#my room is so cozy WHEN ITS NOT A FUCKING MESS

[luciality]

making my nightstand more aesthetic with a fresh coat of light pink paint and a new knob for the drawer ^_^

[toji-bunny-girl]

subby panty sniffer loser!shigaraki i cant stop thinking abt 😖

Shigaraki has always hated you.

Ever since All For One brought you in, and your jaded eyes first met his—you’ve always goaded an odd, frustrating burn in him. At first, you both merely ignored each other’s presence. And he has always preferred that. Then things soon got annoying when you started cozying up to him and trying to be friends with him. It’s fucking irritating and the burn gets worst the closer you press yourself into his space.

All it took for you to switch it up was his unrequited demeanour to your friendliness. It’s a bit too easy, really. A harsh word or two and a sneer at your face already got him on your bitch-list—just like everyone else would.

Everybody’s the same.

And you’re nothing special. That’s what he tells himself, repeatedly, over the years. Even when the glow in his belly comes alive whenever you brush pass him, his eyes memorised the curves of your grown body behind the curtains of his shaggy hair and god—the sweet, head-spinning scent of your underwear that sends his nerves tingling.

Yes, you’re nothing but a pest. A pest who always leaves her clothes in the laundry room, and often finds her panties gone without a trace.

Stupid and forgetful and—

“What…the hell?”

The hair on his nape flew erect, prickly dots snaked beneath his skin in a shot the moment he heard your voice—laced in utter disbelief and disgust.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! You weren’t supposed to collect your laundry this early yet. Weren’t you supposed to be training with All for One?!

“So, you’re the panty thief?” you sneered at him, the same way he would at you. You would’ve never in a million years even think of the scene in front of you—Shigaraki Tomura, who openly despises you, rubbing his cock with your panty? “What a joke.”

His pale face grew crimson red from the blood that rushed through his pulsing veins, his pride ripped from his clutch with every blink of your eyes soaking the embarrassing sight of him. God, he wanted to die right then and there. He shouldn’t have initially neared your laundry before, he should’ve ignored the tugging burn that urged him to touch the remnants that enveloped your bare body, and you shouldn’t have came here in the first place!

His thoughts are chasing after his sanity, and his heart threatened to beat its hard last. You’re nearing him and his sweating form with every dreadful step, and his body had the guts to feel…excited—his cock throbbed and the familiar burn came roaring through his vessels again.

Just what are you doing to him?

You snatched the damp piece of underwear from his grasp, soaked with his sticky precum, and his cockhead twitched from the lost warmth that previously hugged his shaft.

He’s now bare, blood continued to pump his cock hard as you stared at the mere size of his—length and girth you’d never thought would be hiding behind his dirty clothes; tip flushed in a pretty shade of pale pink, and veins that stemmed from the bush of light blue. His heartbeat thumped loud in his ears as you looked, and he almost lost of your words from the beating.

“Is this some kind of perverted hobby you have? I always knew you’re weird, but not to this extent,” you threw your underwear aside before shoving him, his back roughly bumped into the wall behind. Fuck, he doesn’t know what to say—and what to do other than to watch how you’re reacting to this twisted mess.

You’re staring at his twitching cock when his gaze flickered to your face, his hot panting hazed the air and it scorched your cheeks in a burnt shade. What are you thinking?

“It’s only fair for me to touch you after you’ve been jerking off to my panty, right?” it’s almost a reassurance for your own self than to him. His eyes widened, pupils dilating as you wrapped your hand around his throbbing member.

“W-What are you doing?!” he bit his bottom lip to muffle a moan, fingers curling into fists against the wall, nails poking into his flesh.

“Entertaining myself with a freak like you,” you snickered, stroking his veiny shaft with your cold fingers. Shigaraki shuddered to your touch, the nerve-numbing burn soaring through his stomach as his chest rose and fell quicker by the second.

“Get your d-dirty hand off of me,” his breath hitched as he stretched his throat, pushing his head against the cool wall. His toes curled as you pumped his length, and his nerves tingled from the sight of you staring at his cock with that look in your eyes.

“You seem to enjoy it, hm? I thought you hated me, I can’t believe you’ve been busting over my fucking panty. Do you have a crush on me or what?”

“Y-You…hngh—bitch!”

“I didn’t know a mutt could talk…much less call me a bitch?” your grip tightened, unforgivingly so around his slippery cockhead, earning a pretentious grunt—which tumbled out of his chapped lips in the form of a pathetic moan. “What was that? You sound like a little girl,” his cheeks burned in embarrassment as you made fun of him, your snickers ringing in his hazy mind, taunting the pleasure that piled over his nerves. “I want an apology, you perverted loser.”

“N-No way—nngh!” Shigaraki’s sweat-glazed body jolted from every painful twist of your fingers, his thighs shaking from the way you’ve been abusing his cock; flashes of bloody ruby glinted from behind his greasy bangs. It’s funny, really. He thought he looks all fierce and intimidating when actually, he’s nothing but a slutty mess holding back his drool.

“It’s not a fucking request,” your hand wretched his face closer to yours, his eyes nearly melting under your flinty gaze.

“F-Fuwah—aanh!” his hips drew backwards in creeping sensitivity, and a loud slick sound bounced off of the lewd-seen walls as your nails flicked in contact with his twitching red tip.

“You know I’m impatient, hm? So hurry,” your thumb hastily rubbed over his leaking slit, splattering his pre-cum all over the both of your clothes. His body shook into your arms, jerking and whining as his hands scrambled to hold onto you for support.

“Mmmgh! Haa—” his weight slopped onto your body, and his heavy head rest against your shoulder as you continued to stoke his throbbing fat girth with your tightening grip. “So—aangh! S-Sorry, m’sorry!”

“Aww, who knew you’d sound cute when you all whiney,” your other hand rose to tilt his chin, his ruby eyes glistening with tears of desperation, drool slipping past his mouth as he clenched his teeth. “What a pathetic face.”

His hips pistoned into your hand, clumsily rocking forward and messing up the fine rhythm of strokes you had, his moans sounding more and more breathy—you could tell he was at the near edge. Drawing your face closer to him, your soft lips met his cracked ones just as a crooked cry leaped out of his dry throat, and you could feel his hot cum shooting onto your shirt, staining your top white with the smell of him.

Shigaraki stayed unmoving, merely gulped as you licked and wet his lips with your tender tongue, your saliva mixing and dripping down his chin. The burn in him wasn’t just a flame anymore, it had exploded into chains of reaction—his heart squeezed and insides bursted into a sloppy, chaotic mess.

Does he have a crush on you?

[kteezy997]

The Candy Man-Part One// W.W.

Warnings: Smut, mention of masturbation, male receiving oral sex, virgin Wonka, cowgirl, missionary, some dirty talk, curse words, cream pie, female receiving oral sex, oh and cheating on spouse A/n: I have not seen Wonka yet, so there are NO spoilers here!

As a young housewife, there wasn't much for you to do. You had done the housework for the week and done all the grocery shopping, and it was only Wednesday. This would make for a long, boring week.

It would be different if you had a child to look after, but sadly, that hadn't happened yet. And it may never happen if your husband continues to show such a low interest in sex. Sometimes it felt like he forgot you even existed.

You wished he would just give you a baby, if he didn't want to give you attention. That way you'd have not only something to occupy your time, but you'd also have someone to love, and for someone to love you. You weren't even sure if your husband loved you anymore. Your relationship wasn't the same as when you were first married two years ago.

These days, all you really wanted was for him to come home, rip your clothes off, and fuck you like he hadn't seen a woman in years. You wanted to feel desired, so badly. You had recently picked up a habit of touching yourself sexually while your husband was away at work. You were so starved.

.....

Autumn had come and gone by this time of the year and it was becoming quite frigid outside. With winter well on the way, you turned on your fireplace in the living room. You didn't really care for the bear skin rug that your husband insisted on having in front of the fireplace, but it wasn't worth the fight to try to get rid of it.

With the fire going, you snuggled up into a cozy sweater and put on some mindless radio station to fill in the silence of the empty house. As you listened to the radio and did some mild tidying about the room, you wondered if you should maybe get a dog, or maybe a cat.

Then the doorbell rang, that's weird. You thought. You seldom had any visitors during the day. You walked over and opened the door.

"Hello, Miss. My name is Willy Wonka! Would you care to sample some of my chocolate on this fine day?"

"Fine day? It's freezing out there," you said as you were awestruck by this man's beauty, his bright purple coat and milk chocolate-colored top hat added a sort of zany zest to his attractiveness. "um, would you care to come in and warm up for a minute?" you said politely, nodding to his briefcase that you assumed was filled with sweets, adding, "I do love chocolate."

"Why, yes, if you're sure you don't mind." he smiled, and his green eyes were dazzling.

"No, I don't mind at all, sir."

Willy took his hat off, and his curls fell downward in a bit of a mess as he stepped into the warm home. "Thank you, I didn't get your name."

"Oh, I'm y/n. Please, sit down, the fire is going."

"It is quite toasty in here, thank you, y/n." Willy said, taking a seat on the couch closest to the fireplace. “Very interesting choice of a rug, y/n.” he chirped.

“Oh that? My husband insisted on it, it’s so dreadful. But it is rather soft.”

“Hm.” he nodded looking at the luscious, dark colored fur on the floor. He then looked at her, cheerily, “So, would you like to try some?” He picked up his briefcase.

“Of course.” you said with a smile, truly wanting to try some of him instead, but you’d give his candy a chance for now. He was so damn handsome. His hair was gorgeous, you wanted to run your fingers through it, maybe even pull it.

He opened his briefcase in his lap, letting you choose which candy you wanted.

You picked a piece of chocolate, and he told you the name of it, and its special ingredients. You listened to him, but ultimately got lost in his innocent yet sexy eyes. You bit into the treat, and it was rich and velvety sweet as it melted in your mouth. It was absolutely delicious. The best candy you ever had in your life.

“Mr. Wonka, this is perfection, it’s absolutely divine.”

Willy smiled widely, “I’m pleased to hear it. I have only ever hoped that each person that tries my chocolate will have that same reaction.”

He was so genuinely confident and excited about his creation. The passion he had was evident.

“I’ll take every one of this flavor that you have, Mr. Wonka.” you said, taking another delicious bite.

“Wonderful!” he exclaimed, “And please, call me Willy.”

“Willy.” you said, softly. You wanted to moan his name. But how to get there? You improvised. “Um, why don’t you stay for a bit longer? I can put in a pot of tea, if you’d like.”

“That sounds lovely y/n, or should I call you Mrs…”

“Oh, it’s Mrs. Hudson, but you can just call me y/n.” you insisted, hopping up and going to the kitchen heating up some tea. You had to have this man. Cheating was wrong, but your husband would never, ever know. He never wanted sex anymore, but you couldn’t go without it like he did. You were so needy, especially now, after meeting the handsome Mr. Wonka.

You had plenty of time to have Willy fuck you and send him on his way with his payment for the chocolate, all before Mr. Hudson got home. You would have to make Mr. Wonka an offer he couldn’t refuse, much like you couldn’t refuse his delectable sweets.

You carried two cups of steaming, aromatic tea, one for you and one for Willy. You hoped it would warm him up properly.

“Here you are, sir.”

“Why thank you, very kindly, my lady.” he took the teacup from you, and you felt weak in your knees when your hand was briefly brushed by his fingers. You watched as he carefully brought the rim of the cup to his lips, taking a small sip. “Mm, that’s quite good. A perfect cup of tea, y/n.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you like it.” you said, sitting down next to him and taking a sip for yourself. You didn’t know how to get this man naked; you weren’t finding any viable option that wouldn’t be too crude or forward. You felt you were running out of time. You couldn’t let him leave with the risk of never seeing him again. This delightful, beautiful man could not escape you.

“Well, this has been quite the pleasure.” he said, in a farewell tone. He took one last sip of his tea.

You haven’t had the pleasure, yet.

“But I will get out if your hair,” Willy stood up, continuing, “and go about my merry way. Thank you for your-"

“Wait! Willy-" you shot up to your feet as you spoke but couldn’t finish a sentence. You just started into his eyes.

“Yes?” he asked, frowning at you, utterly confused by your behavior.

You didn’t have the words, so you threw yourself at him, kissing him hungrily.

He took ahold of you, and pulled away from the kiss, “Y/n, are you mad?”

“Oh, god! I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”

“No, it is alright. It was kind of…nice.”

“Yeah? Mr. Wonka, I had an idea of pleasing you the way you pleased me with your chocolate. If you’ll indulge me?”

He raised his eyebrows, “I have to say, I’m intrigued.”

You put your hands on his chest, making him sit back down on the couch. Your hands then went to his fly.

“Whoa! What are you doing?” he asked, panicky.

“Shh-sh. Relax, Willy. Do you like me?”

“Ye-yes.” he trembled with nerves. “I find you very pretty.”

“I really like you. Have you…ever been with a woman before?” You rested your hands on his upper thighs, dangerously close to his member. It was visible through his trousers although he wasn’t even hard yet.

Willy shook his head, “No, ma’am.”

“Awe, don’t be scared. I’ll take care of you, okay. Do you want that, Willy?” You ran your hands slowly around the outline of his cock.

He gulped, watching your hands on his pants, “Yes, I think I would really like that.”

“Good.” You beamed, unzipping his trousers, and pulling his cock out. He was much thicker and longer than your husband. You were excited about being Willy’s first. You wet his cock with your tongue, and sucked him, moaning and slurping as you did so. You wanted him so bad; you sucked his cock like your life depended on it.

A string of “oh oh oh”’s and “mmm’”s fell from Willy’s mouth as you worked over his cock. He writhed on the couch and placed a hand on your head.

He was hard as stone after a moment, and you had been wet since he sat on your couch the first time. “Oh, Willy. Do you feel good, my sweet?”

“Yes,” he panted, his eyes glazed over, “very good.”

You stood up, and dropped your underwear to the ground, kicking them elsewhere. Then, you mounted him. His hands instinctively went to your waist. You reached down, placing his member between your folds. You sank down on him, feeling the intense stretch of your vaginal walls. You moaned in a slight pain initially, because his was larger than your husband, and you had never been with anyone else.

“Are you alright, y/n?”

“Oh, yes, darling, just give me a moment.” you adjusted, and then started to bounce in his lap.

Willy watched you in wonder and awe, then he’d look down to watch your pussy envelope his cock. “Haa, this is incredible.” he moaned, gripping your hips harder.

You quickened your pace. Sinful wet sounds came from your pussy. God, you needed this. The friction alone was titillating, but the tip of his cock would hit your cervix every so often and it was bliss, the whole scenario.

"Oh, y/n!" Willy cried your name over and over again. His hands explored your clothed body, groping your curves.

Damn, it felt so nice to be touched, and his hands were surprisingly big, and he knew how to use them.

You held yourself up with your hands on his shoulders, and slowly rocked back and forth on his cock. You noticed him eyeing your chest. "Unbutton my blouse, Willy."

He bit his lip with an eager gleam in his eyes, and he opened up the front of your blouse, letting your breasts plop out in his face.

Willy's eyes widened, he took his eyes away from your tits to look up in your eyes, "May I feel them?" he asked with a soft whimper.

"Yes, absolutely." you huffed, taking his hands and clapping them onto your naked breasts.

He gently squeezed and kneaded your breasts, then rolled your nipples between his fingers.

He was so sweet, and so curious about your body. It was so hot. You wanted to get off, you hoped to cum all over his dick. You held onto his arms firmly and rode him hard. His cock pounded away at your walls wildly, and you contracted your pussy around his girth.

"Ah! Fuck this is so good! I'm gonna...I'm gonna come!"

"Oh, oh!" Willy held your waist, and you felt his cock twitch inside you.

Your tummy swirled, and your legs went limp as you came.

"What's happening?" Willy cried, "What is this?" You felt him shoot ropes of his milky cum inside of you.

You took his worried face in your hands, "You're alright, my candy man. You had an orgasm. It's a wonderful thing."

"Oh," he panted, "yes, I suppose it is. A fantastic thing! Gosh, y/n, that felt like chocolate tastes, and chocolate is the best thing in the world!" he was so excited, like he'd discovered something that no one else had experienced before.

You giggled, "Well, I'm flattered, Willy." you felt hot and sweaty, you ran your hand down the back of your neck. You felt Willy's eyes on your tits.

"Your breasts, they are absolutely beautiful." he took them in his hands, just admiring the fullness of them.

You felt your pussy throb at the sight. Your husband never paid much attention to your body, but Willy seemed to be enthralled by you. You noticed how the glow of the fire highlighted his cocoa-colored curls. It was so pretty, his hair looked like the work of a master chocolatier. You ran your fingers through it, feeling the silkiness of his glorious mane.

"Can we do it again?" he asked you, then nodded to the floor, "There? On the bear skin rug? It would be comfortable for you."

"You're so thoughtful. Fuck me again, Willy Wonka. Pound me into the floor if you must."

Willy smiled like a kid on Christmas morning and hoisted you up and then carefully placed you down on the rug.

The fur was plush and soothing on your back. You put your arms up by your head to get comfy.

Willy ran his hands down your body. He looked at you like you were a gift he had been waiting for. "You are so beautiful. Your husband does not know how lucky he is."

"That's sweet, Willy, but let's not mention my husband."

He nodded, "Right." Then, he dipped down, pressing his lips to your stomach.

"Mm." you moaned, rubbing your thighs together in anticipation. You could feel Willy's semen dripping out of you. You wanted more.

Willy left small wet kisses down passed your navel, lower and lower, and you couldn't help but push his head down where you needed him most.

"How do I do this, y/n? Is it like... licking a lollipop?" he asked, naively.

You smiled at him and said, "Yes, kind of. Like a sucker with a chewy center...but you're not in a big hurry to get to the center. You're just trying to enjoy the flavor on the outside."

He took a second to ponder over what you had said, then he nodded, "Okay, got it."

He was a quick learner. He lapped steadily on your clit; his pacing was perfect, not too fast, not too slow. He must have had lots of suckers in his life.

"You can use the tip of your tongue also, Willy." you whimpered through the pleasure.

"Oh, okay." he answered, his voice muffled as he didn't move away from your pussy as he spoke.

The vibrations from his voice sent tingles through your body. That coupled with Willy massaging your clit with his tongue and letting the tip dance between your folds, led you to your second orgasm. You cried out in ecstasy. "Willy Wonka, you are a god!"

"No, I'm just a chocolate maker." he said, nonchalantly. He then sat on his knees, his hand around his cock. He ran the tip of his cock along the joint of your wet folds, coating himself in your cum.

"Ooh." you moaned, tucking your fingers into the furry rug as firmly as you could.

Willy slid into you, then back out. "Ha, you're so wet."

"Fuck me hard, Willy." you purred.

With that, he shoved his cock into you, bucking his hips roughly. His hips smacked your skin with each thrust. He put his whole length into you. He gripped your thighs and started to get faster.

You squeezed him with your thighs, and he grew more confident in what he was doing and picked up a rhythm. You watched his handsome face scrunch up as he worked his hips, his thick brows furrowing in both pleasure and concentration.

You wondered what your husband would do if he knew that the candy man stopped by and made you come on the bear skin rug he loved so much. Oh, the risk was worth it! For Willy was perhaps better at sex than making chocolate.

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[sanjisblackasswife]

𝙲/𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚏𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎

Ft. Gol D. Roger, Rayleigh, Ben Beckman, Shanks (This can be when they were younger or older idc)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Cockwarming, Fingering, Kissing, Dirty Talk(?)

Roger

Gol D is such a simple man when it comes to you and your pussy.

If you offer to sit down on his cock as he drinks the night away he’ll be over the moon

“Roger, we’ll be in front of the crew though…”

“Yeah, well…we’ll also be in a corner and you’ll have this pretty dress on.”

His infamous smile showing his deep dimples behind that nose hair of his never failed to make you roll your eyes and agree to his slutty plans.

You and him now cozied up as the party goes on his ship, his tip softly hitting spots in your pussy that makes you softly whimper whenever he adjusts his hips in his seats

“You’re like my personal little heater.” He hums drunkly in your ear, nearly about to grope your breast but you slap his hand

“Shut up Roger!”

Rayleigh

Big…Big..he’s so big.

It’s not the length that Rayleigh has that gets you it’s the GIRTH.

Whenever he offers you to sit down and say still it’s purely out of punishment.

“Seems I spoiled you too much today huh?”

You squeeze down at his words, his musky natural scent and his breath hitting your ear as you sat so painfully still on his lap as he read—

“Porn. Really…you’re reading fucking porn.”

“Ssssh.” He kisses the pout you have on your lips and a firm swat landed on your butt right after making your nude body jolt against his. “‘M reading, now.”

You knew if you rocked Your hips against his you’d be in trouble. You knew, and he almost read your mind from the glint in your eyes staring down at the wet mess connecting you both.

Rayleigh knew you wouldn’t last keeping him warm. You never do, so when he felt your pathetic ruts against his body he smiled. Giving you what your pretty supple body wanted this while time.

Picking you up swiftly you hold onto his wide frame, feeling him place you on his fluffy bed to then hold your legs as far apart as they can be. He spits on your little clit, thumbing it to soothe the tense feeling of his cock still inside you.

He was right. He spoiled you too much.

Ben

You both love to do it after sex

Purely because it lead to more sex.

Benny is an affectionate/touchy man when it comes to you. Your body and the softness of it always gives him a cloud 9 kinda of feeling that he refuses to let go of

“Stay.” Is all he says when he keeps you under him, his head in your breast, every once in a while licking/kissing on your bruised nipples from prior events.

As full as you already were, the way how his body caged you in, the way his hair felt in your hands, his warmth and weight. You didn’t mind it.

Sometime he will switch positions, leaving you on top and him leaning on the headboard so he can smoke, he’ll rub your nude/sweaty back to soothe you back to sleep.

However—

“Whatcha doin’?…hm?”

He felt you grind against him a little, kissing his neck, maybe it was the hint smell of your pussy in his breath, the way his fingers lingered on your ass when he rubbed you, or maybe you’re just THAT needy but—

“Wan’ more…” Your whispered, embarrassment creeped in your face realizing you both been at it since this evening and its such a late hour.

Benny smiles, bringing your chin to his mouth and shotgunning you before both of your tongues played with each other. His kisses were always so sweet, but messy.

“Use me then…” Benny laid flat on his back, one arm behind his head, “‘M all yours.”

