠâ Wilford mused, the same man who had mistaken you for his dead comrade just minutes ago. You remembered how he told you his hunting kept him well stocked enough to curb the cravings, but you wondered how he had kept that up before ending up here. As your roommates had discovered while trying to feed a wolf, meat was expensive when you werenât out getting it yourself. That the kitchen staff here were ready to send up this kind of meal on the regular suggested that someone else here knew about Wilfordâs condition. He shrugged and asked, âAre you hungry? Iâm always willing to share, and the kitchen staff here can send up moreââ
âNo,â you said quickly, taking a step back from the dressing room. It was one thing to eat that much meat as a wolf, but even then uncooked meat did some bad things to your imagination. âNo, IâmâŠIâm good. Thanks.â
âThey make some excellent desserts,â Wilford offered, but his further mentions of cakes and pies while you could still smell the fresh meat just made your nausea worse. âOkay, your loss. Still, donât be a stranger! I donât want to wait however long itâs been to see you again, do you hear me?â
ââŠIâll try,â you said, and that seemed to be answer enough as he smiled at you before closing the dressing room door behind him. You stood alone in the hallway for a moment, feeling a strange sense of sadness as you looked at the star on the door.
Celine had promised him, once, to help find a cure for the zombie bite that had infected him. That he had been able to stay in control of himself this long was amazing, but you knew from your own condition that just being able to control something didnât mean that it wasnât still a problem. It just meant living with the fear of losing that control.
You tried to shake it off, telling yourself those kinds of thoughts right now werenât exactly helping you or Wilford. Walking back to the elevator, you paused and stared at the up and down arrows, and the directory sign next to the buttons. Chase had said the Jim twins were taking him and Jameson to Studio 5, but you still hesitated to hit the button that would call the elevator. Right now, you found yourself alone and unsupervised in the studio; not a chance you could hope to have very often, or if you rejoined the others.
Inside the elevator, you studied the buttons before selecting the unlit human resources button, just to see where it would take you. Plus, it was near the top where you suspected more of the higher-up offices would be, and someone there might be able to point you in the right direction. Google had said he was going to report to a producer, so maybe it was one of them who hired Wilford. And, if nothing else, being a werewolf did leave you with a talent for eavesdropping from far enough away not to be noticed if you were careful.
Except when the doors slid open on the Human Resources floor, they revealed dark hallways and empty desks, along with a smell of cleaning supplies that hadnât completely banished the musty scent of undisturbed air and dust bordering on decay. A scent that was all too familiar to you. You punched the close doors button, pressing it over and over again until they finally slid shut and quickly selected the next floor up.
Only to have the doors slide open and reveal a set of offices that looked a lot more like you had expected, alongside a surprised-looking woman standing outside waiting to take the elevator.
âWho are you?â she asked, even as her eyes went down to the visitorâs badge hanging around your neck.
âUhââ
âOh, Y/N,â she said, her tone changing quickly. âDid Google send you to the wrong floor? He was supposed to take you to the studio managerâs office himself.â
âManager?â you repeated. âI think I might haveââ
Before you could come up with an excuse, she smiled and said, âDonât worry, this place can be easy to lose yourself in if you donât know where youâre going. Let me show you.â
She stepped into the elevator alongside you and pressed yet another button, except this one did have a label: âID Required.â
âYour badge should work, if Googleâs added you to the list,â she said. âJust hold it up in front of the scanner, and itâll read the code on the bottom.â
Still absolutely baffled as to who this woman was or what was going on, you followed her directions and held your visitor badge up to the black square that until now you had just assumed was for decoration. She patiently turned your hand so that it was facing the correct way, and the elevator gave a different tone before it began moving upward.
âUh, thanks,â you said, but she just shrugged.
âIâm just glad I caught you. I was about to head to lunch, and I doubt one of the editors would even notice someone was wandering around looking for help. And then Iâve got to go have a talk with Wilford, againâŠâ she muttered the last part, pinching the bridge of her nose underneath her glasses and sighing before she seemed to remember someone else was there. âIs this your first time in the studio?â
âY-yes, itâs been interesting,â you answered, trying to figure out how to tactfully ask who this studio manager was and why they wanted to see you without giving away that you still werenât sure why your name had been on the visitor list at all. âIâm guessing youâre one of the producers here?â
âThatâs right, nameâs Kathryn,â she said, sticking out her hand for you to shake just before the elevator doors slid open once again to reveal a large foyer-like area, well decorated with artwork and an expensive-looking rug, even a set of vaguely humanoid shaped statues on either side of the opposite dark oak doors, alongside plants and wide windows to let in the sunlight and show off the rest of the city further below. âHeâll be waiting for you, just go right in. And if you need anything at all after youâre done here, just let me or one of the crew know.â
âThank you,â you said, stepping out into the foyer and walking as far as the middle of the room before the elevator doors closed behind you. At which point, you were free to panic on your own.
