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gorchards · 9 months ago

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Love Lines - Yuta Okkotsu x Reader pt.2

word count: 3,349

a/n: here's part two! super excited about this one actually :3 cannot believe it is a mere 3,349 words... I thought it would for sure beat part one, but I was wrong! also note that Y/N has a little thing with Choso but tis a mere flashback thing... I'm sorry to the Choso lovers because as much as I love him I had to pick someone...

You paced back and forth in your dorm as you waited for your phone to ding.

A text from Yuta was what you were waiting for, and was what you had been waiting for for the last 43 hours.

“Y/N, turn that thing off already.”

You looked up from your phone, to see your friend Nobara sitting on your bed, eating your chips. Of course, with an eyebrow raised in your direction.

“You know I’m right. You’ve basically jumped five feet into the air at every little noise that things made. Can’t be healthy for you.” She said between bites.

“You wouldn’t understand, Nobara…” You whined, dramatically leaning on your desk and pretending to feel faint.

“I’m not your mom! Don’t say it like that!!” She huffed, sticking her tongue out at you. “I just don’t get how you could get worked up over some boy.”

Yuji chimed into the conversation from his spot on your roomates' bean bag. “I mean, I know why you’re freaking out but… Y/N, it’s Yuta! You guys were friends for like, forever! And he was always pretty chill from what I remember… I’m sure it’s not gonna be weird or anything.” He said.

Nobara gave him a raised brow as well.

“I’m not… I’m not worried it’s going to be weird.” You replied.

“Then what is it?” He asked.

You bit your lip. You weren’t 100% sure why you were so nervous, but you tried your best to explain anyway. “… What if it’s… like… just not right? What if it just doesn’t make sense anymore, I mean… It’s been so long since I’ve seen him. He’s moved on with his life and so have I… I’m not sure it would make sense to try again… uhm, try and be friends again. I mean there’s a reason we separated the first time and-“

“This again.”

Megumi’s cool voice cut through the air. You looked up to see him closing the front door and locking it behind him completely silently. It would have been creepy, had you not been so used to it by now.

He began looking directly at you with his eternally judging eyes as he situated himself in your own beanbag chair.

“Megumi! They were sorting their feelings out!” Yuji scolded, poking his cheek.

“Yeah, Megumi!! Don’t interrupt them!” Nobara chided, sending him a little glare.

He fought against the urge to roll his eyes. (And failed.) “I just don’t understand why they must make it so complicated.”

“I’m not making it complicated, it just is complicated!” You argued.

Megumi pinched the bridge of his nose. “You want to see him again?”

“Yes…”

“And he wants to see you?”

“Well, yes, but-“

“But what? That’s all there is to it.” He said.

“No it’s not I- I don’t even know how he’s doing emotionally! What if… What if nothing has changed from before? I mean, our identities were so intertwined that when he-“

“Didn’t you just say that he had moved on with his life.” Megumi deadpanned.

“Well, yes…”

“Y/N. You are way overcomplicating this.”

“I am not!!”

“Are too. If you both want to be friends again, and you both have changed, why are you so scared? It’s worth a shot, right?”

“I…”

“That was rhetorical. You need to answer that for yourself, not me.”

For a brief moment, you found yourself falling silent.

Why were you so nervous? It was just Yuta after all.

Perhaps, because it had been so long? After all, you had very little idea of what he had been up to in your time apart.

What if you had nothing in common anymore?

What if he changed more than you knew?

What if you had completely incompatible schedules?

What if his new friends didn’t like you, and drove you apart again?

… But then again, you already knew that you two could still keep up a fun conversation together thanks to your little encounter at the coffee shop. You had seen all the little things that hadn’t changed about him after all this time. You knew deep down that he would move heaven and earth to see you again. You knew he still considered you his best friend.

Those worries weren’t true at all. Just anxious thoughts that gnawed at you. Things you told yourself over the years to convince yourself that it wouldn’t be right to follow your heart right back to him in any capacity. Things that were louder than ever before.

… If you were being completely honest with yourself… Maybe it was because you knew you still had feelings for him. Even after all this time.

And if that was true there was a possibility that eventually, that could drive you two apart no matter how hard you tried to fight against it. These feelings you had ran deep. That care that you felt for him might breach, extend, and pressure your mental state and drive you apart… the same way it had the first time.

You snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of Nobara breaking the silence.

“Megumi, you’re totally oversimplifying things.” She said, rolling her eyes. “It’s like you’ve got a heart of stone or something.”

Megumi shrugged. “I’m just putting it into context. It’s not healthy for them to stew like that with their thoughts like that. I’m sure you agree.” He replied pointedly.

Yuji pondered for a minute on what he said. “I mean, he’s like… still their ex. It’s gonna feel weird because of that. Like it’s natural for them to want to think about it a little bit m-“

“Yuji, you said it wouldn’t be weird!!!” You whined, starting to pout a little bit.

He panicked slightly. “I meant weird, like complicated! Not weird like weird bad!”

“Yuji!” You groaned.

“Y/N!” He mimicked.

You glared at him.

“Oh. Uh. Sorry.” He scratched the back of his head. He lowered his head in apology, a guilty pout and eyes that looked at you like a four-week-old puppy who had just chewed up your nice shoes.

“You are forgiven.” You sighed. “But still. You guys aren’t helping at all! What am I supposed to say if he texts?”

“Tell him when you’re free.” Megumi stated.

You groaned, holding your head in your hands. “Megumi!”

He shook his head at you. “I’ve done all I can do for you. At least try to keep it down while I’m studying.”

He started to move back across the room to his desk when the universe finally decided to answer your most secret prayer. Ding.

Immediately, all three of them turned to see you scrambling to pick up your phone. On bated breath, they waited to hear what it was.

“… It’s him!”

Yuji jumped up to read over your shoulder. “What’s it say? What’s it say?”

You began to read it aloud. “He said: ‘Hey Y/N, it’s Yuta, smiley face!”

Nobara looked puzzled. “Why did he do that? You obviously know it’s him. Couldn’t he have come up with a better opener?”

You bit your lip. “Well, actually, I only gave him my number…”

Nobara blinked in disbelief. “You can’t be serious right-”

Yuji shushed her. “He’s typing!”

Nobara and Megumi slowly inched their way over to have a look at your phone as well.

“I know it’s still finals season, but let me know when you have a little extra time. Mine is over this Friday, when is yours?”

“Why is he putting the ball in your court?” Nobara asked, nose scrunching up.

“I mean. What else is he supposed to say?” Yuji asked.

“According to Megumi?” Nobara then flattened her voice a comical amount. “Y/N, there’s a new coffee shop opening up this Saturday. We should go. ”

Yuji blinked. “But that’s not like him at all, from what I remember! And totally inconsiderate…”

Megumi hummed, causing Yuji to jump a little. “But it would get the point across in the simplest way.”

Yuji shook his head. “I think if he wants to ask them out he should be-“

“It’s NOT a date!” You interjected. You wished it could be, though. “I don’t even know what he wants to do!”

“Well, you should respond! Don’t leave him on delivered!” Yuji exclaimed.

Nobara shook her head. “I think they should wait. He made them wait two days for a response.

Megumi pinched his forehead. “Can you stop. Your mind games are going to give him the wrong idea.”

“Shuuut up Fushiguro! It’s not ‘mind games’- That’s just stupid! It’s just what would be fair!” She argued back.

Yuji ignored them, shaking your shoulder. “Oh, oh! Maybe you could put in a little smiley face? That might get him to loosen up!”

The three began to discuss what you should do with much enthusiasm- or, in Megumi’s case, a mild interest in your personal life, with a side of being completely convinced that he was right. Slowly you began to tune out the sound of their voices as they threw out suggestions.

Really, what should you do?

In truth, there would be no objectively right or wrong answer. You could respond now, or later, and the world would keep turning and time would keep passing just as it always had. You wished that for a moment it would, so you could sit and puzzle out your thoughts and feelings without interruption. But even when time felt most like it should have stopped, the day you had shut him out of your life, it still didn’t. It was overwhelming, the many possibilities of what you could do.

The three chattered on in your ear as you repeatedly wrote up and deleted potential messages in your notes app.

You tried to think. It had been so long since you had asked yourself this. But if it had been Yuta here beside you, instead of your three beloved friends, what would he have said to ease you? How would he have suggested you respond in a situation like this?

You did remember one such instance.

You had dated people before Yuta. Quite a few, in fact. But in truth, you had always felt rather uncomfortable sharing when you were in a relationship with him. At the time you had believed that it had been because you weren’t that serious with them… but you had come to realize that it was because you felt very differently about Yuta than you did your other friends. Even, differently than these people you had dated.

A couple of years before you started dating, you had found yourself in a bit of a situation with Choso Itadori. A boy who was in the same grade as Yuta, and was Yuji’s older brother.

Subtly, he had been flirting with you. Not directly, which wasn’t your style. But he was cute, and he was nice… fiercely loyal, but a tad socially inept. He helped with your homework when you were studying with Yuji, and he engaged you in fun conversation despite the chaos of the Itadori household. You thought he could be a good match for you. It made sense, didn’t it?

Of course, you had gone to Yuji for advice! That was only right. It made the most sense. But ultimately, when Choso had texted you, and you alone, asking you out for ice cream… you found yourself texting Yuta in a panicked frenzy. And within a few minutes he showed up at your door with a bag of popcorn and a very concerned expression.

The two of you had sat down on the floor of your room as you verbally puzzled over what you could do. There were so many options. Leave him waiting, so as to appear a little cooler? You were just Yuji’s friend after all- what if Choso found you childish? Or maybe it would be better to respond now! But then again, what would you say, and how would you say it? Perhaps you throw a heart emoji in there?

Yuta had listened intently, with an uncharacteristically pensive expression. He looked like he wanted to say something, but would insist that you get out all your thoughts on the table before he would tell you what it was. And so on you ranted, tangled up in the many what-ifs of what Yuta perceived to be a fairly straightforward situation.

After about thirty minutes, you let out a loud sigh. “... I don’t know, Yuu… What should I say? What do you think?”

Yuta bit his lip. “Y/N I…” He paused, biting his lip. Pensive, and very deep in thought.

Yuta had told you later on what he had wanted to say at that moment. That he had wanted to tell you how he really felt about you. Not just that, but about the situation you were in, and especially how he felt about Choso at that moment.

He was so, so jealous of Choso. His thoughts had flashed to moments where Yuta felt he was too far close and far too comfortable around you. And you didn’t suspect anything until he had started flirting with you. But Yuta knew. Of course, he knew. And when Choso had doodled your name in his notebook or whispered gushy things to his deskmate about how cute you looked today, Yuta was in the chair behind him packing his jealousy into boxes and storing them away as far back in his mind as he could.

But he also knew that before his feelings for you (and his jealousy around Choso), came your friendship. He cared more about the bond you two shared, and he wanted to remain in your life no matter what. He had never ever wanted to risk losing you. He wanted you to be comfortable and in love with life. If that meant you didn’t feel the same about him… he would stay by your side regardless. How he felt about you, to him, was deeper than romantic or platonic attractions. He loved you in every sense of the word. He would do anything if it meant you would be happy.

“Y/N, I think… Well, what do you want to do?” He asked.

You paused. “Well… I’m not sure. That’s why I’m asking you. What do you think should I do?” You explained.

It was very common for you two to have this discussion back then.

And, as always, he had responded: “Hmm… I think… you should do what you want to do.” You groaned in frustration. “Yuta!”

“Sorry, sorry… I just mean… well, do you like him? You know, like, enough to share ice cream?” He asked.

“Hm… I don’t know about share. But I wouldn’t mind going to get some with him.”

Yuta nodded, tense. “I… see.” He cleared his throat. “Well… do you… I don’t know… Would you…” He struggled to get the words out. “Would you… want to go on a date with him? Like, a date, date. To get ice cream.”

You tilted your head slightly in amusement. “I guess?”

“Y/N! You guess??” He gasped. He grabbed your shoulders. “You shouldn’t go out with a guy you guess you like! You should be with someone who… who makes you feel loved. Like… you know how you feel about him.” He said, as he slowly and anxiously let go of your shoulders.

You chuckled a little, shaking your head. “I mean, yeah! Duh! But how will I know how I feel about them if I don’t go out with them first?”

“I think you can get some idea after a little while…” He grumbled.

You turned your attention back to your phone, pondering Yuta’s question. What did you want to do, really?

You liked Choso, you knew. But… you also knew that you were coming up with a million reasons to stall. Was that your subconscious way of saying no?

Then again, it was kind of this way with everything you did. For some reason, you were paralyzed at the thought of somehow making a wrong choice. Sometimes that prevented you from making any choice at all, and you would blow whatever way the wind would take you.

… But if you really like-liked him, wouldn’t you be jumping at the chance to go out with him? Wouldn’t this override the overwhelming thoughts? Wouldn’t this be exciting, rather than… a strange feeling of neutrality toward it all? He was cute, and he was nice… but you found that the thought of him taking you out, versus the thought that you would just stay home that weekend didn’t make you feel one way or another.

It was then that you had made your choice. As you looked up at Yuta, a new possibility popped into your brain.

“... Say, Yuta! My parents just bought a gallon of ice cream, and I heard there was this spooky movie that just came out! Maybe we can go watch it when it gets dark? And then we could make use of that popcorn too… We could make a sleepover out of this!” You offered, suddenly finding yourself grinning ear to ear.

“Oh- Sure! Of course! But uhm… What about this Choso thing?” He had asked.

You shrugged, jumping to your feet. “Eh… it can wait.” You said with a chuckle, offering him your hand. “Right now I want to make use of my Yuta time!”

A warm smile washed over his face as he took your hand. “Alright. If that’s what you want.”

You snapped out of your memories very suddenly at the feeling of Yuji shaking you once more.

“Oh! Oh! I know! Y/N there’s this AWESOME amusement park that’s not too far from here! Megumi and I took Nobara and this girl she liked there and-”

“Absolutely not. That place is cursed!” Nobara proclaimed.

“It isn’t cursed just because you dropped a corndog on her skirt. Really, you should have been more careful. I don’t think I would text you back either if you owed me dry-cleaning money.”

“Why you LITTLE-” Nobara was likely about to chew his head off, but your interruption saved him

“I know what I’m going to do.” A subtle softness laced your tone, and you found yourself smiling a little bit.

“Ohhhh what what what!” Yuji pestered, excitedly watching as you typed your response into your messenger app.

“My finals are over next week on Wednesday. There’s this ice cream spot near my campus that’s really cheap, and really good! Maybe we could both bring a friend? :)”

Megumi rolled his eyes. “If you want it to be a date why would you invite him to bring someone else.” He replied flatly.

“Have you ever considered, Fushiguro, that they’re trying to make him more comfortable?” He was about to reply, but Nobara stopped him completely. “NO, you haven’t! Don’t even try to lie!!”

It was a little funny if you were honest. Nobara held a grudge like a vice, but when it came down to it, she cared deeply for all three of you. It seemed today though, you were her favorite, though.

While the two of them were distracted, Yuuji coyly poked your shoulder. “Sooooo… You’re bringing me, right? Besties for resties? Don’t you think I’ll be a good wingman for you?”

Of course, this immediately stopped Nobara from chastizing Megumi. She butted back in. “As if! You know nothing about romance anymore, you’re with Megumi now!”

Megumi shook his head. “You two would cause too many distractions. They’re obviously bringing me.

You let out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. Just what had you gotten yourself into?

You supposed, though, that it was too late to turn back now. You suddenly felt incredibly grateful for Yuta’s patient nature.

Whoever you decided to bring, you would have to make sure they would keep you from flying off into your many what-ifs while you were with Yuta. You had to stay grounded as much as you possibly could.

Because you knew now, more than ever before, that you never wanted to leave Yuta Okkotsu behind ever again.

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bellysoupset · 4 months ago

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Hell yeah would ADORE a part two with Leo taking care of both of them?! He’s all “aren’t you two supposed to be doctors? How the hell did you let it get this bad” **proceeds to look after them like an absolute champ** 🍄

Not as much dialogue as you'd like, but who can blame them, they're very sick!

Part 2!

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Fridays were Leo's favorite day of the week. Not only because the weekend was near, but because he was able to leave work at 5 PM, normally, and Jonah had the morning shift at the hospital, so he would have been home since 2 PM. It was the best feeling in the world to come home to the apartment organized, because Jon was a neat freak, dinner already planned and his fiancé reading on the couch. It was a taste of forever.

So it was much to Leo's disappointment when he arrived home at 5:20 PM that day and found all the pillows from the couch thrown around and no Jonah. JD was frolicking in the living room, running to him as soon as he crossed the threshold, the little minx. Leo crouched down, "what are you doing, uh?" he pet her behind the ear, picking her up and dropping his suitcase on the messed up couch, "where's dad?"

It was weird to not find Jonah anywhere, not even a note or text telling Leo if he had gone on a grocery run or something. It was weirder when Jonah didn't text him back as Leo typed "Where are you? I'm home" and Leo was more than a little annoyed as he called Jon multiple times, as the hours passed, and received no answer.

As the clock ticked 8 PM, Leo's good humor had vanished and even his annoyance had been replaced by panic. Something was wrong and he could feel it deep in his bones, so Leo paced the living room as he called Wendy and got no answer.

"Hello?" Luke sounded confused as he picked up the phone at 8:30, "Leo?"

"Luke!" Leo breathed out, voice trembling as his heart hammered. Wendy not picking up her phone at all made him feel clammy, thoughts spiraling. They were probably together, right? For a second he considered all of his friends together without him knowing, "Jonah's missing."

"...What? What do you mean missing?!" Lucas voice raised as he spoke and Leo heard Bella talking in the background.

"Missing! I came home at 5 and he was gone and he's not answering his phone, not texting, and his car is not in the garage and Wendy's not picking up her phone either and- and the hospital said he's not there-" Leo pressed a hand to his face, trying to calm down, "I hope he's at Wendy's- I-"

"Babe," Lucas said and it took Leo a second to realize he wasn't speaking with him, "can you call Wendy? Leo's calling her and she's not picking up."

"Yeah, of course-" Bella's voice was louder, echoey as Luke put the phone on speaker. Leo sat down on the couch and JD crawled on his lap, pressing her head to his chin as they waited with bated breath as Bella's phone rung and rung, "uh... She's not picking up... I'll try again."

Leo's phone beeped and he pulled it off his ear quickly, thinking it was Jonah, but instead it was another doctor, Claire, who shared a shift with him.

Claire Hathaway 🩺: Hi Leo! IDK about Jon, but the hospital requested I fill in for Wendy this evening. She left early bc she's sick. Maybe that's why she's not picking up her phone?

Leo let out a little relieved sigh. This at least explained why Wendy wasn't picking up her phone, although it didn't explain anything about Jonah. He assumed Jon had left with her, probably driven her home, but why the fuck was he unable to pick up his phone-

"Leo?" Lucas' voice cut through his thoughts and Leo shook his head to focus himself.

"Sorry, uh- Claire, she's a doctor, texted me. She said Wendy left early because she was sick..."

"Oh, so Jon's probably with her," Bella sounded chill, not worried at all, "right?"

"Yeah, Leo, he's probably just helping her around-"

"I'm going over there," Leo interrupted, not minding one bit if he sounded overprotective or possessive. Something was not right and he could tell. Jonah would not ignore his 30 different texts, no matter how busy he was, "I- I'll let you guys know."

"Do you even have a key?" Bella snorted, sounding slightly amused, "kid, don't you think you're being a little-"

"Bell," Luke cut her off, before Leo could snap at her, "not now. Bell has a key to Wen's place, you can stop by to get it, Leo."

The blonde let out a sigh, thankful for Lucas forethought at stopping Bella and for his problem solving, "yeah, I'll stop by in 15, okay? Thanks."

During the whole drive there, Leo left his phone connected to his car's bluetooth, trying to call Jon again. Lucas was waiting for him, looking like he was fresh out of the shower, wet hair sticking out.

"Text me if you him?" Luke asked, walking to the car so Leo didn't need to get out, handing him Wendy's emergency keys, hanging on Bell's miniature guitar keychain, "and if you need anything?"

"Yeah, absolutely," Leo took the keys, taking a deep breath, "I swear to God, if they're just binge watching some show, I'll skin him alive."

Luke snorted at that, rolling his eyes, "as you should."

It was extremely weird to go up to Wendy's floor all by himself. Not that he had never been to her apartment alone, but he had never broken in and Leo couldn't help but hesitate as he unlocked the door.

However, as soon as he entered the place, he knew he had been right to show up. Wendy's purse was fallen on the ground, which triggered sirens in his mind, as she'd never carelessly throw her purse down like that. Jonah's phone was on the shelves that lined her entry wall, abandoned and marking only 10% of battery. 23 missed calls from Leo, 41 new texts from Leo and Lucas.

"Jonah?" Leo called, loudly, picking up Wendy's purse and planting it on the shelf, "Wendy?"

None of the lights were on, which again, horrifying. Leo switched on the lights, walking further inside, "guys?"

They, obviously, weren't in the living room. Not in the kitchen either... The guest bathroom looked like a minor fight had happened in it. The towel holder was broken, the towel crumpled on the ground, as well as Wendy's rainbow rug was tangled up and kicked away, there was blood on a tile-

"JONAH!" Leo shouted now, getting out of the bathroom and rushing to Wendy's room, his heart hammering in his ears. His mouth felt dry and the minute he walked in, it took him a whole half minute to understand what he was looking at.

Jonah was sprawled on Wendy's bed, lying on his stomach, arms all out- "Jonah," Leo leaped forward, hands shaking as he planted a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder and could contain his relief as he heard a snore. He couldn't even be angry, for a split second he had thought the worst, "Jon-" Leo pulled on his arm and only then did he feel the heat rolling off of him, "Christ, you're burning up..."

Leo looked around the room, head spinning as he situated himself. Jonah was fine. Found. Burning up... Where was Wendy?

He jumped up, circling the bed and genuinely thinking he'd just find her lying on the rug. Weirder things had happened so far. Instead, he found her in the suite's bathroom, curled up in front of the toilet.

She was tiny to begin with, so Leo's heart squeezed with a new wave of panic as he took in just how she had curled up into herself. Unlike Jonah, who was still wearing the same clothes from the morning, Leo could tell Wendy had tried stripping some of it off, because she was only wearing her bra, no shirt, and lilac pants that had a bloody mark on the knee.

"What the fuck..." He crouched down, touching her arm. Wendy was warmer than Jon, if that was possible, but she was also shaking and twitching like a puppy left out in the cold. Her face was really red and, unlike Jonah who was covered in sweat, she was dry to the touch, "Wendy?" Leo uncurled her, "Wen, wake up. Wendy-" he shook her, a little harder than necessary, and instead of her waking up, her head only lolled from side to side.

He should call a fucking ambulance.

Leo could smell the stomach acid in the bathroom, before he even realized the vomit in the toilet bowl. It wasn't much, just some chunks floating away, and he pressed the flush, while chewing on his lip and trying to figure out what the hell he should do. Ambulance. What would Jonah do? Or Wendy?

Making an executive decision, Leo threw her limp arm over his neck and picked her up, carrying her to the tub. He turned on the faucet, wetting his hands and starting to splash the water all over her face and neck, while the bathtub filled up, "c'mon, c'mon, c'mon-"

Wendy was completely unresponsive, which was not good, and then there was Jonah-

Leo grabbed Wen's wrist, to keep her from drowning, and then stretched his body as much as he could, stealing a glance at the bedroom. Jonah hadn't moved a muscle... "Stay here," the blonde mumbled, to the unconscious woman, before grabbing her pink towel and running it under the faucet until it was dripping wet.

He ran back to the bedroom, straddling Jon and grabbing his shirt unceremoniously, mess be damned. Jon let out a whimper at being rolled over, his eyes threatening to open, but seeming glued shut. He whined as Leo draped the soaked towel over his naked chest, but despite frowning in his sleep, didn't wake up at all.

He knew Wendy kept her first aid kit in the kitchen, whatever reason for, so Leo made a run for it. His head was spinning as he stuck the thermometer in Jonah's mouth, before rushing back to the bathroom.

Wendy had slid down on the tub, but the faucet was slow and the water only reached her collarbones. Still, Leo grabbed her by the armpits, forcing her up.

"No..." Wendy rasped out and he froze, hands squeezing her arms.

"Wendy!? Wen," he shook her again, since her eyes were still shut, "Wen, are you awake?!"

