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goodbye isn’t for forever

(al haitham x reader, zhongli x reader (separate)

༻ part 2 to take it back༺

al haitham ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

It's been two weeks since you’ve left.

The once lively apartment Al Haitham had taken for granted was no more, it was far too quiet for the scholar.

The silence was far too loud. He couldn’t concentrate on his work.

The same work that had led him to push you away.

He’s seen you around of course, he checks up on you and makes sure you’re doing well through mutual friends or passing by shops/places you’d both go together.

He hasn’t slept properly since you’ve left, he doesn’t remember the last time he was alone in bed without you next to him.

He thinks back to the times you’d wake up at night and get him from his study, dragging him to bed because he has to be up at the crack of dawn because you wanted him to sleep, because you cared. Now he’s stays wide awake, not worrying about work or other matters for once, instead he was worried about you.

No one has brought it up to him though, they couldn't.

He thought he was hiding it well, keeping it masked under his unrelenting face but the emotions he felt were being shown through his eyes.

During Al Haithams meeting with Cyno he was stammering, taking one too many pauses because he couldn't concentrate on anything. Cyno merely eyes the two wedding bands linked around a silver chain sitting on top of the scholar's chest but says nothing of it, well that is because he already knows.

“Have you tried talking things out? He looks like shit.” Cyno sits next to you, handing you a bottle of water sighing when he sees the corners of your lips tug down at the mention of Al Haitham.

“I can’t, after what he’s done. What makes you think that he wants me in his life anyways? Look, he was the one who threw his wedding band at me. I didn’t do it, he did.” You lay your head on the table huffing as Cyno sighs again.

He doesn’t like seeing you this way. He’s not the most fond of Al Haitham but seeing him down, with an expression other than a punchable face, it actually makes Cyno feel bad for him. You both being this torn was more on you guys than you expected.

“You miss him, you miss him more than you're letting on. From what I can see he misses you too.” Cyno leans back on his seat, you slightly turn your forehead on the table to glance at him, seeing that knowing look he always wears when he knows he’s right.

“Y/n, for as long as I’ve known Al Haitham I’ve never heard him stumble on his words or look worse than now. You might not accept that because yeah you’re right it is his fault. Everything he’s said and done to you isn’t excusable by a long shot but if he really truly meant it, he wouldn't be beating himself over it this bad.” Cyno explains, putting his hand on top of your head and ruffling your hair making you grumble and turn away.

“I’m scared, we’ve been together for so long, married for just as long and for him to do that I- I can’t just let it go so easily you know? He’s probably held it in for so long and he finally spoke the truth, what if I’ve been a hindrance this whole-“

“Stop.” Cyno clicks his tongue, making his hand into a fist and softly bonking your head.

“You always do that. Don’t be so hard on yourself. Listen, you said it right now didn’t you hear? You’ve been together and married for so long, don't you think he would’ve told you beforehand? If anything you made him more tolerable, he seemed content and happy with you. But right now he seems lost.” Cyno removes his hand from your head and crosses his arms.

“But I did something just as bad Cyno I took mines off too.” You turn your head to face Cyno again, feeling your voice crack just remembering how Al Haitham’s face looked completely horrified when you did that.

“Go home and you’ll see. Go home to him y/n he’ll have it waiting for you I can guarantee.” Cyno smiles at you knowing look in his eyes, he knows Al haitham wants you home just as bad, he’s keeping your ring on him for when you do come back.

Your chest feels heavy, your hands are sweaty as you stare at the familiar wooden door to your shared house with Al Haitham.

It’s only been two weeks, it feels like forever since you've walked out. You didn't even bother getting your things.

You raise your hand and hold it up, contemplating as to whether or not this was a good idea. But you feel your knuckles tap against the wooden door a few times and freeze, holding still to hear any movement from within.

Nothing.

No footsteps, no moving, no talking.

You do it again only to get the same empty response.

You feel your stomach drop.

Is he ignoring me? Did I really mess it up? Why did I leave like that? You feel your eyes burn as you continue to state at the door, mind thinking the worst.

‘Y-Y/n?” Al Haitham whispers from behind you.

He blinks a few times, making sure he's not hallucinating. There's been a few incidents where he thought you came back home a few days ago and it wasn't you, he didn't want to get his hopes up.

You blink at the door and hold your breath, slowly turning your head to look back at a distraught looking Al Haitham.

You open your mouth to say sorry, to apologize for leaving him when you should have just talked things out but nothing comes out, instead a small whimper escapes as your vision gets more blurry. His eyes, the look in his eyes made your throat swell. When you first met him it was so hard to read him, to tell his emotions but the look in his eyes right now says everything.

This tears Al Haitham from the inside out, his long legs walk up the small step to your house and he opens his arms as he nears you immediately wrapping them around you and pulling you in close, his eyes blown wide.

“It's you- you're here I didnt think you were- I thought you weren't coming back.” He exhales a shaky breath as he brings you closer, one hand cradling your head and other pulling you up from your torso.

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for what I've said to you. It's inexcusable to say it's because of my work when you were just trying to help, you always do and I need that, I need you here to keep me grounded to keep me sane, you're anything but a hindrance, you help me in ways I never thought anyone could. Please stay. Don't leave me again.” he pulls back, hands moving to hold your face as he rests his forehead on yours.

“I will marry you over and over again if I have to prove myself.” one of his hands moves from your cheek, grabbing your hand in his and placing it on his chest where the necklace with the rings are.

“Haitham I'm sorry I left you alone I should've just listened.” you grab his hand that was holding your cheek, closing your eyes at the warmth you've missed so much feeling the tears you were holding slide down your face. Al Haitham only shakes his head

“Don't apologize to me. No one should have to hear that. Be treated that way, especially you.” he feels his hands shake slightly, with you in his hold. He feels like it's fake, like it's another one of the dreams he's been having since you've left him like he's going to wake up and you're still going to be gone.

“Please don't leave me, I need you home to keep me grounded. I missed you more than you can imagine.” He hugs you again, pulling your head into his chest and closing his eyes.

Throughout all the time you've been with him you've never seen him so on edge, look so scared. Let alone be this affectionate, you can feel it in the way he holds you , the way he speaks, he truly feels bad for what he said and done. Though you still feel torn, hurt from his actions you know you can't leave him again as you've missed him just as much.

As he holds you close, breathes in your comforting scent that he's come to love so much he vows to not take your caring for granted, that he needs you here more than anything. That he isn't himself without you.

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Zhongli left, he’s gone.

You’re more than sure he’s moved on, found someone better who manages to actually care for their own well being and who doesn’t stress him out too much the way you did.

It’s what he deserves, anyways all you were doing was weighing him down, putting him under constant stress and worry to the point he couldn’t take it anymore.

It’s you, you’re the one who pushed him away the only good thing you had going on is now never coming back

Though he's been gone, Zhongli kept his word, he’s kept an eye on you since the day he left you.

A whole year had flown by agonizingly slow. It was driving him crazy as more time passed he grew worried you didn’t want him back.

During the duration of the year he’s noticed how you care more about your well being more. You took a break from adventuring and weren't as reckless. You started to work at your fathers local bakery to get back on your feet as you recovering from your injuries, Zhongli was relieved.

Though you seemed fine on the outside you only grew to despise yourself more than you ever had before since he’s left. You knew you didn’t deserve him and having him leave just proved your hurt heart more to that fact.

Zhongli kept his word, still watching over you from far away places, making sure to keep out of your line of view but more than anything he wanted to go back to you, wanted to go back home with you where you both belong.

The year with him gone was a process, one that took your mind into a very dark place.

You were hurt for so long, then you grew angry only for it all to ball up into self hatred.

During your time away from him you’ve reflected, taken care of yourself physically but mentally you were drained, it was constant nagging going on. Zhongli would be the one to quell those thoughts but you only had yourself, it was getting harder as days went on.

“I can’t stand seeing you beaten and bruised yet you are all the time.”

“You’re too much for me to handle.” Zhongli sighs, finally having enough, leaving his wedding band behind and walking out the door, never turning back once.

You shoot up from bed, looking around the room as you try to regulate your breathing, seeing the sun peeking in through your curtains.

Your hand reaches over to the ever so cold side of your bed and you're thrown back to reality. You mind immediately fogging with thoughts you don't want to hear.

You were in a constant brain fog, always lost in your own thoughts.

To the point it was was starting to become a problem, you weren't aware of lots of things most of the time. Not paying attention to certain things that could easily turn dangerous.

You got ready for work as usual, made your way down to the bakery, your mind racing a thousand thoughts per second.

“Hey y/n right?” A regular that you see buying bread at your fathers bakery stops you just blocks away from the bakery.

You turn around and he walks closer to you, greeting you with a smile.

“Good Morning.” you force your lips to turn upwards.

“Your father told me to tell you to pick up some things from my house for ingredients before you go in, it's just down the street.” he points down the road to a small house by the mountain.

“Alright, I'll go grab it right now. Is it a lot of supplies?” you ask, walking down the path thinking nothing of the situation.

“Not much but I think you’ll need an extra hand if anything.” The says, following a few feet behind you, looking around the surrounding area.

Zhongli was on his usual morning stroll, passing by your fathers bakery to make sure you get to work safe when he sees a random man stop you.

He stops walking when he sees you walk the complete opposite way from the bakery, following the man down the road. He feels a familiar feeling rising in his chest once again, your putting yourself in situations you don't see are clear signs of danger.

“Yeah, I'll help you bring them back up, it's just a few bags of flour and sugar right?” you ask, the man only hums in response, walking slowly behind you. You don't think about it, instead you continue your regular pace, already dreading the day ahead of you. you know you won't be able to concentrate much already feeling drained from getting up from bed alone.

Though it was morning, the end of the street was oddly quiet for this busy part of town.

Every stall around here is usually set up by now.

You near the small house and walk up the porch, turning and waiting for the guy behind you to open it though you notice his whole demeanor change. He was much closer now looking around him before looking back at you, reaching in his pocket to grab his keys.

He walks past you and unlocks the door holding it open, mentioning for you to walk in first, so you do, hearing the door behind you close and the sound of clicking, like he was locking it behind him.

“Why're you-”

“I brought them, our deal is done.” the man clears his throat, looking directly behind you.

You freeze, looking at the man with wide eyes when you realize what he said. Feeling the hairs on the back of your neck stand as you slowly turn around seeing a group of treasure hoarders standing directly behind you.

You start to back away, reaching into your pocket and getting the small dagger you carry but feeling someone grab your arm before you can pull it out.

“No no no, don't play dirty now we just want to talk. Your father makes a good amount of money in this town, he'll surely pay a good ransom to get his precious kid back now, won't he?” a treasure hoarder laughs, squeezing your wrist making the dagger drop from your grasp.

“My father pays for my brother's medical bills. Please don't make him pay for something he can’t afford. I have money, you can take all mine and let me go. I won't say a thing.” you look at the treasure hoarder standing in the middle of the room and hear his laughter boom through the small house.

“You’re kidding me right?” his hand brings up the ax he was holding and takes a step towards you.

You don't want this, to make someone else suffer because of you. Not your own family after they are already dealing with so much.

Zhongli waited a few minutes by the house you entered and saw no sign of you coming back out, he didn't want to interfere. He has no right. He's been so scared to go back to you, he regrets leaving. He knows he shouldn't have done it that way, he should've stayed, helped you another way. He doesn't think you'd want him back after so long, he has no right to be checking on you. You've probably well moved on.

But he can't help but worry, still check on you because he still loves and cares for you, just like he said he would the day he married you. But he left you, walked out the door, left his ring but worst of all left you all alone.

He feels something off though. From the looks of it the man you were talking to wasn't someone you knew personally, he could tell from our body language, the way you distanced yourself from him. If it was a friend of yours or someone you were close you’d look more relaxed and wouldn't be so tense or distance yourself so far from them when talking.

They're taking too long. Are they ok? Zhongli thinks, eyeing the small house. Contemplating as to whether or not he should go and check.

“Listen, your father gives us the money for you and nothing else got it.” the treasure hoarder leans down to your height and you narrow your eyes at him.

“My father won't give you a penny understand? Do your worst.” You dare the man in front of you seeing his smile drop.

You stay still, seeing a small open window to the right of you from your peripherals. The dagger you dropped right next to your foot.

“You testing me kid?” the treasure hoarder steps even closer making you shrink into yourself.

You quickly duck down, sweeping your leg under the mas feet and grabbing the dagger next to you hearing a thud, you don't even turn around as you hear multiple footsteps closing in as you run to the window, your arms and torso getting out before you feel a pair of hands grab your leg.

You feel your body get pulled back in instantly, your body hitting the ground with a loud thud.

“Donp tugh mi (don’t touch me)!” you try to scream but a hand muffles you before you do.

The loud ruckus alerts Zhongli and he doesn't even take a second to think. He's outside the door in an instant before his brain can register what he's doing.

A soft knock at the door stops everyone making the guy on top of you press his hand harder against your mouth.

“Don't think about it.” he looks down at you, voice dripping with malice.

Another knock at the door and the man on top of you signal for his subordinates to stay quiet.

Zhongli was giving them a chance to prove themselves but the second time he knocked and no one answered he had enough.

It grew completely silent, the sound of footsteps walking away was heard before the door and its hinges flew into the house.

A familiar silhouette stood in the doorway and you couldn't blink, you had to be hallucinating now.

Why is Zhongli here? How did he know I was here? Your mind halts seeing his eyes glow gold.

The man on top of you was thrown off in a second as a flash of gold passed by you, the other men being knocked to the ground seconds after as everything slowed down your eyes following the gold flash going across the room.

Everything goes quiet once again. The treasure hoarders in there were now all on the floor knocked unconscious as Zhongli stood in the middle of the room, chest heaving up and down as he glares at the foolish mortals who dared to try and hurt you.

You slowly sit up and back away, not really knowing what to say to him because why? Of all time why is he here? How'd he know you were here?

He hears the floor behind him creak and turns, golden eyes narrowing at you until he comes to realize it's you, you're ok.

When he broke the door down and saw the man holding you down his mind went into autopilot, he hasn't acted out on emotion in so long, it took over him before he could control it.

“Why're you here?” you ask, looking away from him grabbing the dagger and putting it back into your pocket.

He steps forward and you step back, the anger you've been holding back is starting to surface.

“Why did you follow him? Do you trust this man this much to have him bring you here and-”

“Dont, I don't need another lecture from you.” you almost laugh. After all this time away this is what he starts with?

“Yeah I know, take care of myself, work things out, I remember trust me, after all that's the last thing you told me before leaving remember? Right now I don't have time to hear it, I have to go to work.” You don't even bother looking back at him as you walk past to leave.

“I'm sorry.” He stares at you as you stop, seeing you shake your head and look down.

“I shouldn't have left you alone, it wasn't a good way to prove myself, I just wanted you to-”

“Zhongli please don't….” you sigh, feeling the heavy feeling settling in your chest, turning to look back at him, your eyes widening when you see one of the men he knocked out get up behind him.“GET DOWN!”

Everything moved too fast, your legs, the man behind him, but Zhongli didn't move fast enough.

Old habits die hard. You feel tired from everything, thinking too much, getting up today.

Zhongli feels the weight of your body go limp as you fall forward an arrow sticking out of your back, the man he had knocked out earlier standing directly behind, wide eyes looking up at Zhongli as he realizes who exactly it was.

“I didn't mean to get them. I wasn't going to hurt them. I swear, please don't hurt me.” the man coweres as his legs give out under him. Zhongli only stares down at you in his arms, seeing your eyes fighting to stay open.

“You're going to leave again aren't you?” your voice cracks and Zhongli feels his breath hitch, the pain in his heart worsening, you think he'd leave you alone like this?

“I'm not leaving anytime soon my love, just give me a second and i'll take you to Dr Baizhu right now, whatever you do dont turn around and keep your eyes open for me.” He picks you up, carrying you to the corner of the house facing you away from the man behind you, leaning down and giving your head a kiss before standing back up.

It all feels like a dream, this can't be real, you feel far too sleepy for it to be.

Zhongli summons his polarm and stands back up, slowly walking to the man who hurt you.

You couldn't do what he wanted again, you tried but your eyes keep closing from sheer exhaustion, the last thing you heard before completely blacking out was screaming coming from behind you, the same flash of gold blinding you once again before you felt your own body go limp, succumbing into the darkness.

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authors note: hello lovelies!! ◝꒰´꒳`∗꒱◟ ohmygoodness I’m so sorry for how long I took to write a second part to this T~T I’ve just been pretty busy but I’ve been getting more inspo for more stories that I’m so freaking excited to share with y’all! :D but alas part two of take it back is here! I had to make zhongli’s part angsty and another open ending- IMSORRY ik I need to stop LOLOL but I do hope you all enjoy and that I wrote it angsty enough for y’all (some of y’all told me to make it more angsty LMAOO you all like getting your feelings hurt just like I do >.< please make sure you are all taking care and staying safe ^~^<3 (this isn’t edited so apologies for any errors!!)

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JOEL MILLER

▹ late spring, f!reader — you and joel didn’t exactly see eye to eye, but things have started to change, at least for you. [2.2K words]

▹ the gold, f!reader — you don’t like the person joel’s become. [2.1K words]

▹ i’ll be brave, platonic!f!reader — an infected attack leaves you fragile, in more ways than one. [2.4K words]

▹ i am good, platonic!f!reader — joel finally sees the darkness in himself reflected in you. [2.4K words]

▹ the crooked kind, platonic!f!reader — you were sarah’s best friend, and you reunite with joel years after outbreak day. [2.5K words]

▹ the tunnel, platonic!f!reader — joel gets hurt, and in the face of losing the only person you have left, something inside of you breaks. [2.7K words]

▹ to an empty house, niece!reader — tommy hasn’t been your dad for a very long time. [3.0K words]

↳ something is rotten, niece!reader — part two, arriving in jackson brings painful feelings, and even worse conversations. [4.0K words]

▹ so far from it, platonic!f!reader — you get yourself into some trouble, luckily, you know who to call for help. [2.3K words]

▹ all my faith, platonic!f!reader — joel and tess raised you, in a moment of anger, he nearly loses you. [5.3K words]

▹ if the door wasnt shut, platonic!f!reader — months of travelling with joel and ellie come crashing down on you, the fear is suffocating. [5.1K words]

↳ i would let you in, platonic!f!reader — part two, after being abandoned in jackson, tommy and maria take care of you. joel and ellie’s return hurts far more than their departure. [7.5K words] ↳ lock it when you leave, platonic!f!reader — part three, tensions rise in jackson, leaving you scrambling to find your place. [6.9K words] ↳ check under the doormat, platonic!f!reader — part four, settling down fully in jackson means new friends and more patrols. what could go wrong? [9.7K words] ↳ you’ll find the key, platonic!f!reader — part five, after feeling hopeless, you decide it’s time to heal [10.5K words]

↳ please don’t lose it again, platonic!f!reader — a what if one shot, the aftermath, set in tlou part two [2.7K words]

▹ the world is brighter, platonic!f!reader — joel is trying to be someone he’s not. [13.0K words]

▹ weight too heavy to hold alone, platonic!reader — joel’s life in jackson is much more complicated than he thought it’d be [4.0K words]

↳ hoping there’s somewhere to go, platonic!reader — you try to navigate life after the rejection of the only family you’d ever had [3.9K words] — Recent Work!

▹ break beneath the weight, platonic!reader — joel struggles to deal with someone who isn’t as emotionally constipated as he is [3.9K words]

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▹ forgive the sea, platonic!reader — after a trip to the outside world, you come back different [3.0K words]

▹ when the sun goes down, platonic!f!reader — joel doesn’t talk about you, until he does [3.6K words]

▹ the sun was collapsing, platonic!reader — joel thought you moving to a college halfway across the country would be the worst thing to happen to his family [6.6K words]

▹ fight the tide, platonic!reader — you face the consequences of going to seattle, set in tlou 2 [3.3K words]

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▹ joel’s place, platonic!reader — you visit the cemetery [2.2K words] — Newest Work!

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SPIDERVERSE

▹ is it freedom?, platonic!reader — after losing everything, you struggle to accept the one thing you needed all along [8.0K words]

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Somebody that I used to know.

Request made by @white-00-7

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!reader Summary: Old friends turned into lovers under very distressing situations. Warning: Blood, Adam, violence.

After the Axe-man terrified the streets of New Orleans, there was the butcher of the bayou. A cannibalistic maniac, known to left no “crumbs” of their victims, so to speak. You knew that by being hunting season, he may be on the woods alongside you, what you didn’t counted on was the creep following you, rifle in hand.

A rustle was heard in between the bushes, you aimed at the bush with confidence, thinking it was probably a deer or a duck at least, the creep making haste to do the same, to your head. “Come out, come out” you whispered to yourself, seeing brown hair and antlers, there you shoot.

But the thud was lighter than a deer’s.

Moving the bush you saw a smiling man, “Holy shit!, no, sir, I’m so sorry, don’t die, help please!” you cried out, but as you turned around the lights were off as well. The sound of the trigger on the creep’s rifle was the last thing you heard.

The free fall was the least of it, but speaking of thousands of meters high, one does not think about the fall but rather the impact. However, it wasn't so hard for you, for the poor bastard under you, it was.

"Get off me!" he managed to throw you off his back, “I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to land on you” he dusted himself off as he regained his composure, clearing his voice when he noticed you were a woman.

“No, I apologize dear, here, let me help” He offered his clawed hand to yours, only by then both realized they didn’t looked like humans no more, “Interesting” he muttered, pulling gently on your arm.

He was looking at his new self when he heard a sudden laugh, “What’s so funny?” he questioned, then you pointed at yours and his little tail, “They’re so fluffy” he wasn’t so enchanted by the cutesy fact.

He was a deer, a white back at that. You on the other hand were a red one. A stag and a doe, how fitting both lifestyles of pride, more than anything.

“Why are you down here, dear?” you thought about it for a second, pride and rebellion was your first thought, then your taxidermy hobbies, “All I can think off is that poor man I killed as of a few minutes now, I mistook him for a…deer” he took a second to think about it, the click that made him stand up was a riffle trigger, your weapon.

He laughed, "You killed me," he continued his laughter, he took your arm to start walking towards the city, "I must say, my dear, that of all the evils in this world, you are the only thing I didn't think would send me to hell" It still made him laugh, "And it's even funnier that they killed you almost at the same time you killed me, life is a great irony" he smiled, one of the sweetest smiles he gifted you.

Now, don’t get him wrong, he was mad out of his mind, also slightly scared, not that he would admit that. Though the warmth of your arm linked with his brought him an anchor like feeling.

 After a few years of living together, Alastor disappeared without warning. "I will become stronger, soon the citizens of hell will know of my power” He used to take his place at your side and daydream about greatness and have everyone's respect, more fear than respect though.

“I will be able to protect you" that sentence lived rent free in your head, his voice a mere echo in your memories, after seven years you almost didn’t remembered his face anymore.

Alastor took care of the most bloodthirsty so that you didn't have to, without him there, you had to take measures into your own hands. The Pride Ring came to know you as one of the best snipers, the Overlord Ghost Shot, your elemental power to control the air could make your bullets fly up to lightspeed, also take away the oxygen off your enemies lungs.

You build up a company off the souls you began to own, you provided the fabrics that boosted businesses like Velvette’s or Rosie’s, known for the good quality and resistance. You didn’t worried yourself with planned obsolescence, there’s always a new design and a new trendy style that makes people keep buying.

And giving the amount of violence, clothes get ruin almost every day, Never in all the years you have been in hell have you been short of money, you managed to get a suite apartment in your own district, near the Morningstar district.

Eighty-four years of having Alastor by your side, and he just disappeared like he didn't care. Not a note, telegram, letter, anything in 7 years.

Until one afternoon when you received an invitation to an emergency meeting, it seems that Adam the first man brought forward the extermination half the time, having six months of preparation. Not one year you’ve lost a soul, but you weren’t going to start now.

“Asano, I need you to begin the preparations of the bunker, the winged rats will come down on us sooner than anticipated” you had souls knocking on your door, practically begging to make deals with you, giving that in exchange of their souls you provided safety, free housing, and a quality of life no other overlord did.

Although at the beginning some sinners wanted to abuse your good will, since you are a deer demon they tend to look down on you. They didn't find it funny anymore when they started to suffocate. Word on the street is that the air gets thicker when you’re in the room.

“I have the technical revision of my company Milla, if your plan is to arm yourself to fend off the attack don’t count on me, I have bigger priorities” Carmilla was one of your dearests friends, you made her gears laced with angelic steal fibers, and in return she updated your riffle, also gave you bullets made of angelic steal.

“I’m not saying we should, all we need is brainstorm a plan to lose as few souls as possible” she heard you made a pensative hum as she watched the overlords take their seats on the table, “You don’t wish to hide like we do, though you’ve lost more souls than I have over the years, so, do whatever you think is best, I’ll help if you want to listen for once” you hung up before Carmilla made herself aware of Alastor’s return.

 You didn’t owned a television, so Vox’s lovers spat never reached your way, and on the streets of your district no one really cared of other overlords, knowing they were under your wing.

"Y/n dear, how about you stop by the tower? They opened a new cafe on the corner, I bought cream cake and the tea that you like, it’s been a while since I saw you" said the letter that you received along with a new cell phone, Vox was more like a stone among the demons that courted you, and even though you sent his electronic junk broken back to his office, he didn't stop insisting.

“I’m so glad you came, how are your preparations for the extermination?” you brought the tea cup up to your lips, “It has been rather sudden; however I have managed to mobilize things on time, how about you?" he cut up a piece of cake, just as big as he knew you liked, “Oh we are fine, we aren’t the target anyway” your ears perked up in interest, his grin grew bigger on his face as he noticed.