This was bad.
Either whoever was on the other side of those doors thought you were someone else who just happened to share the same name, or they knew exactly who you were and had been expecting you.
It wasnât hard to guess which one of those was the worse option, or the more likely one considering Wilfordâs presence here as well.
You looked over your shoulder at the elevator doors and the curtain-like drapes to either side that you suspected, based on the layout of the floors below, hid the door to the stairwell. Either one would be an easy escape back down to the others.
You took a deep breath, in the process realizing that this room had recently been cleaned, or wasnât used often enough for you to be able to pick up the scent of anyone else, familiar or not. A shame, considering the view, and you would have liked to have some kind of idea what you were walking into when you forced yourself to walk toward the set of doors on the other side of the room.
Doors which swung open as you approached, seemingly on their own, to reveal an office on the other side possibly larger and more elegant than the foyer that led into it, if you had been in any state of mind to notice.
Instead, your eyes were drawn toward the desk in the center of the room and the man in a well-tailored suit casually leaning against the front of it who smiled at you and said, in an all too familiar voice:
âHello, Y/N. Long time, no see.â
A snarl escaped your throat as you lunged forward, nails like claws digging into the polished surface of the desk and leaving deep scratches where the man had been just a moment before. Your other senses caught him, and before he could do so much as breathe, you spun around and slammed him up against the wall behind one of the doors, a growl coming from deep within your chest that sounded a lot more like it came from the wolf.
âYou.â It barely came out as a word, as you struggled not to change back right here and now and let the wolf take over everything youâd like to do at the moment.
Only because you wanted to get some answers first, and for that you needed to remain in control and stay human for a little longer, at least.
âMe,â he answered, sounding calm for someone who had a half-transformed werewolf at his throat. Dark eyes studied with you interest, and the heartbeat you could feel underneath your hands was calm, steady, if far too slow. âAlthough Iâm not sure weâre thinking of the same person.â
âI know who you are,â you said, your hand pressing tighter against his neck, forcing his chin up to reveal old scars there and under the collar of his shirt. Scars left by Mark, before he tossed aside this body in favor of a new one that hadnât suffered as much abuse. âDamien. Or am I talking to Celine?â
He smirked. âThatâs aâŠcomplicated question these days. The process of taking this body took its toll on Celine which she hasnât quite recovered from yet, and dear Damien, wellâŠthere are some things you canât walk away from without being changed. Iâm sure you can relate.â
You growled, already suspecting that you wouldnât have nearly enough patience to deal with whoever was piloting this corpse at the moment. Did it really even matter, anymore?
âNo, these days most people just call me âDark,â if they even bother to give me a name. Iâm just the studio manager, after all.â
âDark Entertainment Studios. So they think you named this place after yourself,â you said, but the smirk on his face disappeared when you added, âGuess you and Mark have that in common too, then. Markiplier, Markiplier ManorâŠâ
âDo not compare me to him,â âDarkâ said, anything like humor or fake friendliness dropping from his tone. âI am nothing like that man.â
You laughed, a bitter sound that was far too close to becoming tears. âReally? After everything you did, you want to pretend you have some kind of moral high ground over Mark?â
Dark didnât move, but you felt something grab at your arms, your legs, your chest, a cold darkness that spread from somewhere behind you to wrap you in its tight, choking grip.