Instead of answering him, her teeth started to shatter.

Ambulance, the little voice in his head insisted and Leo hesitated, reaching for his phone on his back pocket. Wendy let out a groan and all thoughts flew out of his mind as Leo lunged forward, cupping her head, "hey- Hey, Wen, open your eyes," he patted her cheeks, gently, "open your eyes, Wen."

Half moons of drowsy green stared at him and Leo let out a hysterical chuckle, wetting his hands again and now wiping them all over her face, pushing back her wavy hair, "thank fuck..." he whispered, continuing to do that until the violent shivering and teeth shattering eased and she seemed to be breathing normally instead of the weird hyperventilating from before.

He needed to know how high was her temperature, Leo decided, then remembered about the abandoned thermometer with Jon. Fuck.

Jonah was a big guy, much bigger than Wendy, so despite clearly being severely ill, he was holding up better than she was. The towel had helped and while his temperature still read 102.3ºF, his frown had vanished and his eyes opened slightly as Leo retrieved the device.

"Uhmmmm..." He groaned, head lolling and Leo sat on the edge of the bed, cupping his face.

"Jon? Angel?" He whispered, despite the fact there was really no reason for him to keep his voice low. It just felt odd to talk loudly when he was the only conscious person in the room.

"Hmm-Leo....?" Jonah's eyes struggled to focus on him, but Leo's heart did a leap nonetheless.

"Yes," he leaned in, relieved, "I'm here-"

"Where'ssswen?" Jon slurred, looking around, his eyes widening with panic. Leo quickly grabbed him by the shoulders as it looked like Jon was about to sit up.

"Bathroom," Leo pushed him down against the, now wet, pillows, "shhh- I need you to drink some water for me, okay?" He stroked Jon's cheek, eyes scanning the room for Wendy's sparkly water bottle.

Thank God she was such a methodic person, Leo thought, finding the bottle on the opposite bedside table. It was half full and Leo was sure covered in germs, but considering they were already sharing whatever plague was this... He pushed the hard plastic straw in Jonah's mouth, "one gulp, baby."

Jonah obeyed, eyes slipping closed, and he took not one, but three gulps before grimacing and turning his head, causing the water to spill down his chin.

Leo stroked his arm again, retrieving the towel to wet it again, "I'll be right back," he promised, taking the bottle and the thermometer with him as well back to the bathroom.

Wendy was passed out, for good, and she didn't even stir as Leo maneuvered her around as if she was a ragdoll, stripping her of the lilac pants — there was the blood he had seen on the bathroom floor, a nasty cut on her knee and the blood had dried down her calf — and slipping the thermometer in her mouth as well.

He wet the towel once again, rushing back to the bedroom and now Jonah was sitting up against the pillows, but still had his eyes closed. They jumped open as Leo covered him with the cold towel once more, alarmed and bloodshot.

"Shhh, it's just me-" Leo shushed him, doing the same he had done with Wendy, planting his wet cold hands on Jonah's face and pushing his curls back, rewetting his hands with the bottle of water so he could do this multiple times.

Jonah let out a groan as he did that, curling up and Leo frowned, "Jon?"

"Wendy'sssick..." His head lolled to the side, "very-"

"I know," Leo stroked his cheek, "I know, I'm taking care of her too, don't worry. Worry about getting better," he leaned in, kissing his boyfriend's temple, "drink some more water, angel."

He left Jonah with the bottle this time, returning to the bathroom. Wendy hadn't stirred and Leo knelt by the side of the bathtub, retrieving the thermometer. 102.8º F, very alarming, but at least it wasn't over 103ºF, as Leo knew from Jonah rambling about it all the time that temperature meant hospital immediately.

"Goddammit," Leo sighed, now using the showerhead to start washing her hair. He kicked off his shoes and rolled his pants, sitting behind her, on the edge of the tub, and tipping Wendy's head back so no water got in her nose as he started to let the cold water run through her hair.

It took a couple minutes, but then he saw movement under her lids and Wendy let out a whine, "stooop..."

Leo smiled, continuing the makeshift hair washing for another ten minutes, until suddenly he heard a coughing fit in the other room. He immediately was jumping into action, propping Wendy back against the tub and rushing to the room, just in time to see Jon sit up enough to throw up all over his lap.

It wasn't much, basically just water and bile, but he coughed as if he was drowning in it and Leo's heart squeezed with worry as he crossed the room, cupping his hand on Jon's forehead.

"It's okay, I got you," he rubbed his boyfriend's back with his free hand, "get it up, angel, you'll feel better soon..." he hated the choked noise, Jon struggling to breathe, and the panicked sensation he was in way over his head.

Jonah let out a groan, a small burp sneaking up on him and he hung, folded in the middle, until Leo grabbed a clear end of the towel to wipe his mouth.

"I know you feel awful, baby, I'm sorry," he cooed, standing still as he waited to see if Jon was going to be sick again. He wasn't, instead he tipped to the side, so he could press his face to Leo's tummy, hiding it there. Leo let out a sigh, stroking his cheek.

Eventually he was forced to push Jonah away, so he could get rid of the ruined towel and check on Wendy again. Her fever had lowered, to 102.4ºF, so Leo picked her up and carried her back to the bed, figuring he'd have an easier time if he wasn't scared of Wen drowning every time he turned his back.

Finally, Leo settled on the foot of the bed, fishing out his phone in order to text Luke that he had found them.

TBC

#sickfic #mywriting #flu #influenza #fever #jonah banks #wendy marshall #🍄 anon #🦦 anon #<- part 2 of 🦦's request #emeto #emetophilia

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The Winter Whiteout -B.T.S

TLDR: snowed in...sort of. This is part 6/12 of Azzie's Advent Calendar 2024!

Word count + info: 4.8k + including a LOT dialogue. this is acc mainly dialogue.

Warnings + Content Ahead: SFW! No warnings : )

Azzie Notes ✚: can u believe we're halfway through the calendar? what'll I do when this is all over?? D: - all the inboxed requests, that's what haha, don't worry I'll still be here. Since I'm writing all these in advance, I wonder if you all have caught onto the little connections throughout...like the ornament on the tree yday, or the snow being on your wishlist... so exciting im giggling. ANYWHO, let's move on.

P.S.Azzie from present: special thank u + shoutout to the Bennies twt gc, what a bunch of funny and silly cuties! (even tho I've been falsely accused and threatened multiple times.) Highly, highly recc u guys to join the twt community it's so fun over there, it's like a little family! Also, if you followed me on there and I haven't followed back, just dm me! I want to be moots w all my fave ppl hehehehehehe

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The soft grey light of dawn seeped through the blinds, gently pulling at the edges of your dreams as you slept beside Ben's warm body. You stirred, the cozy cocoon of the blankets hugging you tightly against the slight chill in the room. As you burrowed further into the warmth, you felt a nudge at your shoulder, soft, almost hesitant, but insistent and annoying enough to pull you closer to waking.

“Babe...babeee...,” Ben’s voice whispered, hushed but tinged with urgency. A second nudge followed, this one paired with the light pressure of his hand against your arm, gently shaking you. “Hey, babe. You gotta wake up.”

You groaned, rolling onto your side, eyes barely cracking open. “Mmh...hm? What’s wrong?” Your voice was thick with sleep, and you buried your face into the pillow, trying to keep your eyes sheltered from the light filtering through.

Ben crouched by the bed, his curls a messy halo around his head, his expression caught somewhere between panic and awe. “...we’re snowed in,” he announced in a whisper-shout, his brown eyes wide as if he were delivering life-altering news.

Your brow furrowed. What? The snow had begun to melt by the time you had come in last night, and now it rebuilt? In Florida of all places? As you attempted to capture Ben's words, you stirred a bit more.

“Snowed in?” you mumbled, voice muffled by the pillow. The words sounded foreign, nonsensical even, especially in your still-sleepy haze. “What’re you talking about?”

“Come look!” he urged, rising to his feet and gesturing dramatically toward the window. The mattress dipped slightly as he stood, and you shivered as the absence of his warmth let the cool air creep in.

With a reluctant sigh, you lifted your heavy head up and swung your legs over the side of the bed, the chill of the floorboards making you wince and pull your feet back for a second. Finally, you pushed up, the sleep-heavy blanket slipping from your shoulders as your eyes blinked away any chances of going back to rest. The sudden loss of warmth made you groan softly, but Ben was already pacing near the window, his hand chewing at the edge of his nail.

“C’mon, babe, you gotta see this,” he pressed, his other arm wrapping tightly around his torso like he was physically holding himself together. His tone was so frantic, that you half-expected to find a blizzard raging outside.

You shuffled to the window, your body still waking up with every step. Pulling the curtain fully back, you squinted against the soft brightness of the snowy morning. The scene outside unfolded like something out of a dream, a thin but pristine blanket of white covered the lawn, cars, and the tops of the palm trees. The road glistened faintly, a mix of ice and slush, while the grass had completely disappeared beneath the powdery covering.

There was snow, for sure. But “snowed in”? That was a stretch. Half an inch, maybe. At best. You blinked, your groggy brain taking a moment to process the panic Ben woke you up in versus the reality that met you outside, the fact you were standing by the window looking at a dusting of snow and ice, bound to melt by afternoon, the fact the cold wooden floor was taunting you for getting up your golden retriever boyfriend without even second guessing.

You turned around only to find Ben staring at you with wide, anxious eyes. His hand hovered near his mouth as he gnawed at the skin, and he was bouncing faintly on the balls of his feet like he didn’t know what to do with himself. His navy cotton tee hung slightly askew, and his curls still miraculously standing in all directions and faces. The whole picture, his anxiety, his dishevelled state was so endearing that you couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips as your exhaustion melted away.

“Oh, Benny,” you murmured, soft laughter bubbling up in your chest. “Sweetheart, it’s not that bad.”

His face crumpled into a mix of indignation and disbelief. “What?!? Not that bad?” He gestured toward the window as if the sight spoke for itself, his eyes widening while his hands were extended. “This isn't normal! The roads are iced over, the grass is gone, this is serious! What if we can’t get groceries? Oh my God, and if the pipes freeze? What if-”

“Ben,” you interrupted, crossing the room to him. He stopped mid-rant as you reached up, cupping his face in your hands. “You poor Florida baby,” you cooed, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.

His brows knitted further, the beginnings of a pout forming on his lips. “You’re making fun of me,” he accused, though his hands instinctively settled at your waist.

“Only a little,” you admitted, laughing softly as you peppered kisses across his face, his cheeks, his jawline, the furrow between his brows. “You’re too cute, getting all worked up over this.”

“I’m not cute,” he grumbled, but his voice lacked bite. His hands tightened slightly at your waist, drawing you closer. “And this isn’t funny! What if the power goes out?”

You kissed him again, this time lingering for a second longer. “We’ll survive,” you murmured against his cheek, your hands sliding down to rest on his chest. Beneath the soft cotton of his shirt, you could feel the faint thrum of his heartbeat, faster than usual. “I promise.”

He sighed, his posture softening just a bit. “You’re not taking this seriously.”

You giggled, standing on tiptoe to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Oh, I’m taking it very seriously,” you teased, your tone light. “I’m seriously finding this adorable.”

He groaned, dropping his head against your shoulder in mock defeat, planting a small kiss on it. “You’re impossible,” he mumbled, though the smile tugging at his lips betrayed him.

You laughed, brushing your fingers through his curls before stepping back. “Let me get dressed and wash my face, okay? Then we’ll figure it out, this whole snow emergency of yours.”

He lifted his head, his eyes still clouded with worry but softening slightly as he nodded and exhaled a deep breath. “Okay,” he said, though his tone carried a lingering trace of doubt.

You kissed his cheek one more time before heading to the bathroom, his voice following you as you went. “Don’t forget! If we’re trapped here, we’re gonna need a plan!”

“Got it, babe,” you replied through your laughter as you closed the door behind you, shaking your head. Trapped. Sure. Only Ben could make a snow flurry in Florida feel like the start of a survival movie.

By the time you got dressed and ready for the day, the smell of comfort wafted its way up from downstairs. The rich smell of coffee mingled with the sizzle of bacon and the soft clatter of plates as you stepped into the kitchen, ridding any fatigue from your body. Ben was hunched over the coffee machine, his shoulders tense with concentration like he was performing surgery.

“Morning, soldier. See you've been put to work,” you mumbled, your voice still thick with sleep.

Ben spun around, holding up a mug like it was a trophy. “Morning! Coffee’s almost done. Got my priorities straight today.”

You smiled, leaning against the counter next to him. “How thoughtful of you. For us or for yourself?”

He gave you an innocent look. “For everyone, thank you very much.” Then, lowering his voice, he added with a smirk, ��But mostly me.”

Across the room, Emma and Alex were bickering good-naturedly as they set the table.

“Forks go on the left, Alex,” Emma said, swatting his hand.

“No, that’s knives, Em,” Alex replied, holding up the utensils like he was solving a riddle.

“You’re thinking of fancy tables, and this ain’t fancy!”

Lisa chuckled from the stove, flipping a pancake. “As long as there’s food on the table, I don’t think anyone’s gonna care, y’all.” She turned to you, her smile warm. “Can you help me with the syrup and butter? And maybe make a small fruit salad too please?”

“On it, I can take over pancake duty, if you're getting tired on there, Lisa,” you said, moving to gather the items.

Bryan wandered in, pausing in the doorway with his hands on his hips. “Smells like a diner in here,” he said, his voice laced with approval. “That’s how you know it’s gonna be a good morning.”

Emma plopped down the last of the silverware, shooting a look at Alex. “There. Done. And you didn’t even help.”

“I did help,” Alex protested, gesturing to the crooked line of plates he’d set out.

“Barely,” Emma shot back, grinning as she nudged him.

Lisa glanced over her shoulder. “Y’all done bickering yet? Food’s almost ready.”

“Almost,” Emma replied before turning to Alex with a teasing smile. “We’re heading to Alex's place later, by the way.”

Bryan’s head snapped up. “What? Absolutely not, Emma.”

Emma groaned. “Dad, come on. It’s not even far!”

“It doesn’t matter,” Bryan said firmly. “You’ve got no experience driving in snow, and if the roads get icy, you’ll be stuck there.”

Emma sighed, muttering. “Yeah, that’s kind of the point, Dad...”

Alex, trying to defuse the situation, leaned in, clear that panic was etched on his face. “Your dad’s right, though. Imagine if the power went out. We’d be stuck, freezing, with nothing but...” He trailed off dramatically. “...each other.”

Emma, predictably, melted at that. “Ugh, fine,” she muttered, her resolve crumbling as she stared at him.

Bryan threw his hands up in mock exasperation. “Of course. Listen to your boyfriend over your dad. That’s fine. Totally fine.”

Lisa shook her head as she began plating the pancakes. “Bryan, stop being dramatic and sit down. You know you weren't any different either at their age. Breakfast’s ready.”

Everyone settled around the table, the warm smell of coffee and syrup wrapping around you like a veil. Ben handed you a steaming mug, his fingers lingering on yours for a moment before he sat beside you.

As the meal got underway, Ben leaned back in his chair, cradling his coffee like it was a lifeline.

“So... what’s the plan for today? Are we just staying in?”

Lisa looked over her mug, smiling indulgently. “Ben, it’s just a little snow. We’re not actually snowed in.”

Bryan nodded. “Exactly. But I’d rather everyone stay put for a few hours. No sense in slipping on an icy road when it’s gonna melt by noon.”

Ben perked up, his eyes lighting with mischief. “So... we’re basically treating this like a snowed-in day?”

Lisa groaned, shaking her head. “If that’s what you want to call it, fine.”

Ben smiled with that playful grin. “Snowed-in day! Let’s make it fun. Blanket forts, hot cocoa, maybe we bring back the snowball fight, whaddya say Alex? Round Two-”

Before anyone could humour him, Bryan raised a hand, cutting him off. “Ah, ah, ah. You just had a snowball fight last night. If you really wanna get out in the snow today, you’re gonna be helping me clear the driveway. I got de-icing rock salt, too, don’t want none of that slush or black ice out there.”

Ben groaned dramatically, slumping back into his chair. “What? No- Dad!”

“Oh, and you’re helping me clear the neighbourhood roads, too,” Bryan added, pointing a finger. “You and Alex.”

Alex, caught mid-bite, looked up, wide-eyed. “What? But I--wait, that was all Ben!! I mean...” He caught Bryan’s look and sighed heavily. “Yes, Mr. Shelton. Of course.”

Lisa, who had been scrolling through her phone, barely looked up as she mumbled, “We still haven’t done the Secret Santa name distribution this year. When on earth are we meeting with everyone for that?”

You brightened, looking up. “Oh, we could do it online, if that's handy for you. I can send the link and set it up.”

Emma perked up at the idea. “Yeah, that’s smart, that's what me and the girls did in college. Easy, no hassle. We don’t all have to meet in person just for names.”

Lisa shot you a grateful smile. “Oh wow...perfect. Thanks, hon I wanna see how to do that. That’ll save us a whole ordeal.”

The conversation wound down as everyone finished their plates. You helped Lisa clear the table, stacking dishes into the sink while Ben dragged himself upstairs to get dressed for the cold. Alex had already shuffled off to the garage with Bryan, muttering something about Floridians and their snow aversion.

When Ben returned, bundled up in layers with a slightly too-big jacket zipped to his chin, he stopped in the kitchen doorway. His expression was mournful, exaggerated with puppy-dog eyes and a deep sigh.

“Babe,” he said dramatically, placing his hands on your shoulders. “I’m heading into action. My fingers are gonna be numb. My clothes? Soaked. Frozen. My body? Part of what it once was.” He let out a long, suffering sigh. “And worst of all? I’m gonna miss you, and warmth, and coffee, and--”

“Ben,” you interrupted, biting back laughter as you cradled his face in your hands. “You’re clearing the driveway, not trekking across the Arctic.”

“Same thing,” he replied solemnly, his breath puffing slightly as he gazed at you.

You stood on your toes, peppering his face with light kisses: one on his nose, another on his cheek, and finally, a soft one on his lips. “You’ll be fine, my brave soldier. Godspeed, Ben. And remember, when it’s all over, you’ll come to me.”

Bryan’s voice bellowed from the garage. “Ben! Quit stalling and get your ass in here!”

Ben sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “Duty calls.”

You patted his chest with a teasing smile. “You’ll survive.”

As he shuffled out the door, Lisa chuckled, shaking her head. “He’s always been a bit dramatic, hasn’t he?”

You laughed, returning to the sink to load the last of the plates into the dishwasher. “It’s part of the charm.”

Emma, perched at the table with Halo in her lap, smirked. “Charm, huh? Sure that’s the word you’re looking for?”

Lisa joined you at the counter, rinsing out a pan. “She’s got it bad,” she teased softly, smiling as she glanced at you.

You smiled back, glancing toward the garage door. “Yeah,” you admitted. “I do.”

Emma grinned, reaching for Halo’s food. “Better you than me.”

After his dramatic departure and a chuckle from Lisa, you found yourself curled up in the living room with her and Emma. The soft hum of the heater filled the space, the occasional clink of mugs against the coffee table accompanying the warm, easy atmosphere. You opened your laptop, connected it to the TV, and set up the Secret Santa website as Lisa leaned forward, watching with interest.

“Alright, let’s get this started,” you said, typing in the link. “You just call out the names, and I’ll add them in.”

Lisa tilted her head, fascinated. “Wait, so all this...online? We don’t even need to draw names out of a hat any more?”

“Nope.” You smiled as Emma scooted closer, leaning over the arm of the couch to watch. “See? Everyone gets an email with their draw. And... check this out you can even add wish lists or send anonymous messages to your Secret Santa. It’s really easy.”

“Wish lists?” Emma perked up, her eyes lighting with excitement. “Wait, hold on, show me how that works, I never done that before!”

You clicked through a couple of tabs, pulling up the gift wish feature.

“Right here. You can add whatever you want so your Secret Santa knows what to get you. No awkward surprises.”

“Genius,” Emma muttered, nudging Lisa. “This is way better than what the family used to do. No offense, Mom.”

Lisa laughed, shaking her head in amazement. “I can’t believe this is a thing. Y'all making us look like amateurs.”

You smiled at the compliment, quickly typing in the last name Lisa called out. “And done. I’ll email the link to you so you can send it to everyone.”

Lisa paused, a thoughtful look crossing her face. “Hold on a second, hon.”

She pulled her phone from the side table, fingers moving quickly over the screen. “I’ll just add you to the family group chat. Make it easier.”

The words hit you like a gentle wave, warm and unexpected. Your heart stuttered for a moment as you processed what she’d said. “Oh-! Lisa, you don’t have to do that,” you murmured, caught somewhere between surprise and gratitude.

“Oh please, nonsense, sweetheart.” Lisa glanced up with a knowing smile, her tone light but full of meaning. “You’re family now. No need to overthink it.”

Your throat tightened at the sincerity in her voice, but before you could reply, your phone buzzed. A notification popped up: Shelton Family Group Chat. You swallowed the lump in your throat, blinking against the sudden sting of emotion as you opened the chat and sent the Secret Santa link in.

Emma clapped her hands together, grinning. “Alright, let’s see who we got!”

You clicked the link on your phone, holding your breath as the page loaded. When your draw appeared, your heart gave a little leap: Emma.

It took everything in you not to give yourself away. Your gaze flickered toward her as she was already scrolling through the wish list feature, completely oblivious. Ideas started swirling in your mind immediately, and you had to fight to keep the excitement from showing on your face.

Lisa glanced at you, sipping her coffee. “Good draw?”

You managed to nod, a tight-lipped smile forming. “Yeah. Great draw.”

Emma raised a brow at you, suspicious. “You’re being weird. Who’d you get?”

“Can’t say!” You threw your hands up defensively, shaking your head. “That’s the whole point of it being secret.”

She squinted at you, mock accusing. “If you got me, you better not get me something lame.”

You laughed, trying to keep your tone casual. “You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?”

Lisa chuckled, leaning back in her chair. “This is already more fun than the usual way. Good call, hon.”

You smiled warmly, the little flutter in your chest from pride and the lingering feelings from her earlier words: Family. You glanced at your phone again, the screen still glowing with Emma’s name as you drew. Yeah, you thought. You had some good ideas.

After some time chatting together, Lisa busied herself away to get started on lunch, an assortment of dishes and sides she had planned to keep everyone full and warm for the rest of the afternoon. You and Emma found yourselves curled up together on the couch with Below Deck, gossiping about all sorts and debriefing episodes after each one.

The door slammed open with a burst of icy air, Bryan leading the way with Alex and Ben trailing behind. The commotion immediately drew your and Emma's attention, both of your heads turning towards the door as you pressed pause on the TV. Lisa glanced up from the kitchen, where she was stirring something on the stove, and offered a welcoming smile to the trio. The contrast between the “three wise men” was impossible not to laugh at.

Bryan entered looking fresh and composed, his jacket dry, his skin just faintly pink and glowing from the chill. “Nothing better than some good ol' boy time together, huh, guys?!?” he beamed, slapping Alex on the back and clapping Ben’s shoulder.

Alex, in stark contrast, had clear signs of his snowy excursion. Damp patches dotted his jacket, and his cheeks and nose were ruddy. Still, he looked far from bothered, rather energised, a light smirk tugging at his lips as he shook off his gloves. His Canadian side clearly served him well. “It wasn’t too bad,” he said, though his gaze flicked to Ben with a hint of amusement.

And then, there was Ben.

He was the picture of misery. He shuffled in like a shell of himself. His curls were frozen stiff in awkward clumps, bits of snow clinging stubbornly to his sleeves and pants, all over him. His shoulders were hunched and his teeth chattered audibly as he tried to stave off the cold. He paused just inside the doorway, his wide, glassy eyes staring ahead with what could only be described as a thousand-yard stare. His face was pale, his lips slightly blue, and he looked downright traumatised.

You sat up, stifling a laugh at the sight of him. “Ben, are you--?”

He didn’t let you finish. Raising a trembling hand, he cut you off with a weak, “hot shower,” his voice soft and almost childlike, before he shuffled off toward the stairs like a man on a mission.

That did it. As soon as he disappeared, you and Emma turned to each other and burst out laughing. Emma leaned into the couch arm, clutching her side as tears of mirth threatened to spill. Bryan shook his head while Alex turned away to hide his laughter.

“Alright, spill,” Emma said to Alex, who was still shaking his head in amusement while hanging his coat. “What on earth happened out there?”