“The princess is trying to redeem sinners, have you heard?” you nodded, “The Radio Demon is helping, but as useless as he is-” you began laughing, “The Radio Demon? What kind of pompous prick is named like that?” then sipped on the tea, “You know, Alastor” but as soon as he uttered that name, you choked on your tea and stormed out of his office.

And thank goodness, the air was too thick to breathe, Vox was having issues with it until you left.

“Mimzy, we know you’re in there you lousy bitch!” you heard the loan shark yell towards the  ‘Hazbin Hotel’, trying to knock the door down with a pry bar. “Gentleman, you’re in my way” you spoke, seeing a green glow wrapped the building.

“Not to mess with the Radio Demon!” taking another puff of your cigarette you watched the ten stories tall face of a man you used to know. A smile you didn’t recognized, stitched on the sides, holding his smile up. As soon as he finished eating the sharks he stopped on his tracks, merely centimeters away from your body.

“Y/n?” his distorted voice spoke in utter disbelief, “Good day Alastor, it’s been many moons, don’t you think?” He was frozen, the cute little deer girl he left all those years ago was nowhere to be seen. Replaced by a woman, wearing a dark black attire and tired eyes.

"Y/n, long time no see" he had to shift his voice a little, Charlie and the rest were right behind him inside the hotel. His chirp tone making it seem like he didn't disappeared at all, was a direct stab to your heart.

"You look..." you didn't know anymore, "Different" eyeing him from top to bottom with a disgust grimace in your face hurt him beyond his understanding, "Yes well, I told you I would get stronger" his eyes were different, they were empty.

"I see that, have a good day" you turned around in your heels ready to walk away from the place, "Y/n wait, that's it?" He was hurt? Why did he felt the audacity to pretend to be the victim when you were left behind.

"What else you want me to say?" Since he left, you stopped being joyful, the killing and the merciless torture you went through did that, and it was all his fault.

"A warmer welcome would be nice" you took out your rifle then shoot his shoulder with a dull bullet, "Warmer than that?" It didn't bleed but it hurt, so much it made Alastor take a few steps back.

"Alastor!" The princess cried out for him, "What do you think you're doing?!" Her little horns and red eyes made you snicker a little, "Is this what you've been doing all these years? Help this little girl with her hotel?" Alastor stood up, making seem as it didn't hurt at all, "Now, now Charlie, all is fine, no damage done" she tried to worry about him but it was no use, "Who is Alastor to you?" She asked you, distorted voice and hair flaring.

Alastor had his eyes on you specially when you locked on his dials flashing on and off, "Someone I used to know” the pain was real that time, Alastor didn’t even try to hide it, “Y/n please, let me explain” a small laugh escaped your lips, the first smile he saw from you in a while.

“Not a note, letter, smoke signal, nothing in seven years” he tried to make up an excuse, but you didn’t let him speak, “I had to find out from Vox, and as distasteful as he is, at least is a true friend to be in touch at least three times a week” the fact he told you sent a holy bullet up on his pride, “I can’t explain” he went again.

“I-don’t-FUCKING-care” you accentuated every word, “Woah, what is going on here?” the one and the only Lucifer Morningstar came next to his daughter, wondering wat was taking her so long after she ran out.

“They know each other” Charlie waved her hand in between the two. “Lover’s spat?” he inquired mockingly, which you replied with a straightforward and cold “No” making the devil choke on some saliva, “Makes sense though, with a face like that” when Lucifer turned his eyes from Alastor to you he saw the end of your rifle, “First one is a dull, will hurt, the second a holy one, apologize” internally Lucifer applauded your bravery, so with a smile that reached his ears he uttered “I’m sorry Alastor, I didn’t meant to bring out the obvious”.

He made you smile, “Good enough” you put the rifle strap over your shoulder again, “I’m not going to apologize for that, by the way” he didn’t expected you to.

Alastor watched the scene with jealousy, as in less than two seconds of interaction you received Lucifer in a better way than him, you even smiled at him better than him. If he had a reason to be angry that was one. When you turned your head he noticed a burn on your neck, then he went down and saw the scars on your hands, maybe how many more marks you had on your body, experiences  that took away the innocent friend he used to have.

"You're thin, you don't eat enough or what? What happened to your teeth?" you started making questions that made Alastor sweat, “What is this Radio Demon shit? Who do you think you are, huh?" “Somone that will take you down if you keep at it” “Baby, we’re not at the same level, you are the lowest of the overlords”

“She’s right” “I haven’t lost a single soul in all these years, I can steal air from your lungs by just wanting it” he started feeling at loss of breath, his lungs compressed forcefully searching for oxygen, “I offered you my life, my time, my love” you straightened his bow tie, ignoring Charlie’s pleas for you to stop hurting him, “And you just kissed me, and early in the morning after, you took off, seven years without a single signal you were alive”.

“And now I find out that you’ve been here for five months already, not even once you tried to reach me” your hands palmed his chest slowly, your warmth poring through his clothes, “I have my territory delimited by a black line, if you cross it, I won’t be so nice as I am now” you hovered your lips over his, returning the air down his throat.

Lucifer whistled an impressed tune, “Y/n please, I can explain” he heard Alastor breathing rapidly, getting off Charlie’s support to try to get you, his knees stopping on their tracks due to the lack of strength left, “Y/n right? He looks like he wants to make things right, please give him a chance” she plead, it getting to your head very quickly, damn that puppy face.  

“Y/n please, tea and tea” he dared to say, bringing Lucifer’s attention, “What’s that?” he looked your way for an explanation, “It’s where we drink tea and talk” you thought about it for a second then looked at his eyes once more, “Someday, not today, you seem preoccupied” with that you took your leave, feeling your heart heavy and lonesome as you did.

It wasn’t until Extermination day, that from your balcony you saw the horde of angels drop on the hotel, immediately seeing the flow of Alastor’s dark magic being shattered by Adam. Almost out of instinct you ensembled your long distance sniper rifle, setting it on the edge of the rail, waiting for a perfect angle to make the winged rat fall.

 Suddenly Alastor few against the edge of the building, that’s when you shot, the bullet piercing the base of both of Adam’s wings, making him wince and drop against the ceiling in pain.

“Radio ain’t dead until I say so, asshole” you allowed wind to take your message, prepping another bullet in the chamber, aiming directly at his head, “Freaky face has a girlfriend?” he joked to pass a little of the pain, “Y/n?” Alastor whispered to himself, feeling the air shift around him, his body reappearing beside you after a swirl of air teleported him.

“When I get my hands on you-“ you didn’t let Adam finish, shooting the joint of his shoulder, leaving useless his dominant arm. “Y/n” that’s all Alastor could utter, seeing you so beautifully concentrated in your aim, “You think I’ll spoil it for Lucifer if I shoot him dead?” you gave Adam a warning shot on the leg, the next one being a holy one.

“Good riddance either way, mon coeur” he had carefully stood up, supporting his weight with a hand on the railing and another around your waist, “Oh never mind, six wings is beating the shit out of him now” you said a tad disappointed since your game ended, feeling Alastor hiss at his wound.

“Don’t touch it, let’s go, I’ll help” you sat him on your bed, helping him discard his clothes. “I’m sorry for leaving like that” he sounded so sad and weak, he was deeply angry at himself for how blind he was, for taking you for granted and abandoning you without explanations.

“It doesn’t matter anymore” you made haste to patch up the wound as best as you could, but there was so much blood blocking your way, “Y/n, please forgive me” he pleads as you try your best to stitch the would close, “Why do you care so much whether if I forgive you or not?” he cupped your face, a tenderness unknown for you, uncommon of him.

He wasn’t used to be gentle, not desiring to rip your flesh apart was new to him. Instead there was this fire that warmed him up from the tip of his ears to the tip of his hooves, “Because…I love you” that word felt right, as his hands  brought your hips closer to him, his thighs on each side of your knees, “The moment to say that, was seven years ago” you allowed your powers to wrapped his bandages in a perfect way, “I can make it up to you” he could think of a thousand ways to bring you back to him, unsure if in the way you were now, any of those would work, but he had the rest of eternity to find out.

“And who assures me that you won't disappear again? I felt so alone without you” his hands pulled down your hips, seating you on his leg, “Me, I promise you I’m not leaving you again, I can’t” you laughed, hands on his bare shoulders, feeling the thin layer of fur.

“Is it because now I’m powerful?” he didn’t expected you to think different of him, he couldn’t blame you, “No, because I cannot breathe without you, I missed you very much, mon amour” seven years of you in his mind, haunting him, missing the warm spot in his bed, refusing to sleep at all if it wasn’t with you.

“Please my love, my moon, my sun, my everything, let me rectify my wrongs” a chill it enveloped your entire body, “Or let your gun finish what you started” he reminded you of your set of words of earlier, his smile relaxed and lovely, “If you ever dare to abandon me again, I’ll prove that you in fact can die twice” your hissing at the last word made him sigh happily, then he moved to place a kiss on your cheek, inhaling your scent.

“You’re hurt” you whispered when his kiss traveled down to your neck, “I know, but I can bare it” you plead that he took a small time to rest, but he kept tightening his arm on your waist, then the other on the back of your neck.

When he licked the underside of your neck up to your chin, he suddenly winced, proving your point, “How about we try something else?” you saw him grin, he only did that when he had something on his head, “William found the bath a while ago” you saw the slippery friend crawl up the wall, a proud smile on his face.

“You sent him to draw a bath?” he chuckled, “I remembered it was something you fancied, the morning after us…” he remembered, you told him you wanted to wash his hair in the morning, but he left before even giving you an answer, “You know that means I’ll have to touch you?” his ears pinned down on his head so he could nuzzle against your neck, “Ever since that day, I’ve craved no one’s touch, just yours”.

His grin grew when he felt a certain movement against his forearm, “Damn thing” you cursed, “You’re not the only one” he was wagging his life off, he guided your hand to his lower back so you could feel him, “Sappy old man” you kissed his lips, “You’re not that younger than me” he continued the loving gesture, “The water will get cold” you heard the shadow groan thinking his efforts will go to waste.

“Let’s get to it then” you spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms, Alastor nearly passed out when you were massaging his scalp with the lovely scented shampoo, you told him you were never going to stop bragging about it. Then when it was your turn to get pampered, he couldn’t stop himself from kissing your shoulders, the back of your neck, arms, every piece of skin he could.

His hands just as yours were free to roam around, both delighting in the ministrations, to the point only moans of satisfaction were echoing in the bathroom.

“Just so you know, if you have a significant other, he’s dead, you’re mine now” you giggled at his possessive nature, now both dry but still naked on the bed, “Good thing I ended that relationship months ago” you sassed him, earning a small bite on your clavicle, “As soon as I’m better, I’m claiming you” his eyes shifted to have dials, “Sure thing, you have a lot of pain to make up for, ya’ know?” he knew that.

There were parts of your body that were burnt, others covered by patches made of steel, then there were the cuts, the scars, the lashes, everything he acknowledged it was his fault, “This, are they dead?” you shook your head, “Then my broadcast will have new voices” his voice took a low tone and the growl made you feel butterflies, “Thank you” you whispered, lowering just enough so you could have your head under his chin, legs intertwined, arms holding each other as close as possible.

“This is going to sound weird, but I’m glad I killed you” he let out a breathy laugh, “Me too”.

[conspiring-limabean]

EDIT: This post was made about the first wave of basic barebone copy-and-paste scams. It is now outdated when it comes to identifying REAL, VETTED gofundmes that exist

If someone sends you an ask asking for help in Gaza, look for vetting done by a real person (do NOT trust ones that simply claim they are vetted if you don’t SEE the vetting), and check that their gofundme address isn’t clearly publicly listed in some other place. Then reblog their post. And block writing-prompt-s or anyone else that runs actual genocide survivors off the platform with poorly researched scam accusations

original post:

so apparently the tumblr donation scam farms are moving in on Palestine; this includes both slapping basic phrases like "Free Palestine" into their blog headers, but also some of them go so far as to claim they are Palestinian refugees who need donations.

Here is your routine reminder that whenever you receive an ask in your inbox requesting donations, check their ass. 19 times out of 20 it'll be a brand new blog who reblogged a few posts to seem older than they are, is sending out spam asks to random blogs, and will be deleted in a few days once they've already scammed people.

Check their blog's age by trying to scroll to the bottom and checking the post timestamps. Turn on post timestamps by going to Settings > General Settings > Dashboard Preferences. On any device, you can also see when a post was made by clicking on the 3 dots at the top right of it. Scam blogs reblog an amount of posts to try to seem like they aren't brand new and pretend to have older accounts, and it’s very successful against people who don’t scroll down enough.

Check the location and area code of a PayPal link where/if it says something like country.x=xx. The xx will be a country code. Most tumblr donation scams are for some reason in the Philippines and will have the code PH. No I am not saying to distrust anyone in the Philippines who needs donations, but if a brand new blog is claiming to be a refugee in the Middle East but their PayPal link is from halfway across the world, then well...

Reverse-image search any of the images they use and find if it was stolen somewhere. Remember that these images are often edited to prevent people from easily doing this, and this is not reliable but can be an easy sign if successful

Be careful with blogs that request people send donations through "Friends and Family" on PayPal because you cannot refund money sent in this manner. This isn’t a dealbreaker as many regular users also request this to avoid fines, but is an addendum to scam blogs when enough other red flags are raised. It isn’t unusual for them to insist on receiving money through FaF to the point that some will refund money not sent through that manner to prevent accountability

Follow scam busting blogs like Kyra45 that might pull up evidence you otherwise would not have access to. I guess I'm going to start bringing back my habit of recording the exact paypal addresses that scam blogs use which has sometimes been the only evidence of a new donation blog being a scam, and no one would know this if I hadn't been tracking them

It is disgusting that people would take advantage of an ongoing genocide for their own gain. Please remember to keep an eye out for yourself and the people you follow reblogging suspicious donation posts trying to steal aid from people undergoing a tragedy

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Imagine demanding Luis to unlock your chains. When he doesn’t, you take matters into your own hands.

A/N: DID SOMEONE SAY PART 2 OF THIS PIECE?!

You did and I’m grateful for all the love that has been thrown for my work. So here’s me giving some of that love back. Hope you enjoy 🙏

Warning: SMUT AHEAD. Look away, minors! Look away! Avert your eyes from the sexual content! Shoo! Begone!

Warning 2: It’s quite long so mentally prepare yourself.

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“I still didn’t catch your name.”

The cheek on this guy. Using the fact that he holds the key to your restraints as a bargaining chip to become familiar with you. As if he hadn’t just forced you into a partnership with him already. The absolute nerve. You had more important things to do, such as finding Leon and the president’s daughter. And this Luis Serra was effectively wasting your precious time. Well, two can play this game.

You start by offering him an inviting smile before relaxing your hands until your palms pressed flat against his chest. The man didn’t seem to fully register your subtle movement until you slid them upwards, feeling the fine leather beneath your fingertips. The motion takes him by surprise, his eyes following your touch. He then casts an inquisitive glance your way.

“¿Que haces?” Apparently he wasn’t expecting this, convinced that you didn’t much care for him and thus was taken so off guard that he slipped into his native tongue. He must have remembered himself right after as he repeated the question, making sure that it sounded more direct. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” Voice comes out in a low, sultry drawl as you grip the lapel of his jacket with one hand, gently tugging at the material. “I’m about to give you what you want. But I’m going to need you to come closer.”

Once you were certain that you had his complete attention while also making sure that you didn’t lose yourself in the mesmerizing grey of his eyes, you make your move. With your other hand, as best as the chains allowed, you reach for the key that was lodged in the lock of your chains. Disguising your intention, you run your fingers down the expanse of his chest in an explorative manner. This earned an appreciative hum from the Spaniard as he leans his head towards you expectantly.

Too easy.

Mindful not to look down between you two so as to not give yourself away, you lean in as well while also blindly searching for the key. “My name is…” you whisper. His bated breath mingles with yours, the lids of his eyes heavy, grey growing dark in anticipation. Another inch from either one of you and the gap will close. Just as your fingertips touched the end of the key, something warm firmly grips your hand. A sudden chill runs down your spine.

You can hear the reverb of something between a scoff and a chuckle come from Luis’ lips. “Nice try,” he smirks knowingly.

With a strength that catches you off guard, he pushes you away from him. Key in hand. He flaunts the tiny piece of metal before swinging his arm as if he was making a play to toss it aside. In your panic, you jump towards him, shoving him off balance with your shoulder. He breaks your fall as you two tumble down together.

The man curses in Spanish from the sudden pain and you took advantage of this by quickly searching for the key. You spot it a bit of a ways above Luis’ head and use both bound hands to reach for it once more. The chain that links your wrists together are caught by a familiar hand and suddenly pulled down until your hands were restrained between your two bodies once more. You sigh in frustration and the man beneath you clicks his tongue against his teeth.

There is an amused glimmer in his gaze as he speaks. “The stubborn-type, eh? All this trouble over a name.”

You in turn throw him an annoyed glare. “I was going to say the same about you.”

Instead of showing offense, he laughs. “Perhaps we’re more alike than you might think.”

Rather than entertain him further, you try to wrestle against his hold. Luis seemed prepared for it this time, matching your strength, only he had the advantage as he had free reign of his arms and hands. One hand kept your chained hands between your chests, the other gripped at the bicep of your arm, effectively minimizing upper body movement. Out of instinct, you rebelliously wriggle with your hips and legs with the sole focus of getting off of him. However, the man’s longer limbs kept you caged against him and the only thing you managed to do was awkwardly seat your bottom on him, knees bent by his sides.

When you grounded down in your struggle, the man tensed below you. Thinking you have finally one-up him, you repeated the action and noticed he wasn’t nearly putting up as good a fight as he did before. This allowed you to sit upright, dragging his hand with you until his arm extended slightly, and you continued your efforts to be free of him.

Luis’ breath became labored. “Stop.” he commands with gritted teeth, his voice barely above a whisper. When you didn’t listen to him, he moved his other hand from your arm to your hip, squeezing harshly in warning.

“¡Basta! Stop moving!” he growls.

You bark back defiantly, “I’ll get off when you let me get the fuckin-“

That’s when you felt it. Or rather- him. A hardness pressed beneath your nether region. Despite the layers of fabric, there was no mistaking the telling throbbing pushing up against you as if demanding your attention below.

Your throat runs dry but your brain kept sending signals to your mouth. “Ar…. Are you-“

“Sí.” the man had a pained, conflicted look about him, a picture of breathtaking self-control as he kept his body completely still. His eyes didn’t meet yours, gaze locked upon where your hips met as if to keep himself in check and not allow his body’s desires to act out untowardly.

“Surely you know how the human body works,” he tries to sound clinical, face strained in vague distress, “and will not fault me for the involuntary reactions of mine. It already doesn’t help that you’re easy on the eyes.”

You should be chastising him for getting excited when it was neither the time or place and danger was surely around the corner, but bit your lip at your own wave of pleasure upon feeling his arousal pulse. A totally different kind of heat washes over you.

What do you do now?

Neither of you spoke for a moment, a tense silence settling in until Luis breaks it with a forced cough.

“Well, this is- uh, fun.” he says without humor. “Pero, perhaps we can call it even and stop the game here. ¿Sí?”

His words went in one ear and out the other. You were frustrated beyond belief. Fueled by adrenaline and temptation. There was no one around. And you have an impossibly handsome Spanish man between your legs with a hard-on for you.

When you didn’t answer, he spoke up again. “As much as I like this position, I must regrettably ask that you- Whoa!”

As best as you could, you shoot your bound hands straight up in the air. As he still had a grip on the chain link, Luis was dragged upright into a seated position from the floor and his face stopped right in front of yours. The movement caused friction in both of your sensitive areas, mouths could do nothing to stop the groans that escaped them. His eyes open to your heated gaze, confusion and desire swirling in the grey irises.

You breathe, “You talk too much, Luis Serra.”

And it was you who closed the distance. Teeth and tongue clashed in a new battle filled with pent-up energy and lust. Your mind quickly becomes hazy as you allowed yourself to be consumed in his emanating heat and musky scent. A nip at his bottom lip earned you an enthusiastic thrust of his hips, an appreciative squeeze at your bottom rewarded him with a carnal moan from your mouth. The only time you pulled back was for air and the man before you glances between your dazed eyes and bruised lips, hypnotized by your already ruined appearance.

“Are we, uh, still playing the same game?” His question nearly disarms you. You have a feeling he was really asking if you were of sound of mind about this. Your eyes roll reflexively.

“Really going to keep running your mouth?” You then follow up with a roll of your hips, the Spaniard throws his head back with a deep, guttural groan. Dark wavy locks brush against his cheekbones, eyes shut closed. With his thick neck exposed, you steal kisses along his sensitive pulse and stubbled jaw. Another primal groan vibrates from his throat.

“Eres muy mala.” Luis grumbles without a hint of disdain. Rather, when you finally pull back to allow him to look at you, you find him wearing that familiar cocky smirk. “But I must admit, I’m kind of into it.”

A charmer through and through this man is. His next move takes you by surprise.

He shoves you off of him.

As soon as you recover from your initial shock, the dark-haired man grabs you by the chain again and drags you to the far end of the room, further away from the key and exit. Using his strength and your own momentum against you, Luis tosses you forward. Your upper body lands right on top of a wide metal table propped against the dingy concrete wall.

He takes advantage of your momentary state of confusion by forcing your arms to extend towards the wall. It wasn’t until you heard the unmistakable click of metal did you fully regain your senses and look up to see what he did. The arrogant man used one of the wall mounts to lock your chains taut in place. He literally chained your chains. You’re caught in a trap again!

Just as you were about to curse him out, you feel something hard press firmly against your bottom followed by a pair of warm hands settling at your hips and the heat you didn’t realize you were missing came back in throes. You almost wanted to point out how unfair the shift in dynamic was, but all coherent thoughts were thrown out the window when he started grinding into you.

“There,” Luis hums at your apparent silence, “much better.”

Damn him. And he had the gall to say you were bad.

His movements were slow and methodical, like he was testing the waters to see if you were actually fine with this. Your pleased sighs were the signs he needed to continue and go beyond. Next, you feel his curious hands rubbing at your sides over your shirt before he lifts it enough to slip them beneath the fabric. Feeling his skin on yours sent chills throughout your body. His touch wanders, palming at your every curve, line, and muscle and you melted into his hands, encouraging his exploration.

The temperature in the room was becoming unbearably hot. As if hearing this thought, you were pulled up by your torso as far as the chains would allow and felt your back meet his chest. Now, his hardness was at your lower back and you purposefully melded your backside against his straining cock, mentally drawing the length of him. Needless to say, without even seeing it, you were impressed by his size. The man didn’t carry himself confidently without warrant. A soft, almost adoring kiss upon the shell of your ear pulls you from your shameless thoughts.

He whispers hoarsely, “My friend, are you particularly fond of this shirt?”

“What?” you manage to choke out. “Why are you aski-”

The sound of tearing answered your question before you can finish it. Tattered fabric scatters around your feet and the air within the room suddenly felt like soft caresses on your bare torso.

“You didn’t even let me answer!” Your voice sounded more excited than annoyed.

“Lo siento. You were too slow.” Luis presses another chaste kiss to the side of your head. However, you can practically feel his wicked grin. “And frankly, are much too sexy for clothing, anyways.”

Damn, this man was making you feel things.

Despite your skin now bare against the elements, it did little to alleviate the heat building within you. It only amplified when his hands returned to your form, making a slow, sinful journey from your stomach to your upper chest. The pad of his fingers push upon the sensitive buds of your nipples, earning a wanton gasp from your lips. His hips jerk forward at the sound you made, his erection pulsing against your ass, sparking tiny, wonderful jolts of electricity within you. The sensations were making your toes curl.

One hand sneaks back down, his thumb finding it’s way under the hem of your jeans and underwear. His reach teases towards your sensitive spot and you bite your lip in anticipation, wanting so badly for him to touch you where you need him to but your mind too much of a mess to voice it into proper words.

“Mírate,” his warm breath fans against your ear in hoarse, gentle whispers. “Promixa vez… Te quiero llevar a la cama.”

You only manage to translate “Next time…” until the synapses in your brain fire all at once when his fingers began to toy your sex without warning. When his skillful hand deftly undid your jeans, you didn’t know, but at the moment, you didn’t care.

Holy hell. This guy was playing your body like a fine-tuned instrument and your voice eagerly sounded to his ministrations. Your moans and gasps music to his ears. The coil in the pit of your stomach was tightening to the point of snapping as his hand quickened the pace upon your bundle of nerves. He was stroking you graciously while also harshly grinding you into the edge of the table from behind. Your voice was reaching greater heights from the onslaught of overwhelming sensations.

“Last chance, my friend.” Luis growls, barely reigning in his instinct to simply bend you over and have his way with you. “Are we still playing the same game?”

The same question echoes. He asks one thing but really means another. This dashing, infuriating man is asking you if you want to go all the way, past the point of no return. Luis Serra is a stranger. Yet he had the sense and consideration to weigh your feelings in the matter, giving you an choice to opt out even though it would have been so easy to let it lie and let your baser instincts take over. It was almost romantic in a way. You didn’t have to think twice about this.

“Either you fuck me now,” you pant, chains clinking around your wrists, “or I’ll find my way out of these and fuck you myself.”

Luis chuckles lowly in intrigue. “¿Prometes?”

He makes quick work on the rest of your clothing, letting your pants and underwear fall at your ankles. He helps guide you completely out of them. It was probably a strange sight. You completely exposed while he was completely clothed. The only bits of him you can hear rustling is the buckle of his belt and the zipper of his pants coming undone. You were starting to shiver from anxious chills until you felt an arm wrap around you assuringly.

