#sorry I used to work in one of these stores and I couldn’t be pissed until now lol

[commanderpelia]

We need to investigate why every local small business decides to hard pivot to the sad beige aesthetic like why is everything ivory in here

[prettyboykatsuki]

call it quits or call it destiny | h. umemiya.

✮ tags ; afab + fem!reader(she/her pronouns, referred to as a girl, gets dressed up by tsubaki and kotoha), reader gets their hair braided (no desc of texture) and puts on makeup, lore heavy reader backstory + personality, deliquent!reader, gap moe, best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, themes of insecurity, mutual pining,the use of she/her for tsubaki, jealousy, confessions, loss of virginity, creampies / unprotected sex, oral (f!recieving), fingering, 18+

✮ wc ; 13.9k (dont. don't say anything)

✮ a/n ; me when i completely lose my mind because i have a weekend off. whats wrong with me.

anyways. there's no major triggers for this but be forewarned reader is meant to be very rag-tag deliquent type. she has a strong personality and generally is not feminine. she is like a mangy street cat a bit. also if u want u should listen to easily by bruno major while reading.

✮ synopsis ; you've been quietly pining for umemiya for a little over ten years with no plans of confessing.

you did not have a plan for what you would do if umemiya confessed to you first.

Once a day, everyday - Umemiya will come into your store, pause, smile, and confess his love to you before going off on his own.  

And once a day, everyday, you reject this confession with a soft huff  telling him to quit being stupid before shooing him away.  

It's become a ritual. A fixture in your daily routine that you're not allowed to ignore despite how hard you're trying.  

He's been doing it for three months, more or less. 

His reason for confessing everyday? Because he’s waiting on the day you confess back, of course. Which you've refused to do for the last few months and will continue to refuse for as long as you’ve got.  

It's not because you don't like him, alright? 

You've known Umemiya since middle school and you've liked him for about the same time. One of the core memories of your childhood is the day you met him, crying while sitting on a  swing-set, after what felt like the worst day of your life. 

( On the day you run away from home, you seriously consider not going back.  

You don’t really know how long you sit there. People walk by but most of them move on quickly. It’s mid-day before anyone bothers to stop and ask you something.  

 "I've never seen you around  before.” A strange looking boy approaches, friendly and unassuming but not entirely cheerful “Did you just move here?"  

You keep quiet, closing your eyes and hoping your lack of response is enough to push him away. Your hope fizzles out when you hear the swing creak as he sits besides you. 

"I'm Umemiya Hajime. I live close by." His voice is airy and causal. "I'm sorry you're having a bad day.”  

"Fuck off," You reply bluntly, frowning. “I don’t need sympathy. Leave me the hell alone.”  

He pauses before pushing himself slightly forward to barely swing.  

“I couldn’t leave you alone while you’re sad,” He voices willfully. "It might make you feel better to talk about it." 

In disbelief at his response, you finally look up and asses him properly. It doesn’t do much to change your initial unfavorable impression. White hair, blue eyes and a little taller than you. You’re definitely about the same age. All of that to say, there’s something weird about him that you can’t quite place.  

Despite his manner and way of speaking though, you don’t actually think he’s that weak which makes his whole aura even more unnerving to you. His attempt at being non-threatening doesn’t work for him. He’s being a real try-hard about trying to make you comfortable… 

Either way, he’s got an air about him that puts you on the defensive.  

 Talking to someone about it had never been much of any option, and somehow it pisses you off that he’s being so brazen about it.  

Maybe if you tell him about, he’ll stop prying into your business. Or maybe you’re just looking for excuses to let off steam. 

You don't care anymore. You wipe your nose with the back of your sleeve.  

"I don't live here and I didn’t move. I ran away." You reply.  

He keeps looking at you, curious, inquisitive and sympathetic.  

"Why?"   

"I broke a girls nose." You scowl. The words rise up in your throat like bile. Make you feel cornered. The wounds too fresh. "It—she bullied me for years for one. And I never fought back, it was all petty bullshit anyway and I didn't like getting calls home. I didn't care about that but she—it wasn't for nothing. She was causing trouble for Sensei."  

Umemiya keeps to himself, humming in response to your troubles. Your voice breaks on your next sentence, chest tightening.  

"It doesn't matter what she does to me but—" Your hands ball up at your first. Your throat feels thick, eyes suddenly watering as your chest throbs . "Anyway, I couldn’t let it go like normal."  

He hums. "So you hit her?" 

You shake your head, sniffling. "Not at first. Just told her to shut up. Said that she didn't know what she was talking about. She hit me first..." You screw your eyes shut, sighing. "...said she was gonna spread rumors about him just trying to get under my skin and be malicious,” You lean back slightly and look up towards the gray sky. “I punched her after that."  

You realize he's looking at your bloodied knuckles, but he isn't making an expression that you can read easily. You don’t remember the last time you spoke to someone like this who wasn’t Tsukimori-sensei.  

"Are you crying because you got in trouble?"  

“Who cares about that?” You sigh “Sensei had to put his job on the line and take responsibility for me,” Your brow furrows in frustration. “He’s the one person I don’t want to cause trouble for,” You grip the iron chains of the swing set with a closed fist and finally admit what you’ve been avoiding to say out loud. “I don’t want him to hate me…”  

The kid besides you smiles  absently at your words. Half-way between listening and recalling something else, it seems like. You can’t help but wonder what the hell his deal is. You barely know him but you’re spilling your guts. 

He speaks after a long while. "I don't think he sees it that way. I think you should try to talk to him about it."  

You make a face, rejecting the idea. "What? No way." 

Umemiya shrugs, smiling - though it doesn't quite meet his eyes.  

"He sounds like he cares about you. If he knew your reasons, there's no way he would hold it against you. And it’s important to share your burdens with people who care for you." You look over and see him smiling somberly at the mulch beneath his shoes before returning back to what you’ve grown to know as his usual self. "Anyways, I think we should be friends. Tell me your name."  

You sniffle again. What a weird guy. Well you say that but 

You still give him your name. 

"What a pretty name," 

When you tell him to shut up again, your new friend Umemiya just laughs.  

And you find you feel just a little bit lighter.)  

That night, Umemiya walked with you to take the last train and told you to come see him again  with good news. 

You aren't sure what compelled you to follow his advice. Maybe because he was the first person who sat down and listened to you about it other than Sensei himself. 

Tsukimori-sensei was your school counselor and the only adult in your entire life that seemed to worry about. You didn't have any friends in middle school and you were a scary looking delinquent girl without a mother and a mostly absent father.  

But Sensei was always incredible gentle to you and incredibly kind. And despite what rumors that girl tried to spread  - he was never anything more than an important mentor.  

It was fucking embarrassing crying in front of him but because you were honest - you got to keep in touch with him. He attended your middle school and high school graduation - supporting you as you started to sort your life out. Became the closest thing you ever really got to a parental figure.  

Over time, you got close with Umemiya and developed strong loyalty to him. You attended an all-girls middle and high school the next town over - totaling one other friend in all six years of your remaining education. Lack of socialization meant that Umemiya somewhat became the very center of your existence. 

It was easy to visit him thanks to parental neglect. You sort of melted into his life. Tsubaki once called you his guard dog as a half-joke, but there's some truth to the sentiment. Quick to defend, quick to heel, and always happy to see him.  

You, like many people, owe Umemiya a lot. His meddling over the course of ten years gave you reason to push forward. He even encouraged you to try and attend school and not give up on living a half-decent life. 

You've got a never-ending list of short-comings but being with him didn't make you hate yourself. It made you want to be better because you knew Umemiya would accept you for whoever you decided to be.  

So despite your delinquency, you managed to graduate high school. Post-graduation, you attended a vocational culinary school and became a patisserie before moving to Furin for permanent residency. You opened a bakery and supply bread to Kotoha-chans diner.  

You made something of your life mostly 'cause of Umemiya. He's not your only friend anymore but he's still your best. Even though you never really pictured things like dating or romance - in some way it only makes sense that it'd be that meddling, kind-hearted idiot that you end up falling for it.  

Lovesickness aside, you respect Umemiya more than anyone in your personal life.  

He’s stuck around with someone like you this long after all. That means a lot to you.  

Somehow the two of you mesh well despite being totally opposite.  

You decided as soon as you realized it sometime in high school that you'd keep your feelings a secret for the rest of your life. You had a strong resolve in your beliefs about the whole thing which made it easy. You hid 'em so well even Sakura's stupid accurate romance detector didn't uncover them.  

When you picture Umemiya's future - it was easy to picture the kind of woman he would end up with. Another kind-hearted idiot like him, a social butterfly. Someone a little softer.  

In any case it definitely was not you. You didn't need it to be. You've received so much from him already, you never entertained the idea. Plus, Umemiya has dated other people over the years, so in your head there was never any hope to cling onto.  

For all reasons listed above, a requited romance is at the very bottom of your expectations.  

That's why you've been in this fucking conundrum.  

To say it was a complete shock to you when Umemiya openly confessed to you many months ago would be understatement of the goddamn century.  

He confessed right on the last day of Spring, totally out of the blue. 

(It’s a little unusual for Umemiya to call you at this hour. If it were anyone else, you’d be a little upset since you’ve gotta be up around four-am to get prepared for the day.  

It’s him though so you’re particularly tolerant, yawning as you find Umemiya on a familiar swing-set, still wearing your PJ’s.  

"Why am I out here in the middle of the night with you?"  

Your words lack any real malice as you sit down. Umemiya remains totally quiet. It's unusual for him to not immediately go on a tangent upon seeing you.  

"Oi. Earth to Hajime." You frown at him. "Did ya get beat up before coming here and scramble your brain? Give me the popsicle before it melts."  

He looks over at you and chuckles as he hands you the bag from the convenience store. You ignore his odd behavior and open up said popsicle before it melts  - carefully splitting it down the middle and giving him the bigger side before going to town on your own. He takes it from you but doesn't even bring it up to his mouth.  

Weird.  

"Did something... happen? Like seriously happen?" You take a long lick of your iced treat. It's melon flavored, your favorite. "Seeing you frown doesn't feel right. Gives me the heebie-jeebies."  

He cracks a little smile at that. It makes you feel better. He shakes his head.  

"Mm, nothing happened. I just have something I want to tell you."  

You nod in understanding. "'kay. Take your time."  

He blinks, surprised.  

"Hm? Aren't you gonna scold me for wasting your time?"  

"Nah. Whatever it is must be serious if it's making you all introspective or whatever. 's fine. Bring me coffee tomorrow and I'll forgive ya."  

His lip twitches up. "I l really like that about you."  

You feel yourself flush and wave a hand at him. "Ahh, shut up."  

He pauses for a second then shakes his head. "Mm. It's more like I like everything about you, actually."  

You twist your face in confusion. "What are you on about now?"  

"That's what I came here to tell you." Umemiya says after a deep breath. He says it so casually you wonder if you're mishearing him - leaning back to look up at the stars. "I really, really like you. I just felt like I had to tell you that"  

You stare at him in disbelief.  

"Wha—huh?"  

He doesn't even flinch as he repeats it.  

"I like you."  

"No the hell you don't."  

He furrows his brow with a light laugh. "I just told you that I do, silly."  

"But that's—" You don't say the word impossible. You really want too, but you know exactly how he would react if you did. You simply shake your head. "No, you don't." 

"I thought you might respond like this so don't worry but how about you?" He shrugs then looks at you intently. "I thought you might like me too."  

Your eyes go wide. Oh fuck.  

You feel like a deer caught in headlights. You know you should be happy about this, deep down. That'd be the normal response.  

But you just feel complicated as shit instead. Fuck does he mean? Umemiya.... likes you? There's just no way that's true. Not after all of this time. And how the fuck does he know you like him back when you've been keeping it in? 

You can't bring yourself to look him in the face and lie. Your heart rises to your throat as you shakily stand to your feet.  

"Stop...thinking whatever you've been thinking. I'm going home." You reply in complete panic. 

 The minute you say it, you turn on your heel so you don't have to look at his face. You don’t even want to know.  

And before Umemiya can catch you and try to talk it out, you bolt. 

What the fuck was that?)  

For the last few months, you've been avoiding the topic of conversation as much as you humanly can.  

The possibility of Umemiya even just accepting your feelings was already far beyond your imagination, but him returning them? Confessing first? That wasn't even in your realm of possibility.  

Ever since then, you've been losing your mind trying to force your life and train of thought to go back to normal. You’ve done all of the math on it.  

Realistically, you can't ignore him. Your lives are so mixed together it'd be impossible unless you went under protection and changed your name which you briefly considered. You thought of turning him down but you’re pretty sure you wouldn’t be able to actually do it despite how good you are at keeping it in. Either way, your best option logistically is feigning ignorance and trying to keep the whole thing out of your mind entirely which should've been easy.  

Tricking yourself into believing the whole thing was a dream? Lightwork.  

Except. Except.  

Umemiya just won't give up.  

He confesses to you again every single day. Worse, he doesn't care whose around to hear him. No one in your friend group seems even the tiniest bit shocked by it which doesn't help the situation. You can't get used to it, can't get used to him being so fucking cheeky as he stops you midway through normal conversation to tell you he loves you.  

He's persistent to a fault and while you've done well feigning immunity - you can't survive like this.  

You've graduated to tell him to go away and treating the whole thing like some big joke.  

But honestly? 

You're avoiding having a proper conversation about it. Umemiya is especially keen in not letting you forget that. And determined to make you confess.  

But you're not going to to let him sway you.  

You've got principles, after all.  

__  

After you close up shop on Friday, you get dressed to attend a kickback with all of your friends.  

It's a barbecue technically - commemorating the end of summer. Togame is really into grilling and in their weird domestic partnership, Chouji really enjoys hosting. They've done this once or twice a year ever since they started living together.  

Once you've finished cleaning up the store, you take the train to Kotoha's place - mistakenly assuming you'd leave as soon as you got there. However you failed to realize that Tsubaki and Kotoha would be getting ready together.  

You got jumped as soon as you walked through the door - so now you're wearing a different pair of clothes that Tsuabki got for you and waiting for them to finish getting you dressed up so you can leave.  

Tsuabkino is inches from your face while Kotoha braids your hair. You feel itchy and exposed but with both of them here there's no way you're going to get out of wearing it. 

"Can we just go?" You grumble, not enjoying the feeling of being poked and prodded.  

"No," Tsubaki insists, frown making her expression pinch. "You have half an eyelash on. Sit still." 

"He'll be happy to see you dressed up," Kotoha adds, trying to encourage you. You frown and look down.  

"Whatever. I don't care about makin' him happy."  

The both of them pause and stare at you until you fold under the pressure - screwing your eyes shut and making you flush.  

“Such a blatant lie.”  

Tsubaki giggles. “Right?”  

Your face feels hot. "Ahhh, alright already. Shut up."  

"Honest girls are much cuter," Tsubaki coos. You give her a half-assed glare.  

"Don't you like Hajime? Why're you trying to set me up with him still?" You mumble. You always think they’d make a perfect pair.  

"Of course I like him. He's my prince." She smiles at you. “But it’s a little different to how a certain someone loves him. And well, if you knew the way he looked at you…"  

You frown, feeling hot all the way up to your ears as you ball your fists up and look down at your lap. "Whatever." 

"You should stop trying to worm your way out of it," Kotoha adds, much less sweetly. "You know how he is. He couldn't give up on you for ten years like some idiot."  

You blink. "Huh? But ten years would mean -"  

Kotoha braids your hair even tighter making you wince. "I know. You're both stupid like that."  

"Don't be mean, Kotoha-chan. And you, be a little more honest, okay?"  

You sigh deeply. 

"Ain't like anything is gonna happen either way. I already told you both I'm not accepting his confession," 

"Cause you're a huge wuss, yeah we know."  

You elbow Kotoha lightly.  