Alex plopped down into the armchair with a groan of effort, unzipping his thermal halfway. “Man, Ben just had the worst time out there. You should've seen it. First, Bryan’s like, ‘I’ll show you how to shovel,’ and instead of aiming for the sides, he accidentally launches the snow right onto Ben who's on the ground trying to tie his shoes with them big gloves.”

Bryan, who had made his way toward the kitchen, turned back to add, “Wasn’t on purpose. Builds character, though.” He gave Alex a knowing nod before joining Lisa.

“It gets better, though.” Alex continued. “Ben was like maybe, 3 shovels in? He somehow gets his foot stuck under the shovel. When he tries to yank it free and ends up using the shovel like a vaulting pole and almost catapults himself over it and into the snowbank. It was gold. He made the weirdest scream too, it was so tragic.”

You clapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your laugh, and Emma was practically wheezing now.

“But that’s not even the worst part,” Alex said, leaning forward conspiratorially.

“Bryan didn’t really do much out there, just stood supervising us while we salted the driveway and iced down the street a bit. But Ben… oh man.” He shook his head, grinning. “The guy slipped on the ice at least five times. By the third, he just kinda laid there like he was questioning life choices.”

“Oh no, my poor baby,” you said, your voice catching as you tried to breathe through the laughter, heart softening at your own Bambi on ice.

“And then,” Alex said, his grin widening, “you remember that kid Ben called ‘funny-looking’ last night during the snowball fight? Yeah, that kid showed up with his friends and destroyed Ben. Full ambush. It was like watching a crime scene. They made a bad situation worse, man.”

Emma was crying with laughter, doubling over so far she almost fell off the couch. “I can’t believe I missed this.”

Lisa’s voice floated in from the kitchen. “Alex, honey! Go warm up before lunch is ready.”

“Yeah, I’m going Mrs Shelton!” Alex said, standing with an exaggerated groan. He looked back at you and Emma, smirking. “Bryan might’ve been dry as a bone, but between Ben’s luck and that shovel? Today was hilarious.”

You and Emma shared another laugh as Alex disappeared down the hall to clean up. Emma wiped her eyes, shaking her head as she said, “He’s never gonna live this down.”

“Not a chance,” you agreed, still giggling.

The faint sound of water running upstairs confirmed Ben was probably still thawing out. You leaned back on the couch, pressing play on Below Deck as you and Emma tried to recover from the sheer comedy of it all.

Just as you reached for the remote to unpause Below Deck, Bryan’s voice carried through the house.

“Emma! I need help figuring out this Secret Santa thing. It’s not working.”

Emma let out a loud sigh, standing up. “Of course. Can’t let me sit down for five minutes. I'll be back.”

You waved her off with a grin. “Go save him. I’ll wait.”

As Emma disappeared toward the kitchen, you leaned back against the couch, stretching your legs out. A few moments later, you heard heavy, slow footsteps descending the stairs. Ben shuffled into view, looking like he’d barely survived a natural disaster. His curls were damp, clinging to his forehead, with a towel draped over his shoulders. He wore soft sweatpants and a sweatshirt, his hands stuffed into the pocket as if he was still fighting off the chill.

He made his way to the couch and flopped down beside you, immediately dropping his head into your lap.

“Ben,” you scolded gently, looking at the damp mess of his hair. “Your hair’s wet! You’re going to ruin the couch or my leggings!”

He tilted his head just enough to look up at you with a faint, weak smile. “I’ve been through enough. You can’t possibly be mad at me right now.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling as you ran your fingers through his curls, untangling the damp strands and twisting them around your fingers to reshape them. “I can’t believe you got wrecked that hard by a little snow.”

Ben groaned, burying his face into your lap. “Don’t even. It’s not my fault the Sunshine State doesn’t prepare you for… this.”

“Oh, I know,” you teased, scratching gently at his scalp. “You’re a delicate Florida flower who got bested by a shovel, a patch of ice, and a group of angry children.”

“They had backups, man” Ben muttered into your thigh, his voice muffled. “I didn’t stand a chance.”

You giggled, raking your nails lightly through his hair. “And yet, Bryan came in dry and happy like he was just there to supervise.”

Ben let out a long sigh, finally lifting his head to squint up at you. “I don’t need this slander from my own girlfriend.”

“It’s not slander if it’s true,” you said with a grin, leaning down to press a quick kiss to his temple.

Ben shifted slightly in your lap, reaching over to grab the letters tucked under the coffee table. His freshly showered scent hit you, clean, warm, with a hint of his citrusy shampoo, and you couldn’t help but inhale subtly as he moved. His curls, soft and conditioned, brushed against your fingers as you played with them absentmindedly.

“What are you doing now?” you teased, watching as he scanned the pages with a mix of curiosity and focus.

“Looking for evidence,” Ben murmured, flipping through the letters.

“Evidence of what?”

He didn’t answer, his brow furrowing slightly until he found what he was looking for.

“‘And maybe, just maybe, some snow… even if it’s just for a day,’” he read aloud, in a teasing girly voice, clearly trying to imitate you with the faintest grin tugging at his lips.

Your cheeks warmed, and you gave a sheepish laugh. “What, are you going to make fun of me for that too?”

But Ben didn’t tease. Instead, he sat up, turning to face you fully now, his knee tucked against yours. His grin softened into something more thoughtful as he held up his own letter.

“‘If you could help me make this Christmas together extra special, I’d owe you big time,’” he recited, then glanced at the snow falling gently outside the window. He looked at you, eyes wide with a mixture of awe and warmth. “Santa’s legit. He’s already pulling through for us.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Ben, you’re ridiculous. I can’t believe you even remembered I wrote that.”

Ben set the papers down and met your gaze, his voice lowering, softening to match the tender tone in yours. “Of course I did. You’re my girl. How could I forget something that mattered to you?”

Your heart swelled, a mix of amusement and deep affection making your throat tighten. Before you could respond, Ben leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips. His hands cupped your face gently, his fingers brushing into your hair as if he were binding himself to you. You melted into him, your lips moving in sync, slow and warm, until you finally pulled back.

Your foreheads rested together, and you smiled, voice barely above a whisper. “Well, maybe snow’s not so bad after all.”

Ben smiled too, his voice soft but laced with that playful edge you adored. “Don’t get used to it. I’m still a Florida boy at heart.”

You giggled, brushing his curls off his forehead. “You handled the ice just fine.”

“Barely,” he muttered, but his grin widened as he leaned in for one more kiss.

For the first time all day, the snow didn’t seem so bad to him. Not when he had you to come back to.

#Azzie's Advent Calendar #azzie asks #ben shelton #ben shelton x reader #benshelton #atp tennis

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casspurrjoybell-31 · 2 years ago

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The Consort- Chapter 24 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Finn

Isolation nips at my shoulders, chilling me to the bone as my footsteps lightly tread across the ground.

No noise, I remind myself. No noise.

The dead blades sink heavily beneath my feet, pulling against the soles of my shoes with the strength of molasses.

I glance around the perimeter, listening intently to every sound that slaps against my eardrums.

A few stray crickets sing softly.

Over the past few nights, their songs have given me an inkling of comfort.

Now though, that sense of comfort is morphing into anxiety.

What if someone hears their whimsical sounds and decides to take a walk outside?

I continue my path forward.

I've been over this route with Kelly many times and yet it feels like the first.

Each footstep is daunting.

My muscles ache and every second that passes is both filled with relief and the dread of anticipation.

My ear piece crackles to life.

"Finn, can you hear me? Give me a thumbs up if you can hear me, please," Kelly's familiar voice whispers against my ear.

Despite my fury and disappointment, I know that trying to save Fiona on my own would be dangerous.

And disastrous.

Even if I can't stand the two of them right now, I still need their help in saving her.

I lift my hand up, jutting my thumb into the air without slowing my pace.

"Good. We've searched the perimeter of the house. Guards will be changing over in about ten minutes. I think you should make it in time for the next changeover."

A cold, nervous sweat erupts across the palms of my hands.

In less than an hour, I could have Fiona safe beside me.

But if things don't go so well... I shudder at the alternative.

Even though I was well hidden in the tree-house the last time our paths crossed, there was no ensconcing the hurt and betrayal Leo felt knowing my escape from him was planned.

Now that some time has passed, however, I can only imagine what vile agendas Mark has twisted into his mind.

He probably views me as an enemy.

Maybe I am.

I slink behind a row of tall fir trees.

So many of their needles have already fallen to the ground, serving as a blanket to the grass as nature awaits the first snow.

My nerves begin to get the better of me and I stop to gather my bearings.

Deep breath in.

Deep breath out.

The earpiece buzzes to life again.

"Finn, I lost visual contact when you went behind the trees. You should be in the clearing now. Is everything alright?"

Every breath is harder to let out than the last.

I start trembling.

I am so close to them, so close I can even hear their faint, human voices drifting from the home.

I clamp my hand over my mouth and press the button on the ear piece.

"I'm alright," I whisper. "Just... trying to catch my breath."

Kelly's response is instantaneous.

"Take your time, Finn. You can even wait until the next guard changes over if that would be easier for you. Brayden and I have been keeping a look out for anything different tonight. We both think you're in the clear. They don't know a thing."

I squeeze my eyes shut and nod.

My brain takes me back to huddling with them around Kelly's makeshift map in that small, musty smelling room.

As pathetic as it sounds, being around them is becoming my happy place.

My safe place... my calm place.

One hour, I remind myself.

One hour and I'll be with them again.

With a deep breath I pry my eyes open and keep walking.

I reach out and touch the fir trees as I round into the clearing, their needles pricking the pads of my fingertips.

I'm only a house away now.

Somewhere inside there is laughter, and I recognize the sinister sound belonging to Mark.

As glad as I am that he's not guarding the door right now, I worry that he'll be the one taking over for the next shift.

"Crouch down and walk along the side of the house, Finn," Kelly instructs.

"They'll be changing over in two minutes."

I nod stiffly and press my back against the frayed paint of the house.

Each step is more careful than the last, Kelly's instructions replaying in my mind.

Stay hidden and stay quiet.

The shadows envelop me as I inch my way closer.

The light of a worn street lamp flickers hesitantly above the desolate street casting soft spurts of light in the small space separating me from the back entrance of the house.

I crouch down and ready myself to sprint across the lawn.

It'll be on Kelly's cue.

My muscles twitch with adrenaline.

"They're changing over now, Finn. Run."

The command is nothing more than a whisper of wind and I launch forward, sprinting across the lawn.

My strides are long, and my feet are light and agile despite my trepidation.

By the time I reach the door, my heart is thrumming against my ear drums.

I quickly glance around my shoulders, anxiously making sure that no one is following me.

I slide my fingers around the door handle and tug.

The hinges of the heavy door creaks open with a wheezing cry.

The noise seems to echo and attacks the protective silence around me.

With trembling hands, I manage to get it open enough for me to slip inside.

The familiar, musty smell replaces the cool chill of the night.

"I don't think they heard the door," Kelly whispers.

"Remember, Finn. Third door on the left."

I slink down the hallway, sticking as close to the wall as possible.

The silence in here is terrifying.

It's like the house is holding its breath, just waiting for something to go wrong.

I pass the first door.

Then the second.

The third door comes into view.

Crude words have been carved into its painted black door.

Most of them look old but a few are fairly recent, the carvings still fresh against its wooden flesh.

I turn the handle and push the door open with bated breath.

I don't know what I expect to see.

A piece of me assumes it will be different from looking at it through binoculars day after day.

But it's not.

Fiona is slumped in a chair in the middle of the room.

Her shoulders twitch with every ragged breath she takes.

I stare at her, dumbfounded.

Shocked.

Then Kelly's voice kicks me back into motion.

"What are you doing, Finn? Hurry."

I race to the middle of the room, slipping my backpack off my shoulders and retrieving my knife.

Fiona pries open her swollen eyes when my fingers lightly touch against her ankles as I tree to free her of the roped restraints.

"F-finn?" she croaks.

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yjano · 2 years ago

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Who I am now?

Part 9.

Pairing: Jake x Mc.

Genre: Angst, comedy, dark romance.

Warnings: Strong language, angst scenes. 18+ content can be found.

Words: 8.6k

Author's note: This story contains mature topics and is not fully related to the duskwood game. A different parallel with different personalities. Thank you everyone for following and liking this! lly.♡

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Jake focus.

I walked into the busy nightclub, and my breath was momentarily taken away. The large club is overrun with many people drinking, smoking blunts, dancing, and singing along to the bass-heavy music playing in the background. A purple neon light fixture hangs from a metal structure above-there is no ceiling, just a silver metal structure that also acts as a walkway where people can walk on and lean over the rails haphazardly. The floors and walls were shiny white surfaces that illuminated a neon glow due to the set lighting.

On the way here, I thought about Mc's claustrophobia for a second. Would she be able to breathe with all these drunk people pressing into her side? Would she be crushed by the people dancing around her, them grinding her into the dance floor? Would Lex be able to take care of Mc if she experienced a panic attack?

But I was surprised by the airy space surrounding the partying drunks. It was easy to walk through the crowd and there was probably enough space for Mc to breathe in without feeling constricted.

"Hey baby, can I buy you a drink?" The drunk woman whispered in my ear, her hot breath uncomfortably fanned against my neck. More than just pissed off, I stopped walking, stiffening and turning my head to face the woman with narrowed eyes.

"Get off me before I ended spreading your cheating self on the internet." I threatened darkly, and the woman's grin visibly froze upon seeing the anger etched on my face. She nodded slowly, backing away from me.

I'm so gonna kill Lex tonight. I surveyed the crowd of men and women around me, looking for the familiar faces of Lex and Mc. No matter how much food she feeds me, she's so gonna get it today for getting Mc here. I growled internally, pacing around the bar, and peering at the faces surrounding me.

I almost walked right past Lex but the brief giggle that was just about to meet my ears stopped me in my tracks. Recognizing that laugh, I looked over my shoulder, noticing her flirtatiously laughing with one of the guys. Mc was nowhere near Lex.

I locked my jaw in irritation, storming toward the bar where Lex was laughing giddily, and placing a firm hand on the table. I faced her, showing her my irritation.

"Hey, I was having fun!" She whined, trying to talk with that guy. But I just ignored her, glaring right into her eyes.

"She was talking to me man, chill." The guy jokingly protested Lex, making my already boiling blood boil more.

"Get out."

"What?"

"You heard me." I gritted, boring holes into his face. "Get the fuck out," I uttered the last words making the guy take his drink and walk away. I turned back to face Lex who was glaring up at me.

"What the hell, Jake? I was having fun." She complained, looking at me annoyed.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" I questioned blankly, holding up four fingers. She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms.

"Four fingers. I'm not that drunk." She muttered, picking up her drink and giving me a look. "You should worry about Mc, she was full-on drunk once she finished her three drinks." She laughed, sipping her drink whilst humming pleasantly.

"Oh? Speaking of Mc." I gritted my teeth. "Where the fuck is she? If she's been taken by someone, I will forget that you're my friend and-" I growled, tearing the glass out of her grasp so she could focus on my words.

"You worry too much. Look, she is right here, drinking with me." She smiled lazily, lifting a hand in the air to show the crumpled sleeve of someone's leather jacket in her hand, the owner of the jacket, however, was nowhere in sight.

"I kept holding her hand in case she tried to run away." She giggled, looking at me and tapping the side of her head with a finger. "Smart move yeah?"

"Whose hands are you holding?" I asked stiffly.

"Mc's hand, of course, look yourself." She hummed, looking to her side to see an empty bar stool. Lex's once proud facial expression dropped. "What the hell-"

"It's time to go home." I sighed, trying not to let my anger out just yet. "Hail a cab and go home. I will see you there later." I ordered with finality. Without a word, she nodded and gathered Mc's jacket in her hands.

"See you back home," Lex murmured, turning on her heels to walk away. I nodded and turned away, walking toward the dance floor where I prayed Mc was because if not. Ah fuck- Mc you better come out of where you're hiding. I mentally threatened her inside. Stepping on the slightly sticky dance floor.

Mc focus.

I had no idea how to entertain myself in a nightclub but thankfully Lex was there. She guided me and led me to the bar stool. Lex ordered cocktails while holding my jacket sleeve in case I tried to 'disappear'. Soon after a few cocktails, I felt tipsy or maybe drunk already.

We were dancing together, moving from side to side. Tangling each other's limbs and laughing loudly as we sometimes stepped on each other's feet. Suddenly Lex made me walk back to the bar because her feet started to hurt. Whining I had followed her midway before coming up with the idea of slipping out of my jacket.

Quietly giggling I slipped out of my jacket and watched Lex unknowingly walk off without me. Happily laughing I turned around, jumping along with the catchy rap song playing.

Perhaps half an hour later, I was completely sweaty and dizzy from trying to pull off all the moves I'd been doing in the past thirty minutes. Breathless and smiling hard I was ready to go back to Lex and apologize for my disappearance and maybe ask for one more cocktail.

I was about to walk towards her but someone appeared out of nowhere in front of me, causing me to slam my forehead into the person's chest. I staggeringly took a step back to inspect the person blocking my pathway. It was a greasy-looking man in his early thirties. He was shirtless and accessorized with thick gold chains around his neck. Typical thug.

He was looking angry, his thick eyebrows were tugged together in anger and his stained lips were pulled into a nasty sneer.

"Watch where you're going." He hissed, towering over me. Probably to show his dominance. Hell, I could step on him and run right now.

"Sorry, mister." I apologized slowly stopping midway. Why the hell am I saying sorry? Why doesn't this guy apologize?

"Excuse me?" I frowned, disapproving of the way the man spoke to me in the first place.

"You heard me." He grunted, rolling his eyes at me.

"No." I shook my head. "You watch where you're going loser!" I yelled over the music, pointing a finger at his chest.

"What did you say?" He growled, closing the space between himself and me. I wasn't fazed by his moves at all.

"You came in front of me. I was just walking, but you came bounding out of nowhere and you didn't even apologize-" I explained, trying to stand straight. The world was blurring in my vision. Oh god, I feel like passing out.

"Hey who do you think you are?" He cocked his head, eyeing me with arrogance.

"I am Mc. The soon-to-be detective!"

The guy just laughed, grabbing me by the shoulders and surprising me with the suddenness of his moves. The man leaned into my face, snarling.

"Listen up, you little arrogant bitch. Say sorry right now, and I'll let you walk away-"

Fuck, fuck. Now's the time to be the better person to apologize, Mc. Don't let him get inside you hea-

"What if I don't?" I suddenly questioned, smiling at him sarcastically.

"I'll make you say sorry then." He spat out the words. Making me realize my stupid mistake. He's not chill like Jace what the hell I am doing? Now I'm gonna get killed by this gangster dude. Damn look at that girl's drink. I wouldn't mind getting it too.

"Ah- Lex where are you?" I whined throwing my head back, not liking how close I was to his round face.

"Lex is not here. Say sorry you little shit." The man started shaking me. I tried to apologize, realizing that the possible outcome of this situation would most likely be me getting beaten up. "Okay, okay. I'm sorr-"

"Sorry to interrupt but is everything okay here?" Someone drawled out, making me and an old hag look to our side where an unimpressed Jace was standing. His hands were shoved in his black leather jacket pockets and his eyes lidded in what looked like boredom. He blatantly disregarded the way hag's hands were tightly gripping my shoulders instead, he studied my appearance.

"Are you wearing Lex's clothes?" Jace commented dragging his eyes down my body. "They look nice on you."

"JD!" I smiled widely, struggling to get out of the death grip placed on my shoulders. The hag snorted, staring at Jace.

"The hell are you doing here? Fuck off, this ain't about you. It's between me and her." He spat out, harshly throwing me to the ground with a push to empathize with the word 'her'.

Jake focus.

I sighed before moving in front of Mc. She was out of this world for sure. Just the way her eyes lingered on every moving subject with awe said it all.

"Yeah, but you see she's my girlfriend so if you wanna fight with her. You're gonna have to deal with me first." I yawned, too tired to deal with this shit. I just wanted to go to sleep. Not to fucking fight or stand in crowded loud nightclubs, listening to trashy raps.

"Come on! JD! JD! JD!" Mc chanted, pumping her fist defiantly in the air. Her cheering seemed to attract the attention of a few nearby clubbers and they jokingly joined in.

"Show him your muscles, greek god!" Mc encouraged, clamping a hand on my shoulder and determinedly glaring at the gangster standing in front of us, looking very amused. I shoot her a warning look but Mc was completely unaffected, wildly cheering on despite the look on my face.

"What the fuck is this skeleton gonna do to me?" The man narrowed his eyes, now searching for my physique with raised eyebrows.

"Mc-" I gritted my teeth, looking over my shoulder at a red-faced Mc who was yelling mercilessly beside my goddamn ear.

She's so fucking drunk. So goddamn drunk. I'm gonna kill Lex.

"What the fuck-" My nose scrunched with embarrassment at her cheering.

"JD, I'm on your side, let me know if you need backup!"

I mentally facepalmed inside. What type of backup are you gonna give me? The only backup you're giving me is cheering my ear off. I sighed again, rolling my eyes, and turning around to face the angered man standing in front of me.

"Hey, I'm sorry about my girl, she's drunk and out of the senses. Can you just let her off this one time?"

"Hey!" Mc frowned at my words, nudging my back gently. Fuck.

"No way, I wanna see your muscles now. Come on skeleton boy, show me your moves." The man hissed, bulky body standing firmly in front of me.

Calm. Jake. Just stay calm.

"I'm in a shit mood, I don't wanna fight and worsen it so can we just be smart men and-"

"What are you? A fucking pussy? I said show me your moves." The man spat, shoving me backward hard. I stumbled back a little at the impact of his shove. My already dark mood darkened just a bit more.

Contain your anger. There is absolutely no need to fight him, be a sensible man and-

Fuck it, let me show him my godamn move if he insisted. With that last thought in mind, I swung a clenched fist back and brought it forth, hitting the man's nose directly onward. I managed to hear a quiet crunch and grinned at him satisfied. The man howled in pain, covering his bloodied and most likely broken nose with his hairy hands.

"Oh wow-"

I looked over my shoulder to see Mc standing stock still with mouth wide open, and eyes focused on the kneeling man who cried out in pain. Upon feeling my gaze on her, she tore her eyes away from the man and made eye contact with me. Her mouth broke into a huge smile, her eyes crinkled in joy as she wrapped an arm around my shoulder. Surprising the hell out of me.

"That's my man!"

I sighed, I will never let her drink again for sure.

"Fuck! What are you standing there for? Do something!" The man pathetically yelled at his few friends who watched me with glazed eyes. The man who had joined in the laughter aimed at Mc earlier, stepped closer to me whilst sliding a bony hand into his jacket pocket. When he retracted his hand, a glinting pocket knife shines a neon hue under the fluorescent lighting. I felt Mc's hand on my shoulder disappear.

"Better wipe that smile off your face, because-"

I didn't wait to listen to the man's words instead, I lifted a sneaker-clad foot into the air and harshly jammed the hard soles of my shoes against the man's ribcage, making him topple over backward from the impact. The tiny pocket knife fell out of the man's grip and landed on the slightly sticky dance floor, disappearing behind many people's dancing feet.

Almost immediately, I took Mc by the hand and tugged her through the crowd, the grip on her wrist was tightening with every second.

"Ow!" I swiftly looked over my shoulder to see Mc was caught by one of the hag's men. A well-built man shoved Mc's head into the crook of his arm, forcing the girl's throat against the crook of his inner elbow. I wasted no time in advancing on the man, however before I could punch the fuck out of the guy strangling Mc. Sharp fingernails dug into my shoulders, yanking me backward into someone's chest. I gritted my teeth together in irritation, wildly swinging a punch into the air. It was a successful shot, I managed to connect my fist with someone's jaw. I jerked away from the hands holding me back to see a man cupping his jaw, face scrunched up in pain and howling loudly over the thump of music.

I threw a punch again but my fist got caught by the howling man's hand. The man yanked my arm behind, pulling hard as if he was planning on snapping the tendons in my arm. Despite the pressure and pain building in my shoulder joint. I searched for the gun shoved securely behind the waistband of my jeans.

'Getting a gun out in a club is a stupid stupid idea.'

A tinny voice in the back of my head called out. But my built-up rage violently quashed the voice. I slowly lowered the glinting gun to my side, pointing the mouth of the gun toward the guy's foot.