A patient hand gently fingers your entrance, preparing your body for something larger. You eventually move along rhythm of his fingers, goading him to take it to the next level and he acquiesces to your silent request. The heavy heat of his cock that was poking between the gap of your thighs move upwards. Your body instinctively tenses when the head of his member prods against your opening. Luis’ lips pressed against your temple in comfort and finally, finally, he slowly sinks into you. You gasp and he curses.

No amount of foreplay could have prepared you for him. Not all the way in and already you felt so full of him, his cock throbbing against every sensitive nerve inside of you. You whimper in both pain and pleasure and Luis tends to you by wrapping his arms around your middle, planting more kisses along the side of your head right behind your ear.

“Estoy aquí, ángel. Té tengo.”

Like the gentleman he portrays himself to be, he waits for you to relax around him. With great self-control, he pumps into you slowly with a tenderness that could bring tears to your eyes. The initial discomfort soon faded and was replaced by wonderful bouts of sensual ecstasy that has you gasping. Luis keeps up the pace with gusto, nearly pulling all the way out and slamming back into you. The pressure he was piling inside you with every thrust has you screaming to the point that you can feel your voice growing hoarse. Meanwhile, you can hear him moaning his praises for you in his birth tongue. This man wasn’t just talking himself a big game. He knows what he’s doing, fueling his pleasure by ensuring your own. And he was making certain that you chased yours fast.

He pulls out and you involuntarily whimper at the loss of contact. You weren’t left alone for long as he lifts you to lay on your side on the table, your hands forced to rise above your head at this new position. Luis grabs a hold of one of your legs and bends it at the knee over his shoulder, entering your heat once more. Your blood boils fiercely at this new angle, you can see him and everything he was doing to you. And he can see you’re practically rendered speechless with every powerful thrust. At this rate, you weren’t going to last. The fluttering inside your core now popping like firecrackers.

Sweat pours down his handsome face, pupils dilated black with desire for you. “¿Cómo te llamas, ángel? Tell me. And I’ll give you what you want.”

He’s asking for your name again. The catalyst behind this whole affair. “Really bent on that, aren’t you?” you manage to pant out, your lungs barely keeping up with each strong snap of his hips.

“I wasn’t at first, only wanted to tease you.” He groans, his voice finding difficulty to stay level when he’s fucking into you without abandon. “But now- ah! I really want to know. I want to call out your name. ¡Joder! Let me call out your name, mi amor.”

The way he was begging tugged at you deep. Your name was on the edge of your tongue, but your heart was gripped with fear. Fear that if you so much as uttered what he’s asking of you, the spell would be broken and you’d be left unsatisfied. This felt too damn good to risk ruin with sentimentality. So you did what you have been doing best. Prevaricate. And make him want you more.

“Uncuff me. And I’ll tell you anything. Anything you want.”

You feel the vibrations of a laugh rumble deep from his chest.

“Eres tan… ¡Mierda!”

Like a cord finally snapping, the dam breaks and everything building inside spills out with a long, final cry of ecstasy. Stars dotted your vision, for a moment you forgot to breathe as you feel yourself unraveling. Within, you feel him cumming inside as well. Liquid hot ropes painting your insides, leaving you quivering uncontrollably. His hips slow to an eventual stop, his voice coming out in soft, satisfied sighs.

Slowly letting your leg down, Luis pulls himself out and hovers over you, hands flat beside your head. The man peppers your back and shoulders with soft nips and kisses. His stubble makes slow, sensual scratches along your skin as he reaches up to the flesh of your ear, biting onto the lobe affectionately. You turn your head to meet his lips with yours, noting how wonderful his kisses feel. He pulls away slightly to study you intently, varying emotions flashing over his eyes.

“Now,” he started, “about that name.”

Back at this again. You had to admire the man for his tenacity. “Told you already,” you huff once your breath returned to you, tugging at the chains around your wrist. “Remove these cuffs and I’ll think about it.”

His voice cracks in disbelief, “That was not what you said- ¿En serio? After all of that?”

“You’re more than welcome to keep working for it.” The words left your lips before you can stop them and an amused groan escapes from Luis’ own, sending another sinful heat to flow down your core.

“Eres muy mala.” He sighs with a shake of his head. There was no hint of annoyance in his husky tone, a devilish smirk plastered on his face. “Hanging with you- not healthy.”

“Right back at ya.” The remark earned a swift smack on your ass. You almost yelp out of reflex and shifted your eyes to glare at him.

The way he looked at you, however, tells you that he wasn’t against the idea of going again. And truthfully, you were all for it. Luis leans over to capture your lips once more, sweet and filled with promise, while his hand began to wander your body mischievously. The familiar tingle of heat starts to boil inside-

The alarming sound of inhuman groans down the hall jolts you two from your intimate high. Spell broken and you fully take in your nakedness in this increasingly dire situation.

“Get these chains off, Luis!”

“¡Sí, sí! Right away!”

[schrodingerspsycho]

Another Shot - Chapter 2

Pairing - Sam Carpenter x Reader

Warnings - Mentions of alcohol, addiction, weed

Word Count - 5.1k

Summary - (Some of) the truth comes out. Tensions rise between you and Sam.

Chapter 1

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You couldn’t sleep. Of course, you couldn’t. Sam Carpenter was in New York City.

All the memories you’d tried so hard to repress had come flooding back in full force, washing over you like a tidal wave. It hurt more than you would’ve imagined. And that fucking look in her eyes. As if she had any right to be angry with you. It made your blood boil. God, you wished you could hate her.

But you couldn’t. Yes, the memories were bitter, but they were still oh-so-sweet. You wanted nothing more than to crawl back to that better time when she was by your side and you were happy, uncaring of how the broken glass cut your hands and knees along the way. Then you remembered that fucking face, and you knew you couldn’t do that either.

You groaned and rubbed your eyes, which still ached from crying, and rolled over to stare at the clock. It was four in the morning. You wanted a drink. How ironic, Sam made you want to drink.

Instead, you opted for the one vice you still allowed yourself; weed. You stepped onto the balcony as you lit up, pulling your blanket tight around your shoulders. Just a few hits to help you sleep, you told yourself. The high would pass before your shift started. And just this once, you let that be a lie.

Luckily, you had an afternoon shift, and the weed was completely out of your system by the time you clocked in. Not that anyone would have cared, you wouldn’t be the first person to show up to work high. But you didn’t want to risk it. You couldn’t lose this job. So you made an effort to push Sam far from your mind and man the counter with a smile on your face. And it would’ve worked too, if it weren’t for her meddling little sister.

“Hey, Tara!” you smiled when she walked in. She waved back, clearly distracted. You took no notice, turning back to the lobby to go about your business. But Tara stepped out in front of you, blocking your path and nearly making you drop the menus you were carrying. “Shit! What the hell, dude? Don’t sneak up on me like that!” you cried.

“I want to know what happened,” she said, ignoring you. “Sam wouldn’t tell me.”

You stared at her. “Are you serious? I told you to drop it.”

“You didn’t really think that was going to stop me, did you?”

You sighed. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, or maybe you were secretly dying to unload all the memories clogging your brain. And talking about your feelings was supposed to help, right? “If I tell you, you can never bring this up again, got it?”

“Got it.” She crossed her finger over her heart, excitement shining in her eyes. You hoped she wouldn’t regret asking for the truth.

“If you can get Jay to give us our breaks at the same time, I’ll tell you then.”

Tara nodded and rushed off to find your manager, finally leaving you in peace. Maybe after this, you would finally be able to put it all behind you. And if Sam didn’t want Tara to know… then perhaps you could relive it after all. Sure, it was petty. But after everything she’d put you through, you deserved to be a little petty.

Jay must’ve been in a good mood because he granted Tara’s request. She didn’t mention her sister again for the first half of the shift, choosing instead to gush about how Chad had surprised her by taking her out for breakfast that morning. You listened eagerly, glad to finally put a face to the name you’d heard so many times.

“He’s going to come in to have lunch with me tomorrow,” she smiled. “Are you working the morning shift? I want you to actually meet him. I think you’d get along.”

“Yeah, I’m working a double tomorrow. I look forward to it.”

“Yay!” she exclaimed, and you grinned back at her. She’d only been working at the diner for two weeks, and she’d already become one of your best friends. You hadn’t grown so close with someone so quickly since… well, you knew where she got her charm.

Your break time seemed to arrive faster than ever, and you steeled yourself for your unorthodox therapy session as you made your sandwich. Tara was watching you like a hawk as if she expected you to run away.

“You sure you wanna do this?” you asked her. “Last chance to change your mind.”

“You have to know that only makes me more desperate to hear this story.”

“Fine,” you sighed. You led her into the break room and shut the door, making sure no one would overhear. She gazed up at you, her eyes wide and serious now as you sat next to her on the couch.

“Take your time,” she said softly. You nodded in appreciation, and with a deep, shuddering breath, you began.

“We met through a Facebook group four years ago. It was for young people in Modesto who were trying to get sober. Like a support group, but without the stuffiness of AA.”

“Wait, when you say sober, you mean-”

“Alcoholics,” you nodded, a grim look on your face. “Some people were addicted to other things too, and we did what we could to help. Mostly cigarettes, like your sister. She’d weaned herself off the harder drugs by that point, thankfully. We would have meetings in coffee shops and cafes, and sometimes people would host at their apartments during the week. Then we would all go out to clubs or parties together on the weekend.”

Tara stared at you, bewildered. “What? How is that helpful?”

“It wasn’t. The idea was that we would do all our drinking in one night and stay sober the rest of the week, but there weren’t any professionals involved. Most people at least thought they wanted to get sober, but we all wanted to drink more. It was still better than getting hammered every night, but not by too much.” You swallowed, and your hands started fidgeting; one of your nervous habits. You hadn’t spoken this much about your alcohol problems in a long time. “Anyway, that’s how we met. I don’t remember which one of us joined the group first, it’s been such a long time. I mean, your sister was still using a fake ID to get booze back then!” You chuckled at the memory. “But we became friends pretty quickly. Then we realized our apartments were only a neighborhood away from each other, so we started going to meetings together. And after about a year of being friends, we started- well…”

“You started dating?”

You let out a hollow laugh. “God, no. She never would’ve made a commitment like that. She was kind of infamous for it, actually.” You took a swig of your soda, hoping to dowse the heat you felt rising in your cheeks. “But we were probably the closest thing to it. We were together just about every other night, we knew each other better than anyone, she knew I wasn’t seeing anyone else and after a while, she stopped seeing other people too. Pretty much all we would’ve had to do was say the words. But that was the problem. She never wanted to talk about anything real. Her past, her feelings, our relationship, nothing. I knew who she was, but I didn’t know anything about her. And believe me, when you drink with someone for that long, you get to know them really well. She knew how I felt about her, how much I cared for her, and she just wouldn’t reciprocate. But I told myself that being with her was enough. And maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t. I don’t even remember.”

“Then what happened?” Tara asked, her voice small.

“About a year into us being… whatever we were, there was… an incident. We went out together, without the group, to a house party. That I invited her to. And we were having fun, y’know, drinking, dancing, just having a grand ol’ time. Then she asked me to go to the bar to get her another shot.” You ran your hand through your hair to try to quell the agitation bristling in your chest. “It took me two minutes to push through the crowd, get the drinks, and come back. Two minutes. But when I came back, she was… she was…” Angry tears welled up in your eyes, and you turned away from Tara. You hated that it still had such a hold on you, even after all this time.

Tara laid a shaking hand on your back and you let out a strangled sob. Why was this so fucking hard? You felt like you were back there, the pounding of your heart drowning out the loud music, your vision blurring, the taste of vodka burning your throat, and the feel of your stomach dropping down to hell.

“She was making out with someone else,” you croaked. Tara’s hand stilled, and from the corner of your eye, you saw her mouth open in a silent gasp. “It was some- some guy. Just a random, boring-ass guy. She didn’t even know his name. And when I asked her what the hell she was doing, she laughed. Like it was all just some big fucking joke.” Your fists were clenched, and you could feel your fingernails digging into your palms. Then the tears finally began to fall. “She told me we were nothing. That I meant nothing.”

“I… I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Tara breathed. You leaned back against the couch and wiped your eyes, chuckling in spite of yourself.

“We were both drunk and angry, so what happened next is kind of a blur. But we started shouting at each other, and I think I was crying. I don’t know. Then she slapped the drink out of my hand and spat in my face.”

“She what?” Tara uttered, appalled. You laughed again. It was a sinister sound, but Tara didn’t seem to notice and you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“That was actually the most normal thing she did that night,” you said, to Tara’s growing horror. “She’s an aggressive drunk, and it was far from the first time she’d spat at me. But she’d never done it as an insult before.”

“That’s disgusting,” Tara said. You finally turned to look at her.

“I want you to know, I’m not trying to make you think badly of your sister or anything. I think it’s great that you’re talking again, and I would never do anything to hurt your relationship. I’m just telling you my side of the story.”

“I know,” Tara assured you. “Thank you.”

You shook your head. “I’m not even upset that she didn’t feel the same way. I just wanted her to be happy, and we weren’t even together. But she just had to let me down in the cruelest way possible. She knew how much she was hurting me, and she did it anyway. With a smile on her face.”

“That’s fucking bullshit,” Tara grumbled, and you gave her a brief smile. “So what happened after that?”

“Well, I went home, and the next day I found out she had blocked me on everything. She even left the Facebook group. And the next thing I know, I hear she’s calling this guy her boyfriend and switched to a new shitty, minimum-wage job so she could work with him. She led me on for a whole year, then committed to him in one night. I lost my partner and my best friend at the same time. In two fucking minutes.”

You sat in silence for several moments, the conversation weighing heavily on both of you. When Tara finally spoke, her voice was thick with emotion.

“Thank you for telling me all of this. I know it wasn’t easy for you to relive it. I’m sorry she did that to you, and I’m sorry that I’ve brought it all back-”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” you insisted. “She’s your sister, and you can’t help that I have a history with her. What happened with us- whatever happens with us- none of it is your fault.” She nodded, but the look in her eyes told you she didn’t believe it. “She told me about you, y’know.”

“She did?”

“Oh, yeah. I could never get her to talk about herself, but if you got enough alcohol in her, she wouldn’t shut up about her baby sister.” You grinned at Tara, and she smiled back. “You’re exactly the way she described you.”

“I’m gonna assume that’s a compliment,” she chuckled. Then her expression turned serious. “I really am sorry that she did that to you, Y/N. It’s… it’s horrible. But I can promise you, Sam’s changed. She’s sober now, and she’s reliable. She’s done so much work to be a better person. She would never do something like that now.”

You gave Tara a sad smile. “I’m happy to hear that, I really am. But I’m going to need her to prove that to me herself.”

“C’mon, Mindy, let’s go.”

“Can’t we just stay in our rooms? We won’t interrupt-”

“No.”

“She said she’d tell us later, let’s just give them some space.”

“Fine.”

Sam put down her book. The twins had been quietly doing their homework on the couch for the last hour, giving her a much-needed respite after the back-to-back six-hour shifts she’d worked at her two jobs today. But now their hushed voices roused her, drawing her from her room in time to see Tara ushering them out the door. “Hey, how was work?” she asked nervously. She didn’t like the serious look on Tara’s face.

“It was fine,” she said with a sigh. “We need to talk, Sam.”

Sam felt her heart rate spike, and her mouth went dry as her palms started to sweat. Truthfully, hearing those words from Tara was more terrifying than the five Ghostfaces she’d faced. She nodded numbly and took a seat at the kitchen table, following Tara’s lead.

“Y/N told me what happened between you two,” Tara began, and Sam’s breath hitched. She knew she should’ve expected this, but it caught her off guard all the same. “I don’t believe they would lie to me, but I have to ask… did you really cheat on them? After leading them on for a year?”

“Yes. I did.” Sam felt like crying. Having you as a reminder of her mistakes was bad enough, but now Tara was judging her too. She wanted to beg you both for forgiveness, but she knew she didn’t deserve it.

“Jesus, Sam,” Tara groaned, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “That’s really shitty. Do you know how broken up Y/N still is about it?”

“I know. I’m so sorry, I-”

“I’m not mad at you, Sam.”

“You’re… you’re not?”

“No,” Tara said with a small smile. “I’ve forgiven you for worse. And I know you’ve changed. We don’t need to talk about what happened.”

“Then what do you want to talk about?”

Tara grinned. “Do you still love them?”

“What?” Sam stared at her, shocked. “Who-who said anything about love?”

“Okay, fine. Do you still like them?” she corrected, rolling her eyes.

Sam gaped at her as her cheeks started to burn. “It doesn’t matter how I feel. Y/N doesn’t want anything to do with me, and I need to respect that.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Did you see how they looked at me?” she deflected, beginning to sound choked up. “They hate me. And they have every right to.”

“They don’t hate you, Sam,” Tara said kindly, placing a comforting hand over her own. “Trust me. Yes, they’re hurt. Really hurt. But they wouldn’t be if they had moved on.”

“Or if I hadn’t cheated on them and treated them like shit,” Sam mumbled. She leaned against the table and put her head in her hand. Just like mom.

“I think you were wrong,” Tara said, ignoring her. “There is something you can do about it now.”

“Oh yeah, and what’s that?”

“You can apologize!” she smiled.

“You don’t really think it’s that simple, do you?” Sam scoffed. “Apologizing doesn’t just make things go away, Tara. Not something like this. It won’t mean anything.”

“Yes, it will,” she said softly. “It’ll show them that you’ve changed and that you know it was wrong to cheat on them. It’ll let them know that you’ll be a better person if you start talking again. I mean, sure, it’s not gonna fix everything right away, but it would be a start.”

Sam shook her head. “That’s not enough. It wouldn’t be enough.”

Tara sighed. “Will you at least answer my question?”

“What question?”

“Do you still have feelings for Y/N?”

Sam stood up abruptly and turned away from Tara. She ran her hands through her hair and took a deep breath. “Where did you send the twins off to?”

“Seriously, Sam? Are you really just going to ignore me?”

“I was thinking I could make spaghetti for dinner, does that sound good?”

Tara glared at her incredulously. “You are unbelievable,” she said, standing up and stomping toward her room. She slammed the door, and Sam stared at it for a long moment. Despite everything, Tara was an optimist, and Sam admired her for it. But two little words wouldn’t mean anything in the face of what she’d done to you. No matter how much she wished it could.

After telling Tara the truth, the rest of your shift had felt awkward, with both of you staying uncharacteristically silent when you weren’t talking to customers. But luckily, everything was back to normal the next morning. You had teased her for being a few minutes late, she teased you for always arriving early, and you passed the time by joking around like you always did. She once again asked Jay if you could take your breaks together, and he once again obliged.

“Dang, he must really like you,” you smiled at her. “He never would’ve said yes if I asked him.”

She shrugged. “I’m very likable.”

“Yeah, you are. Little manager’s pet.”

“Maybe I’ll ask him not to give you a break at all.”

“What, am I suddenly not good enough to meet your boyfriend?”

“No, I’m excited for you to meet him,” she grinned. “He’s excited to meet you, too.”

“Then it sounds like we’re all excited. It’s going to be a very exciting lunch break.”

“Oh, shut up,” she said, nudging you playfully as she went to make another pot of coffee. Usually, it was all the customers ordered at this time of day, which made the morning shifts more bearable. You were able to hang out and talk with each other while they finished their nearly forgotten homework and nursed their hangovers, frying up some eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns every now and then. It made the time fly, and soon Jay was calling you and Tara to go on break.

Chad arrived just as you finished making your food, announced by Tara’s squeal of delight. She ran to him and leapt into his arms, and he spun her around gleefully. The few customers in the lobby didn’t even look up from their phones.

“Y/N, get over here! I want you to actually meet Chad!” Tara called, beckoning you with her hand. You smiled and headed over, your tray of food in hand.

“Shouldn’t you let him order first?”

“No, it’s fine. He doesn’t need to eat,” she smirked. He gave her a look of feigned offense.

“Excuse you, I’m very hungry. I ate a very light breakfast so I would have room for an amazing lunch made by my beautiful girlfriend.”

“I’m not gonna make your food, I’m on break,” she said, turning to face him. “That was really stupid of you to not eat.”

“Well, then what did I come here for?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

“You’re breaking my heart, you know that, Tara? You’re breaking your boyfriend’s heart.”

“Oh, please, you eat enough of my cooking at home,” she grinned, leaning in closer.

“Anyway, I’m Chad! It’s nice to meet you,” he smiled, looking up quickly when he remembered you were there. Tara blushed.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” you chuckled. “I’m Y/N. Tara’s told me a lot about you.”

“All good things, I hope?”

“Mostly.”

He grinned. “Well, I’m going to go order some food made by a stranger, and then I’ll join you.”

Tara stuck her tongue out at him as he left, and you followed her to the table where she had set her food. “Sorry about that,” she said sheepishly as you sat down.

“Don’t worry about it. You two are adorable.”

“Thanks,” she smiled.

After a few moments of eating in silence, Chad joined you once again. “Alright, where were we?” he asked, sliding into the booth next to Tara. You looked at his tray and smirked at her. He’d ordered exactly what she’d said he would.

“You were about to tell me about yourself,” you prompted. He smiled.

“Well, I’m Tara’s amazing boyfriend who’s known her since we were five, I’m studying sports medicine at Blackmore, I was the offensive lineman on my high school football team, Mindy is my twin sister, and my favorite Pokémon is Meganium. What else do you want to know?”

You laughed and Tara raised an eyebrow at him. “Well, that’s certainly an introduction,” you remarked.

“What? Those are important things to know about me!”

“They sure are, babe. You’re doing great,” Tara said, patting his arm.

“And you said you go to NYU, right? What are you studying?” he asked.

“Oh, I don’t start until next year, but I’m going to study photography. I actually can’t wait to start classes, I’ve been saving up for it for years.”

“That’s really cool! What kind of photography do you do?”

“I want to study different kinds, but I love taking pictures of little moments in regular life. Like the little things that no one notices, the things that tell stories. Candid photography, I guess.”

“That sounds really interesting! I’d love to see some of your photos sometime.”

“Thanks! Yeah, Tara’s been wanting me to show her my portfolio.”

“And yet you keep denying me!” she accused.

“I’ve told you, they don’t look good on my tiny phone screen!” you replied. “I can’t exactly bring my laptop to work, can I?”

“I’m sure we can figure out a time when we can all see your amazing pictures,” Chad said, putting his arm around Tara.

“Yeah, maybe,” you mumbled, blushing a little at the praise. “It’s cool that you were able to go to the same college. And your sister, too. That must be really fun for you guys.”

“Yeah, we’re really lucky we found a place that has a good sports medicine program for me, a poli-sci program for Tara, and a film program for Mindy. Although, we probably would’ve gone to the same school no matter what. It’s important that we stick together. After all, we can’t split up-”

“Do not say it,” Tara scolded him.

“-the Core Four!”

Tara punched him in the chest and he swooped down to kiss her cheek.

“What is the Core Four?” you asked.

“Me, Tara, Mindy, and Sam! It’s what we call our little squad.”

“It’s what you call us,” Tara retorted. “He comes up with these stupid nicknames and doesn’t listen to us when we tell him they’re terrible.”

“Oh, c’mon, you secretly love my nicknames. Don’t you, Taradactyl?”

She looked appalled. “Yeah, that’s an immediate no.”

“But I thought you liked that one!”

“I absolutely do not. Get away from me.”

“Whatever. You like Core Four. You’ve said it.”

“I have not!”

“Yes you did, Sam told me,” he said smugly.

“Lies and slander.”

He stole one of her fries and she tried to shove him out of the booth, a goofy grin on her face. You couldn’t help but chuckle at their antics.

“You two are very entertaining,” you commented.

“Are you making fun of us?” Tara demanded, still grinning.

You put your hands up in surrender. “Not at all. Having a similar sense of humor is important in a relationship. You two seem perfect for each other.”

“Why, thank you, Y/N. I’m glad someone thinks so,” Chad said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“If you thought we were perfect for each other, then you would support my nicknames.”

“Oh, shut up,” she groaned, leaning back against him. He kissed the top of her head before turning back to you.

“Speaking of relationships, are you seeing anyone?”

“Nope,” you smiled. “I only moved here a couple of months ago, so I haven’t really had time to meet anybody.”

“Then we need to get on that!” he exclaimed. “We don’t want you to be lonely! I’m pretty sure we know someone your age who you’d get along with. What are you, twenty-four?”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m twenty-five, and it’s rude to ask.”

“You’re absolutely right, it is rude. I’m sorry. But you know what, Tara’s sister is right around your age, and she’s single too! Her name is Sam, she’s the absolute coolest, and- hey, didn’t you say you knew her already?”

You shot Tara a look of disbelief, but she avoided your gaze. “I do know her. I was just talking to Tara about her yesterday. And you know what, I just remembered that Sam once showed me some of her baby pictures.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah, she wouldn’t stop talking about you,” you said pointedly. “It’s all coming back to me now. Little baby Tara… in the bathtub…”

“Okay, okay! We’ll stop talking about Sam!” Tara cried, her face bright red. You smirked at her.

Shouldn’t have broken your promise, you thought. At least she had the decency to look guilty.

The conversation carried on normally after that, with you and Chad discussing your favorite action movies and comic books. Tara was right, you did get along well. As it turned out, he had already seen the movie you were looking forward to seeing this weekend on your rare Saturday off. Tara had to quiet him before he accidentally spoiled it in his excitement, but he gave it a rave review. It was enough to distract you from the fact that Sam was apparently single again, at least for a little while. And when Jay called you back to work and you bid your goodbyes to Chad, you decided that it had indeed been a very exciting lunch break.

Sam found herself spending her Saturday off at the movies. She hadn’t been to a theater in months for obvious reasons, but Tara knew she wanted to see the new comedy that came out this weekend and convinced her to go. She was anxious like she always was when she was out in public, but she was glad to be spending some quality time with her sister. Saturday matinees used to be their thing, and Tara still bounced on her heels while she waited for her popcorn like she did when she was little.