"Maybe nothing will," Tsubaki hums mischievously.  "But it feels nice to dress up for him, right?"  

You pretend the thought doesn't make your hear flutter.  

Tsubaki does you the kindness of laughing lightly before moving on. 

__  

You arrive to the function an hour later than planned and stick mostly with Kotoha and Tsubaki until half way through the evening.  

Loosening up with a few drinks, the three of you part ways to catch-up with different people. It's not rare you see them, but it's not often everyones schedules allow them to be in the same place.  

Lucky for you, Umemiya does you the courtesy of not confessing during the first half of the night before food comes out.  

(Though you do spit beer in his face after he calls you pretty, which he takes on the chin after cleaning up.)  

After dinner, the function simmers down significantly. People quietly break off into groups and chat to each other into the late night. About that time people split whatever desserts they brought among guests.  

You brought cookies and something specifically for Chouji and Togame as thanks for hosting.  

Towards the end of the night, you find yourself sticking sort of close to Umemiya. Though he's having his own one-on-one conversation with Hiragi while sitting next to you , turned the other way.  

You busy yourself catching up to Suo, Sakura and Nirei - all of whom you consider yourself close to.  

Of them, you're the closest to Nirei which always surprises people. 

The kids a total wimp but he helped you years ago study to graduate so you're a little closer to him than everyone else. He's a great guy though and you hang out alone sometimes too.  

The conversations gone far left at this point in the evening.  

Suo leans back against his chair and looks toward Sakura besides him with a lazy smile.  

"Sakura-chan would make a great wife." 

You snort listening to them bicker. Sakura grows beet red, throwing an empty beer can at Suo's head that he catches gracefully.  

"Go die."  

"What? You're good at domestic work and you have a cute side, Isn't that all you need?"  

"Shut up. I'll kill you."  

As Suo breaks out into laughs, Sugishita comes down from the kitchen just in time to catch the argument. He crinkles his nose up.  

"Oh, Sugishita-kun. 'Sup."  

He nods to your greeting as he leans against the wood railing of the outdoor deck.  

"What the hell are you two talking about?" 

'What? You mean about Sakura being a good wife?" Suo asks. Sugishita crinkles his nose. 

"Don't phrase it so repugnantly but yeah I guess." 

"We were talking about marriage 'cause I was complaining at work."  

"What's happening at work?" 

Nirei sighs as he lays it out again to Sugishita after having given the spiel to the three of you once.  

"One of my superiors at work is a lot older than me and keeps bringing up marriage," Nirei explains woefully. "It's all he talks about. He thinks I'm seeing someone."  

Sugishita frowns. "Eh? What gave him that impression?"  

A good question you hadn't considered asking.  

You raise your brow at Nirei who laughs awkwardly while he holds your gaze.  

"You know that picture of us from highschool? When he came to the cafe at your school festival?"  

You smile spitefully, crinkling your nose in faux distaste. "The one wear we wearing those stupid maid costumes?"  

"Yup. That's the one. It's a good picture of us so I keep it on my desk and he saw it so..."  

"You keep a picture of just the two of you on your desk? No wonder he got that impression.” Suo adds.  

You sense Umemiya suddenly tense which you find weird. He's still talking to Hiragi though when you glance from the corner of your eye. You brush it off.  

Nirei blushes, elbowing him.  

"Shut up. I've got group pictures and stuff too. But he just singled out that one cause you know,"  

You nod in understanding before it dawns on you. Your eyes widen. "Oh, shit? Does that old man think you're dating me?"  

Nirei closes his eyes and sighs. "He won't even let me correct him." 

You pause before breaking out into genuine laughter.  

"Pfft, that's terrible." You reply sympathetically, taking a sip of your beer before giving a mischievous grin. "Maybe you can make it work for you though, eh? Tell 'em we got hitched forreal and then I'll call you on the phone and nag you to get home for dinner so you can leave earlier."  

Nirei acts like he's touched making you laugh even harder. "You'd do that for me?"  

You give him another toothy grin. "I'll even help you fake some wedding photos. We'll be accomplices." You lean back with a shrug. "You gotta wear the dress though." 

Sugishita laughs at that. "You being a blushing bride is a little..."  

You snort, shooting him a dirty look "Shut up."  

"Deal. Not a bad plan honestly." Nirei says with a sigh. "Whatever gets me out of the office early."  

"Even if that means being married to me?" You joke.  

He smiles at you. "Aw, what do you mean? That's the best part."  

You chuckle at him good-natuedly and the conversation quickly moves on.  

The alcohol is starting to make you dizzy so you eventually tune out as the four of them talk, glancing at Umemiya from the corner of your eye.  

You swear you catch a glimpse of his jaw ticking.  

__  

For the rest of the night, Umemiya is off.  

No one else can tell. You know that because the atmosphere remains light until everyone leaves around two-am. There's no blips or tension, no awkward pauses. 

But you know Umemiya. He's been real weird all night and it's bugging the shit out of you.  

It's a well past two now, and you've just left the late night cab you took with him. Umemiya lives close so he's walking you home.  

He's usually energetic after a get-together like that so his dead silence is weirding you out. You're pretty good at figuring his feelings out but for once you feel totally clueless.  

It feels as if even the cicadas and crickets have gone to sleep. There's nothing bu the streetlights overhead and soft glow of the moon, coupled with the soft click of your shoes on the pavement. Occasionally, a car will pass by.  

At one point, it becomes too much. There's still a few minutes until you're home.  

You stop in the middle of the sidewalk and turn around to look at him. Umemiya pauses, startled as he stops with you, and doesn't smile which only makes your concern worsen.  

"Oi. What's up with you?"  

"Hm?"  

You cross your arms over your chest.  

"Don't 'hm' me. You've been in a bad mood few for the last few hours. It's gonna bug me all night if I don't ask, so what's up?"  

He stares at you.  

"You noticed?"  

"How could I not notice?"  

"I was hiding it pretty well, I thought." He states more than asks, half-smile on his face.  

"Yeah. But well," You shrug. "I'm always looking at you for better or for worse. So. What's wrong?"  

He stares at you a long time before sighing, running his fingers through his hair. You've never seen him like this. You've seen him pissed off before, seen him mildly irritated - but never this... pouty? It's not like he's pissed.  

He's quiet, taking a deep breath of cool night air before sliding his hands into his pockets and taking a good look at your face. 

"Do you know that I like you?"  

Your eyes widen as you blink wildly.  

This is what he wants to talk about? 

He pins you down with his stare, hands in his pockets and intense as ever.  

"Don't even think about bolting this time, okay? I'm asking you seriously. Do you?" 

Your eyes flicker down the concrete - feeling extremely uncomfortable and suddenly sweaty. You shrug, unsure of what else you could say or do.  

"Hard not to know." You mumble. "You tell me everyday." 

"But do you get it?"  

Your frown deepens.  

"Of course not. How could I possibly get something like that, stupid?"  

He takes a deep breath. "But you like me, don't you?"  

Panic sets in. If you could sink straight into the Earth you would.  

"...Never said that." 

He calls your name quietly. "Look at me, at least. Stop running away from me and just look." 

You know you're being stubborn but you can't help it. You've kept it a secret for ten years and all of a sudden he wants you to tell him you like him? You've held it in for so long already and he's telling you not to run away.What other choice is there?  

One wrong move move and everything will come crashing down inside of you. You can't even lie about it either.  

Damn it.  

"I won't look." Your voice is warbly and it makes you feel so pathetic you could die, tucking your chin petulantly "Don't wanna,"  

Umemiya frowns at you.  

"If you say you don't like me I'll let it go."  

You remain very quiet and close your eyes tighter. He sighs softly, making your chest hurt.  

After a minute, you muster up the courage to be dishonest - determined to drop it at all costs. You're slow as you pick your head up.  

"I don't like you," You repeat slowly, carefully - trying not to stumble the words. "So quit it, alright?"  

He laughs humorlessly and holds your gaze.  

"That's the first time you've ever actually lied to me. You're terrible at it," 

"I'm not lying." You snap. Umemiya smiles somberly when he sees tears on the corners of your eyes. He steps closer to you. You freeze. When his hand reaches cups your cheek, you feel your legs lose all their strength and close your eyes. You're terrified to even look at him, not wanting him to see what you know is obvious on your face.  

He wipes them as he tilts your face towards him slowly. 

"Tell me, at least. If you're going to refuse me, don't I deserve to know why? Do you hate the idea of dating me that much?"  

You shake your head. "Stupid. How would anyone hate that?"  

"So I deserve to know why you're turning me down."  

A long moment of silence draws you out of your feelings. You guess that's fair enough. Maybe this way he'll leave you alone  - as long you're clear about your reasons. He’s the earnest type after all.  

You manage to suck up all your tears and clear your throat enough to give him an explanation. 

You step back a little from him, putting some distance between you as you stare down at the sidewalk. 

"You know... I respect ya more than anyone else. You've always been someone I admire. And I uh, owe you a lot. So I only want the very best for you and all." You scratch your neck, taking a deep sigh. "For me... regardless of my feelings, I want you to be with someone who really fits, you know? Well put-together and everything. Someone that suits you better"  

He pauses before frowning.   

"Regardless of your feelings? Does that mean you were willingly pushing them aside?" He says distraught. "For how long?"  

You shrug, trying to lighten the conversation. It’s too devastating otherwise. "About ten years, give or take." 

The sheer distress in his face makes you want to keep talking, just he doesn’t look so disheartened. Like some explanation will clear things up.  

"It ain't a bad thing, Hajime. You've given me a lot and I'm serious when I say I want the best for you. I love you, if that's what you wanna hear. I'm content just being besides you as your friend." You say with a shrug. "I can be kinda selfish but there's a limit to my greed,yknow."  

He looks like he's in shock. 

"Wanting someone to love you back isn't greedy or selfish."  

You find you don't have anything to say with that, but hope he drops it for the time being. 

Umemiya stares at you seriously. It makes your breath hitch meeting his eyes, blue with all the depth in the world. You feel like you can't pull yourself from his gaze.  

"And there was never a possibility? Not once that I could've liked you? That I wanted to be with you?"  

"It doesn't matter." You say. "And no, it never crossed my mind.."  

"Stop saying it doesn't matter. Of course it matters. Your feelings matter the most so don't toss them aside so easily. Do you really believe that you're not right for me?"  

You aren’t sure how to answer him.  

"You think you're not good enough for me." He says with some realization more than asks.  

It's the first time you see his face change. When you look up, he looks well and truly angry. The whole thing is confusing.  

"I'm sorry," You say. It’s such a timid thing to say but you don’t know how else to fix.  

"It's not—I just don't like hearing you talk about yourself like that. I don't like hearing someone I love get spoken about like that.” 

You ignore the sentiment again and wait in the quiet. You always thought this would be an easier conversation to have but it hurts.  

He sighs a bit, getting closer to you again. He’s less upset than before but there’s something else in his expression.  

"You wanted to know why I was upset earlier right? It's because of you and Nirei-kun." He admits.  

"What about him?"  

"You talked about marrying him so casually. I overheard and it bothered me all night."  

Your eyes go wide.  

"I—it wasn't serious."  

"I know that. I never thought I was that childish either but you being married to someone else as a joke." He laughs humorlessly. "I really hated it. That’s why I asked if you know how much I like you."  

You feel frozen in place by his admission. 

Umemiya steps towards you faster than you can muster up a counter for why he shouldn’t bother.  

His arms around you feel sudden. His grip on you is so tight, like you could slip through his arms all at once if he loosens it. He smells like cologne and beer and summer but it's not unpleasant. He rests his chin on your head and lets out a deep breath.  

Your chest is throbbing for different reasons now. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.  

"If you won't be greedy, then you should at least let me be." He lets out a long, tense breath "At least let me have what I want." 

You're stuck. Your mouth moves faster than your brain.  

"Why me? And why now?"  

Umemiya pulls away to stare down at you. You can't bring yourself to turn away from him. 

"It was always you. I felt guilty... for wanting to you that way when you were a precious friend. Wanting to treat you delicately when you were strong and proud." He admits. Hearing him say that out loud embarrasses you to no end, “But it was those things that made me love you. Strong yet clumsy. Prideful yet honest. Awkward yet trying to be gentle. Loyal. And always considerate of everyone. Of me, when I was taking care of everyone else."  

Your stomach feels like it's going to erupt. You're losing your resolve faster than you know how to mend it.  

"Stop saying stuff like that."  

Umemiya holds you tighter and shakes his head. "No. How else will I get you to change your mind?"  

"I won't change my mind." You say stubbornly.  

"I love you." He repeats.  

You squirm.  

"Stop it,"  

"I want to be with you. I want to kiss you. I want to hold you. I want to stay by your side forever. I want to do things with you and make you feel good. I want to make you smile. I want to grow old with you." 

Your hearts fluttering. Fuck.  

"Idiot. What are you saying? Let me go."  

"It has to be you for me. I won't have anyone else no matter what you think. The person I love is you. I love you."  

"Hajime." Your voice is shaking. 

His drops down to a whisper.  

“I can’t change how you think of yourself overnight but I can tell you that there’s no point in trying to push me away. Whether or not you accept  me, we’ll never stop being side by side - so please stop fighting it.”  

You put your hands on his chest, trying to push him away. “Stop it,” 

"Please tell me it's okay to love you how I want too," He says, soft and doting while he crushes you in his arms. "And please love me in return."  

You put your hands up to your misty eyes wanting to wipe them away as he melts through the rest of your resolve like it's nothing. It's hard not to be moved. You've been pretending for ten long years that you don't love him at all and he's declaring his love for you like it's the easiest, most sensible and sane thing in the world.  

A kind-hearted, willful, meddling idiot. How you are you supposed to push him away when he's holding you this tight?  

"Shit," You voice, huffing as your voice shakes. "Don’t be stupid, alright? If you’re so insistent, I wont let you back out if you meet someone else."  

He laughs wetly.  

"I already tried meeting other people, but it's still you. Always was."  

He smiles above you. 6'2 with watery eyes with the look of pure relief like it's the best news he's ever heard in his life. It's too much for you. Your heart is racing so fast you wonder if you're gonna die.  

"Can I kiss you?" He asks.  

Your eyes go wide as you look away, not wanting to look too eager. "That's..."  

He makes another puppy-dog kinda face. "Please?"  

You're embarrassed by how easy it makes you give in. "...Do whatever you want."  

He laughs bright and warm as his hands slide up to cup your cheeks and kiss you with all the passion he can muster. It's intense, almost suffocating the way he slots his lips against yours and breathes you in. He doesn't let you up from it, doesn't part from you for a second even when he pulls away - noses brushing and stealing the air from your lungs.  

It's your stupid first kiss and it's perfect - so perfect you wonder if you're going to wake up in a dream. He kisses you hard and makes you stand on your toes to chase his lips when he pulls back. Elated. Ecstatic when you grasp the front of his shirt and keep kissing him when he stops. 

He pauses before littering your whole face with pecks even as you weakly protest, unable to stop frowning but feeling the happiest you've ever been.  

There's so much longing in between you, you feel like you could die. You feel helpless.   

"Can I come home with you?" He asks, once he stops - only holding your hand a short distance away. "I want more time together." 

You feel your skin burn hot as you nod, all while trying not to read too much into it. 

"Yeah."  

__ 

You barely get to lock your door behind you before Umemiya crowds you in the door way.  

His arms circle around your waist, chin resting against your shoulder.. Broad chest against your back, you try not to flounder as his warm voice caresses your ear.  

You're going to die young if he keeps this up.   

"I love you,"  

You flush. "Enough already. And let me go so I can wash up."  

"Do you need to sleep early? Thought you were closed tomorrow. Wanted to talk a little longer."  

You pause.  

"...Sleep?" 

"Hm?"  

You both freeze as the miscommunication dawns at the same time. You try to pull away from him as soon as you realize, skin burning hot. You're quick but Umemiya is quicker.  