I shouldn't open fire in a nightclub full of people. I shouldn't shoot at anyone. I was supposed to grab Mc and leave but my stupid temper complicated things and I was fucking pissed. So without further thought, I allowed my anger to consume me and pulled back the gun's trigger, firing a clean shot into the man's boot.

He collapsed to the ground, screeching with pain and alerting the dancing people nearby of his state. A group of men having a party spotted the distressed and injured man lying on the floor and screamed at the blood trickling around their footwear. They stumbled away with fear in their eyes, noticing me and the gun in my hand. The guys yelped when I returned the gaze, turning around to violently push past people so they could reach the exit.

I dragged my eyes upward from my fainted victim and latched my eyes onto Mc who was now kneeling by the floor, coughing manically. The man who had her in the chokehold must've witnessed the scene and ran away before he could get hurt too.

I was feeling very unplayful and un-chill. I rushed to Mc and hoisted her up by grabbing Mc's upper arm. I didn't allow her to regain her breathing. It'd slow us down and get us in trouble. Even if they're drunk, people will take notice of the blood seeping onto the dance floor in minutes, perhaps seconds.

Quickly tucking my gun away in the waistband of my black jeans, I guided Mc towards the entrance where an unsuspecting bouncer nodded at us, pushing the door I exited the building alongside Mc and took a right, briskly walking into a side road and moving as far away as possible from the soon-to-be crime scene. I wasn't supposed to do that. Fuck!

Mc focus.

The cool night air is pleasant against my skin, it relieved the heat that clung to me. Jace marched me down several side streets and now sobering up I rubbed my bleary eyes and looked at him. He did not look like he wanted to speak. His jaw was clenched, making the bone prominent, and his eyes were set on the empty street. His dark brows were furrowed and the bruising grip on my wrist was painfully tight.

"Hey, JD." I hissed but he didn't even glance at me. "My wrist is hurting, let go."

Suddenly Jace slammed a hand in front of my chest, pushing me roughly against the brick wall of someone's coffee shop. I yelped when coarse brick pressed against my head and... When Jace pressed against my front face, undeniably close to me. He harshly slipped his thigh between my legs, keeping me in place. His hand that was holding my wrist was yanked into the air above my head and slapped against the wall.

Jace pulled his face closer to me, making me gulp down my saliva and look away from his glaring eyes. I stared down at the ground, nibbling on my lip hard.

"You shouldn't have left Lex's side, fuck. You weren't even supposed to be in a fucking nightclub!" He snarled loudly, "Who the fuck said you can go and create fights with fucking thugs? They're stronger and bigger than you. What do you think would have happened if I hadn't come?" Jace hissed lowly, his breath was fanning over my lips, making me feel nervous inside.

"I don't know," I whispered, looking down. Tears started to well up in my eyes, and salty tears threatened to spill out of the confines of my eyelids. I didn't want to cry, so I closed my eyes tightly trying to calm my breath down. Without thinking I tilted my head forward and placed my forehead on his shoulder gently, whilst hoping for the tears to stop welling in my eyes.

Jace stayed quiet for a while so I sat down on the ground with my head lolling forwards slightly. I saw him sit up too with his legs outstretched and hands resting between his legs, busily fumbling with his fingers as he was staring out into the distance.

He suddenly coughed breaking the silence. "We should probably go." He said casually, rummaging around his pockets for his phone.

"Did you have fun at least?" He asked, his phone screen lit up, showing the numbers displayed. It was way past midnight.

"It was fun yeah, we danced a lot," I mumbled lazily, letting my eyelids droop close and drawing my dress over to keep myself warm a little.

"It would have been more fun if you were there with me," I whispered, letting my head fall onto Jace's shoulder. I felt him tensing up so I reached out my hand with eyes still closed, to poke at his arm.

"No tense. relax." I smiled sleepily. "Don't leave me again." I yawned, opening my eyes slowly to look at him for a short a while before closing my eyes again.

"You remind me of someone and I only feel safe with you, so don't leave me again. Let's just stick together."

He stayed quiet for a while but finally, he got up, making me stand up gently.

"Alright, Mc. We stick together."

Jake focus.

Lex's apartment was only a seven-minutes walk. Seven-minute walk where a sleepy Mc clung to me like a koala, taking the phrase "stick together" quite literally. But my hell is finally over when I managed to push her up the stairs leading to Lex's apartment door. We climbed up the stairs and I fumbled for a second, looking for my set of keys before slotting the correct one in.

The door unlocked to reveal a dark apartment, the curtains were closed, dimming the streetlamp's light streaming in from the window. I had to drag a tired and slurring Mc to the guest bedroom whilst fighting my way through the thick cables and wires pooling at my feet. I nudged the door open carefully with the tip of my shoe. I wandered in with a mumbling Mc and halfheartedly seated the girl on the edge of the bed.

"Mc, take your heels off," I murmured, shaking her shoulder to wake her up. Mc sat up for a second, yawning, and then promptly she fell backward, splaying out on the bed and rubbing her eyes. I didn't bother to put up a fight with her, so I kneeled to match the height of Mc's legs. I rolled my eyes when Mc daintily lifted a low top-heel foot into the air for me to take it off. Gritting my teeth together I placed the sole of her shoe onto my thigh and started to take them off.

Once I took off her heels, Mc curled into a ball, gradually slowing her breathing and eventually drifting off to a deep slumber. I stood over there next to her for a second, softening my look at her peaceful face, and turned around. Walking out of the room and into the main room where dim yellow light was now filtering into the room.

Mc focus.

I stirred in my sleep for a second, hearing heavy footsteps creak against the floorboards, making me lift my eyes to see the back of Jace walking out of the room and into another. Leaving the door open whilst doing so.

I lazily watched him through the gap in the door, noticing him standing in the middle of the room for a second, then turning his head to look at someone approaching him. It was a small blurry figure who padded toward Jace, stopping just in front of him.

I blinked my eyes quickly to focus my vision on the blurry figure. I quickly recognize the person. It was Lex. I spotted Lex standing on her tiptoe, wearing nothing but an oversized long-sleeved top. She reached up to cup Jace's cheeks with her hands.

They exchange a few hushed words before Lex closed her eyes, leaning forward to press her lips against Jace's own. Lex pulled away after a few tense seconds and they both talked softly whilst standing close to one another. Her hands were still cupping his face, making him look directly at her as they spoke in low volumes.

My visions blurred and it didn't last long when my eyes closed. Pulling me into darkness.

The next morning, I woke up with head pain. The pain throbbed throughout my entire head, and punched the backs of my eyes. I sat up in bed slowly, aware of the pounding in my head and the emptiness of my stomach. My throat was dry and my limbs were sticky with sweat.

I blinked for a few seconds, focusing on my bearings. I recognized the room as the one Jace had dragged me into last night to let me sleep. Recognizing the room in which I was sleeping seemed to have triggered a set of fresh memories to flood into my head. My mind struggled to process the flood of last night's memories. Everything was clear yet so blurry. I saw scenes but I don't remember what happened to cause those particular scenes.

I plopped back onto the bed and frowned, furrowing my brows at last night's still images of a fight taking place and dancing to shitty songs.

Lex wanted to have fun so we went out to a party. She gave a USB stick thingy to someone and then we danced and got drunk. Then I ditched her to dance and got into an argument with a thug man. He was mad at me. I remember Jace popping up and trying to stop the fight. He punched the guy and I was cheering him on. Then we tried to run away after that but other people stopped us...Something happened and they ran away, scared. I don't remember what happened though.

Jace dragged me out and he was really angry. Did I rest my head... on Jace's shoulder? What the hell, Mc?

I remember we sat there silently and I ended up making promises to him. What was the promise again? The last words of last night floated into my mind.

"Alright, Mc. We stick together."

No. No. Hell to fucking no.

"Aw, she's awake!" Lex suddenly barged into my room cheerfully and flashed me a bright smile. She was holding a plate of omelet and apple juice. She set the food on the bedside table, turning her gaze to me.

"Ah, I forgot to do shopping this week so today I made you something simple!" Lex chuckled, slightly awkwardly.

"Don't worry." I shook my head, frowning at my croaked voice and sore throat. "I like an omelet."

"What happened to your voice?"

"She was put in a chokehold yesterday." Someone from behind answered Lex. I turned around to recognize someone as Jace who was standing in the doorway shirtless, he crossed his arms rising an eyebrow at me.

"Chokehold?" Lex mumbled to herself before nodding. "Oh, yeah. You told me about last night." She hummed, her eyes suddenly narrowed. "Speaking of last night, why the hell did you ditch me?" Lex asked, picking up one of the bed's cushions and playfully whacking me over the head with it.

I laughed, weakly lifting my arms to protect myself from Lex's hits whilst apologizing quietly. "I'm sorry!"

"I forgive you only because I need someone to talk to other than the red eye. He tends to get a little boring sometimes."

"Fuck off, Lex."

"I love you too. Now-" Lex breakoff, looking to Jace. "Goddamn, wear a shirt."

"I tend not to." Jace shrugged, the muscles in his shoulders flexed as he shrugged them. I looked away quickly.

"Wear. A. Shirt!"

Whilst they bickered. I remembered something else about last night. It was a fuzzy memory but I remembered something about Lex and Jace...kissing?

I recollected faded images of Lex reaching up to peck Jace on the lips, doing the little action directly outside my room. Holding my breath in at the recollection of their moment. I looked up to look at both of them.

Are they in a relationship?

I felt something inside of me crack. It was something small inside of me. Something so small and irrelevant that I almost dismissed the feeling as nothing. But I felt it. I wished I hadn't.

I took the juice and gulped down the waves of disappointment felt deep inside my chest. Are you seriously back on the idea of liking Jace? That's so stupid, Mc. He's your kidnapper, you shouldn't feel anything at all for him except strong dislike and disgust.

But how I was supposed to hate him when he keep doing all these nice things for me?

And so what if Lex and Jace are together?

'You like him, Mc.' A tiny voice retorted inside my head. 'And you're hurt by the idea of then being a couple.'

I didn't deny it, instead, I shoved the omelet inside my mouth and kept my thoughts with hurt feelings to myself.

I didn't know if any more kisses were exchanged or if anything more was shared between them. But when I went into Lex's bathroom to brush my teeth and shower. The idea of Lex and Jace doing 'couple' things behind the bathroom door makes my feelings go numb. I was upset but it's nothing that immensely affected me.

I don't have anything with Jace. My attraction towards him isn't a big thing. Just I was missing Jake and this idiot right there reminded me of Jake. I had thought of any possibilities if Jace was Jake. But why would he lie? Why would he use the hard ways to be with me? Why would he hide his identity?

But I could never feel romantically involved with the kidnapper, so why I am starting to feel like this with Jace when I am down to earth for Jake? Could he be Jake who is scared to reveal himself to me?

Jake focus.

Mc was being weirdly silent. I observed her listening quietly to Lex who complained about the viruses blocking up her computers. A freshly showered Mc was sitting hunched up on the couch, watching Lex working at her computers, hacking god knows how many files.

Eh.

She's probably resting her throat, I nodded to myself and looked away from her at the window beside me. I was sitting on the kitchen bar stool, by the window. It was early in the morning. Probably the best time to leave Lex's apartment and get back on track. The track to get over her meanwhile making her hate the perfect image she created inside her about me.

"Mc, grab your shit. We're leaving soon." I ordered with an eyebrow. She looked up confused but followed my instructions and padded into the bedroom she slept in last night.

"Why are you leaving so soon? Jake, you don't contact me for months and then you appear out of fucking nowhere. Stay here for a couple of days at least before leaving, I've grown a liking to her too. Your plan fucking sucks." She whispered in a hushed tone, irritated. I sighed, feeling a bit of guilt building inside me.

"Lex, as soon as I'll be done with Mc. I will call you and we can go down to the beach alright?" I smiled at her kindly. "And about Mc. She's not made for our world. So it's best if I let her go with the worst image of me." I mumbled noticing Mc wandering back into the room with a plastic bag in her hand.

I took this as my cue and walked toward the hallway where I had dumped my backpack. I slipped into my boots, looking to Lex. "Goodbye Lex. Call me if you need anything." I smiled at her, wearing my black cap on my head.

"A day on the beach, remember," Lex confirmed, smiling tiredly at me before turning her head to look at Mc sadly.

"Bye, Mc. It's been fun while it lasted," She murmured, sighing softly. "Take care."

I sighed walking out of the door, I heard Mc saying bye and soon her footsteps followed me in a rush.

Mc focus.

As usual Jace made his way through the pedestrians that shared the sidewalk with him, his hand was, of course, wrapped around my wrist which he tugged at when I failed to keep up with his fast march.

I trailed after Jace blankly as we moved further and further down toward the area where he had parked the motorcycle yesterday afternoon.

Sighing and lifting a hand to my furrowed eyebrows, I shielded my tired eyes. The sun was way too bright for my eyes and my hangovers didn't make it easy either. Never drink again.

I groaned internally when Jace tugged hard on my wrist, almost dislocating my hand from my arm.

"Hey?" Jace called over his shoulder, sending a sharp look at exhausted me. "Hurry up."

I didn't want to make him mad, so lazily stumbling I tried to catch up with Jace's side. We walked together, no more likely he marched towards to when I was stumbling with my bruised feet. He suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence between us.

"Okay. What the fuck is up with you?"

I looked at his side to see him intensely staring at me as we walked down the bustling pavement.

"What do you mean?" I murmured, quickly looking away before I could, I don't know. Melt under his hard gaze perhaps?

"I said-" Jace started but stopped abruptly when something in front of him caught his attention. "What the fuck has happened to the motorcycle?" He asked with teeth gritted together, staring ahead.

I lifted my head to see the motorcycle which should've been in perfect condition and standing parked by the side of the road, was now lying across the asphalt road, metal parts strewn all over the concrete and paintwork dented and scratched up by something. My mouth dropped open, intaking the destroyed motorcycle lying just two meters away from us.

What the hell happened?

Jake focus.

I was not worried about the motorcycle's condition but I was slightly worried about the recognizable men that were standing by the now shattered motorcycle, casually swinging their baseball bats. The people of Duskwood didn't even seem fazed by their swinging baseball bats. Many pedestrians warily glanced at them but ignored them afterward, quickly walking away from the thugs.

All of them were looking down at the battered motorcycle, shit-eating grins etched on their faces as they admired their handwork. I recognized them, they were men from last night who had attacked me and Mc. But now it seemed like they have multiplied overnight. Becoming a group of a maximum of ten and not just five.

You've gotta be kidding me.

The one's nose I had broken was also there with his ugly bruised nose fixed up by a measly plaster that does nothing to help the injury. Just looking at the aggravating man, the ring leader of the group, makes my hands unwillingly curl up into fists again.

No, Jake.

You're not meant to engage in any fights. Last night was an exception but now, what you need to do is get moving and take Mc to a safe place.

No fighting.

Just then, Mc seemed to recognize the man as well. She gasped quietly, turning her head to face me.

"JD, aren't they the ones from last-?"

"Yeah." I breathed, cutting off her."Fuck yeah, they've tracked us down. I don't know how the hell they did that, but they did." I quietly murmured, speaking more to myself than her.

How the hell did these outdated gangsters find us in this city? I rolled my eyes back, irritated at the situation at hand.

"We have to go," I ordered quietly, pulling Mc's body close to my side and forcefully turning her around, I pushed her in the opposite direction we were supposed to walk. Because if we will try to pass by them, they will spot us in seconds and I don't want to have an encounter with these baseball bat-wielding thugs.

Despise wishes, the men noticed us with their beady eyes when I was pushing Mc to indicate her to walk. But she didn't even look where she was going and accidentally stumbled upon an elderly senior foot with her borrowed boots from Lex. The senior shrieked in pain.

"Fucking move, Mc. Move."

Due to the senior loud shrieking, the thugs crane their flabby necks to look at the sea of faces on the sidewalk where dozens of people walked. I looked over my shoulder for a split second. Bad mistake, Jake.

Fucking hell, you fucking idiot! Why'd you turned your head for?

My eyes immediately caught the attention of the man I'd wanted to dodge. Broken fucking nose narrowed his eyes in realization and scowled at my face before swiftly turning to face his men, barking a series of orders and pointing an accusatory finger in my direction. The group of ten men turned their necks around at once and began to run toward us.

"Fucking hell. They saw us-" I cursed, barging past the angered senior, and dragging Mc down the road, I ran past several pedestrians. Mc got the memo and surprisingly ran to catch up with my speed.

My eyes darted in all directions as we were running down the stretch of a sidewalk. To my right was a wide road where cars and trucks were stuck in traffic, and on my left was a fucking brick wall, and behind me, right on our tails, was a ten-member gang running to catch us.

Wherever we would go, people was surrounding us. Which is 50% good, and 50% not so good. Lots of people mean good coverage, we can use it to our advantage by hiding in and out. But it's not so good what with the number of people we're possibly endangering by getting pushed and exposed to the thugs.

Not wanting to cause an accident on this busy sidewalk, I quickly stepped onto the road and dashed in and out of cars stuck in traffic. I ignored the beep of horns and yells of drivers, jumping over bonnets and running past side mirrors, nearly knocking them off the cars. I looked over my shoulder to see Mc following me close by, simply running with all her might and not doing the extreme athletic jumping and dodging as I do.

I turned around, dodging a cyclist before climbing onto the opposite sidewalk which it's less busy with people. I hurtled down the sidewalk, tugging Mc along with me. Rounding the corner, I looked over my shoulder for a split second to see the thugs dodging in and out of the traffic, manically denting cars and smashing windows, making their war toward us.

Crazy fuckers.

Now's the chance to lose them whilst they're stuck in traffic. Panting hard, I quickly rounded the corner, slowing down into a jog as we assessed the new street. It was as crowded as the last, maybe even more. But there was something additional about this street. They had an old car park, a three-storey car park for a shopping mall nearby. It was the perfect hiding place. The inside was darkened to the max, the only source of light was the orange glow of the exit and entrance signs and the vague sunlight streaming through the gaps in the crumbling walls.

I speed up without alerting Mc, making her gasp at the sudden speed. I ignored her weak whines and forced her to run toward the car park where all types of cars were lined up. My backpack whacked me repeatedly and my heart was pounding against my ribcage, threatening to burst and split my chest into two if I will keep up with the intense running. Mc was in a similar condition but can't stop.

We ran to the entrance of the parking lot and ducked under the blocking pole that allowed cars to enter the parking lot. There was several shouts behind our back as we were running into the dark car park but both of us ignored them.

I have to keep her safe. At any cost.

Mc focus.

We ducked behind a brick wall for a few seconds, trying to regain a normal breathing rate.

"I'm exhausted." I choked out, feeling my chest rising and falling rapidly. I let my body slide to the ground pathetically. I felt Jace's hand massaging my shoulder as I was panting for more air to fill in my burning lungs.

"Come on, Mc." He urged breathlessly.

"I can't anymore." I breathed deeply, shaking my head. "My lungs are burning." I pant out tiredly, gazing at his...worried expression?

"Mc, we can relax as soon as we lose these guys but we're not gonna lose them if we're going to sit here." Jace panted, but his words seemed to not follow his body because he struggled to stand still himself. I pushed his enclosed hand away from my wrist weakly.

"I can't run anymore," I whispered, closing my eyes.

"Mc, I'm not gonna." Jace tiredly hoisted me up to his feet. "Get killed just because you can't handle a little more running." He gritted out, marching me down the pretty much desolate car park.

I groaned but staggered after him, following close by as we ducked behind cars and were running across open spaces with our hearts racing, fearing being seen by the thugs. After ducking behind another row of cars, I held my ground, refusing to follow his orders anymore.

"JD there's no one here. Can we just rest for a second?" I hissed, feeling sweat roll down my neck and my back. "please." I begged.

"Mc, we're-" Jace stopped speaking abruptly when he saw something behind me. Before I could react, he placed both hands on my chest and harshly pushed me to the hard ground. I fell backward onto the rough gravel, hissing in pain as my head collided with the ground. I looked up, angered by his sudden actions, wanting to yell at him for being such a fucking dickhead.

Only to stop myself and words when I saw Jace hunched over a little, blood oozing out of a wound on his forehead. Thin crimson tendrils trickle down the side of Jace's face, coming to a stop by his clenched jaw.

"JD?" I whispered, seeing him straighten his body and glare at something behind me with a careful hand pressed against his wound. Following his gaze, I turned my head quickly to see the thug from last night. The same one I pissed off yesterday. The same one Jace had injured the face of with a heavy punch to the nose.

The lone thug was holding a baseball bat of his own, swinging the now blood-stained wooden bat maliciously in his hand whilst donning a smirk on his ridiculously ugly features. My heartbeat stilled for a second.

Did Jace push me down so he'd get hit instead of me?

I caught sight of the bloodied bat, gulping at the red- Oh my god, Jace. I quickly scrambled to get up and practically crawled to get to Jace's injured side, clasping a hand around his forearm. "JD," I repeated softly but Jace didn't reply.

"Knew you will come in here." The man chuckled sarcastically. "My prediction is good." The man beamed, proud of himself.

The proud smile on the thug's face was soon overtaken by a dark sneer. Thug inspected the wet blood smeared on his bat before looking at Jace with eyebrows raised.

"Surprised you're not unconscious, skeleton." He mused. "Should I hit you again?" He questioned rhetorically, chortling and lifting the bat into the air.

"Which one do I hit? Skeleton or little arrogant bitch here?" Thug asked himself innocently. The man looked over at me trembling silently beside Jace.

"You annoyed me first so I'll hit you first." He decided, pointing the tip of the bat at me. Jace immediately reacted and pushed me behind him with a protective stance on.

I probably shouldn't have in this situation but I felt my heart skip a beat at the small action.

But I also felt that Jace's little action made him unable to stay standing up any longer and he was about to lose consciousness due to the open wound.

"Cute." Thug whistled before locking his eyes with Jace. "Then how about you? You have gotten all quiet. Last night, you had so much to say, same with you too, pretty but arrogant little bitch." He sneered mockingly, twirling his bat around to prove his words.

It was silent for two seconds before Jace quietly voiced out. "All bark but no bite."

"What did you say?" Thug growled immediately, he moved closer toward me and Jace with a firm grip on his bat.

"Hey, you hag." Jace started, smiling lazily despite the blood covering a third of his face. "I'm holding a gun." He mused, lifting his gun into the air and pointing the gun at the thug's chest. Thug stopped in his tracks, surprised at the sudden appearance of the weapon in Jace's hand.

Jace cocked his head. "How are you gonna bark now?" Jace questioned mockingly, running the pad of his thumb over the trigger.

"You little shit." Thug snarled but didn't make any further movement. As if he was waiting for Jace to make his decision. Jace half smiled, bringing a slow finger to the trigger. The thug might not see that but I saw the unsteady waver in Jace's raised arm.

Please. Just do it already, before you get hurt. I pleaded mentally, looking at Jace.

Perhaps Jace had felt my unease because he pulled the trigger, allowing a loud bang to follow the small bullet, heading straight deep into the man's chest, initiating spurts of dark blood to leave the bullet wound.

"You should know how to not mess with me after last night," Jace mumbled, looking at the struggling man with disgust.

The thug's expression resembled pain. His bat clattered to the ground shortly afterward, and the thug dropped to his knees and landed on the concrete ground. The maroon blood was flowing onto the ground beneath him.

I gasped at the sight, hurriedly looking away. Unknowingly burying my face into Jace's neck. He smelt like faint cologne and mint cigarettes. It was somewhat of a comforting smell for me.

Did he kill him?

'It was either him or you.'

A familiar tiny voice in my head reasoned with me.

I got snapped out of my thoughts when Jace suddenly tilted backwards onto me. His whole weight beared down onto me. I struggled to hold up his weight so I lowered him to the ground slowly. Setting the boy on the ground and sitting by Jace's head. I ignored the bleeding guy, cupping Jace's cheeks gently.

"Jace-" I called out for him with my eyes blankly wide. "Hey, wake up. We have to go! Hey!" I begged desperately, seeing his eyes closed and mouth parted the slightest bit. "Please, don't you dare die on me!"

Panicked I started looking around, needing help but all I could see was darkness. Faint outlines of cars, and the body behind me.

What do I do?

I raked a shaky hand through my dark hair, turning back to look at Jace. "Please wake up," I begged in a soft tone, patting his cheek in an attempt to wake him up.