Ben was never a man to tell you no

Shanks

You swear it’s because he is a pervert but really he loves to be close to you.

It usually never ends with sex, he can fall alseep right then and there when he plunges inside you.

It was a rough day, running around, training, stealing, you name it. It was a lot for Shanks.

You both are in your shared room, getting ready for bed after taking a quiet calm bath together, he watches you lather your body up, Damn—-you looked so good

But he was so tired, he didn’t want to ask you to ride him, it seemed selfish to use you for his own satisfaction but

He needed you.

“Sweetheart…Can…can you sleep with no panties tonight?”

Usually you would have scoffed at his offer, sounding like a pervert again but his voice was tired and his eyes were drowsy. You approach him, cupping his damp cheek and he leans in to kiss you slowly.

“Of course.”

He gave you his shirt to wear and you did, he decided to just stay in the nude.

You lay on your side, and almost immediately when shanks gets in the bed he plants his lips on yours, passionately kissing you, leaving you to moan in his mouth as he plays with your clit a little.

“So wet already…” He marvels, lifting your leg a little he shares a “fuck” with you, you’re so warm and tight, so eager to suck him inside.

You can hear his sigh of relief as he settles inside you from behind.

“Thank you baby.” He pecks your neck, you were exactly what he needed after today

He knew in the morning he’d have to thank you with his tongue.

[ayyy-pee]

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Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader

Summary: Who knew it only took two seconds of spooning for your fiance to want more?

Story Warning: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Creampie (don't try this at home), Fluff, Smut, Thigh Fucking, Fingering, Suguru in loooooove,

Suguru art by: Ilameys (Twitter, IG, Patreon)

AN: Just a quick lil drabble fluff smut piece idk it was stuck in my head for days and i had to get it out so hope you like it. i literally don't even know what i put here. i'm in love with Suguru with my whole heart i NEED TO MARRY HIM IMMEDIATELY

It’s been a long day. You’re sitting in bed, frantically finishing up a work email after your shower. In the bathroom, you hear the water running, your fiance finishing up his own shower before you both turn in for the night. Your tired eyes skim through the email you’ve drafted for your client to send tomorrow. Everything looks up to par so you hit save, exiting your email app and moving on to check your social media apps. Next to your bed, the door to the bathroom opens, the warm steam of your fiance’s shower filling the room.

“Fuuuuuuucking shit, I’m so tired,” he sighs as he steps into the bedroom. He wraps a small towel around the ends of his long raven hair and squeezes, trying to get every bit of water out of his tresses before lying down. He knows how much you hate him going to sleep with wet hair.

“Satoru pissed off the higher ups at work today and I spent the whole day cleaning up his mess,” he complains as he crosses the room. “So pissed I missed our dinner because of it. I’m sorry again, love.”

You plug your phone into its charger and set it on your bedside table, slipping under the covers in your bed. Your fiance makes his way to your dresser, a towel draped loosely around his waist. It hangs just right, the sexy “V” of his hips holding your attention as he vents about his day. He turns to reach into his drawer, pulling out a pair of boxer briefs and putting them on before tossing his towels into the laundry hamper.

“I’m sorry, babe,” you say, holding out your hand to beckon your fiance to bed. A small smile spreads across his lips as he watches you, eyes full of adoration and he moves towards you. The bed dips with his added weight as he climbs on. He kisses you sweetly just before he lays down. His warm arms wrap around your figure as you snuggle closer to your fiance beneath the blankets, the warmth of his body pressed against your back only adding to your coziness. It’s been a long day for you both and you’re ready to just close your eyes. 

However, it seems your fiance has other plans in mind.

“Suguru…” you murmur as he tightens his hold on you. “I thought you were tired.”

He hums behind you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, planting soft kisses along your skin. “I am, baby, but I haven’t seen you all day. I just missed you.” His voice is a whisper, husky and wanting and you know you won’t be getting any sleep any time soon. Suguru’s hand ghosts along the side of your body, until it rests on the curve of your hips. He squeezes gently as his lips graze the shell of your ear. His warm breath fans across your face and you melt, already feeling your body react to his touch.

Suguru grips your waist before rolling his hips up against your ass and you gasp softly, feeling how hard he already is when he’s barely touched you. 

“Missed you so much today. I had to stop myself from stroking my dick in the shower thinking about you,” Suguru admits. “Wanted to wait until I could get you like this.” His confession stokes a fire in your belly, your arousal already dripping into your panties.

It’s always like this. Takes absolutely nothing for you two to get started, your natural attraction to each other pulling you together like magnets the moment you’re in the same room.

“Suguru,” you sigh, reaching back to snake your fingertips into Suguru’s damp hair as he licks your pulse point, biting gently and earning a soft gasp from you. With a smirk, he rolls his hips forward again, evidence of his arousal pressing into your ass.

“Hmm?” Suguru hums, licking, biting and sucking at your neck until you’re writhing and the sounds of you panting fill the air.

“Suguru, touch me…” You can feel how hot you are through your panties, how your arousal is beginning to soak through the fabric. And Suguru can too because when his fingers slide beneath the waistband of your clothes and to your slick folds, his mouth falls open slightly.

“I’ve barely touched you. You’re soaked, baby,” he marvels. “Shit, take these off or you’re gonna ruin them.” He slips his hand out of your shorts and tugs them down your legs until they’re low enough for you to kick them off. When you’re settled again, Suguru brings his mouth to your ear and runs his tongue along the shell. “I want you so fucking bad right now, you have no idea.”

You let out a whine that quickly turns into a moan when you feel Suguru slip his hand between your legs again. Your eyes sink closed as you breathe deeply, reveling in the feeling of Suguru’s fingertips brushing against your cunt. Suguru kisses his way up your neck, the sharp edges of his teeth grazing your skin until his lips brush against your ear once more.

“Wanna make you feel good tonight, baby,” he whispers to you, his fingers deftly finding your clit and circling the nub.

“Please, ah- Suguru, yes. Make me feel good,” you whimper.

Suguru grunts behind you. “Fuck, baby,” he groans, as he grinds against you again.

You let go of your hold on Suguru’s hair, hand finding his wrist and holding tight.

“You like that, baby?” He asks, voice rough with need.

You nod, another moan rushing past your lips when Suguru rolls his hips against your ass again and again.

“Use your words, baby.”

“Yes, shit, yes, Suguru. I love it,” you mewl, your grip tightening around his wrist.

At the sound of his name on your tongue, Suguru’s fingers slide into you. You moan, back arching on reflex as your walls clench around him. Your ass presses against Suguru’s cock and he rolls his hips forward again, moaning in return. Suguru increases his pace, his finger brushing against your center. You can feel the wetness pool between your legs, spreading between your thighs as Suguru’s hand brings you closer and closer to your peak. 

Then suddenly, he stops.

Your eyes snap open as you feel Suguru pull away, your body shivering at the loss of his warmth. You hear him shuffling around behind you for a few seconds, followed by the sound of a soft thud. In the dim lighting of the room, you can’t tell what just hit the floor. 

And then Suguru is back, body pressed against you again and you know. You feel the heat of his bare skin pressing against you, the thickness and length of his hard cock, sticky with precum sitting against your ass. Your heart races in anticipation of him filling you, stretching you deliciously and then fucking you until you can’t see straight. 

But he doesn’t. 

“Lift your leg a little for me,” he commands. And you do, spreading your legs and shuddering when you hear the smack of your soaked thighs separating. “So fucking wet,” Suguru coos as he adjusts himself to lay back on his side. “Just for me.” You feel him press his cock to your core and you shiver, waiting for him to push into you. Instead, he puts a hand on your lifted leg and pushes your legs closed.

You’re confused. He just wants to put his dick between your thighs? That’s…new.

“Suguru, what are you doing?” You ask, turning to look at him. He gives you a smug grin as he peers down at you, swiping his hand over his forehead to move sweaty strands away.

“Told you I wanted to make you feel good.” He doesn’t elaborate yet, just presses closer and shifts his hips until his length sits right between your folds, hot and heavy against your clit. “I want you to fuck yourself on my cock until you cum.”

Your core throbs with excitement. You’re happy to oblige, but –

“What about you?” You question.

Suguru leans forward, pressing a kiss to your temple. “We’ll worry about me later.”

His large hand finds your hips again and he pushes you forward slowly before he pulls you back into him. Like this, you feel every ridge and vein of Suguru’s cock slide back and forth across your clit and you gasp loudly at this new sensation. It feels incredible.

“Oh–” you breathe.

“Feel good, baby?”

“Yes…so, so good.”

Suguru rolls your hips forward and back again, moaning roughly as he kisses your jaw. The feeling is otherworldly, Suguru’s length stroking your nub just right with every roll of your hips. It’s hard to breathe as your release inches closer and closer with each thrust. The room fills with your moans and Suguru keeps pushing and pulling you into hips until the sound that emits from between your legs is downright sinful. 

“You’re so wet, it’s driving me fucking insane,” he grunts, his hand coming up to grab your breast through the fabric of your shirt. He runs his thumb over the hardened bud, grinning when you gasp.

“I’m gonna…ah- gonna cum, Suguru, I’m so close.”

“Cum baby, cum on my cock. Fuck it until you cream all over it,” Suguru groans as he presses his face into the crook of your neck. He smacks your ass, earning a sharp cry from you, but the pain only adds to the delicious pleasure that shoots through your body as your release crashes over you.

Your thighs clamp down around Suguru’s cock, squeezing and trembling as your orgasm rips through you. Suguru pulls his face from your neck to watch as you lose yourself in the moment and he thinks about how damn beautiful you are when you’re all fucked out like this. So pretty when you’re a good girl and cum all over his cock when he asks you to. This is what he’s held out for. He loves to cum with you, but he loves to watch you come undone more.

Suguru loves the way your eyes close, and your mouth falls open with tiny gasps as you let the sensation wash over you. He loves the way he can feel your pussy throbbing against him as you cum. Loves the way he can feel your hole twitching, clenching around nothing, trying desperately to suck him in and –

Fuck he’s gonna cum.

The feeling shoots up his spine in a rush and it’s by sheer luck that Suguru is able to pull his hips back and push his entire length into you easily, so wet from your release. You moan loudly, the feeling of him filling you, stretching you so deliciously so intense that it rips another orgasm from you before you’ve had time to catch your breath.

And Suguru is right there with you. His mouth falls open, loud groans mixing with your cries as he bottoms out over and over, filling you with thick, hot ropes of his cum. He kisses your temple as he pumps you full, breathing sweet words to you.

“I can never get enough of you…fucking love you…can’t wait to marry you,” he grunts, pushing into you, trying to bury his cock as deep as he can. “Can’t wait to make you my wife. Can’t wait to put a ring on your finger, put a baby in you, make you mine forever.”

He moans into your hair, still fucking into you slowly, draining himself of everything he has to offer. “God, you’re so fucking tight. Greedy little cunt is sucking me in so deep. Such a good girl for me, taking all my cum. Fuck, you’re so good to me, baby.”

You can’t do anything but try to catch your breath, chest rapidly rising and falling as you come down from your release with Suguru. When you’re both able to breathe again, Suguru kisses you sweetly on your cheek as he lays back down. He wraps his arms around your form, pressing himself into your back.

“Ugh, we should shower,” you insist, feeling both your cum mixing between your thighs. It makes you shiver. “I won’t be able to sleep until I get cleaned up.”

Suguru sits up excitedly, a dumb smirk on his face. “Good. We can make a mess one more time, then.”

You laugh as your fiance climbs on top of you, settling between your legs and you can feel he’s already hard again. “Suguru…”

“Didn’t I say I could never get tired of you?” He says, brown eyes full of lust and love. And you love him, your future husband. “So yes or no?”

“Yes, always yes,” you tell him, pulling him down for a deep kiss, tongues tangling together as Suguru pushes into you one more time.

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN AGAIN LETS GOO!

I just have this crazy idea which is kinda cringy but can you do a soulmate au with tyler where the last thing your soulmate says to you is written on your wrist, but it changes when they are in the phantom realm and then tyler dies, or something like that

i know it sounds stupid but thanks if you decide to do it ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

Meant to be part I.

Tyler Hernández x reader

warnings: swearing, bad grammar

genre: fluff

A/N: soo about the thing your soulmate says to you is on your wrist.. I made it so it’s the sentance your soulmate WILL say to you.. like the thing that is written on your wrist will happen in the future yk ?? like you have it ever since you were born and it dissapears when you meet your soulmate and they say the sentance to you! hope thats not confusing lmao

A/N 2.0: FUCKING HELL I JUST REALISED I MESSED THE WHOLE REQUEST UP OMG GIRLLL.. nah I’m so sorry but in the part two ill make it that in the phantom dimension its the opposite of the real world, you have your soulmates last words on your wrist so bare with me here okay

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“She’s probably the one that played that stupid prank on us.”

That was the sentance written on your wrist for about 16 years. You have no idea what it means since you weren’t the type to prank people since you thought those kinds of things were stupid and childish. You walk through the streets of Savannah, staring down at your phone. You were in Savannah for a school trip, another school coming along with you for 2 days. While you were lost in thought you feel someone crashing into you. Groaning, you put a hand on your head since they kind of hit you in the head pretty bad. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” A girl with short black hair and tattoos says to you, quickly getting up and looks you up and down; “Maybe as a sorry I could give you a tour of the Sorrel Weed house?” She says and eagerly waits for your answer; “A group cancelled on me so I have some free tickets left?” You look down at your phone, seeing that you still have about an hour left before having to go back to meet up with your class. “I um, sure? I have time.” She smiles and hands you one ticket and drags you to what looks like a very, very old house. She tells you to look around for a bit and that she will be back with some more people in a few minutes and to not touch anything.

A few minutes pass and she comes back with a group you noticed when you were walking to your room at the motel. You notice a boy with dark red hair and a girl, who is most likely his twin look at you. The girl smiled at you so you did so as well to not seem rude, but the boy just.. glared?? You shrugged it off and admired the old architecture of the house. It was a cozy but creepy looking house, it had some hidden details you wondered about. You liked imagining about what kind of memories the people that lived here had. Maybe they were a noble family that were secretely some sort of criminals? Or maybe it was a big family that struggled to keep themselves on their feet? You follow the others as the black haired girl, whos name you couldn’t remember lead you into an eerie looking room. You get chills down your spine and put on your hoodie, a really evident drop in temperature being in the room.

A phone ringing echoed through the room, the black haired girl excusing herself and left the room in a hurry. You eye the group who were whispering something to each other, the boy from earlier still eyeing you as you were some sort of pray. You hear the ginger girl talk about some sort of sensitivity to sound, the blonde boy and the grumpy one were fascinated by it. You walk past them and turn towards them, eyeing them from behind. You notice a strange figure behind the ginger girl, getting creeped out you gasp, alerting the others as well. “Ashlyn.. Behind you.” A boy with glasses says and you shiver, your whole body tensing up.

The girl flinched and falls to the ground, the mysterious figure disappearing in a heart beat. “What was that thing?” “A ghost maybe?” The blonde boy says as if this whole encounter was the most hilarious thing ever. The brunette boy scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah as if, ghosts aren’t real.” He looks towards you and his brows furrow. He steps closer to you and pushes you towards the group. You stumble back, tripping on your feet but catch yourself before you could fall on your ass. “Rude much..” You mumble but immediately shut up when you see his pissed face.

“She’s probably the one that played that stupid prank on us.”

Your face goes pale, a tingly feeling welling up in your arm. He was your soulmate. You don’t say anything and just push past them. leaving the creepy house and hurry back to meet with your class. You were quiet the whole time at your hotel room, your roommates doing their own thing as you just layed there on your bed. It was about 11:43pm and you couldn’t get that boy off your mind. The other school, which they were from was just on the floor below yours. You wonder what your first words to him will be. You decide to go and speak to the ginger haired girl, thinking that she looked pretty nice you went downstairs and went to what you think was their room, at least that’s where you saw them enter. You knock on the door and pray for them to not be asleep when you hear the door open, and there she was. “Hey um, I was the one that was at that weird house with you guys.. I was wondering if we could um.. be friends?” You ask and mentally face palm at your shyness. She looks you up and down and yells some girls name. The girl, AKA the grumpy boys twin appears behind her and speaks up; “Hey! I remember you! You were with us at that house. Come in!” She says with a smile and you nod, walking in. “We were about to go to sleep but we could have a sleepover.” She says and you nod, introducing yourself; “Oh and by the way, I’m Y/N.” You say and they introduce themselves as Taylor and Ashlyn. You sit down on the floor and when you go and speak, your whole world goes black.

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A/N: haha bet you didn’t expect a cliffhanger !! I’ll make a part two soon so dw and make sure to take care of yourself guys~ :D

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kimi writer era i am SEATED.

for the prompts!!!!: “You pretending that cushion is me?”

//EMPTY BED// - m.h. x reader

warnings: none! pure fluff!

w/c: 1k words

a/n: this is my first official blurb!! i'm shitting my pants posting this 💀 ANYWAYS THANKS JAYE FOR BEING MY FIRST REQUEST ILYSM

//masterlist//

the clock kept ticking, driving you mad.

on the one hand whenever there's shitty moments or nothing happening at all, time won't pass - it stretches like gum. on the other hand, the good moments pass way too quickly. time itself is pacing, always.

right now time won't pass though.

you've been alone at matty’s concrete bunker of a home for a month already now. the longer you spend your time here, the more you realize that it's actually quite cozy somehow. everything in itself seems cold and harsh but together it creates some sort of comfortable, relaxing and balanced atmosphere.

but without matty it's once again cold and harsh. it's like the whole house loses its charm when he's not here.

the bed is colder than usual, everything is quiet - no music playing from his vinyl player, no typing on the typewriter, no jamming on his guitar, nothing - there's no smell of pancakes in the kitchen, the bathroom doesn't smell like his perfume and there is no mess. you're surprised that a thing that usually pisses you off has now become something you miss.

so here you are, on his couch, cuddling with a pillow while the TV is on in the background. there's some sort of reality tv show on but you didn't pay attention to it, you just need noise, the feeling of not being alone.

matty is currently on tour in north america. with you having to stay in london, seeing him is nearly impossible. only nearly though, but seeing him on facetime or hearing his voice on a simple call is surprisingly very hard as well.

on his days off it's easier. he's more flexible with his time management when there is no huge concert at night with the sound checks and everything beforehand.

he's currently in new york, playing one of their biggest shows ever tonight. he's excited, you know that. he has been excited for months now, basically ever since he found out that they could play there.

“i can't wait, oh my god. i will literally- explode!”

“on stage?”

“fuck yes i will, just imagine: we play sex and i just explode.”

“twitter would eat that up.”

“right?!”

but he has also been worried.

worried because it's a huge venue, worried because it's being recorded, worried because you're not there to calm his mind.

you glance at the TV - advertising, of course. you peek over at your phone. it's 3:24 am. usually you'd be lying in bed together at this time, cuddling, in deep sleep.

but right now the bed is cold - ice cold - and the cool concrete walls don't make it any better. you love this place but it's not the same without him.

you calculate in your mind. he's in new york, you're in london so the concert must be over by now. thus the waiting continues.

you look back to the tv. the reality tv show is over and now there's some sitcom playing. it's friends! finally, something funny to help you pass time.

a few minutes pass and your phone lights up. 3:31am.

“hey, you awake?”

another text

“concert’s over”

you instantly grab your phone.

“i'm awake! hope you had fun xx”

he quickly answers and asks:

“you wanna ft when i'm at the hotel?”

“of course :))”

finally you decide to turn off the TV and let silence and darkness take over the room. you take the cushion you've been lying on and holding and make your way up to the bedroom.

instantly, you miss matty. he's a living heater - and a comfortable one to say the least.

so when you lay back down, you lay on the cushion as if you were lying on matty's chest. if you squeeze your eyes shut, just enough, then you can almost hear his heartbeat. or maybe it's just your lack of sleep, who knows.

the tiredness comes creeping in, a yawn escapes your lips. in the same moment your phone lights up.

a facetime call by no other than matty.

happily you pick up.

“good morning, sunshine” an exhausted smile on his lips. he's happy to see you but the weariness from performing is evident.

his hair is damp, he probably just came out of the shower.

he's in bed as well, the bedside table lamp illuminating his face with a warm light from the side, throwing soft shadows on his face.

“good night” you tiredly greet him, a smile adorning your face when you see him.

“how was the concert?”

“oh it was great!” he started to ramble about the crowd, how the band harmonized, how the security and the whole team was great and how everything was perfect.

his soft voice and his endless talking could send you to sleep right then and there-

“hey! no sleeping yet! tell me about your day… or night.”

“uh, i didn't do anything special. i just laid around and was on my phone, i watched some TV and laid on this cushion because you're not there.” you point at the cushion that you're currently lying on.

matty seems to recognize the way you're lying on the cushion.

“wait, wait, wait, are you pretending that cushion is me?”

“maybe, i did. but then i had to realize it's a better cuddler than you are.” you tease him.

he laughs at that. “you're just saying that because you already forgot how good i am.”

a loud yawn leaves your mouth.

“is someone getting tired?” he chuckles and grins. you're so cute when you're tired.

“what do you expect? it's late.”

“get some sleep, sleepyhead.”

“can you stay on the phone with me?”

his grin grows even wider, he could melt at your cuteness.

“of course i will.”

a short moment of silence.

“so, what do you want me to do?”

“i don't know, just talk. tell me a story or something.”

and that's what he does. he knows you know all the stories, he loves talking - you love listening. he talks and talks, his voice almost as soft as the cushion you're resting on, slowly lulling you to sleep.

[emeritus-fuckers]

HI I LOVE Y'ALL'S BLOG SO MUCH!!! AAAA

Okay, I'll calm down now. I was wondering if you'd be interested by the idea of a newly summoned ghoul reader struggling to get to grips with their instrument and panicking about not being good enough for tour yet and being comforted by one of the ghouls?

I'm currently struggling to learn bass to get good enough for a band I have a chance to be in and it's really wreaking havoc on my mental health being so confused and getting it wrong over and over and y'all's writing in comfort scenarios always makes me feel better... So I thought I'd shoot my shot!

I hope you're having an amazing day, this blog brightens up my day every time! <3

Water ghouls helping a newly summoned ghoul learn their instrument

Chain (it/ghoul)

Chain is a fucking goofball.

Don't let its big, intimidating form fool you, Chain is a goofy dumbass who can barely keep up a "mysterious" act.