"Hajime." You say gravely. "If you don't let me go, I'm gonna kill you."  

"No way," He laughs  as you attempt to wriggle out of his grasp. "Is that why you let me in? Were you expecting something?"  

"Shut up! Don't say anything, I swear I'll —"  

"Don't be like that, baby. I'm not making fun of you. Hey, turn around. Look at me."  

You're upset but you think the reason is more embarrassing then the feeling.  

"Don't wanna,"  

Umemiya laughs as he gently turns you around to face him. In your utter mortification, you can barely bring yourself to meet his gaze.  

"Stop staring."  

He doesn't.  

"Do you normally invite guys in just 'cause they ask?"  

"Wha—no! It's because it's you, stupid!"  

He smiles in satisfaction.  

"You shouldn't say yes so easily even if it is me. What if I took advantage of you?"  

You think he's just being smug for the sake of it, which is pissing you off. You grab him by the front of his shirt.  

"Fuck off. Maybe there's a reason I said yes."  

He pauses before his eyes widen. You push your hand against his mouth before he blurt anything else out but he's quick to pry your hand away.  

"Don't say it." You hiss.  

"I was planning on taking my time. I cherish you and I want to make sure you know that. I'm just a little surprised you’re moving so quick when you were telling me not too long ago."  

You can feel the tips of your ears growing hot, feeling even more self-conscious. "Whatever. If we're just going to sleep I still need to wash up."  

He keeps his arms behind your back so you can’t move.  

"Hey. Didn't say that. It's not like I don't want to do it with you. Just don't want you to regret anything."  

You give him an flat look. "I was prepared to give you my virginity and you're worrying about that. Unless you're planning on backing out, there's no way I would."  

"Your—" His jaw drops a little.  

You drop your voice down just a little close as you grab his collar.  

"If you get it, then hurry up and fuck me. Stupid Hajime."  

He gives you the dopiest smile you've ever seen while your face grows increasingly hot, leaning to in to press a kiss to your lips. He brushes his nose with yours. Laughter from deep in his chest.  

"Yes, ma'am."  

__ 

Once you give Umemiya permission to have you, you get the feeling that there really is no going back from here.  

You both know it. The tension in your bedroom is so thick you can barely breathe around it.  

Umemiya lands gently onto your bed - sitting up as he holds you by your waist and pulls you over to him. You're so aware of his touch it makes your nerves feel they're on fire. You're not a total virgin - at least not enough to be feeling this worked up over someones hands lingering on your waist.  

But they're Umemiya's hands—Hajime's hands, so you can't rationalize your thoughts of out it. His hands are strong and big, a little calloused and rough from the gardening and fighting. You can feel how much he adores you in a gesture so small it makes you concerned for your own heart thinking about how the rest of the night will go.  

He invites you into his lap gently, so pleased by the way you go to him so willingly. You spread yourself over him with your knees on either side of his thighs. He's big - wide and broad.  

Your barely hovering over his bulge as you lean your weight onto him. His hand barely brushes underneath your top, just barely touching the skin.  

You shiver.  

"Are you really sure this is what you want?" He asks. "I don't mind waiting as long as you need,"  

You give him an bored look. "Not very convincing when you're makin' a face like that,"  

He chuckles nervously. "That bad?"  

You nod before adding a little bashfully. "Dunno if I mind, though."  

He buries his fact against your chest all of a sudden making you jump.  

"The hell?"  

"You're so cute when you're honest like that," He mumbles into your chest, cheek pressed against your tits.  

"Jeez, shut up. What're you talking about?"  

Umemiya pulls back and leans forward - enough to breach the inches of space between you. Nose to nose, your eyes meet. A bated breath, you put your hand on his shoulders and work up the nerve to kiss him.  

It's chaste. Mostly for you to break the ice otherwise you're sure you're gonna pussy out.  

He smiles at you when you pull away.  

"See what I mean? So cute," He hums, and leans in again. "Come on. Kiss me again."  

Something about him is different when he tells you to kiss him. It's not smug or cheeky. But it's not casual either. Softness tinges his words, his touch - his whole demeanor screams like he loves you absolutely. It makes your heart rate pick up again, hands shaky as you try not to lose your nerve.  

He's restraining himself though. How he intense he could be vs how soft and calm he is being. You know Umemiya like the back of your hand so you want him to do what he wants. It's hard to find your voice.  

"You don't have to.." You cast your eyes down in embarrassment. "…hold back with me, either. I'm not some maiden."  

He smiles at you a little. "You really do know me better than anyone, huh? I was keeping it together pretty well."  

"Look I know I’m kinda difficult…I'm not real good with stuff like this either," You fidget with the collar of his shirt with your free hand. "But once I say yes I don’t back out. So don't worry about scaring me off or putting too much pressure on me or whatever. ...'s fine to just do what you feel like. I’m scared out of my mind but I wouldn’t do that to you,"  

“Don’t know how long it’ll take but I’ll do my best to make you feel secure. Might take some time but we’ve got our whole lives.” You flush at the implication. He smiles a little. "Whatever I want seems like a lot to give, though."  

"Well...depending on what, I'm might not be good at it,"   

He shakes his head. "I don't want anything like that."  

"What do you want then?"  

"You." He says easily. Your stomach flips. "All of you. I just want to make you feel so good you can't stand it. Want to worship you top to bottom. There's not a single part of you I don't want."  

You flush. "The hell... I meant like a blowjob or some shit."  

He laughs. "I know. And I want that too, another time." He hums, taking a deep breath. "Right now I just want you to feel so good for me. Is that okay?"  

You can't look at him. You can barely stand how bashful you're being, but you can't even play coy. Something in you is bursting at the seams.  

You love him so much you don't recognize yourself, or your voice, or how you're acting. It makes you sick but you can’t do anything but go with it. "Yeah. 's okay, if it's what you want."  

"It is," He says, leaning in. "All I've ever wanted."  

You ignore the latter half of his comment as he finally goes to kiss you again.  

He pulls your body close to him as you do. Until your chest to chest, arms wrapped around the span of his shoulders as you press your lips together soft and slow.  

He slides a hand underneath your top, undoing the clasp of your bra. He lets his palm stay on the center of your back while you keep kissing - straps of your bra falling down your shoulder as he splays his fingers to feel more of your skin and hold you. Hugging you close to him, his other arm wraps around your torso. His forearms feels especially strong they way they hold you by the waist.  

You're so close to him. Kissing him so deep, his tongue sliding against your lips. Something about the kiss is languid but the touch is so hot it makes your skin burn. You feel wrapped up in him, can't even tell whose heartbeat you're hearing. 

More of your weight ends up in his lap as you feel your knees go weak. Something hard presses against your clothed cunt and you gasp a little into his mouth.  

"Oh, shit." You mumble in surprise. Umemiya laughs.  

"You're making me feel good." He hums.  

Your face heats up. "I barely did anything." 

"You just being on my lap is more than enough."  

You make a face at him before rubbing yourself over the zipper of his jeans, slow and deliberate trying to get a feel for it. You hear him moan, nearly jumping out of your skin in surprise.  

The way Umemiya moans is a lot for you to process. Breathy and a little low. It resonates through your whole body like a caress.  

You make a few more tentative passes over his bulge, just to hear him do it again. Driven by your instinct more than anything, you lean into kiss at his jaw - making use of the limited experience you do have to try and draw more sounds from him.  

"What're you thinking about?" He asks, still breathless. Maybe amused.  

"Like the way you sound." You mumble in reply.  

"I thought I told you I wanted to take care of you, hm?"  

You frown. "So what? I can't touch you at all?"  

He thinks on it. "You can touch me everywhere else and you can have your way with me later, if you want it. I don't wanna cum too fast."  

"I'm just..."  

He shakes his head. "You're underestimating me. I'm still a guy, you know? With a woman I love at that. There's no way I would make it through our first time if I didn't focus on you. Don't pout,"  

Hearing him describe you in such an embarrassing way makes you flush. You roll your eyes half-heartedly. "Fine, whatever."  

He smiles.  

"Good girl. C'mere. Lay down."  

You decide not to think about how effected the praise makes you as you comply.  

Umemiya lays you down carefully, making sure you're comfortable before hovering over you. He looks a lot more imposing from this view - the dim lights of your room making his face seem more well-defined. Your nipples harden in arousal, peeking from underneath your shirt as he stares long and hard.  

"You're so beautiful to me."  

He leans down and presses a hot kiss to your jaw, just underneath your ear before slowly kissing down your neck. Open-mouthed kisses along delicate skin, tongue sliding over every patch he scrapes lightly with his teeth. You fidget underneath him, a dull throbbing between your legs. You try to figure out what to do with your hands but you’re too nervous.  

He kisses your throat where it's extra sensitive and you bite back and involuntary noise. 

"Don't hold your voice, please?"  

"It's embarrassing,"  

"It's not," He assures, bumping his forehead to your shoulder lightly. "I want to know what makes you feel good. Let me pay attention to you."  

You frown but nod ultimately.  

Umemiya isn't the first sexual encounter you've had in your life. You've done other things, but you've never really gone all the way with anyone. All of your other partners were mostly strangers - people mutually interested in using someone else to try and get off.  

This is the first time anyone has taken this much time with you. A little kissing and groping, sometimes touching your chest.  

No one's ever touched you like this, though.  

His hands feel like they're all over your body no matter where they actually end up being. Makes your heartbeat rain drumming on a tin roof. Makes your stomach tingle, a heat in your calves and a prickly feeling on your back. Your whole being drowning with pure anticipation.  

"Take this off for me." Umemiya mumbles. You nod, feeling absent as you wiggle yourself out of your tight little tee and toss it somewhere.  

The air shifts again when you're naked. His eyes drink you in, tracing the soft lines and edges of your body. Looking over scars and stretchmarks with pure, blown out wanting that shoots lust straight into your veins.  

You want him to fuck you so bad it's killing you but the very thought makes you feel so shy you could die.  

"You're beautiful," Sounds dirty the way he says, makes it spill from his lips like wine tipping over a glasses edge. "Perfect. Every inch of you is so perfect."  

He proves this to you by kissing you again. Running his hands over your skin. Up against curved sides and down against your arms, brushing the back of your biceps and forearms.  

Infatuation in his touch ruins you. Makes your voice let out. You can't think of anyone whose treated you so preciously in your entire life and you find you don't resent it as much as you should.  

(You find it feels so good to let someone touch you so kindly. A touch like you're being loved.)  

Nonetheless it's embarrassing. Of course it is.  

But it's so hard not to feel pulled in when you feel the way he kisses you. Draws a trail with his lips and tongue from jaw to shoulder blade - kissing down your biceps with his hands on your body, taking  gentle inhales of your scent.  

Anticipation makes your stomach tie in knots but finally he relents. Both hands squeeze the soft weight of your chest, palms brushing your hardened nipples.  

"Fuck."  

He laughs a little, heavy with want. "Yeah? Do you like being touched here?"  

"Mm." Is the best reply you can get out.  

He brushes against the tips with his fingers in a feather-light gesture, testing the waters before rubbing with a little more pressure. Your body jolts from the stimulation, wetness pooling and dampening your underwear. He leans in and takes one of your nipples into his mouth making another dull wave of lust wash through you.  

And he makes sure to pay attention to both. It's just like him to be so attentive to some shit like that. Your spine arches as he sucks on your sensitive nipples, letting his tongue flick across them and giving into a sweet friction. You buck your hips up against instinctively, gripping onto the sheets as your sense of restlessness grows.  

Your voice is whiny to your own ears but you can't calm down to save your life.  

"You're taking too long," You huff. He laughs lightly, looking up at you from underneath his lashes.  

"Don't be impatient." He tsks.  

"It's enough already," 

He shakes his head. "Nope. Still got a long ways to go. Promise you'll have me when you're ready for it, so just try and focus on feeling good."  

You make a frustrated sound. "It's embarrassing being the only one feeling good,"  

He pauses before standing up on his knees. He takes his black t-shirt off in one swift go until his torso is bare, and undoes the top button of his pants. He gives you a little glance. "Better?"  

There are too many layers of that to process in the moment it happens. You mumble. "A little,"  

He beams. "Good. Now let me take good care of you,"  

Sliding down lower, he kisses you from sternum to navel. Hands gripping at the softness of your sides, smoothing over the bare skin as he his thumb finds the waistband of your skirt. He glances up at you, silently seeking your permission. You nod back at him, watching him slide the short skirt away from your waist.  

The sudden air feels cool against your skin. He presses his cheek against your belly, both hands on your hips..  

"You're gorgeous. Even more gorgeous than I thought. I feel so lucky being able to touch you when you're this perfect.” He praises endlessly.  

You cover your face with your arm.  

"Ugh. Quit it. You're sayin' too much."  

"Seeing you get so shy when I praise you a little is so cute." He trails his lips down further and further - just above your sex before stopping. "You're so cute."  

He sits back, standing up and bending your legs slightly at the knee. You hold the position as you feel him massage your calve. Thumb drawing hard circles in the muscle, slowly working his way up to your knee. He kisses you afterwards trailing the same spot his hands were touching seconds ago before moving onto the other side.  

There's nothing you can call it short of worship. The nagging feeling that it's undeserved is washed away each time Umemiya holds your gaze.  

Devotion colors every touch no matter how small. And it’s so obvious, so prominent - it feels outright wrong to deny the fact it’s there.   

You think the closest thing you can compare it too is the way Umemiya gardens. A patience as his fingers root through earth and soil, a kindness towards delicate things that makes even hours of work under the sun look beautiful and easy. His expression is what's most uncanny - what makes you you feel so hot. 

An expression that says he loves doing it from the very bottom of his heart - not even a hint of apathy or complaint.  

A face that says he loves every long, drawn out motion and actions of repetition all fro the very core of him.  

Having it directed at making love to you so blatantly makes you more aroused than you know what to do with. You don't know how to let yourself be treated like the most cherished flower in Umemiya's garden - and you aren't so sure how you're meant to get used to it no matter how much it makes you feel...nice. You don’t have any other experience.  

Which is why you're trying to be patient. Trying to be at least temporarily secure in whatever he sees in you that makes him worship every inch of you, memorizing all your ins and outs.  

Umemiya places hot, wet kisses on your inner thigh before laying himself between your spread legs - breath barely hovering over your sex.  

By the time he gets there, you feel utterly melted into your sheets. Your mind is hazy, impatient and wanting as strong hands secure your thighs. He's so close.  

"I wanna eat you out. Is that okay?"  

"If you don't do something soon I'm gonna kill you."  

He laughs warmly. "I'll take that as a yes."  

You pause. Umemiya waits.  

"I didn't uh," You clear your throat. "Wasn't planning on getting laid so y'know. Haven't shaved in a while."  

"Were you worried that I'd change my mind? I like it for the record. Feels natural." Umemiya says. "It's your body so there's nothing I would dislike about it."  

"You're too much." You reply back in earnest. You cover your face with your arms. "So cheesy."  

"I'm being serious." He says suddenly solemn with how sincere he is. 

The sudden change is amusing. You pause before breaking into genuine giggles, unable to help yourself.  

"You're really somethin', yknow that?"  

He's quiet for a long time. Long enough for it to catch your attention, turning your gaze more clearly towards his face. Swiftly, he pushes himself up to catch your mouth in another kiss. It stuns you a bit, very different to all the rest. More teeth and tongue than lip.  

"I like you," He murmurs, forehead to yours. "How can someone be so cute?"  

"Would you quit embarrassing me and get on with it?" 

He smiles. "As you wish,"  

Umemiya settles back down between your legs after easing your panties off and putting your feet flat on the bed to give himself more access. You can barely look down at him doing it. His fingers brush the slick hairs back gentle as he uses his thumbs to spread your pussy apart and look at you more intimately.  

You can feel him. Feel his every breath and movement. He stares at you awestruck. "How is all of you so pretty? Even here it's such a beautiful color."  