But something seemed off with her as they walked toward the theater. She kept glancing behind her as if she was looking for something. But before Sam could ask her what was wrong, Tara spun around and slammed into her.

“I think the popcorn needs more- fuck!”

Sam looked down to see the front of her hoodie covered in Tara’s soda.

“Oh, shit! I’m so sorry, Sam!”

“It’s okay,” she sighed. “It was an accident, I’ll be fine. At least it didn’t get on my jeans.”

“Here, I’ll take the popcorn and save our seats. You go get some napkins and clean yourself up,” she said, gazing up at her apologetically. Sam nodded and handed her the bucket.

She pulled the sticky hoodie over her head as she walked, thankful that she had worn a tank top underneath it. And the theater still had the heat on despite the warming weather outside, so she wouldn’t be cold. It was still shaping up to be a pretty good day.

But before she could reach for the napkins, a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you said as you looked up from your freshly buttered popcorn.

“Y/N.”

“Sam.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to see a fucking movie, obviously,” you hissed. Sam rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“I should’ve known,” she mumbled, her gaze drifting to where Tara was spying on you from around the corner. Your eyes widened in realization.

“Dammit! That sneaky little- I never should’ve told her my weekend plans.”

“What the fuck did you just say about my sister?”

“Oh, you know damn well this isn’t about Tara! This is about us, and what you did- oh my god!” You had finally turned to look at her, and your eyes immediately went to her arms. Not because her biceps were even more muscular than you remembered, but because of the long, raised scars on her right shoulder and collarbone. Any anger you had been feeling dissipated, replaced with worry and a deep-seated need to protect. “What happened?” you asked softly, instinctively reaching out to comfort her. She flinched back, her eyes startled and scared, and you lowered your arm. She stayed silent, just standing frozen and staring at you like a lost puppy. It made your heart melt, just like it always did. “Sam, are you okay?”

“It’s none of your fucking business,” she snapped after a beat, her expression hardening back into the look of contempt you were starting to get used to. You glared right back at her.

“Fine. I don’t even know why I care,” you snarled. Her scowl faltered, but you just scoffed in disbelief and stomped away. That devilish woman may still have a cruel grip on your heart, but you wouldn’t let her see it.

“Hey, Y/N, I didn’t expect to see you here! How are you?” Tara called, running up to you. But you kept walking, your only response a look of disapproval and hurt.

“What the hell was that?” you heard her demand from Sam. “Why won’t you just apologize to them?”

“I told you, I can’t do that.”

Your vision blurred as you stepped out of earshot, her words hammering the final nail into the coffin of something that died long ago. You knew Tara meant well, but she’d taken it too far. You tried to focus on the movie as you entered the dark theater, but you knew no amount of explosions could save your ruined day.

All because of two minutes with Sam fucking Carpenter.

Taglist: @smut-religiously777

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Bucky Barnes Drabbles/One Shots

banner by the lovely @sarahowritesostucky

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updated September 23 2024

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3 Times I Seen Him || Summary: Working for HYDRA, You've only seen the Winter Soldier a handful of times, each more terrifying than the last... It isn't until you are witness to his torture that you realize how innocent the man really is. (TWS!Bucky)

3 Times You See Bucky Shirtless || Summary: Bucky starts going topless around you, and after several incidences, you confront him, not expecting the answer he gives you.

All For You || Summary: After witnessing your boyfriend nearly murder you in an abusive rage, your best friend takes it in his own hands to handle the problem in one swift gun shot.

Always With You || Summary: After a horrific car crash leaves you paralyzed from the waist down, Bucky vows to drop everything in order to care for you until your healthy once again.

Baby Fever || Summary: Bucky takes his daughter to the park

Bad Boy Bucky || Summary: you get harassed by a stranger. You’re not going to keep quiet.

Badass || Summary: Walking home from work, you encounter the douchebag named Bucky.

Be Alright || Summary: After Bucky comes home from a family visit, or when he returns fro touring with his squadron, he always feels so down and silent... you decide to make him breakfast one morning.

Better Off Alone || Summary: The Winter Soldier lets you free.

Bossy Play || Summary: You meet your new boss.

Can't Lose You || Summary: good things never last....not when bucky still has secrets. You do t understand why he hates you so much any more. But in due time, his secrets are revealed. And it’s nothing you expected.

The Chase || Summary: Bucky’s the winter soldier. He just received his next mission- you. At first he assumed you were just a simple civilian. Until he keep watch on you. He realizes your a pat of those Avenger fools. You seem to be extremely close to that archer guy, Clint Barton, Bucky remembers. You were out training by yourself on the rooftop of the tower when Bucky is able to finally gt a chance with you alone. He immediately knocks you out and brings you back to the hydra base where he resides. Once you’ve awoken, however, you put up quite the fight.You run away from the base and chased by none other then the winter soldier himself. Of course, he’s able to over power you, but yo don’t go down without a fight.

Christmas & Pancakes || Summary: Your daughter, Layla, wakes up bucky early christmas morning

Come Out, Come Out || Summary: After a long mission, after he'd damned near destroyed every building in his path, the Winter Soldier finally comes face to face with the lone child that had somehow survivede the chaos that he ensured around the damn. He had orders to kill everyone. And he'd be a fool to let one little child go unharmed. [tumblr link]

Daisy Dukes || Summary: You wanna help Gamora and Nebula wash your mobster boyfriend’s car.

Daring Escape || Summary: You try to flee HYDRA's facility... only to be captured by HYDRA's deadliest asset.

Fancy For Love || Summary: you were always so proud to show off your mafia boyfriend

Finality || Summary: you were only trying to help your mobster boyfriend.

Got Nerve? || Summary: you come home from shopping to the news that your cheating ex husband is in your home office.

Guns N' Thugs || Summary: Bucky protects a woman from being harassed after he recognises the perpetrators as his enemy’s goons. [tumblr link]

High Stakes || Summary: maybe the scary mafia king wasn’t all that bad

Home || Summary: Bucky returns from Wakanda [tumblr link]

Howling Moon || Summary: you find out Bucky's a werewolf.

How Much is That Puppy in the Window? || Summary: shuri brings bucky to look at puppies

I Wander Alone at Night || Summary: Bucky just wants to feel complete.

I'm Already Gone || Summary: TWS receives his next assignment and it kills him to complete it.

Killing Me Softly || Summary: You could do nothing but beg as he killed you.

King Pin Love || Summary: the man was only a myth

Kisses in the Sunlight || Summary: lazy days with your mobster husband are the best

Kryptonite || Summary: Bucky watches you give birth.

Late Night Worries || Summary: Standing on top of the balcony of the Tower as a party goes on downstairs, you have a chat with Bucky.

The Lone Girl || Summary: Bucky's mission fails when his captive escapes.

Long Live My Heart || Summary: Bucky decides to leave you after a long strenuous battle in his mind. He didn't give a reasoning behind his departure.

The Loss of You || Summary: After the death of you giving birth to a daughter, Bucky is torn apart.

Mafia Cakes || Summary: there's a new worker in the bakery you frequent.

Marry Me? || Summary: Bucky asks you to marry him in the comfort of your apartment.

Metallic Limbs & Sweet Cupcakes || Summary: Discovering the mafia lord's dark secret wasn't on your agenda.

Mine Baby || Summary: Sitting at a bar one night, long after you'd abandoned your friends and even Bucky at the tower, you'd finally gained the courage to explain to him why you'd left months ago. The results weren't at all what you were expecting. The reunion had all but been a terrible feat.

Miracles || Summary: A silly near-accident changes your entire day.

Motorcycles and Smiles || Summary: bucky runs a motorcycle gang that helps abused children get away from their families.

Overboard || Summary: Ten long years it's been since you'd last seen your friend. You'd thought it would have been a welcoming affair... However, when news spread of your betrayal to him, he doesn't take it kindly.

Pissed off Paperwork || Summary: When you're late to a pick-up with Bucky after receiving some special goods, he's not happy with you.

Please Don't Leave Me || Summary: Bucky comes knocking on your door months after he broke up with you, only to ask you out one more time.

Poker Face || Summary: when you discover your boss is after your best friend, you plan to do whatever you can in order to protect him.

Reflected Fragments || Summary: In an abandoned warehouse, you confront the Winter Soldier, hoping to reach the man you once knew.

Run For Your Life || Summary: The Winter Soldier chases you, hoping to catch you.

Secure the Castle || Summary: The banished prince has finally come home to reclaim what was rightfully his own after your family has overthrown his own ina war to claim the palace.

Shake It Off || Summary: Bucky comes home to see you wearing his henley.

Soft Mornings || Summary: Not exactly wanting to get up for work in the morning, you coax Bucky into allowing you to get up from the bed and get dressed for work in the early hours of the morning.

Soft Touches || Summary: Being alone in the compound, you'd always felt most at ease. After joining the team, you'd always felt out of place, not feeling close enough with the team, even after being with them for several months. One night, after you'd thought everyone had gone on a mission, you'd decided to make some snacks for yourself. However, your paranoia set in once you'd heard noises coming from the hallway and you'd cut yourself.

Somewhere I Belong || Summary: You're woken up in the middle of the night to your husband freaking out about the villagers finding his wolf form. [tumblr link]

A Stranger With a Good Heart || Summary: your life is saved by a lovely man in uniform.

A Summer's Beat || Summary: After numerous fighting and arguments, this was the last straw between the pair of you.

Talkin' Bout My Girl || Summary: Bucky is worried about what his best friend would think of his secrecy.

Three Terrible Flaws || Summary: HYDRA always wins….

Train Runaway || Summary: Bucky wanted a new life for himself. He decides to run away from his home and catch a cargo train to some unknown city.

Trial & Failure || Summary: Barnes has to train you for a mission. He’s not happy with the results

Two Little Birds || Summary: Bucky assigns you and Clint on a mission

Two Times He Kisses Your Forehead, The One Time He Doesn't || Summary: Growing up in a loving household, you never expected to bury your father so soon after you'd turned into adulthood.

A Way to End || Summary: Bucky knew who he was. But had his handlers known, all of hell would have broken loose. The reason he remembered himself? Was you. You had secretly helped him regain all of his past memories in an effort to take down HYDRA and all of its’ men.

What He Wants || Summary: While out on the night for a job trying to clear your mind after the loss of a young girl, you assume the car pulling up next to you would be a customer, However, after peering into the driver's eyes, you knew nothing good would come of it.

[upagainstthewallwithme]

The Domestic Approach

Neighbour!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Kinktober Day 4: Thigh Riding @flightlessangelwings

Word Count: 1.8K

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You moved in next door to Wanda Maximoff over a year ago. You knew her by sight, giving an occasional polite wave. 

No matter the time, she always seemed in a flushed hurry, too busy to stop and talk. Still she always returned the wave.

You wondered if she could tell how much you wanted to fuck her. 

.

The first time you spoke to Wanda was at the library. 

Her back was to you but she still caught your attention. She was stretching on her heels as she lifted down a heavy book.

She opened the book, her finger trailed through the book’s index. As you got closer, you saw her mouth moving silently as she read each heading to herself.

She bit her lip in obvious disappointment, dropping the book onto a pile that was forming by her feet. 

‘Need any help?’ You offered spontaneously.

Wanda startled, her cheeks flushed in recognition and then she shook her head. 

‘I’m just looking for a recipe.’ She admitted, tucking a flyaway piece of hair behind her ear. ‘But I can’t remember the name of the cookbook.’

Your eyes wandered to the heap of books on the floor beside her. 

Wanda looked mortified as she dropped to a crouch.

‘And I was just putting these back.’ She promised, hurrying to pick up a book and placing it on a shelf.

You didn’t tell her that you didn’t care where she left her books. 

Instead you watched the way her cream blouse fell forward, exposing the top of her breasts. The soft alabaster skin was hypnotizing, partly hidden by a blush camisole underneath.

You walked over to help, taking another book from the pile. You placed it next to hers on the shelf. You let your hand brush her bare arm as you reached. 

You watched fresh goosebumps flare along her skin until the edge of her sleeve covered the evidence.

You heard Wanda’s shaky breathing as you continued to help. 

When you were finished, Wanda took a deep, steadying breath and tried to smooth the creases in her burgundy skirt. She looked at you, her gaze hesitant. You smiled readily. You liked that.

‘Thank you.’ She said with another hesitant smile ‘I’m so stupid. I don’t think I’ll ever remember the name of that book.’

‘There’s always the internet.’ You said, letting the suggestion float. You wanted more time with her. 

‘I’m terrible on-line’ Wanda laughed a little self consciously. ‘I’m always touching the wrong thing.’

‘I bet.’ You said, enjoying yourself too much. ‘Maybe we’ve found a way for me to help?’

A few minutes later, Wanda was sitting at the old library computer. Her purse was in her lap. She leaned towards the monitor, reading the words on the screen quietly to herself as she tried to follow your instructions. 

‘And, do I click here?’ She asked unsurely. 

‘Exactly.’ You encouraged, your body barely touching her shoulder. 

You caught Wanda’s pleased smile in the monitor’s reflection. 

A moment later, she was flummoxed again. She’d clicked the wrong link on the search page. 

The cursor moved uncertainly toward the close window button. 

You leaned forward, quickly covering Wanda’s hand as you guided the mouse to the ‘back’ button she was trying to find. 

She opened her mouth and you knew she was going to chastise herself again. 

‘Don’t worry, you were close.’ You murmured, your face inches from her. 

You felt Wanda’s breath hitch. 

You lifted your hand from hers and stood back again. 

At last, you heard the printer in the corner begin to churn out a copy of the recipe. You left for the leaf of paper and brought it back to the desk. 

Wanda’s face lit up in pleasure. 

‘Thank you so much.’ She said, folding it carefully into her purse. 

‘No problem. I hope you have a good day.’ You took another step back. You hoped she’d turn away first, you wanted to see her ass again in that skirt.

Wanda stared at you with an expression you didn’t recognise. 

‘Would you like to come over?’ She asked suddenly. Your eyebrows raised at her forwardness. 

Wanda flushed again. ‘To try the recipe.’ She clarified, swallowing nervously. ‘I wanted to make it tonight. And there’s only me.’

You thought about her soft breasts when you agreed. 

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You knocked on her door at 7pm. Barely a moment later, Wanda opened it. Her white apron was tucked neatly around a neat red dress and matching heels. Her hair had been styled carefully, accentuating her face.

‘Oh good, you’re here.’ She said breathlessly. Her eyes wandered over you for a long moment. Then her gaze flashed back up to your face guiltily as if she was scared to be caught.

‘It smells good.’ You said encouragingly as you followed her into her kitchen. Her dress sleeve was almost slipping off her shoulder.

‘I hope so.’ Wanda hummed pleasantly, hesitating as she checked a timer. You checked it too. Thirty more minutes. 

Wanda poured you both a drink and you sat together at her kitchen island. She tried some small talk. You nodded along, half listening. The sleeve of her dress was about to slip off her shoulder completely. 

Wanda stopped talking, self conscious about your lack of focus.

You leaned forward, lifting the sleeve back into place. Wanda froze perfectly at your touch. 

‘Thank you.’ She whispered hoarsely. Her fingers moved to touch the top of the sleeve thoughtlessly. You watched her play with the fabric between her thumb and forefinger. 

You knew then, without doubt, that she was attracted to you. You took a sip of your drink. You’d wanted to fuck her since you’d caught sight of her that morning. 

Wanda glanced at you and looked away again. Her gaze landed on your lap. She bit her lip. 

You could feel her thoughts radiating out. She wanted to touch you.

‘I’ve wanted to fuck you since this morning.’ You said out loud. The air changed at Wanda’s sharp breath.

She looked nervous as if she’d been the one to say it. Her breathing went shallow. 

‘Are you sure?’ She asked, not looking at you.  

You smirked then. You touched her thigh.

Wanda shuddered, legs parting on instinct. She stared down at your hand in her lap. You cleared your throat and she finally looked up at you. Her hair was already mussed.

‘This sort of thing doesn’t happen to me.’ She told you nervously. ‘I didn’t think. I didn’t know if you’d want me like this.’ 

You kissed her softly. When your lips met her full ones, she gave a soft ‘Oh’ of surprise. Her hand brushed lightly over your hair. Uncontrolled want .

You pulled back and regarded the warmth still flushing her cheeks. Her green eyes took a moment to open. 

You brushed her cheek. You could tell she was caught between something fragile and desperate.

‘I want to fuck you every way I can think of.’ You promised her. Wanda swallowed and you knew if you tried to touch her now, she’d already be wet on your fingers. 

‘I think I’d like that.’ She confessed. 

She leaned forward and kissed you. Her mouth was hesitating, gentle. Then needy, urgent as she tasted you. You dragged your teeth across her lower lip.

A moan escaped her mouth. 

Without daring to look, Wanda slipped her hand under your top, moving until she found your breasts. She squeezed softly, over and over. Unable to lose the urgency she was trying to hide. 

You saw everything clearly now.

‘You’ve thought about this before.’ You accused lightly. Wanda’s eyes darted to you as she pulled back from your mouth. 

‘Did you watch me through the window?’ You continued. You pulled her dress sleeves down again, baring her pale shoulders. Your fingers trailed lightly over the exposed skin.

Wanda shifted uncomfortably in her chair as your touch continued. 

‘Just once.’ She breathed. ‘That first night. I saw you changing. You left the blind up.’

You pulled Wanda gently from her seat, letting her arms drape over your shoulders. You kissed her collarbone slowly, nipping and sucking at the skin. You could hear every gasp leave her lungs. 

‘Wanda.’ You corrected. ‘I know you watched more than that.’ 

You watched her swallow, eyes glassy as she nodded. You knew. She’d thought about you at night in her bed. You could picture her, touching herself to the image of you.

You cupped her ass, drawing her closer. She stumbled obediently, a heel clacking to either side of your leg. 

You lifted her dress up, apron still attached. Wanda pressed herself needily against your thigh.  

‘Oh.’ Wanda moaned, holding your shoulders to steady herself.

You slid your palm along her underwear. The soft cotton was soaked through. Wanda squirmed at your touch. 

‘I’ve never been so wet before.’ She told you, voice strangled. 

‘I don’t think that’s true.’ You corrected, pressing a little harder as you brushed her clit. ‘I think you get wet all the time Wanda, with your little fantasies.’

You took your hand away, focused now on peeling her dress down to her waist. 

Wanda hummed mindlessly, still rocking herself against your thigh.

When her breasts were free, you kissed the soft pink areolas with satisfaction. You ran your tongue over her hardened nipples. You’d been thinking about this all day. Wanda whimpered at the light sensation. 

You rolled your thumbs back and forth over her nipples and looked up at her. Her eyes were half closed. She gripped your shoulders tighter.

‘It’s okay, honey.’ You promised, leaning up to leave a kiss under her ear. ‘I just want to treat you nice tonight.’ 

‘Oh.’ Wanda sighed as your lips touched her skin. Her hips moved like it was her only instinct. You felt her damp underwear sliding along your leg. You tensed your thigh and she pressed her clit needily against you. You felt her legs begin to tremble. 

‘Oh.’ Wanda said again, breathier, more urgent now. Her fingers moved now to tangle in your hair. She rocked back and forth more quickly. 

Her breasts came even closer and you squeezed them as you gave them your best attention. You kissed her hardened nipples, grazing them against your teeth and she kept up her pace.

You murmured low encouragements.

You could feel her legs tightening around yours. She couldn’t speak at all now. Any words had been lost to soft moans. 

She dragged herself hurriedly against your skin. Your nails dug into her ass as you moved her back and forth. 

Wanda whined louder. She called out your name, eyes still closed. You knew she’d called it out before.

You whispered hers. You told her that she needed to come. 

Even as her body relaxed and the hazy look entered her eyes. Wanda’s hips moved rhythmically back and forth. 

Slowly they came to a stop.

Wanda looked at you. Cheeks flushed. Relaxed smile. Hair messed.

You slid your hand between her legs.

You dragged your palm against her one last time, just to make her pelvis twitch. 

Wanda gave a happy sigh.

A timer beeped in the other room.

[dazzlingjaeyun]

𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧

✧ in which the attempt to get distracted from your feelings might not end exactly as you planned

jungwon x fem!reader (feat. sunghoon)

genre: mostly angst, some fluff

warnings: skinship, (a tiny little bit suggestive if you squint your eyes), mentions: physical violence, blood, alcohol, cheating, breaking up, toxic relationship, crying, and panic

word count: ~6.8k

a/n: phew, this took me like forever to write but the idea had been in my head for so long. i hope y'all enjoy this read ! ≧◡≦ (i highly recommend to read the teaser to this before for better understanding; it's linked in the pink text -> if you click on 'previously')

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previously:

"you're still not seeing anyone?", his eyes locked with yours again, "i'm sure there are some guys in college who are all over you. maybe you should try your luck?"

he gave you a knowing look, as if he subtly wanted to tell you: get yourself out there and distract yourself from him.

over the weekend, you replayed jay's words in your head over and over again. he wasn't wrong; it wasn't too bad of an idea after all. you wouldn't try to force anything, but you decided to allow things to happen if they decided to roll around. you couldn't keep on sulking over your one-sided feelings, especially not when jungwon was your friend and almost in a relationship. you should be happy for him after all, you thought.

as if on cue, you bumped right into said potentional distraction the following week.

you were rushing down the stairs of the lecture building, eager to catch the subway three minutes later, as you tripped over your untied shoelace and right into someone walking up the stairs.

the force you hit him with made said someone stumble back a step.

before you could realize what happened, you felt a strong grip on each of your arms steadying you, eventually preventing you from falling down the stairs and taking him along with you.

"woah, careful there", you heard his semi-familiar voice as you looked up to meet his widened, chocolate-brown eyes.

"wait... y/n, right?" you nodded slowly, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together. you remembered his face and his voice, but you couldn't figure out from where.

apparently, you couldn't seem to hide the confusion; the corners of his lips shot up into a smile the same time that a chuckle left his mouth. "sunghoon. we had a group project last semester." right. that's why he looked familiar.

still shocked from the moment, all you could utter was a little "i'm sorry" along with an apologetic smile. "for forgetting and for running you over", you added. only then, you realized his hands were still holding onto your arms. you cleared your throat. "and thanks for um... catching me, i guess?"

he gave you a short smile and loosened the grip around your arms until he let go of them fully. "i mean... i was kinda saving myself", he said, reminding you of how the scenario would have ended hadn't he reacted so fast - namely, with both of you at the bottom of the staircase, probably with at least one broken bone and definitely not with the grin he gave you now. the thought made your stomach twist.

"hey, it's fine", he tried to somewhat comfort you, noticing how all color had left your face. "although, i do think you owe me... for saving your life practically, you know"

he was exaggerating. you knew he was. but it still twisted your stomach a second time, leaving you with an uneasy feeling. relax, maybe he just wants some notes from a lecture he didn't attend. or he has an essay due tomorrow that he didn't want to write. or-

"come to my match tomorrow. if i win, you'll go on a date with me"

what.

your intuition told you to decline. however, the look in his eyes proved that he insisted, and you really did owe him.

maybe you should try your luck, jay's words echoed in the back of your head. right. maybe i should.

without wasting another second, you nodded your head, which caused a smile to spread across sunghoon's lips.

"i still have your number saved. i'll text you the details", he replied as he walked past you and up the stairs a few steps, before he turned around to look at you again. "you might want to tie your shoelace unless you planned to run someone else over"

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the same evening, as promised, you received a text message from sunghoon with the place and the time for the following day.

yet again, your stomach flipped for the split of a second, the thought if you were out of your mind for agreeing on the deal with a stranger clouding your mind. but then again, he wasn't a complete stranger and it was only a college ice hockey match. it would be nice getting your mind off your feelings and any recent events jungwon never hesitated to tell you about.

and that's how you found yourself on your way to the college's ice hockey rink less than 24 hours later. as you walked closer, you noticed sunghoon standing in front of the entrance, carrying a big bag in one hand and holding his phone in the other. you picked up your pace for the last few meters.

"sorry, i lost track of the time while getting ready", you greeted him. he looked you up and down for a second before smiling softly. "don't worry, it was worth the wait."

you felt yourself smiling slightly at the compliment, your cheeks covered in a light pink shade.

sunghoon guided you inside and to a seat in the first row, waiting for you to sit down before he spoke. "i have to change and warm up now. do you need anything before i go?" you shook your head.

"i'm wearing number 7 so watch out for me. and remember, if my team wins", he said, confidence radiating from his voice, "you owe me a date". he gave you the hint of a grin before disappearing to what you assumed was the locker room.

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as time passed, you found yourself feeling more and more invested in the match. although you had no knowledge about any rules, and the players' movements were too fast for you to follow, you quickly adjusted to the speed of the match and started to put the puzzle of possible rules together. as soon as it started to make sense to you, your interest grew bigger.

you hadn't noticed how you had unintentionally followed a certain player's every move until you cheered for a goal he scored, his head turning to look at you and his eyes lighting up as they met your cheerful ones. you swore you could see him giving you a quick wink, before turning on his skates to continue the match.

even as the match was over and the crowd of people around you started leaving, you were still trying to figure out if the fast rhythm of your heartbeat was due to the adrenaline in your body that the game had caused or due to your tiny interaction with said certain player. back number 7. said certain player, who you now owed a date.