âYou know better than anyone else what he did to us, Y/N. He betrayed us all, turned us against each other for his own amusement and then left us to die while he walked away in my body, all because he couldnât handle having his heart broken. He manipulated us, used us, and thenââ
âSo did you!â You strained forward with another snarl, unsure if the way the office around you was fading was because of whatever was holding you back or because you were cutting off your own blood flow trying so hard to break free from it. âHow dare you talk about betrayal and lies?! You left me there, trapped to burn and die over and over again in that mirror for years! Decades! I trusted you, Damien, I believed you, I would have done anything to help you and Celine, and youâŠâ
âNeeded to pay a price,â Dark answered coolly, no trace of emotion in his eyes or face despite your words. âPower requires a cost, and returning us all to the land of the living, you back to your body and Celine and Damien to this one, to get these broken bodies of ours moving again, all of that does not come cheaply, my friend.â
He paused at the pained growl that came out of you and walked away, a moment later the grip the darkness had on you disappearing as quickly as it started. You turned to find him standing on the other side of his desk, glancing down at the claw marks you left before looking up at you again.
âCeline and Damien became consumed by their desire for revenge, to do whatever it took to destroy Mark, no matter how long it took, no matter what it cost. Thus was born me, âDark.â YourâŠbeloved detective has paid a similar price, whether or not he realizes it. And youâŠyou spent your time in the mirror, in your cage of silver, and your price was paid that way.â Dark shrugged easily and said, âItâs one reason I made it a littleâŠeasier for your magician to find you. Once the time was right.â
âYouâwhat?â
Marvin had been looking for you, ever since he and the others found out about your disappearance. He had told you that, told you how he had even gone to the house before and found nothing, but only now did it click into place.
âYou were hiding me from him. You could have let me go at any moment, and instead you kept anyone else from helping me?â
âBecause the priceââ Dark paused as you lunged forward and vaulted over the desk only for your clawed hands to slash at empty air, before he continued from the other side of the room, âHad to be paid. Iâm not your enemy here, Y/N, whatever you may be thinking right now.â
âYou stole my life from me!â
âAfter you lost it,â Dark answered, again moving out of your reach in the blink of an eye. It was the same way Jackie moved sometimes, when he would show up out of nowhere or disappear just as quickly to go out and do his vigilante work. Whatever Damien and Celine had become, you could smell the entityâs influence still at work here. âAfter Mark set you up to die, over and over again in his little game. The cards, the silver bullets, in every way he stacked the deck against you. Not that you were the only one; if it were up to him, he would have been the only one to walk out of that house alive.â
ââŠHe was the only one who came back, after you left,â you said, carefully watching Dark for his reaction. âHe offered to help me get out of the mirror.â
Darkâs eyes narrowed, and for a moment his form became hazy, as though the darkness was back again and swirling around him with flashes of gray and silver like static. âIâm sure he did. You would make the perfect pet then, being bound to pay back your debt to him. A tempting ideaââ
Dark again disappeared and reappeared, but this time you were ready, and it was only the darkness that followed him that held you back as he smirked and continued, âBut it does seem like youâre lacking the training someone like him would prefer.â
Markâs last words came back to you, not that they had ever left you for long since that short conversation.
âIâll come back around, once youâve learned how to heel.â
Dark, studying your face closely, saw the flicker in your eyes, the sting of memory, and he took a step closer to you as he said, âI could have been the one to free you from the mirror. I could have brought you back here, nursed you back to health, left you dependent on me for every meal, for every breath of fresh air and whisper of sunlight until you realized that I was the only one you could ever really trust to come back for you. I could have made you mine, no matter how long it took.â
He was closer now, and a hand went to the side of your face, just close enough to leave a trace of warmth without touching you (or being within biting range).
âBut what did I do instead? I led your friends to you. I watched from a distance as you gathered your strength, as you readjusted to the world. I used Google to leave a trail for you, away from that pointless detour you were going down to Wilford, to here, so that you could come on your own terms, and meet me face to face,â Dark said. âAll because I think, with enough time, youâll understand. That you can be reasoned with, that youâre not some wild animal that needs to be caged until youâre tamed. Believe me when I say that Mark would not have exchanged the same courtesy, if he had been able to get to you.â
You lunged backward, either breaking the grip the shadow had on you or being let go to keep your distance from Dark, even though you knew this room wasnât nearly big enough to give you all the distance you wanted right now. âAnd what, you expect me to be grateful? Like the fact that you had a chance to be even worse and didnât take it somehow undoes everything else youâve done?â
You paced back and forth along the side wall of the office, oblivious to the window and view as you passed, to the paintings and the fake plant in the corner because nothing living could survive in this room with him and whatever it was that surrounded him, that toxic air that tore at the back of your mind and, for a moment, made you feel like you were back in the house, back to pacing the floor of a hollow reflection, where your body wanted nothing more than to change to the wolf and the safety and security that form provided.