"Jace, please. You said we have to stick together, please don't leave me alone now." Tears started to prick my eyes as I was staring at unconscious Jace. At the incessant amount of blood dribbling down his face, feeling utterly helpless and alone without his tugging and almost dislocating my wrist to him to follow him. Out of nowhere, someone suddenly yelled.

"Boss! you called for us!" I heard stomps of many feet sounding throughout the car park, sounding only a mere distance away.

"No, please no." I whispered, covering Jace with my hands, unsure about what to do "That's his men, Jace please wake up." I pleaded quietly with tears spilling down my cheeks. I heard the heavy footsteps, the footsteps belonging to people who'll beat Jace senselessly for killing their boss.

What to do, fuck. Think hardly Mc you don't have much time.

I gripped my hair, trying to think of ideas. I dragged my eyes upward to see a black jeep parked directly in front of me, my reflection visible in the sleek metal. The gap underneath the car looks spacious enough to fit a human. I checked the car heightened wheels. I gulped at the idea forming in my head.

Oh god, this is crazy.

I pushed Jace upright, my hands grabbed his backpack, and pushed the item under the car first before slowly lowering Jace's head to the ground and moving him inch by inch towards the ten-centimeter-away jeep but it was difficult with Jace's body weight. My own body also hurt badly from dancing and drinking last night and from running as fast as I could down two streets. My unathletic arms ache in protest when I budged Jace's almost lifeless form under a godamn jeep.

Despite my weak limbs, I managed to do the task just in time. Jace was pushed to the center of the car's underside. Holding my breath and laying beneath, I heard the shouts of the thugs as they were running towards their leader, rage filled in their voices as they crowded around the body, completely unaware of my and Jace's presence underneath a car beside them.

I was laying, not moving an inch beneath the car. I looked over at my side to watch the scene whilst opening my mouth to breathe through. The thugs feet are the only thing I can identify from where I am laying on the ground but I listened to the group's sharp cries.

"Boss! What happened? Who did this to you? Boss! Wake up!" Several of the men bend down by the dead body, trying to shake the man awake.

"I bet it was that couple! I'll break their bones for what they've done to the boss." One man yelled.

"Yeah! Let's go to hunt them down!" Someone grunted, standing to his feet and walked close to the jeep. I held my breath, feeling new tears fall from my face. Hot fearful tears which sear my cheeks as they rolled down.

I'm afraid. I don't want to die and I don't want this hag to die. Shitty thug or not, he had people caring for him. I don't want to be hiding under a polluting jeep with an unconscious body beside me. I don't want to be here at this moment.

"Something's wrong!" One of them cried, and I felt even shittier, watching from the bottom of the car. "I don't feel a pulse." The man choked out, making the men grow still and quiet.

"Bullshit, he's alive. Get him up boys, he needs to see a doctor." A man ordered but his tone wavered slightly. The thugs followed his order quickly.

Placing my palm over my mouth, I suppressed my sobs. Watching the thug getting lifted from the ground, gave me a clear view of the man's blood-engorged chest. It wasn't something I wanted to see.

"I'm going to skin those bastards alive and make them pay." a man emotionlessly stated and all of them walked away from the jeep.

Even when I was sure that I'd heard the last footsteps recede. Even when it had been five minutes of silence underneath the car, I didn't move, nor I stopped muffling my cries. I just laid there beside an unconscious Jace and breathed in pungent car fumes, crying pathetically. I patted around behind me for Jace and grabbed ahold of his hand, enclosing my palm around his index finger.

I turned around to look at him with teary eyes. I noticed something unusual about his neck. Something that I've never noticed. The red eye tattoo with words written under it.

Nym-0s

...

Jake?

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years ago

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The Threshold (Part 5): Keizo Arashi x Fem!Reader

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"Five days until we arrive in Hedeby," Takeomi sings, riding his horse at a leisurely pace beside you. "I can't wait to see my family again."

You hum softly, then turn to him, still caged in on either side by Benkei's arms. "Why do you accompany the Jarl on expeditions?"

"It's for the thrill," Takeomi grins. "And for the money. We get paid pretty handsomely for these trips. I'm the third richest man in Hedeby at the moment."

"The second?"

"You'll meet him soon. Wakasa is very... unique. You'll like him more than you like me, that's for sure."

You nod, looking ahead at the road and thinking deeply about the destination ahead. Will it be any different than home? You can't help but think that maybe it will be... from what you've seen so far, things should be dissimilar.

"Why do you treat me with kindness? I'm just another mouth to feed, aren't I?" The thought is blurted out, but Takeomi shakes his head.

"You're still a person," he begins. "We all have something that limits us. Even the gods have limitations. Yours is on the outside. But ours... most of ours are on the inside." The thoughtful response is enough to silence you for the rest of the trip, but not without a slight smile on your face.

"Five days to Hedeby," you whisper to yourself as you get ready to rest. "That's not too long."

"Five days," Keizo murmurs, laying down pelts on the grass to protect you. You look over at him, and he nods, holding up his hand. "Five."

"Five," you repeat. "What is Hedeby like?" Keizo sits on the ground, crossing his legs as he tries to decipher your words. "Hedeby." You shrug and Keizo 'ahh's' before nodding.

"Hedeby..." He thinks for a moment, resting his hands on his knees, and then exits the tent. When he returns, he's brought Takeomi with him, and they both take a seat to speak. Keizo begins excitedly, motioning with his hands and speaking in short sentences. Takeomi nods, listening, then pauses to say:

"Hedeby is like the hub of life where we're from. Almost like a capital city, not unlike your own. We're on the coast, so we see many people from various lands who are not like us. It's how I learned your language," he adds, smirking. "In any case, it's a massive village with very little to worry about."

"What do you love most about it?"

"Love?" Keizo repeats back to you, blinking a few times.

"Love... Hedeby." His following words make you frown, but Takeomi quickly translates.

"Our wolves. We adopt wolves for a trade. I have two; Keizo has four." Your eyes widen, and Takeomi bursts into laughter, translating your obvious worries to Keizo. He laughs as well, holding his stomach as you try to compose yourself. "You look as if you've seen a ghost!"

"Aren't wolves dangerous?" you wonder, but Takeomi waves his hand at you.

"Not once you domesticate them, breed them for a few decades, and then raise them to be companions." Wolves. You'll live amongst wolves in five days.

"H-how do you get one?" you ask, leaning forward and twirling a strand of hair around your finger. "Are they something you buy?"

"No," Takeomi grins. "You go out and find one." Your face drains of color, and Takeomi laughs once more. "They're like regular pets; you just get them from someone or trade for them, silly."

"You should be a jester," you chide. "You might do better if you get paid for your jokes."

"I already do!"

Murmuring awakens you from a deep sleep laced with dreams of wolves and coins and screams. You can see Keizo and Takeomi hovering nearby, a bucket and a rag in the scarred one's hands. A chill runs across your body, and you groan, trying to sit up in the semi-darkness.

"No, no, no," Keizo's voice chants softly, pushing you back down on the soft pelts.

"You're burning up," Takeomi whispers, handing Keizo the rag. "We think you might have a fever."

"'M fine..." you breathe, though aches ripple through your abdomen, and you find yourself curling back up. "Just need to sleep it off."

"We have to ride out tomorrow to beat the incoming weather. Storm's hot on our trail at present."

"I'll be okay," you press, holding out a hand to bat at Keizo's fingers, which tenderly lay the rag on your forehead. "Leave me alone."

"You're not well," Takeomi grits out, leaning over you and pressing the rag back to your face. "You sweat right through your dress. Stop trying to play this off and lay down." Only then do you notice your nearly naked body under the thin sheet. You try to clutch at yourself to prevent the two men from looking at you, but it seems too late. Your dress lays on the other side of the tent, ripped in half.

"I- I need to put on another dress," you rasp, holding the sheet to your chest as your reach over to your things. "I..."

"Lay down," Keizo commands you, the forcefulness and sudden snap of his words causing you to instantly obey. He turns to Takeomi and speaks just as harshly, pointing his finger at you, the bucket, and the dress. Takeomi nods and stands, walking out of the tent in a hurry while Keizo looks through his things, grumbling to himself. He pulls out a linen shirt, and you inhale shakily as he unfolds it, then begins to shift towards you.

Before you can protest, Keizo puts his warm hands under your armpits and shifts you up, holding your back against his chest while he maneuvers the shirt over your limp arms, then slides it down your body. It nearly swamps your figure, but you find some comfort in the modesty. He tucks you back under the sheets just as Takeomi walks back in with more rags and a mug of water.

"Drink." Keizo reaches for the mug and tilts it up to your lips, letting you sip at it with a passion you never felt for water before. Water runs down the sides of your mouth and your chest, but that's one thing you don't care about. You just want your thirst to be quenched. He wipes your face with a dry rag when you're finished, then sighs. "Sleep."

It doesn't take long for you to follow his orders.

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comicaurora · 3 years ago

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How do you deal with going from story eater to creator of story? What do you do if your audience sees flaws or perceives lack of depth, finds potential you never saw and feel it's wasted, or can't find what you thought you were writing? Problems you didn't realize? Mistakes? Of course people are positive but i think people who see negative are also valid to say so bc they say it for a reason and often care. But when to balance that? Do your thoughts matter at the end of the day abt the story?

Of course they matter.

The short answer is you cannot be worrying about this when you write. Your goal when writing should be telling the story you want to tell, not telling a perfect story that is completely above criticism and could never be improved, because that is impossible.

You could bake the most beautiful red velvet cake with exquisite frosting and a moist crumb and someone will tell you "you should've added another tier" and someone else will tell you "this cake would taste better if it were square" and someone will add "I think this'd be a little better if you'd used more baking powder" and someone else will say "I don't like cream cheese frosting, you should've used chocolate buttercream instead" and if you try to change your cake to please every one of those people you'll end up with a big pile of frosting-y crumbs. Plus, the people who actually like your cake fine will be disappointed that you took it away from them to "fix" it and they ended up with much less cake than they wanted.

Your audience will have opinions on your work, and you cannot and should not pre-empt those opinions. It's not your job to control how the audience sees your story - your job is just to tell the story. Criticism is good and being open to it is good, but ultimately you need to keep sight of what you want from this story. Do you want to tell a perfect story, or do you want to tell this story? In the pursuit of art, if you compromise your own enjoyment of the creative process too much, you will burn out, and then nobody gets any cake.

To address the other part of your question, the shift from fan-side media analysis to writing helped confirm something I kind of already knew: transformative work of any kind is orders of magnitude easier than building an original work from nothing. This is a huge part of its appeal, of course - if someone wants to flex their writing muscles without doing a ton of heavy lifting to establish setting and characters, they can just grab some established characters and write about them, or take an established plotline and say "I'm gonna tweak like 10% of this and see what happens." It's a way for the audience to engage with media that lets them consume it on a deeper, more personally satisfying level than just watching or reading it - it lets them digest it, turn it into part of their own creative process. I've sketched fanart of characters and scenes that were parked in my head rent-free because it gave me creative energy to do so.

And that's all well and good. It's nice clean fun. But telling your own story is very, very hard. You don't just have to build the world and characters and establish them from the ground up - you also need to guide their movements into satisfying and thematically consistent character arcs, keep the pacing tight, establish stakes that are actually concerning, build up mysteries with actual solutions that intrigue without being frustrating, dodge the yawning trope pitfalls so you don't fall in and drag the story down with you. And then you need to keep doing it as the story gets heavier and heavier and longer and longer behind you, keeping track of all the stuff you've previously established and all the trailing plot threads you haven't resolved yet and planning for where you're gonna lug the whole thing in the future.

And, to put it bluntly, it's real easy for someone chilling with a brisk glass of lemonade watching you drag this enormous tangled mass along inch by inch to sidle over, tap you on the shoulder and say "I can't believe you didn't spend more time on Guard Number 3."

Everyone who ever reads your story will have a version in their head that they think would be absolutely perfect, and some of them will complain at you that their theoretical perfect version is very different from yours, and every one of these people's perfect versions will be completely different from each other's. You cannot take it as a catastrophic personal failing that someone wishes 2% of your story was a little bit differently shaped.

Don't categorically reject all criticism, but you have to engage with that criticism critically. Some of it'll be pointing out legit mistakes (since, as mentioned, you're dragging a huge unweildy pile of tangled plot threads and big heavy chunks of worldbuilding, so you will fuck up occasionally) but some of it will just be personal preference or criticisms of the form "hey I haven't actually read your story but based on what I think it's doing I am very mad at you" and "I think this story would be better if it was a completely different story." You cannot treat all critiques as equally useful, and I'll be honest - in my experience, almost none of it will ever actually help you. Criticism like that is generally for the benefit of other fans and future storytellers learning from other people's mistakes. Your job in those circumstances is to serve as a good example and to just deal with the fact that it stings to be a good bad example.

And in general, anyone who tells you "your story would be so much better if you did my fanfic idea" can be politely and categorically disregarded.

#asks #behind the curtain

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usershleby · 3 years ago

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Kanan Lives AU where he's a nervous wreck during Jacen's birth and the rest of the Ghost family has to talk him down. Bonus for Zeb and Sabine ALSO being nervous wrecks but trying their best to hide it (Ezra is super chill, mostly because he knows fuck all about childbirth). Chopper attempts to murder Kanan for causing the problem in the first place.

I'm sorry this is so short but I hope it's what you wanted!

fandom: star wars rebels

relationship: kanan jarrus/hera syndulla, kanan & ghost crew

rating: g

word count: 763

The smell of bacta was overpowering, filling Kanan's nose with its cloyingly sweet yet unnervingly sharp scent. Hazy memories of heat and burning metal flashed across his mind causing the scars on his back to itch uncomfortably. He ground his teeth against the sensation, leaning heavily on his cane as he paced the length of the waiting room. His emotions were raging a relentless war in his mind, his control slipping with each frenzied step. He should be in there with Hera, not out here waiting. What if something happened? What if something went wrong and he wasn't there to help?

Kanan turned on his heel, a low growl slipping from his lips. His cane echoed off the cold stone walls with an uneven tempo.

“Would you stop that?” Sabine snapped, her irritation a violent flair in the Force.

Kanan tilted his head in her direction. “Stop what?” his voice sounded strained with anxiety to his ears.

“The pacing.” she replied. “It's not going to make this happen any sooner so just...sit down.”

He shrugged her off, unwilling to sit still. If he stopped moving then he would be left thinking and he was already doing too much of that.

“She's got a point there chief.” Zeb's voice was low and even but Kanan could sense his underlying worry. It wasn't nearly as elevated as Kanan's but it pulsed with a sickly light, twisting Kanan's stomach into knots. “There's nothing you can do but wait.”

“I don't see what the big deal is,” came Ezra's voice from behind him. “Hera's just having a baby, what could possibly go wrong?”

Something dense flew past Kanan's head, a wash of cool air brushing across his skin followed by a thump and a grunt of pain from Ezra.

“Ow!” Ezra grumbled. “What was that for?

“She's just having a baby?” Sabine let out a poisonous hiss. “She's just having a baby?”

“Well she is isn't she? It's not like, super serious or anything.”

“You're kidding right? Please tell me you're kidding?”

Chopper, deciding to break his murderous silence jumped into their squabbling with a withering grumble that loosely translated to Hera wouldn’t be in this situation if it wasn’t for Kanan and his inability to keep it in his pants.

His muscles tensed as Chopper rolled closer, the droid’s manipulator arms clicking menacingly. Kanan threw up a Force barrier between him and Chopper, just as a precaution. It wouldn’t be the first time the droid had tried to attack him for getting Hera pregnant and he doubted it would be the last, even after their child was born.

“Kanan,” Zeb said, his voice right next to Kanan's ear, causing him to jump. “You need to sit down or I'm gonna ask that med droid to give you some sedatives.”

“I'm fine.” Kanan grumbled, letting Zeb guide him into a chair. He sat with his shoulders pushed back and his hands tight around his cane.

“Right.” Zeb chuckled. “Sure you are.”

“I should be in there. I should be with Hera.”

“Doc said to wait out here.”

“I know what he said.” Kanan snapped. “It doesn't mean I agree with it. What if something goes wrong?”

“Then the doc will take care of it.” He felt Zeb shrug. “It’s his job.”

The rational part of his brain knew this but the rational part of his brain wasn’t in control at the moment. His worry and anxiety was clouding everything. Until he was by Hera’s side, he didn’t think his rational mind would be calling the shots anytime soon.

“It’s going to be fine.” Sabine said, breaking off from her argument with Ezra.

“Yeah,” Ezra agreed. “Everything is going to be fine. You’ll see.”

“I don't like waiting.” Kanan admitted as he felt a tendril of calm flow from the bond he shared with Ezra, some of his worry dissipating. He gave them all a weak smile, letting his shoulders relax.

Of course that was when the medbay doors swished open and all the emotions contained inside came spilling out. Already struggling with his own metal state, Kanan flinched from the onslaught of pain and suffering from the injured rebels housed inside.

“Master Jarrus?” he heard the doctor say over the flood of emotions sloshing around in his worn mind. Kanan stood, his knees buckling.

“What's wrong,” Kanan breathed, his heart freezing in his chest. “What happened?”

The swirl of darkness that had taken hold of him suddenly dissipated in a wash of golden light with the doctor's response.

"Would you like to meet your son?"

#angualupin #kanera #kanan jarrus #garazeb orrelios #sabine wren #ezra bridger #star wars rebel #swr fan fic #swr fanfic #star wars #shleby writes #shleby promps

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quellmythirst · 4 years ago

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House Hunting Part 4

Summary: You are the youngest child of Frank and Maria Castle. Your dads best mate offers to help you find a new place in the city. The only problem being you've had a crush on him since forever.

Pairing: Castle!Reader (you) x Billy Russo

Words: 2k

A/n: You all asked so nicely, how could I say no to all you lovely folks. Took longer than I wanted, I've been catching up on RoseHaven and playing DA2 and I'm overworked AF.

Warnings: Big ol' age gap, dad's best friend, daddy kink, teasing, smut, alcohol, swearing, dirty talk... ummm? let me know if I forgot something.

You pull up to your parents house and their car is in the drive, fuck you were hoping to beat them home. “It'll be alright, don't worry. I'm just gunna drop you off,” Billy reassures you, his long fingers gently stroking your thigh. “We’ll be fine,”

You hear the front door slam as your father stomps out of the house, looking like the human incarnation of a storm.

“Where the fuck have you been?” He doesn't yell, but you know that tone. The tone you used to get when you snuck out to go to a party. But that was years ago, you're an adult.

“Home now, chill out old man,” You wave past him, “thanks for the ride Billy,” you call over your shoulder hoping he's following you. Praying to whoever is listening that your casual dismissal rings the same as it used to, he’s not following you so that's a good sign. He was probably just worried, poor guy. Thank fuck you’ll be out of here soon without his overbearing, overprotective ass all over you.

“This conversation isn't over young lady!” He calls from behind you, stopping to talk to Billy.

Your mother is sitting in the living room watching her program, “Where have you been Missy?” She said, her eyes not wavering from the TV.

“Stayed at Billy's, didn't want to drive home in the dark.” you said, sitting down on the armchair opposite her.

“Well, that's- very responsible of you,” she sounded shocked, rude.

“Eh, it happens on occasion.”

Your father and Billy step into the house, "poor kid looked so scared," Billy laughed, they must be talking about Bo. They seemed to be fine, maybe this would be fine. They’d never suspect a thing right? Why would they? You’d never given them a reason not to trust you before.

“So did you find a place dear?” Your mother asked as the men took their seats in the living room.

“Sure did, it's so cute Ma. You'll love it. I just need to call the agent.” you said excitedly, buzzing in your bones. Your eyes lit up even more when you saw the soft adoring smile on Billy's face as he watched you.

“Oh, the agent is it?” Billy teased, “can't believe that guy, tried to hit on you” trying to sound the part of scandalised uncle. It seemed to work on your father.

“What?” Frank boomed, standing up from his chair.

“It's alright dad, he was nice,” you smirked at Billy, “Billy made sure he was respectful.”

“Good job Bill, always got an eye on you. Can always trust him with my baby girl,” He slapped his friend on the back.

“Was he cute?” Your mother asked, raising her eyebrows at you. You thought about it for a minute, not daring to look at Billy.

“Yeh, he was.” You decide, and you feel Billy's glare land on you, you just keep smiling hoping no one else sees it. “I might go call him, see if I can get it.”

“The date or the place,” she laughs, “Good idea, off you go, don't want to miss out,” your mother encourages you, shooing you out of the room. You get up, walking out the back door and pulling out his business card that was still in your purse. He picks up on the second ring

“Hey, go for Bo,” you giggle at his weird as fuck way of answering the phone.

“Hi, this is Y/n, we met yesterday,” you smile at yourself as you begin to pace the backyard. For some reason you’d never been able to stand still while on the phone.

“The woman with the pretty eyes, yeh I remember. What can I do for you?”

“About that last apartment, I want it. Is that possible?” you asked, scrunching your face. Surely it hadn’t been snatched up already.

“The rent hasn't come down overnight, are you sure you could afford it?” he sounded genuinely concerned.

“Yeh, yeh something come up and it will be fine.”

“That's great, if you wanna come into my office tomorrow I can sort you out, maybe I could show you a great place to eat around here?”

Wow he was persistent, “maybe, what time would be good for you?”

“I'm super busy, so maybe around 4?” you hear him clicking something onto his computer.

“Cool, I'll see you at 4,” you smiled triumphantly, thrilled that you were getting the place of your dreams.

“Looking forward to it,” was all he said before hanging up the line.

“You seem pleased with yourself,” Billy murmured, “going on a cute date with that kid then?” He grumbled, stalking towards you.

“Billy, I'm going to pick up the keys and sign the lease. It's not a date,” he was almost on top of you, you could feel your heart thumping in your chest

“Better fuckin not be,” he leaned down to hug you, his lips ghosting gently past your cheek to whisper in your ear, “your my little girl remember.”

“Yes,” you panted, feeling your insides turn to moosh with how close he was to you.

“Thanks for looking after my girl Bill, we got it from here,” your father called from the back door, watching what hopefully just looked like a friendly hug. Crossing your fingers you fuckin hoped.

“Walk me out,” Billy whispered, taking a step back from you. He smiled down at you, not turning back to face Frank.

“Won't that be suspicious?” you glanced at your father who was leaning against the door frame.

“No,” he whispered, “say you forgot something in the car.”

Leading the way you walk through the house passing your mother making another coffee, “forgot my coat, just gunna go grab it.”

“Whatever sweetie,” your mum calls as you make your way out the door.

Reaching the car Billy looks around, taking in the surroundings before pressing you into it, “I'll see you tomorrow little girl, call into my office once you've got the keys.”

You step back inside and are met by weird as fuck looks from both your parents. “What?” you asked, your eyes bulging as you take a seat at the breakfast bar.

“So, how’d it go with your phone call?” your mother asked, leaning across from you.

“Good, gunna go pick up the keys tomorrow,” you beamed at her, taking the coffee she offered.

“You and Bill seemed to be getting along a bit better. Never seen you guys so friendly before,”

“Yeh, he’s ok. Bit of a stick in the mud,” you rolled your eyes for effect, “But he was a really good help yesterday,”

“Ugh, enough of Billy,” your mother sighed, “ Tell me about this boy,”

“I don’t wanna be here for this, do I?” your father grumbled, taking his coffee out to the shed.

“Ok, now the fun police are gone,” your mother giggled, “ tell me everything,” You told her about the young man you had met, the beautiful apartment you would get to live in. Maybe told a small lie about how the day got away from you and the nice dinner you obviously had and how comfortable Billy's guest bedroom was. You spoke of him like family, because for all intents and purposes that is how your mother saw him. You spent the rest of the day sorting your belongings out, deciding on what to keep and what to throw away.

You're awoken by a soft knock on your bedroom window, considering this was the second floor you assume it’s branches of large tree outside. Until you hear your name whispered in that soft husky tone. Bolting up you see Billy perched on the roof outside. Wiping your eyes you sit up and make your way towards it, carefully gliding it open trying to be quiet.

“What are you doing?” you whisper, standing aside to let him in your room.

“Couldn’t wait to see you again,” he said, capturing your lips in his and leading you towards the bed.

“But, Frank, he's got the ears of a hawk,” you warn him, falling backwards onto the bed.

“Have to be quiet then, little girl.” he pressed his body into yours, squashing you against the mattress, his hand slides up your top caresses your breast, “I missed your soft skin, feeling you squirm underneath me, little girl,” his husky voice sending shivers down your spine.