So when you come to ghoul and ask to learn how to play bass, it's delighted to help, all giggly and shit.

Ghoul's not the best teacher, he gets too excited and ahead of ghoulself, teaching you the "cool" riffs becore the easy ones.

It does get bonus points for being patient and hyping you up, though.

And the reward kisses. The reward kisses are nice.

Lake (he/him)

He comes accross very serious and when you ask him and you are pretty nervous.

He nods and gestures for you to follow him. He finds a cozy practice room well out of the way.

Despite his scary front he takes teaching you very seriously and is very supportive.

He's actually a really good teacher and takes time to show you good technique and teach you the songs you need to learn.

He rarely gives out compliments but when he does you know he completely means it.

Also when you get him to smile, either by a joke or playing well or just by being yourself.

You end up getting very close.

River (they/them)

They are a slut about it. A complete whore.

Every single dirty joke they can make while teaching you is made. Everything from fingering it correctly to thrusting with their own bass.

Shockingly, they are still a very good teacher. Only making the dirty jokes as you get closer to mastering each skill.

River definitely sits behind you to guide your hands on new notes and skills, hands on teacher when it’s needed. Only with consent of course.

Will absolutely bring you out for food after practice. They’re a slut but a classy slut. They buy you dinner before trying to get in your pants.

Cowbell (they/it)

It's a bit surprised to be your choice for bass lessons. After all, their only real performance was what landed them a name. And it was just trying to prank Papa.

But, the name stuck and it just couldn't go out of its way to change it, especially when you started to use "Cowie" as a cute little nickname that they just needed to hear every single day of its life.

But, fortunately for you, they just so happen to play bass as well, just like most water ghouls. They were just beginner level, but still.

You two practice together, figuring the instrument out.

It's a lot of fun, both you and Cowbell enjoy it a lot, even if it's a bit frustrating sometimes. At least you get frustrated together, right?

You end up better than it. Somehow, you end up tutoring them, instead of the other way around.

Mist (he/she)

He's thrilled to help out with that. Mist really likes alone time together, especially if you two just chill, enjoying a common hobby.

So she's happy to teach you guitar. Might offer playing Guitar Hero first so you can train your fingers a bit.

The first song you learn how to play is Gorillaz's Feel Good Inc., which is her favorite non-Ghost song. And the bass is very pleasant in the song.

He casually rests against your back, just listening to you play and giving small comments on what you can do better whenever you mess up.

There's this weird feeling of comfort during your practice sessions.

She starts a tickle fight the moment you put the guitar down.

Never let them know your next move type of shit.

Rain (he/she/ve)

He's a bit surprised when you ask, but doesn't see a reason to refuse.

But hey, ve's a good teacher! Really good, actually.

Rain sometimes even organizes classes for ghouls and Siblings who want to play bass.

She first gets you your own bass and lets you customize it with stickers. Not many people know this, but Sodo got the "YouSuck" sticker from her.

He's very patient with you, starting with basic notes and riffs before slowly moving to more complicated stuff.

Somehow, no matter who ve's teaching, her work is always excellent when it comes to teaching.

And he's very sweet with his rewards, if you catch my drift.

Storm (they/he)

They're chill with the idea. I mean, if you wanna learn, then who is he to deny you the fun that is playing bass?

Also, he doesn't say bass like the instrument, he says it like the fish, which is sorta funny during the lessons.

No, they will not be corrected on how to say it.

He's gonna sit you in his lap and show you everything, step by step.

They also let you experiment and play around, offering tips whenever you ask.

A decent teacher, not too great but not too bad, either.

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Chain, Cowbell, Mist, Rain and Storm written by Nosferatu.

Lake written by Nyx.

River written by Death.

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papercut cozy day in hcs? perhaps during winter because i <3 winter? maybe they were snowed in or smth (wait does tulsa even get snow?? if not they're on vacation surely!) purely based on cozy vibes. also their gangs are there too and have to witness their shenanigans because it would make me happy ! this either makes sense or i am just extremely tired and dont know what im saying

of course!!! i dont think it snows THAT much, but we’ll say it does just this winter bc of climate change or somethin

•now why was the entire shepard gang there??? they were riding somewhere but the snow got worse so they decided to head to the curtis’

•curly HATESSSS the winter, pretty much all the shepards do, they just hate snow especially cause it stops them from doin what they gotta do

•for THIS ASK i wont make pony hate winter either, but he does find it a lil annoying cause he always forgets to put something on to make him warmer but bc hes inside for this one hes actually in a good mood

•soda makes the best hot chocolate, hes just got the hands for it, and thats the ONLY time curly will ever be nice to him, he MUST get seconds☝🏽☝🏽

•the shepard gang r just wandering around messing w stuff and darry told the gang to be nice but my god are the guys really hoods they cannot be satisfied

•angela is used to being around a lot of guys, but THIS many acting so annoying??? yea shes locking herself in darrys room till its all over

•meanwhile pony and curly r just in ponys room, curlys fucking tired if being there (no offense to pony and his “lovely” posse), ponys distracting him w card games

•ppl check on them, but pony and curly both like going under the sheets and when u lift it up, they look like bugs when u lift the rock above them😭

•the curtis’ canonically had a pet dog so lets just,,,pretend they still have em, but pony and curly r keeping that dog in the room, thats their source of entertainment

•they play ball w the dog and sometimes the gangs hear thuds so they go i to the room and its a mess cause the dog god zoomies mid way😭

•curly has long enough limbs to reach out the window and grab some snow, and everyone found out the hard way bc they heard pony screech from how cold it was

also ur a w*nter enjoyer???,,,,get off my page,,,now,,, grrr

[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 08 - Loups]

• Loups (French, wolves)

Warnings: i'm kicking my feet at the beginning, it's so cute!, we love a found family that communicates, werewolves!, they are so cool, Yoongi being so fucking hot whilst working, i fucking need him, OC gets lost at the end lmao lil idiot

Wordcount: 12.3k

a/n: this is one of my fave chapters. i fucking love the werewolves & their backstory

Someone opens the blinds. You grumble quietly, burying your face in the pillow to shield you from the light.

“Five more minutes”, Taehyung mumbles into your hair, tugging you closer.

“You already slept long enough, wake up you two”, Yoongi says.

“Why?” you whine.

“Tae has stuff to do today”, he says.

“It can wait”, Taehyung mumbles.

“No, it can’t. We have a busy schedule.”

Taehyung lifts his head from your hair, sending Yoongi a sleepy yet annoyed look.

“Why are you stressing us on this beautiful day?”

“We have a tight schedule”, Yoongi says nonchalantly, “come down in five and put on some clothes”, he says and with that, leaves your room.

Taehyung groans, dropping back on the sheets. Like this, he isn’t spooning you anymore. He runs his fingers through his hair, staring at the paintings of shadow and light the sun casts on the ceiling.

You roll to your side, placing your hand on his tummy.

“I’m so upset”, you mumble, “I wanted this to last eternally.”

Taehyung caresses your hand.

“Me too, my darling”, he says, rolling his head to the side. He studies your features and smiles, running the back of his hand over your cheek, “you are beautiful.”

“I look sleepy.”

“It doesn’t matter. You are so beautiful”, he says, tracing your lips, “you are the living proof that what Fringella said was a lie.”

You fluster, reaching out to nudge his tummy.

“Sweet talker”, you mumble.

Taehyung smiles cutely and props himself up on his elbows, leaning down to peck your cheek.

“I’m going to use the powder room to freshen up. Pick out some clothes if you want to”, he tells you and rolls out of bed.

You stay in bed in the time it takes him to freshen up. You change between being awake and slumbering peacefully, enjoying the tranquillity of the morning to its fullest. Last night was amazing. Taehyung was so wonderful and he treated you with such tenderness. You really missed this side of him.

“You still haven’t gotten ready?”

You lift your head. Taehyung is in form fitted pants and a flowy blouse.

“The bed’s so cozy, don’t blame me”, you murmur, dropping back into the pillow.

Taehyung closes the distance between you and him. He takes your hands and pins them above your head, using the leverage he has on you to lean down and steal a kiss from you. It robs you of air and sanity. He tastes like minty toothpaste and your sweet downfall.

He breaks away, looking at you with half-lidded eyes.

“Thank you for last night”, he whispers and slips from your hold to leave the room in a confident strut.

“Damn”, you get out, touching your own chest right where your heart is beating like crazy. You won’t recover from this very soon. This just messed with your head.

The vampires gathered in the kitchen when you finally find the strength to come downstairs. They were talking before, but shift their gazes to you.

“Good morning”, you greet them.

“Good morning, ___”, Jungkook greets you with a sweet smile.

Hoseok runs his eyes up and down your bared legs then the slightly sheer top you chose to wrap yourself in. He looks away.

“Good morning”, he greets you, “you look well-rested.”

“If you’re going to make a dirty remark, I’m drop kicking you”, you warn.

Hoseok laughs, lifting his hands in defence.

“You insinuated it, not I”, he says, giving you a wink.

You roll your eyes and shift your gaze to Yoongi. He joined your side, currently leaning in to kiss your cheek.

“Tea and croissant?” he asks.

“You don’t have to make food for me.”

“Okay. Tea and croissant”, he says, making you smile fondly.

“Fine, tea and croissant. Thank you, my prince”, you give in.

While Yoongi is busy preparing your breakfast, you join the others by the table. The seat next to Taehyung is still empty and so you take it, pulling one leg on the chair to get more comfortable. There is a big map sprawled on the table.

“Are we marking out where to go next?” you ask, studying the map. There are red crosses all over the map and judging by the opened marker by Yoongi’s seat, he placed them on the paper.

“We are marking where Namjoon’s followers were sighted according to Fredrick”, Jungkook explains.

“Those are a lot of marks.”

“Yeah, there are lot of his followers here in Paris.”

“I didn’t expect this.”

“I told you Paris is a rancid city”, Yoongi says, carrying your breakfast to the table. He sets it down in front of you and you thank him, “I fucking hate coming here. Paris is full of fucked up perverts. It’s always been like that and will always stay this way.”

“I can’t understand why that is. I imagine with the wolves so strongly represented here, vampires would avoid the city”, Taehyung says.

“Honestly, I think they get off on the fighting.”

“Yes, definitely.”

“I don’t understand what you are talking about”, you confess.

Yoongi and Taehyung shift their gazes to you. They look grim, as if the situation was terrible to think about.

“Two hundred years ago, the city looked different”, Yoongi begins, “wolves disappeared only to show up again a few days later, maimed and drained of all blood. Vampires disappeared never to be seen again, because some revenge driven wolves hunted them down and killed them. Humans got caught in the crossfire and the witches tried to keep the peace as best as possible.”

“It was terrible. You really didn’t want to bear witness to those times”, Taehyung says.

“It got better with time, but the wolves are rooted deeply with the Parisian culture. They built this city and while the vampires say otherwise, it’s true.”

“That’s so cool, wow”, you say, “do humans know of the supernatural?”

“No. They don’t know that one group wants to kill them while the other fights to keep them safe. It’s best that they don’t know. It makes sleeping easier.”

“Woah damn, that comes as a surprise, I really thought that with how historical this city is for you guys, the humans would know.”

“There was a time where they did, but the knowledge faded more and more into fables over the centuries”, Taehyung explains.

“Mhm, it makes sense. I guess it was a little easier to believe in the supernatural back in the day”, you say.

Yoongi chuckles and looks back into the map. He points at a cross in one of the northern neighbourhoods.

“I will meet up with an important Alpha there”, he says.

“Alpha? Like in your pretend-fraternity?”

“No. A leader of a wolf pack.”

“I see. That makes more sense. Sorry, that was a stupid question.”

“Don’t apologise, my princess”, Yoongi assures you with a warm smile. One which makes your heart flutter. You lower your eyes to the map shyly, taking a sip of the delicious tea he prepared.

“And I will go there and see if I can gather some intel on Oz’ blood clubs”, Taehyung explains.

“Who is Oz?” you ask.

“One of Namjoon’s closest contacts. I interacted with him a few times and hated every second of it. You don’t want to meet him. He gets off on taking out eyes and fucking the socket.”

“What the fuck is wrong with Namjoon and his people, like genuinely?” you gasp and shudder in disgust, “this is fucking disgust. Who in their right mind would even think of something like that?”

“Trust me, he is very far from being right in the head.”

“Yeah clearly.”

“He runs the underground blood clubs in Paris and if we can figure out just where exactly they are, we could eliminate the greatest thread on the Parisians.”

“Yeah and hit Namjoon right where it hurts”, Yoongi says, lowering his eyes darkly, “he’s so fucking proud of his little business. I’ve been dreaming of the day where I finally eradicate this stupid network. I’ve never been that close to achieving it.”

“Yeah especially with the stone the witches gave me”, Hoseok says.

Your eyes shift to the small inconspicuous looking stone next to Yoongi’s palm. So that explains why this is on the table. You were wondering what it meant.

“A stone?” you ask.

“It’s a present from a witch coven a little outside of Paris”, Hoseok says, “I met with them this morning and tried to convince them to fight with us, but sadly, I wasn’t able to. They are too scared to die”, Hoseok says.

“Really? That’s a pity.”

“Yeah”, Yoongi agrees, “but it’s probably best they stayed away. Namjoon’s creations are unpredictable. I want to avoid people dying for this course as much as possible.”

“I agree with you”, Taehyung say and the rest of you nod your heads as well.

“And what does this stone mean?”

“I got this from the witches”, Hoseok says.

“But it’s just a stone.”

“It’s not just a stone. They said that it can be used in some sort of device? I don’t really know.”

You lift the stone into the light and inspect it with one eyes closed. You twist and turn it a few times.

“A device? It looks so normal to me.”

“It’s not. Please give it to me, it’s really rare”, Yoongi says and opens his palm for you to place the stone into.

“Oh shoot, of course. Here.”

“Thanks, princess”, he says and lets it slip into the pocket of his flannel afterwards, “if we get the rest of the ingredients, we can create a powerful weapon. Not even Namjoon will be immune to its effects.”

“Will it be deadly to him?”

“No, but paralyzing.”

“Woah I didn’t know that. That’s powerful stuff then”, Hoseok gasps, “and here I was thinking that they were messing with me.”

“No, they weren’t. Tell them thanks.”

“I will right away”, Hoseok says and pulls out his phone to type a cutely written message to the witches. He furrows his brows, “mhm”, he lets out.

“What’s wrong?”

“Seokjin just told me to call him. Give me a minute, I’ll be right back”, he says and gets up to leave the room.

You watch him until he disappears, exchanging a look.

“Do you guys think that he is okay?” you ask.

“I really hope so”, Jungkook says nervously.

“I am sure that he is”, Taehyung says.

“Mhm, let’s hope for the best and focus on the mission ahead”, Yoongi says to which the rest of you agree.

“Your plans sound awesome. I would love to see Namjoon’s stupid face once he realises what you did with the blood clubs.”

“You will. Once I catch him, you will.”

You study the map.

“And what can the rest of us do in the meantime?”

“I’ll go with Taehyung”, Jungkook says, “it’s too dangerous to go alone.”

“That sounds like a plan. What can I do?”

Yoongi scoffs, making you look at him in question. He looks amused, but in an almost mocking way.

“What?” you ask.

“You’re staying here. I don’t know why you’re even asking. It’s way too dangerous for you.”

You pout, “rude.”

“Hey”, he softens his voice, “I’m sorry, but you know that we can’t take you. You could get hurt.”

“Yeah I know”, you say, giving up with a defeated sigh, “oh, what I wouldn’t give to also be cool and strong like you guys.”

“You’re even cooler than us”, Jungkook says.

“You think so?”

He nods his head vigorously, “of course I do. You’re making sure the apartment stays safe. That’s the coolest job”, he says and grins cutely.

You snort, “thanks, I love your optimism.”

The guys leave to get ready once you finished breakfast while you stayed back to wash the dishes. You are really sad that you have to stay back. You really wanted to meet wolves. You obviously understood why you couldn’t go with Taehyung and Jungkook, but didn’t understand why you couldn’t at least come with Yoongi. He must have his reasons for it however. He wouldn’t leave you back if he didn’t have to.

You startle when two strong arms snake around your body. You tense up and let out a little squeak. 

“It’s me”, Yoongi assures you.

“Boongie”, you relax instantly, falling against his chest, “you startled me.”

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “at least that didn’t change.”

“You’re a meanie”, you murmur and run your hands up and down his lower arms until you land at his hands. You trace his wrist bones, resting your head against his shoulder. You sneak a glance at him as best as possible.

“I missed you”, you confess.

“You missed me?”

“Mhm, you were gone for so long.”

He snorts, “I was upstairs for twenty minutes.”

“Yeah, that’s too long.”

Yoongi stubs you with his nose and pecks your cheek.

“You’re so dramatic”, he whispers, kissing your neck gently, “go back to cleaning, I’m right here.”

“Don’t wanna”, you say, turning in his hold. You hook your arms behind his head, playing with his hair, “wanna look at you.”

Yoongi chuckles, kissing the shell of your ear. His voice tickles you nicely as he speaks in a soft whisper.

“I’m not going anywhere. Once I’m back, you can look at me all night, princess.”

“You promise?”

“Mhm, promise”, he purrs, “except for when I make your eyes roll back just for me.”

“Oh my god”, you gasp, pushing at his chest harshly, “what’s wrong with you? Don’t say that so casually!”

Yoongi smirks lazily and shrugs his shoulders, “I don’t know what you’re on about”, he says nonchalantly, stepping back to prepare himself a glass of water.

“So mean”, you murmur, feeling hot all over. You turn back to the stove and scrub it with a slight pout on your lips.

Yoongi stays with you, drinking the water as he watches you work.

“What will you do today?” he asks you.

“Be bored as fuck? Can’t I come with you? Please?”

“I don’t know if this is a good idea. I’d feel a lot better if I knew you were safe here.”

“But what if I stay with you and really, really listen to what you say?”

Yoongi purses his lips as he thinks. He doesn’t give you an answer, as before he can, Taehyung and Jungkook join you. They both wear sturdy clothes.

Taehyung hurries to you and sweeps you off your feet just so he can twirl you. You squeak and giggle, holding onto his shoulders.

“Look at you”, he beams up at you, “I missed you violently upstairs.”

“You did?” you giggle.

“I did. Every second without you felt like hell.”

You fluster immensely, feeling your cheeks heat up. You giggle, lowering your head shyly.

Taehyung sets you down and cups your cheeks to tilt your head up.

“Please allow this starved man one kiss.”

“You’re such a sweet talker, Tae”, you mumble, closing your eyes in anticipation of what was to come.

Taehyung kisses you deeply. So deeply in fact that your knees buckle a little and Yoongi pulls a grimace of distaste.

“Can you guys not do that here?”

Taehyung breaks the kiss with a loud “mwuah”, sending Yoongi a playful grin.

“Are you telling me that I should deny myself of this earthly blessing?”

Yoongi lifts a finger in warning.

“Please don’t pull me into this, wannabe Shakespeare.”

Taehyung laughs and you snicker.

“You are hilarious, hyung”, he says and takes a step back.

“Come here”, Yoongi tells Jungkook and Jungkook follows.

Yoongi grips Jungkook by the back of his head, running his eyes over his body carefully.

“Did you put on the thick jacket, kiddo?” he asks.

Jungkook nods his head, “yes, hyung. And the stab proof vest so stakes can’t pierce me.”

“That’s good”, Yoongi says and ruffles Jungkook’s hair, “that’s good, kiddo.”

Jungkook smiles fondly, “thank you, hyung”, he says.

Hoseok enters the room. All eyes are on him instantly. He looks upset.

“And?” Jungkook stresses, shimmying from side to side nervously.

Hoseok shrugs his shoulders, “he wants me to pick him up at the train station”

“Already?” you gasp, “but it’s barely been three days.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“And? What did he say? Did he find Emma? Are they together again? What happened?”

“I don’t know. He didn’t say, but he didn’t sound happy”, Hoseok says and touches the side of his neck, “I don’t think that they’re a thing again.”

“Noo, this can’t be happening”, Jungkook says and tears up slightly, “please not Jinnie hyung.”

“No Seokjin, no”, you sag your shoulders sadly, “this is the worst day ever. I’m so sad for him. What the hell?”

“Yeah, right? I was so excited for him, but I guess it’s been too long since they saw each other. I bet they were way too different or maybe he didn’t even find her.”

“This sucks, what the hell. I’m so sad right now.”

“Me too”, Hoseok says and then looks at Yoongi, “I hope you don’t mind that I won’t come with you. I wanna be there for Jinnie when he comes back.”

“Go to him. He needs you more than I do.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Be there for our friend. He needs support”, Yoongi says.

“Thanks. I’ll try to be his best support ever”, Hoseok says and tries to diffuse the situation by cracking a stupid joke, “number one supporter Jung Hoseok”, he says and tries to laugh.

You all chuckle even if it felt a little forced.

“So what are we gonna do now?” Hoseok asks, “I’m going to the train station, but what are you gonna do?”

“I’ll come with you for now, I can meet up with the wolves later.”

“I’ll come with you too”, you say, “I want to be there for Jin when he comes back. Please Yoongi?”

“Of course, you don’t have to ask.”

“Can I come with you too?” Jungkook asks, looking at Taehyung, “I know I’m basically putting all the danger on your shoulders, but this is really important to me.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself, my angel”, Taehyung assures him, “hyung, may I borrow some of your Paris students for today? I can’t change the meet up time as my source is only free today.”

“Of course. Take as many as you need, Tae”, Yoongi assures him.

“Thank you.”

“I’ll get dressed right away”, you say and leave the room.

You meet Yoongi, Jungkook and Hoseok by the door. Yoongi is in the middle of putting on a beanie on Jungkook’s head, murmuring about him needing to stay warm while Jungkook looks at him with sparkly eyes.

“Where’s Tae?”  you ask them.

“He already left. He told us to tell you that he loves you and he hopes that you have a lovely day”, Hoseok explains.

“No, I wanted to give him a kiss before he leaves, but thank you Hobi.”

“Of course”, Hoseok says and grins cutely.

Yoongi steps closer to you then and wraps a scarf around you.

“You should stay warm, princess”, he says.

“You’re so cute”, you say, feeling your heart flutter.

Yoongi finishes with a quiet hum and a nod of his head, stepping back after caressing your cheek with his hand. He is truly the most precious person.

You leave the house together.

“Do you guys wanna get some coffee for our journey?” Hoseok offers.