Your fists clenched, forcing the claws to turn back to fingernails, as you continued, âYou trapped me there, left me to suffer, youâIâand for what?! So you could become some TV executive?!â
Level with his desk now, it was an easy swipe of your arm that sent papers flying and his computer monitor crashing to the ground. He did nothing to stop you, and did not even flinch as the coffee mug went sailing by his head, an inch or two off thanks to your still recovering eyesight.
âIf youâre done,â Dark started, only to pause as the stapler almost nicked his ear. Your aim was getting better. âOf course, the first thing I did once I left the house was track down Mark, which proved moreâŠdifficult, than I imagined it would be. He had been with the entity in that house for so long, had learned so much from it, while I was still a patchwork of broken souls bound together by spite and revenge. He nearly killed me, assuming I can even die anymore.â
His expression changed, the disgust evident in his eyes and the turn of his mouth, or as much as you could see them through the thickening haze around him. âBut he let me live. Said every âheroâ needed a âvillainâ, and he had such great plans for us and this city.â
He spat out the words, and for a moment you thought you saw not one but two men standing there screaming before the haze around him settled back into one form. âIf you thought the little game he had us play back at the party was bad, then you cannot begin to imagine what has followed since then, even if it started off small. Our deaths on the front page of every paper must have ruined any hope he had of slinking his way back into society even with a new face, and we both had to be careful not to attract any unwanted attention.â
âSo, the first âgameâ was how to regain power, how to manipulate from the shadows. He chose his pawns, and I chose a medium that I saw some potential in,â Dark smirked and added, âMostly in the potential it had to hurt the former actorâs ego, I will admit, but still, it has turned out far better than I could have ever expected. First TV, then all the opportunities a more connected world provided with such a willing and eager audience.â
âWhy?â you asked, trying to ignore the prickle under your skin that suggested fur trying to grow out. âWhatâs the point of all of this?â
âWe can tear each other apart all we want, but weâve both grown stronger over the years and the casualties for everyone around us would beâŠsignificant, if that happened. Like destroying all of the chess pieces until thereâs not even a board left to play on. So instead, we find other outlets to gain an advantage over the other. Mark would say that itâs a fight for the soul of this city, but then he was always the one for delusions of heroism,â Dark said with a roll of his eyes. âThis city isnât the one you remember, but youâve probably already realized that. Technology, progress, all of that. And monsters, allowed to live out in the open! Assuming theyâre the right kind of monster, of course, as long as they can be tamed and fit within his precious view of what is right and good.â
âMeanwhile, Iâve been more than welcoming to ourâŠless than conventional employees here. Under my protection, they have nothing to fear from the Bronson Institute. Bim Trimmer would be a stuffed curiosity if Mark had his way, but here he can be in front of the camera, in the homes and on the phones of millions, to become comfortable to them. He used to be nothing more than a glorified gate guardian, and now people come to the studio to have selfies taken with him and to get his autograph. And the same goes for every other nonhuman that appears on his shows.â
Dark stepped closer and you immediately took a step back, but he merely bent down to pick up a knickknack that had been knocked to the floor during your sweeping off of the desk. It was a metal recreation of the studioâs logo, a silhouette of the city skyline with D.E. Studios engraved into it with a cursive script, and weighty enough that if you had been thinking clearly you would have tried to hurl it at his face before knocking it to the ground.
âInfluence what people see, what theyâre exposed to, and you influence what they think. Thereâs a power in that, and I think that I have used mine well, donât you?â Dark asked.
You bit back your instinctive response to that, very aware that Dark was trying to do just that right now. Control what he told you, paint a picture that portrayed him as the suffering hero here and influence what you thought. Instead, you asked, âIs that why you brought Wilford here? To protect him? But if so, why wait until now?â
âWhen has Wilford ever needed my protection? His mind isnât what it used to be, as Iâm sure youâve noticed, but he still has that same astonishing ability to survive whatever comes his way. No...â Dark frowned down at the studio logo, turning it over in his hands as though searching for something on its surface, before he looked back up at you.