“You saw me this morning,” you sighed breathlessly.

“Too long baby,” his other hand snakes now to cup your pussy, “you missed me too, didn't you?”

“Yes Billy,” you moan, as his fingers dip inside your panties, his soft lips latch onto your nipple, licking halfway down your body, your moans growing louder. Biting down hard on your fist to keep them stifled.

“Try this,” he grunted, sliding your panties off and stuffing them in your mouth. Your own taste on your lips you look up at him with a lust filled gaze. He ventures back down, swiping a cautious lick through your folds growling at your taste, “better keep quiet little girl, wouldn't want to wake your parents.”

You nodd in response and he begins to devour you whispering into your pussy as his tongue delves deeper into you. Thank fuck your cries are somewhat hidden by the lacy fabric in your mouth. His fingers fill you as his lips wrap around your clit tugging and nipping at it. You feel your centre fluttering around his fingers, sweat covering your brow as you throw a hand over your mouth to cover your cries, the other twisted into Billy's hair as you rode his face until you deflated.

“I needed that,” he whispers, coming up to your side he begins to unbuckle his belt sliding his pants off, “Nearly as much as I need this,” he groans sliding his hard cock into you. His mouth right next to your ear, "fuck baby, you got the sweetest pussy on earth," You moan at his words and his hand comes up to cover your mouth, pressing the panties in your mouth, “Shhh little girl,” he commands quietly, thrusting in and out of you at a hurried pace trying very hard not to moan himself. “Love the way you take me, little pussy was made for my big cock.”

Sliding his hand down he begins to circle your clit, “you gunna cum for me baby, yeh let daddy see it,” your shocked by his words but he doesn’t miss the way you clench around him "Oh little girl, I'm gunna enjoy this," his grip tightened on your mouth. You hear a creak in the hall and both your heads pivot to the noise stopping your motions. The footsteps track down the hall and you hear the toilet flush, before a squeaky door shuts. Waiting for a moment you don't hear another sound, thankful that no one had heard you.

“Such a good little quiet girl for daddy,” he growls in your ear, restarting his deep work of your undoing. You were teetering on the edge of bliss when he hit you right into that spot, his fingers moving fast over your clit to topple you over. “Yeh little girl cum for daddy,” your aching moans quelled by his hand, his teeth sinking into your neck as your nails rake down his back. Sending him over “fuck, fuck, yeh baby, Fuck you feel so fucking good,” he growled, pulling out he pumped his hard throbbing cock, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he spends his seed over your stomach.

Dipping his fingers into his spend he gathers it up, taking your panties from your mouth, before thrusting his fingers into your mouth, “Yeah, taste daddy on your tongue baby,” Wiping up the rest with your sleep shirt. He takes your panties, wiping your own arousal away with them. He brings them to his nose, sniffing them with a growl, “These are mine now little girl, just like you,” he kissed you, deeply before pulling his pants back on and shoving your panties in his pockets.

“I better go, don't want your parents to find me in the morning,” he whispered, pushing the hair back from your sweaty face.

“No stay, please just for a bit,” you pleaded, tugging him down next to you.

“You’re so cute like this,” he sighs, tucking you under his arm, "Just for a little bit,”

Part 5

Tagged: @severewobblerlightdragon

#billy russo imagine #billy russo x female reader #reader x billy russo #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x you #female!reader x billy russo #dads best friend billy russo #billy russo fanfiction #billy russo x reader #House hunting

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helloalycia · 4 years ago

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my patient’s neighbour [two] // wanda maximoff

summary: as you spend more time with your patient's neighbour, you come to realise that your crush may be getting too much

warning/s: none, just fluff tbh

author's note: i’m so glad you guys enjoyed the first part! here’s the next bit :)

When Sunday rolled around, I did everything in my power to make it the perfect day for Anna. We went out for breakfast at a café around the corner, a stroll around the park, then I made her lunch before she conked out afterwards, napping in her bedroom. I took that as my chance to decorate the living-area with birthday decorations. Nothing too much as I knew she'd kill me if I went overboard, but little things like a banner, some balloons and streamers.

I told Wanda to come at this time, too, and she showed up with a bag of groceries and a pretty smile on her face.

"Here, let me help," I said, already moving to take the bag off her. "How are you?"

"I'm good," she said, closing the door behind her and following me into the kitchen. Her smile widened when she saw the decorations. "Y/N, this is lovely! Anna is going to love it!"

"You think?" I asked, spinning around and doing a once over of the living-area. "It's not too much? I know she'll hate if I do too much."

"It's just the right amount," Wanda reassured, glancing at me. "How has she been today?"

We both began to unpack the groceries as we talked.

"Really good actually," I said with a nod. "I treated her to breakfast at that café she likes. We went to the park, fed the ducks, had a nice stroll. Then I made her some lunch and she's napping which leaves us the perfect time to crack on with dinner."

Wanda chuckled. "Great." She paused, making me look to her to see her smile fading. Nervously, she asked, "Did her granddaughter call?"

I sighed quietly and Wanda seemed to know what that meant without me saying anything further.

"It's okay, we'll just have to make this the best meal ever," she said, not letting it get to her.

"We will," I agreed, before looking to the food on the table. "So, chef. Where do we start?"

Wanda and I spent the next hour prepping dinner, a beef stew called Solyanka, as it would require two hours to cook on the stove so we were starting early to make sure it would be ready in time.

I was chopping some onions as she prepared the beef, but I couldn't help myself from glancing at her every two seconds, still filled with concern because of her cast and minor injuries.

"You should take a picture, it'll last longer," she said teasingly, making me look up to see her watching me with a stifled smile.

"Sorry," I mumbled, shaking my head and looking back to my chopping board.

"What's wrong?" she asked gently.

I chewed on my lip as I glanced at her wrist again, before meeting her gaze. "How did it happen?"

"I already told you," she reminded me playfully, trying to lighten the mood, but I was still fretful. "It happened on a mission."

"Yeah, but how?" I asked again, hoping she understood what I meant.

She seemed reluctant to share, face scrunching up with thought, before looking down to her own chopping board. I thought she wouldn't tell me, but then she spoke.

"I can't tell you too much," she started, shrugging, "since it was a confidential mission. But basically, I was undercover when my target recognised me and we got into a fight."

Watching her with the utmost attention, I nodded, imagining it in my head.

"It wasn't difficult or anything, but it surprised me, y'know?" She looked to me with a smile, as if trying to make it sound less scarier than it was. "The guy, the target, he managed to get in few good hits. And he sprained my wrist. But it's alright."

I wasn't as amused as she was, wincing at the thought of her being in a fight. "Are you sure you're alright?"

She tilted her head knowingly. "I'm sure, Y/N. It's my job."

Shaking my head, I looked back down to my chopping board and continued chopping the onion. "I don't know how you can do that as a job..."

"Well, it's rewarding," she said like it was obvious. "Why do you spend most of your week caring for the elderly?"

"It's rewarding," I said without hesitation, before realising what she'd done and looking her way.

She was smiling cockily, making me roll my eyes and laugh.

"Okay, I see your point," I gave in. "But still. It's a dangerous job what you do. Just be careful, yeah?"

"Always am," she promised. And I wanted to believe her, but the cast on her wrist said otherwise.

—

"It smells like home, devochki, spasibo (girls, thank you)," Anna said from her place at the table. "Are you sure you don't want me to help?"

"We're sure, Anna," Wanda called back to her. "I'm just putting the food into a serving bowl and Y/N is grabbing some glasses. You sit and wait like the patient woman I know you are."

Anna mumbled something in Russian which I didn't understand, but it seemed to make Wanda chuckle as she rolled her eyes.

It was finally time for dinner and the stew had turned out beautifully, not that I had doubts since Wanda didn't seem like one to kid around with cooking.

As she was readying it for the table, I was setting everything up and all that was left were the glasses. But, of course (and oddly enough, since Anna was shorter than I), they were stored on the top shelf of the kitchen cupboard and just out of my reach.

In hindsight, I probably could have grabbed a stool and stood on it, but I was too lazy, so I went on my tip-toes and stretched with all my might. The tips of my fingers brushed against a glass and I attempted to move it towards me, unable to see if I was actually doing anything since it was too high. After a couple of tries, I managed to bring it forward, but my stupid self flicked it too hard and it came tumbling off the shelf and towards the counter.

I braced myself for the sound of glass smashing, but instead, a wondrous red energy wrapped itself around the glass and kept it suspended mid-fall.

"Very clever," Wanda said sarcastically, appearing directly beside me. Her accent was daringly teasing.

I looked up and saw her smirking at me with amusement, right hand raised and aimed at the glass. Red tendrils of energy glowed around her hand and the glass; I widened my eyes a little, amazed at how easy she made it look. Though I knew she had powers, I'd never actually seen her use them up close and personal. It was stunning.

"I totally knew you were going to do that," I played it cool, cheeks flushing as she set the glass on the counter.

"Mhm, sure you did," she played along with a melodious laugh, before pressing her front to my back without warning and reaching to grab two more glasses. "Here, I got it."

My body tensed at the feeling of her unexpectedly so close to me. My mouth went dry, her warmth emanating from her and washing over me with the scent of her perfume. Did she always smell so good?

When she grabbed all three glasses, she didn't seem to notice the effect she had on me (unless she did and kept quiet for her own amusement).

"Think you can grab the food without dropping it?" she asked, quirking an entertained brow.

Still distracted by her perfume, I nodded and cleared my throat. "Food. Right. Yeah."

As I stirred the stew to mix everything thoroughly, I felt my heart rate return to its normal pace and told myself to chill out. Wanda just happened to be an extremely pretty individual who was kind and thoughtful and funny. It wasn't a big deal.

When I was sure I wouldn't make a fool of myself, I returned to the dining table with a pot of stew and set it down on the placemat.

"Priyatnogo appetita (enjoy your meal)," I said, trying not to stumble over my pronunciation.

Both Anna and Wanda raised their brows with matching surprised smiles on their faces.

"You said that perfectly, Y/N!" Wanda said encouragingly, as I took a seat to the right of Anna at the head of the table.

"I see you've been practicing," Anna added, looking to me with an endearing gaze. "A present in itself. Thank you, milaya (sweetie)."

I smiled bashfully. "I have to keep up with you both somehow, right?"

Anna chuckled as Wanda gave me a brilliant smile. Something in my chest stirred as she did, and I was forced to look away, though my own smile didn't fade.

"So, Y/N and I put this together for you and I'm sure you'll know what it is," Wanda said, before serving up a bowl for Anna.

"Solyanka," Anna exclaimed with delight. "Devushki (girls), this looks and smells amazing." She paused, glancing between us both with a grateful smile. "Since you've both been here, this place... it's beginning to feel alive again."

To my surprise, she teared up and began to laugh, using her napkin to pat the corner of her eyes. I rested my hand on hers, squeezing it gently and giving her a small smile.

"I appreciate this very much," she continued, before squeezing my hand and letting go to grab her spoon. "I can't wait to try it."

The three of us dug into our stew and Anna loved it, talking about the first time she ever had it as a kid and how it was one of her favourite dishes. The rest of the meal went by wonderfully, with Anna looking as happy as ever and Wanda listening to her intently. I was listening, too, but my gaze did end up wandering to Wanda as she sat there animatedly, nodding along and smiling to Anna.

For some reason, she was ethereal tonight, though she looked like she always did. Her long brown hair was tied up in a ponytail and she wore a loose tee shirt over some jeans. Nothing fancy, but she pulled it off so well. Rings adorned her fingers as she played with them thoughtlessly, and it caught my eye before I got distracted by her cast on her left wrist.

She'd said she was okay, but it still worried me. It wasn't my right to worry, but she was my friend. I was concerned. She could take care of herself, but that wouldn't put the ache in my heart at ease.

As if she could hear my concerns, her eyes flickered to mine, a kaleidoscope of blue, green and gold. She sent me a reassuring glance before looking back to Anna with focus. I chewed on my lower lip, trying not to let my worry get the best of me, before looking back to Anna.

Towards the end of the meal, after we'd eaten and were merely conversing, Anna's landline rang in the apartment.

"I'll get it," Wanda said, already standing up to grab the phone from its cradle.

Anna and I watched as she answered the phone with a friendly 'hello', before a surprised expression appeared on her face.

"Sure, I'll pass it on now," Wanda was saying before approaching the table and stopping by Anna. Her expression softened as she said to Anna, "It's Sasha."

Anna's expression fell at the mention of her granddaughter. She nodded slightly, before standing up and grabbing her cane to balance. Accepting the phone, she began to walk away into her bedroom. Wanda and I heard her say a faint 'hello' before she closed the door behind her.

"Her granddaughter rang?" I asked with mild disbelief.

"It is her birthday," Wanda pointed out, returning to her seat.

"Bit late into the day though, isn't it?" I retorted, pulling a face. "Almost like the day is over, in fact."

"Sounding a little judgemental there, Y/N," Wanda teased, leaning forward into the palm of her hands and watching me.

"I'm not," I said with an eye roll. "I just think she should show her grandmother some respect. Who does she think she is?"

I paused as Wanda gave me a knowing look, then winced.

"Okay, I heard it that time," I admitted, making her laugh.

"I get it," she said, nodding slightly. "Maybe she's finally starting to realise though."

I sighed, leaning back in my seat. "I guess... For Anna's sake, I hope so."

Wanda and I talked amongst ourselves until Anna returned silently, hushing our conversation. She returned the phone to its cradle before taking a seat at the head of the table. Wanda and I exchanged looks before I decided to speak, noticing Anna wouldn't.

"Is Sasha doing okay?" I asked gently.

Anna was staring ahead, barely listening, before she glanced at me then looked down to her empty bowl. Sentences left her lips in Russian, mumbled and incoherent, at least to me. Wanda leaned forward, holding her hand and frowning with sympathy as she listened to her words. I felt horrible, sensing something was wrong, but unable to do anything to help.

"I'm sorry, Anna, I didn't mean to upset you," I said, shaking my head.

Wanda met my gaze. "It's not your fault... Anna just misses Sasha."

I frowned. "Oh."

"But I'm glad I have you both," Anna finally spoke, accent thick with emotion, as she looked between us before settling her eyes to me. "Even if you're paid to be here."

She cracked a smile, making my shoulders relax. I returned her expression, glad she still had a sense of humour.

Anna didn't mention Sasha's name for the rest of the evening. We cleaned up, had some tea, played a quick board game before I made sure she was okay for the night.

"She alright?" Wanda asked when I closed Anna's bedroom door and stepped into the hall.

"Yeah, she's tired from all of today's excitement," I said with a smile.

"So are you by the sounds of it," she joked, but stepped forward to rest a hand on my arm. "I think we should call it a night."

"I think we should," I said in agreement.

After grabbing my stuff, Wanda and I left the flat before walking to her apartment and stopping outside.

"Thanks for helping me out today," I told her with a tired smile. "I really appreciated it."

"Well, you asked so nicely... how could I resist?" she said, staring up at me through her eyelashes. I rolled my eyes playfully, making her smile. "I had fun. Thanks for inviting me."

I was going to respond, but a yawn escaped my lips, prompting me to cover my mouth as I did.

"Sorry," I said, trying to blink the fatigue away momentarily.

She chuckled, tilting her head and watching me carefully. "You're cute."

I breathed out through my nose, unsure what to say to her words, but I definitely felt my heart rate speed up a little.

"I'll let you go," she said, clearly entertained by my silence. "Get home safe, yeah?"

"And you look after yourself when saving the world, yeah?" I replied with a quirked brow, eyes glancing at her wrist.

"I promise." She grinned before moving forward to hug me.

I returned the hug, the smell of her perfume permanent in my nose by now, before pulling away with a final smile. Of course, I probably shouldn't have stared at her lips so intensely, wanting nothing more than to kiss them.

"See you tomorrow," I said, snapping back into reality and taking a step back. "Goodnight, Wanda."

"Goodnight," she said sweetly.

I turned to leave and was suddenly wide awake. Did I just think about kissing Wanda?

—

It was a few visits later when I was caring for Anna and she decided to have a dance around the living room. One minute we were flicking through different radio stations, and the next she was putting on some old records on her record player. She settled on an upbeat, 50s dance song, the music filling the apartment with joy.

"Egor and I danced to this very song when we first met," she told me, talking about her late husband with a twinkling passion in her eyes. "It was a party and he had been staring at me all night, and I him. Then finally, when this song came on, he approached me and said, 'dorogaya, okazyvayesh' mne chest' tantsevat' so mnoy?'"

I suppressed a smile as I watched her reminisce. "And that means...?"

"'Darling, would you do me the honour of dancing with me'?" she repeated in English for my benefit.

My heart melted. "Anna, that's adorable. He sounds like such a gentlemen."

"He was," she said with a sigh of agreement, smiling to herself.

Whenever she talked about her husband, I'd never seen her look more content. The mere mention of his name was enough to put a smile on her face. I could only hope to have a love like theirs some day.

I stepped forward, putting out my hand. "I'm no Egor, but I'd love to dance with you if you'd let me."

"Oh, I can't do that," she said, waving my hand away. "I can barely walk, milaya (sweetie)."

"Hey, as your carer, I am insisting that you dance with me," I said, feigning sternness.

She hesitated, before resting her hand in mine and smiling with gratitude. The two of us danced together, myself being careful to keep her upright and make sure she didn't overexert herself. She was smiling and laughing as I spun her around, dancing her all around the living room, and it warmed my heart to see her so cheery.

A knock on the door caused me to excuse myself from Anna, only to find Wanda on the other end.

"Someone's in a good mood," she said instantly, taking note of my smile.

I stepped to the side to let her in. "Yeah, well, Anna is doing good today. It's contagious, what can I say?"

Before Wanda could respond, Anna called from the living-area with excitement.

"Wanda, idi syuda i potantsuy so mnoy!" she exclaimed, already grabbing Wanda's hand and pulling her in.

It didn't take a genius to know that Anna had basically asked Wanda to dance with her. I chuckled as I followed after them, enjoying the sight of Anna and Wanda dancing together.

"What's the occasion?" Wanda asked, glancing over the short woman and to me with a helpless smile.

"No occasion," I quipped, crossing my arms and trying to hold in my laughter at Anna's speed and perseverance with a reluctant Wanda. "Just having a good time."

Wanda looked like she wanted to retort with a comment, but Anna spun her around before she could, making me laugh aloud.

"Prikhodi odin, milaya (come on, sweetie)!" Anna said, holding out a hand. "Dance!"

Unable to resist, I joined in with the two Sokovian women, appreciating how happy Anna looked and how awkward Wanda felt in the situation. She wasn't much of a dancer, but she was trying and God was that adorable.

We danced for a little while longer until Anna's back began to hurt and she took a seat. Though, she insisted that Wanda and I resume with our dancing.

Just on time, like a sign from the universe or a higher being or whatever you wanted to believe in, a slow song came on next, filling the apartment soothingly.

To my surprise, the awkward dancer that was Wanda was oddly confident as she held out her hand to me.

"Would you do me the honour of dancing with me?" she asked softly, a small smile playing on her lips.

At the familiarity of her words, I glanced to Anna, who seemed to pick up on it, too. She said nothing as she watched us with a smile of her own.

"I'd love to," I said, looking back to Wanda's eyes.

They looked blue in the light, a beautiful sky blue that put me at ease as soon as I stared into them. I slipped my hand into hers, letting her pull us closer together as she rested her other hand on my waist, the touch sending shivers up my spine. I put mine on her shoulder, allowing her to take the lead.

It was the most intimate we'd been, and as she maintained eye contact, I wondered if she could feel my hands trembling slightly, or my heart hammering loudly, or my palms turning a little sweaty. She made me nervous in the best way possible, her smile dazzling without realising and her eyes piercing without meaning to be.

She must have felt it, too, that tug in the pit of her stomach that I was feeling now. Otherwise there was something seriously wrong and I was already too deep into a crush on my patient's neighbour.

When the song ended, it feeling like mere seconds in total, she let go of me and I missed the contact and the smell of her perfume and the way she was looking at me.

"Couldn't have done it better myself," Anna spoke, forcing me to tear my gaze from Wanda's lips. She smiled at me knowingly. "You ladies definitely know how to dance."

I felt a heat creeping up my neck as I smiled to myself, distracting myself with the laces on my shoes. When I finally brought myself to look up, I saw Wanda already looking my way, a calm expression on her face.

As she did most times she visited, Wanda stayed with me and Anna until I tucked Anna into bed and bid her a goodnight. We left the apartment and Wanda decided to walk me to the lift that evening, a distracted look on her face.

It was silent between us, a comfortable one, until the doors slid open and I looked to her with kind eyes.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow," I told her, making her look to me. "Have a nice evening, Wanda."

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. I watched with amusement, wondering what was going on in that pretty head of hers. The lift doors began to shut, so I put my foot between them to keep them open.

"I should go," I said with an awkward laugh, before grabbing her hand and squeezing it gently since she wouldn't speak. "Goodnight."

When I turned to leave, I got, maybe, a step into the lift before I felt her fingers wrap around my wrist and tug me backwards, spinning me around. I didn't get chance to ask what was up as she stepped forward, pressing her lips to mine in an instant.

Startled, I froze at the contact, but then her hand rested on the back of my neck as her thumb caressed my jaw, and I found myself melting into her, closing my eyes at the blissful feeling.

Her other hand fell to my waist as she deepened the kiss, sending me into the lift and the wall hitting my back. I moved my lips in time with hers, revelling at how soft and delicate and gentle she was being. Kissing Wanda Maximoff wasn't something I had realised would be this good, but now that I was, I never wanted to stop.

Unfortunately, the sound of the lift doors shutting pulled us apart. I was breathless, my heart racing and my lips swollen from her spectacular kiss.

"I've wanted to do that for such a long time," she revealed, stepping back a little. Her eyes were bright and her cheeks were flushed as she watched me with mild concern. "I completely should have asked though. I'm sorry that I overstepped."

She pursed her lips, forefinger and thumb pinching her bottom lip regretfully and gaze falling to the floor.

"You didn't overstep," I said, already missing the sensation of her lips against mine. "You stepped just the right amount."

She looked back up, eyes softening as her lips curved into a radiant smile.

"You wanna, maybe, do that again?" I asked without thinking, my mind a haze as Wanda still remained so close to me.

She laughed melodiously before raising her hand and cupping my cheek. Her eyes looked between mine before falling to my lips affectionately.

"I'd love to, dorogoy (darling)."

I smiled toothlessly before closing the gap between us, secretly wishing this lift ride would go on forever if it meant I could kiss Wanda like this.

—

After making out with Wanda in the lift, she asked me out on a date and it was the best date I'd ever been on. Nothing over the top but very thoughtful as she took me for a picnic in the park before getting ice cream for dessert.

We went on a few more dates after that, taking turns to take the lead with them, and she ended up asking me to be her girlfriend which of course I said yes to.

All whilst this was going on, I still cared for Anna and Wanda paid her visits when she could, though we tried to remain as normal as possible. We didn't think it was best to tell Anna that we were together since we didn't want to startle her or make her feel uncomfortable in our presence. Of course, keeping a secret from Anna is as good as nothing when she had eyes like a hawk.

Wanda and I were putting a plate of tea and biscuits together for Anna one day, myself lining up the biscuits neatly as Wanda lingered beside me. She was about to grab a biscuit from the plate when I smacked her hand away.

"Just one," she pleaded, but I shook my head before nodding to the packet on the side.

"Help yourself to those," I told her condescendingly. "These are for Anna."

"Just get her another," she said simply, before reaching over again.

I smacked her hand away again, giving her a knowing look.

"Y/N!"

"Wanda!" I mirrored her childish smile.

She narrowed her eyes petulantly. "Are you seriously doing this right now?"

"Are you?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

She pouted and I so badly wanted to lean forward and kiss it away, but Anna was sat on her recliner behind us. Wanda seemed to know this as a mischievous smile fell on her lips, eyes watching me carefully.

"You're not cute," I mumbled, before grabbing the tray and turning to leave. As I was walking to Anna, a biscuit began to float off the plate, red wisps of energy wrapped around it and bringing it to– "Wanda!"

She laughed, eyes glowing red with magic, before grabbing the biscuit from mid-air and taking a bite.

"Such a child," I said under my breath before setting the tray on the coffee table before Anna. Smiling at her, I said, "Here you go, Anna. Do you want anything else?"