Yoongi looks at you, “what do you say, princess? Do you want some tea?”

You nod your head.

“Funky. Let’s go together then.”

“Yeah okay”, you say and let Hoseok guide you down the stairs by your elbow.

“We should put some caffeine into our system”, he says, holding Jungkook’s hand by his other side, “should we stop for croissants? I bet they’re really yummy in Paris.”

You shake your head, “I already ate, I’m really good, unless you want to go.”

“I do. Your breakfast looked so good, now I’m craving croissants too.”

“Then we can go, of course.”

Yoongi joins your side, “why didn’t you guys wait for me?” he asks.

“Oh? Sorry hyung, we thought that you were already following us.”

“I was locking the place”, with a little twirl he walks in front of you, having his back turned to the road ahead, “Hoseok’s right. We should get food and drinks. They’re on me. What do you guys want?” he says, touching both your and Jungkook’s upper arm.

“I don’t know yet”, you both say.

“Hoba, what do you want?” Yoongi asks.

“Croissants. ___’s breakfast looked delicious.”

“Good. Croissants it is. Kookie, do you want to look up a good place for it?”

“Yes, I could do that”, Jungkook says, pulling out his phone. He starts typing with a concentrated pout as looses himself in his task of finding the best place close by.

Yoongi changes spots, returning to your side.

“Can I hold your hand?” he asks.

You intertwine your fingers instantly, thumb caressing his skin softly. He swings your arms back and forth, nudging you with his shoulder gently. You look at him and the little grin he sends you. You can’t help but smile. He is so cute.

Now victorious in his task of making you smile, Yoongi walks easier, holding your hand while Jungkook keeps reporting about the different croissant places. There is one just down the block which sells crispy croissants but which is way too expensive. Then another two metro stops north which is cheaper but which doesn’t have the best reviews. And another which sounded nice at first until Jungkook said that the owner had the reputation of being a rude Parisian. You decide on taking the metro a few stops closer to the train station and then visiting a café which was on the way. Jungkook says that the reviews were all good and the prices even better.

You board the train and walk to an empty seat. The others let you sit while they position themselves in front of you. Yoongi claims the spot right in front of you, reaching up to twist one of the handles to hold on. Not that something like a moving train can affect vampires, so you realise as both Jungkook and Hoseok stand perfectly still when the train starts moving rather sudden, while the humans around them sway and stumble in search for balance. Yoongi only sways because a random passenger accidentally stumbled back and pushed their backbag into him.

They apologise by sending Yoongi a judgmental look over their shoulder. Yoongi sends it right back, then turns to look at you. Your eyes are fixated outside, but lock with Yoongi in the reflection of the window. He gives you a little grin, one that only really lifts the corners of his lips. You turn your head, now actually looking at him. Yoongi switches his gaze to you as well, smile growing when you slip your hand between his legs just so you can hold onto his thigh as the train makes you sway. You rest your head against his thigh, turning it to leave one little kiss on him and then it is already back to resting against him. Yoongi places his hand on the top of your head, caressing you with his thumb as gently as possible. 

You leave the metro station after five stops. A slight wind picked up. The café is just down the street according to the map on Jungkook’s phone screen.

“Do you guys already know what you’ll be getting?” Hoseok says.

“Of course I do. I checked the menu online and they have five different types of croissants. I want to get the walnut cinnamon one and the regular one”, Jungkook says.

“Ooh JK, you did your research like always”, Hoseok coos, patting his upper back.

“Yeah”, Jungkook says shyly.

“That’s our Kookie. You can trust that he’ll do the best job”, Yoongi says, making Jungkook smile bashfully. 

Yoongi holds the door open for the rest of you. A stranger slips inside as well, thanking Yoongi with a dismissive nod of his head. He hurries straight to the counter, cutting you in line.

“Rude”, Hoseok murmurs, sticking his tongue out at him when he isn’t looking.

“They’re all entitled cunts here”, Yoongi murmurs.

“Yeah? Have you been to Paris before?”

“Mhm. Too many times. I always hated it.”

“It’s because he only spent his time in hotel rooms”, you say, sending him a teasing look.

Yoongi scoffs, “you don’t know that.”

“You said so yourself.”

Yoongi studies your face. He smiles softly and gives you a gentle nudge.

“Just order your food, princess”, he says fondly, “it’s your turn.”

You go for one regular and one with extra butter. While Hoseok takes one with chocolate and a big cup off iced coffee. Yoongi orders coffee as well while you order a hot chocolate. Jungkook doesn’t order a drink, but will regret it later and buy a can of coke from a street vending machine.

You don’t stay at the café. Instead you wander to the metro station slowly. Yoongi is holding your hand and carries the regular croissant in his jacket pocket so once you finished the butter one, you can finish this one too. He keeps it in a paper bag. You really like the croissant. Jungkook and Hoseok like it too and Yoongi says that the coffee is a little too sweet but that the milk saves it. He already finished the coffee once you board the train again and you are on your second croissant, chewing on it happily.

This time around, there are four spots empty. You all sit down. The train starts a few moments later.

“And this one will take us straight to the train station, right?” Hoseok asks.

“Yes, according to the plan it will”, Jungkook says, looking it up on his phone.

“You have net down here?” you ask, checking your phone, “how? My phone says only emergency calls are allowed.”

“I took a screenshot of the plan. I’m a genius like that.”

“Our Jungkookie like always”, Hoseok coos, placing his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder. He relaxes with a sigh, stretching out his legs.

You wiggle your hand between Yoongi’s arm and his body, intertwining your fingers with him seconds later. He sneaks a glance at you.

“I like holding your hand”, you say, painting fondness on his face.

“Me too”, Yoongi murmurs then sneaks a shy glance at Hoseok and Jungkook. 

They seem more interested in what is happening outside than you holding hands. 

“Are you guys going somewhere after we meet Jin? Are you still meeting with the Alpha?” Hoseok asks, finally changing his gaze to you and Yoongi. He sees your locked hands but doesn’t say anything. Why should he? You two were dating and that means mandatory hand holding whilst sitting . He is a little surprised however at Yoongi’s willingness to be publicly affectionate. Now bear in mind, Hoseok always knew that the Creator had a hidden soft side. After all, he knows you and he knows that you wouldn’t fall so goddamn deep for someone who wasn’t gentle or soft. So Hoseok always knew that Yoongi was a secret softie, but seeing him so openly affectionate with you still feels peculiar to him. Peculiar but also really nice. You and Yoongi seem so happy with each other. Hoseok likes that.

“Yes. Maël from the wolf tribes”, Yoongi says.

“Oh. Oh. Oh?”

“What?”

“The Alpha you’re meeting is Maël? The Maël?”

“Yeah…why?” Yoongi cocks up his right brow.

“Because he is a legend. Hello?”

“He is a legend? Why is he a legend?” Jungkook asks what you were wondering as well.

“He is the biggest deal as far as underground raves are concerned. I heard that the wolves of this city run the best raves ever. I never got into one because they’re so exclusive”, Hoseok explains, “did you hear that too, hyung?”

Yoongi nods his head, “Maël’s a little too old for that these days. It’s mostly his grandson who’s passionate for that type of crap.”

“It’s not crap. Have you ever been on one of the wolves’ raves?”

“Yeah”, Yoongi pulls a grimace of distaste.

“You were?” Hoseok gasps.

“Yes. It sucked.”

“Why? It’s the wolves’ rave”, Hoseok widens his eyes.

“So? It was loud and they started wrestling one hour in. Have you ever been in the middle of wolves wrestling it out?”

“I can’t say that I have.”

“It’s not fun. I got bitten twice. It took me three days to heal from that shit.”

“Woah okay that’s so cool. You can actually heal from their bite?” Hoseok asks.

“Yes, sadly.”

“Hey”, you nudge his thigh harshly, “don’t say that.”

“Sorry”, he mumbles guiltily.

“No, but you don’t get how cool that is, ___”, Hoseok says, “I knew a vampire, who knew a vampire whose cousin, who was also a vampire, died after a werewolf bit him. Did you guys know that our magic does not go well with their magic? His whole body turned into one giant blister before he literally exploded. This is so nasty. Imagine that happening to you.”

You pull a grimace of disgust, “that does sound awful.”

“It was awful. Thankfully I didn’t have to see it”, Hoseok says and laughs, “and you healed from it, hyung?”

“Yes.”

“Fascinating. Did you also turn into a giant blister?”

“No, but my arm was twice its size and hurt like hell.”

“Amazing”, Hoseok whispers, “you can seriously heal from everything, can’t you?”

Yoongi nods his head.

“Is there anything that can actually kill you?”

“Why would I tell you that in public where everyone can hear us?”

“You’ve got a point”, Hoseok says, looking around with squinted eyes, “there could be spies everywhere.” Hoseok settles back in his seat, “I still can’t believe that you called their rave crap.”

“It was crap.”

“You have no taste in great parties. Tzt, I’m so jealous I want to go to one too.”

“Come with us and I’ll ask Maël to let us in. I’m not saving your ass when you get bit though.”

Hoseok chuckles, “no, I’m alright. I don’t want to mess with wolves.”

“Yeah, it’s probably safer for you to stay away from them. I don’t want you to get bit”, Yoongi says, turning his head to look outside. Not that there is lots to see outside. Just darkness and the occasional flash of an emergency light when the train passes by one.

The drive to the train station takes around twenty minutes and by the time the metro rolls into its stop, the cabin is stuffed with people. Most of them are accompanied by their suitcases or travel bags while some seemed to be squished between them with their work attire on. Yoongi leads the way, fighting his way through the crowd whilst holding your hand tightly. Hoseok holds your other hand in order not to get lost and Jungkook is left with apologising duty to the poor people Yoongi pushes out of the way.

You gather in a little circle once you found a calmer spot on the metro platform.

“So what now?” Yoongi asks, looking at Hoseok.

“His train should be on platform four. He said that it’ll be here by two”, Hoseok says, checking the huge clock on the station wall, “that’s in five minutes. We gotta hurry.”

“I saw the sign for platform four back there”, you say, pointing over Jungkook’s head.

They look at where you are pointing.

“Awesome perception, ___. Let’s go”, Hoseok says, stomping off with confidence.

You follow him, matching his tempo as best as possible.

Jungkook walks between you and Hoseok.

“Do you guys think that he will be alright?” he asks.

“I can’t say”, you say, “did he say if he found Emma?”

“No, he just said that he’ll come to Paris today”, Hoseok says.

“We just have to wait with lots of hugs”, Jungkook says, nodding his head, “we have to be there for him, you guys.”

“Of course, I’m so ready to snuggle him”, you say.

“Totally, my arms are ready to engulf him”, Hoseok says, giving his own chest a little tap.

“Maybe he found her”, Yoongi says, “you never know.”

“Totally, let’s hope for the best”, you agree to which Jungkook and Hoseok nod their heads.

You reach the platform by walking up two flights of stairs and a long tunnel where advertisements greet you in flashing lights and colourful posters. Although there is more space, the crowds don’t become any less dense. Chatter in different languages surrounds you, barely audible announcements cut through it every now and then and sometimes the ringing of a bell whenever a train leaves its platform can be heard.

You pass by a donut booth, eyeing the sweet treats. Yoongi offers to buy you one if you want to, to which you deny him with a fond smile. He then proceeds to blush and squeeze your hand gently.

Platform four is surprisingly less busy than you imagined it to be. There were still many people waiting for the train, but the almost suffocating busyness of the rest of the station ceased to exist.

You arrive just in time for the bell to ring and for the announcer to welcome the train.

“He’s here”, Jungkook gasps, bouncing on the spot, “guys, I’m so nervous.”

“Same”, Hoseok says, intertwining his fingers with Jungkook. The latter gives him a soft squeeze and then continues rocking back and forth on his heels and toes.

The train stops with a loud squeak. The door opens just moments later. Crowds and crowds of people leave it, all seeming so busy with their lives.

“Can you guys see him?” you asks, getting on your tiptoes just to see better.

“Not yet”, Jungkook says with squinted eyes.

“Should we get closer?” Hoseok suggests.

“Maybe.”

“I see him”, Yoongi says, lifting his arm to point down at the platform.

“Where?”

“There.”

“I see him too”, Jungkook says and then gasps, “oh my god there is a woman next to him!”

She is smiling while he is talking. Her steps are filled with a happy skip, making her yellow dress dance. The colour suits the dark colour of her afro so very well, practically making her glow in the sunlight. They are holding hands.

“Is that Emma?” you gasp.

“I guess. Holy shit, that’s so fucking awesome”, Hoseok says and lifts his arm to wave, “Seokjin! Emma!” he calls out loudly.

Seokjin and Emma turn upon hearing his call. Their eyes light up.

Seokjin lifts his arm and waves back. Emma does the same seconds later, showing off her teeth in a bright smile.

You begin to run, Seokjin and Emma begin to run. You all meet in the middle. Hoseok and Jungkook fall around Seokjin’s neck instantly, hugging their friend as if they haven’t seen him in hundreds of years.

“You found her, hyung!” Jungkook squeals, crying the happiest tears.

“I can’t believe you actually did it”, Hoseok laughs.

Seokjin smiles, hugging them tightly, “I did. I missed you guys.”

“We missed you too, hyungie”, the two vampires say in unison and seconds later the three begin jumping in a circle whilst singing a nonsense song about being reunited again. It is beyond adorable to watch.

You and Yoongi welcome Emma.

“You must be Emma. Hello”, you say, offering her your hand to shake.

“And you must be ___, hello”, she says in a sweet voice, shaking your hand, “Seokjin told me all about you guys”, she says and looks at Yoongi, “we know each other already. Do you remember me?”

“Yes, I do”, Yoongi shakes her hand, “it’s good to see that you are doing well.”

“I am. Now even better”, she says, turning to Seokjin who just this moment leaves the group hug. He looks at you and Yoongi and smiles. Yoongi retorts it with a nod of his head.

“I’m so happy for you, Jinnie”, you say, opening your arms for a hug.

One that Seokjin retorts happily, giving your waist a gentle squeeze.

“I’m so happy too”, he says, “how are you doing?”

“I’m good. Now even better”, you break away so you can smile at him, “I bet you guys are so happy to be reunited again.”

“We are”, Seokjin intertwines his fingers with Emma, “please look at her. She is the most beautiful woman on earth”, he says and laughs squeakily, wiggling on the spot.

“You’re flustering me”, Emma says, lowering her gaze shyly.

“Waah you two are so cute”, Hoseok coos and nudges Seokjin’s side, “you have to tell us everything. Was it difficult to find each other? Did you know who you were instantly?” he asks as your reunited group begins strutting down the platform to the exit.

“Of course we did. I saw him and knew exactly who he was”, Emma says. 

“Yes? God, that sounds so romantic. Did you guys talk a lot?” Jungkook asks.

“We did more crying than talking didn’t we?” Emma asks in a sweet giggle.

Seokjin chuckles, nodding his head. 

“I was such a mess, you guys. I saw her through her shop window and instantly bawled my eyes out. She had to be the one to discover me and come outside to get me. It was so embarrassing.”

“No, don’t say that my tulip”, Emma says, nudging his arm gently, “I was as much of a mess as he was. I thought that I would never see him again and then there he was right in front of my shop. I couldn’t believe my luck.”

“This sounds so romantic, all of it”, Jungkook gushes, “like a real life fairytale.”

Emma and Seokjin exchange a loving gaze. They both look whipped for each other. 

“But I gotta scold you for a moment, hyung”, Hoseok says. 

“Why?” Seokjin asks.

“Why did you make it sound as if you were unsuccessful? Seriously, we were already imagining the worst things.”

“It was Emma’s idea”, Seokjin confesses and the two lovebirds snicker mischievously, “we wanted to mess with you guys.”

“What?” Hoseok gasps dramatically, “you big meanies! We were so worried for you”, he whines loudly.

Emma and Seokjin laugh.

“I’m sorry, bro”, Seokjin nudges Hoseok’s arm, “the opportunity was too big not to grasp it.”

“I hope you aren’t upset”, Emma says.

“I guess I’m not, wah so mean”, Hoseok pouts, “well, I’m happy that you guys both arrived safely. You have to tell us everything. And I mean everything.”

And so Seokjin and Emma give you every little detail. Emma tells you about Seokjin bringing tulips and Seokjin confesses that he almost passed out in nervousness when handling them to her. They snicker when they tell you that they both cried miserably whilst making dinner later that night because we they were so happy to be reunited again. They hold each other closer when they come to the part of the story where they tell about how they talked all night and cuddled and you all melted in fondness as their love could be felt by everyone. Hoseok tries to ask if they had sex too, which earned him a gentle slap to the back by Seokjin and a teasing remark by Yoongi. Seokjin then spent a good minute trying to explain to Emma that Hoseok sometimes is way too nosy for his own good and Emma snickered.

You boarded the metro together and chatted the entire way, not caring about whether or not the other passengers were annoyed by your talking. You just wanted to catch up and get to know each other. Emma tells you about her flower fields which she needs for her perfumes and you tell her about your love for gardening. You also talk a lot about flowers and your shared interest in them. You liked Emma even more afterwards and she did the same. Yoongi also asks her if she managed to learn control to which she tells the very thrilling story of how she met her best friend and business partner Genevieve, another Glutton, and that she taught her all about control. Yoongi tells her that he was happy that she did and then he apologises for not being able to help her in the past to which Emma assures him that there was nothing to forgive with a lovely smile.

The busy crowd of the metro station breaks up once you are out on the streets again. The wind of before stopped, now bright sunlight shines down on you, forcing the vampires to take out their sunglasses and put them on.

“What do you guys say to food?” Jungkook asks, “should we go somewhere? Preferably somewhere with less sunlight.”

“Oh that sounds lovely, I would love to go”, Emma says, nodding her head.

“You guys should go without me”, Yoongi says.

“Are you leaving already?” Hoseok asks, “no hyung, stay”, he whines.

Yoongi shakes his head, “I can’t. I’ll meet you guys later. Maël is waiting for me.”

“Ah yeah, I get that. Totally. It’s sad, we would have loved to have you with us.”

Yoongi lowers his eyes shyly, touching the side of his neck. He doesn’t know how to show it, but Hoseok’s words make him feel really happy.

“Who is Maël?” Seokjin asks.

“A really important werewolf, who'll help us with Namjoon.”

“Werewolves?” Emma gasps, “I thought that we shouldn’t get close to them because of their bite.”

“Yes. That’s why I’ll go alone.”

“Why? Isn’t it dangerous for you?”

Yoongi shakes his head.

“But if they bite you, you’ll die.”

“He can’t die. He's a Creator”, Hoseok explains.

“A Creator? Wow okay”, Emma exhales loudly, “that…wow.”

Yoongi gives her a shy smile.

“Now where do you guys wanna go? I’m in the mood for steak, what do you think?” Hoseok asks, taking out his phone to look for a good place.

“Steak sounds amazing”, Jungkook gasps, “Emma, do you like steak?”

“Yes, I do. I think it’s best when it’s rare.”

The vampires chuckle.

“I think so too”, Jungkook says and grins cutely.

Emma retorts it happily.

You inch closer to Yoongi, calling his attention by tugging at the sleeve of his jacket.

“Can I come with you?”

“Do you not want to go with the others?” he asks, sounding surprised.

“I’ll meet them later with you. I…” you lower your eyes shyly, “I want to meet werewolves”, you confess.

“You do?”

“Yes. Please can I come with you? Please Boongie?”

Yoongi studies you from head to toe and clicks his tongue.

“Fine. Why not? It shouldn’t be dangerous”, he says, nodding his head.

You smile, “thank you. I promise that I’ll listen.”

Yoongi chuckles, pinching your cheek gently, “I know. Fine, let’s go. Maël hates waiting.”

“Wait. Are you leaving too?” Hoseok gasps.

You nod your head, “I really want to meet werewolves.”

“Wah you guys are both leaving. Our group won’t feel the same without you”, Hoseok whines and steps closer to pat your and Yoongi’s arms, “please be careful, you guys.”

“You too. Call me if you need anything”, Yoongi says.

“You too”, Hoseok says, “should we meet up at a bar once you’re done?”

You exchange a look with Yoongi. He nods his head, saying what you were thinking as well. 

“We could do that.”

“Funky. I'll text you guys the deets once we know more.”

“Sounds like a plan”, you say, “you guys eat lots and yummy. Yeah?”

“We will. You guys try not to get killed by wolves.”

You and Yoongi chuckle. 

“We will”, Yoongi says, taking your hand, “come now, princess. We should leave.”

And after one last round of goodbyes, you finally turn to go your separate ways. They strut down the streets while you and Yoongi take the metro again. The cart is filled with people and you end up having to stand by the doors. Yoongi stands completely still despite various movements of the train, while you find your support by holding onto his waist. You don’t talk a lot because the stuff you could talk about most definitely would sound worrisome to the common person. Werewolves, vampires and witches. It’s too dangerous to talk about that kind of stuff next to normal humans. Especially because between those humans, enemies of all sorts could linger.

Your journey ends just a little outside of Paris. The neighbourhood was still dense with buildings and bustling with life, but one could feel the easiness of suburban life. The almost suffocating maximalism of the inner city has ceased to exist.

“It’s so pretty here”, you say, looking around the streets.

“You think so? It looks normal to me”, Yoongi says, holding your hands.

“I think it’s pretty”, you give him a sweet smile, “it’s almost feels like the Paris date you promised me.”

Yoongi smiles and scoffs, “you’re such a liar sometimes. I never promised you anything.”

You snicker.

“So are those wolves dangerous?” you ask him.

“Not to humans. To vampires very much.”

“What? But that means you’re in danger.”

“I can handle it, don’t worry. Maël knows that I’m coming.”

“I see. So we won’t be attacked?”

“I can’t guarantee that, so stay close. Yeah?”

“Yes, okay.”

Yoongi and you cross a bridge. A small canal – around ten meters of width – digs its way into the environment under your feet. There are a few people relaxing by the river bed, catching the warm rays of sunlight.

“We just entered their territory”, Yoongi tells you.

“Really? Was the bridge the border?”

“Yeah. The canal’s where their territory ends.”

“What happens to vampires that cross this border?”

“Depends. Most vampires know the wolves’ territory and stay away. The ones who cross mostly have bad intentions and get eliminated by the wolves and the ones who don’t, get around five seconds of fucking off again.”

“I see. So do vampires and wolves not get along in general or is it just in Paris?”