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after your date with sunghoon, you found yourself accompanying him to every single one of his weekly matches, not even cancelling when you really had to finish an assignment that was due the end of that day - and that you hadn't even started. besides the matches, that had by now become like a weekly ritual for you, the two of you spent more and more time together, getting to know each other better and growing closer.

he would wait for you after your classes so he could walk you home - something you would usually refuse to do. but walking meant you didn't have to take the subway that was, more often that not, packed to a point that the doors barely closed. and walking with sunghoon meant spending some extra time with him, listening to how his day went and telling him about yours, and sometimes, just sometimes, it also meant having him holding your small hand in his bigger one, your fingers softly intertwined.

you would come over to his place after his practice, to order dinner and watch movies until one of you fell asleep cuddled up against the other.

the two of you would go out on dates, although neither of you officially addressed them as such, and you would slowly begin to feel more and more comfortable around each other.

what had started as a deal - all because you almost knocked him over on the college stairs a few months ago - and as sort of a distraction from your one-sided feelings for your best friend, had by now become a part of your life. a part that made your stomach all fuzzy and your heart warm up each second you spent together.

the plan to distract yourself, however, seemed to work - if jay's judgement was anything to go by, at least. a few weeks ago, you had finally briefed him on the entire situation with sunghoon. part of you felt bad for not letting him know earlier, mostly because he had given you the idea of 'trying your luck', but you had wanted to wait until things were more settled.

jungwon, on the other hand, didn't know yet. remembering how you'd felt whenever he was telling you about the girl he'd liked when you still had feelings for him, you decided to keep everything concerning sunhoon a secret from him. at least for now that the relationship with his girlfriend was in a slump that it couldn't seem to get out of. given your feelings a few months ago, you would have probably been happy to hear the news - although you hated yourself for that - but now that your heart didn't stung anymore at the thought of your friend with another girl, you felt bad for him.

if jay had told him already, which he pinky-promised he wouldn't do, jungwon was very good at hiding. or his mind was elsewhere. just like now, during your weekly bar-catch-up-meeting, when he didn't really seem to listen to jay's updates. you didn't have to ask him; you knew what lay heavily on his heart - and it made you feel even worse about your decision to introduce sunghoon to them that night. but recent events had sort of pushed you to finally do so;

a few days ago, the two of you were sitting in a café for one of your (unofficial) dates, when sunghoon suddenly handed you a bag. hesitantly, you took it from his hands and lurked inside. after shooting him another glance, and earning an approving nod from him, you shoved your hand inside the bag, grabbed the piece of fabric and slowly pulled it out. although you immediately recognized the familiar colors of the jersey, you unfolded it slowly, the '7' on its back confirming your suspicion.

"it's my jersey... my spare one, don't worry, it's clean", he added hastily. "it's to...", he reached up to scratched the back of his head, a tiny hint of nervousness spreading across his face, "to have a reminder of why we started dating in the first place, sort of. you can wear it to my matches from now on", he declared sheepishly.

the smile on your face grew wider with every word he said. "that's cute... thank you, hoon", you leaned in to quickly peck his cheek, only resulting in your own cheeks heating up even more. "i'll always wear it from now on"

you couldn't help but notice the warm, bubbly feeling the gesture caused in your stomach. it was a small one, yet it felt somewhat so big, so official.

you bit down on your lower lip at the thought. you had been meeting regularly, and when you didn't fall asleep at each other's place, you had been calling every night, even if it was just to say good night. sunghoon would keep his hand on the small of your back when you were walking and sometimes you even held hands in public. now that you thought about it, it did feel official. but it wasn't. neither of you had ever addressed the title-topic, until -

"will you finally be my girlfriend?"

now that you were official, you didn't want to hide it from your friends anymore, although jay technically knew. he just didn't know about the boyfriend girlfriend kind of thing.

you knew now wasn't the right timing, but a quick glance at your phone and the incoming message from sunghoon that he'd just arrived, told you that it was too late to change your mind.

just a few moments later, you saw sunghoon appearing near the entrance, his gaze scanning the bar until his eyes finally met yours and softened slightly at the sight. he gave you the hint of a smile and waited for a sign from you that he could walk over to the table you shared with your two friends. they were sitting with their backs to the entrance, so they hadn't seen him yet when jay finished with his weekly update just a minute later.

for the first time in a while, you rose to speak without jay needing to ask you to do so.

"i have kind of an update this week", you said sheepishly, looking over their shoulders to give sunghoon a tiny nod. he took the hint and made his way to your table. "actually, i want to introduce you to someone"

just in time, sunghoon walked past the table and stopped next to you, giving you a short smile and mouthing a 'hi' before looking at your friends.

"jay, jungwon", you pointed at them as you named them, "this is sunghoon", you introduced the three guys to each other, hesitating to continue. the last boyfriend you'd introduced to your friends had turned out to be a complete disappointment, and ever since, you hadn't been in a relationship again. now, it felt almost weird to open up to your friends about this topic.

sunghoon sensed your slight nervousness and softly placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a short, careful squeeze - as if to give you a sign that it was okay to continue.

"he's my boyfriend", you finally said, a nervous smile spread across your lips.

jay bit his lower lip to surpress a grin, but he gave you a look that said i knew it, before quickly standing up and reaching out his hand to greet sunghoon.

jungwon, on the other hand, hesitated before he mimicked jay's action.

he's my boyfriend. your words echoed in his mind, even long after sunghoon had sat down next to you.

my boyfriend. his brain replayed the scene over and over again like a broken record.

while his elder friend interviewed the couple about how they had met and so on and so forth - although, in secret, he already knew the story - jungwon paid no attention to any word spoken at the table. his focus moved from the hand sunghoon had casually placed on your thigh, to your smaller hand on top of his, and back to his hand and his thumb that slowly and softly caressed the skin on your thigh that your skirt exposed. then, to the smile that spread across your lips as you were talking about whatever, the short moments of eye contact you'd share with your boyfriend, the way his lips curled up when he talked about the relationship, and finally the short peck he placed on your cheek that painted your cheeks a light pink.

jungwon's chest felt tight. uncomfortably tight. tightness, paired with a stinging pain on the left side of his chest that spread like a wildfire to his stomach. with just a hint of hope, he picked up his phone from the table to check for a notification - only to feel even the last bit of optimism shatter to pieces, as he saw the empty screen. no message. no call. no nothing. of course.

only a few weeks ago, he used to experience all these tiny moments that you and sunghoon now shared, too. only a few weeks ago, he'd looked as happy as you did now. had felt as much in love as you did now, maybe even more. only to find all of that slowly fading away more and more with each day that passed, like an old photograph that had been too exposed to sunlight.

now that he saw it happening in front of him, he swore he could hear his heart ripping a little in his chest.

he didn't know if he should blame it on the alcohol in his blood or on the current situation with his own girlfriend when a spark of anger mixed with the sadness he felt. you were aware of his situation, yet you decided to introduce your boyfriend to them that night?

then again, he had no right to keep you from having a good time just because he wasn't. and if the look on your face and the way you slightly leaned against sunghoon were anything to go by, you did have a good time. but who guaranteed that, after all? the last time he'd been introduced to a boyfriend of yours, the relationship had turned out to be the prime example of a disaster.

paying close attention to sunghoon's every move, jungwon's grip tightened around his glass when his gaze went down to his hand on your leg again and he swore he saw it moving up your bare skin just by an inch.

jay, who'd learned to read his best friend's body language in next to no time over the several years of friendship, stepped on jungwon's foot under the table and shot him a confused look that caused the younger to empty whatever liquor was left in his glass and swallowing part of his anger along with it.

a few hours later (or more like what felt like an eternity to jungwon), your night out ended with bidding goodbye's to each other, a friendly 'it was nice meeting you' from jay and a more drunk than sober 'you better not hurt her' from jungwon.

.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡

while jay contacted you a few times after your night out, asking the usual how are you's and the not-yet-usual how are things with sunghoon, you'd heard nothing from jungwon. you'd tried to reach out to him, but he had kept your communication to a minimum, his replies coming late, short and dry - if even.

that was until you found him in front of your door the next thursday night, after he had successfully woken you up by ringing the doorbell almost non-stop. when you opened the door and saw him standing in front of your apartment, you were ready to throw all kinds of complaints right at his face. because where did he get the audacity from to randomly pay you a visit past your bed time, when he knew for a fact how much you cherished your sleep and especially when he'd barely talked to you over the past week.

however, it took only a second look at his face for you to quickly close your mouth and swallow your complaints. you'd seen him feeling down before, but you'd never seen him like this. dark circles marred his usually bright eyes - eyes that were now red, either from anger or from tears. his skin was pale and his lips looked like they hadn't formed a smile in days. you couldn't quite make out his expression, swinging somewhere between the lines of sadness and sheer emptiness.

suddenly, it didn't matter that he interrupted your sacred sleeping time. worry rushed over you as you wordlessly stepped aside, eyebrows furrowed and lower lip sucked between your teeth, to make space for your friend to enter.

after jungwon had hesitantly stepped inside your apartment, you carefully grabbed his wrist, leading him to the living room and putting both your hands on his shoulders, pushing down softly until he sat on the sofa. your soft touch left tiny sparks on his skin that lingered there even after you left the living room again.

as you came back moments later with a mug of tea in both hands, you found jungwon still sitting in the same position. his gaze stuck to his knees, almost as if he didn't dare to look at you.

you exhaled a small sigh, before handing him one of the cups, placing the other on the small coffee table. you grabbed a blanket from the other side of the sofa and carefully put it around his shoulders in hopes it would somehow comfort him.

after you sat down next to him, it took him only the blink of an eye to blurt out all the thoughts that clouded his mind at once.

"i'm sorry for bothering you at this time, i know you were probably sleeping and i really tried to reach jay, but he didn't answer his calls and he wasn't home and-... and i know i didn't even talk to you properly the past days but-"

"jungwon.", you interrupted him, softly placing your hand on his upper arm. "what happened?"

he was right. you were sleeping and he hadn't talked to you properly the past days, but that didn't matter anymore. your chest felt tight at the sight of your friend in such a state.

you could hear jungwon release a long sigh before he said the words you'd already expected to hear: "we broke up."

you listened attentively as he gave you a summary of the previous happenings. it sounded like the prime example of a nasty break up; hour long arguments with a lot of screaming and crying included. trying to make up, only to fuck it all over the next second. you could feel your heart aching for him, only imagining how overwhelmed he must have felt, especially after being so in love.

"oh, jungwon...", you sighed once he was done, taking his hand that had started shaking in his lap at the memory of everything he told you in yours and giving it a careful squeeze.

his shaking hand came to a halt at your soft touch and for a reason unknown to himself, jungwon wished that you'd never let go.

"i'm so sorry", you broke the silence again and slowly let go of his hand, leaving it cold without your touch.

you knew he would talk to you or jay whenever he felt the need to and you certainly didn't want to push him to speak, nor dig too deep with further questions.

"comfort movie and ice cream?"

jungwon's lips curled into the hint of a smile just for the blink of an eye before it disappeared again and he nodded.

"comfort movie and ice cream"

.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡

even a week later, jungwon caught himself thinking back to the night he rang your doorbell in despair and how you'd comforted him so effortlessly. he swore if he thought about it hard enough, he could still feel your warm touch around his wrist, on his shoulders, on his arm, and on his hand. sometimes, he even caught himself wondering what it would feel like to hold your hand for longer, or how much comfort it would give him to hold your body close to his if only the tiny amount of skinship had felt like this. like the first ray of sunshine after a storm. like home.

although he knew he had no business to neither think nor feel like that, his mind tricked him into the same train of thoughts over and over again. and whenever it happened, he'd feel guilty. he'd hate himself for letting his thoughts wander back to you so frequently, knowing it was straight up egoistic. you had comforted him that night. you had given him the tiny bit of affection that he'd been so deprived of ever since his relationship went downhill - even if it had just been platonically. he blamed the fact that you were running laps around his mind on the situation he'd been in, but that only made it worse. knowing he was only longing to relive these tiny moments with you for the sake of feeling at ease - of forgetting about his break up. or so he thought.

over the next few weeks, he was proven wrong. he couldn't say he was over his ex girlfriend yet, but she for sure started to matter less and less to him. at the same time, thoughts of you clouded his mind more often than he'd liked to admit.

at first, he'd tried to shrug it off. but as time passed, he couldn't deny the small pang in his chest whenever sunghoon picked you up from your night outs, whenever he saw your phone light up from a notification, the picture of you and sunghoon that you had put as your lockscreen greeting him, or each time you posted your boyfriend on social media - being all lovey-dovey, of course.

if he thought all of these feelings were just caused by the sudden lack of love in his life at first, by now he was sure that they were the outcome of the lack of your love.

you, on the other hand, blamed any glares at your boyfriend, any of jungwon's sighs at the sight of you two together, and any other more or less weird behaviour from jungwon on the fact that he was still not over his break up and simply felt a bit uneasy at seeing love happening right in front of him.

.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡

as the weekend rolled around, you were hoping that saturday afternoon would not only lighten up jungwon's mood overall, but also ease the uncomfortable tension between the two of you.

it was jay's birthday and as per his wish, you met up with him and some of his other friends from college to play bowling all together. you had been hesitant about letting sunghoon tag along, given the circumstances with jungwon and you not wanting to be the reason for a ruined birthday, but jay, who had also grown closer to sunghoon over time, convinced you otherwise.

although you were enormously behind in points, the game was fun and everyone seemed to have a good time. small waves of relief washed over you each time you saw jungwon scoring a strike, followed by a cheerful jubilation. finally.

it was your last turn before the game was over. even though your chances of winning were zero, you still tried your best to at least hit a few pins - just so the results wouldn't be as embarrassing. and against your own expectations, you indeed scored a solid seven.

when you turned around, jungwon tried his best to surpress a proud smile at your result. there was no need. it would have gone unnoticed by you anyways, your eyes falling right on sunghoon, his wide smile and his opened arms that embraced you in a short hug after you approached him.

"see, i told you; you just need some practice and you'll do well", he mumbled in your hair, leaving a soft peck on top of them, before he let go of the hug, cupped your face in his hands and captured your lips in a short but loving kiss.

"i guess seven is my lucky number", you replied jokingly flirtous.

sunghoon opened his mouth to reply, but was quickly interrupted by an annoyed groan coming from the other side of the table.

"you guys are gross"

the glare you gave jungwon for his words made his insides twist and he decided to keep whatever else words he wanted to throw at you - out of pure jealousy, admittedly - to himself.

in fact, you didn't hear any other word from him that day, until you used a moment in which sunghoon and jay were busy discussing whether baseball or ice hockey was better, to follow jungwon as he excused himself to the restroom. you were dedicated to confront him about the prior situation.

"what the fuck was that for, jungwon?"

he raised his eyebrows cluelessly.

"you know what i mean. it was unnecessary. and not exactly respectful." you crossed your arms in front of your chest, looking at him expectantly.

"it hurts seeing you with him."

fuck. his own eyes widened as the words of confession left his mouth. out of all the lies he could have come up with, did he really have to say the truth?

you sighed, dropping your arms to your sides. "listen, jungwon. i'm sorry about your break up and your loss, but just because you ended your realtionship doesn't mean that i have to-"

"am i not being obvious enough?", he interrupted, causing you to look at him in disbelief.

"what? i don't think i'm rubbing your nose in-"

"oh, cut the cap, y/n", he interrupted again, a slight hint of annoyance shadowing over his words this time. he blamed it for the sudden confidence it gave him as the next words just rolled off his tongue without any warning.

"you really don't understand i'm in love with you?"

the words hit you like a punch in the gut, its pain spreading all over your stomach as you took a step back.

this world cannot be so sick and twisted, you thought as the uneasy feeling made its way to your chest like a heavy weight that made it hard to breathe.

you swallowed hard, as if that would subside the feeling.

"i don't think this is the place and time to have this conversation now", you tried your best to stay calm, although all you wanted was to run off and escape the situation.

"why?" jungwon asked, and with each step he took towards you, you took a step back. "cause your boyfriend is just a few steps away?"

your heart was hammering against your chest.

"and what if he hurts you?", he continued.

memories of your previous relationship, memories which you had worked so hard to shove all the way to the very back of our mind, hit you like a wave. what if he hurts you?

you shook your head in an attempt to shake them off, trying to keep your cool with the attempt of a deep breath. you wouldn't panic. not here, not now.

"what would you know about his intentions?"

"nothing. but i don't trust him and i know about mine. you can still choose me over him and we'll-"

"stop", you said sternly. your head hurt and everything was spinning. "stop making everything about you." words left your mouth before your head was done forming them into sentences. "i had liked you for so long before and you never cared how i felt when you talked about her non-stop."

jungwon's eyes widened as your confession rang in his ears. "i...", he swallowed hard, "i care about how you're feeling"

"i'm feeling happy now. you care? then don't ruin this for me"

.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡

weeks later, the stress the situation had left you in, had calmed down. you were laying on the side you claimed as yours on sunghoon's bed, scrolling through tiktok and effectively procrastinating on your studies. after sunghoon had left to meet with his study group, you were alone in his apartment. he'd offered you to tag along, but after you'd declined, you just decided to stay in his place so you could spend the evening together once he came back.

after a few more minutes of scrolling, you finally put your phone down and started studying. just when you felt too exhausted to continue, you heard keys turning in the lock of the front door. what a timing.

you quickly closed your laptop, stood up and made your way to the front door to greet sunghoon, only for him to quickly rush past you, not even granting you a look, but instead keeping his face down.

you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and turned around to follow him.

"babe?"

you tried to understand what it was that caused him to act like that all of a sudden. everything was fine when he left. your mind started racing about all the things you could have possibly done wrong when he shut the door to the bathroom right in front of your face.

he didn't lock, but you didn't want to enter like an intrudor, so you took a deep breath before carefully knocking on the wooden door.

"sunghoon?"

when you heard nothing but the sound of water running, you decided to open the door slowly, little by little, until you could see him leaning over the sink and washing his face.

when you caught sight of the sink, painted in red, an alarm went off in your head. you quickly rushed over to him and stopped his attempt to splash more water on his face by grabbing both his wrists, tight but careful enough to not hurt him.

when he finally faced you, your heart dropped. his lip was slightly bruised and blood ran down his nose. you gave him a worried look to which he averted his gaze.

a few moments later, he was sitting on the edge of the bathtub with you kneeling in front of him, cleaning up the blood on his face and treating his wounds. although you were careful, you could hear him hiss in pain from time to time.

"are you going to tell me what happened?", you broke the silence while tapping a tissue on his lip.

no answer.

you took his hands in yours, scanning his knuckles for any injuries.

"you didn't fight back", you established.

still no answer.

you stood up with a sigh, ready to leave the bathroom, when only one word from sunghoon made you freeze right at the spot.

"jungwon."

.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡

when you didn't find jungwon at his place, you drove to the café he recently started working at, in hopes of finding him there. you knew he was busy working, if he was there, but you couldn't care less.

sunghoon had tried to talk you out of it, practically begging you to just let it be and to stay home with him, and the memories of the last time you tried to tackle a problem with jungwon weren't exactly encouraging you to do so again, either. everything told you to not confront jungwon about the whole situation, but anger got the best of you when you, nevertheless, decided to do so.

when you arrived to the café, you caught a glimpse of the counter, half relieved to see jungwon behind it, half not. not wanting to cause a scene, you waited in the queue until it was your turn.

"hi, what can i get-"

jungwon's words got stuck in his throat when he realized who was standing in front of him.

he believed in coincidences, but this would be too much of an coincidence, even for him. he knew you knew.

"let me guess, your lovely boyfriend told you already?", he cocked an eyebrow.

"care to explain?", you asked back, mimicking his attitude.

instead of replying, he left his spot, grabbed a glass and started to add ingredients you couldn't quite make out from the speed he was working at. once he was done, he placed it on the counter in front of you.

"i'm off in half an hour", he slid the glass across the wood, closer to you, "if you wait, i'll tell you after. the coffee's on the house."

and without another word, he turned to the next customer, ready to take their order.

you sighed, but grabbed the drink and sat down in an empty chair, swirling the straw. you hadn't exactly planned for the day to end with you sitting there, waiting for jungwon to finish his shift, and sipping on a coffee that tasted surprisingly good - but here you were.

a few minutes later, jungwon, who was now changed out of his working clothes, approached your table.

"i told you to stay out of it", you said, before he even had the chance to say anything. "what makes you think getting involved and punching him was okay?"

how and where did you two even meet? why did you start this, and why didn't sunghoon fight back? tons of questions rose up all at once, making it hard to not lose your focus.

instead of replying, he silently reached out his hand, to which you just gave him a confused look.

"you won't believe me, anyways. so i'll show you."

not sure how to feel about what he had to show you, you hesitated before standing up, but refusing to take his hand. you followed him through a door that prohibited access to customers with a sign that read 'staff only'.

without a word, he sat down in front of a big computer screen, repeatedly clicking on different things with the mouse and tapping on the keyboard here and there. his narrowed eyes indicated he was searching something.

an uneasy feeling crept up on you, spread from your stomach, to your chest, and finally the rest of your body. you had no clue what jungwon was about to show you, but what you were sure of was that it couldn't be good.

"got it", he finally said, after what felt like an eternity. part of you was curious to see what he'd show you, while another, bigger part was eager to run away and pretend the day had never happened.

hesitantly, you took a few steps into his direction, until you could see the screen. at the second glimpse, you understood that what you saw in front of you on the screen was the café you'd been sitting in less than five minutes ago. he was showing you the café's cctv file.

"that was right before my shift", jungwon said, before he clicked play and leaned back for you to see the screen better. although, when you saw and realized, you wished your vision was blocked.

what you saw was no one other than your boyfriend sharing a table with an unfamiliar girl, both of them sitting a little too close to each other for your liking. you weren't a jealous person per se, but you also had boundaries. and your boyfriend's arm around the shoulders of a random girl you didn't know came very close to crossing them.

you tried to tell yourself that they were waiting for the other members of their study group, but no one else arrived, and nothing on the table looked like studying.

your stomach sank further and further, pearls of cold sweat pooled in the palms of your hands and your knees started to feel weak the closer the two got to each other. by now, you were anticipating what you saw next, but you still clung desperately to the tiny bit of hope that you had left; that told you you were exaggerating and it would be fine.

but even that tiny spark of hope died when you saw exactly what you'd expected to see. your boyfriend leaned in for a kiss.

your breath got caught in your throat and by now you knees felt like they'd give in and let you hit the ground.

the last thing you saw on the screen was jungwon pulling sunghoon away and placing a delicate punch right in his face without hesitation - then the screen went black.

it wasn't until you saw your reflection in the screen that you realized jungwon had stood up and placed his hand on the small of your back, as if to steady you.

silent tears rolled down your cheeks until they fully blurred your vision. what if he hurts you, jungwon's words from several weeks prior replayed in your head.

before your mind could wander off to questions such as how long it had been going on or what you did wrong to get cheated on, you were pulled into a tight hug.

jungwon held you through your sobs, let you soak his shirt in tears and carefully stroked your back in an attempt to calm you down.

although his heart was aching, ripping a little every time you let out another bitter sob, he held you tight to his chest as if keeping you close to him could protect you from all the bad in the world. oh, how he wished it could.

after you'd calmed down, he slowly let go of you, taking his hands off your back and on your cheeks instead, cupping your face and slowly wiping away your tears.

"now if after this you still don't choose me over him, i don't know either", he tried hard to make it sound like a joke, "also, my skills in making coffee are immaculate, so..."

the last part elicited a small chuckle on your behalf that quickly died again.

"i need time, won"

he nodded and gave you a soft smile, your face still cupped by his hands.

"as much time as you need", he said softly, "whenever you feel ready, i'll be here waiting for you, okay? as long as it takes you"

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First Times Ch 3: Show Me, Teach Me ~Larissa Weems xFem Student!Sorceress!Reader

Part 3!!! And Larissa is teaching Reader how to pleasure along with some aftercare.

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, age gap (all legal), smut, kissing, hickeys, bruises, teasing, fingering, thigh riding, praise kink, mommy possibly turned mistress kink…?, fluffy aftercare, implied future smut, etc.

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“Good Morning, my Dear.” Larissa spoke as you entered her office the next Saturday morning.

“Morning…” you sleepily stated.

“Come have a seat, love. I’ll be finished with my work in a minute.”

You silently nodded and went to take the seat across from Larissa. It didn’t take long for Larissa to pack her paper away, leaving her attention to you. But when her eyes met yours, you sheepishly looked away.

“What is is, my Darling?” Larissa asked with a light chuckle and small smile.

“I…” you stuttered, embarrassed by your thoughts.

At your loss for words, Larissa got up from her seat and came over to you. She knelt down in front of you and embraced your hands.

“Talk to me? Please, love.” She urged you with concern and care.

“Can you teach me how to pleasure you?” You said in a dead whisper.

You expected Larissa to find it funny and unacceptable that you didn’t know how to please another woman. But quite the contrary… Larissa brought on hand up to your cheek, while the other still held yours,

“Of course, darling. I would love to show you.” She cooed in response.

You smiled and went red at her words, immediately looking down again.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Larissa gently urged you, moving your chin up to meet her eyes, “Is this what you would like to do today…?”

You nodded vigorously and eagerly. Larissa chuckled at your reaction.

“Darling, if you keep not answering, I may have to teach you about punishment…” she teased.

Your stomache dropped and your heart quickened at the thought of punishment.

“Sorry…! Yes, I’d like that very much, Larissa…” you rushedly admitted.

Larissa hummed in delight at your response.

“Do you remember the safe words?”

“Yes, ‘red’ is stop.” You replied.

“Correct. ‘red’ is stop, ‘yellow’ is pause, and ‘green’ is good, do you understand?” She reassuringly asked.

“Yes, Larissa.”

“Good girl. Now, I have an attached private quarters next to this office. Would you be comfortable with moving in there, today?” Larissa gently asked you.

“Yes please…” you eagerly whimpered.

Larissa lightly chuckled at your response as she raised herself again, extending a hand to help you up as well. You graciously accepted her hand, which you noted were quite beautiful and breath taking, and Larissa led you to a side cabinet door in the corner of the office. She opened the door with a click and you followed her through. The door was closed and locked with another click.

“Sit on the edge of the bed, love.” Larissa instructed you.