As I straightened up, flipping Wanda off behind my back and encouraging her laughter further, I noticed the way Anna looked between us both curiously.

"Everything okay?" I asked, eyebrows knitting together as she continued to study us both.

"Something happened," she decided. "Between you both."

"What do you mean?" I asked, taking a seat on the couch. "Nothing happened."

"Something definitely did," she said knowingly. "I may be old, milaya (sweetie), but I have very good eyes."

"Anna, what are you talking about?" Wanda played dumb, taking a seat beside me, biscuit in hand.

"Don't think I haven't seen the way you two steal glances when you think I'm not looking," she said, pointing between us. "Or the way you," her finger settled on Wanda, "have been helping Y/N out more often than usual."

Wanda and I flushed, embarrassed that we'd been caught out. I was so certain that we'd successfully hid it from her, but clearly we were mistaken.

"We wanted to tell you," Wanda began, cheeks still pink as she leaned forward.

Anna silenced her with a wave of her hand. "Save it. I knew I was right. You two are together."

Pursing my lips, I waited for her to say something because I wasn't really sure what to say myself. Suddenly, a smile appeared on her lips.

"I'm very happy for you both," she said to us. "Wanda here always needed somebody in her life who wasn't me. And you, Y/N, are the perfect match for her."

I chuckled, looking to the girl in question, whose face was as red as her powers that she used to torment me with. I grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently, and nudged her in the shoulder.

"You hear that? Perfect match," I teased, making her roll her eyes to distract from her flustered self.

Anna said something to her in Russian, way too fast and incomprehensible for me to understand, even with the extra effort I was making to learn it. Whatever it was, it made Wanda get even more embarrassed, her green eyes darting around the room in an effort to overcome it.

"What did you say?" I asked Anna with amusement.

"Oh, nothing Wanda hasn't heard before," she said dismissively. "It's all okay. Isn't it, Wanda?"

"Yeah," Wanda mumbled.

"I don't know what's happening here, but I'm all for someone putting Wanda in her place," I said, looking between them both with an entertained smile.

Anna chuckled as Wanda shoved me in the arm gently before pulling me close again. I smiled at how cute she looked, pink blush creeping up her neck and teeth chewing on her lower lip to contain her smile.

I'd never get sick of the sight.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x you #scarlet witch #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen imagine #wanda maximoff #marvel imagine #marvel #mcu imagine

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lostcausezz · 4 years ago

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Study Date

𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐃𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐱/ 𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.8𝐤

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐱 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫/ 𝐓𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: @getoswhore

𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ♡

It was a normal day or so you thought it was. You got up and got your things and headed towards your campus for a day of school. You expected it to be chill and for you to go and relax there and go to the library and study.

You normally wouldn't go there but since you had a project coming you decided that it would most likely be the best idea to get a partner. You headed to your class and you walked down the hall until you hit the end of the hall. You opened the door and walked to the back of the study hall and sat down and waited on your teacher.

As you sat in the back of the class you noticed that a six foot three man with long hair pulled to the back in a bun made eye contact with you. A chill flowed through your body as you remembered him from your old school. It was more a fling and a summer relationship you thought you would never see again. Covering yourself you placed your journal over your face hoping he would forget the sight of you.

You knew that wouldn't work but you still gave it a try. Looking down the stairs you saw his shoes approach you. He sat his book beside you and and tapped it against the table and looked at you with a smirk and moved himself close to your ear. "Don't tell me you forgot about me already bubs." Turning your head to look at him, your eyes widened as you remembered the times he would call you by that name.

His presence made you nervous and you clenched your legs together and scooted over a little. Randomly you felt a tug at your chair and he pulled it towards him. Settling for the seat you waited for the class to be over so you could go talk to your friend with benefits on a day when you could go over to their place.

The teacher came in and said that it would be a make-up work day so you chose to use the free time to just go on your phone. Scrolling through the apps on your home screen looking for your iMessage app. The thing was you and Geto never officially broke up or said the words to end things off but it didn't matter to you since you didn't see him in so long.

Your phone vibrated and looking down at your screen you could see that the person who texted you was gojo. The notification said "I'm waiting for you outside of your class." You looked up to see the time and just as you were getting up you saw your teacher make an announcement saying, "THE PERSON YOU SAT NEXT TO IN CLASS TODAY IS YOUR STUDY BUDDY FOR THE TEST!"

A huff left your mouth as much as you wanted to have getou in your presence you didn't want him to know your motives. Gathering your things you walked down the stairs and saw Gono at the door with a cocky smirk on his face. "Wassup babes, what time are you coming over?" A feeling of someone's arm drifting over your shoulder. You looked at Getou and then looked at Gojo. The tension began to get high.

Getou took you and the feeling was mutual since you weren't fighting his arm being around you but dang. You just missed out on some good dick. He guided you to the library and took you to the back of the library. The thing about your class it was to help with the two of yalls similar careers with being a sex therapist. You were studying the pleasures of each body part.

In the section you two were in was where no one could see unless they really were nosy. You had a feeling of what could exactly happen but you tried to ignore the signs. You pulled the book for class out and looked over to see Getou putting his hair in a ponytail to the back.

"So y/n why did you think we broke up in the summer and you go off and mess with Gojo. Whew a downgrade." You looked over to see him pull you closer to him and he had his face in contact with yours and you stared into his eyes and both of your breathing got heavy. The tension was too much as you pulled your lips onto his and he placed his hand on your cheek as you began to kiss. Hums came from the kiss as y’all were trying to be as quiet as you can.

You parted from kissing and got up and he did as well and you approached him. His hands wrapped around your legs and he picked you up and placed you against a bookshelf and just as you were getting ready for him he asked, “Is it okay if I put it in?” You nodded and went back into the kiss he had one hand wrapped around your back and began to pull down his underwear and moved yours to the side as he slowly inserted himself into you.

He began to bounce you up and down on his dick while in the air creating ruckus in the “silent” library. “Fuck” you cooed as you could feel yourself about to climax. He placed his hand over your mouth and shook no his head as you were so close to screaming in the pleasure he was giving you. Tears started flowing down your eyes since you had to hold back. Crying was new to you in this situation but you liked it.

He suddenly put you down and pulled his pants up and you were confused until he took your hand. This day was eventful but you loved the rush you were getting. It gave you thoughts of when you two were back in the summer and you did things carefree with no worries in the world.

He brought you to the men’s dorms and took you down the hall to his dorm. You stood by the door for a second until he unlocked it and pulled you in the room and pinned you behind the door. Your breathing got heavy and your heart started to beat fast as he was looking down at you. “Y/n I hope you didn’t think I forgot about you messing with gojo.”

You turned your head looking over to the side trying to ignore him and the look he was giving you made you nervous. He placed his hand under your chin and made you look him in the eyes. “Now bubs why be so shy now you were just so bold in the library an hour ago. You want to finish this off?”

You nodded and he pressed his lips against yours and pressed his hand on the back of your and turned you around and walked you towards the bed. He wrapped both of his hands around your back and both of y'all fell onto the bed.

As you were on the bed he moved his hand up from around the surfaces of your back and slid it up from your stomach and up around your neck. A smirk was plastered on his face as you looked at him in his eyes. "How do my fingers feel around your delicate skin."

"Good." He moved your legs up in the air and positioned them on his shoulders. He pulled his pants down and since your underwear was still off from the library he rubbed his tip against your opening and inserted himself into you. Your head went back as a huge moan left your mouth.

His strokes were slow which was suspicious to you. So the urge to just say something was getting to you until he placed his hands on your cheek and pulled you close as your mouth was open and spit into your mouth. You were surprised but intrigued.

He took his hands from your cheek and did two deep strokes into you where you could feel every inch in your stomach. As he saw your face and you gave him the look of nothing but lust in your eyes he pulled out just before you were about to get your orgasm and flipped you over.

"Getou what the fuck!" He went close to your ear and whispered "Shut the fuck up and take this dick you whore." You obeyed what he said and you arched your back face down ass up. He placed his hands on your hips and put his dick into you and began to give you backshots.

The feeling of your ass hitting his chest gave you a new sense of pleasure you thought you wouldn't feel. Getou began to speed up his speed and loved the way your ass jiggled as he was in you. Getou slapped your ass as a punishment for fucking getou when he wasn't around. "Aah, more." He seemed confused but since you liked it he continued and each hit made you wetter for him. You could feel yourself about to cum and he loved the sounds that were made as you were covering his dick in your white coat.

Getou's moans were deep but attractive as you heard the pleasure he got from being in you. "Fuck, y/n I missed this." He pulled out of you and just as he was about to cum on your stomach you turned around and crawled towards him. Your fingers wrapped around his shaft and you began to jerk him off while looking into his eyes.

The demanding look he gave you previously changed as he was submitting to your every movement. You placed your lips on the tip of his dick and began to insert his dick into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down while moving your hand up and down his dick. "Ahh" the sounds of his moans motivated you more to make him fill your cheeks up.

The pace you were going went faster and you could see his soul leaving his body. The veins of his dick began to poke out as he was getting hard and was about to reach his limit. He placed his hand on your head and tilted it back so you could look him in the eyes.

"Y/n is it okay if I thrust a little?" You nodded as his dick was still in your mouth. He began thrusting and tears filled the brim of your eyes as you felt him go deeper and deeper in your throat. A whole load of spit left your mouth each thrust and covered his lower torso. After three thrust he tilted his head back and filled your cheeks with his cum.

You swallowed each of his kids and Getou saw the tears in your eyes with the little smile you gave him. Pulling you close to his face he wiped your tears off with his thumbs and kissed your lips and looked you in the eyes and said.

"Don't forget you're only my whore"

#anime smut #anime x y/n #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #geto x y/n #geto smut #getou smut #jjk geto #nova writes 🪐#getou suguru smut #smutshot

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rumblelibrary · 4 years ago

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Hello 👀❤️

So... I don't know if this will work or not, but I thought why not, I send it in... And if you don't like it, that's completely fine ❤️🔥

I really like how you write the characters' mind... What they are thinking or how they act... I was thinking, maybe a new mechanic (Reader) at Ferrari (yes, it's a Niki Lauda fic, you know me❤️🔥) who is really shy, but very good at their job, and Niki likes them and he is an asshole with everyone (which is normal from him) EXCEPT with the Reader... And like... Maybe at first he doesn't realize this, but then he does, and gets all conflicted like why is he getting soft suddenly, out of nowhere... (It is obvious, but not for him)... I'm curious how you would see this, write this... The ending of this story is up to you ❤️❤️

Love you ❤️🔥👀

What Is This Feeling [Niki Lauda x Mechanic!Reader]

Word count: 2.5k Warnings: lot of swearing by our favourite Rat King Author’s note: Niki is quickly turning into my comfort character to unleash my sass, thank you for giving me the chance to write him!

Part 2

On your first day at Ferrari nobody took you seriously, but to be a mechanic wasn’t exactly typing letters, it was not a place where somebody high up in the ranks would set a lover to give her some benefit and a free pay check.

You didn’t talk a lot, you stood your ground from the moment you put hands on any part of the car, but you weren’t exactly the chatty type and, being the only woman, it took you time to be allowed to the after work beer, to the birthdays and all the balancing that came with a good team spirit.

In a world full of bias about women, you were spared thanks to your abilities and knowledge. Or maybe, because the mechanics team had someone bigger to fight: Niki Lauda.

To work with him was thrilling, but stressful.

He would walk in at any hour of the day, break some egos, pile up an amount of changes that to make a brand new car would be a faster option.

You sat on the floor beside the baby, yes baby was the car, it wasn’t like you had to stay on the floor, there were more than plenty working stations, but it felt more comfortable for you: it gave you the chance to stand and look at things from afar, you were in need to touch, to understand, to put things together. It was your skill, but also your curse, because it was hard to gain yourself a space on the floor in such a fast paced environment like the one at Ferrari. You were working on the ignition when he stormed inside, the soft chats died fast and the noise of the radio was the only thing left, but he didn’t seem to mind the effect he had on people.

In a couple of long steps he was in front of one of your colleagues.

“What is this?” The man looked down to his sandwich like it was self explanatory, but the following silence brought him to answer “my lunch”

“Nice” Niki said, his lips curling downward in a very sarcastic amusement “well, take your lunch out of my garage because I don’t want your crumbles in my engine” he hissed picking the crumbles that effectively fell on the working table and sprinkling them like salt on the man’s face.

The man frowned and left to eat outside and avoid to punch him as Niki proceeded to his next victim.

“And you call this a design development? I call this dog shit”

“If this is a well done job, I’d better retire already before I get your good job to crack my skull open”

“Just begin again, don’t even ask”

“Are you sure you don’t work for McLaren? Because by the quality of your work I am starting to wonder”

One after the other all your colleagues fell under the axe of Niki’s commentary.

Nobody was spared, it was a butchery.

“So? What is this?”

You looked up at him as he towered over you, Satan himself would be less scary, and probably less attractive, to your eyes. His standing figure with rebel curls and his Ray-ban glasses in his left hand, the polo shirt under the fancy jacket, even his bad character gave him the edge so many men more conventionally attractive lack.

“I am working on the ignition” you said as he bent down crouching beside you as you showed him, his cologne filling your nostrils like the best smell your nose ever encountered.

“Okay, in what way?” He asked resting his elbows on his knees.

You gulped softly “Well, I am trying to experiment if I change this in here” and you pointed to a section in particular “maybe the car will have a better performance at the beginning of the race”

“Have you considered that it could over work the battery?”

“I did, but I wanted to see if I make here something like this” and you took a little tube showing how you lace it around the section “if I use this to push the cooler to work into this part as well, we might avoid over heating”

He listened touching his chin with the edge of his glasses thoughtfully.

“Give it a try”

He just said standing up.

Your colleagues looked at you shaking their heads as he turned around and everybody looked down to their tasks again, so then he left.

______________________________________________________________________ This wasn’t the first time, he wasn’t letting you do things he didn’t approve, but he always listened to you, he advised you, and the harshest thing he said was probably “I think you’re not looking at the bigger picture”

Nobody commented on it and beside some joke here and there, the little preference he had over you seemed to pass unnoticed mostly by him.

“You know, you really need a girlfriend” Clay, the other driver of the Ferrari alongside him, said during some tests.

Niki looked at him.

“Why? Do I look like one that has to fuck a woman to be fine?”

He laughed as Niki was always so overaggressive “No, but you treat everyone like bullshit beside the new girl, so you either can be an asshole only with men or your seduction technique needs a real check”

He frowned, eyebrows furrowing together as his lips parted in disbelief

“You nuts”

“Maybe, but I haven’t heard you complain about her as much as you complain about the rest of the world”

He shook his head “You are just letting you Italian genes getting your head stupid”

Clay laughed at him nodding knowingly “Sure, sure” he patted harshly on Niki’s back knowing how much he hated to be patted around like that as he moved to talk to one of the mechanics working on his car.

Niki crossed his arms resting against the wall of the garage, his eyes instinctively looking for your figure finding you to one of the working table writing down some notes over the changes applied while looking at the projects.

His eyes dropping on your ass like it was the first time he checked it, realising it wasn’t the first time he mentally noted it.

Well, he couldn’t really say you were unattractive, or not his type, or a good mechanic.

His thought process was suddenly interrupted as Clay himself approached you and you moved on side showing him the papers you were just writing on.

He nodded and said something to you, his hand casually resting on the small of your back making Niki’s jaw almost snap for how much he was gritting his teeth.

You shuffled on side avoiding the touch with a casual smile, but Clay kept talking to you and from afar Niki saw him say something and wave his pointed finger between himself and you. You shook your head and smiled turning down whatever he just offered with all the politeness you had, Niki pursued his lips slightly in amusement for his best girl’s behaviour.

Wait a second. Best girl?

He glared at Clay that smirked at him from afar, a big ‘I knew it’ smirk on his lips.

Niki bit the inside of his cheek not liking it.

He was with you like with everybody else, what the hell.

Niki ignored you all day, when you showed him something he himself requested to be shown, he shuffled away, when you handed him something he was looking for, he looked for it somewhere else, he just wasn’t meeting your eyes and hell and thunderstorm fell upon anyone that even tried to engage a talk with him on that day.

“I can’t with your boyfriend anymore, I swear” one of your colleagues muttered to you.

“He is not my boyfriend”

He looked at you “Then he’d better be soon, maybe he’ll chill out”

“Are you even paid to stand and do nothing?” Niki shouted from afar and you two parted ways faster than two kids smuggling candies during class. ______________________________________________________________________

The next day was the judgment day for all the changes done on the car, your nerves were cracking as Niki arrived in his driving suit and your eyes immediately snapped a mental photo on his figure.

Did you ever went home wishing to have his company? Yes.

Did you ever wondered if he was so aggressive ever in the intimate times? Way too much.

Did you have any chance? Probably no.

You let out a big sigh as your colleagues reassured you “Hey, if it doesn’t work we either get rid of the rat or have some more time to work on it” he joked but you didn’t feel any better.

Niki looked up as he noticed your worried look, your lips nibbling down on your lips, your foot tapping rhythmically and nervously, the sudden instinct to lean his hand on that waist of yours, to rest his leg beside yours to make it stop that nerve wracking dance, to forbid your lips any more damage not caused by him.

All of that crowded his mind and he growled tiredly.

Stupid Clay, with his stupid theories.

He finished getting ready and put on his helmet settling down in his spot rolling his shoulders back, he needed to focus.

The head mechanic came over him repeating all the changes and just annoying the hell out of him, he is not always around the car only to check you out.

“When you're done telling me what I know, tell me something I don’t, I beg you”

The head mechanic did a big effort not to spit into his face and just left him waving his arms in the air.

You touched on your forehead nervously, if you failed it would show in the timings or maybe the car won’t even start.

You looked at him, seconds before he pulled down the dark lid of his helmet, his dark eyes so focused a shiver creeped over you.

You gasped as the signal was given and the car started.

Your fingers finding their way to your mouth as you nibbled your skin.

The car was fast, that was sure, you leaned beside the head mechanic that was taking the time. You breathed heavily, your mind going through all the changes you did, all the small settlements, the little details.

An eternal list that kept repeating itself.

Then the question as he was halfway through the leap, what if you disappointed him?

What if he asked you to be sent away?

Then you looked down to the chronometer, he was already almost two seconds earlier than usual.

A smile started to grow on you, the excitement filling your veins.

The sound of the engine roaring beautifully, you made it!

Then it happened, some smoke raised up to the sky, one of the wheels snapped, the breath died in your throat.

The car flexed on side but Niki controlled it and guided it against the sandy side of the track that slowed it down until it stopped.

“He was breaking his record” the head mechanic sighed “now he is just going to break our balls”

Niki moved out of the car throwing his helmet on the ground pushing off roughly anyone that tried to help him or check if he was hurt, some of the mechanics moving to the tow truck to recollect the car, Niki moving past you, his face tense and his posture of someone ready to snap some necks. You didn’t see him for the rest of the day, nobody talked about him, nobody mentioned anything as the storm will fall on all of the team the next day.

Now it was the head mechanic to face it for all of you.

______________________________________________________________________

That night you stayed over time, the other colleagues told you to just go home, to not let the thing sink of you, to look at it with fresh eyes and all those circumstantial phrases people gift you when they try to cheer you up.

As always on the floor, you had now the chance to spread the pieces out, collect them into branches of types and use. You pulled closer your notebook writing down the ideas and things to remember to check, the image of Niki almost crashing gutting you even if you soon realised it wasn’t your change that set off the wheel, but it was part of the cause, the car was now too powerful and the stress on the suspensions was deadly.

You yawned lightly pulling a catalogue of replacements parts trying to find the best mix you could manage, but you surely had to make up something about it. You didn’t expect to solve the problem or to find the solution for everything with a creative twist, but to, at least, plan a sequence of possibilities to present to your chief the next day.

A hand slowly leaning a mug of steaming coffee beside you.

You looked up to find Niki there, another cup in his hand, those messy curls calling to be touched, his impeccable style always winning you over with a dark turtleneck and his tweed jacket.

“Found the problem?” He asked sharply as always.

He was surprised to see you there, he spent the rest of the afternoon after the malfunction with the head mechanic and some of the administrators as he needed a solution in time for the upcoming race.

So he decided he couldn’t trust their promises and reassurances, but take the matter in his own hand, for a change. But when he arrived he saw the lights still on and you there. He was almost tempted to leave, it wasn’t a good moment to screw things with one of his most talented mechanics.

But you, again, were so into it, you looked so beautiful with your working jumpsuit and the hair messed up nibbling on that pen like it was a matter of life and death.

He couldn’t just let you stay so beautiful and alone, who knows who could approach you.

You nodded “I think so” you said showing him the piece, he leaned his head on side studying it

“May I?”

You nodded as he took off his blazer before joining you on the floor, he crossed his legs, your knees touching as he stole those papers from your hand.

“Signal to the administration this night shift, or they won’t ever pay you” he muttered without looking away from the papers.

You smirked “I know, but it is more a matter of principle than money, I didn’t like the heart attack you gave me today”

You were surprised by your own words, maybe it was because you really were over caffeinated or just realising how it was the first time you were alone and how you felt comfortable around him. No, not comfort, it was trust, you trusted him.

He looked up from the papers up at you, he didn’t replied to your comment straightaway, he let it sink in, he let your presence sink in.

A one-sides smirk appeared on his lips

“It is going to be a long night, then” Tagged @cazzyimagines @lieutenantn @handmaiden-of-mischief@thesunflowersutra Let me know if you want to get added <3

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The Kickback

summary: What happens when your long-life crush's secret is discovered? In hopes of not wanting him to find out, what do you do... nothing.

pairing: dk x female reader

genre: fluff, slice of life, crack lol.

warnings: profanity

word count: 3k

a/n: today is my birthday and I wanted to share this one that has been in my drafts for so long. this campus life is stressful but I’m finding time to upload here and there. I hope you enjoy and have a great day/night. Much love from Babytaes! :) Also I really didn’t read this over sooo... if it doesn’t make sense. Take it up with corporation.

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“Dear diary, I saw my crush today. I saw him in the living room after my brother invited him over with another friend. It's not as if I'm scared of him. I've spoken with him numerous times. I mean, I'm almost fluent in his language, lol. Seeing him and hearing his boisterous laugh was still entertaining. I'm wondering if he'll be at the kickback this weekend; if so, maybe I'll have the bravery to approach him. Okay, goodbye journal, love y/n.”

Your life consisted of short, insignificant interactions with him; however, when you had a crush, life was exciting and unpredictable. Since you're so near to him on a daily basis, your crush increased exponentially as you couldn't control your intrusive thoughts.

Yes, you did think of him, probably 25/8. It's not like you didn't know him, but you only knew the head version of him. And we all know they could be two different people. So the only thing left to do is keep it secret.

It's impossible for your secret to come out when you're the only one who knows about it. Right? Unfortunately, this isn't a movie, and your secret was revealed, and the perpetrator was none other than your arch-nemesis, Boo Seungkwan.

Okay, not quite that far, but you and him frequently collided because you and him could never agree on anything. He's just Boo, and he has his own behavior category.

He was the second-to-last person you wanted to find out about, after your crush, of course. From this point on, your life was not going as planned.

Your secret would never be revealed to Lee Seokmin, and you would do anything to protect it.

“What are you doing?” You leapt to your feet as you hurriedly closed your diary, terrified of prying eyes.

You rolled your eyes and stuffed your journal into a drawer with random papers, saying, "Shit, why don't you ever knock."

“Well, this is my shared dorm, and you're basically free living here,” he chuckled. You gave him a sidelong glance.

He was right.

“Is that a way you treat your twin? Is it now.”

He strolled away, completely oblivious to your yelling, and into the kitchen.

“Shut up, and get your ass out here we have to go shopping for the kickback. If you’re not out in 10 I’m leaving your ass.”

Great sibling love, what more could you ask for. As much as you know that this is the way he expresses his love, you still got up and started getting ready for the day despite his warning.

Amidst your constant disagreements with him, you still loved him. The only problem was that you had to keep your love interest hidden from him. You could see it now and the big brother trying to protect and all that annoying shit.

You were old enough to take care of yourself and you didn’t want unruly men to ruin something that you wanted for so long.

“Coming, if you leave me, I'll tell Mom.” And I think we can all agree that I am the favorite twin.” As he slammed the fridge door shut, you could hear his huge scoffs.

You hurriedly grabbed your purse and beanie as you dashed for the door, laughing at his tantrums. He had a habit of leaving you behind.