“There has always been a certain distaste between our races, but the rivalry is stronger in Paris. The vampires say that they were first here, while the wolves say the same thing. There was a time once where the wolves owned everything north of the Seine while the vampires owned the southern neighbourhoods, but it’s gotten better over the centuries. These days, it’s only a few neighbourhoods which are owned by vampires or wolves and the clans tend to stay away from each other.”

“I see. So why do you guys dislike each other?”

“Vampires hate the wolves because their bite can kill and more often than not, it’s the wolves who break up blood parties to save innocent lives. Wolves hate vampires because they kill humans and more often than not, they like to crash their raves for easy prey. Honestly, I agree with the wolves. Most vampires are bastards”, Yoongi says and clicks his tongue in distaste.

“I see. But you’re not a bastard”, you say.

Yoongi sneaks a glance at you, “thanks, I guess.”

“Mhm”, you say, giving his arm a little hug, “thank you for telling me all of this and for taking me with you. I still think that it’s so fascinating that magic and supernatural races are real, so thank you for educating me. I really like learning about you and the other races.”

“No worries. You should learn”, Yoongi says, nodding his head in contentment. He shows you one of his cute smiles, the kind which puffs out his cheeks and which only really tugs up the corners of his lips. He tugs you closer. “Don’t startle”, he says.

“What do you- ah!” you scream up and stumble back as someone lands right in front of you. On all fours. They lift their head, revealing a human man’s face to your eyes. His lower face is covered in a thick, long beard and his eyes glow golden.

“What’s a bloodsucker and a human doing in our territory?” he growls, sniffing your legs loudly.

You sneak a panicky glance at Yoongi then at the man sniffing your legs.

“What are you doing here?” the man asks, moving his head closer to your middle. Not in a sexual way, but it still makes you feel weird.

“Back off, please”, you say, inching closer to Yoongi to escape that weirdo’s nose.

The man stands up, towering over you and Yoongi significantly. His muscles are stretching the material of his shirt, his lower arms are revealed enough to show off the thick hair on them. His nails are long and sharp. Is this one of the wolves?

“You have five seconds to explain yourselves and then I’ll get violent”, he warns.

“And you have four seconds to be a good fucking doggy and take us to Maël”, Yoongi says dryly.

“I’ll kill you”, the man spits, exposing his wolf fangs in a loud growl.

You flinch back, while Yoongi stays calm.

“Beau, stop that”, a man’s deep voice cuts through the air.

The werewolf looks over his shoulder. An elderly man is walking to you. A walking stick keeps him supported. Heavy golden rings glisten on his hairy fingers and buried deep in his exposed chest hair, golden chains glimmer. He looks wealthy and important.

“That’s no way to greet our guests”, he speaks.

“Oh?” Beau looks at you then Yoongi, “forgive me, I thought you were trespassers.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi hums, “one of yours?” he asks the elderly wolf.

“It’s nice to see you too, old friend”, the man says, finally reaching your side. He bows at Yoongi, getting helped back up by Beau afterwards.

“It’s good to see you too, Maël. You got old as fuck”, Yoongi says.

Maël laughs.

“I can’t deny that I have. That’s what two whole centuries do to you”, he says, “now come. We prepared drinks. Do you still enjoy whiskey?”

“Yes, it’s good.”

“Perfect. Beau is brewing it himself”, Maël says, “he is Mary’s son and my favourite grandchild.”

“Don’t say that, pépé. The others are going to believe it again and bite me”, Beau complains. He is walking between Yoongi and Maël to keep a distance between the vampire and his grandfather. Just in case. Yoongi is the first vampire he doesn’t kill within seconds of meeting him. Normally, he is always leading his pack into fights with perverted bloodsuckers and their disgusting blood parties. He thinks the little vampire to be both fascinating and highly suspicious. How can someone that tiny feel so powerful? And why is a human by his side willingly? Beau wonders as he listens to his grandfather talk.

Maël laughs, “I’m only joking. I love all my grandchildren equally.”

You reach a big three story building. The doors are open. The inside smells old, but well loved. There are people in every room. Old and young, man and woman and all of them with golden eyes and thick hair covering various parts of their bodies. There was conversation before, but it stops when you enter. Loud sniffing and low growling fills the rooms. Golden eyes follow Yoongi suspiciously and study you curiously. You clutch Yoongi’s hand as tightly as possible, trying not to make eye contact just in case one of them sees it as provocation.

“Let’s go upstairs to my office. The pack’s not used to visitors. Especially not a vampire”, Maël says, stepping into the opened elevator at the end of the hallway.

“Sir”, another wolf greets him, placing himself by Maël’s left side while Beau takes the right.

“Marcel”, Maël greets him, “he is Lucille’s son.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi says and gives the wolf a nod of his head.

The latter returns it with suspicion in his golden eyes.

Beau presses the button. The elevator closes and begins to move, filling the air with its mechanical hum.

“A vampire and a human. I must say, I am surprised that you surround yourself with humans, Min Yoongi”, Maël studies you, “may I ask for your name, mademoiselle?”

“___. It’s nice to meet you.”

“The feeling is mutual. How come that you find yourself in the company of a vampire, especially that of Min Yoongi, mademoiselle?”

“Uhm”, you hesitate, glancing at Yoongi. Can you expose your relationship status or will this mean your harm?

Yoongi nods his head.

“He’s my boyfriend.”

Maël lifts his brows in surprise. The elevator stops. The doors open.

“Who would have thought”, he murmurs and leaves the small space. His grandsons follow him, keeping their hands folded on their back nonchalantly.

The hallway to Maël’s office is long and with red carpet cushioning your steps. Dark wooden wainscoting covers the walls.

Two more wolves join in the hallway, claiming their spots behind you to tail you. You sneak a glance at them and draw closer to Yoongi.

“Was this the right thing to say?” you ask him in a whisper so hopefully only he can hear you.

“Yes.”

“Okay”, you say, seeking him when yet another pair of wolves begins tailing you.

Yoongi places his arm around your waist.

“One thing you need to know about me is that I would never take you with me if there is potential for danger”, he says calmly.

You understand what he means by that. The wolves may look scary, but this is safe and will stay safe. It should have been obvious already once Yoongi allowed you to expose your relationship status.

You relax in an exhale.

“Come in. Sit”, Maël says, revealing his office to you. Modern paintings against dark wainscoting and wooden furniture with metal decorations. It looks expensive. The scent of whiskey and unlit tobacco hangs in the air. There are three more wolves in the office. All of them women of remarkable stature. They played cards before, but stop to watch you and Yoongi with curious eyes. Their noses move as they take in your scents.

“Why is there a vampire in our territory, pépé?” one of them asks.

“He is our guest, dear Michelle”, Maël explains, “for now at least.”

“I see. Good day”, Michelle says and gives Yoongi a nod of her head.

Yoongi retorts it. The three wolves look back into their games of cards.

“My granddaughters. They are remarkable fighter”, Maël explains.

“I see that your family’s thriving”, Yoongi says.

“Oh yes. The Seville Pack is not going to die out soon”, Maël says and sits down on the chair behind his desk while his two grandsons take the space behind the chair, golden eyes glued to Yoongi. You and Yoongi sit down opposite of Maël. The other wolves stay by the door while one places himself right behind Yoongi just in case.

Yoongi sneaks a glance at him then at Maël.

“I see that you’ve also tightened security”, he says.

“Call it elderly paranoia, but I plan to be taken by age”, Maël says.

“Mhm, judging by how you look, it won’t be long.”

Maël laughs, Yoongi lets out what sounds like a laugh. The wolf waves Beau to him with a flick of his wrist.

“Yes, pépé?”

“Prepare our guests a glass.”

“Yes.”

“You do drink mademoiselle, don’t you?”

“Yes, uh, not too much though.”

“You heard her, son.”

“Yes.”

“Good”, Maël says, turning his attention back to Yoongi, “so you have finally found your mate.”

“Yes.”

Maël chuckles, “it was about time.”

“Mhm. How is Lili?” Yoongi asks.

“Splendid. Thank you for asking. She sends her greetings.”

“Thanks. The honour’s all mine.”

Beau returns with the whiskey. He gives you the first one. Yoongi gets the second and Maël gets the last.

“Let’s get started”, he says, lifting his glass, “to another good business with you.”

Yoongi lifts his glass, “to good business.”

They clink glasses. Maël offers it to you next.

“Oh yeah, uh. To good business”, you stutter, clinking glasses with him clumsily.

They drink on it. You do the same, swallowing down the gag threatening to come out. This is so strong, burning your throat as it runs down to your stomach. You can feel it sit in your belly. Hot like fire. You really don’t like it.

Yoongi and Maël seem unaffected, setting their glasses down simultaneously.

“How many?” Maël asks. His voice carries stern seriousness.

“A hundred and ten”, Yoongi answers him with just as much professionalism in his voice.

Their deal must have started. You listen with bated breath.

“How sure are you?”

“Very.”

“Source?”

“Fredrick. Confirmed by my people in Paris.”

“Mhm.”

You have a rough understanding of what they are talking about, listening intently. You find it fascinating to watch Yoongi work.

“What do you need?”

“Fighter.”

“How many?”

“How many can you spare?”

Maël taps his long nails on the desk while Yoongi taps his fingers on the glass. Maël takes a sip of his whiskey.

“Twenty”, he says.

“Good. I take it.”

“Not so fast. What do I get in return?”

“Salvation.”

“Salvation?” Maël laughs.

“Blood clubs are getting popular. Humans keep disappearing. You hate that shit, I do too.”

They drink in agreement.

“Bad for business and it fucks with your morals. We both know, it’s Namjoon’s doing. I want him gone and in return I’ll help you with getting rid of his vermin.”

“And I bring the fighter?”

“Yes.”

Maël scoffs, “how many do you bring?” he asks.

“Seven.”

“Continue.”

“My Paris sources.”

“Ages? Kinds?”

“Ripper, both of them. A thousand and five hundred.”

“And the rest?”

“Two Normals. Eight hundred and two hundred.”

“Continue.”

“A Glutton. Close to a hundred.”

“Good.”

“One Youngster.”

“Mhm”, Maël grimaces in distaste.

“And a training Ripper.”

Maël stops in his task of lifting the glass, eyes locked on Yoongi’s face. He seems impressed.

"Can he lose control if he wants to?"

"Yes. I won’t let him though. He's strong enough."

"Mhm. Do you trust them?”

“Yes.”

“With your life?”

“Yes.”

“With your mate’s life?”

Yoongi looks at you. He clenches his jaw.

“Five of them, yes.”

“Five you say.”

“They’re good fighter. Trained by me.”

“Mhm.”

Yoongi drinks, staring at Maël with an unfaltering, confident look. Maël drinks, setting his glass down. He taps his nails on the wood twice.

“Then it seems that we have a deal”, Maël says and finally lift his glass to his lips.

Yoongi drinks. He finishes his drink, setting it down loudly.

“When do you need them?” Maël asks.

“Day after tomorrow.”

“Good. They’ll be ready.”

“Good.”

Maël gets up from his chair. He turns his back to you and struts to the window to look at the city, “you know the way.”

Yoongi gets up, fixing his leather jacket.

“It’s been an honour making business with you, Maël”, he says, glancing at you. He signals you to get up with a nod of his head.

“Oh? We’re leaving?” you stumble to your feet.

Yoongi reaches for your untouched glass and downs it in one go. He stares into your eyes as he does, making you gulp. He sets it back down, glancing at Maël.

“Don’t die”, he says dryly.

Maël chuckles, “don’t kill your mate.”

Yoongi takes your hand, “let’s go, princess.”

“It, uh, it was nice meeting you all”, you say, allowing Yoongi to guide you to the door.

“The honour was all mine, mademoiselle”, Maël says, turning just so he can bow at you. You can see him just long enough to watch him lift his head and flash you his long canines in a mischievous grin and then the door falls closed.

“Come. We should leave”, Yoongi says, quickening his steps.

“Are we in danger?”

“No. They still don’t like me being here. It's best we leave quickly”, he says.

You step inside the elevator.

He presses the button. You hold his arm instantly. Yoongi studies your face. 

“They wouldn’t hurt you. Wolves cherish human life and protect the humans living in their territory as if they were part of the pack. You don’t have to be scared.”

“What about you?”

“As long as I behave according to their rules, I’ll be fine.”

“What are their rules?”

“No bloodshed, no show of strength and get the fuck out of wolf territory as quickly as possible.”

“But they know that you came for a deal with Maël, don’t they?”

“Yes. Deal’s been made though. My purpose here’s been fulfilled. I’m not under his protection anymore.”

The elevator arrives, the doors open.

“So what does that mean?”

“Means we gotta leave. Come, it’s not far”, Yoongi says, taking your hand to hurry out of the mansion in big steps. You don’t miss the deathly glares the wolves send his way. They hold back for now, still carrying enough respect in the deal to allow Yoongi to leave in peace. 

The doors to the mansion close behind you once you are outside. Yoongi hurries down the street, carrying seriousness on his face. 

“Do you really think that we are safe?”

“Yes. Don’t slow down.”

Someone howls behind you. 

“What was that?” 

“Trouble.” 

“Trouble?”

“Hold on tight.”

“What are you- ah!” you yelp as Yoongi picks you up and then runs. The world is blurry instantly, you clutch him tightly. The howling grows in volume. You could have sworn that you saw a greyish shadow follow you, but the surrounding world is too blurry to recognize anything. Another loud howl. The grey shadow appears again. Wait a second. There is someone following you. One of the wolves.

“Yoongi, there is someone following us”, you gasp. 

“I know”, Yoongi says and jumps, making you screech because you expected everything but not for him to leap over the canal. 

He stops and turns, setting you down carefully. 

The grey shadow stops, becoming clear to your eyes. Beau. He is smiling at you from the other side, but carries enough murder in his golden eyes to let you know that he was not playing.

Yoongi lifts his hand to wave at him. Beau waves back.

“See you tomorrow, Min Yoongi”, he says. 

“See you, Beau. Your whiskey’s good.”

“Thanks, ami”, Beau grins, “you’re slower than I thought you were.”

“Cut me some slack, I had my woman in my arms.”

Beau laughs, “see you, man”, he says and salutes at him, “mademoiselle”, he addresses you, bowing deeply.

“Uh yeah”, you say, giving him a hesitant wave. 

He turns and disappears as quickly as he appeared. Just the very distant howling can be heard once and then it’s just the two of you. 

You look at Yoongi. 

“Was he trying to kill you right now?”

“Yes”, Yoongi says.

“Okay? Uhm. Not creepy at all.”

Yoongi takes your hand, “come. We’re safe for now.”

“Do you not think that this was creepy?”

“You’re so cute”, Yoongi says, pulling you in to drape his arm over your shoulder. 

“I think that it was scary. I’m all shaken up now.”

“Don’t be. We’re safe now”, he says, kissing your temple, “you did really well with the holding on, my princess. You’re okay, yeah?”

“I'm okay, just a little shaken up.”

“I know. I’m sorry, I should have warned you, but I had to act fast.”

“It's okay, I’m not mad at you”, you gaze at him, “it's actually really hot that you can carry me.”

Yoongi sends you a fond look, pinching your cheek gently.

“You're so cute”, he whispers, tracing your lips, “keep that shit up and I’ll show you what this gets you.”

“What does it get me, mhm?”

Yoongi stops and cups your cheek, tilting your head so he can lean closer and kiss your lips. Except that he doesn’t. He lets you think that he will, but he ends up leaving you hanging, aching for a kiss. 

“Keep it up and you'll find out”, he rasps, brushing his thumb over your lower lip.

Truly, for a second you consider opening your mouth just to take in his thumb. He’s got you so whipped. 

Tragically for you, Yoongi steps back, leaving you with a needy ache in your tummy. 

“Now let’s get back to the others”, he says, continuing his walk, “did Hobi text you the details already?”

“Let me check”, you say, pulling out your phone, “he did. Peony. That’s the name of the bar. Look, the address.”

Yoongi reads it, “I think that’s on the north side. Can you look it up?”

“Yes. I will.”

“Mhm, good”, Yoongi says, pulling out his phone, “huh?”

“Why? What’s wrong?” you sneak a glance at his display.

“Sophia called me. I have to call her back.”

“Yeah sure.”

Yoongi dials her number and by the second ring she picks up. You listen to him talk, following him as he leads you back to the station. You can’t hear her, but she seems to tell him something serious as Yoongi’s face falls more and more.

“You’re fucking kidding”, Yoongi gasps, “wait here”, he tells you and breaks away to take a few steps to the side in order to talk to her in peace. You wait by a shop window in the meantime, studying the prettily done scenery. It was a scene of two rabbits running around a field of flowers. It advertises perfume. You look at Yoongi. He is still talking, prancing up and down with his hand rubbing the side of his neck in soothing. You wonder if he was okay. He seems distressed.

You decide to text Hoseok that you were on your way while you wait for Yoongi. He receives it and is online instantly. As always with Hoseok. You can always count on him being up to date with your lives the second you are online. He types for a moment and then the message already arrives.

-          Hobi: got it 👍 looking forward to you guys :D we had so much steak :P

You smile, sending him a few smileys back before locking your phone again because you just realised that it almost has no battery left and you want to save it. Yoongi ends his calls, hurrying back to you.

“Are you okay?” you ask him.

“Change of plans. I have to meet with Sophia.”

“Why? Is everything okay?”

“Some of Namjoon’s men attacked her guys. We have to sort out the mess”, he explains, “did you find out where the bar is?”

“Yes. Belleville.”

“Ah shit, that’s too far.”

“Why?”

“I can't take you there. I'll be too late if I do.”

“It's okay, I’ll just go on my own.”

Yoongi studies you, gnawing on his lower lip.

“I don't know. I hate having to leave you alone”, he says.

“I can manage. I have my phone and the address and if something happens, I’ll call you right away.”

Yoongi furrows his brows.

“I don't know”, he murmurs, “can't one of the guys pick you up?”

“Can you trust me a little more, please my prince?” you say softly, touching his waist, “nothing will happened to me. I promise.”

Yoongi studies your features, eyes softening in fondness. He truly can’t say no to you. you just have to give him a cute look and he’s melting. He exhales in defeat.

“Fine”, he gives in, “but you have to text me once you’re there. And take some of my money. Go straight to the others, yeah?”

“Yes Yoongi Boongie, that sounds doable. Will you meet us later?” you ask him, accepting the hundred euros he places into your hand.

“Don’t know yet. You’ll see me at the apartment otherwise.”

“Yes, okay”, you say.

“Come. I’ll at least take you to the station.”

You intertwine your hand with him.

“You worry too much, my prince”, you tease him lovingly.

“No, I don’t worry enough”, he corrects you, making you laugh.

“Okay, okay”, you snicker, hugging his arm, “you are so adorable, my Boongie.”

Yoongi smiles shyly, feeling giddy in his chest. He likes being your Boongie.

Yoongi leaves after making sure that you boarded the right train. He waves at you until you leave the station.

You fall back into your seat, taking out your phone. Ten percent of battery left.

“Crap”, you murmur. Hopefully it will still be enough until you meet the others.

You hope that Yoongi will be alright. He seemed so stressed. He didn’t talk to you at all on your way to the station. You have learned that he stays silent whenever he is upset about something. You plan on giving him lots of cheek kisses once he is back. And maybe you can massage him as well. You are sure that this will relax him. 

You leave the metro station once you are in the inner city again. According to your phone, you need to take a bus next. The batter is only at five percent. You hurry to the station, clutching your phone tightly. Please don’t die before I haven’t met the others, you think.

You just have to get to the right neighbourhood and then everything will be alright. Quick! The bus is already at its station. You manage to get on it seconds before the doors close. Now you have to stay on it for five stations and then you’ll have to walk the rest of the way. You sit down on an empty seat, turning your attention to the city outside. The sun is already setting, soaking everything in its golden light.

Today was such an eventful day. You found a powerful stone which will help in the defeat of Namjoon and Taehyung finally found a source for all those awful blood clubs. Seokjin and Emma are back together and are helping in your hunt for Namjoon. You are so happy for Seokjin and look forward to getting to know Emma better. Knowing Seokjin, she must be a very lovely person. Seokjin wouldn’t fall for any other person than someone who is just as lovely and sweet as he is.

And you met your first werewolves. They were a little scary, but also highly impressive. You hope that Maël keeps his promise and provides Yoongi with fighters. You are positive that he will. The two seem to carry a deep mutual respect for each other. Beau on the other hand seemed to find more enjoyment in his hunt than respecting the deal. Yoongi seemed unaffected by it however, so maybe it was just Beau’s way of joking around and you don’t possess enough knowledge about the relationship between vampires and werewolves to judge the situation correctly. Either way, you are glad that Yoongi left their territory unharmed and you are happy that you finally know how werewolves present themselves. They are hairier than you thought they would be and a lot bigger. Even the women were big and carried thick hair on their bodies. You like how they looked. It fits the very obvious strength they all possess. They will really help Yoongi and the others, you are sure of it.

The bus halts at its fifth stop. You almost missed it, hadn’t it stopped oh so abruptly. You stumble off your seat and hurry outside before it can drive off.

One check up on your phone. It’s dead.

“Great. That’s amazing. How should I get to the bar now?” you mumble, trying to turn on the phone but to no avail. It stays dark. “Okay I got this. Think. I think it was just down that road.”

You start your journey with unsure steps, looking left and right in case you spot the bar’s logo. Your unease grows as you come closer and closer to the road’s end without ever spotting the bar. This is not good. The bar should have been here already.

You turn. Maybe it was into the other direction?

You soon find out that it wasn’t into the other direction either. All you spot is a sports bar, an Irish pub and one café, which is already closed for the day. You twist and turn. You are surrounded by unfamiliarity. Nervousness is bubbling in your stomach. And you can’t even call Yoongi for help.

You hurry to the edge of the sidewalk, waving over a cab. One passes you, the second one doesn’t even acknowledge you, the third one slows down only to look you up and down and then drive off with a shake of his head.

“What the hell?” you gasp, “asshole!” you scream after him, flipping him off with all the anger in the world. This is the worst possible outcome ever. You hurry back to the bus station, checking the little map on there. French you can’t understand and no signs of a bar.

“Well fuck”, you say, exhaling in defeat. What should you do? Maybe you should check another street. Maybe it was the street right next to the bus route? You hurry to it, trying your phone one last time. Nothing. No battery and no clue of where you are.