You did as you were told. Larissa smirked at your quick obedience and turned around so that she was now facing away from you.

“Help me with my zipper, love?” she asked.

You instinctually found the zipper on Larissa’s stunning dress and began to unzip her dress for her, as she took out the many pins in her hair. With the zipper undone, Larissa thanked you and stood up, letting her hair cascade down over her shoulders and her dress pool on the ground, which she easily slipped out of. You stared at her with your mouth practically agape.

Larissa was wearing a wine red lingerie set that matched her lips perfectly…

“Like what you see…?” she teased you.

Blush crept up your cheeks at the idea of being caught staring. Larissa then came around the bed and placed herself against the headboard, patting the opening between her legs for you to fill. You immediately complied, scooting over to plant yourself in between her thighs.

Then you felt Larissa’s lips on yours. At first, the kiss was calm and caring… But it quickly delved into rushed heat and passion. You both pulled off your shirt in desperation. Larissa pulled away from the kiss first, eliciting a small whine from your lips.

“I want you to explore and mark up my body, love. Start with my lips and move down south…” she instructed you.

Your eyes lit up at her words.

“Yes, Larissa...” You immediately obliged, exited to please her for the first time.

You began peppering kisses all over Larissa’s face, coming back to her lips every once and a while. Then, you moved down to her neck and collar bone. You hit Larissa’s pressure point and she lightly gasped. You immediately looked up in concern, but your concerns were put to bed by the lustful and needy eyes that met yours.

“Don’t stop, darling…” Larissa panted, “bite down on that mark, love…”

You did as your lover told you with a light hint of confusion. As you sucked on her pressure point, Larissa let out a strangled moan in pleasure, causing you to double down on your efforts, leaving a trail of hickeys and marks wherever your mouth went. You continued to explore her body and wander down her curves. You reached her bra, and Larissa gladly arched her back for you to unclip it. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight of Larissa’s more exposed body.

“Go ahead, love… Swirl your tongue around each bud, you can use your fingers too…” she reassured you.

Breaking from your trance, you hesitantly took a nipple into your mouth and swirled your tongue around it. At this, Larissa gasped, arched her back to you even more, and bucked her hips forward, grabbing onto your arm.

“That’s it, love, don’t stop…!” Larissa encouraged you breathlessly.

You continued to lap away at her left erect bud, and then proceeded to go over her right bud with the pad of your thumb. Larissa visibly and audibly shuddered, and her nipples hardened even more at your actions. After spending ample time caressing and tasting Larissa’s breasts, you moved down to her stomache. Larissa was letting out breathy moans and whimpers at this point.

“Baby, be a good girl and take off mommy’s knickers for her…” Larissa moaned out in need, stopping you in the middle of you teasing her thighs.

Your breath hitched. Larissa’s eyes widened at her slip of the tongue.

“Yes… mommy…” you whispered, hooking your knickers with your teeth and taking them off.

God was she a heavenly sight…

Larissa moaned out in delight. You looked back up at Larissa for direction.

“Come straddle my lap, baby…” Larissa purred.

You came right up to Larissa, trapping her against the bed board.

“Would you prefer to use your fingers or your tongue, darling?” she asked you, caressing your cheek lightly.

You blushed at Larissa’s words and actions, “Ummm… What would you like…?”

“Let’s start with your fingers, dear…” she spoke gently, guiding one of your hands down to her throbbing heat.

You dragged a finger through her soaked folds, making Larissa’s head fall back in a silent scream of pleasure.

“That’s it, love… You can slide a finger inside me once your ready…!” Larissa breathlessly and needily moaned out.

You immediately did as she said and slid one of your fingers into her soaking cunt, slowly thrusting in and out of her.

“Fuck— you’re a natural love!!” Larissa cried out, jerking her hips to meet the thrusts of your finger.

You blushed at her comment, as your own inside started to tighten with need and lust. Fucking Larissa was turning you on… Insanely so…

“You can add another finger if you want…!” Larissa whimpered, practically begging you to add another finger, so you slid another finge inside her throbbing heat.

“Good. Now as you thrust in… OhhHh Fuck!… As you thrust in, curl your… curl your fingers inside me…” Larissa breathless stuttered through strangled cries.

Larissa’s hand went straight to your hair and her toes curled when you started curling your fingers inside Larissa’s fluttering pussy.

“FUCK—! just like that!!” Larissa cried out, tightening her grip on your hair, making you whimper in both pain and pleasure.

You decided to pick up the pace a little, which Larissa immediately showed you was worth it, as she began crying out and moaning even more and even louder.

“So good fuck mommy’s so close…!” Larissa sinfully moaned, “Place your thumb on my clit and… and roll it in circles please fuck please…!!”

You did so, bringing the pad of your thumb to her clit and rubbing it in circles. This is what broke Larissa. You could feel her walls clenching around your digits as she came, crying out like a broken record.

It was fucking heavenly…

Eventually, you slowly pulled your fingers out of her dripping cunt, once she had come down from her high, and you instinctually stuck them in your mouth. You both moaned at the sight. Larissa then pulled you forward and smashed her lips onto yours, moaning at the taste of herself. You both pulled away, panting breathlessly.

“So… how’d I do…?” you insecurely asked, a furious blush washing over your cheeks yet again.

“Oh my love, you did marvelous. You did so good for mommy, such a good girl…” Larissa showered you with praise, taking you into her embrace, which you graciously accepted.

The two of you snuggled for a while, but you couldn’t shake the tension built up in your own core.

“Mommy…?” you whispered into Larissa’s chest.

“Yes, my darling?”

You sat up, still straddling Larissa’s lap, and you instinctually began rolling your hips lightly into Larissa’s lap.

“I need… can you…?” you brokenly panted to Larissa, your mind still in a sex fog.

Larissa immediately understood your need, smiling lightly at your pure nature and manners, “Of course darling, come straddle my thigh…”

You looked at Larissa with concussion for a second, but quickly understood when she guided your hips to roll against her tensed thigh, making your keel over in overwhelming pleasure. You quickly took over and began grinding down on the blonde’s creamy thigh.

“Just like that, love… Ride mommy’s thigh…” Larissa purred into your ear, her pupils dialating at the sight of your lustful actions.

And boy did you ride her thigh…

With your shirt and knickers still on, you rutted against Larissa’s thigh in desperate need for some friction and release.

“Please mommy…wanna cum…!!” you mewled out, eyes glazing over and your hip jerkings getting sloppier by the second.

“Go ahead, love… let go and cum for mommy…” Larissa purred.

You came, squirting your wetness all over your knickers and Larissa’s thigh with a breathy scream. Then in exhaustion, you collapsed in Larissa’s lap. Larissa helped you get your bearings back, while mindlessly tracing your bra line through your shirt.

“How about a bath, my darling…?” Larissa gently suggested.

You nodded and with a spent throat replied, “Yes please…”

“Alright, you stay right here, and I will grab some things to clean us up and go start that bath.” Larissa spoke, moving out from behind you, but not leaving the bed before giving you a peck on the lips.

You heard the bath start to run as Larissa was out of the room. She came back with a warm washcloth and a water.

“Take the rest of your clothes off for me…?” Larissa asked with nothing but gentleness and caring in her tone.

You got up, your legs still a little wobbly, and stripped off your shirt, bra, and knickers. Larissa patted you back into the bed, where she cleaned up the mess the both of you had made on your legs and her thighs.

Then, Larissa scooped you up, eliciting a yelp and giggle from you. She brought you to her private bathroom and placed you in the warm water of the bathtub. Larissa then promptly joined you, sliding in behind you. You immediately snuggled in between her legs again.

Larissa caringly watched as you innocently dozed off in her embrace, smiling to herself at your pure, sleeping form.

She was eternally grateful that you had entrusted your innocence to her… It was past lust, she truly cared…

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The Sweepstakes: Marcus Pike (Porn Star AU)

Pairing: Porn Star Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Summary: Feeling down about your dating life, you take a chance and enter to win a night with a porn star.  Will it be as good as you imagine?

Word count: ~3.5k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: Unprotected PiV (paperwork is involved), oral sex (m and f receiving)

A/N: This thot invaded my brain over the weekend and wouldn’t let me go, so I sat down this morning and wrote it.  I’ve never written this much in one day.  I guess I was inspired! The company mentioned is heavily inspired by Bellesa and the nickname comes from one of their videos.  This is unbeta’d. I hope you enjoy!

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You won.

What the fuck?

Your entire body flushes with heat.  Adrenaline tingles in your chest and behind your knees.  Your hands tremble.

You never expected to win.

You remember the night you filled out the form.  You were wine-drunk after another disappointing date with a guy from the apps.  You’d had a string of them.  One you liked well enough to go home with and have mediocre sex.  It takes time, you told yourself.  You liked him enough that you’d give him another try, only he went radio silent.  So much for him.

No wonder you decided to throw caution to the wind and enter the sweepstakes.

Win a night with a porn star! – sponsored by your favorite site that specializes in porn with a female gaze.  They claim all the orgasms are real, and you believe them.

What would it be like to have sex with someone who does it for a living?  Someone who really knows what he’s doing?

The temptation was too great, so you had clicked the button.

And now you’d won.

A night with a porn star.

You scroll down the informational email, taking in as much as you can in your shocked state.  They reiterate the terms you had agreed to when you first entered, but now they want to know which performer you want to spend your night with.

The choice is easy.

You’ve watched all his videos, even the silly softcore ones where he plays an FBI agent hunting down an art smuggler who is very willing to have sex with him when he catches her.

He’s boyishly handsome.  When he smiles, his eyes crinkle and sparkle.  He looks so friendly and kind… and wow can he fuck.

The women performers he’s paired with are always excited to work with him.  Those who have partnered with him before often tell the off-screen director how much fun they have had with him in the past – how the sex feels so connected with him.

The ones who haven’t worked with him yet talk about his reputation as “the human Hitachi” – a reference to the popular vibrator.

Afterwards, they confirm that it’s an apt nickname.

You check the box next to “Marcus Pike” and click submit.

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You arrive at the studio office just before your designated time.  This first visit is to sign various consent forms, talk to the director, and turn in paperwork verifying your sexual history, STI status, and sexual boundaries.  You will come back later for the actual event.

The office is decorated in whites, grays, and pinks.  It soothes your jangled nerves.  If you think too much about it, you know you’ll run back out the door, so you don’t.  You go through each step slightly detached from your body.

The receptionist greets you with a friendly smile and directs you to sit on one of the plush couches while you wait for your appointment.

Only a few minutes later, you are called back into the office to talk with the director, Erin.  She greets you warmly and you sit down in the chair across from her desk.

“How are you? Nervous?” she asks and chuckles when you nod.  “It’s ok, I’m sure I would be too in your shoes, but I promise we are going to take good care of you.”

Your nerves calm slightly as she speaks with you.  She’s just a normal woman in an unusual business.  Her relaxed and professional demeanor gradually allows you to unclench your jaw and relax your shoulders.

You listen attentively as she talks you through the various consent forms.

“Ok, last one,” Erin places yet another sheet in front of you.  “You have the option of being recorded.  It’s totally up to you.  There won’t be anyone else in the room besides you and Marcus, great choice by the way, but we can set up a few cameras if you think you would like that.  The footage would go home with you, and we would never use it without your permission,” she pauses while you take in the information.  “Just check the box next to the option you’d like.  You can decide afterwards if you’d like our editors to take a pass at it or if you’d prefer to be the only one who ever sees it.”

You stare down at the options on the paper in front of you.  Do you want to be recorded? The rush of arousal that just flooded your pussy says yes.  You only get one night, why not give yourself the option of reliving it?  You check the box indicating you’d like to be recorded and sign your name at the bottom of the form, sliding it back across the desk.

“That’s everything for me,” she places all the papers in a neat stack on her desk and smiles at you.  “You are free for the rest of the afternoon.  Come back here at 7 for the main event.  Wear whatever makes you feel comfortable.  You and Marcus will have as much time as you need to talk and get to know each other before you do your scene.  There’s no rush.  Do you have any questions?”

You should have a million questions, but Erin has been thorough and you’re still not letting yourself think too hard, so you shake your head and stand up from your chair.  Erin leads back out to the waiting room.

“We’ll see you later tonight!” she says as she shakes your hand one last time.

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How many videos have you watched that were filmed in this room?  You look around the simply furnished bedroom in disbelief.  You are actually here.  At the center stands a large comfortable bed, dressed in soft white linens and pillows.  The padded headboard is situated between two windows, the gauzy curtains let in the soft light of the fading sun.  On either side of the bed are nightstands stocked with towels and lube, things that are probably kept out of sight when filming for real, but they are at hand tonight in case you need them.

Cameras have been placed on tripods at a few different places around the room, but no one sits in the chairs beside them.  Lights blink on their fronts indicating they have started recording.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Erin says heading back towards the door, “Marcus will be in in a few minutes.  I’ll be down the hall if you need anything.”

You nod and she leaves.  You take a few calming breaths and sit down on the edge of the bed.  You’d chosen to wear a simple sundress over a new underwear set you picked out special for the occasion.  You smooth the fabric over your legs, drying your damp palms in the process, as you wait for Marcus.

He doesn’t make you wait long, the large doors open, and he enters with a smile.

He’s wearing a soft gray t-shirt and jeans. He’s barefoot and his short brown hair is casually mussed.  Your heartbeat pounds in your ears as you stand, and he makes his way over to you.

“Hi, I’m Marcus,” he says.

“I know,” you blurt out.  He chuckles and looks down sheepishly.  “I mean, nice to meet you,” you fumble, embarrassed, then introduce yourself.

“I know,” he responds with a wink and a smile, which you return gratefully.  He’s already setting you at ease.  He gestures for you to sit back down on the bed, lowering himself to sit next to you.

“Erin says she explained everything to you, I just want to reiterate that there’s no rush.  We can talk for a while.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that,” you stammer.  “I… uhh… do you like working here?” you ask, grasping at the first coherent thought that flits through your head.

“I do,” he smiles.  “I love my job.  I love working with beautiful women, like yourself, and making them feel good.” His eyes trail appreciatively up your body.

Your skin warms at the compliment.

“Can I ask,” he continues, “what prompted you to enter the sweepstakes?”

“Oh, well,” you laugh nervously, “I haven’t had the best luck with men lately and the idea of being with someone who really knows what they’re doing really appealed to me.”

“I see.  You’re in good hands.  Not to brag, but I definitely know what I’m doing.” Marcus’s dark eyes flash.  Heat and want flood your body, burning away the nervousness.

“I bet you don’t have trouble dating.  That is if you’re not married… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be asking.”

“It’s ok,” he chuckles.  “I’m not married, and you’d be surprised.”  He runs a hand through his brown hair.  It looks soft. Soon, you’ll get to touch him and find out.

“I… uhh… I think I’m ready,” you swallow thickly.

“Ok,” he responds.  His deep voice rumbles through your body.  “Can I kiss you?”

You nod as he moves closer to you on the bed. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, drawing Marcus’s eye, before he closes the space between you.

His plush lips are soft on yours as he cups your jaw with his large hand.  He plies you with gentle languid kisses.  Kissing Marcus is like slipping into a warm bath.  You feel yourself melting into him as he eases you back onto the bed.

His mouth moves to explore your jawline and down your neck to your collarbone, leaving goosebumps in its wake.  He draws his nose along your throat on his way back to your mouth, lips firmer now, more insistent.

You can’t help the whimpers that escape your throat.  He responds by delving into your mouth with his tongue. His hands roam down your sides to your legs, fingers inching up under the hem of your dress.

“Is this ok?” he asks, breaking the kiss.  You nod.  He pulls your dress up and you help him draw it over your head.  He pulls his own shirt off at the same time, tossing the garments into a corner.

You’ve watched his videos so many times, but nothing has prepared you for being inches away from this glorious man in the flesh.  His golden skin glints in the fading light.  You admire the breadth of his shoulders and how his body tapers down to his trim waist.  He is not overly muscled, but strong and firm.  His jeans hang low on his hips, hiding the apex of the V that disappears into them.

Your fingers itch to touch him and you realize with a start, that you can.

As he bends back down over you, you run your hands over his warm, smooth skin – down his arms and the planes of his back.  You explore his neck with your mouth as he settles beside you and opens himself to your curiosity, humming contentedly with approval.

You make your way down his chest, touching and licking every hill and valley along the way, until you get to his jeans.  You look up at him, kneeling between his legs, mouth watering.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he smiles and sits up, abdominal muscles flexing with the effort.  “Let’s get you out of this pretty underwear first.”  He reaches around your back and unclasps your lacy bra.  You allow it to fall down your arms without any hesitation.  It feels like the most natural thing in the world to be naked with him.

Marcus’s tongue slips between his lips as he takes in the sight of your bare breasts.  He ducks his head down and pulls one nipple into his mouth.  You gasp and dig your fingers into his broad shoulders to keep yourself steady.

His mouth works you expertly, tugging and sucking in a way that sends jolts of electricity through your body.  His wide palm cups your other breast as he tweaks the nipple between his fingers.

His mouth comes off you with a wet pop.  He drags his lips up your neck then pulls you into a fevered kiss, holding you firmly against his front.  You can feel his erection against your stomach through his jeans and you whimper.

Marcus eases you down to the bed and draws your underwear down your legs.

“Can I taste you?” he rasps, needily.

“Yes,” you breathe.  “But…”

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Marcus pauses his movements, brow furrowed with concern.

“I’m… umm… I’m not as flexible as the women you work with.  I don’t think I can… hold myself... the way they do.”  You chew your bottom lip.

Marcus concern melts away, “That’s ok.  Most of those positions are just for the cameras anyway.  You tell me if anything is uncomfortable and we’ll do something else, ok?”

“Ok,” you reply.

Marcus smiles as he lowers himself between your knees.  He kisses the inside of your thigh, and you shiver.  He works his way down your leg to your center, inhaling deeply as he reaches his target.  He moans appreciatively and the sound sends tingles across your skin.

The first swipe of his tongue through your folds nearly lifts you off the bed, you’re so worked up.  Marcus wraps his arm around your hip and spreads his large hand across your abdomen to hold you down.

“Your pussy is delicious, sweetheart.”

Your breath comes in shallow pants as you look down at the beautiful man between your legs.  He holds your gaze and smirks as he lowers himself back down to your cunt.

He positively devours your pussy.  He sucks and flicks at your clit with his tongue in between long, firm strokes from your entrance to your sensitive bud.  You are reduced to a puddle of whimpers and whines under his ministrations.  You want to watch what he’s doing to you, but the pleasure is overwhelming, and you can’t help but fall back on the bed and bask in it.  His nickname is definitely correct.

He slips two fingers inside you, stroking your upper wall.  Your body shudders and shakes while Marcus watches you with hooded eyes.

“Do you want to come like this?” he asks, as though he doesn’t already know the answer.

“God, yes.  Yes, yes, please yes,” you beg, and he chuckles before sucking your clit into his mouth again.

His warm, wet, firm mouth winds the coil in your belly.  You feel yourself approach the edge of your orgasm and let go.  You’re falling… gasping… shaking… overcome with the pleasure radiating through you.

Marcus continues to stroke you through your climax, watching intently as you come back to yourself.  He draws his fingers out slowly, sucking them into his mouth with a moan, before moving back up the bed next to you.

“Do you need to take a break?”

You shake your head and look over at him, smiling.  “I want to see you.”  The post-orgasm dopamine rush is making you feel brave.

“Absolutely.” Marcus rolls off the edge of the bed and stands, looking down at you.  He unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down, freeing his erection.

You’ve seen his cock so many times, but it’s even better in person.

Thick and slightly curved.  Long but not scarily so.  In a word…

Gorgeous

“Thank you,” he says smiling, eyes crinkling, apparently you said that out loud.

You scoot to the edge of the bed and look up at him, “Can I?”

“Of course.”

You take him in your hand, reveling in the intake of his breath at your touch.  You stroke him from root to tip before dipping your head and retracing your path with your tongue.

“Fuck,” he exhales as you take him in your mouth.

He is heavy and firm on your tongue.  He places his hand on your head, not pushing you to take him deeper than you want but reassuring you that he’s there enjoying this as much as you are.

Your need for him grows with every twist of your hand and suck of your mouth.  When it becomes too much, you pop off and look up at him.

“Will you fuck me now?”

“Yes, please,” he responds, voice heavy with want.  He bends to kiss you again.  Moaning into your mouth as your tongues tangle together needily.  You scoot back to the middle of the bed, and he follows you.

“Do you have any requests?” he asks between kisses.

“You choose, you’re the expert.”

Marcus laughs as he moves between your legs and lines himself up with your entrance.  “Let’s start here.”

He slides his way in slowly, stretching you open.  Your eyes flutter closed as he fully sheathes himself in you.

“Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart.”

“So do you,” you manage to choke out as he starts to thrust into you.  Each stroke of his length dragging along your walls and hitting places deep inside you that you didn’t know existed.

He pushes one of your knees up to your chest, opening you up and allowing him to go even deeper.  It’s not uncomfortable with his strong hands supporting you.

“Fuck yes,” you cry out as he repeatedly hits something inside you that curls your toes.

Your orgasm sneaks up on you and suddenly you’re spiraling again, pulsing rhythmically around his cock.

Marcus curses, pulling out of you to bury his face in your pussy, fingers gripping your thigh.  He laps at your fluttering hole as you writhe underneath him.

You’ve barely come down from your high when he urges you to roll over onto your stomach.  He spreads your legs and slides into you as he drapes his long, lean body over yours, pressing you down into the mattress.  His strong arms frame your head as you twist to see him.

He nuzzles into your neck as he slowly drags his cock in and out of your wet heat, building up the pressure in your abdomen yet again.

“You gonna come for me again, sweetheart?” Marcus whispers in your ear.

“I… yes… please… so good… don’t stop,” you babble.

Marcus trails his nose down the back of your neck, making you shiver, as he continues his unhurried pace, driving you higher and higher but not giving you enough to break.

He pulls out and lifts himself off you.  You whimper at the loss, but he rolls you onto your side and pulls you back into his chest, banding his arm across your ribs.

Wrapped in his embrace, he lifts your top leg and enters you from behind.  He reaches between your legs to stroke your throbbing clit.

You reach behind and grip the back of his head, burying your face in his neck as he fucks you, holding on for dear life.

You’ve never tried for three orgasms on your own, let alone with a partner, but Marcus is quickly bringing you to the brink again.

“Where do you want it,” he pants in your ear.

“On my stomach,” you whine, keening as you get closer and closer to the edge.

He presses and holds your clit as he thrusts hard and quick.  You come again with a silent scream as the force of your orgasm punches the air from your lungs.

Marcus moves from behind you, laying you on your back, to kneel next to you as he strokes himself to completion.  You manage to open your eyes and watch him grit his teeth – tendons standing out in his neck, veins bulging in his forearms – as his spend coats your stomach.  You are so glad you agreed to the recording.

He collapses on the bed next to you, breathing hard.  After a few moments, he reaches over to the nightstand to get a towel and begins gently wiping you clean.

“How are you feeling?”

“Fucking fantastic,” you answer, beaming at the ceiling, still floating in a post-orgasm haze.

“I’m glad,” he chuckles.  “This was really fun.”

“It was. Thank you.”  You both roll on your sides facing each other.

You can’t believe this actually just happened.  You’re expecting to wake up to discover it was all a dream at any moment, but your dreams are never this good.  You smile at Marcus, and he smiles back.

“I’m always hungry after filming, would you like to get something to eat?”  Marcus’s question catches you completely off guard.

“Really? You want to have dinner with me?”  You search his face for any sign that he doesn’t really mean it, but he looks completely sincere.  He has proven to be the kind, open-hearted man you thought – and hoped – he was.

“Yeah, do you like pancakes? There’s a diner I like not too far away.”

“I like pancakes.”  You answer tentatively, not sure what his intention is, but open to spending more time with his lovely man in whatever way he is willing.

“Great, it’s a date,” he winks.

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Summary: It's Jamil's birthday, and his friends planned him a party! Azul may have put in a little more effort than he cares to admit, but that's okay, because the twins and Kalim are there to unleash the secrets for him.

“I’m busy.”

Jamil gathered his books with a huff, avoiding eye contact with Azul as his classmate hovered in the space beside him. A little too closely, Jamil thought. 

“Oh, come on, now,” Azul said, undeterred and smiling as confidently as ever. “Are you telling me you can’t even spare a few moments for yourself on your birthday of all days?”

Jamil looked up at Azul with a frown. “If I did, I certainly wouldn’t be using up such precious time to do something for you.”

The audacity of this guy…

Azul shook his head and followed Jamil out of the classroom. “No, no, Jamil… Not for me, but with me!” He said as if it would make even an ounce of difference to Jamil.

It didn’t.

“I don’t care how you’re trying to spin it,” Jamil said, continuing to walk forward down the hall and once again refusing to look Azul’s way. “Whatever you have going on at the lounge does not, and will not, involve me. Goodbye.”

Azul let out a dramatic - likely practiced - sigh. “Oh, Jamil… I didn’t want to do this, but you’ve simply left me no choice,” he said as vaguely and dramatically as possible, taking out his phone to send off a text to someone.

Seconds later, Jamil’s phone rang.

Jamil stopped in his tracks. He turned, narrowed his eyes at Azul, and answered the call. “...Kalim? Whatever Azul said, don’t-”

“JAMIL!” Kalim’s delighted shout was so loud that even Azul could hear him without the help of speakerphone from where he stood - not that Azul was standing particularly far from Jamil, mind you. “Can you come to Mostro Lounge as soon as you’re out of class? PLEEEAAASE!?”

“Wh- NO! Why!? What did he tell you?”

“To call y- I mean! Nothing!” Kalim squeaked. A few other voices giggled on the other line in the background, and Jamil thought they sounded suspiciously fishy.