"Stop looking so much,"  

He takes a breath, taking in your scent one more time before pressing a kiss to your clit. You make an attempt to squirm away from his grip as his finger dig into your thighs and hold you down. The strength of it knocks the wind out of you, forcing you into place. Umemiya pushes his tongue and gives you a long, tentative lick through the seam of your cunt.  

Your whole body breaks out into shivers at the sensation. The warm weight of his tongue on your sex makes feels like an electric current through water - your toes curling as he makes the same few passes over and over. He collects your pooling arousal on the tip as he drags upwards and flicks your clit tentatively. You grind against his face instinctually, hips chasing the pleasure. Amused laughter vibrates against your core as you do, mumbling at you to be patient while he's still face deep in it.  

You let out another pitchy whine before he finally stops teasing. He lays his tongue flat against your clit, cupping it lightly before drawing it around experimentally. He watches carefully as he plays around with pressure and angles - trying to see what makes you react the most. You can feel how closely he's watching you. 

You cover your mouth with your hand when he does find it, your voice breaking off as he licks carefully right where you need. He smiles into your cunt as he toys with your with the sensitive bundle of nerves, pleased by the change in your reactions. The obvious pleasure he's making you feel.  

Something blooms into your chest. You've never— 

"You're—" You close your eyes, hands tangling in the sheets as you break out into a fever. "Ngh, never had someone l-lick me,"  

He must've heard you because he seems to laser in his focus the minute you say it. He's lapping at your clit so deep, licking precisely and holding you with nose against your bush.  

You reach down tentatively, pushing back the hair falling in his face and he gives you a look so lovesick you want to run away. The pressure changes gradually, more intensely.  

It feels better somehow. Makes you feel restless. Your whole body curls in tight with want at the sensation of it, the lower expanse of your belly tensed. You're shaking as you drift closer to the edge, arousal upped by the wet sound of him sucking your clit.  

"Hajime," You warn, spine starting to arch as you helplessly try to pull away from the intense sensation. It's not familiar to your body, so much so your mind can barely make sense of what's happening to it, "Cumming—c-cumming!"  

Something in you goes undone as Umemiya keeps pace during your orgasm. All the tension inside of you suddenly comes loose - specks of white matter behind closed lids as you screw your eyes shut. Your back curves up into arch, your hips trembling, your insides pulsing. It comes running into you, crashing into your body as waves of pleasure drown out the noise in your head. He eats you out until you feel borderline hysterical.  

You feel melted and reshaped by him - yanking him off when he continues to be insistent after you're too oversensitive. He laughs when you pull him away, resting against your thigh as you take worn out heaving breaths.  

He kisses the inside of your knee as you calm down, bright smile on his features - painted pink with a slight flush. "You came. I'm so happy."  

You look at him in shock. "You're a scary guy."  

He pushes up to kiss your temple, voice soft. "Did I scare you?"  

Your stomach flutters, tucking your chin. "You were intense, but I didn't... hate it or anything."  

"Yeah?" He grins, pressing a few kisses to your cheek and face before whispering against your ear. "Then, is it okay to go farther?"  

You nod silently. Umemiya smiles.  

He stands up on his knees, pushing his hair back as your eyes are drawn to his pants. You reach out for the waistband of his pants unthinkingly, hooking your finger into it. "Isn't it stuffy?"  

He blinks, frozen before rubbing a hand across his face. "Ah a bit, but it's fine."  

"Take 'em off. Please?"  

Umemiya looks unusually distressed by the request, but follows through without another word. You watch him undress - revealing the tight black fabric of his boxer briefs snug against his waist. Your eyes go wide as you see the outline of his cock - head still half hazy. You voice your unfiltered reaction.  

"Your dick is so big,"  

He laughs breathlessly. "Are you trying to stir me up? What's with you?" He pauses to lay down besides you. You turn to lay on your side and face him a little better. "You're being cute. I'm not used to seeing you so docile."  

"Shaddup," You reply half-heartedly. Your body is still on fire but it knocked the wind of you to cum once already. "Your fault."  

He grins, a hint of smugness as he laughs. "That's true."  

"You gonna fuck me?"  

"Mm, yeah. Gotta open you up first or it'll hurt."  

"I've put stuff in before. Toys. Should be fine."   

"Still wanna play it safe. It's your precious first time after all."  

You make a face before pulling him into you, hugging him tight as your whole body breaks out in a shameful flush. "Then hurry up and do it already."  

His arms slide underneath where your laying, holding you to him as he hikes one of your legs up. He slides his free hand in over your leg - his forearm holding your thigh. You press your face to his neck and shoulder - hiding your expression. "Guess I should huh? You were always impatient,"  

You can barely tell him to shut up, the way your body waits for it. A warbled little noise leaves your mouth as he slides his middle finger through the sticky folds of your cunt - careful as it catches on your hole. Wet and so aroused, the first finger he puts in goes in completely smoothly with no real effort 

Umemiya speaks low and soft as he holds you. "I don't know if I can get used to seeing you like this. I'm glad no one else but me ever wil You’re really all I think about lately," He catches the lobe of your ear between his teeth gently. Your head spins. "People misunderstand you because you're prickly, you know? For a long time, only I knew what it felt like to be liked by you. I liked that,"  

"Why are you—mmgh," 

He slides another finger in carefully after the first one slides inside of you with no resistance. His voice is so hot against your skin, the low bass of it in your skull as he speaks so close to your ear.  

"Don't get me wrong I'm happy seeing you with so many people surrounding you. But I was a little sad too. And it kept getting worse over the years until I couldn’t ignore it. I couldn’t figure out why for a long time and then it clicked,” Umemiya explains. You realize half way delirious this is his real confession. God, you’re gonna kill him. “Suddenly it was all I thought about. I wanted to be special to you. I wanted to monopolize you. It was my first time having thoughts like that,”  

Another finger slides into you easily. Umemiyas fingers are so much bigger than yours. Thicker than they are long. The stretch is enough to make you gasp.  

“Hajime—“ 

He curls them up, careful until he finds the spot he’s looking for. Your body reacts, another sensation of pressure as his middle finger rubs tenderly against your gspot. You weakly try to wiggle away as he holds you firm.  

“I felt a little guilty, too. You’re my very best friend. You’re independent and diligent. Tough. But you know, when I saw you for those few months - all I could think about was how much I wanted to spoil you,” He whispers. Something in your body shifts the way touches you. Pushes in further and further - stretching until it’s easy for him to be inside. “Somehow everything I liked about you became so cute I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t help but want to dote on you over every little thing even though I knew better than anyone you didn’t need something like that.”  

Your eyes well up but not necessarily from emotion. Totally overwhelmed. You don’t feel like you’re gonna cum but there’s something else that’s waiting and each time he thrusts his fingers into you it comes a little closer. Your voice is shaking.  

“It—fuck, quit talking. Somethings gonna—“  

His smile grows a little. It’s the first time it looks so hungry.  

“I was happy in general when I realized you liked me too. Even when you were being stubborn, I liked the way you couldn’t turn me away. I liked how happy you looked talking to me as usual as if that alone was something so precious,” He hums, so focused and precise as he stretches you open on a third finger but never once losing his train of thought. Like saying all of these comes to him so easily it doesn’t matter. “I didn’t want to corner you. But it felt like I couldn’t rest until you were mine completely. Which is why I’m being so unfair to you. Why I’m so persistent. ” 

Your voice breaks on a whine. “It’s gonna come out—“  

“You make a pretty face when your heads filled with nothing but me. I don’t think it’s bad to wanna stay that way,” He hums, almost conversational as he presses a kiss to your skin. “Go on. Let go,”  

Something hot sprays between your legs as Umemiya fucks you open on all three of his fingers.  

A rush of warm liquid squirts onto your sheets as your legs shake wearily. Umemiya marvels at the mess. Your hands curl into fists, nails digging in your palms as he finally pulls them out - leaving you stretched, almost gaping.  

You lay limp in soaked sheets as you pull away from Umemiya with a very weak glare.  

He’s smiling at you, dopey and lovesick.  

“Too much?”  

Angrily, you smack at his bare chest over and over, trying to recover your pride.  

“You’re insane. What’s,” You swallow thickly. “What’s with you.”  

He shrugs. Wordless, he flips you onto your back again before hovering over top of you. Pressing his forehead to yours, he brushes your noses together and plants a tentative peck on your lips as if trying to gauge whether or not you’re upset. He melts when you kiss him back, smiling happily.  

“Were you like this with your other girlfriends? No wonder they broke up with you,”  

He laughs. “Mm, no? I was more of a gentleman.”  

You break out into another exhausted fit of laughter.  

“Pfft, yeah? Guess I’m pretty special,” 

“Yeah. You are.” He kisses you again. “Wanna keep going or are you too tired? I don’t mind if we sleep.”  

“Stupid. I said it already didn’t I? Hurry up and fuck me.”  

“Okay, okay. Let me go get the condom from my wallet,”  

You wrap your legs around his waist and stare up at him plainly as he tries to move, keeping him pinned in place. You’re frowning, brows furrowed with a hard glare. He stares at you.  

“Did you want something else? Water?”  

“Want you to fuck me,” You restate, arms reaching up to circle around his neck. “Just do it already.” 

He pulls back to look at you seriously.  

“Do you know what you’re asking?”  

You flush. “Of course I do. Stupid. Are you trying to get me to say it out loud?”  

“I might think I’m deluding myself otherwise.”  

You sigh, looking at him flatly as you try to tamp down the part of you that’s screaming to be more tactful.  

“Don’t bother with the condom, a-alright? Or pulling out,”  

He looks like he’s experiencing the shock of his life. “But…” 

“Stop being dumb or I’m never gonna have sex with you again.”  

He nods suddenly solemn. “Fine. But,”  

You give him another look that silences him. He sighs again, getting the message before kissing your cheek and pull back to sit up on his knees between your legs. Pulling his briefs down, his cock springs free. It looks a lot bigger than you saw underneath the fabric, weighed down from it’s own weight even though it stands up stiff. He opened you up with three but you wonder if it’ll be enough not to stretch you open.  

You reach your hand out to touch it tentatively, feeling it’s weight and heft. He clears his throat but seems content to let you. The palms of your hands cup the shaft, feeling all the veins pulse. The tip is sticky with precum. You pull your hand away, another sudden wave of self consciousness overwhelming you.  

Umemiya hovers over you again, placing he length of his cock against your pussy. You shift a little feeling it slide against you, hard and hot.  

“Gonna put it in now, okay?”  

Nodding, you put your legs up. You take a deep breath when the head pushes in, letting out an involuntary noise. You feel well-stretched but the thickness of his cock is still enough to make you feel it in your legs. Umemiya is focused above you, barely sliding the tip through your folds as you open up around him. The air feels punched out of your lungs on just the first inch.  

His face is strained is he holds his hips steady, leaning down to tap your foreheads together. “Feeling okay?”  

“Mm,” You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Fine. Feels different.”  

“Different?”  

“Yours is bigger than all the stuff I own,” You explain. “Feels hotter. Harder, too.”  

You feel his cock twitch inside of you suddenly, shocking you. He smiles sheepishly.  

“Gonna push in a little more, okay?”  

You nod, watching as Umemiya so slowly presses his cock into you further. Enough that it doesn’t hurt when you take him, as much as it just feels like something is inside of you. You feel a warm sense of satisfaction at how full you feel. You feel like him like he’s in your stomach, taking up so much space. After a while of pushing, stopping, and going again  - he finally bottoms out.  

“You feel incredible,” He murmurs, half-smile on his face. Your stomach flutters. “It’s hard not to cum right away. Feels so good inside of you. I love you.”  

You feel yourself twitch, frowning at the expression of delight Umemiya has. You put your hand against his fact to keep him away but he kisses your palm and moves it. Bottomed out, he grasps both hands and holds them  - pinning them to the bed as you watch him wide-eyed.  

“Think you’re used to it?” He hums, clasping your fingers together. “Is it okay if I move?”  

You feel so damn bashful. “It’s okay.” 

He kisses your forehead. “I’ll go slow.” 

As promised, Umemiya pulls out carefully before pushing back into you. You’re so wet that it slides in without any real friction. It takes a few thrusts of him going slowly for your body to get adjusted to the sensation. After a few motions, though - it starts to feel different.  

Starts to feel good. Really, really good.  

“Oh,” Your eyes flutter open. “Shit. You c-can go faster.”   

“Yeah?”  

You nod, trying not to seem too eager. 

When Umemiya picks up pace, you feel your  the whole lower half of your body weaken all over again. Something in your legs, your spine go soft against the bed underneath, a sudden unusual arousal swelling. Somewhere in deeper as he cocks thrusts against your gspot, knocking against it with more force than before. The change in pace coupled with the visual of Umemiya over you, face drawn together in focus as he fucks you is too much. Split open on his cock, you can hear how wet you are each time he moves.  

“Feels…” Your words come up empty. “’s so much.” 

“Yeah? Is it too much for you, baby?”  

You shake your head as your thoughts get increasingly cloudy. It’s like there’s nothing else your body can focus on. The way his cock drags against your sensitive, silken walls. The feeling of being full to empty and then full all over again. The way your pussy gets so much wetter each time he moves, sloppy and sucking him in so tight. You can feel your body want for him.  

Umemiya lets go of your hands, sliding one between your bodies. Palm resting on your sex, he lets his brush against your clit. The difference it makes is significant, makes your eyes go wide. He smiles a little, hair falling in his face as he pushes it up with his free hand.  

“That’s it,” He hums, contented to keep at it like this. “Feels good, right? Your holding onto me so tightly it’s hard for me to pull out even though you’re so wet.”  

You make a whiny noise and wonder if other peoples first times feel this good or if you’re just outrageously lucky. You decide on the latter he fucks you faster and matches his thrusts with the movement of his fingers. You’re warm all over - skin scorching as your hands find his biceps and shoulders to cling onto.  

Your voice is so whiny when you call out for him “You’re so deep, ngh.”  

He laughs, deep and raspy. “Yeah? Tell me what you’re feeling,”  

“It feels good when you’re in me.” You reply drunkenly. “Want it faster. Please,”  

He complies with your request almost immediately. You cry out loud, physically incapable of holding the sound in as he gets to fucking you faster and harder. Your pussy is throbbing. Senselessly horny, you pull Umemiya closer to you as he fucks you and smash your lips together. You feel so good, so thoroughly fucked and completely out of it. He’s in you but you want him even closer, want the scent of his skin to mark you.  

A second time your body builds up to that familiar feeling but it’s so much farther inside. An orgasm pulled right from your core. Stomach tied in knots as Umemiya fucks you hard, you wrap your legs around his waist and take him. 

“That’s it. You’re so good. Cum on my cock, sweet girl. Let me feel it” He murmurs against your skin, holding you close. “You’re making me feel so good. So cute. Go ahead, it’s okay. Let me see how good I’m making you feel.”  

Pliant to his request, you hold onto Umemiya for dear life as your body gives into second orgasm. Your nails dig into his biceps as the built up arousal gives way pleasure - and you cum hard with his cock sheathed all the way inside of you. All the wind gets stolen from your lungs as you press forward with another kiss, your whole body trembling violently as you let go.  

Umemiya sweet talks you through without letting go once, only stopping to take a pause when you’ve fully ridden out your high.  

You stare up at him in a daze as he takes a breather to kiss you, still hard as he’s bottomed out inside of you.  

“You gonna cum soon?”  

“Mm,” He nods. “Yeah I’m close. If I move, I will.”  

“’s okay to cum in me,”  

Umemiya laughs warmly. “I’m already about too. You’re not helping,”  

You smile a bit as you hug him close to you and tell him again that it’s fine. Before long, he holds you too, whispering the same three words into your neck as he finally lets it out. It’s a weird feeling, thick white ropes of seed spilling into the deepest parts of you.  