You try not to, but still begin breathing quicker. This is the worst thing ever. You never got lost before. Let alone in a city you have never been in before and with your phone dead.

You turn to run back to the bus stop. You have to go back to where you came from and then somehow figure out how to get back to the hotel. This journey seems even more impossible. You have no idea how your hotel’s street is called, let alone what stations you need to go to get to it.

You try your phone one last time just in case something changed. Nothing. You curse, burying it back in your jacket pocket. Your eyes are glued to the street under your feet. This is the worst thing that ever happened. You are so scared.

You are so preoccupied with staring at the wet asphalt to miss the person coming closer to you. They are too busy looking into their phone to notice you.

Your impact is harsh, making both of you stumble back.   

“Crap. I’m sorry”, you gasp, lifting your head, “what the fuck?” you exclaim.

[heliswife]

Hello! New Anon here! 🍓 This is my first request! ^^ Could i make a request with how sleepovers with The project sekai boys would go? (together like a big ol chaotic party 💀) I understand completely if you do not want to do it! It does sound pretty chaotic and tricky after all! Love your work! Take care!☆

-🍓Anon☆

NAUR THE CHAOS IS GONNA BE CRAZY 😭 I LOVE THIS SO MUCH LMAO, BUT WELCOME 🍓 ANON!

Sleeping over with the Fantasista squad!

☆-> Rui paints all of y'alls nails! Tsukasa really wants to paint them too, but his shaky ass hands are saying the opposite. Akito denies the nail painting, but he really wants it and just gives in after convincing. Toya lets Tsukasa paint whatever color, and he usually chooses some electric blue or purple to fit whatever aesthetic he has going on

☆-> you guys sleep over at Toyas when his dad isn't home bc Tsukasa doesn't want to bother Saki (leo/need weekly sleepovers so real 😱), Ruis room is a hot mess, and Akito doesn't want Ena to bother y'all

☆-> TSUKASAS SNORING... 😭 Y'ALL HAVE TO SUFFER 🗿 but yea he always falls asleep first at sleepovers and y'all mostly Akito prank him by drawing on his face and the good ol' hand in warm water prank 😼

☆-> you guys watch a horror movie, and Tsukasa definitely gets scared easily so he just grabs on to you or someone else while he cowers in fear. Rui is just intrigued and he watches the horror movie without flinching 😭 Toya is watching the horror movie like its a regular action movie; he does not get scared easily. Akito gets sorta scared but he acts like he isn't terrified.

"This isn't scary at all, its completely obvious that its fake."

"Why are your eyes so wide then? You're also sort of trembling."

"Uh..."

☆-> at some point someone comes up with the idea to prank call people and y'all end up calling Ena, Nene, Saki, or whoever the fuck you can think of

☆-> when it is time to sleep, its just one big pile. Rui sleeps in a starfish position, Toya and Akito on one side and you and Tsukasa on the other. Because you're in Toya's house, there's a fuck ton of plushies you're sleeping with too so it's super cozy. It will be sorta hard to sleep because of Tsukasas loud ass snoring tho...💀

[mr-wrestlemania]

Hart-Break Hotel

The WWF superstars are staying at a nearby hotel for their upcoming show but two performers seem to be checking in each other's rooms on purpose. Will they check out of the hotel with their hearts in one piece? Or were they never whole to begin with?

Contains: Drug mentions(Allusions for the most part, reference to weed), Intoxication of one character

(its my first Hartbreak fic aaa enjoy the food)

Ao3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58070596

"Owen!!!" Bret kicked the room to his shared room with Owen but was only met with quiet laughter on the other side.

"Oh, so sorry, I guess there was no pizza guy." Owen hummed as his voice grew distant.

"Owen I swear to god, OPEN THE DOOR!" Bret tried to shout as quietly as he could. If his fellow athletes saw him half naked in the hallway, he'd ask Undertaker to bury him right then and there.

After a few minutes of silence, Bret sighed anxiously. "Maybe Davey will house me. Owen seems to think this is hilarious," He thought, "But what floor is he on?!"

Just then, Bret could hear a door open behind him, and there stood his on-screen rival Shawn. He yawned but suddenly looked wide awake when he noticed Bret's predicament. "Whats the matter, Bret? Having a bit of..trouble?" His cat-like smirk made Bret want to punch his lights out.

"It's nothing. Owen and I had a spat, now he thinks he's being funny." Bret pressed his ear on the door, only to be met by the sound of Owen lightly snoring. "Fucks sake.."

Shawn leaned on his door frame with his arms crossed, "I'd say cozy up in the lobby, but they might think you're some bum. I almost wish I had my Polaroid with me." His eyes drank in the scene much to Bret's annoyance.

"Good thing you don't." Bret sighed and picked himself off the carpet, "Look. Do you happen to know where Davey Boy's room is?"

"Mmmmmm, no." Shawn hummed, "Looks like you're shit out of luck."

"Dammit Michaels!" Bret whisper shouted, "Okay..Could I.."

Shawn perked and tilted his head, "Yeah? Could I what?"

Bret swallowed his pride best he could. "Could I just wait until morning in your room? Unless you'd rather be a dick this late at night."

"Say, please." Shawn grinned.

"What?"

"You heard me, c'mon."

"You're insufferable."

Shawn scoffed, "A simple, polite gesture is hardly insufferable. What's a simple please between friends?"

Bret sighed through his nose, "..Please Shawn?"

"No." Shawn started to close his door and laughed at Bret's expression. "I'm kidding lighten up. That was nice to hear, c'mon."

The fact that Shawn was actually letting him in was a surprise, but Bret was still on guard. Shawn's hotel room looked about how he expected. His gear was in an organized mess in the corner by the box TV, but his outfit for the next day was already neatly laid out on a table by the window. Not to mention, his hair care products littered the bathroom from what he could see. An odd yet familiar smell jolted his sinuses when Shawn shut the door behind him.

"Were you smoking pot in here???" Bret turned to Shawn.

Shawn snickered, "A little. Not enough to get me in trouble. Don't look at me like that it helps me sleep, not to mention it soothes the body, Hart." He opened the only window to let some of the air out. "Could you smell it from the hallway?"

"No." Bret sat down on the armchair, "I suppose it's better than the other stuff floating around the locker room."

Shawn shut the window and plopped on his bed, "Oh hell yeah, man. I'm trying to avoid some of it since I want to keep my smile perfect. Seen a few guys almost miss the tar in their teeth. Ugh."

"I know what you mean. It's sad to see, honestly. I've been worried about you, yknow. How deep you've gone into it."

The blonde's gaze drifted toward the ceiling, "..I know, Bret. I'm trying to play it safe. Keep things good for business."

"You're putting in the work. It's pretty obvious to me." Bret smiled lightly, and Shawn glanced back at the ceiling.

It was strange at how casual their conversation felt. For a while, Shawn was nearly impossible to talk to when he would say something that brought too much heat. Yet, in that moment, it felt like they could breathe.

"What? You're staring." Shawn rolled over to look back at Bret.

"Sorry. I just don't remember the last time we were this open." Bret stretched until his muscles felt less tight.

"Mm. Fair." Shawn looked up at the ceiling, "You caught me in a good mood. Or I guess a thoughtful one. I was thinking too much and couldn't sleep when I heard you like an angry moose out there."

"Was that a Canadian joke?" Bret raised a brow.

"A piss poor one. I can do better."

"Don't." Bret rolled his eyes and tried to shift into a comfortable position, but the armchair wasn't exactly a recliner. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Shawn was still glancing at him. "Is this funny to you?"

Shawn shrugged and threw a pillow directly at Bret's face. "You better not be this pathetic all the time. I expected better from someone almost as good as me." He teased with a smile.

Bret grunted but had a slight smile, "Almost??? It's too late to be cutting a promo Shawn, do you ever give your ego a rest?"

"Maybe. I let you in, didn't I?" He flipped over so his backside faced Bret.

The hum of the air conditioner in the room coated the room. Though, it only made the silence more deafening. Bret couldn't entirely tell if Shawn was being genuinely nice or just getting some entertainment from his situation. Yet it made him smile to see more of Shawn beyond his ego. The glamor. The 'sexy boy'. He was just Shawn in that room with him.

He looked down at the pillow, then back at Shawn. Shawn was already fast asleep, evident by his quiet snoring. It was rare to see Shawn so still and at complete peace.

Why would he care anyway? It didn't matter. He may have had Vince wrapped around his finger, but Bret refused to play into it. Yet part of him seemed drawn to Shawn. Was it his skills as a performer? He had little respect for the business at times, but did he really?

Even in their brief conversation, Shawn picked up on things that bothered Bret and didn't even comment on it. Yet he looked out for him. Why?

Bret sighed quietly and tried to get comfortable once more. The pillow helped his neck, at least. Before he knew it, he was out like a light.

Unbeknownst to him, Shawn rolled back over and opened his eyes to peek at Bret. He didn't know why. Maybe he didn't want to understand why. It was fun to toy with Bret, but to see him asleep was something else. His expression was so calm, and the way he laid out looked so vulnerable. If he would tell his friends about that night, he'd definitely leave this part out. They didn't need to know how it tore him up.

That morning, Bret woke up a little stiff but better than he'd be if he slept on the floor. He rubbed his eyes and was surprised to see Shawn asleep facing him. He quietly got up to check his reflection, call it paranoia from Owen's antics. Shawn didn't do anything to him while he slept. He sighed in relief and quickly decided to take a piss while he had some peace and quiet.

Shawn stirred and sat up to move his hair back. His eyes traveled to the armchair Bret was in and looked around. "Bret?"

"Still here. I'm taking a piss." Bret called back. He emerged from the bathroom and smiled, "What? Afraid I left?"

"Please." Shawn rolled his eyes, "I just wanted to make sure you weren't dicking around. You good?"

"Stiff, but I'm okay." Bret moved when he caught Shawn glancing, "Not like that, you dick."

Shawn snickered as Bret threw the pillow back at him, "We've seen you change Bret. It's nothing new. If you're so pissy about it, use the phone to call your room to wake Owen up and cover up your sharpshooter." Shawn stretched.

"Alright alright. Don't call it that." Bret used the phone near Shawn's bed and tried to dial up his hotel room. It took a few rings before he heard Owen's groggy voice on the other end.

"Mmhh.. hello?"

"Owen. I'm gonna knock at the door three times, and you better let me in." Bret growled.

"Oh shit. Look, I'm sorry I was going to let you in. I was just wiped. Did you find some place to crash?"

Bret glanced at Shawn for a moment, who was brushing his hair out, "You could say that. Just meet me at the damn door okay?"

"Okay, geez.."

Bret hung up the phone and got up, "Alright, I'm out of your hair." He paused mid walk towards the door and looked back at Shawn. "Thanks."

Shawn stopped and turned his head towards Bret. His mouth opened but quickly shut as he turned around. "Sure. See you."

"..See you." Bret left Shawn's room quickly and dashed to his room for Owen to let him in.

"You aren't mad right..?" Owen smiled sheepishly.

"We'll see after breakfast. I just really want to put some clothes on." Bret started slipping some jeans on as Owen watched.

"Right. Where did you stay anyway?"

Bret paused, his head turned away from Owen as he cleared his throat, "Not important."

The image of Shawn's sleeping face came to Bret's mind, but he quickly shook it off with a fury. "Did I miss breakfast? What time is it?"

"Shit!" Owen nearly ran him over to get dressed, "Come on! It should still be going! If not I'll treat you to Mckies! Promise!"

"Deal." Bret ran close behind him.

There were a few familiar faces getting food at the complimentary breakfast. The staff went a little extra considering how many celebrity wrestlers were staying there. Bret watched Owen practically beeline for some powdered donuts and chuckled. He nearly spilled his coffee from a guy being shoved into him.

"Oops! Sorry, Bret." Hunter laughed, "Didn't burn ya did I?"

"No." Bret replied flatly.

Shawn peeked out and beamed, "Whoops. No harm done, right? Especially after last night."

"Last night?" Hunter raised a brow as he glanced between them.

Bret nearly choked on his coffee and whipped around, "Shut your mouth, Shawn."

"No, Shawn, please elaborate. I'm very curious about what happened last night." Hunter could hardly contain his giggles.

"Nothing. Owen locked me out of our room, and..Shawn let me crash."

Shawn clicked his tongue, "Spoil sport."

"Really? Huh." Hunter hummed as he thought, "How nice of you, Shawn. Gonna invite him later for a second night?"

"Fuck you." Shawn shoved him again with a smile.

"Hey! Quit phrasing shit like that!" Bret grunted.

"Oh, how scandalous.." Dustin Rhodes chuckled as he walked past.

"Great." Shawn folded his arms, "If this turns into a new rumor, you're helping me squash it."

Hunter grinned, seemingly satisfied, "I look forward to it. Just be sure to let me have a turn-"

Bret broke away from them to sit with the rest of the Hart foundation as he seethed. He could still faintly hear Hunter and Shawn dick around and it seemed to get to him a little.

"Hey uh..Is it true you stayed the night with Shawn??" Owen whispered.

Bret laid his head down on the table as his face began to heat up, "Mention it again, and you won't have a bed to sleep in tonight."

Jim raised a brow and chuckled, "Don't let him get to you Bret. Owen just punked one of the staff by imitating your old man again. You on a streak Owen?"

Owen smirked, "Maybe." Bret narrowed his eyes at brother, almost wondering if Owen left him out of the room that night on purpose..

The shoot took a bit longer than some of the superstars would have guessed so when it was wrapped up, they scattered to either crash or celebrate. Bret decided he was sober enough to head to the nearest convenience store to get a few snacks for their next upcoming road trip. The crickets and the buzz of the streetlights were almost comforting to Bret. The street ambiance helped relax him as he walked into the hotel's lobby.

Strangely, the hotel's elevator doors kept opening and closing. The worker at the desk seemed to glance over now and then, too tired to actually do anything about it. Bret shared a look with her before he walked over to investigate.

Shawn was fumbling with the buttons, his face flushed but still stood perfectly upright. He glanced up and flashed his usual smile, "Hitmaan! Hey. I was just trying to get back to my room but this thing doesn't work."

"It does Shawn. You're just hitting the door button over and over," Bret squeezed in and hit the button for the third floor, "Are you that plastered?"

"I can still function," Shawn scoffed, "I'm just that talented."

"Enough to walk but not enough to navigate an elevator." Bret smirked as he leaned against the elevator wall.

Shawn rolled his eyes, "I just had some different stuff tonight. No biggie." He leaned against the wall. Whatever he did drink it was hitting him pretty hard.

Bret thought for a moment to consider his options regarding Shawn. When the doors opened, Bret used his free arm to help Shawn off the wall, "Come on. I'm not leaving you to stumble around the halls."

"What a gentleman. I can get around just fine.." Shawn grumbled but didn't fight Bret off as they walked down the hall.

"Don't lie to me. You got your key on you?"

Shawn dug through his pocket and handed Bret the key. Despite his protesting, he seemed aware he couldn't be precise with his hands.

Bret unlocked the door and helped Shawn to his bed. "Just be sure to not miss our morning call."

Something about the way Shawn looked at him made Bret hesitate leaving his bedside. He was celebrating with his group of degenerates, so why did Shawn look so sad?

"Are you okay..?" Bret prayed Shawn was just an emotional drunk but that didn't fit his character from what he remembered.

"You're a great guy, Bret. Everyone respects you y'know. I'm glad we have someone like you..in the locker room.. " Shawn turned his head toward Bret, his words hardly slurred at all.

"I-" Bret blinked a little, he was at a loss.

"My mouth can get me in a lot of trouble, I say shit I don't mean. But you're my favorite rival Bret. Makes me want to be better so I can kick your ass. Fact you use your time for someone like me.. I dunno.."

"You're a great man too, Shawn. I'd be happy to drop a title to someone like you. I mean that."

Shawn stared at Bret for a while until he glanced away. Bret's words stung in a way he couldn't verbalize. Bret respected him so much and yet..

"Will you be okay if I leave? I just wanna make sure."

Shawn took a deep breath, he wanted to say no. "Yeah. I'm just getting sappy I think. I'll just sleep this off..Thanks Bret."

Bret nodded, picked his bag off the floor and walked toward the door to Shawn's room. Shawn watched Bret leave with his eyes glazed over.

Instead of an empty hallway, Bret ran right into Hunter with the door. "Oh shit- Sorry Hunter. You alright?"

Hunter rubbed his forehead, "Yeah.. Damn Hart. What were you doing in Shawn's room??"

Bret shook his head, "Shawn was stuck in the elevator pressing the door button over and over. I helped him get back to his room. He told me he's okay by himself but..Maybe you can watch him?"

"Dammit. I thought he didn't walk here by himself. Thanks for helping him. That's partially my fault since Shawn is really good at managing himself while drunk. Guess this was one of those rare occasions. Did he say anything weird?"

"Kind of emotional. He looked close to crying." Bret sighed, "Something about me being well respected and downplaying himself. It's unlike him."

Hunter tensed and shook his head, "Got it. Sad drunk mode. I got him don't worry."

Bret nodded and left to go to his room. Hunter walked into Shawn's and shut the door.

"Hey buddy, Bret just told me what happened. You wanna talk it out or watch TV?" Hunter sat on the corner of Shawn's bed.

Shawn rubbed his eyes and shrugged, he was annoyed at how watery his eyes were getting. "Bret said he'd happily pass a championship to me man."

"Yeah? He'd put you over like that? Huh." Hunter scratched his neck, "Would you do the same?"

Owen was fast asleep with his leg dangling off the second bed and Bret moved it so he could walk through the room. As he undressed for bed, that moment with Shawn looking at him all sad eyed played through his mind. Part of him almost wished he stayed with Shawn. Falling asleep beside him didn't sound so bad-

"What the hell am I thinking.." Bret sighed and collapsed in his bed. He never noticed how lonely it felt, even if Owen was just in arms in reach.

Shawn had laid with Hunter in his bed, somehow it fit both of them but it certainly helped. He thought of the concerned look Bret had for him and how Bret openly expressed his admiration for him. It made his throat ache.

He looked at his sleeping friend with a quiet gaze, "Would Bret have done this with me..?" Shawn shook his head and laid it down on his pillow. "Doubtful. Why would he.." He found himself dozing off, ignoring his skin's hunger to be held.

[harlequin-hangout]

The Winter Storm: Part 2

Series Master List | Bucky Barnes Master List

Part 1 | Part 3

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Warnings: minor alcohol use, guns, violence, ⚠️Intimidation⚠️, screaming, extremely minor Self deprecation, smut, let me know if I missed anything

Contains: Angst, fluff, Anger, temper, abuse depending on your trauma, mildly extreme injuries, sexual tension thicker than America's Ass

Word Count: 4.5k

Dividers are made by me! Want some for yourself? Send me an ask!

I do not nor will I ever give permission for my writing to be copied, pasted, reposted to other sites, or edited in any way shape or form. Seriously, just don’t.

Summary: You've been taken to a safe house, though you aren't sure where. With impending danger looming over you day in and day out, is there enough time to learn to defend yourself? Who are the moles inside of Pierce Enterprises? Why does your heart skip a beat every time Mr. Barnes walks by? . . . The Avalache has fallen and the Winter Storm is here. Are you prepared?

For Christmas, you went missing. Not that you had anyone around to really miss you; your life had revolved around work for the past eight months, and your family lived across the country. You didn’t talk to them much, so they probably didn’t even realize you were gone. Mr. Barnes had taken you upstate to a remote cabin. It was cozy, not at all what you expected from a Mafia boss and Fixer, but it was nice. A Fixer. You still hadn’t wrapped your head around that completely. In a span of less than 72 hours you had come in contact with two of the three leaders of White Watch, then betrayed one of them. You should be dead. You should be imprisoned in some basement or chained to a chair in some dark room never to see the light of day again. The Fixer was the most important member of any criminal organization. When someone or something became a problem or threatened to cause a mess the Fixer was sent out to clean it up. Violently, remorselessly, and without witnesses. Cold, calculating, and absolutely ruthless. And the most infamous Fixer in the country slept in the room next door.

It was only a little after five in the morning, but you couldn’t sleep. This week had been way too much for you to handle and it was taking a toll on your ability to sleep. Mr. Barnes would be awake in a couple hours, and you knew that meant more training. You had a love/hate relationship with training. On one hand, being that close to Mr. Barnes was something that you’d come to find exhilarating. You’d always had a thing for dangerous men, and he was extremely easy on the eyes. Every time he taught you a takedown or an evasive technique you could feel his muscles tensing beneath the white t-shirt he wore. You did your best not to let your eyes linger on a specific area of his black sweatpants, but the smirk on his face every time he caught you told you that he didn’t mind. Hell, if you didn’t know better, then you’d think he outright enjoyed the attention. You’d only met the man a week ago, and you were little more than a charge. Why did that sting to think about? You shook your head, trying to erase the thought from your brain, and jumped when you heard the front door open. Mr. Barnes was still asleep in the other room, you had heard him talking in his sleep when you got out of bed. To your knowledge, no one else knew where this place was. The door latches quietly, and you hear the click of the lock. You press yourself back into the window nook, attempting to hide yourself in the shadows of the corner. Mr. Barnes had insisted you start carrying a knife, but you’d left it on your bedside table. 

“Of all the fucking days to be stupid and careless,” you thought to yourself. You heard heavy footsteps on the wooden floor as a shadowed figure made its way through the dark towards Mr. Barnes’s room. You were absolutely frozen. What could you do? You had no idea if this person was a friend or here to kill someone. . . To kill you. As soon as the figure stepped into the short hallway that would obscure you from his view, you silently creep to the front door and grab the crowbar used for knocking icicles off of the cabin’s roof. Silently thanking yourself for not putting on slippers, you follow the shadow to the hallway. You raise the crowbar, mentally preparing yourself as much as possible to try and bash someone’s head in. In one swift motion the man flings the door open and–

“RISE AND SHINE, BUCK, IT’S FIELD TRIP DAY– Jesus fucking Christ!” The man jumps back suddenly, the relieved squeak you made finally alerting him to your presence. You yelp, drop the crowbar, and scramble backwards. Your chest heaves as Mr. Barnes groans and a pillow hits the stranger squarely in the back of the head.”

“Five more minutes, Rogers. Ain’t you got any respect for a man’s sleep?”