“Are Jade and Floyd with you?”

“...M… Maybe…?”

Jamil sighed, shut his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose. “...Kalim, you know it’s my birthday. I know you remember because you woke me and my roommate up when you stood in the hall singing to me this morning.”

Kalim confirmed this statement with a sheepish laugh.

“So I know you didn’t forget, which is why I have to ask why you’re insisting I spend my time going along with whatever scheme Azul undoubtedly has planned over there? What are you even doing, anyway? Tell me you didn’t sign a contract with him-”

“As I’ve told you before,” Azul spoke up in an attempt to remind Jamil that he was still standing there with him, “there’s no trickery involved!”

“Yeah, don’t worry, Jamil!” Kalim insisted. “I wouldn’t ask you on your birthday if I didn’t think this would make it even better! Just come over and we’ll be waiting!”

The line clicked off, and Jamil shoved his phone into his pocket with frustration and defeat. He turned back to face Azul again, scowl in place. “...Let’s get this over with. But if I find out you’ve done something shady with Kalim and caused a bigger headache for me,” he said, stepping closer to Azul and leaning into his space, poking a finger in the center of his chest for emphasis, “I’m going to make it your problem, tenfold. Got it?”

Azul’s breath stalled for a brief second. He stared, wide-eyed into Jamil’s stormy gray eyes and nodded, hoping the flush he felt in his face was only internal and that his growing smile wasn’t obvious. “Y-yes, of course. Like I said, nothing to worry about. Shall we go?”

Jamil stepped back and sighed. “Let’s make it quick.”

-

Jamil was met with a face full of confetti and what sounded like a thousand shouts of celebration as he and Azul walked through the doors of Mostro Lounge. 

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JAMIL!” The collective room cheered, though Kalim’s voice was unsurprisingly the loudest heard among them. Several people from Scarabia were in attendance, as well as the basketball team, classmates, and other familiar faces. The whole lounge was apparently booked out for Jamil’s birthday, as the tables were filled with platters of food and various gifts from classmates. 

“YOU MADE IT!” Kalim was now standing in front of Jamil with a big, bright smile plastered on his face. “Were you surprised?! Azul and I were trying to keep it a secret from you, but when he texted me that we had to go with plan B, I was worried we’d lose some of that WOW factor… Oh, but you looked totally startled when you walked through the door, so it all worked out, right?”

Jamil slowly blinked in response to Kalim’s stream of ramblings. 

Azul laughed and pat Jamil on the shoulder. “While it certainly made the final step of this plan a bit more difficult, I must say I admire your conviction when it comes to your suspicions. That’s a good quality to have in terms of self preservation.”

Jamil rolled his eyes. “Sure, whatever. I can’t say I was expecting a surprise party, even with how weird Azul was being. So, yeah. I guess I was surprised.”

Azul smiled. “Well, a very happy birthday to you, and I do hope you will enjoy the festivities. We have the lounge booked until 8pm - unless, of course, you’d like to pay by the hour for any extended time?”

Jamil answered this by turning away and walking into the crowd to find someone else to talk to. 

As the party went on through the evening, Jamil found he actually enjoyed himself. The music - an alternating combination of Pop Music Club’s performances and Ignihyde’s hi-tech stereo - was lively and fun to dance to, and the food was plentiful. Several of Jamil and Kalim’s mutual friends were in attendance of the party, and be it by chance or because some of them were actively trying to give Jamil a break, there was always someone nearby to keep an eye on him.

Granted, some of those people were a little less trustworthy. Two tall, approaching shadows cast downward onto Jamil from behind, and when he turned, he found himself face to face with both of the Leech twins, and also a smiling Kalim standing between them.

“Heya, Sea Snakey!” Floyd grinned down at Jamil. “How’s it hangin’? Ya finally loosen up enough to enjoy the party?”

Jamil noticed out of the corner of his eye that Riddle, who had been standing a few feet away moments ago, was no longer anywhere to be found.

“Yeah!” Kalim chimed in. “Are you having fun?”

Jamil took a deep breath, but nodded. “...Yeah. It's kind of fun to forget about everything for a while. Uh…” He dropped his gaze. This party was because of Kalim, after all, and Jamil would be remiss not to express his appreciation. “Thanks. I’m honestly surprised you kept all this a secret for so long.”

A smile that was a little too gleeful for Jamil’s liking spread across Jade’s face next. “Ah, yes… We all have Azul to thank for that, don’t we?”

“Yeah, definitely!” Kalim agreed with an enthusiastic nod, splashing some of his juice with how excitedly he moved. “I’m so glad Azul came up with this idea, and he already had it all planned out!”

Jade nodded. “He was very thorough, wasn’t he?”

Jamil held his hands up. “Wait, wait, back up. What are you talking about?”

“Your party plans, duh,” Floyd answered, walking over and propping an arm on Jamil’s shoulder. He leaned down with a grin that mirrored his brother’s. “Azul’s had it aaall planned out for, like, a month or something. We made fun of him for planning so early, but he just insisted it ‘had to be perfect’ for ya, hehe.”

Jamil’s jaw clenched and his brows furrowed. “Azul planned…? Ugh, of course… I bet he just wanted an excuse to overcharge Kalim to rent the space out, right?”

“Umm,” Kalim tapped his chin. “I don’t really remember how much he said it would cost…”

Jamil sighed and shook his head. “Of course not-”

“Actually,” Jade interjected, “Azul hardly charged Kalim a thing. It wasn’t free, mind you, but he offered Kalim a friends-and-family discount rate for what he would normally charge for a party in the space.”

“Are you sure this is Azul we’re talking about?” Jamil asked with a frown. “If that’s the case, then he probably wants to hold it over my head once the day’s over.”

“Actually,” Jade interjected yet again, his smile growing at Jamil’s irritated expression in response, “Azul asked us not to say anything to you. We were meant to act as though it was all Kalim’s idea, if anyone asked.” 

Kalim gasped and covered his own mouth. “Oh! Shoot, I totally forgot that part!”

Floyd cackled out a laugh. “He also told us not to tell ya the details of the gift he gotcha. You opened it, right, Sea Snake?”

Jamil shook his head. “I hadn’t seen a gift from Azul anywhere.” 

“Oooh, I bet he hid it in a pile of other gifts ‘cause he’s all shy and embarrassed about it.” Floyd laughed again and swung around to lead Jamil in the direction of a nearby table that contained the presents from the party guests. He started grabbing packages and tossing them aside in search of Azul’s.

“Floyd!” Jamil scolded, moving to catch the falling gifts before they could crash to the ground. “Don’t make such a mess!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatev- OH! Here it is!” Floyd turned to Jamil and cheerfully shoved a small box into his hands. “C’mon, open it right now!”

“Ooh, I wanna see what he got for you, too!” Kalim said as he and Jade appeared on either side of Jamil. All three of them stared at Jamil with great anticipation.

Jamil, seeing no way out of this, relented. He tore the wrapping off of the package, revealing a small, nondescript box. Jamil held his breath, a little nervous about whatever could possibly be so exciting that Floyd demanded Jamil open it immediately… Or why Azul was allegedly being so cagey about it.

He lifted the top, revealing a silver hair comb accessory, decorated with shiny pearls and seashells. 

“If you’re wondering how much it cost,” Jade spoke before Jamil could say anything, either able to read Jamil’s surprised expression or simply anticipating his train of thought, “the answer is likely much less than you’d think… A least, in the monetary sense.”

Jamil rose an eyebrow, glancing up at Jade, then back down at the hair comb as he picked it up to examine it. “What do you mean? Is this something you’re saying Azul had laying around and chose to pawn off on me because he wasn’t using it?”

Jade laughed. “Oh, no. That’s much more my brother’s style.”

Jamil did remember witnessing such an exchange between Floyd and Riddle a few weeks ago. Floyd had given Riddle a book band that he apparently ‘didn’t need,’ and though Riddle seemed annoyed by the comment, Jamil did see him using it quite often…

Floyd shrugged. “Eh, yeah. Azul put in waaay too much effort, if ya ask me. Goin’ diving for pearls and shells by himself on the weekends, and even learnin’ the magic he needed to put the whole thing together.”

“Awww!” Kalim clasped his hands together and stared adoringly down at the hair comb as if it were a newborn kitten. “It’s SO sweet that Azul would do that for you!”

Jamil’s response was less dignified as he sputtered out his words. “Wh- he- What? You expect me to believe that Azul Ashegrotto would go out of his way for such trouble to make me a gift that he wasn’t planning on using as leverage against me later? Why would he do that? Why would he of all people want to keep it a secret?”

“Well,” Jade looked over the moon to expose whatever remaining secrets were happening behind the scenes here. He glanced around the room to check if Azul was around - though he didn’t particularly look concerned by the  possibility of being overheard - and continued. “In some parts of the Coral Sea, there’s something of an older tradition to express your feelings to someone by hand crafting them a wearable gift. The receiver wears the gift as a display of their accepted and returned feelings. And,” Jade pointed to the pearls attached along the teeth of the comb, “It’s considered all the more special if the one giving it went as far as collecting the materials themself.”

“Oh my gosh,” Kalim gasped, gripping Jamil’s arm tightly, “do you think Azul’s trying to tell you something with that hair comb?!”

Floyd snickered at the look of complete and utter shock on Jamil’s face. “Hehe, I was surprised, too, considering’ Azul’s always goin’ on about how traditions like that were dumb, and that ‘only foolish, lovestruck merfolk indulge in such frivolous fantasies,’ but i guess he must REALLY wanna win ya over, Sea Snakey!”

“Yes,” Jade nodded, “what a shame it is that he was too shy to give it to you directly. It’s a good thing we were here to let you in on the details and significance, isn’t it?”

Jamil’s heart hammered so loudly in his chest that he tuned out the rest of whatever the trio around him were saying after that. Instead, he stared down at the accessory in his hand, gently running a thumb over the pearls and examining the craftsmanship… 

It looked well assembled, and Jamil couldn’t help but wonder if Azul had a pile of test duds he went through before he made something so sturdy, and so pretty… Was he ever planning on telling Jamil about the traditions, or that he did every part by himself? Was anything the twins said even true?

Jamil glanced up at the boys, and one look at the devious expressions from either Leech brother was more than enough to tell Jamil that these were not their “excited to be lying” faces, but rather their “excited to be embarrassing their longtime friend with the secret truths they possessed” expressions… Jamil and several of their fellow second-years had been around the pair long enough to be able to tell apart the two similar looks. And as for the Coral Sea traditions…

Well, Jamil supposed he had some fact checking research to do after the party.

-

The next morning, Azul took a seat for the first class of the day with a small pang of disappointment in his chest. You see, he had a system when it came to arriving to class: he wanted to be punctual and early, but not too early. He’d nearly perfected his arrival time to just one minute after Jamil typically, coincidentally arrived to class. So long as Azul arrived after Jamil found his own seat and was already settled, but not too late that other people could snag any empty seats beside him, that almost guaranteed Azul a shot at sitting next to his favorite classmate. 

On days like today, however, Azul sometimes would overshoot his timing, or perhaps something would happen on Jamil’s end to delay him by a few precious moments, and Azul would end up at class first. In these instances, Jamil was almost certain to take an empty seat much farther away from Azul, if one was open. Now, Azul was dedicated to his goals, but he wasn’t going to get caught standing around the classroom door just waiting for Jamil to walk in! That would just be strange, and Azul Ashengrotto was NOT strange. Instead, he accepted the Jamil-free fate, and supposed this would just give him reason to catch Jamil after class to ask him about how he felt about the party the night before.

Heat crept up from his neck to his cheeks as he also wondered if Jamil had opened his gift. The party was so busy that he hadn’t had much of a chance to really talk with the guest of honor after things got started, and Jamil had swiftly left before it got too late into the night. The twins claimed Jamil had “an ever so wonderful time,” but taking Jade and Floyd at face value for situations like this was not ever a good idea in Azul’s mind. 

Still, Jamil was smiling when Azul managed to steal a few glances of him throughout the night…

“Woah, who’s the new guy?” A student sitting in front of Azul whispered to the guy beside him. “He’s kinda hot…”

“That’s literally Jamil, you dummy!” The other one whispered back. “He’s just done his hair up all different and fancy today.”

Azul’s head not-so-subtly shot up at the mention of Jamil. He darted his gaze towards the classroom’s entryway, and sure enough, there was Jamil- with his hair pulled back into what looked to be an updo neatly formed at the base of his neck, and a few strands of hair - curled, they seemed - framing the sides of his face. 

Azul could not stop himself from staring if he tried, but in his defense, Jamil was known for the unique, signature hairstyle that he normally always came to class with. What made today so special that he wanted to change up his routine? Yesterday was his birthday, after all…

“Damn, have his eyes always been that pretty?” The student from before whispered to his friend. “You think I shoulda asked him for his number at his birthday thing last night?”

The friend snickered and swatted his friend in the arm, and Azul found himself frowning, glancing over at the pair. Sure, on one hand, he was glad to hear Jamil was getting the recognition he deserved for just how beautiful he was…. But on the other hand, who did this guy think he was, talking about asking Jamil for his number just because he put his hair up? If that guy was too distracted to notice how beautiful, skilled, and crafty that Jamil was EVERY day, then did he really even deserve to consider asking him out? Jamil was a hidden gem amongst common men, and he should not be settling for people who would otherwise not even give him the time of day if not for a new hairstyle. He should be with someone who saw him for who he truly was with all his potential, his power, his flaws…

Azul was so distracted by his own mental tirade that he did not notice Jamil had made his way into the classroom and was now taking the seat directly beside Azul - something he practically NEVER did when there were open seats still available, by the way.

And yet? Here he was, next to Azul, his face fully on display, hair tied back and held in place with a silver hair comb decorated by pearls and seashells-

“WH-!?” Azul jumped, the delayed and startled realizations of both Jamil and his hair comb’s presence hitting him at once. “Jamil?!”

“Yes, hello to you, too,” Jamil said, pulling a notebook out and pointedly staring down at its cover.

Azul stared at Jamil, wide-eyed for a few seconds, before clearing his throat and attempting to regain his composure. “A-ah, yes, good morning… Um,” he glanced down at his own book, then to the side at Jamil, then down again, then back at Jamil. “Is that… The comb I gifted you…?”

Jamil nodded. “...I’d think you’d sound a little more sure about recognizing something you gave me, but, yeah.”

“I was just surprised to see you wearing it! …So soon, I mean,” Azul fidgeted with his tie, the tightness of how snugly and securely he wore it suddenly feeling absolutely suffocating on his neck. “Of course I’d get you something I’d think you would want to wear.”

He had to remind himself that there was no way Jamil would know about the significance of such a gift, or what wearing it could imply. Really, what was he thinking, going out of his way to do something so bold, and then not even have the courage to-

“I was reading a bit about Coral Sea traditions last night,” Jamil continued, abruptly cutting off Azul’s train of thought. “There’s some interesting stuff in there, but…”

Azul watched Jamil bite his lip for a split second, as if pausing to debate one last thought in his mind, before relaxing and turning to face Azul.

He raised a hand to his updo and gently brushed his fingers against the pearls of the comb. “I might need your help with some of the specifics…”

Azul’s breath hitched in his throat, and he wondered if Jamil was implying the things he thought he was implying… Just how much did he know!? 

“R-right, of course,” Azul squeaked out. “I’m… sure we can come to some sort of agreement for my assistance.”

“Mhm…” Jamil turned back to face forward as the professor entered and class began.

Not that Azul could focus for that first half of class, of course. He kept stealing glances of Jamil’s side profile beside him, and to check to make sure he really wasn’t imagining the comb in Jamil’s hair today. 

Soon enough, class came to a close. Jamil stood, dropped a piece of paper onto Azul’s books, and made a mad dash for the exit before he could say anything.

Azul’s heart pounded yet again as he unfolded the paper…

Thanks for the comb. I guess I’ll have to think of something to mak give make for your next birthday to make up for it. 

Azul carefully folded the note back up and slipped it into his bag, suddenly feeling as though February couldn't come fast enough. 

[luvrhischier]

broken promises // trevor zegras

 pairing: trevor zegras x reader

word count: 846

warnings: scenario is similar to a scene in the new season of tsitp (obviously not word for word)

requested: yes - “If you watch tsitp can you make a one shot about Trevor like this https://youtu.be/uLuqB03JkPk ”

a/n: don’t click the link if you haven’t watched season two of tsitp

He had been acting weird for weeks, shutting you out, not explaining why. But now here you were, at some Ducks charity event and the only thing you cared about was that you couldn't take much more of this. You couldn't take downing another glass of champagne hoping to get drunk enough to convince yourself that this was all in your head. That you were not losing him. You tried to look over at him but his back was turned to you. You needed to get out of here.

"I'm gonna step out to get some air," you whispered to Jamie. You didn't wait for a response, you couldn't you needed to get out of there as fast as possible.

You walked out the front door to the covered patio and saw the rain pouring down. You sighed deeply before leaning back against the wall. The door opened and you should have been happy that it was Trevor but you only wanted to scream. You pushed yourself off the wall and walked past him. You stopped then turned to see that he was sheepishly making his way towards you.

"I'm sorry," was all he whispered.

"Sorry for what exactly?" 

"I don't know." He looked down and his shoes. You scoffed.

"You don't know? Wow. Well do you at least know why you've been shutting me out for weeks now?" 

"I'm sorry, I don't know why you're still here," he muttered, before trying to walk away only making it a few steps before you yelled at him and he turned around.

"Stop saying you're sorry if you don’t know what you’re sorry for! I am still here in this stupid dress and these stupid heels for you! And now I am still here in the cold for you! Because I don't want you to leave. Because I want to be there for you and help you through whatever is going on. Because I love you!"

His silence was louder than the thunder surrounding you. If he wasn't going to respond, you were going to continue saying what you’ve been holding in for weeks.

"I am here because we both said that we wanted each other from now until we're both old and grey. That is supposed to be our future together and shutting me out and running away will ruin it all. So please just let me back in, let me help you with whatever is going on. We can leave right now and go home and talk, please." You were begging. You were begging him to stay. 

"No," he finally spoke. Oh, that wasn't what you wanted him to say. "I'm not good enough for you. I'm a screw up and I have done nothing but let you down. You're better off without me." He turned back around to walk away.

"Who says you're not good enough for me?! When did I say you let me down?! Please tell me when I said that because I don't remember."

"You didn't have to."

"No, don't you dare pull that, 'I didn't have to' bullshit! I didn't have to because I have never felt, said or even thought that you let me down."

"I'm sorry," he apologized for the third time as he turned away from you for the second time. 

"Say it." You ran after him into the pouring rain and grabbed his arm. "Say it right now."

"Say what?" He tried not turn around this time but you forced him to.

"That we're over. That this is the end. That you are breaking up with me," your voice kept on breaking, those words tasted like poison in your mouth.

"Please don't make me," he whispered.

"No say it! If you are strong enough to turn around and walk away while I am here in the pouring rain begging you to stay then you are strong enough to actually say it and if you won't say it I will."

"I can't."

"You walking away with no explanation will be the first time you've let me down. It means that I have wasted years of my life and my love on you. It makes you a coward, Trevor Zegras" He almost took a step towards you but he took a few steps back instead. "If you walk away right now that is the end. You can never come back. No second chances, no do overs, nothing. We're over," you screamed, thankful that the rain was hiding your tears.

"I have to." That's it. That was the moment your heart completely shattered.

"Fine, then take this with you." You marched up to him and ripped the promise ring off your finger and held it out to him.

"No, please keep that," he softly pleaded.

"No. This ring was supposed to mean forever and you've ruined that. There is no forever for you and me anymore. So take this stupid ring and go." He still wouldn't take it. Finally tired of waiting you grabbed his arm and forced it into his hand. 

You looked at him one last time, before walking away. 

"Please," you could hear him cry from behind you.

It was too late. 

He had made his choice. 

He had let you go.

[sageryuri]

ANIMAL NOISES, YANG JUNGWON.

pairing yang jungwon + afab!reader.

genre pure cuteness.

summary jungwon is tired of the city, he needs a change, and maybe a cute girl to make him feel better.

word count 6.6k

warnings follows jungwon’s thoughts rather than readers, it’s just cute. no idols represented in this writing are not based on their real self.

an this was so cute it made me sad. sorry if something doesn’t make sense i wrote this over two months lol

Jungwon doesn't remember the last time he left the city, all he knew was the sound of the crowding streets and the smoke pollution that slowly filled the air, that no one seemed to really bother about too much. One day, he had woken up and decided that he was simply bored of this lifestyle that he was born into.

For days, the boy lay on his couch, slouching trying to find the perfect place that would get him out of the city for a few months. He had reached a point where he had began to question if he really cared where he was going.

He almost jumped out of his skin when he read the bold letters that spread across his screen. Oak Farm looking for helper during the summer, 234 miles way from you. This was absolutely perfect.

Not only was this far away enough from where he lived, but it sounded like a tranquil vacation. He didn't mind putting in some help while relaxing in the sun for a few hours a day. Quickly, he clicked on the link and sent a message to the requester, who soon replied relieved that someone finally decided to reply to them.

Jungwon was already packed and ready within a few days, constantly making sure that he had absolutely everything with him, and soon his father was dropping him off in front of a beautiful plot of land completed with wooden buildings and fences, animals and produce covering the grounds.

"I can always come pick you up if you aren't enjoying yourself. I didn't really think that this was your kind of thing." Jungwon’s father didn't quite understand what had gone through his son's mind to suddenly want a change of lifestyle. He was sure that within a week, he would receive a call from Jungwon, complaining about how desperately he wanted to come back home.

"Seriously, dad I’ll be fine. I’ve been looking for something like this for awhile, and I think it's good to get away for a month or two. I’ll call you, but not to pick me up." Jungwon replies, and he helps his father haul out all of his luggage from the car. His father mutters a small 'if you say so' under his breath, still not convinced, "That house is where I’m staying, I’ll be back."

Jungwon makes his way to the cottage-like house that he had saw a picture of online. Before knocking on the door, he clears his throat and takes a deep breath. After a few seconds, he finally knocks and he hears shuffling around the house. Soon enough, the door is opening and Jungwon comes face to face with someone.

This was most definitely not the old lady that he had previously had a conversation with, and it definitely wasn't her husband either.

“Oh, hi! You must be Jungwon, nice to meet you, I’m YN. This is my grandma's land, I’ll go get her for you now." You had a sweet smile on your face, eyes sparkling into his. Jungwon tried his best to keep his jaw shut, and he was sure that his irises had formed into love hearts.

"Uh- yeah, yeah, thank you." He finally smiles back at you, and you walk away leaving the door open. He takes the time to investigate what he can see of the inside from where he stood. It was neat and tidy, decorated in a way that can only be described as an old couple. He thought it was adorable, and it was refreshing to see considering he was stuck with the industrial, modernised design at home.

His dad and your grandma arrive at the door at the same time, Jungwon’s father holding the suitcases and the old lady, who jungwon remembered to be called June, was holding a steaming cup of tea in a gorgeous china teacup, "Oh, it's so lovely to finally meet you, dear. We’ve needed another man around here ever since Daniel started getting back problems..."

Jungwon hears you chuckle from the dining table that you had began setting up, so he assumes that Daniel is your grandfather. June and his father greet each other, small talk being made while the suitcases are being brought inside. The leather appearance didn't match the vibe of the house, and Jungwon wondered if his clothing would make him stand out like a sore thumb.

When his father leaves, once again reminding him that he doesn't have to do this, June states that jungwon can get settled in his temporary room until dinner was ready. It was really sweet how they had immediately began treating him as if he had been here for awhile.

He isn't sure if the room is his style, considering that the blankets have a designed on them that resemble cute carrots that are blushing, but it's not that big of a deal. He’s sure that there aren't many men that are willing to do this, and he doesn't want them to spend money on unnecessary items.

He settles himself on the bed, and he pulls his phone out of his pocket to message his friends about how everything was going so far. The bars on the screen aren't exactly high, but it's good enough to send a text.

JUNGWON: hey! just got here, it's cute as hell in here

HEESEUNG: not going soft on us are you??

HEESEUNG: haha, glad you're feeling good abt it so far

JAY: i wish i came with you because riki is driving me fucking insane

JUNGWON: there's a girl here and i didnt know there would be a girl here

RIKI: BRO IS FREAKING OUTTTT‼️‼️‼️

JAY: oh my god i'm going crazy 🤗

Before Jungwon can curse Riki out over text, there's a soft knock of the door. Jungwon makes a great attempt to not stumble over his words when he says 'come in', and he has a soft smile on his face when you open the door. You lean against the door way and return the smile, "Sorry about the bedding, I know it's probably not your kind of thing, it's from when I was a kid."

"Do you live here? It’s gorgeous around here." Jungwon notices that the corners of your lips lift a little more when he compliments the home, and he isn't quite sure why you appear to have some sort of hold on him. You were just a girl who so happened to be extremely pretty, maybe it didn't help that you were really sweet too.

"I’ve lived with my grandparents pretty much my whole life, I don't think I could ever seen myself being anywhere else. You, however, don't look like you come to places like this often." You move yourself over to sit on the bed instead, and Jungwon moves over a little to give you more space, but also so he wouldn't feel his leg brush against yours.

"Well, you'd be right to assume that. I’ve lived in the city since i was a kid so it's really all i've ever known. It’s not very enjoyable though, but my dad seems to really like it. I can't wait until I can move out." Jungwon finds it difficult to look you in the eyes, but he truly tries his best, he doesn't want you to feel as awkward as he does.

"I was just wondering... I’m sure you didn't just come here to help out, it's a getaway too I’m sure. If you'd like, a couple of my friends and I are going out this weekend, and I was wondering if you wanted to come? Just so you don't feel too lonely." You had asked, and he didn't think you actually could have gotten any more perfect. He imagined that your grandma may have pressured you into asking, but you had still asked him.