We will not speak of March 5, 2017.

“Hey, wait up,” you said as you ran to his car and jumped in before him, grabbing the aux before him.

He started the car and sped out of the dorm parking lot on his way to the store, saying, "You're such a pain in the ass."

“Oh, don't act as if you don't love me.”

“Whoever said I did must have lied to you. Mingyu laughed as he accelerated through Seoul's crowded streets.

The jokes, the laughter, and the love were all part of the experience of living with one of the biggest Kpop groups.

You wouldn’t have it any other way!

While listening to your playlist, the song "Come to You" perfectly complemented the mood.

You smiled as you passed many streets and watched the busy lives of many different people. You could say you had an imaginative mind.

We arrived at the store a long way down the road, grabbed one of the carts, and proceeded to a separate aisle of the store.

Buying stuff was always expensive with a party of 13 and more friends on the way. Almost everything had to be doubled, and the meat had to be tripled. When throwing a party, everyone is required to provide a dish.

You didn't seem to mind; after all, you weren't paying, so you just chilled on the cart while you watched Mingyu placed the goods in neatly.

You told Mingyu to grab a specific chip as you walked to the chip aisle, and he furrowed his brow.

“What are those? I've never seen them before.

"Dokyeom likes them," you blurted out without a second thought. As you mentally processed what you had said, you stared at him with wide eyes.

Shit.

“When they're not there, Dokyeom and Soonyoung get upset.” You shook your head and scooted by him, tossing two bags into the overflowing shopping cart.

“Oh-okay I guess you can get them.”

As you pushed the cart toward the cashier, you mentally slapped yourself in the face. You were certain that you would not crack.

The ride home was silent as the only noise was the continuous taps from Mingyu's fingers on the wheel.

Mingyu called wonwoo on his phone as he drove up to the dorm and asked him to help with the groceries.

As you heard Mingyu pout over the phone, he refused, and not even minutes after, wonwoo is strolling down the driveway on his way to the car.

“You shouldn't even have picked up I know I wouldn't" Wonwoo pushed your shoulder and chuckled at your humor. “I know”

“Heyyy I'm right here,” Mingyu began to sulk as he observed his sister speaking without him.

You and wonwoo both chuckled as you gathered your belongings and began walking away from Mingyu.

---

The days went by slowly as you reached the door. It was time to leave the house. You grabbed a jacket and purse. Today, the boys went to Hybe for a quick practice session before heading out for the weekend.

Because you are such a good friend and thoughtful person, you decided to buy them a few drinks as a gift. It wasn't anything special, you didn't want to see anyone, noo.

It took some time to order everything, especially with the large number of 13 items. Since you've known each other for most of your lives, the drinks on the list haven't changed. Ice Americanos and Frappes were the most popular drinks.

As soon as you arrived at the Hybe building, you swiftly grabbed the bag containing the drinks and proceeded to their floor. You finally made it to their practice room after thanking the employees for their assistance.

Slowly pushing the door open, you drew the attention of almost everyone as they turned to face you. As a number of them raced over to you and took the beverages from you, smiles crept across their faces.

As they sipped their drinks, the room was filled with thank yous and hellos.

The voice of an angel said, "Thanks again, y/n." He gave you a short smile before returning to his practice. Oblivious to people around you, words spilled out.

“Fuck, he's so attractive.”

“Whose good looking?” As you slowly turned around, you heard a voice speaking to you from behind you.

Fuck

It's Boo Seungkwan. He smiled at you as he grabbed a drink from your hand. He cocked his head as he sipped it, and his eyes widened.

“Don’t tell me you said dokyeom is good looking, no fucking way.”

As you coughed to relieve the high tension in the air, you started to mentally sweat.

“That's insane, I said the room was in good condition," you said as you slapped his shoulder and shook your head.

Come on, y/n, that didn't even make sense.

“You know you're not going to fool me, y/n?” Afraid that someone would find out, you dragged him into a back room and locked the door behind him

“Shit..shit..shit. If you tell anyone, I swear I'll -

Laughing, before raising his eyebrows after taking a sip of his americano, he cut you off.

"You're right, this is important information. But you already know that I'll keep my mouth shut about the situation. I don’t even know what we’re talking about right now.”

Seungkwan heard dokyeom announce that practice had resumed as the door opened. Before he left, he smiled at you and waved goodbye.

“Y/n and dokyeom in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. As you were about to leap across the couch to silence him, he jumped up and ran out of the door laughing.

All of a sudden, your mind was filled with confusion and paranoia.

It became increasingly difficult to watch them practice as the session progressed. Your thoughts were not positive, and your attitude was slowly deteriorating.

Imagining the worst-case scenario. You paced in the back room when you heard a knock at the door. As you mentally prepared yourself, it caught you off guard. While walking side by side, Hansol and Seungkwan were whispering.

“Did they know?” You didn’t want anyone to find out so you ran, and didn’t stop running. To avoid society, you hurried out the door after saying a quick goodbye to the boys.

The goodbyes were not even heard as you hurried out of the Hybe parking lot without looking back. In a small group, information spreads quickly. And he was bound to find out.

Flushed and worried, you staggered into the dorm room. You knew your secret was going to get out eventually. In the case where Hansol and Seungkwan knew, Joshua is likely to know.

And since Joshua is close to the older boys, Seungcheol and Jeonghan know. The news would then spread to Hoshi, and then the entire performance team would be in the know.

The only remaining candidates are Mingyu and dk. If Mingyu finds out, it's game over for you at that point.

There was no point of living any more. Having completed a full loop of the house, you had come to your room for the final time. You slowly melted to the ground and fell out.

Dokyeon is more likely to know if Mingyu knows.

"What went wrong?" Unable to control yourself as you rolled around the floor, you erupted into a tantrum.

You sat up and shook your head, "I'll just have to leave the country," you said. "Man, you're so smart. Your plan y/n is fantastic."

You ran to your room, grabbed your suitcase from your closet, and began tossing things into.

No need to pack everything since you were only going to be gone for a year. As soon as your adrenaline slowed down, you began packing.

(A few hours later)

You were relieved when your clothes fit into your luggage when you had finally done packing. You were on your way now, and as long as it wasn't here, everything was good.

“Ah, I figured it out; now let's book it.”

When you approached the door, you unlocked it, and we were greeted with a pleasant surprise.

You walked up to the door and opened it, where you were greeted by Mingyu and his gang. Outside the door, you could see him, hao, dk, and wonwoo. They stared at you as they looked you up and down, perplexed as to why you appeared to be departing.

“Um, what is going on and where are you going?” Mingyu reacted with a rejoinder of his own.

Your throat felt as though it was clogging up, and you began sweating furiously under your armpits. Thank god for hoodies.

“Well, I was simply going to visit a friend's house,” you explained.

You knew he wouldn't believe you; he knew most of your friends, and they didn't live that far away for you to be carrying that much.

“First, that's a lie, and second, I need to speak with you, so your "buddy" will have to wait.” You sighed and closed your eyes.

Your escape had to wait.

Mingyu took your suitcase and slid it near the door, while the other members shuffled awkwardly into the room. While the other lads sat in the living room, Wonwoo went to his room.

“Maybe I could escape now?”

“What did you say y/n?” minghao said as he glanced at you.

You waved your hand in front of them and did a walk of shame to your room as you physically and mentally prepared yourself for whatever Mingyu had to say.

So much for your crush now.

Mingyu sat on the edge of your bed, arms crossed, staring at you.

“Sit down, he patted the bed on your side before lightly coughing.

"Some rumors have been going around, so I wanted to clear the air."

Seeing what he was about to say made your heart race, and you couldn't take it any longer. Does anyone else hear their loud banging, could Mingyu hear it?

You leapt to your feet and shouted at him before apologizing on your knees.

What a sight to see, a grown ass woman on her knees apologizing to her twin brother.

“I apologize; I should have told you first, but I was afraid you'd tell him. That's why I kept it a secret and plus dating a member of seventeen. That's dangerous enough-“.

Mingyu's "WHAT" cut you off.

You came to a halt as he got up, slowly staring up at him.

“Wait, weren't we discussing my crush on Dokyeom or something else?” Worries began to creep in as sweat began to accumulate on your brow.

“What the fuck, you have a crush on do-?” you exclaimed as you jumped to your feet and tackled Mingyu to the ground.

“Don't say it so loudly; he'll hear you.” As Mingyu began to pace around the room, as he pushed you off of him.

You could see his anger as he panicked, and his small rage tantrum was truly uncomfortable because he couldn't communicate his ideas to you because he was afraid of his companions' sensitive ears.

He pointed to the door and said, "Wait, so you do have a crush on him." You sighed, shaking your head.

As he walked away from you, he had another outburst.

Everything is now turning to shit, this was your only chance.

“I have to escape” you said as you dashed out the door and to your suitcase. Mingyu was standing behind you, staring at you in terror.

It wasn't in the plan for you to fall on him, but it was still nice. Focus y/n.

“I’m sorry, dokyeom; it was my fault. I didn't realize you were there. “Are you okay?” As you extended your hand to him, you pushed yourself off of him.

“Yeah, I'm OK, are you okay?” he asked. You've had quite a tumble.”

“Yeah I’m good, I live with a clumsily brother so I’m fine”

“Hey!"

You swiftly let go of each other and placed your hands behind your back as you became embarrassed.

“Hey, Seungcheol texted the group chat and said he wants to go out to eat. He said whoever can come.”

The boys instantly got ready as they wanted to eat, food is a great scapegoat. As you saw them exit the dorm, you took a step back and found your way back to your room.

“Is leaving still an option?” you murmured into your pillows, plopping your exhausted body on your bed and overthinking life.

---

You rolled over and looked at the clock, which reads 9:30 a.m.

You turned over in your bed, unable to yell, and trudged to the bathroom to make yourself presentable.

“What have you gotten yourself into, y/n?” You stripped off your clothing and stepped into the hot water after turning on the shower.

You didn't spend much time in the shower, but today you were engrossed in how your plan had devolved into this ordeal.

Resting your head on the tile as the hot water traced down your back, you contemplated on what the HELL you were going to do.

*BANG BANG*

“Y/n hurry up, we have to prepare.”

Hearing Mingyu's voice drew you back to reality as you turned off the water and got out of the shower, unlocking the door and letting him in.

“Hey, no snarky remark?” he said as he watched you walk to your room with your head down. You ignored him as you closed the door and prepared for the party.

It didn't take long for your calm disposition to be noticed, since you were the outspoken one. Even if you tried to fake it, it didn't work out.

You grinned as you walked through the background of Seungcheol and Jeonghan shared housing, looking at the celebration.

There were groups of people near the pool, at the grill, and even by the chairs, as you could see.

“Hey, bring the food inside; I'll take the meat to cheol,” mingyu said, shaking your head as you picked up the bags and headed to the kitchen, where you recognized some familiar faces.

“Y/nnnnnnnnn, heyyyyy, I’ve missed you.” When you saw her, you put the bags on the counter and hugged her, smiling into her embrace.

“It's great to see you again, yeji; how are you and the rest of the group doing?” Are the others here?” As she led you back outside, she interlaced your hands in hers.

You saw dokyeom and a few other people descend the steps before you left, as he waved and gave you a quick glance.

As you reach for a drink from the cooler, your heart begins to race. Something had to be turned off if you wanted to make it through the night, and this was the only way.

You took a sip and coughed loudly as you followed Yeji to the poolside.

It was going to be a long night for you.

---

As you and a group of individuals began to dance uncontrollably, the effects of the alcohol in your system began to show as you staggered to the grill.

“HeEeeyyYY, Wheeeere d'ya think yeeeeer goin’?” you slurred, jabbing a finger into seungcheol’s back

The other members laughed as they glanced at you, plainly detecting your intoxication.

“I forgot how drunk you can get, so why don't you take a break,” your overprotective brother says, making you scream within.

He always did this.

Gerroff me!” you said. “I’m ash sober ash ’m gonna git. And nuffink I - wait wait wait - nuffink you can do ‘boutit.” As you ambled back to the kitchen without so much as a hiccup in their direction, they laugh.

As you struggled to reach the door, you fell forward and were grabbed by a hand. As he lifted you from your imminent doom, his hold felt warm. With your eyes enlarged, you focused on the individual and stared at his face.

As you grabbed on to him, your words tumbled out of your mouth, “Ohmygoshimsosorry.” He drew you closer to him by taking your hands in his.

Saying your heart was racing was an understatement, it was literally pounding out of your chest. You were hand in hand with your crush, who you believed was exceptionally attractive and talented, and you wished he knew more about your sentiments or could somehow fill them.

But you know no huge idol like him would go for you. Feeling that made you sober up real fast as you felt your arm being pulled upstairs, you had no idea where you were going but it looked like someone's room.

Dokyeom eased open the door as he sat you on the bed and went to get some water from a little fridge. He handed it to you and sat next to you.

“Thanks”

“No problem, also I've been trying to talk to you all night but you appear to be occupied.”

As you took a sip of water, your heart began to beat faster; “waitttt, we donthavetotalk. Let’s dance! As he chuckled at your erratic movements, you began to wander around the room, pulling your hands into yours.

The alcohol was definitely making its way out of your system.

As he spun you around, his body in tune with the music, the bass of the song could still be heard. Even though this felt like a dream you didn’t quite care at the moment. Was it because you'd finally met the boy from your dreams, or was it because he wanted to meet you in person?

Your connection with him got stronger by the second, as did your heartbeat, which began to rise steadily with it. You couldn't keep stalling any longer; you needed to listen to what he was saying.

“I think I'm sober up for now,” you said as you let go of his hand.

Dokyeom chuckled before tossing his head back, “I didn't realize you could move like that” he said as they sat back on the bed, a little closer than before.

“I guess I learnt a few things along the way when you're friends with the best dancers out here.” As you finished your sentence, he peered into your eyes, making no sound as the room fell silent.

“Soo, what did you want to talk about?” you awkwardly state to relieve some tension in the air.

“I don't know how to explain it, but I kind of heard your "secret" as it passed through the practice room, and I simply wanted to be the first one to tell you about it because-

Your heart stopped pounding as your world came crashing down around you. You didn't want to hear it; the rejection; you'd rather live in your fantasy world, where you don't have to worry about anything. It wasn't true if you didn't hear it.

“Wait, if you can't reconcile those feelings, don't say anything; just let me go.” They're probably curious about our whereabouts anyway.” And with that, you stood up and walked towards the door, but you were pulled back by his hand.

He kissed you as swiftly as his hands linked with yours. You were taken aback at first by his passion, but you regained your calm and reminded yourself of what was going on: he was really kissing you, and you were really kissing him, and the rest of the world was inconsequential.

You were chilling on the outside while shouting for joy at the top of your lungs on the inside, as if your inner child had been set free. You had to be sure if this was a dream or if it was happening in real life.

“Ouch”

“Why did you do that?” Dokyeom asked as he gripped your arm in his.

“I had to double-check that I wasn't dreaming; this isn't the first time something like this has happened to me.”

“So you're saying I've been in your dreams?” he laughed as he cocked his head to the side and placed his hand in yours.”

You smacked your forehead and shook your head, realizing you couldn't get out of this one, and now he knew you fantasize about him. You didn't mind because the lad of your dreams was right in front of your eyes.

AND HE WAS HOLDING YOUR MF HAND. It was clear that your diary needed to be updated.

Stopping at the door, you placed your palm on his chest and worriedly stared at him.

“Wait, how did you find out?”

“Well, a tiny birdie was chattering loudly about it, his name rhymes with coo,” he said as he grabbed your hand in his and opened the door and began the walk downstairs.

“Fucking Boo Seungkwan”

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fabricated-misslieness · 4 years ago

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pairing: chūya nakahara x lazy male reader

req: yes | wc: 1.87k | cw: nsfw, size difference, praise kink, biting, blood, dirty talk, belly bulging | minors dni

anon: Hi! I was hoping I could get a smut for chuuya if you could make it kinda of a part two from the other chuuya fic u have and if u can could u add a size kink and a praise kink if so thank you so much!

a/n: you thought the demon was a himbo, ha!

"You know these don't tend to last long." You send the man pushing you against the wall a wink, making sure he knows you're still top. Chūya chuckles in response.

"I'm prepared for that." Chūya gives you a smirk. You don't know it, but he doesn't mean it. He hopes it is only your sheer amount of power that attracts him to you, but he knows it's not true. He really isn't that keen on having this be a one time thing. He rather it be a long, loving relationship, keep it lasting for as long as he can; if he has to teach you commitment, he will.

You raise an eyebrow for a minute, judging his composure. "Mkay.. good. You need me to lift you, though? You're quite a way down."

Chūya huffs and rolls his eyes. With you, he's heard something along those lines about a million times. He can't control his height and he certainly can't control yours. Jeez, it's as if you were a giant. If you and him stood next to each other, he'd look like a child, not that he was that much taller than a child anyway.

"Oh shut up with that… but yes." As much as he didn't want to admit it, even though it was very clear, he couldn't kiss you from 'all the way down there'.

"Thought so." It's the shit eating grin on your face that makes him regret this. "Hold on to the horns will ya? You'll need the support."

"Doesn't bother ya?" Chūya asks, doing so anyway. They feel rather tough, like how he imagined crocodile scales to feel. Your wings, on the other hand, weren't as he'd imagined them to be. They felt like leather, despite the fact they looked like rubber. He couldn't fathom how hot they'd be in summer.

You shake your head, in turn moving his arms. "Nah. Anyway, what do you think about the fangs?" You momentarily open your mouth wider to show him. "Would you rather I don't bite you or I do?" They're not as sharp as say, a vampire or a werewolf, but they could definitely puncture.

"Maybe test them first?" You know, what he meant was that you bite his finger, or something, not his neck. It definitely stung, but it hadn't punctured. He was sure if you hadn't controlled your strength, he'd bleed. He hissed at the pain. Though it was nothing he couldn't handle, you'd taken him by surprise.

"My bad, precious." That was a new nickname. "What do you think? Did you like it? No judge if you're into it." The mention of a biting link made him think of some past lover with said kink. It sort of made him jealous.

"What if I find your sweet spot? Would that persuade you?" You bite his neck, finding the spot that made him moan. "Knew it. They're usually there." He hated the way you rubbed your past lovers in his face. In time, he'd make you forget. He was sure of that.

"Well?"

"Okay.."

"Would you look at that?" Chūya couldn't focus on anything right now, the pleasure, and pain, was too much. You would pester him for how long he took to adjust for sure. "I'm balls deep in you and I can actually see it." He hadn't registered that first part until now.

He looked down to see his stomach clearly bulging. He laughed at the sight of it. You were really a giant, in more ways than one. It was kind of.. hot though. The size difference was already turning him on, at this point it was a lot.

"Sexy." You remark, licking your lips. If it weren't for your dick, he would want that tongue in him.. again. "Can you even talk right now?"

Chūya chuckles, fixing you with a playful look before pulling you down by the horns. "Of course I can." He whispers in your ear.

"Good." You move the slightest bit, though to him it felt more than that, which urges a moan from his throat. "Although I'd like to see you try when I fuck you with no mercy."

Chūya is flustered to no end, but as the competitive guy he is, he can't just back down, even with your dick inside of him. "Is that what you say to everybody? 'Fuck you with no mercy'? How about 'fuck you 'till you're begging for hell?'"

You smirk, shaking your head to mess with his arms. His hands were surely indented with the pattern of your horns by now. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Are you ready now?" You were going to nag him about the time, just like he'd predicted. "You've been sitting on it for so long you could call it cockwarming. But maybe you're into that, haven't discussed the deets just yet."

"What can I do?" You laugh. "Your dick is big, you said so yourself."

"Then the details. What do you like?"

"P-Praise." He's a little nervous to admit it, what with the fact he acts like a tough cookie. He had to build up some courage for this moment.

You shift a bit as you think about it. All of a sudden, you start moving slowly. It's still quite a bit painful for Chūya, but your praise makes up for it. "You're doing good, baby." Your rough voice along with the way you grip his hips with your claws sends chills down his spine. "Just a bit more."

You chuckle, toying with the idea in your mind. You thrust a bit more, barely even containing yourself with how horny you are, before stopping to ask. "Like that?"

He had bitten his lips to keep his moans from coming out; he'd nearly drawn blood "Yeah, yeah, just like that." If his eyes weren't shut so tightly he'd be so much more flustered by the look you're giving him.

"Think you're ready yet?" The impatience was clear in your voice.

"Mm, yeah."

Your thrusts are slow at first, as a precaution. It was a wonder how you hadn't started going fast, though. You'd been in him for so long without moving that the impatience and anticipation were building up.

"You can go faster now." You smile, but you don't speed up, which confuses him. He was sure you wanted more, so why didn't you give him more?

"How much faster?" It's only now that he realizes it's a cheeky grin.

Your sultry eyes seem to enchant him, making him unable to think properly; well, that and the thrusting. "I don't know."

"My terms, then." He doesn't like the sound of that. Luckily, you catch onto his uneasy look in time to reassure him, but your words don't do much. "Don't worry, you'll be just fine."

There's no warning after that. Your thrusts are quick and hard, just how you like them though only a little less than normal. After all, you'd gotten from, say, a 1 to a 7. Since when did you start calling your thrusts like a vibrator?

"You're doing good, baby!" He didn't know why, he did but he didn't know now, but he thought you'd sound more sarcastic.

His grip on your horns loosen and his arms feel weak. Just how vulnerable did you make him feel? He couldn't hold back from letting out a loud, high-pitched moan. It caused you to laugh, which he hated since he knew you were about to tease him. "High-pitched, just for me?"

He rolled his eyes at you, maybe a little bit because of pleasure, responding just as quick. "I mean you– oh! Holy shit!" He was interrupted by his own moans.

"What was that you were going to say?"

"Straying from– ah shit! Shit shit shit!" He repeated. That chuckle of yours made him realize you'd been hitting him hard on purpose to tease him. "Straying far from," He stops himself from moaning by biting his lips momentarily. "p-praise here."

You almost pout when he finishes his sentence, but you nod. "Right, sorry, precious~" You basically purr. “You’re taking my cock so well. Are you ready for more?”

“What?” You’d only just changed pace, so why would you- “Ah! Fuck me..” You hadn’t even given him time to answer, and you didn’t mean to either. This pace was the fastest, and roughest, Chūya had ever felt before, and god, did he love it. He could barely even form words, apart from curse words that were oh so familiar. The only thing that left his mouth were moans and he couldn’t even bite his lips.

“Mm, can’t talk anymore?” You weren’t really good at praise, were you? Well, it was new to you, since most of your lovers turned masochists at the sight of you. You didn’t make them, they just did. smug hoe

His arms, tired and a little sore, fall from your horns and grip your wings, which are wrapped around him. It causes you to hiss, but it’s a mere feeling in the back of your head from all the pleasure you’re getting. “Careful with those, darl.” You say with a chuckle. “You can’t break them in your state right now, but they still hurt.”

“S-Sorry.” He manages to say, continuing with moans afterward. They’re high pitched, most of them, as much as he tries to at least make them a little lower.

“Oh? A word?” Your smirk is as much a nightmare as it is a dream. He wants to punch it off your face but also kiss it off your lips. “Right, right, praise. You take me in so well~” Chūya just barely manages a laugh.

“Ah, fuck!” Chūya shouts. He can feel himself getting closer and closer.

You smirk, moving to his neck, kissing and nipping. Your fangs sting his neck everytime you bite down, but you make sure to control yourself. Though sooner or later you’ll bite him and draw blood, it’s only inevitable.

“Go on, baby. Come loose for me, let me feel your seed on my abs.” You move to his ear, whispering and licking the lobe.

Your words are what sends him over the edge of bliss. His seed spills all over the both of you, which is a turn on for sure; it moves with his constantly bulging belly.

You close your eyes when you feel yourself coming closer. Instinctively, you move to his neck, giving him a harsh bite, which makes Chūya groan. You couldn’t control yourself from not biting him, even when his neck is already littered with other marks. Blood drips from the wound, two small holes.

It’s only when you go over the edge that you apologize. You move off of him, pulling him on top of you instead. He snuggles into your body, hissing in pain. “Sorry.” You move your wings to wipe the blood away.

“It’s fine… well, not really, but eh.”

You chuckle, keeping one wing on the wound and the other over the top of you. “I’ll make it up to you later.”

The promise of another time is reassuring, whether it be sexual or not, though he rather it be a date. He likes to know he has a little bit of a chance.

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