“Your little guest there not only managed to sneak up on me, but almost took a crowbar to my back. Want to fill me in there?” Barnes’s friend took a couple steps forward extending his hand to help you up. Hesitantly, you took it. His grip was strong, and his pull even stronger. He hauled you to your feet as though you weighed nothing.

“Name’s Steve Rogers. Most people call me either Rogers or Cap. What’s your name, Hon?”

“Y/N,” you answered, your voice trembling a little because of the adrenaline in your system. 

“You really know how to pick ‘em, Buck. This one has some bite to her, and she’s a dime. When did you start managing to pull quality dames?” Mr. Barnes’s voice was gravelly, still dripping with the memory of the sleep that had just been so unceremoniously ripped away from him.

“What, like you could pull better? Didn’t you have to beg the eight you saw at the Gala just to get her phone number?” As Mr. Barnes stepped out of the room, you could see a satisfied grin plastered on his face. His messy brown hair framed his strong jawline, and – oh god, he was shirtless. You weren’t prepared for how the sweatpants rose low on his hips and accentuated that V-line . . . Barnes’s expression turned smug as he once again caught you staring, but said nothing as he turned his attention to Rogers. “She’s the one Widow should have mentioned to you. Pierce’s Civilian pawn. He’s getting reckless again, and he doesn’t care who he hurts.”

“Buck, Widow hasn’t checked in since before the Gala.” Concern creased the faces of both men, and the room somehow grew colder. “Tell me everything that’s happened.” 

As the men made their way to the kitchen table both Mr. Barnes and Rogers sent several texts. Probably about this Widow person. You silently hoped they were okay. Mr. Barnes filled Rogers in on the events of the past week, and you started making coffee. You needed something to do to keep your mind even, plus it gave you an excuse to stay in the kitchen and attempt to get a read on the newcomer. 

“So he just threw her at you?” Rogers inquired.

“Like he was doing her a favor, yeah. Didn’t even give her any information about what she was getting into.” They were definitely close. Old friends or old colleagues? Possibly both. They were too familiar to be just co workers. . . Is that what you call two mobsters? Co-workers? The smell of coffee began to fill the air.

“Would either of you like some?” You interrupted the silence following Barnes’s last statement. 

“Yeah! Thanks, Y/N. Got any sugar?” Rogers responded warmly. You grabbed a mug and the sugar substitute that Mr. Barnes kept for coffee. 

“There you go, Mr. Rogers. Mr. Barnes, do you want any?” Rogers laughed. A rich, genuine sound that you didn;t expect to hear in a mob safe house so far away from civilization.

“Mr. Rogers is a little too formal for my taste, Hon. Just Rogers, or Steve if that’s easier for you.” He glanced over at Mr. Barnes, his face one of absolute mischief. “I thought you said you weren’t involved, Mr. Barnes.” You feel your face go bright red, realizing immediately what Steve was implying. Even through the embarrassment, you had to admit it. Mr. Barnes was a top, and that was hot as hell.

“We’ve been living together for a week, Doll, and because of training,” he emphasized the word, shooting a subtle glare in Steve’s direction, “we’ve been pretty close to each other. Call me Bucky, not Mr. Barnes. Coffee would be great.” You pour a mug, placing it in front of him. You already knew he liked to pretend he liked his coffee black, but always slipped in some cinnamon when he thought you weren’t looking. You added some while Steve was distracted and placed the mug in front of Bucky. You turned, but not before you saw his smile. People had never really cared for him in small ways, that much he’d admitted to. Tends to happen when you’re one of the country’s most feared Fixers. You turn back to your coffee pot, hiding your grin in your mug.

“There’s one thing that still confuses me,” Steve said in between sips. “If you weren’t involved with Pierce’s drug business, then why didn’t he just tell you the report would be corrected and move on?”

“Well . . . best I can tell, he thought someone had sent me. He didn’t figure out that I was clueless until he’d already said too much. I’ve always been good at reading people, and he took notice. I guess he figured he could use that. I didn’t know anything until I got in the car, and even then just that I was supposed to “analyze a new player” or something like that, because he doesn’t like unknowns.”

“Why didn’t you run?”

“Because he locked her in a room with him, alone, then threatened to make her disappear if she didn’t comply.” Bucky fielded the question for you, his tone serious as the grave. Steve’s whole demeanor changed. Gone was the happy friend pushing Bucky’s buttons. Instead, his eyes hardened and he felt colder than ice as he uttered the words

“Don’t disappoint me.” You dropped your mug. It all made sense. You could feel your heart rate increase, and you fought the pit in your stomach. 

“You’re Avalanche.” You felt the sound resonate in your vocal cords. You heard the words, but you couldn’t fathom that you’d been the one to speak them. The final member of the Triumvirate was sitting right in front of you. And you’d tried to beat him with a crowbar.

Steve’s attention turned to you, his face still cold. He says nothing, but raises an eyebrow. 

“How do you figure that, Honey?” The question somehow sounded like a threat.

“It’s okay, Steve,” Bucky assured him. “I’m the one who told her about White Watch and the Triumvirate. She needed to know the kind of man Pierce is. The part about me, too. I mentioned Avalanche, but only briefly and with no detail.” Rogers’s icy nature subsided, however his brow was now knit with confusion.

“Then how did she . . .” 

“I told you, she’s good.” Bucky stated as Steve’s expression morphed from confused to impressed.

“Damn, that is good. Walk me through how you got there?”

“Sure, just don’t take it personally?” You made your way to the kitchen table, taking the chair next to Bucky. 

“Why would I take it personally, Y/N?” Your eyes glaze over a little as you begin to mentally run through your observations. When it comes to this, you’re in your element. Your brain is almost like a computer, and you begin analyzing your collected data.

“You know where the cabin is. I don’t even know that, Bucky put me under the moment we got in the cat at Stark’s Gala. Not only do you know where it is, you have a key, door was locked. Out of the three doors, you knew which one wasn’t dead bolted or blocked with something besides just the lock. You made a point of locking said door behind you. I’ve been up for a while and didn’t see or hear you, which means you’re familiar with the area. The moment you stepped foot in the cabin, you didn’t sneak. Your footsteps were loud enough that I’m surprised Bucky slept through it.  The Winter Soldier is one of, if not THE most, feared Fixers in the country, possibly the world. You willingly kicked his door open while he was sleeping. I’d bet money he keeps a weapon close enough to wherever he’s sleeping. You addressed him extremely informally, and his response was to throw a pillow at his head. That kind of familiarity only comes from friendship, and friends aren’t easy to come across in your line of work. Bucky held me at gunpoint for flirting with him.”

“That’s a bit of an exaggeration, Doll,” Bucky pouted.

“You were talking about someone named Widow not checking in. That means you work in coordination. That was part of Avalanche’s job. You’re at least familiar with Mr. Pierce. I know he’s the Wolf. But the one thing that really clued me in? ‘Don’t disappoint me.” Mr. Pierce said that to me in the limo. I haven’t told anyone that. Bucky finished the sentence for me without my saying it. And you just pulled it out of thin air, so you’ve worked closely with the Wolf. The only person I can imagine ever being close with both the Wolf and the Winter Soldier is the Avalanche.” Steve’s jaw almost hits the floor. Even Bucky looks a bit stunned. Neither man speaks, so you continue. “There’s only a couple more things, but they’re more of an afterthought than an observation.”

“And what on God’s green earth could those be?” Steve responded after picking his jaw up off the floor. 

“First off, I was able to sneak up on you. You let your guard down inside the Cabin.”

“And the second?” Bucky inquired.

“Since I’ve been here, Steve’s only called me by my name, or a variation of “honey.” He’s wearing blue jeans and a white shirt, possibly the most basic combination known to man. His job was organization, order, and precision.  He doesn’t strike me as the creative type.” The confusion returns to Steve’s face.

“What does my creative ability have to do with my cover name?”

“Avalanche is kind of an awful name for a Mob Boss. It seems like one of the only things within your creative reach,” you state matter-of-factly. Bucky erupts into laughter, about falling out of his chair. To your surprise, so does Steve.

“In my defense, I didn’t have a lot of warning,” Steve claims between giggles. “Besides, who says you could have done better?”

“Vortex,” you state, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“And what, pray tell, is a vortex?” Steve quizzes you, one eyebrow raised and still giggling

“Counter-clockwise flow of air that keeps colder air towards the poles of the globe. Kind of like the weather version of troop deployment. Plus, its reach increases in the winter, sometimes as far as the jetstream.” You sip your coffee, stunning both men with such a quick answer.

“That . . . Is actually better. Can I change my name?”

“Avalanche is presumed dead after Pierce's last stunt, and I’d say it’s a decent upgrade from Frosty the Snowman.” Bucky’s quip almost makes you choke on your coffee. “Now, what do you mean field trip day, Steve?”

“Knew you’d forget. We were going to make a trip over to Griffiss. Better get going before the sun rises too much.” Bucky stands and starts to make his way back to his room, then calls over his shoulder.

“Hey, Steve? Get her prepped with snow gear from the bunker. This’ll be a great training opportunity.”

As the months progressed, you made the trips to the abandoned Griffiss Air Force Base regularly with Steve and Bucky. Between the extra exercise and all the training they had you doing, you were becoming more capable. You’d even managed to catch Bucky off guard during training and take him down. The mobsters used Griffiss as their own personal storage unit. Heavily fortified, places for guards, and easy to defend. Having a structure so close by was extremely useful. It had to be only a couple miles from the cabin, the walk was a little under two hours both ways. You were settling into your new life. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were growing to think of Bucky as more than a friend as well. The way he smelled. The way he moved. Hell, the dumb yet endearing things you’d heard him say in his sleep. Your heart had been beating a little fast when he’d lent you one of his hoodies after the first snowy trip to Griffiss, but now . . . 

You had just come back from a supply run to the base. Steve was off doing whatever it is Steve does, so you and Bucky went alone. It was a dreary April, barely 40ºF and pouring over the entire three hour adventure. You shiver as you peel your wet jeans off of your body. Steve had brought several changes of clothes, but unfortunately none of them suited for heavy rain. Even your panties were soaked. Damn, it was laundry day, too. You pulled on a clean pair of underwear, then bent over to peel your soaked socks off. You hear a sharp knock at your bedroom door. Bucky opens it almost immediately after, not having waited a second for a response.

“Hey, Doll, what do ya think about–” You both freeze. Your ass is facing the door and on full display. As you look back at him, you could see his eyes slowly roam over you. They traced the lines of your thighs, finally settling on your backside. A form of hunger lit his eyes, and you finally understood the satisfaction on his face whenever he caught you shamelessly ogling him. The only clean underwear you had left was a thong. Steve had slipped it and a little black dress in amongst your clothes with a knowing wink and an “I dunno, maybe they’ll come in handy.” You silently thanked Steve. You’d bake him something later. You slowly stand up, Peeling the wet shirt off of your frame, letting it drop to the floor.

“Hey, Buck, what’s up?” You grab the hoodie that you’d successfully stolen from him. As long as you were able to successfully poach it from his closet without getting caught in the act, he didn’t fight you too hard to get it back. The little games you played made your heart flutter, there was this feeling of ease around him.

“I-I um– That is–” The Winter Soldier took a moment to collect himself. This was the perfect day to run out of bras, and you looked damned good from behind. You were glad to see that he was appreciating it. “I lit a fire. You wanna come warm up? I think Steve dropped off some new DVDs last time he was here.” His eyes now shamelessly wandered as he spoke. Water dripped down your skin as you did your best to slip the Hoodie over your naked

“Yeah! I’d love to, Just let me grab a towel for my hair.” 

Within ten minutes, you’re curled up with Bucky by the fireplace. The warmth feels amazing, but leaning back on Bucky’s chest  . . . you made a silent wish to never have to leave. 

“So . . .” Bucky started, a smirk playing on his lips. “Thong, huh? Who’s that for, the deer?” When Bucky was comfortable, he made fun. You didn’t mind it. In fact, you’d learned to shoot back just as quickly.

“Nah, Steve brought it for me.” Not TECHNICALLY a lie. Bucky groans.

“PLEASE tell me you mean physically bringing it to you. You’ll never live it down if you’re getting Frosty the Snowman’s carrot.”

“One, you and I have both trained with him. You know it’s bigger than a carrot. Two, nah. It’s for this guy I kinda like.” You were feeling brave. 

“Oh? Who is he? I need to make sure he’s worth your time.” Bucky’s ears picked up. You’d met a couple of his underlings in the months you’d been making trips to the Base, but not many.

“Longer hair, kind of intimidating . . .” you sigh. The banter is fun, but this doesn’t feel like the place. You turn to face him, looking up at the face he’s attempting to will to a neutral expression. “Can I just show you instead?”

“Show me? How are you going to–” You spring forward, your lips capturing his in a kiss. He pulls back in surprise. Oh no. Have you made a mistake? Did you misread? You couldn’t have, it’s so– Bucky’s arms quickly snake around your hips and pull you up to straddle his lap. He locks one arm around your waist, the other hand pulling your face back to meet his. Bucky’s movements are that of a man starved for affection. His grip is strong, his muscles tensing against your body as you press yourself against his chest. Your teeth graze his bottom lip and he gently moans into your mouth. You ground yourself down against his hardening bulge, whining for more.

“Fuck, baby, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this . . .” he groans as he tilts his head back, exposing the side of his neck. You trail kisses from his collarbone to his ear, nibbling gently on the lobe as you feel his large hands squeeze your ass possessively. You lean your body against his, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Why didn’t you make a move, then?”

“I essentially kidnapped you from Stark’s Gala, drugged you, and have kept you in this safehouse for close to what, five, six months? What would you have done in my position?” You wiggle a little, considering your answer.

“Okay, I guess I see your point . . . But this experience hasn’t been entirely awful.” You nip at his ear again, drawing out a low growl as his hands start to trace the lines of your thighs. 

“And this,” he all but purred, “is going to be an immensely pleasurable one.” You squeak as he flips you, pushing the hoodie up as he explores your body. He starts at your hip bone, placing kisses and nips across your torso. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, causing you to whimper in pleasure. One arm slipping along the curve of your back, he pulls you up into him. His knee firmly between your legs, his fingers ghosting over the growing wet spot between your legs.

“Mmmh, already so wet for me.” The hand grabs your thigh, lips crashing back against yours and– The door slams open. You both sit bolt upright, but nothing could have prepared you for what you saw next. 

“STEVE!!” Bucky roared. He vaulted over the couch that had previously been his backrest. The blonde man lay crumpled on the floor, blood staining most of his clothing. 

“Buck . . . I’m so sorry . . . I couldn’t save her . . .” his words are faint, and he loses consciousness as you rushed to his side, trying to see where he was hurt.

“Get the fuck back!” Bucky yelled, catching you off guard. He struggled to flip Steve over, but with Steve being almost completely dead weight, it wasn’t an easy task. 

“Buck, let me help you! We need to make sure not to aggravate his wounds too much, what if he has a neck injury?”

“Don’t you think I fucking know that?” he growls menacingly. “Go get the first aid kit. My room. Under the bed.” You run, yanking the kit out from the rope that secured it to the bottom of the bed frame. Scurrying back, you see Bucky finally has Steve on his back and is peeling off his clothes. Various cuts, bruises, and burns litter his body. You throw the kit open, immediately grabbing the wipes. You needed to get the wounds clean to prevent infection, or this could be a whole lot worse. You lean over, trying to assess where to start.

“Don’t fucking touch him.” Bucky’s voice is low, almost feral. You’d never seen him lose control like this. You knew he and Steve had been friends since childhood, but you hadn’t grasped how strong that connection was.

“Barnes!” you bellowed. “He’s bleeding out. I want to help and two sets of hands are fucking better than one. Let. Me. Help.”

“ . . . Okay. Start cleaning the wounds. I’ll dress them.” You rip open the packet in your hands, starting to dab quickly at the cuts. As soon as you move on to the next, Bucky bandages the wound. You both work meticulously, but as you work down his side, you see something clutched in his hand. You pry it out, and a pit forms in your stomach. A small smartphone rested in the palm of your hand. Blood splashed across the screen and the charm you’d gifted your friend Wanda on your girl’s trip last year. Shit. 

“Bucky, this–”

“Shut up.”

“But it’s-”

“Shut. THE FUCK. UP.”

“It’s–” Bucky shoves you. Hard. You fly across the room, sliding to a stop.

“WHAT PART OF SHUT UP DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND, BITCH?” Bucky was completely irrational. “Get the fuck out. Get the fuck out of my sight, get the fuck out of this building. I don’t give a shit what it is, I have to save the only person who’s ever given a FUCK about me!” He was in what could only be described as a blind rage, and you felt tears well in your eyes. Irrational or not, blind rage or not, that hurt. You didn’t deserve that. You did the only thing you could think of in that moment. You bolted to your room. He wanted you out of the building? Fine. You grabbed the only thing left in your room: the little black dress. Throwing it on under the hoodie and shoving your feet into the boots you used to hike. You throw the phone on the bed, take a shaky breath, and open the window.

The rain hadn’t let up, but there was only one place you could go. Griffiss Air Force Base. It was remote, abandoned, and had climate controlled units that Steve and Bucky had hooked solar panels up to so you would have heat. You ran as fast as you could. Your dress was riding up and you hadn’t tied your boots properly, but you didn’t care. You had to keep moving. It was getting dark, and you didn’t want to be caught in the forest alone at night. You pushed forwards, making better time than you’d ever made. Tears stream down your face, Bucky’s words still ringing through your head.

“WHAT PART OF SHUT UP DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND, BITCH?”

You knew it was important to save Steve– you’d never thought otherwise– but you could have told him about the phone while you worked together to save Steve’s life. The base is within your sights as your sobs slip past your control. Just as you’re preparing yourself to climb over the razor wire topped fence, you hear the click of a bullet being chambered behind your head. 

“Hello, Y/N,” Alexander Pierce sneers. “Fancy meeting you here, you traitorous little bitch.”

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Becoming Mrs. Wayne [The Dark Knight] Thirteen

Pairing: Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne x OC

Summary: Demetria Gallagher knew her cozy life would change the second she became engaged to Bruce Wayne. But what she doesn’t know is she’s getting more than what she agreed to. (I am trash at summaries.)

Warnings: Panic attack symptoms. Angst. Everyone’s fucked up. Well, almost everyone.

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Author’s Note: I apologize for the long wait. 

Previous

Never in a million years did Demetria ever think she would wind up in this situation.

She stared at the suitcase, rubbing her chest and silently begging her body to give her a break tonight. She cursed herself for not locking Bruce out of his own room and instead choosing one of the guest rooms. 

A million different scenarios played in her head. All contained the same concerns, Bruce, her mom and brother’s safety, and her own safety. 

He should’ve ran after her and promised her everything was ok even though she knew it wouldn’t be. But he didn’t. He left her and her overwhelmed state to fend for themselves. 

“Care for some company?” 

Demetria turned her head to see Rachel poking her head in, a sympathetic smile on her face. She nodded her head as the brunette closed the door behind her. 

“What’s on your mind?” she asked.

Demetria snorted. “That’s a loaded question.”

“I’ve got all night.” She eyed the suitcase. “I don’t know your timeline though.” 

“A moment of weakness. No matter how many times I try, I can’t seem to go through with it.” She glanced up at Rachel. “You’re the sane one in this situation. What should I do?” 

Rachel cracked a tiny smile. “What do you want to do?” 

“I want him to realize he’s not doing anyone any favors by revealing himself, but you and I both know he’s not going to listen either one of us.” 

“He’s stubborn that way.” 

Demetria eyed her engagement ring, twisting it. “Makes me question a lot of things.” 

“Such as?” 

Tears began to pool in Demetria’s eyes as she realized what it was she was about to say. It was the question that plagued her mind throughout their relationship and into their engagement, but had continuously pushed back as far as she could. 

“Why ask me to marry him?” she finally said. 

Rachel folded her arms across her chest. “There’s something you need to know. Long before you came, Bruce wanted him and I to be together.”

Demetria couldn’t move. A calm confession had managed to knock the absolute shit out of her.

“I told him I couldn’t because of Batman, but that when the city no longer needed him that maybe we could,” Rachel continued. 

Demetria blinked and somewhere in the silence that fell between the two women, realized it was her turn to say something and that Rachel had been waiting on baited breath for some sort of reaction. 

So, she started with a deep breath. “Wow, ok. This…explains a lot.” She glanced up. “I’m not mad. Not that I would have any right to be. I just…I’m processing a lot of information right now and I...” 

Maybe this why Bruce went after her. She was Harvey’s best friend and he must’ve assumed something romantic was going on. Maybe that was why he went to lengths to keep their relationship quiet. Maybe he wanted to show-

“Its been over since he met you,” Rachel said. “After that lunch, he asked me about you. I told him you were off limits. I said that if he messed with you, Harvey would ruin him. That’s how he figured out you were at Harvey’s fundraiser. He came for you.” 

She ran her hand through her hair. “How do I not know he wasn’t with me to try to-.” 

“I told him I was in love with Harvey and that nothing was gonna change my mind and that if that was a problem, he needed to deal with it alone without hurting you.” She paused, smiling a bit. “Then he said he was outside your apartment, making sure you were ok. I realized he took time out of his Batman patrol to check in on you. He also said that if I ever hurt you he’d let me kill him myself.” 

A tiny smile played out on Demetria’s lips. “Time to make good on your promise then,” she said, motioning to the door. 

“He loves you so much that losing you scares him an when he’s scared, he pushes away,” Rachel assured. “He knows you can do better. But I know you’re exactly what he needs.” 

Demetria opened her mouth when Rachel cut her off again. “If he goes through with it, I will take care of you and your family’s protection. I know a lot of people who owe me favors. Just promise me you won’t leave him. You’re his one hope for a normal life.” 

Demetria shut her eyes, letting the tears fall. “Ok.” 

Rachel put a gentle hand on Demetria’s forearm. “Go to him, ok?” 

She went to leave when Demetria said, “Rachel?”

The brunette turned to see Demetria smiling at her. “Thank you.” She wrapped her arms around her. “If Harvey hurts you, just know I’ll murder him.” 

Rachel laughed. “I’ll hold to you it.” 

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After wiping her tears, Demetria made her way to their bedroom where Bruce stood, looking out the window. 

The sound of the door closing behind her grabbed his attention. He turned to her, their eyes meeting for a moment before she made her way to her nightstand. 

Her throat started locking in when she grabbed her medicine and opened the cap. She popped the pill in her mouth and made her way to the bathroom, filling up a crystal glass with water from the sink and then taking a large sip. 