You don’t really hate it, though.  

“I love you,” Umemiya repeats. Tired you don’t try to fight yourself.  

“Love you too,”  

__ 

The next morning, you’re stirred away by the sound of your front door unlocking and the sound of Kotoha’s voice echoing through your apartment.  

You’re still half-way asleep, so it barely dawns on you that anything is off. Not cognizant enough to think twice, your body tries to go back to sleep.  

Or it does until you hear a very loud shout coming from your kitchen that wakes you up with a start.  

“No fucking way,”  

You sit up suddenly, hearing faint conversation before the sound of steps barreling towards your door. You just barely manage to pull the sheets up over your chest before she comes storming through the door of your bedroom.  

You watch her eyes scan your entire room, mentally collecting data before she finally lands on you. As your brain starts to load back in, your eyes go wide with horror at the look of pure scandal on her face.  

Fuck. You were supposed to be having dinner with her and Tsubaki tonight. Usually you confirm with them in the mornings since your up. It’s not uncommon for her to drop in when you don’t reply to check in since you live close by. 

Fuck.  

“You—Oh, I have to text Tsubaki-chan, I can’t believe—“  

Before she gets to finish her sentence, Umemiya appears behind her in your door way. The sight of him only adds fuel to the flame of your embarrassment. You went another round or two before bed last night and it looks like it too. Shirtless in sweats he left over a while ago, his biceps are covered in scratch and with a few hickies, he’s wearing his hair down with a cup of tea and a very apologetic smile.  

You cover your face with your hands unsure of how to deal with the feeling of pure mortification.  

Kotoha snaps a picture of your room that causes even more distress.  

“If you don’t delete that right now, I’m gonna kill us both.”  

“In your dreams.”  

Umemiya laughs warmly. “Please don’t kill each other.”  

He slides past Kotoha coming over to you. Bending down to kiss your forehead, he pulls the blanket up over you so you’re more well-covered. You give him an incredulous but Umemiya is unfazed - smiling as bright as ever. 

“Good morning,”  

“I can’t believe my eyes,” Kotoha says. She points at Umemiya. “You, go put on a shirt.”  

“Fine, fine. Stay for breakfast,” Umemiya says with a smile. “It’ll be nice having it with my two favorite people.”  

You make another face as Umemiya gives you a long, affectionate look before disappearing. She sighs as she looks at you, pinching the bridge of her nose.  

“I would ask if you’re gonna meet us for dinner but you don’t have a choice anymore so show up at seven. I’m gonna leave before that tactless idiot comes back. We’ll talk later.”  

You nod in understanding. She turns to leave but then turns back with a genuine smile.  

“And, well - congrats. He’s a tactless idiot but he does love you or whatever. Cherish each other,”  

You flush, nodding your head. “Yeah…thanks.”  

With that Kotoha leaves quickly. Umemiya returns still shirtless, pouting a little when he notices she’s gone.  

“She left already?”  

“Of course she did. I can’t believe you would invite her for breakfast.”   

Umemiya shrugs. “No point being coy about it. I thought it’d be nice. I was looking for a shirt but I guess I don’t need one now,” He sits besides you on the bed, turning to face with a goofy smile. “Anyways, good morning.”  

“You already said that.”  

“You didn’t say it back,”  

You frown. “G’morning,”  

He smiles suddenly  before grabbing you from underneath the blankets and sheets - pulling your naked body ontop of him as he grins. Sunlight pours through the window as he holds you to his chest, kissing the crown of your head before pressing his cheek into your hair.  

“Mm, yeah. It’s a really good morning after all.”  

“You’re stupid.”  

“And you love me,”  

You fail trying not to smile.  Damn him. You're so happy it hurts. You roll your eyes.

“I guess so.”  

[chiaraanatra]

Break Up in a Small Town

Request: What about break up in a small town by Sam Hunt? Pilot!Reader and Jake?! Love your work!! - @callsign-viper

Summary: You and Jake had known each other since high school and the two of you dated back at the Academy. After being stationed on separate sides of the US the two of you separated. Little did you know both of you would be called back to Top Gun. Little did he know you would be followed by a civilian boyfriend.

Warnings: Swearing, name-calling (slut), shitty boyfriend, Hangman to the rescue!

No Y/N; callsign Stinger; called Honeybee by Jake as term of endearment.

Word Count: 3k

AN: This took way too long and I’m sorry. It also ran away from me and I’m not sorry.

When I first started writing this, I was watching too much VPR and Tom is definitely based on Tom Sandoval.

For the parts 1 & 3 of this accidental series: pt 1: Cop Car || pt 3: Falling Like This

《 m.list || ao3 》

“Stinger!” You looked up from your spot in the common room, greeted by the commander looking about as pissed-off as usual, “My office now!”

Shit! What did I do…? Your thoughts ran rampant. You weren't a bad egg by any means but depending on the day the commander could go on a tirade over just about anything.

You stood in front of his desk, eyes trained straight forward. He was looking through a large manila folder. “Do you know why I called you in here?”

“No, Sir.”

“I have to send somebody from this squadron to Miramar…” Your brain was barely able to register the Commander’s words. “This might be against my better judgment, but I’m giving you your dream shot. I'm gonna send you up against the best. You’re going to Top Gun.”

Holy Shit…!

“Thank you, Sir.” You tried to keep a stoic look on your face but inside you were screaming. Top Gun was a big deal and you would be one of the few pilots included in the upcoming class!

“You ship out tomorrow. You're expected to be there Monday at 0500. Don’t make me regret this decision, Lieutenant. You’re dismissed. Go home and pack up.”

“I won’t let you down, Commander.”

You walked out and closed the office door behind you. You tried your best to contain your giddy smile. You bolted down the hall, running into the parking lot and towards your car. The first thing you did was pull out your phone and call your best friend.

Viper was stationed in Florida. The two of you were inseparable at the Academy, attached at the hip, and you didn’t let being stationed in different places stop this. Regardless of the distance, the two of you always stayed in touch, sharing whatever news and gossip came up wherever you were stationed.

“Hello?”

You couldn’t contain yourself and just screamed into the phone, “Guess what!!”

“Okay tone it down there, Sting. I don’t need you blowing out my eardrums.” She laughed.

“I’m going to Top Gun!”

“Oh?” There was a small pause, and you could hear her giggle softly. “That’s amazing, babe! I think there will be a lot in store for you there!" she paused for a moment. "You know, Top Gun, full of surprises!” You knew Viper was acting weird, but your excitement was taking over, and you couldn’t be bothered to ask what she knew. “I umm have to go but call me when you get to Miramar safe! Love you!” She hung up just as quickly as you called her.

Weird as that was you knew better than to question Viper. But the last thing on your mind was the fact that in the Navy, news travels fast and Viper knew much more than she was letting on. All you could think about was goodbye China Lake and hello Miramar!

“You accepted it? Don’t you think we should have talked about this first?” This was not exactly the reaction you were expecting from your boyfriend.

You met Tom about a year ago at a bar just off the China Lake base. You had been stationed at the Naval Air Weapons Station at China Lake since you graduated from the Academy. Being a skilled pilot with a talent for air-to-air combat, it was the perfect placement for you. Last fall, Tom moved to sunny California after being employed as a civilian contractor, hired to work on weapons navigation. The two of you seemed to click well and after a month of being friends, you decided to go out with one another. You hadn’t really dated anyone since the Academy, and it was a nice change of pace, for a while at least. As months went on Tom tended to, not so subtly, question your career as a naval pilot.

“I know, but this is Top Gun. This is a huge deal!” You said adrenalin running through, a giddy smile was plastered on your face. “This is the big leagues! And it’s still in California, only like a 4-hour drive.”

“I get that babe, but you really should have consulted me on such a big decision.”

Your smile began to fade, “You’re right I should have talked to you…” Tom always had a knack for bringing you down a couple of pegs.

“It’s cool and all but you have to consider how it could affect me, us. You know?"

“Yeah… I’m sorry.” You looked down at your feet.

“Hey, don’t give me that face.” He placed his finger under your chin lifting it so you would look at him. “You just have to think before you act.” He pulled you into a hug, “We’ll make it work.”

The drive to Miramar was surprisingly easy despite the traffic. You made it there in record time, partly due to your tendency to drive just a bit over the speed limit.

*Ping*

You looked at your phone expecting it to be Tom but the name on the notification read Phoenix. The two of you had gotten pretty close after her short stint at China Lake a couple of years ago. You were relieved when you found out that she was also accepted into Top Gun, the perspective of a familiar face made your nervousness subside.

You, me, Hard Deck 7 pm! The whole class is meeting up!

You smiled at the screen and all thoughts of Tom and the hope that he would text that he was glad you made it to Miramar safely quickly left your head.

You made it to the Hard Deck a few minutes after 7. As you walked in you saw a collection of khaki surrounding the pool table. You made eye contact with Phoenix, who lifted her empty glass with pleading eyes. You smiled, giving her a nod that indicated her next round was on you before you headed to the bar. You didn’t notice when more khaki uniforms shuffled into the already-packed bar.

“What do we have here? If it ain’t Phoenix!” A tall blonde made his way over to Phoenix and the others. “And here I thought we were special, Coyote. Turns out the invite went to anyone.”

She rolled her eyes, “Fellas, this here’s Bagman.”

“Hangman,” he smiled as if the snide comment didn’t bother him.

“Whatever.” She turned to Fanboy and Payback, “You’re looking at the only naval aviator on active duty with a confirmed air-to-air kill.”

“Stop.” He tried his best to fain embarrassment.

“Mind you, the other guy was in a museum piece from the Korean War.”

“Cold war,” he corrected. “Different wars, same century.”

She smiled back at him, “Not this one.”

“Who are your friends?” He nodded toward the two men on either side of her.

“Payback. Fanboy. And Stinger’s at the bar grabbing drinks.”

“Stinger...?” he spoke in barely a whisper. Hangman could feel his heart skip a beat at a name he hadn’t heard in years but never forgot. There’s no way…

After a few moments you made your way over to the pool table, Nat’s tequila and soda in one hand and your drink of choice in the other.

“What did I miss?” You said squeezing in next to Nat and handing her a drink.

I knew I'd see her around.

I'd be at some party, she'd show up and I'd be walking out.

“Stinger! This is-“

You interrupted before she could finish, “Hangman. It’s been a while, Seresin.” The corner of your lip turns up slightly as you maintain eye contact.

“That it has…” Jake’s eyes wandered through the room, itching for an escape. He figured it was inevitable that he would run into you again, but he wasn’t prepared for it to be now. He saw Rooster out of the corner of his eye, “Bradshaw! Is that you?” Bradley made his way over to the group and you watched as the two men had a dick-measuring contest.

You moved closer to Nat. “Well, he hasn’t changed,” she sighed as she turned back to you.

“Nope. Sure hasn’t…” a small smile making its way across your lips. You downed the rest of your drink, “I think I’m gonna head out. I have a lot of shit to do before Monday.” The reaction between you and Hangman had Nat curious but she knew better than to bombard you with questions.

You were barely at the parking lot before you had your phone in hand dialing Viper’s number. Time differences be damned!

“You knew, didn’t you?!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You could hear Viper’s smile through the phone.

“You knew he was here!”

“Okay maybe… Yeah, I knew. But come on Sting… I know you still have feelings for him.”

“That doesn’t matter I have Tom...” You didn’t even sound convincing to yourself.

Viper held herself back from sharing her thoughts about Tom. “Well, a lot can happen in a few weeks. Maybe keep your options open.”

You rolled your eyes and let out a soft sigh. “I’ll talk to you later V. Love you.”

“Love you too, S. Be safe up there.”

The first two weeks had been maddening. Top Gun training was a lot, to put it mildly. Being so close to Jake Seresin brought up feelings you thought you had long since buried and it didn’t help that Tom was MIA due to work.

You were wrapping up your post-flight checks, humming along to the music softly playing from the speaker on your workbench.

We just needed some time.

Your mood dampened slightly at the choice of song. You didn’t listen to much country before you met Jake. Coming from the Lone Star State, it’s all he would listen to. It didn't take long for the genre to grow on you. But even after all those years, there was a pull somewhere in your heart whenever a song like that would come on.

Thought I would be fine, but maybe not.

“Hey, Honeybee.” Jake mentally hit himself for the nickname.

Speak of the devil.

You couldn’t help the shiver that made its way down your spine. You wouldn’t say it out loud but you missed the nickname. One only he ever got to call you.

You turned around to see Jake walking towards you. You stood, adjusting your flight suit.

“Good job out there today.” Jake was looking down at the ground.

“Thanks. Same to you.” You gave him a small smile just as his gaze made its way to your face. “Mav’s a hard ass, but this is a good team and I think we have what it takes.”

He couldn’t help but smile, “Hard ass might be underselling it, but I have to agree.” He looks back at the ground once more. “Hey, I’m happy you’re here. While I had some doubts about some of the pilot selections, I never had a second thought about you being here.”

“Thank you, Jake. I-“ Before you can finish your thought you hear a door open next to you. When you look over the sight of Tom is a surprising one. He had barely spoken to you since your arrival, let alone mention coming down to see you.

“Sorry, am I interrupting?” Tom’s arm was slung heavy and uncomfortable on your shoulders.

“Tom, this is Lt. Jake Seresin. He’s also attending Top Gun.”

Hangman extended a handout to Tom, “Nice to meet you, Tom.”

“Back at you, buddy.” Tom leaves Jake’s hand empty, pulling out his phone from his pocket. “Hey babe how about you clean up your grimy self and we meet somewhere for a drink.”

You try your best to brush off Tom’s brazen attitude, “Umm yeah we can meet at the Hard D-“

Tom cuts you off, moving his arm from your shoulder and turning all his focus to his phone, “Yeah. Cool. Let’s meet there in a few hours?” Without waiting for your reply, he starts making his way towards the exit. “Just send me the address.”

You let go of a sigh that caught you somewhat by surprise. “Well, I guess I should wrap up my checks and get out of here.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Jake.

Jake was taken aback by the little interaction but bit his tongue. He had no right to comment on your current relationship, even if he hated how the guy talked to you. “Yeah,” he paused for a brief moment, “I’ll see you at the Hard Deck.”

You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face, “yeah, see you there.”

Jake sat at the bar of the Hard Deck watching Penny and the new bartender pour drinks while he debated his decision to come tonight. The second he saw you for the first time since the Academy, everything that happened between you and him came flooding back. Meeting you in Corpus Christi after your dad got promoted and stationed at their Naval Air Station, going to the Academy together, long nights spent studying, and even longer nights spent intertwined with one another. He missed you. He wanted to convince himself that he didn’t, but he did. He always wondered where you two would have been had you been stationed together after graduation or had you tried to make things work despite the distance. Maybe you wouldn’t have been with that jackass now…

Jake looked up from his drink to be met with a view of the said jackass. However, the hands that were hanging all over Tom, didn’t belong to you. Jake watched for a few more moments as Tom’s hands grabbed at the girl’s ass. Before he knew what he was doing, Jake was making his way towards Tom, taping the shorter, dark-haired man on the shoulder.

“What the-Ho, hey Jacky boy!” Tom’s demeanor quickly changed when faced with the taller blonde.

“It’s Jake.” Jake was straight-faced and unamused.

“Yeah, that’s what I said. Any way you mind?” Tom’s eyes moved from Jake to the girl and back to Jake, hoping that Jake would catch the hit and keep quiet.

I wanna jump out, I wanna fight, I wanna say, "F- that guy!" but I can’t.

Jake knew exactly what that look meant. While he wasn’t proud of it, he had a past. When you first met in high school, Jake had a reputation for having a high “catch and release” rate. It was because of that it took him a while to convince you that he wanted something different with you. After you things reverted, never wanting something serious if it wasn't with you.