“I’d really like that, thank you.” The conversation finished at that, and you informed him that dinner would be ready soon before leaving the room. Jungwon flipped himself backwards into the bed, his hands holding his face as emotions rushed through his body.

He wanted a calm getaway. He could not stay calm while he was around you. Yang Jungwon had no idea what he was going to do with himself.

Poor Jungwon had forgot to consider that people who lived on farms, people who owned a bunch of loud animals, would be morning people. Poor Jungwon was not a morning person, and had never been a morning person.

The sound of a rooster outside almost made him jump out of his skin (he had really thought they only made those dramatic waking calls in movies, he was wrong). He picks up his phone to read seven AM, and he gasps in pure distress at the idea of being awake at this time. He would usually sneak in another few hours.

And he would have, but he could hear clanging of pots downstairs, and something smelled so good it was practically dragging him out of the bed. So he does, but he makes sure you sneak his way into the bathroom to make himself more presentable — but he senses that as the days go on, he'll probably care less and less about looking good.

When Jungwon reaches the bottom of the stairs, he sees you all making your way around the kitchen. However, there's two new another additions to the trio which was June, Daniel and YN. There’s a girl and boy sat on the floor, maybe around eight or nine, who are giggling with each other and playing. Jungwon finally speaks, "Good morning."

"Good morning darling! Did you sleep well? You’ll have quite a busy day today." June gives him the sweetest little smile and it truly tugs on Jungwon’s heart strings. You walk past quickly, saying good morning as you rushed around the house, placing a hand on his shoulder as you pass by him. Daniel waves, immediately going back to his newspaper.

"It was really good, thank you. Is there anything that I can help with?" June only laughs and shakes her head, ushering him to take a seat at the table. Jungwon wonders how he feels more comfortable with the family here compared to his own — maybe because they never gave him the opportunity to eat with them, that seemed to be normal here.

There is small talk during the breakfast, and Jungwon learns that Daniel isn't as scary as he looks. They inform jungwon that he'll likely spend the rest of the day with you and the horses and he acts cooly, as if he wasn't about to burst at the thought of getting to know you better.

The day is bright and the sky is clear, and it's nice to acknowledge that there's no grey smoke in the sky, only the fluffy white clouds. When he arrived the day previous, he hadn't given himself much time to really look at his surroundings. he can't help but compare it to home, how free it makes him feel here. The open space is new to him, and though you are stood behind him messing with your boots, he can still feel as if he's by himself.

"Okay! Since it's your first day, I’ll take it easy on you. You can just watch me for today and you can learn the ropes. We mostly just need help with the horses because we recently got a new one." You begin walking away and Jungwon jogs so that he is walking next to you. He can see the horse barn in the distance, as well a few horses rummaging a field of grass, "Wehave a few horses, I teach sometimes. My favourite is Minnie, she's really cute, I think you'll like her too."

"Oh, you're a horse rider? That’s really cool! I wish I could ride a horse... I think I’d just fall right off." You laugh at him and Jungwon’s body feels with pride when he realises — though he tries not to get ahead of himself with jokes, as he'd rather figure out what makes you laugh first.

Point one, when he mentions getting hurt, of course you wouldn't actually laugh if he fell off a horse. He’d hope.

"I can teach you at some point if you want... free of charge, so you better be a natural." You grin at him and he rolls his eyes, hoping the two of you will keep up your playful behaviour. Jungwon enjoys talking to you even if it had happened so often at the moment. You were different from his friends, who were loud and energetic.

"I think we've got enough time for me to learn how to ride a horse, I’m going to be here until the end of August." It was mid-May, so Jungwon knew he would be here for a couple of months. At first, jungwon hadn't been worried that he would get attached to anyone, but you were all so sweet and you had even offered to bring him to meet your friends.

He was already trying to convince himself that the farm wasn't too far away to travel back and forth from.

The two of you make it to the stables, and Jungwon almost finds himself in complete awe. He had been to stables before, but they were never as incredible as yours were, it wasn't difficult to tell that the horses were well looked after, "This way, i’ll introduce you to Honey and Minnie, they're the only ones in their stables right now."

The two horses that you had brought Jungwon to were ethereal. Honey, was well, Honey, and had a long beige mane. Minnie was covered in black and white spots, thought significantly bigger than Honey was. Jungwon hadn’t seen many horses in real life before, but he could tell that these two were well taken care of.

"Unfortunately, there'll be a lack of horse riding today, we just have to take care of them. All the horses have their own days, and this is Honey and Minnie’s. once you know what you're doing, I’ll probably just be leaving you to it in the future. Is it okay if I take your hand?" You ask, and Jungwon is still taking in the previous information when he nods his head.

You softly pull at his hand and he knows that his cheeks are becoming red when the feeling of butterflies decides to appear in his stomach. One after the other, you let Jungwon get used to the two horses by petting them while your hand still rests on his — Jungwon doesn't quite understand why you needed to hold his hand for this, but he isn't complaining.

When you tell Jungwon that it's time for the disgusting part, shivers travel down his spine. The smell when he walks into the actual stable isn't exactly nice, but you seem to have no reaction to it like he does.

You show him all that he needs to know: how to clean out the stable, how to take care of the horses, even the personality between the two horses. He began to realise how educated you were on this, and it only made him feel more attracted to you.

It had taken all day, and when Jungwon got back into his carrot themed bed, he began to question every little thing.

It was a few days later, and the day that Jungwon would be coming with you to meet your friends. Every part of his body was aching from the day previous and he would have loved to lay in bed all day, but he would not be missing this opportunity.

Jungwon stretches as he leaves the bed, and he notices that the whole house is quiet. He decides to go downstairs, and finds that there is no one around. Soon, he seed the pastel purple post-it note stuck onto the fridge that he had known wasn't there before — 'We have all gone to the stalls around the corner, we didn't want to wake you up so early. We’ll be back before ten, June.'

"Ah... that's a bummer, I was kind of looking forward to buying stuff at those stalls. I guess I can always just go another time." Jungwon turns on his heel and looks around the open spaced house, he thought this would be a good time to take a better look around.

His feet take him into the living room, where he had been in for a few moments when he had first arrived. It’s lit with natural lighting and has minimal colour, apart from a green pattern blanket over an armchair and a few fluffy green pillows scattering the sofas.

What begins to catch Jungwon’s eye is the collection of framed pictures sprinkled across the top of a cabinet on the opposite side of the room. In his lonesomeness, Jungwon picks up a picture frame to take a look at it closely.

You, June and Daniel are all in the picture, as well as the two twins, though everyone is significantly younger. The twins are just babies, so he imagines this picture was around six or seven years ago. You are around fourteen years old, and he thinks you look absolutely adorable. Your smile was just as bright as it is now, and you seem to have been just as sweet.

As he places the frame back down, he hears his phone ringing from his back pocket. He sighs, imagining it was his father attempting to get him back home, but he was happily surprised to see a call from his best friend Heeseung, "Hey! i've missed you."

"Hey buddy, I’ve missed you too, everyone has. How are you doing? Found anymore pretty ladies?" Jungwon can hear Heeseung’s teasing tone through the phone, and he rolls his eyes.

At home, the people were difficult to talk to. They weren't kind, or helpful, or filled with hospitality — they tended to be rude and off-putting, blinded by their own riches to care for other people. Somehow, Jungwon and his friends had avoided that ideal, so they were closer than ever. So, Jungwon had never gone through the efforts to find a partner.

"Very funny. No, you know I’ve only been here for like a week. I’ve barely even left the farm. Actually, YN asked me to come with her to meet some of her friends today." Jungwon replies, and he starts to wonder outside and takes a seat on the swinging chair on the decking.

"Really? Don’t go leaving us all back at home, the boys and I were thinking that we could come and visit you next month once you've settled in, though we don't want to intrude on anything." If anything, jungwon wished that his friends would come now.

He can't help but feel a little lost without them, and he wishes that they could have come with him from the beginning. They were all busy people, the oldest having their own business to attend to and Riki was still making his way through college. by next month, they'd likely be more free and Jungwon would be more comfortable.

"I’ll never leave you all, you're my best friends. I’d love if you came down next month, I’ll need some familiar faces." For about an hour, Jungwon and Heeseung find themselves talking about what had happened in the last two days, until you and your family had come back, "I’m gonna have to go, I’ll talk to you again soon."

Jungwon is very anxious once he is in the car with you.

"You don't need to look so nervous, Jungwon. They’re all cool people, I wouldn't be friends with them if they were anything but that." You’re driving down the streets of your town, and it's reaching about five PM, but since it's may the sun is starting to stay out later so it's still bright as it could be, "Are you... Are you worried they might see you differently because you aren't from around here?"

"I mean, I guess so, yeah. In my city, they probably wouldn't treat you too nicely. Not that I’d do the same, obviously. I just don't want your friends to think that of me." Jungwo’s face is resting in his palm as he rests and looks out of the car window, so he doesn't notice the sad and worried look that you give him for a moment.

"The same thing goes for you then. They know I wouldn't be friends with someone if they weren't a good person. This wasn't a pity invite, no matter how you might think it. I really like you." Something in your stomach feels weird when you say those words, and it does the same to Jungwon too, though it does encourage him to look at you and smile.

Within ten minutes, you've reached a field area that you had talked about before. You mentioned how this was the spot you and your friends liked to go when the weather was nice, because it seemed to be the only patch of grass that would get cut.

"Hey, hey! Jungwon, these are my friends. Sunghoon, Sunoo, Yunjin, Jake and Sakura. Friends, this is Jungwon, I told you about him recently." You introduce him to your friends and Jungwon realises he hasn't even planned what he was going to say. So, he sticks with a simple 'hi' as they all usher him to sit down on the blanket with them.

"God, it's so nice to finally meet you. She hasn't shut up about someone coming down to help of the farm for once. You’ve been doing amazing, by the way." this is Yunjin, a blonde haired girl who seems to sit in confidence, she gives a look to you and Jungwon once again doesn't notice you rolling your eyes — he hasn't been very observant today.

"So, heard you came from the city. I did too, I only moved here about a year ago." Jungwon learns that him and Jake were actually from the same city, and all the nerves that had settled themselves in his chest slowly faded away as he got to know the group of friends better.

Somehow, they had managed to talk to each other as if they were old friends who were getting to know each other again, learning about each other for a second time since it was as if they could read each other perfectly. Jungwon knows that his friends and your friends would get along well, and he waits for the day that they can become one.

"I think me and Sunghoon are gonna get going now, he has some stupid curfew on his car so he can't drive past ten PM. We’ll see you both later!" Sakura and Sunghoon stand up and begin leaving, though Yunjin, Jake and Sunoo had left earlier on. That left only Jungwon and you on the field alone at nine twenty seven PM.

The sudden silence was comforting, it allowed Jungwon’s jaw to stop aching from laughing and talking all day. For a few minutes, the both of you sit there staring at the stars, only looking at each other when the other was entranced by the image in the sky.

"I had fun today, thank you." You speak and Jungwon almost flinches, mostly because the sound of your voice has frightened him from the quiet, but also because he wasn't quite sure what you were thanking him for. He should be the one thanking you, shouldn't he?

"What are you thanking me You’re you're the one who invited me out here." You and Jungwon both turn to look at each other, this is the first time you had made eye contact since the two of you were left alone, but it wasn't the first time that you had admired each other, "In fact, I had fun today too, and I’m thanking you for that.”

"Because... I don't know, I just wanted to thank you. You’ve been nothing but kind and helpful to everyone. Last year, we had a problem with someone who came to help. She wouldn't do any work and I was so fatigued everyday trying to save her ass from getting in trouble. This year, you came along and even though you’ve only been here for a few days you’ve helped us so much. You’re like a breathe of fresh air.”

The speech quite literally leaves Jungwon with no words. He looks at you and something has shifted inside of him, and he truly feels like he has a problem now. It’s only been a week or so, and he’s already completely infatuated with you and your glowing personality. He returns a smile, and when your hand slips into his softly, the both of you continue to stare at the stars, just for a little while.

The horse is very big, in fact Jungwon thinks that it might be taller than him, and it's starting him down with it's big brown eyes. He knows that Minnie is used to him now and has actually taken a large liking to him (that's what you had told him, though he doesn't quite understand how you know because all the horses have acted the same), but it still doesn't stop him from being terrified since this is his first time on a horse.

He rolls his eyes when turns around to see you laughing at him, tears in your eyes from the scene taking place in front of you. For some reason, his constant reluctance to get on the horse even though he has wanted a lesson, was absolutely hilarious to you, "Wonnie, come on, you're overreacting. I’ll even help you get on, here."

You had gained a habit over the last two weeks of calling Jungwon 'Wonnie'. now, if anyone else has started giving him this nickname, he would have been fine. Your, and now his friends, had picked up on this habit now and he didn't mind it at all, it was cute. When it was coming from your mouth? He might as well just get on one knee there and then.

"You can't laugh at me for being scared to get on this absolute beast, no offence Minnie. I’ve never been on a horse before!" Jungwon whines and you only ignore him, taking a step forward to help him onto Minnie.

"Here. Put one foot into the stirrup, and then stand on my hand. I’ll give you a boost. I know you're about to complain about getting my hand dirty with your shoes, I can tell you I don't give a shit." With hesitance, he puts his foot into your hands and you push him up onto the horse, and he wobbles a little when he managed to get on.

He’s been on rollercoasters before, he's climbed mountains before, but somehow this feels like it's the highest he's ever been. Maybe it's because there's no belt to keep him protected, or the fact he wasn't on his own two feet, but this was terrifying, "You know what, I’m not too sure about this. how do I get off?"

"Oh Won, stop being a big baby. You’re already up there, look I’m holding the reins. She’s well-trained, she won't move until you or I signal her too. I’ll keep hold until you want me to let go. Hold the reins firmly, sit up straight. When you want Minnie to move, press your heel into her side, but not too hard. I’ll keep hold."

"Okay, okay. This feels mean, this doesn't hurt her right?" You make sure to reassure him that the horse is fine, and after five minutes Minnie is finally moving. Jungwon begins to enjoy it, he no longer fears the height of the horse, "You can let go."

With one last look at Jungwon, no words are spoken when his eyes are filled with certainty on this decision. So, you allow yourself to let go and leave everything else up to Jungwon. The field you are in is small, so it doesn't give Minnie an opportunity to run off, possibly hurting him in the process.

You are quick to learn that Jungwon seems to catch on easily, and within minutes you start to consider getting him in on some equestrian shows (maybe the basic children ones though, he wasn't that good).

"Oh my god, Won are you sure you've never done this before? Most people don't have a horse trotting around so quickly, especially not with this much control. I think you're just lying to me so you can spend more time with me." You hadn't meant any harm in your comment, seeing it as some banter between you and a friend.

In that moment, Jungwon had almost fallen off Minnie as a blush crept onto his cheeks. It wasn't like you had actually caught him in a lie, he had never been on a horse before, but in a way this was an opportunity for him to spend more time with you outside of the work he had agreed to do.

He wasn't sure how long he had been on that horse for, but it was much longer than he had intended, and it was beginning to become irritating just being there. he knew that this particular skill wasn't his forte and he likely wouldn't be attempting to ride a horse again — especially not Minnie, she was too tall.

“I’m simply just good at everything I do, I think you might just be a little jealous.” And for the hundredth time, you roll your eyes at Jungwon.

Officially, Jungwon has been on the farm for just over a month. It’s the middle of June, and unfortunately his friends haven't had the time to travel yet.

Overall, the month had been almost as he had imagined. It was almost the perfect break that he needed. He’d learnt a myriad of new skills, made lots of new friends and was making happy memories everyday.

So, what could possibly bothering him so much that it had ruined his getaway? You.

Realistically, you hadn't intended to do anything wrong, and you hadn't actually done anything wrong. You had just been yourself, and Jungwon’s brain couldn't help but question his true thoughts about you.

Yes, he knows that he had always thought you were pretty, and he though you were an amazing person. That hadn't changed, not at all. What had changed, was that the lingering touches and flirtatious banter was genuinely beginning to bother him.

He had seen you act similar with your friends. You had always argued and flirted with all of them, and it had never bothered him. This was just the way you were, but he couldn't help but notice that there was more longing within him, how everything seemed to last just those few seconds longer.

Though the rest of the group had been oblivious to the lasting tension between the two of you, Sunghoon and Yunjin had been more observant over Jungwon. The two had become so bored of the antics, and we're waiting for you both to explain how you felt.

They had to give one of you a push, and Jungwon seemed to be much less stubborn.

SUNGHOON: hey won! was just wondering if you wanted to go to the diner w me and yunjin

SUNGHOON: everyone else is a little busy but i know today is a free day for you!

JUNGWON: oh yeah for sure

JUNGWON: you don't mind picking me up right? yn usually takes me

SUNGHOON: yeah, course

SUNGHOON: be there soon

In the next hour, Jungwon, Yunjin and Sunghoon sat in the diner with their good and milkshakes. Jungwon seems to notice that something is a little off between the two of them, and his eyebrows furrow when he realises the two of them have been looking between each other while hesitantly attempting to speak, "Why are you both being weird? You haven't even touched your food. What’s going on?"

"We-uh-... I thought this would be a lot easy to say out loud..." Sunghoon trembles over every letter, leaving Yunjin to roll her eyes and poke at her loaded fries with her fork. In this moment, Jungwon starts to think that the two of them are actually together; thought it was quite the opposite.

"We know that you have a crush on YN! You’re so incredibly obvious it hurts that she can't tell. As well as that, we think she definitely has a crush on you too, we’ve known her long enough to tell." Yunjin’s outburst leaves Jungwon and Sunghoon with dropped jaws, but for two entirely different reasons, "And don't even try to act like you don't!"

"Well- no! It’s just that- fine! Yeah, yeah I do really like her. Why are you telling me something I already know?" It’s Jungwon’s time to put his burger down and pretend that it isn't there, because suddenly he didn't have an appetite and the smell of food in the area made him feel like he was about to throw up.

Yunjin and Sunghoon look at each other again. She purses her lips and Sunghoon looks around the room as if he's trying to avoid Jungwon’s eyes that are wide and shocked, "We, we were thinking that we should encourage you to ask her out. We are, like, 99% sure she likes you back."

"And! If she does say no, you'll be living so far away it won't be awkward!" Sunghoon speaks as if that was a good thing, but the drop of Jungwon’s lips and the slap he receives on the back of his head from Yunjin speaks otherwise, "Ouch?! I’m just speaking the truth."

"Your truth is bullshit! He’d still be coming down to see us all anyway! Listen, Won, this is obviously completely up to you, we aren't pushing you to ask her out if you really don't want to- but! We think it would be worth a shot, the rest of the group does too. Have a think about it."

And that's exactly what Jungwon does. He spends the whole day questioning wether this would he right or wrong, wether this would test your friendship or take it to another level.

He makes his decision as you arrive home that he would do it. Though Sunghoon’s words had stung, they had been true. He would be far away if you had rejected him, and it wouldn’t be often that he would he seeing you.

But it ended up to be so much worse than he could have ever imagined.

He waited, waited and waited until you had arrived home. In fact, he’d been pacing around the barn for about half an hour because he wanted to tell you how he felt outside of the house. When he heard what he had thought was your car park up, he almost jumped out of his skin.

He’d peeked out to see what you had been doing in the moment — and his heart felt like it had been crushed by your own hands, the ones that appeared to be slotted into another mans hands.

What made it even worse? You had seen Jungwon in the barn just as this was happening.

The rain felt nice, Jungwon thought it was made for him in the moment. The way it fell down on him made him understand that this was real, and he genuinely believed that he was falling in love with you.

Within the next week, his friends would be turning up, and Jungwon couldn't even bare to look at you because he didn't want to ruin your blooming friendship since he couldn't help but fall for you. In his eyes, he had one week to get over you and be your friend.

Only friends.

He’s been sat in the rain for so long now, that the droplets are beginning to drip down the tip of his nose and his eyelashes. He was sure that when he would stand up, his jeans would be covered in mud. It doesn’t bother him though, because he's got more important things on his mind.

"What am I going to do with you, Wonnie." Your sweet voice appears from behind him, and for a second he believes he is just hearing you in his head. You take a seat next to him, despite the hard rain, and your head falls softly onto his drenched shoulder, "You’re gonna get one hell of a cold if you sit outside moping around."

“I think I have a valid reason to be moping around." He still worried that anything he says will come across as strange, so he holds everything back. His shoulder tingles underneath your head, for once every little touch you place upon him burns.

It hurts, it hurts so much. Yet, even though your touch left invisible scars upon his body in that moment, he would let you burn every inch of skin on his body if that was what you desired. This month had showed him that if there was one person he would let break him down, and it was you.

"You know, I’ve always wanted to dance in the rain." You smile and lift your head to look towards Jungwon, hoping that he would return your gaze. After a loud sigh, he looks at you with his soft eyes, "Will you, Yang Jungwon, take this dance?"

He hopes that you aren't messing around with the way he feels, he hopes that this moment is as real as how he thinks about you. He hopes that the pleasurable sparks that he feels when your hand slips once more into his, feeling so significantly different than usual, that you feel it too.

Oh, how you do.

When the two of you stand up, your hands leave his, but it doesn't leave him in disappointment. They make their way up his arms and find themselves resting around his neck, while his own are nestled on your waist.

"Don’t you think it's a little awkward to dance without music?" He isn't sure why he decided to ruin the moment with such a silly question, maybe the nerves, or the small percentage that you were only doing this to make him feel better rather than to admit your feelings for him.

"I don't find anything to be awkward when I’m with you. never with you, Wonnie. You know, what you saw didn't mean anything. He was dropping me off from a job I was doing, he'd asked me out when we got to the door and what you saw was me telling him that there were no feelings. You know why? because I’ve been waiting for you to stop being so shy about asking me out."

"Oh... well, then. I’m sorry for making assumptions. I’s just spoken to Sunghoon and Yunjin who suggested asking you out, I’d i'd really worked myself up over it. I guess, I was just nervous it was an excuse to not do it. I really, really like you." Due to your open confession, Jungwon feels that he no longer has to hold back. He doesn't have to pretend anymore.

His forehead rests so comfortably on yours, and your left hand falls to rest on his neck rather than around his shoulders. When your nose bumps against his, the rain isn't there anymore. This burning feeling that you had left on his skin only moments ago began to tickle.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?" He speaks, and you only giggle and open your eyes to look up at him through your lashes. You respond, quite boldly, by pressing yourself against him for the first time.

Forever and always.

[noforkingclue]

Hey there! I hope you’re well! 🥰

So the prompt list you just reblogged, coupled with your response to my comment on your fic created a perfect storm for me to send a request in (if you’re still taking them, that is)

Would you be willing to write some more protective Tommy Shelby using this prompt: “I’m not jealous. I just know the intentions that someone like that has for you, even if you claim not to see them yourself.” ?? … you’re an absolute master at it and I’m excited to see what you’ll write!

Thanks in advance if you choose to! 🧡

Yep, requests are still open and thank you for sending this in! :D

I couldn't help but add in angst and pining because I'm evil.

I hope you like the fic :)

Title: Wanting

Prompt list: list

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You adjusted your hair one last time before turning around. You smiled at Tommy and gestured to yourself.

“Well?” you asked, “How do I look?”

Tommy didn’t answer. He looked away and lit another cigarette. You sighed and walked over to him, sitting down next to him.

“Too much?” you said

“No.”

“Then what is it?”

“How well do you know…” Tommy tried to remember the name of the man, you did tell him after all, “him?”

“James,” you said with a soft smile, “We’ve met a couple of times.”

“A couple of times,” Tommy smiled bitterly, “and you sure you really know someone after only meeting a ‘couple of times’.”

“That’s why I’m going out with him to dinner,” you said, rolling your eyes, “to get to know him. What’s the matter Tommy?” You smiled playful and nudged him, “You jealous?”

“I’m not jealous,” Tommy said firmly, “I just know the intentions that someone like that has for you, even if you claim not to see them yourself.”

You stood up quickly and wrapped your arms around yourself. A thick silence fell over the two of you. Silences were never awkward between you and Tommy. He was one of the few people who you felt comfortable being completely silent with. Ever since you started working with Polly, you and Tommy had become close. Well, as close as anyone can truly get with Tommy.

“I’m not stupid.” You said eventually

“I know.”

“Then why are you acting like I am?”

You heard Tommy stand up. Your breath hitched as he put his hands on your shoulders. He squeezed them briefly before saying quietly,

“Too many people I… care about have gotten hurt, love. I don’t want the same thing to happen to you.”

You turned around, gaze softened, and put your hand over Tommy’s. Tommy resisted the urge to link your fingers together.

“It’s ok,” you said, “I’m an adult. I can handle myself, can’t I?”

“I know.”

“Besides,” you removed your hand and pulled yourself out of Tommy’s grip, “Polly knows his mother. She assures me that he has nothing but the best of intentions.”

You grabbed your coat and headed towards the door. You turned back for a second and for a brief moment Tommy thought that you had changed your mind. That you were going to abandoned your meeting and agree to spend the evening with him.

“You know where my spare keys are right?” you said, “You don’t mind locking up when you leave? Although you know you’re more than welcome to stay.”

“Not wise to leave your spare keys under a flower pot.” Said Tommy

“And who’s going to fuck with someone who works for Shelby Company Limited?”

You gave him one last bright smile before shutting the door. Tommy closed his eyes and sat back down as the sound of your shoes clicking on the ground was lost to the night. He took another deep drag of his cigarette. He wished that he hadn’t let you go. He wished that he had pulled your back into his arms and never let you go. To tell you how much he loves you, those words that seemed so small and yet would change everything.

And Polly had done everything in her power to prevent that. With her actually knowing the family, and giving you her assurance, you would never be Tommy’s.