âThese games, theyâre not just about the âfate of the cityâ or whatever you want to call it. Mark wants power, but more than that, he wants to make everyone who hurt him suffer as much as he thinks he suffered. And Iâll admit that at least for me, the feeling is mutual. The same night you broke free from the mirror, Wilford was playing what would be his last show at that disco, and a certain hunter was on his way back to the city. Do you really think that was a coincidence? A new game has started, and Mark and I have already chosen our players.â
You stared at him as this information sank in. Wilford was here, under Darkâs protection, which meant that he must have âchosenâ him. And there was only one person Mark would choose if that was the case, only one person who had been searching after the Colonel all this time already, who Dark had already said was just as consumed by revenge as the man you once thought you knew. It would be so easy to push him in the right direction and watch him go.
âAnd how do these games of yours end?â you asked, your mouth so dry that you could barely get the words out.
Dark raised an eyebrow at that, his expression saying that you both already knew the answer to that.
Among the remains of everything that had once been on his desk, there was a low buzz before Googleâs voice came from the surprisingly still functioning black glass orb that was cracked down the middle.
âSir, there is an issue that requires your permission for maximum response.â
Dark sighed and nudged the device with the toe of his shoe, causing the surface of it to change and become a lighter shade of gray. Perhaps it was lighting up with some color, but you couldnât be sure and it didnât seem to matter much when it began to flicker and stutter.
âIâm going to go ahead and assume the answer is no, but explain.â
Googleâs voice was distorted when he spoke through the device again, glitching and stuttering as he said, âYour-your response is-is-is unclear, Sir. There appears to be an err-err-error in theââ
There was a garble of noise before his voice came through again, âUnauthorized intruders in the-in the-in theâone matching record on fi-i-i-ile, Abeââ
Another garble of static, and when Dark attempted to prod the device again, it responded by neatly splitting in half along the crack as the glow within died completely.
âI paid a lot for that,â Dark remarked, sounding surprisingly calm despite this latest revelation. âA direct line to that Google unit, among other things.â
âYou mean you canât get him back?â you asked. âWhatâs he going to do to Abe?â
âWell, without directions from an authorized source, he will have to resort to his programming. Or at least, how he chooses to interpret it in this situation.â Dark shrugged and said, âHe generally tends to prefer the lethal options. A bit of a problem that his creator couldnât be bothered to work out in the first run of development, I suspect.â
âThen tell him to stop,â you growled, stepping up to Dark only for him to stare you down.
âAnd how, exactly, am I to do that? You destroyed the device, and as I donât know where in the building they are, calling around isnât likely to be helpful. And of course, you make the mistake of assuming that I care.â Dark didnât flinch as you grabbed him again, and there was no attempt by his shadow to defend himself as he continued, âIâm not stopping you from doing whatever you want, Y/N, but Iâm not about to do anything for that man. You can run and find your precious hunter, but I think in the long run you will wish you had stayed here and let Google do his job. A hunter is a hunter, after all, and youâŠâ
He cast his eyes down before meeting yours again, and you became painfully aware of your current state. You could feel the shape of your teeth that did not belong in this mouth, the fur still itching to show itself, the claws digging into the palms of your hands. All it would take was a single push, and you would change entirely with no guarantee of how long it would take to change back, assuming you even could.
But you couldnât let this happen, either.
âThis game is over,â you snarled into his face, promising yourself that this wasnât going to end here, that you would make sure Dark and Mark both paid for what they had done.
Until then though, you had more important things to worry about, starting with finding Abe before Google found him, or before he found Wilford.
Dark watched you run out of the office and tear back the curtains hiding the door to the stairs in the foyer before disappearing from sight. He smiled to himself and leaned back against his desk, oblivious to the mess around his feet. His fingers, however, found the deep marks you had left behind on the otherwise smooth, dark surface. So much anger, so much fear, and so much confusion.
It was almost too easy.
((End of Part 23. Thanks for reading! Fun fact, in the first ideas for this story, it was Actor Mark who was running the studio, but I feel like Dark being here fits better. Plus, more of a Markiplier TV feel that way. I also had Dark casually admitting that sometimes thereâs the occasional âaccidentâ involving audience members or contestants, before I remembered that heâs supposedly trying to get Y/N on his side. XD
The next part is the one that I wanted to get to before I started posting again, which is why there might be another delay after tomorrow. Iâll talk more about that in the notes section of that part.
Link to Part 24: Three Shots Fired.
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