The doors to the Hard Deck opened and your gaze was drawn to Jake. Thoughts of Tom were nonexistent, to the point where you couldn’t be bothered to notice the shorter, dark-haired man or the shorter woman hanging all over him.

You waved to try and get Hangman’s attention. On further inspection, you could tell that the man was seething. Jake wasn’t one to share his emotions much and he wasn’t the most readable, but after spending years with him you could read him like a book. When you finally reached the man, you were met with the source of his anger.

“Tom?”

The girl turned to you with a look of disgust, as if you were beneath her. “And who are you?”

“Well, girlfriend doesn’t seem like an appropriate title anymore,” your attention shifted from her back to your ex-boyfriend, “does it, Tom?”

Tom let out a laugh that made you want to shrink into yourself. “Sure, sure. You know what? Fuck you! I could have any girl I want! I don’t have to put up with this bullshit!”

“What bullshit? You’re the one with another woman hanging all over you.”

“Oh, seriously?” Tom looked to Jake and back at you, “Like you haven’t been slutting yourself out to guys like him?”

“Hey hey hey!” Penny moved toward the two of you, “I will not have this shit in my bar.”

Tom scoffed, “And what are you going to do about it?”

Penny smirked and ranked the bell. The whole crowd cheered as Tom looked around in confusion.

“Overboard! Overboard! Overboard!”

Before he had time to think, much less react, Tom was hoisted into the air and carried toward the exit. Before he knew it his ass hit the sand and the doors to the bar were slammed shit.

Jake looked over to you, you had shrunk into yourself at Tom’s words but tried your best to hide it. He gently placed his hand on your shoulder. “You wanna get outta here?” He gave you his iconic smile and you couldn't help but give him a small smile in return.

“Yeah, I would rather be anywhere but here right now.”

“I think I know just the place.” He cashed you both out with Penny and led you to his truck.

“I hope this isn’t your masterful plan to get me back in your bed.” Half joking you look over to him.

He let out a breathy laugh, while he liked the thought of you back in his arms, tangled in the sheets of his bed, he knew that’s not what you needed. At least not right now. “Unlike some, I am capable of think without using my dick.”

The two of you drove in comfortable silence. You noticed that he had driven you back to Miramar. He parked and you looked at him with some confusion. “Come on,” he hopped out, grabbing two blankets out of his back seat before making his way towards the back of the truck and you followed. “You remember back in Corpus Christi when we would sneak onto the base and watch the planes take off.” He laid out the blankets and lifted you to sit on the truck bed.

“I remember us almost getting arrested senior.” I couldn’t help but laugh as you remember that night. You also remember that being the night you two first kissed.

He jumped up to sit next to you, “Thankfully, we don’t have to worry about that.”

Your eyes drifted in his direction, taking in his form. His strong arms, his hands that were much larger than your own. His strong jaw and beautiful eyes. You knew your timing could have been better, but you couldn’t stop yourself, “I’ve missed you, Jake…” Your head came to rest on his shoulder.

His head came to rest slightly on your own, “I missed you too, Honeybee.”

Tags: @callsign-viper @luckyladycreator2 @saturnsbabe69 @desert-fern @pono-pura-vida

As always, feedback, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑? 𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 💜

[vamp4kaulitz]

Bill k. X Reader w/ Thunder thighs? HC pls,or imagine whatever you want really (DO NOT FEEL PRESSURED,YOU NEED SLEEP,YOU NEED TO EAT,AND MAKE SURE YOU READ ENOUGH FANFIC)

BILL KAULITZ X GN! READER W THUNDER THIGHS HCS

pairing: bill kaulitz x gn! reader

hika🕷️:: TYSMM FOR THE REQUEST MLLL!! I will make sure I’m taking care of myself, I love you smm💞!! sorry i haven’t been posting- i lowk dont know what to write😢. lol it’s 2am rn. psa 6/21; yes i am black and im aware i wrote this on Juneteenth.

SFW

i feel like bill is a thigh guy and he would LOVE your thighs sm. i mean he would always have this hands on your thighs, he would just be the touchy lil guy he is.

he’d definitely help rub coconut oil on them<3 this man loves helping you out, especially because he loves feeling your soft skin.

if you feel insecure about them, he would reassure you and kiss all over them. bill would kiss and nip at your thighs, whispering praises.

if you ever decided to get rid of them by working out, he’d be a bit but he would always be there to support you(such a good boyfriend)

would DEFINITELY use your legs as pillows. bill would stuff his face between your things 24/7. if not, he would rub and kiss them without a care in the world.

if someone points out your thighs in a negative way, best believe this man is THROWING HANDS!! how could someone talk about his precious baby like that? especially in front of him? hes not letting any insult go unheard.

“the fuck did you just say? why don’t you mind your own fucking business and leave them alone!” he shouted at them loudly, not caring who looks.

“say one more fucking thing and i will knock your teeth out.” he spat and grabbed your hand and walked away<33

if you ever ranted on how you hate your thighs, he’d be right by your side, listening to you. he would comfort you no matter what.

“i just hate my things, they are so annoying..!” you sobbed out and bill hugged you tightly.

“im sorry you feel that way baby. your unique, always remember that okay?”

NSFW (skip if uncomfortable)

oh gosh where can I even start? he would leave all types of hickeys all over them.

while eating you out, he would push them apart and squeeze them while he worked his way with you, demanding you to not close your legs.

“keep these beautiful legs spread for me, liebe.”

oh my gosh SIT ON HIS FACE PLSS. he downright begs for it, not caring if he seems desperate, that’s because he is.

“please please please schatz i want you to sit on my face!!” he whined as he begged and begged.

“but my thighs bill- what if they squish you or run out of breath?” you pouted. he didn’t care if he couldn’t breath after.

after some convincing you’d give in. he was like a happy kid who’s parent got them what they wanted from the store.

“fine fine fine! ill sit on your face, you happy?” you groaned and he smiled so widely. “i promsieee it’ll feel so good!” he said excitedly.

you didn’t put your full weight on him because you were scared of squishing him with your thighs. you lowered yourself on him, but not fully.

“i said, put your full weight on me.” he said and gripped your thighs and pushed you down on his face. you moaned loudly as his tongue skillfully moved against you, his tongue piercing feeling so so good.

You came so hard that you could’ve sworn you saw stars. You pulled off his face and he wiped his mouth and smirked.

“told ya you’d like it.” he teased and you rolled your eyes playfully.

hika🕷️:: i wrote this in one sitting goodbye..also requests are finally open sooo send me your horny stuff you lil goobers!! remember NOT to cross my rules!!

[thegreatirene]

Traveling Witch (Adrian Tempes x witch!reader) Part 3

Rated: Mature

Warnings: language

Sorry for taking long on this chapter😅 having writers block is the worst but this one I was able to finish it in like two days. I’m not sure if this is considered fluff? But if it is then let the fluff commence. Hope you guys like it!

Part 1

“I really think you’d like my time period. You seem like you’d be a big foodie. Ooo no I can see you making YouTube videos of like the different art stuff and what you got from so high end clothing stores.” Adrian rolled his eyes at what he thinks might be the 20th time that day. He didn’t think you’d be this talkative if went on your little adventure.

*thud*

He turned back to see that you fell on the ground and got back up.

“I’m fine, so like I was saying” you continue to walk and talk as you told him about the things you had back in your timeline. He doesn’t think he’s ever met someone quite like you…well Belmont sorta comes to mind but still. He ponders for a moment and then stops in his tracks.

“Y/n what was your family name again?” He aske. You couldn’t be, right?

“I don’t think I told you,” you turned to look at him and found him a little closer than you thought. You could really see the glow of his beautiful golden eyes and the sharpness of his nose. The way his hair glittered in the sun as a soft breeze dance through each strand of hair. He really pisses you off with how beautiful he is.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He questioned.

“I hate how beautiful you look” you hissed as you stepped back. Your eyebrows frowned as you cursed at him under your breath.

“You don’t happen to have any blood ties to Belmont do you?”

“Who?” This time you looked at him with confusion.

“Belmont is one of my friends that traveled with me a while ago. You remind me of him”

“I don’t know if I should be offended that you said I remind you of a man or be touched cause it’s one of your friends”

“I think it would be the former if you knew who he is” Adrian said as he walked past you.

“What was that?”

“I said I think I’ve seen one of those rocks you were talking about running that way”

“No you didn’t!” You jogged after him as he continued walking.

—

You made it to a clearing of the forest and looked around at the ground. Just grass and pretty looking flowers everywhere you looked. No trovants but the flowers make up for the lack of stones. You made your way to the middle of the field and sat down.

“This is nice” you sighed as you laid back in the tall grass and watched the clouds pass by. You would think you were in heaven if you didn’t remember the monsters that lurk around.

“You don’t want to continue to look around?”

You looked to Adrian as he stood to the side of you and then back to the sky. You shrugged your shoulders as you laid your hands over your stomach.

“I’ll happen upon them sooner than later. I got time so I’m not much in a hurry”

Adrian looked at you for a moment and looked around the field. Nothing was around besides the deers that came and ate. He couldn’t hear or smell anything dangerous close by. So he sat down next to you.

“You would have to go into the country side to get this kind of quiet where I’m from” Adrian looked towards you.

“I live in the city for work. I guess for you is like a village but with like a lot of people. There’s like loud noises everywhere not just from the people. So it’s countless of noises. You get used to it but come out to a place like this is a luxury” you looked at him with a small smile and then back at the sky.

“Do you travel a lot?” Adrian asked.

“Mm every now and then. I mostly do it for my own benefits”

“What do you do for work?”

“I guess you could say I’m a witch. Well it runs in the family. We all practice it so we work with it to make money. Nothing bad mostly selling crystals and potions for people to use.” You looked over at him and could see how shocked he was.

“I know about your mom…she would be loved in my time. Shit a lot of people like to pretend they come from a line of witches but it’s so small” you sat up and turned to sit facing him.

“….”

“You ok?” You want to reach over and take his hand but the way he’s been you don’t know if you should. Instead you let him sit in the silence as you picked at some flowers and start to braid them together.

Adrian thinks about all things his mother has done for her people. The countless lives she’s helped to improve. Her life taken from her because they didn’t know better. Yet here sat someone who is like his mother. Helping others and educating them in the art that she does. He’s happy that at least in hundreds of years from now people are more welcoming. There’s hope.

You placed the braided flowers in Adrian hands once you were done. He looked at them and twirled them around. He wasn’t wrong about humans but he was wrong about this one. He smiled at you as he reached over and placed the flowers behind your ears.

—

The walk back to the castle wasn’t so bad. The air between the two of you was light and whatever resentment Adrian held was gone. He walked a little closer to you and even walked at the same pace as you. His energy was soft and more relaxed. You don’t think you said much back in the fields but maybe you did. Adrian once again cooked dinner for the both of you. But this time he started up the conversation. He mostly talked about where he got the ingredients for the foods and the village that is nearby. It was still nice that he was opening up to you. What really surprised you was when he showed you his parent’s laboratory.

“Holy shit” you marveled at the whole room. It shined so beautifully you could live here forever.

“Adrian this is so cool! Is that the solar system! Holy shit this place is so huge!!” You ran around the place looking at everything. You went over to the gigantic telescope that was pointed towards the night sky. The lights went out and you turned to look at Adrian but he was already at your side. He gestured towards the telescope as permission for you to use.

Excited you behind the telescope and looked through the lens. You could see the many stars and galaxies. You gushed about the many stars and colors.

“This is amazing Adrian,” you looked towards him, “thank you for showing me.”

“You can come here when you’re bored. You can probably find books on the rocks you’re looking for as well.” He melted into the darkness and the lights flickered back on.

“Thanks Adrian” you turned to see him sitting in one of the chairs with a book in hand. He smiled at you as he opened the book and started to read.

[tuliptired]

Hiii!!! I love your fics sm ahhdhsbsb 🤭🤭🤭

Can I request a Ray or Egon one-shot with a GN or male rockstar reader? It could be present time or college days, I think them having a bit of gay panic would be fun, have a good day!!

Warrior in Woolworths

Pairing: Ray Stantz/Rockstar!Male!Reader

Warnings: Minor violence/blood

Shoutout to the Ray fans out there I salute you all

Better formatting on Ao3!! (italics and such)

 Ray pulled his trusty leather jacket closer to himself, hands in his pockets when a chill ran through the dark street. If he was going to this thing, he was gonna look the part.

He was given two tickets to a concert held in a venue he just couldn’t find. They were a gift- given to him by the short redheaded girl in his advanced algebra class for bringing all her work when she was stuck with tonsillitis.

“Gee, thanks!” Ray took the two slips of paper from her in the empty hallway. He pursed his lips, willing to take a chance. “Would you like to come with me?”

Her smile weakened. “I’m sorry. My boyfriend wouldn’t want me to.”

That crossed one person off the list, at least. In the moment, he wasn’t really trying to insinuate any sort of date. Back in high school, most of his friends were girls, and they loved live music. Their moms would get tons of pictures before they left and thank him for being such a good friend. College was surely complicating things.

He would’ve asked his sister, or one of his cousins, but they had their own things going on. Besides, the name of this band seemed a bit too extreme for his Aerosmith family. Where was this place, anyway? He’d circled the block at least twice, and the little part of New York felt more like a place where good kids whose parents paid for tuition shouldn’t be strolling around.

He had his friends- they were guys. Apparently guys were the ones to invite to concerts. But Peter wanted to have an early night. Which corner store did he have to solicit to get directions around here? Egon was a laughable option. Ray finally stopped his aimless wandering when a few kids in denim ran down the street, skipping down some steps and into the basement of a dimly lit dive.

Ray followed, the excitement and body heat of the minuscule hall spilling out when he opened the door, squeezing through and trying to hand a ticket to someone he assumed was supposed to handle them, though he was slumped back on a stool, smoke surrounded him. Ray just slipped the paper into a cardboard box filled with others, suddenly anxious at how packed it was. Even more smoke hazed up the air, floating up to a skylight and dancing above the heads of those who chose to hang off a balcony that wrapped around the room. He found himself imagining what this place used to be, velvety red remnants of what was once a hidden and cozy Italian place or even a comedy club covered up by large stage lights, posters, and spray paint.

Your little group made it out amidst screaming. Lots of screaming, so loud that the uproar alone shook his shabby barstool from the ground up. It was dark, the only things visible above countless people were the silhouettes of instruments and their attached handlers.

No introduction, no opener, just pure noise. Even bigger than the screaming, bass and bass drum fighting for capital over the space. Guitars cut through everything like a laser, sharp and clear. Everyone was going absolutely insane, and Ray just needed a second- just a second to pick apart sound and voices and words. 

The first song was over as soon as it started, a commotion of applause around him. The lights finally came up, ever so slightly, and he was starting to understand the hype. 

There you were, guitar around your shoulders and gripping a microphone like your life depended on it. You looked like you’d gone mad, in chunky boots and reflective leather.

“I’m pissed,” your voice rang out into the mic, and you were greeted with cheers across the board. When those died down, you started again. “People are trying to change what we do. They’re trying to make it something it’s not.”

You really knew how to get a crowd going. And maybe the butterflies in his stomach coming out of their cocoons- you sounded nothing like he expected. “Rock isn’t digestible. It isn’t a commodity. It’s dirty, it’s improper, it’s starved.”

The next song started after that. Harder, more aggressive, but more vocals than anything. You sang even better than you sounded. Ray could feel his bones rattling, hair sticking up on every part of his body as your fingers glided across your guitar. You played even better than you sang.

He stopped keeping track, at some point just feeling like pure energy. He was in a vacuum while the drummer hit the snare, a raging and vibrating vacuum. But it was far from unpleasant. This was a room full of people who had been wronged, downtrodden, ignored, and this was their release, musical or otherwise. Someone brought out a saxophone, something he could appreciate as a fellow woodwind. It helped that the frontman- frontperson? Was pretty damn good at what they did.