Setting the glass back down, she closed the bathroom door and went back to her nightstand where she pulled out her notebook and a pen. 

“Ok, I need you to tell me what areas need to be cleared out in this apartment so Alfred and I can take care of it,” she said. 

Bruce just stared at her. Demetria exhaled softly. “Babe, we have so many goddamn rooms and only so little time so please, for once tonight, help me out here.” 

“What’re you doing?” he asked. 

“What does it look like I’m doing?” She looked down at the notebook. “Ok, so guest room four is clear. I know that after-.” 

Bruce then took the notebook and pen from her, throwing it off to the side. He gently grabbed her forearms. “I need you to leave in the morning.” 

“Bruce-.” 

“I don’t want you here while this goes down.” 

She tilted her head, glaring at him. “So now I’m being considered?” 

His face softened. “What?”

“Why didn’t you consider me in this decision?”

“I told you I did.”

“Don’t lie to me. Why didn’t you consider me in this decision?”

“Demetria…”

“You considered what you were gonna do with me. What you didn’t consider is how this would impact me.”

“Rachel knows people who are gonna protect you.”

“Lawyers can protect in a court. What about outside of that?”

She took another step. “What about my mom and my brother? You don’t think people are gonna come after them?”

The silence was deafening.

“There are a lot of people who want to kill you for what you’ve done,” she went on. “A handful of those people think that killing you won’t be enough and that’s when they’ll come after everyone associated with you.”

“You don’t think I didn’t think about that?” Bruce retorted. “You don’t think that haunts me?” 

“I don’t because you won’t talk to me!” she told him. “You just keep pushing me away.”

She wiped the tears away. “You want to make this easy on me? Tell me you don’t love me. Say it and I’ll go. I’ll leave and when I’m asked why, I’ll tell them you said it.” 

Bruce’s blank expression made her wonder if he was contemplating. She pulled her lips back, nodding her head. “Go ahead. Say it. Say it.”

Bruce took a step forward to her. She didn’t move. “Say it, Bruce.” 

He held her face in his hands as she closed her eyes, mentally preparing herself to lose him, her whole heart. The world, the future she had romanticized because of him, ready to leave in flash. 

“I love you, Demetria.” 

[fistfightsandstilettos]

"get to know you" meme

i was tagged by @serenity-fails!! boy I haven't done one of these in a minute

three ships:

Shadowgast has had a firm grip on my nuts since Essek was introduced and I don't think it'll ever let go. they're wizards and they're messed up and they're in love!!! they're sweet to each other, they call every night on their sending stones when they're apart, they FUCK NASTY in every room of their cozy little house. I put them in my mouth.

the Yakuza series is flush with ships that I love, but the number 1 primo is of course KazuMaji. they've known each other for 35 years across 9 games, they always come running to help each other, and Majima is the ONLY one allowed to kill Kiryu even if he has to cure cancer first (I believe he can do it). the intricate rituals are *chefkiss*

not only is Adoribull the ship of dreams, it's also the reason I have the wonderful friend group I have now! this ship has it all! snooty wizard! communist cow man! they're from opposite sides of a war! they're so horny for each other it makes them stupid! Bull carries an extra handkerchief cus Dorian has allergies :')

first ship: I think it's Rachel/Tobias from Animorphs! I was 8 when I started reading those books and I guess the forbidden love just got me immediately. their emotional connection was so palpable and the tragedy of it all really got its hooks in me. I reread the whole series a couple years ago and it's still devastating in my 30s

last song: between going sicko mode on Yakuza and having some really good animes coming out lately, I've fully regressed to being 16 and listening to a lot of Japanese pop and rock. I listened to a bunch of Kimutaku (the face and voice of Yagami in the spin-off series Judgment) last night and they really need to make a third game and let him have karaoke this time

last movie: watched Serial Mom with moobie club! what a silly gory romp!

currently reading: Monster and the Beast, old man monsterfucker manga huhuhu

currently watching: got some Gab Smolders up while I noodle around my apartment doing chores and come back to this every so often lol

tagging: I think all my mutuals have already been tagged..... go for it if you wanna!!!

[jaewrotethis]

20- Nightmares...

What happened on this day was impacting enough to take over my night. My dreams consumed with what I’ve felt today. I send myself to my bed sooner than the rest. Pan became just another boy in the room full of boys after leaving me on the balcony of the big front room. I couldn’t care, though. I was too determined to think over everything that happened today. I wanted to be alone to pick my brain apart, my day apart. So to my room I go, turning away from the front room and into the dark, maze hallways.

Alright, do the thing. I tell the second voice in my head, since she managed to navigate through the halls this morning.

You do it.

How.

Just think about the room.

I close my eyes at the dark hallway.

Stay relaxed.

I breathe out and I picture my torn blankets, my ripped sheet. The broken dresser and fluff mess of the entire room. The cold and forever opened window directly across the entrance and the smaller door to its right. Another breath and then I open my eyes to the room given to me. I stand in front of the open door. The room I so ungratefully tore to shreds sitting quietly behind the threshold. I walk in slowly, trying to find a sense of home or maybe comfort, trying to convince myself that this is mine. Over to the mattress, away from the forever open window that leaks a cold, cold air to flush my room, I walk.

I stop to put the lamp back where it belongs, on my night stand then walk the room to replace everything back where it should be. I put all the drawers back into the beaten apart dresser and the trunk back into the closet. I pick up what’s left of the pillows that were gifted to me and put them on the head of the mattress. Then the ripped sheets and the torn open quilts. I make the bed with the pieces left over and crawl inside of it. Having to curl up to be covered completely by the ripped quilts.

The bed is cozy, it’s warm. I lay for hours, the night crawling on and on, longer and longer as I just think of my entire day. Too much to recall to sleep, too much to go over to drift off. I wish I could write down the stops my train of thought kept making and riding passed before I forget any of it. From waking up to fuzzy bugs all the way to fighting pirates and then ending the night on a new note with Pan. A note of him possibly saving me, though he’s done it about four times today I’m nearly certain it’s all set up. There’s so much, too much to keep track of.

Did Pan plan every last event?

Did he make sure I had no weapon on the pirate ship so he could give me one when I needed it most?

Could he have really shown me how to fly just so he could catch me from falling to my death?

Or was it just so he could take it away and give it back whenever he says so?

Did he make sure to save me from the Mermaids to mess with my head?

Was the whole Slightly thing just abuse or did Pan set that up?

Why would he set up something so fucked?

Is it because I denied his help of flight after the Treasure Hunt?

Is he really that petty?

Would he really stoop so low?

When sleep did come, it was not welcomed.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Again, I’m flying. Over the mountains of Neverland I can see every valley and spring and forest that I saw earlier today. Still so vivid in my memory, I won’t ever forget my first flight over Neverland. I fly free, no Pan under me to keep me airborne, just me and my happiness. The sun is warm on my skin, I feel like I belong somewhere, finally. I couldn’t stop smiling even if I wanted to.

I fly the route that I was taken on today as it’s so fresh in my mind still. Over the Dark Forest that surrounds the hideout and onward to the valleys beyond. Over soft grasses and hidden lagoons. It’s just when I’m approaching the mountains furthest from it all, behind all the valleys, that the magically blue sky has a gray cloud growing. A mean looking storm that was so far away earlier, now in front of me. I can’t seem to stop advancing towards the gray storm forming in the mountains, seeping into the sky like ink in water. My faith dwindles. And as I’ve learned, doubt cannot be planted when flying. Just one shift, just one little second of uncertainty and I’m falling from the sky. The storm growing, casting nighttime and nightmares over the island.

I try, oh how hard I try, to stay lifted. Up and down I go as the belief comes and goes. Coming when I remember how the happy faith felt just a moment ago and going just a second after as I feel the fear of how I almost just fell. Until I’m crashing to the forest floor, somehow now underneath me, valley and mountains gone.

It’s dark. The trees are black. The rain is light but cold. I suddenly know exactly why I need to get up and run. So, I’m running through the forest under the dripping canopy that streams the smallest bits of moonlight every few feet. I’m sprinting through bushes, branches, shrubs. Getting nicked by thorns and scrapped by wood, tripping over roots and stumbling through plants but I can’t stop running. If I let him run faster than me, if I let him close the distance he’ll end my life, I know he will. Blood begins dripping off my neck, down my chest with the searing pain of them being created.

I breathe in rhythm as I sprint. Fresh painful woulds lay deep on the back of my neck and along the bottom of my skull. My temples also cut open, leaking out my crimson blood. It burns painfully but there is no time to stop and clean wounds. The wind yanks my hair behind me as I run my open vest flapping along with it. I push through bushes, and slap through water. My mud stained boots dig into the soil underneath me, kicking up dirt with each step that I push behind me, arms out to pull myself forward, anything to get away, to keep running, to go fast, go further. My legs feel like led, my lungs are burning for air. My body suddenly is exhausted and tired, I’m drained. My own weight is too heavy to go on anymore. I’m out of stream, I can’t run any longer. My breathing harsh and my blood pounding in my ears, I rear right, skidding in the dirt around a sharp turn of a cliff.

My legs skid under me making me hit the ground, palms first. I push myself back up to my feet before I can lose precious seconds. I’m running not much longer, but so much faster before I burst through thick bushes. I jump through thick, tall, green stacks of plant before realizing there is no floor on the other side. The bushes sit on the top of the steep hill I am now tumbling down. Big rocks dig into my back, they slam into my arms, into my legs as I yelp and grunt to each one in angry pain. My sides roll over the sharp jungle floor that cuts, ripping my skin. My head tucked into my chest, knees slamming into dirt, I try using my arms to shield my head.

Finally the earth decides to show mercy with a flattened clearing. Ramming hard into a stump stops my agonizing fall as it flips me over. The pain is tricky. It strikes my spine and bites my fresh bruises. With each second that ticks by the pain cuts my skin then disappears to the shock trying to take over, only the shock fails and the pain returns stronger and deeper to the bone. My lungs vibrate inside my chest as the wind has been knocked from me, stunning me on the floor momentarily.

Flat on my back I stare up at the dark forest, panting and coughing once my breath finds me again, my vision a blur. The world is tipsy. I shake my head, grabbing at it to try and stop the new headache that rolls pain down my body. I hear a holler in the darkness from up above. Beyond the hill I fell from. A deep call of a certain someone in search of the one that isn’t at his command. Fear pins my heart to my chest. Pure terror floods my veins and adrenaline pumps my cells to sit me up, ignoring the throbbing pain in all my bruised muscles that ache to relax. The hollering growing louder. He’s getting closer. I need more distance.

“You can not hide! You’re exposed everywhere you go!”

My eyes wide, the sweat beading my forehead with the dripping blood as his words successfully frighten me. With each word my nerves spike higher and leap in my skin. What if he’s right? What if I don’t away, if I physically can’t get away? How much actual pain and torture could he cause, how much worse can it be than what’s already been horribly done? Out of breath and shaking with fear I force myself to stand up. My eyes dart around for his figure, or a hiding spot, or a weapon, or better yet, someone who will help me. A twig snaps behind me just as I’m fully standing, wobbly and riddled with weakening pain. I spin round, whipping my wet hair out of my face. Darkness engulfs the trees that surround me. A black smoke coming in. Another twig snaps. It’s too quiet. The wind stopped, the trees gone quiet, even the rain is gone. I hold my breath, turning in a circle, searching in the dark smoke clouding in, closer and closer, erasing most of the forest from view.

“Why run?”

Two small words spoken in my ear. I jump, choking on a scream. My heart pounds, matching my rapid breath and I can barely see his silhouette in the dark. He’s right in front of me, standing tall and broad. Not a single breath missing, not tired, worn, or even breaking a sweat. I know that demonic smirk is plastered on his face. I gasp turning to run but two strong hands dig into my shoulders. I yelp as I’m yanked back and thrown to the floor. I trip on my feet. I am tired. I can’t fight anymore. Dirt finds its way into my skin, opening new cuts on my hands. A groan whining from me but I’m only trying to see straight, to find any relief in any of the many aching pains.

“I told you. You aren’t capable of hiding from me. You are not able to defend yourself,” he snatches me up and throws me at a tree, like a toy.

I hit the ground, gasping and crying out but I bite my lip immediately. I regret the sounds of pain. Each noise of fear and pain I make gives him pride. And if he’s going to kill me, he won’t have the satisfaction of breaking me. I won’t let him have it. Though it seems like he knows this and has made his own personal game of trying to snatch it from me anyway. And I know I can’t let him win. So though I’m shaking with fear and critical pain I’m channeling any strength left to hide it from him. I crawl away, suddenly dressed back in my white asylum clothes, Lost Boy attire gone.

“You’re helpless, weak, and worthless,” his hands grab my shirt at both shoulders and yanks me at himself. Then Pan introduces a new type of fear to the game when he says, “I ought to let the boys have at you,” and throws me once more on the floor roughly near the bushes that peak through the black smoke.

Exiting the bushes comes Slightly. His face evil and yearning for a certain type of pleasure. Slightly reaches for me with ghostly hands in the dark and I can’t help the shriek scratching from my throat. I’m crawling backwards, away from the bushes when from behind Slightly, more boys emerge from the shrubs, the same look on their faces, the same evil hands trying to grab me.

“Scared, little Jane. Pathetic girl on my island, why are you still living?” I hear Pan’s cold voice behind me.

Pan’s hands grab my shoulders again, pulling me swiftly and so fast I don’t feel my body being slammed into the ground until it’s already happened. I gasp for air as he drags me. He pulls me in the wet dirt. I panic and kick, clawing at his hands.

“No! Let me go! Let go!” I thrash and pull away, trying so hard to get on my feet but he’s stronger, hes always so much stronger.

He yanks me hard making me cry out again and shoves me in front of him. I have no control over where my feet land and where my body is being sent, I can’t stop him from shoving me into a small cage that sits in the dirt.

“No, please! No, no, no! Let me go!” I fight him but his fist connects with my chin and I’m sent flying back against the wooden bars.

I’m jammed into the cage as he tries slamming the door shut, but I jump forward to grab the bars. I push on the door with everything left in me. I’m just barely stopping it from closing all the way but it’s really just him dragging it out. A mean smirk on his face, like he enjoys watching me try so hard for something he can so easily end with an effortless thrust of his arms. My teeth chatter with panic, I don’t want to die. If the door shuts and the click rings out, indicating it’s locked, all hope is lost. The door cannot close. I cannot die locked up.

“Pan, please! Please, don’t do this! Don’t lock me in-”

“If you want out so badly, get it done yourself,” he says harshly. “But we both know you’re too weak to fight for your fate. You’ll stay locked in here until you’re dead.” He spits.

“No,” I whimper, still pushing the door.

He leans in so our faces are close, having complete control of the indecisive door..

“Yes.” is his last word.

Then his arms thrust forward, forcing the door shut all the way. A satisfying click rings out in the exact moment the dark scene is snatched away.

- - -

“Jane! Open the door!”

What?

My eyes open to a yellow blur. I squint, making sense of the ceiling above me. There’s hard pounding at the door. My heart seems to have the same speed as it did in the dream and it’s making my body shiver and shake through a rapid pulse. My brow is damp and so is my back and neck. I breathe out, convincing myself that it was only a dream and I’m not in danger right now, I’m not locked away and I’m allowed to be alive..for the time being.

“Jane!” the door handle quivers roughly, “Open up!”

I shake my head, wiping my cheeks of tears and brow of sweat before swinging my feet over the bed. I fall to the door with sleep swimming behind my eyes and shuffle with the lock before swinging it open. K stands outside my door. His shirt is sweaty, and wet around the collar. His face is red like he’s been running for a while and his eyes are wide with concern. One hand placed on the door frame.

“Are you okay? What’s going on in here?” he speaks rushed and steps to look inside my room. I back up, to let him have a look but my distracted eyes drift to the door.

“I didn’t lock it...” I whisper.

“What?” he urges.

“I-I, I’m not sure,” I touch the back of my neck, looking down and biting my lip.

“Are you alright?”

I nod my head quickly, “Fine. I’m fine. Sorry-I-it, I don’t...”

“What happened? You were screaming, like you were being murdered, what did you do?” he steps inside now.

I back up again, I grab at my hair. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-I mean, I’m sorry I woke you,” I say, still trying to calm my heart. I move around him to look down the hall, hoping I didn’t wake any others.

“What happened?” he asks me from inside my room.

“Did I wake anyone else?” I ask as I finish scoping the hall.

A door four down opens up and on instinct I jump back inside my room, bumping into K but I don’t care. I close the door, feeling fear bubble up again in my chest and turn straight into hyperventilating. K looks at me oddly. My wide eyes meet his and he goes to place his hands on my shoulders but pulls back himself when I glitch away.

“Jane. Breathe.” he says, trying to gain my focus.

I hold his stare and obey, inhaling deeply, then exhaling. It works as I feel the prickles of panic begin to disappear.

“I-It was-uh, just a nightmare. I didn’t mean to wake you, I-”

“You already said that,” he smiles.

I breathe out harshly, “Did I wake anyone else?”

“Calm down, would you?” he widens his smile. “I was up training, you didn’t wake me.”

I listen to him again and I breathe deeply through my nose. He waits patiently for me to find my relax as I’m replaying the convincing in my head;

I’m not in danger I’m allowed to be alive right now. There’s a door right there, I’m not locked up.

It’s alright. I’m fine.

“Nightmares are common here. What was it?” he asks me.

I shake my head. “I shouldn’t have woke you, I’m alright, really,” I go to open the door but he backs away from it.

“What was it?”

He stares at me with a soft look like he knows what I fear, like he has the same fears. He seems to drop some sort of wall and some how I know it’s something I’ve forgotten how to do. I can feel himself letting any restraint go and opening up to be vulnerable. Even more so, he is daring me to join him. His arms open up to me, challenging me to be as vulnerable as he is, to share any fear, to allow any comfort.

And then, I can’t stop my feet walking to him or my arms opening for him, I don’t want to stop them. I reach over his head and embrace him in a deep hug. I’m stiff at the foreign contact but then it’s just too easy to relax into him. He feels really warm and he smells like damp forest.

For a moment, I’m not in Neverland. I’m in a different place, a place I haven’t been to in so long or might’ve even forgotten it existed. It’s a warm place, a place I don’t think I want to ever leave. He holds me in this hug until I feel ready to pull away and when I do, it’s nothing but comfortable silence as I walk to the bed. I lead him, somehow knowing he won’t move unless I move him in my room. My eyes glaze over to my torn blankets thrown on the floor again, and the lamp that was once on my night stand beside them.

I clear my throat and sit with him on my bed, “I, I don’t want to remember...”

“We all get nightmares,” he tells me.

I exhale, “There was, I mean... it was too dark,”

He waits.

“It was Pan. What do you think happened?” I say harsher than I meant. I drop my head, exhaling.

“Even more common. It was a dream. It wasn’t real.” he assures me.

I look at him. I find a want inside of me to scoot closer to him, so I do. He doesn’t flinch or stiffen or feel uncomfortable in any way so I relax even more by resting my head on his shoulder. Such new contact and an experience I’ve never had before, it warms my insides. As if some normality finally found me.

“He is real, K, and he’s in the next room,”

K stays quiet for a moment, “What did he do?” he asks finally.

“What he always does. Brings fear, plays mind games on a power high. Makes it impossible to feel any sort of strength, then expects my soul in return,” I spit.

“We know a different guy,” he defends the master of my nightmares.

“He hurts, K,” I say, knowing he can’t deny that.

It’s quiet for a long time as the night creeps on. I begin to feel my eyes drifting close with a heavy sleep. No longer wishing to remain in the pity party, I get up and walk to the head of the bed. I crawl inside of my torn sheets and get comfortable. I want to ask him to continue the contact. A concept so odd to me, I can’t find how to do it.

Just ask.

I bite my lip, searching so hard for the words to say.

Just do it.

I inhale, feeling dizzy from such an unknown request.

Say it. Just say it.

I open my mouth to speak, but my tongue goes dry.

Just say it!

“You don’t have to leave,” I finally spit out.

He looks at me from the edge of the bed, “Jane. Pan, um, wouldn’t, I mean there’s a, type of...”

I stare at him, understanding that of course Pan still has control, but also so saddened by his rejection of my plead for more comfort. A plead that was so, so hard to put out there. It’s only more anger towards Pan. As if he thinks he has some sick claim over me that stops any type of comfort I might find in his camp.

“Right,” I barely whisper and turn the other way.

Try one more time.

I hear him get up off the bed.

Just one more time.

“K,” I stop him.

“Yeah?”

“...I won’t tell, if you don’t,”

I hear him exhale and I know I did it, I took control back.

He crawls onto the mattress with me, beside me. Such contact as laying with someone is an entire mystery to me, something I’ve never ever felt before. Never have I ever felt such closeness with any person. The asylum was too hectic to get cozy with the girls and before that my life was too...unstable to bask in boys’ arms. Something inside of me tells me to be afraid, but it’s not loud enough. The yearn for comfort is so much louder. K doesn’t get into the covers with me, he lays on top of the messed up blankets, on the edge of the bed. I turn to face him, testing my own waters. Seeing what feels like too much, and what is not enough. He seems so calm, as if he could fall asleep at any second. It assures my decision to ask him to stay with me. He isn’t the slightest bit interested in doing anything that would be at me. He is only here because it’s what I want, what I asked for. And if he is so calm and collected sharing a bed with me, than I can be to. It only assures me even more when he lets me curl on him as I please, not moving a single inch unless I do it for him. He doesn’t make any move to get closer to me, only lets me get as close I feel comfortable with. It’s nearly perfect.

“Thanks, K,” I whisper to him. “Goodnight,” he whispers back.

I wipe my cheek of the small tear left over from the nightmare. I feel my smile and get even cozier against his chest. I nudge his arm with my shoulder so he knows he can close the cuddle. He obeys and wraps his arm around me when I settle. I’ve never felt so comforted. It’s ecstasy. He is so warm. He doesn’t smell bad but of moss and wet wood. I find the label for the place I’ve never been to. It’s safety. For the first time, in a very, very long, I feel completely safe. Nothing else but safeness, not even stress. No fear, no anxiousness. I’m safe in this bed, beside my friend. I close my eyes and remain lying with my friend until sleep engulfs us both.

I should’ve known Pan would destroy the only comfort, the only safety I had. For the next morning, K was taken away by Pan’s orders. All because I had a bad dream.