There was a slower song, sardonic and dark, where you were practically having relations with the microphone stand. Everything about you was teeming with a gnarly power, and Ray couldn’t even make out your features. Only the shine of white light bouncing off your clothes and accessories. You kept playing guitar like it’d kill you otherwise, and it all made him incredibly flustered. He clutched his hand over his heart. He wanted you bad, and he couldn’t even tell if you were a girl or not.

Ray wished it would never end, feeling the adolescent indignance and passion flow through him like it was intravenous. But, all good things had an expiration, and your band was backstage not long after midnight. He felt he’d be imposing if he mingled among the revolutionaries, but he needed to walk a bit, before he got too excited and tried to hit something.

When Ray found his car the next street over, he could barely get off the sidewalk when a police officer blew into his whistle.

“How long have you been parked here?” The man had his hands on his hips.

Ray blinked. “About an hour or three. Is that a problem?” The officer pointed up to a sign, which read that parking had been restricted here for most of the night.

He pulled out a pad of paper, muttering about “college kids” and “no one listens”, when Ray’s pulse quickened, clammy hands rubbing the nape of his neck. He’s never gotten a ticket before- whether that was because he was a good driver or conveniently avoided the cops was beside it all. There’s no way he had the money to pay for it, and no way he’d wanna bother his parents for it. How much were tickets, anyway? 

“What’re you doing?” An unfamiliar voice sounded from down the sidewalk, somewhat hidden in darkness.

The officer squinted and went back to scribbling out the fine. “Mind your own business and go home,” he shouted back.

“You can’t give him a ticket, I know that guy!”

He looked between Ray and the stranger, pen in hand. “You know this guy?”

“Duh.” There was a second of silence. “That’s Steve.”

The policeman stared at Ray like he was a felon, and Ray stared back just as dumbly. He’d go along with anything, if it kept his record clean. He stuffed his things back in his blue shirt pocket, stalking off slowly and continuing to talk of “damned punks” and “too old for night patrol.”

Ray stood under the orange street lamps, dumbfounded with his back against the passenger door. His wallet’s savior emerged from the shadows, and his breath hitched when he got a better look. You were the one on stage! With the guitar and the voice and a lot of dark stuff under your eyes. Crazy hair, at least to his understanding. You don’t see more than 5-6 different styles at an Ivy. Chains and rips on taut black leather- you definitely don’t see that at an Ivy. You had your jacket tied around square hips, exposing arms and shoulders with discreet tattoos. Self-done, perhaps? Regardless, that was NYU behavior, not Columbia. And you weren’t a girl. Should he still want you?

“I don’t think your name is really Steve.” 

His mouth opened and closed while he tried to remember English. “No. No, it’s Raymond.” He cringed inside. Why use the objectively lamer version of his name? He’s embarrassing himself in front of the funky rockstar. “Ray,” he corrected.

And the funky rockstar smiled at him. “You gotta fight back, Ray. Don’t let them take your $2.”

“You lied to a policeman over $2?” Ray questioned some of the virtues he’d been raised on.

You shrugged. “Money is money. You shouldn’t get hassled for parking on the street.” Huh. He’d never thought of it that way. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Enjoy getting a ticket?”

“No, dude, the show.” 

Oh yeah- he was at a concert for a super awesome band and their frontman, as he just found out, just covered for him. “Yeah, it was great.” It was more than great, dummy. It was electric, exhilarating, galvanizing, bewildering. “It was really, really great.”

Ray felt a tinge self conscious as you watched him, unblinking, fearing he had offended you somehow. “You don’t go to these things often.”

He nodded, guard dropping a bit. “What gave it away?”

You pointed out the clunky glasses tucked into the pocket of his shirt. “My mom said I should bring them wherever I go,” Ray laughed bashfully, pulling them out and sliding them into his dark jeans. 

He felt proud at making you snicker. “It’s cool. Half my bandmates wear contacts.”

“Where are they, anyway?” Ray realized you were out and about without them. He was probably holding you up from something. 

“They’re around here, somewhere. We’ll run into each other eventually.” Your attention shifted to his Camaro, running a hand over the paintjob. “Your car’s awesome, man.”

He already knew that, but the confirmation was nice. “Really? It still needs work.”

“Can’t even tell,” you peered into the passenger side window, “I’ve only seen these when they’ve been stolen.”

Ray didn’t wanna just leave you here, if that was true- even though you seemed more than capable of fighting off a few muggers. Perhaps he just wanted more time with the cool musician. “Wanna take a drive?” he ran a thumb over the back of his own knuckles. “See if we can find your friends?”

Ray went to a concert, alone, got a parking violation, and there’s a really peculiar guitarist sitting in his passenger seat, Doc Martens on his dashboard. And he couldn’t even bring himself to care about your shoes scuffing the interior fabric. 

“Where’re you looking to go?” He took note of how empty the city street seemed, the only light coming from lamp posts and 24-hour shops and restaurants, occasionally poking out of home curtains.

“Wherever you’re willing to take me.” Ray swallowed, bringing the car to life as you sat back, hands behind your head. He hadn’t been with many girls romantically, but they’d never been so comfortable so soon- not even his other male friends, let alone a stranger. A very alluring stranger.

You turned your head to face him casually. “No one gave you shit, right?”

He drove slower than you should on a residential road. “I don’t think so. I was at the bar the whole night.”

“Good.” Your belts and chains made clinking sounds as you crossed one ankle over the other. “The bar’s no fun. Find the guy messing with the speakers and tell him you know the color of my underwear, that’ll get you up close.”

“I’m not sure my guess will be correct.”

“It’s always green on show nights, I can show you-” Ray struggled to keep his eyes on the turn he was making when you shimmied up, thumbs in the hem of your pants.

“I believe you,” he successfully got onto another street without veering onto the sidewalk. “When’s your next show?”

Ray had a small grin as you slumped back down. “Not for a crazy long time. Not here, at least.” That news sucked. He should hassle you for a phone number, if that wasn’t too bold. So you could be pen-pals, obviously. “We’re friends, right?”

He kept driving, not entirely sure of where he was going and scared he’d instinctively take the route back to his dorm, but at ease at the feeling of rolling rubber on asphalt. “In all of 10 minutes.”

Your laughter filled his car. “If- when we find them. We usually bounce around a few more shows, drink some, crash somewhere for the night. Wanna come with?”

Ray would’ve leapt at the opportunity to have the night with his new friend, but his old friend needed him. Peter went to bed early to be rested to see his dad the next afternoon. He wanted Ray there as a buffer, in case his day at home was as grating as he expected it to be. “I’m sorry, I promised my friend I’d go out with him in the morning.” he frowned, seeing that it was already past his bedtime.

He’d like to think you were a bit disappointed. “No problem,” you pulled out two little white things, “the least I could do is treat you to a smoke.”

The car slowed at a fairly useless stoplight in the desolate intersection. You lit his own before he lifted it to his lips, but the one in between your fingers refused to ignite next to the sparking lighter. “Outta fuel,” you uttered.

Before Ray could finish gazing down at the center console for his own, your calloused palms held onto either side of his jaw, pressing your unlit cigarette to his ablaze one. It was so close to a kiss that he found himself wondering where to put his hands, one gripping the steering wheel and the other the firm shoulder of the seat next to him. Which was stupid, because kisses were reserved for his mother’s cheek. And girlfriends who called him Raymond and kissed him at the door but never ended up calling again. And girl friends who called him Stantz and only kissed him at the door to get their moms off their backs.

You definitely weren’t his mom, or a girlfriend, or even a girl friend, and Ray felt himself wishing, deep down and with sweaty palms, that there weren’t two rolled partitions between you both. Something about your presence made him want to let go of the engineering department, cutting the lights during the day to save energy, always having his glasses in case of an emergency. The casualness in which your fingers framed his face while the embers burned from one end to the other made him wanna be something dirty, improper, and starved.

Someone appeared behind them, probably waiting a while, and mashed their horn impatiently. Ray remembered that he was behind the wheel, green light reflecting into the car when he hastily pulsed the gas. His father would be incredibly disappointed with his son- nearly sullying his record (for $2), letting a stranger dig their heels into his leatherwork, smoking. Pretty much half his extended family smoked, they just managed to hide it from each other. The shame was still there. Blowing nicotine inches away from the face of another man when you had a duty to everyone else on the road. Dirty, improper, starved.

The car rumbled along. Ray wouldn’t call himself innocent or inexperienced. 6-foot-something and pretty solid, he drank, cursed, had to shave every so often, got into plenty of trouble. It just didn’t seem like your kind of trouble. But was that always a bad thing? 

You had your nose pressed to the glass of the window, suddenly taken by something outside. “Pull over real quick! You’ve gotta try this one place.”

He did as you said, parking in the white glow of a Chinese spot, following you in after you took a final drag, crushing the tobacco under your heel. “I’m telling you- instant hangover cure.” you held the door open, jacket now back over your shoulders.

“You’re hungover?” Ray questioned, eyes adjusting to the bright ambiance. It was a smaller place, not unlike any other takeout spot in the city, void of customers at the late hour.

 “Not yet,” you smirked over your shoulder. Ray watched timidly as your hand slid a few wrapped, green candies to a girl sitting behind the counter. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

The girl, who probably should be in bed, fought you quietly in Cantonese, and you simply apologized. “Alright, I’m sorry. Two of the usual. Oh, and two beers. Please.”

Ray took the liberty of grabbing two frosty bottles from the freezer, not missing how the girl disappeared up the steps into her house, rather than the restaurant’s kitchen. “How much?” he asked over your shoulder.

You shook your head fervently. “Doesn’t cost anything.”

“You’re stealing?” he whispered harshly.

“No!” you whispered just as intensely. “They never make me pay.”

“Oh,” Ray dropped his defenses, following you to a round table in the middle of the square floor, “how come?”

You leaned back in your seat, wooden legs an inch or two off the ground. “Some guys tried to rob the owner. I stopped ‘em, watched the store a few nights, and now she lets me eat for free.” Ray’s eyes just short of popped out his head when you lifted the hem of your shirt over a bit of your abdomen. “It’s how I got this.”

There was a dark, running scar close to your ribs. “How- why- are you okay?” He fretted, astounded at your laissez faire attitude.

“It’s fine, it’s old. I knew he had a shiv.” you slung your arm over the back of the chair, having opened your beer.

“You knew, and you still spat with them?” He could imagine you in a narrow bathroom, attempting to stitch yourself up. “That’s…brave,” he couldn’t lie.

You leaned forward, opening his drink for him. “Just community. She made sure everyone was fed at night, anyway.” 

“That’s your movement,” Ray ran a finger up and down the damp glass, “isn’t it?” Getting shanked in the dark to keep a small business safe was definitely the unseen side of the subculture you subscribed to. 

He watched as your eyes lit up with the same passion you had on that stage. “Yeah! Community, safety, liberation- can’t survive if we’re all taking from each other. It’s why I make music.” Ray smiled at your selflessness. Handsome and heroic, in a roguish way. He was wrong. He still wanted you, bad. 

“You’d be a hot drummer.” That certainly caught him off guard, almost sending alcohol flying out his nose. 

Ray put a hand to a dry nostril, just in case. “What?”

“I mean it,” you bent at the waist over the table. “Little hairspray,” you mussed his growing hair, “little eye-gunk, tighten the shirt, shoulder tat- you’d be perfect.”

“You’re just saying that,” Ray sat obediently as you tried to dry-style him. He’d let you do that all night, if you felt like it.

An older woman, probably the owner, came down the steps, carrying two bowls in pink pajamas. You sat back, leaving his hair a mess when you rubbed your hands together in excitement. “Thank you, Mrs. Tsang.” you passed him a set of chopsticks. “You’re not ready for this.”

“Where to next?” You asked Ray, stepping out onto the sidewalk.

“Wherever you want,” he tried his best to etch your image into his long-term memory before you both ran into some guys.

Tall, big, guys, managing to tower over you both, each in more leather than you had in your closet. You didn’t look as scared as Ray felt, his knees threatening to buckle, as you just held onto a plastic bag holding the remains of your dinner. “Were we in your way?”

“The old lady around?” the biggest one grunted, getting awfully close.

You stood, unfazed. “Yeah, and I am too.”

He jabbed his finger into your chest, barely far from nose to nose. “You wanna get cut again?”

“Barely felt it last time.”

The drop of sweat on Ray’s forehead hardly had a moment to roll down before a fist flew to the middle of your face, a grotesque sound ricocheting off the walls of the empty street. The gang of strangers, once they saw you were sufficiently hurt, bolted into the night, Mrs. Tsang appearing in the window of her establishment.

“Are you okay?” Ray panicked, helping you steady yourself inside, collecting your gushing blood in your cupped hands, ignoring your complaints about how he made you drop your noodles. His heartbeat raced as a few drips got onto his shirt, feeling even more disoriented when the owner said a few things in another language.

“Bathroom,” you pointed a red finger down a hallway near the steps. Ray got the door open, and you woozily sat on the sink, body weight leaning away from the mirror at your back. “Aid kit in the cabinet.”

You were right, and it was sitting next to a half full bottle of liquor. He slowly pried your hands from your nose, bracing himself. “Let me see,” he coaxed you, cringing at the air you hissed out through your teeth.

It wasn’t all bad, Ray could tell that underneath all the blood was just a little discoloration and a deep gash. “At least it’s not broken,” he said shakily, ducking behind you to let some cold water run over a towel he found in the little white box.

“Another point for me,” you managed to get out through pained groans, blood trickling into your mouth. 

Ray tried to remember his boy scout training, bringing himself to wipe away some of the drying nastiness from your face. “This happens often?”

He scarcely touched you when you recoiled in pain. “Why d’you think they kept this stuff in here?” you attempted a weak smile.

This wasn’t gonna get done without some outside help. He grabbed the bottle by the neck, passing it to you, hands on his hips as you pretty much emptied the entire thing. Ray resumed, and the gentleness of the cool cloth, combined with the alcohol, seemed to relax you. “You’re pretty dauntless.” he stood in between your legs.

You hummed lazily- apparently a pretty crazy lightweight, at least when you were losing liters. “Someone has to be.”

When all the reddish brown was gone, Ray inspected that wound. It was fairly deep for a punch, still red and open to the air. Stitches, this needed stitches. “You’re gonna hate me for this,” he frowned, plucking a suture from the sterile container.

“I’d never,” you half-slurred, though you swallow at the sight of the barb.

Ray was halfway done, stuffing his fear and channeling a camp counselor as he brought the thread in and out the skin of your nasal dorsum. He didn’t know where he was expecting this impromptu outing to go, but definitely not here. But he didn’t really mind, either- he’d stitch you up a thousand times over if it meant he could hold your face. He couldn’t be bothered with what that said about him when he had your skin under his fingers.

“Taking care of me,” you muttered, not even flinching when the needle dove out to be tied in a knot.

“Someone has to,” Ray stepped back, pleased with his medical handiwork. His mother would be proud. “How’s that fee-”

“Be in my band.”

“What?”

You looked catatonic. “Go to Canada with me- California- wherever.”

Ray had a humorless chuckle, doing his best to wash his hands behind you. “You’re drunk,” he rationalized with himself, not looking into your eyes when he put a child’s bandage over the now closed wound.

You tried to turn to him completely with your butt perched on the edge of the sink, but you lost your balance and had to be held upright by him. “I’ll teach you the drums- something. I just don’t wanna lose you. Forget about that stuffy school.”

Hands on your ribs, he so desperately wanted to agree. To do what your spirit had been begging him to do and run away. Dirty, improper, starved. You changed his perspective in a matter of mere hours- shouldn’t he have to?

“I have to stay here,” he forced out, “I have things here.” 

Your eyes were partly pained, partly glazed with your intoxication. Your green Lamb Chop adhesive stuck out like a bullseye somewhere below knitted brows. “Can we compromise?”

“I don’t understand how this is a compromise,” Ray sat mortified in the 24-hour tattoo clinic.

You laid on your stomach, pants hiked down just under your tailbone, where a tattoo gun was currently inking you with “R.S.”. “You didn’t wanna run away with me,” you laughed drunkenly, the humorous part of being inebriated manifesting itself.

He shrunk, a pang in his chest somewhere. The tattoo artist eyed Ray for a moment. “I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be sorry,” you let your eyes close. “I don’t wanna remember you sorry.”

“Are you sure you don’t want one?” you nabbed a marker from the front desk as you both left. 

“I’m sure,” Ray nodded, trying to figure out where to go. He should find your friends- drive morning and night until he found them, before he dropped everything and drove out the state with you in the backseat.

A few accented voices interrupted him, and he abruptly realized that he was grasping your hand. Your bandmates, hobbling over after their own adventures.

“This is where you went?” the British bassist started. “We’ve been looking all over for you.”

Ray heard you groan, and you wordlessly started pulling down the collar of his jacket, exposing the tag. “Can I?” you clumsily held up the stolen marker.

He let you, and you meticulously scrawled your initials into the white slip of fabric. A reminder, for as long as he kept it- almost like a tattoo for those who weren’t ready to be dirty, improper, starved. And he was never getting rid of this thing.

You finished, adjusting it for him and just taking a moment to hook your fingers in his pockets. Ray was gonna miss you, so hard. He felt like a teenager again, except this time he didn’t feel like he wasted your time, in an uncomfortable suit, spending date money his parents trusted him with. Maybe he could learn to live like you did, if you’d wait long enough.

“Could you and your boyfriend hurry?” your friend complained. You sighed, booze still in your system.

“You won’t forget me?”

“Never.”

You reluctantly peeled away from him and down the street with your friends. Ray watched your retreating figure as you walked off into the darkness, until you turned fast on your heels, sprinting over and jumping into his arms. The kiss was messy, and rushed, probably splitting your stitches and aggravating your sinuses. Laced with the fact that you’d be scattered around the country for an unknown amount of time. But it was the realest one Ray’s ever had.

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Okay, I was thinking Robbie Reyes x Reader. Where Reader was coming home from work and she heard tiny meows along the way. She finds two kittens, one with orange eyes with black fur and brown eyes with tan fur. She brings them home because she doesn’t want to leave them. She walks into Robbie’s house quietly because Gabe and Robbie are sleeping. In the morning. Robbie and Gabe are in the kitchen for breakfast till they heard meows and they freak out till they saw the kittens. Robbie confronts them and she begged Robbie to keep them. Fluff :)

Thank you so much for this request!! I’m so sorry it took be a little while to get it done but I enjoyed doing it.

No warnings. This story and prompt are pure love and fluff

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Robbie hated when you worked closing shifts, because him and the rider knew all to well the evil that lurked around in the shadows. Which to be fair you didn’t see well driving at night so you hated working late just as much he hated you doing it.

The last couple weeks you were picking up a couple of overtime closing shifts. Gabe’s birthday was coming up and you wanted to surprise him with a trip down to San Diego to this sports center that opened up for wheelchair sports.

Your big heart is what made Robbie fall in love with you. You treated Gabe like your own since the moment you two started dating, so the fact that you were willing to work extra to be able to make Gabe’s dream to go there possible made his heart swell.

As you’re approaching your car in the dark dimly lit parking lot you hear what sounds like faint meows. You think nothing of it at first, figuring it was just the wind. But as you approach your drivers side door you notice a little shadow under your car followed by more meows.

I swear if I get kidnapped trying to look under my car for a cat I’m going to be so pissed.

As you get down on the ground to look under your car you notice not one but two tiny kittens, fishing them out from under your car you sit with them trying to figure out what to do.

I can’t just leave them here…

You loaded them into your car and drove to the bodega around the corner. The lights on the outside of the store finally giving you a good look at the kittens. One was all black with a little triangle of white fur on his chest with orangish colored eyes, and the other one tan with big brown eyes.

“Hey chicka, I never see you out here this late”

“Hey Javi, yea I picked up a couple of extra shifts”

“Random question, do you guys have like cat food and litter boxes and stuff?”

“Yea the pet stuff is back in the corner…wait you guys get a cat?” Javi asks as he points back to the stuff.

“Not exactly, I found two kittens on my way to my car tonight and I couldn’t just leave them.”

“Oooo chicka Robbie’s gonna kill you” he teases

“I know, but Gabe will love them. We’ll gang up on Robbie and he’ll let us keep them” you chuckle as you put the supplies up on the counter.

When you arrive home Robbie is still out working for the rider and Gabe is staying at a friends. So you bring the kittens inside and set up a little play pen in the middle of the living room with every extra pillow you can find. You set them in it while you get a little water dish and food bowl ready for them, who knows when their last meal was. Your eyes begin to grow heavy as you lowly drift off to sleep watching them settle in.

Robbie notices the soft light of the living room on when he walks in, it wasn’t unusual for you to try to wait up for him at night.

“Baby are you up?” Robbie calls out while he’s taking off his shoes and jacket.

He hears the faint meows in response. What the hell is that?

He peaks his head into the living room and melts when he see you passed out on the floor of the living room, your head resting on a fortress of pillows containing two tiny kittens.

Robbie kneels down on the floor next to you, gently rubbing you leg.

“Baby what do you have here” he softly chuckles.

“These two kittens were huddled underneath my car, I couldn’t leave them there. They were so hungry and cold.”

“Oh baby your big heart never ceases to amaze me”

Robbie lays behind you his chest flush again your back, nestling his face in your neck, watching them with you.

“We can keep them if you want, I know you and gabe would love them”

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Is it a crime?

Chapter 10

Pairing: mob boss!Bucky Barnes x Mob Boss!Reader

Word count: 2.6k

Warning: a bit dialogue heavy, Bucky being annoying trying to get Reader’s attention 🤭, talks of a fire, gunfire, the plot is plotting, Reader is pissed at the beginning.

A/N: it took me forever to get this chapter done. It was difficult but I’m very excited for the direction this series is headed. I promise I have more to come now that this chapter is over with. Next chapter will bring the good stuff.

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“I asked you to do your damn job Roque and look at what happened? Where the fuck were you?” You ask in a rage as you wave your hand toward the burnt down store that is under our protection. “What was so fucking important that you couldn’t do your job?” 

“I was at another one of our locations when this happened. I’m sorry.”

“Well fucking fix it.” You snap.

“Yes ma’am.” Was all Roque replied before you got back into the waiting SUV.

It had been 24 hours since Pierce had given you his warning and he was starting his attack. You knew you needed to hit back. So that hydra and anyone that thought they could come for you knew you weren’t here to play games.

“Everything ok?” Pooch asked from the driver’s seat. He looked at you through the rear view mirror. 

“Just peachy. Take me to the club.”  

****

Clay was waiting for you outside of the club, a folder in his hand. When the car pulled up he opened the door for you and silently held the documents out for you to take. Pooch drove away while you walked and looked over what you had in your hand. Neither of you said a word as you moved through the empty club. It was relatively quiet except for the few people cleaning and preparing for when the club opened later on. It was only when you were in your office with Jake having joined you that you finally spoke.

“You think we can take control of this place?” You asked as you looked up at Clay. He was the one to always come up with the plans and you trusted him. 

“I wouldn’t be bringing it up if we couldn’t.”

“So you already have a plan in place?” 

He nods and smirks. 

“You’ve seen this already?” You look at Jake.

“Yup. I’ve already been working on how to take over the security system so that we can get as much time in there as possible before hydra realizes what’s going on.” 

“We’ll need back up though. We aren’t enough.” 

“What are friends for?” Clay asks, referring to Steve and the others. 

“I’ll talk to them. Let me know when you’re done with your part and we’ll coordinate the attack. The sooner the better.” 

“You got it boss.” Jake says but doesn’t get up. He looks over to Clay before looking back at you.

“What is it JJ?”

“The fire from last night… I checked the footage. It was hydra.” 

“I know it was. Roque is working on it. This is his responsibility.” 

“If you say so.” Jake mutters.

“I do, why? He was working with you first. Are you doubting him?”

“Not at all.” Clay shakes his head. “But wouldn’t he be better as an enforcer?”

“I have him just where I need him. If he doesn’t live up to my expectations I’ll move him. Is that all?” 

“Yeah, we’ll leave you to it.” Jake says as both he and Clay get up.

“Oh, one more thing.” Clay lays another folder on your desk. “That hotel that skirts the hydra territory is up for grabs and so are 3 of the 4 restaurants. I already made an offer on all of them. All you have to do is look through the contract.” 

“Thanks. I’ll get this back to you as soon as I can.” 

Clay nods and exits the office. You grab your phone and call the one person you need to talk to.

“Hey otter. How have you been?”

“Hey Steve, I need to talk to you and Sam. I’m going to need back up.”

“Making your first move on Pierce?”

“Yeah.”

“Count us in.” He says, sounding very sure of himself.

“You don’t even know what I’m going to do.”

“I don’t need to know. We’ve got your back.”

“Meet me at the club anyway. I want to go over some things.”

“You got it, see you later.” 

“Thanks.” 

You were watching the dancefloor from the second floor. Bodies moving in sync with the music. People were drinking and some were buying the drugs your people were selling. There was a line out the door that almost wrapped around the block. Overall business was good but this wasn’t enough. You couldn’t waste anymore time on trivial things, this was the time to actually hit Pierce where it hurt. 

Through the crowd you saw Steve and Sam make their way toward one of the stairs. You wanted to punch Steve when you saw that right behind him was Bucky. There was no reason for him to be here. When the trio finally stops at your side you’re glowering at them. 

“Before you say anything, I told him not to come.” Sam lifts his hands in surrender as he clears his name. 

“I’m only here to take Pierce down. It’s been a long time coming.” 

You narrow your eyes in Bucky’s direction. It was obvious he hadn’t slept in days but that shouldn’t matter to you. He has a fiancee and a baby on the way. He wasn't your problem. Steve pulls you aside to have a more private conversation.

“Look I know you’re pissed at him and I get it. But right now your focus is Pierce and you’re going to need all the help you can get. We know Pierce and his moves better than your people. So put aside your issues with Buck and let him help. He has been working nonstop to be prepared for this moment.” 

“Fine, but he’s your responsibility.” You poke his chest and turn to walk to your office. 

****

“So what’s the plan?” Bucky asked before taking a sip of his whiskey. 

You ignored the way his eyes were raking over your figure and the way he bit his lip. Instead you sat at your desk and focused on Steve. 

“I’m breaking into Pierce’s office. We know he still does most of his work on paper which means most of his files are on paper. After having the building under surveillance we’ve found the time it’s the most empty, we hit then. I want you inside with me since we know more about how hydra operates and my guys will be on perimeter security.”

“We can have the howlies in the getaway vehicles. It would be a more efficient escape if something were to happen.”

“What do you think Steve, Sam?” You ignore Bucky’s statement. 

Sam and Steve give each other an amused look. 

“I think it’s a good idea. We can have the howlies in getaway cars just in case something happens.” Steve says.

“If you trust them then sure that works.” 

Bucky rolls his eyes.

“When do you want to do this?”

“Tomorrow night.” 

“Tomorrow night it is.” Sam nods in approval.

Steve and Sam get up to leave but Bucky stays in his seat. 

“You’re forgetting something.” You tell them and wave in Bucky’s general direction. 

“Ouch,” Bucky clutches his chest. “You wound me, Bug.” 

“I’m tolerating your presence for the sake of taking down Pierce. Don’t push it.” You stare daggers at him. 

“Let’s go Buck.” Steve moves to pull Bucky with him. 

“I have very important information that I have to discuss in private.” 

“Fine, tell Steve and Steve will tell me. You can go.” 

“I feel like I’m at the principal’s office.” 

“Steve, please.” You looked up at your friend and silently begged him to deal with Bucky. Which he did happily because he was getting on everyone’s nerves. 

You sagged back into your chair once they were gone. While it’s better to have people you trust help, you couldn’t help and worry that Bucky would be a distraction. With a sigh you got back to work going over some more contracts and your plan one last time.

It was the middle of the night. You stood in an alley, the shadows hiding you from streetlights as you stared at the office building ahead of you. A cloud of smoke invades the air starting from behind you and you can’t help but turn around and snatch the cigarette out from between Bucky’s lips. 

“Will you stop being an ass? This is serious.” You snap at him.

“I’m being serious.”

“James, you’re being annoying and I know you’re doing it to get a reaction out of me but this,” You point to the building behind you. “Is important to me and if you actually care about me you’ll stop trying to distract me. Can we put aside this bullshit between us? I don’t care about that right now, we need to focus.” 

Bucky takes a deep breath and nods. “You’re right.”  He steps into your personal space and he takes it as a good sign that you don’t immediately pull away from him. “I’ve got your back no matter what. We’ll finish this together. But when this is over I’ll make things right between us because I just got you  back. I’m never letting you go again, no matter what it takes.” 

There was a fire in his eyes that was fueled by determination that had a shiver running down your spine. You’d heard that tone before and once he’s used it there was no way to persuade him to do anything other than what he’d just say he’d do. 

You turn back around and wait for Jake’s signal. After a few more minutes you get the go ahead. Bucky goes before you. He was quick and silent on his feet. You follow close behind. The door was already unlocked for you by Jake. Inside you see Sam, and Steve at the other end of the hallway. 

“We have to be quick.” You whisper to Bucky. “Pierce’s office is upstairs. Sam and Steve are going to Rumlow’s office.”

Bucky gives a quick nod and heads to the stairwell. He opens the door and lets you walk through first. You both ascend quickly, keeping in mind that you could be caught at any minute. When you both finally get to the floor where Pierce’s office is you take a moment to catch your breath. With your hand on your gun you open the door and take a look down the hallway. You nod to Bucky and he moves in first, his gun in his hand ready to use if needed. 

“Come on, we’re running out of time here.” He mutters as his steps quicken. 

****

In Pierce’s office you and Bucky both search through his bookshelves, filing cabinets and desk. With expert precision you pick the lock of every drawer. Jake had give each of you a small handheld scanner so that you could make a digital copy of the documents you needed. 

“You got everything?” Bucky asks in a whisper. 

“Almost. I know he always keeps a fake bottom in his desks. Give me a second.” 

You search through his desk drawers, carefully putting everything back in its place. 

“C’mon, c’mon. I know there has to be one in here.” You mutter to yourself. 

“We have to move.” 

You ignore Bucky as you check the last drawer. The panel gave way easily. 

“Yes. I found it.” 

You pull up the slim piece of wood and look through the documents. Way down at the bottom a file catches your eye. You bypass everything else and pull it out. It’s pretty thick and when you give the first page a glance you find your parents' names on it. 

“Hey, hurry the fuck up.” Bucky snaps and you glare at him from behind the desk. 

As quickly and carefully as you can you place everything back in the drawer. You tuck the file into your jacket and head towards the door. From the slightly distant look in your eyes Bucky knows something’s wrong. 

“What did you find?” 

“I don’t know yet. But let’s get out of here.” You move to open the door but Bucky pulls you into his chest. 

“Guards.” He whispers in your ear. 

Bucky keeps a firm grip around your waist and you know he’s relishing having you so close. You can feel his chest pressed up against your back, his mouth on the shell of your ear. 

“You and I need to talk.” He whispers.

“I have nothing to talk about with you.” 

Bucky spins you around and pushes you against the wall, caging you in his arms. 

“You may have nothing to say to me but I do. So you can just sit there and listen. I’m not going to lose you again Y/N. I’m going to figure out what little game Dot is playing at and I’m going to fix it.” 

You don’t look at him and just give a little noncommittal hum. 

“Dammit, why do you have to be so stubborn.” Bucky whisper yells. “What do I have to do for you to believe me?” 

“Maybe give me some fucking time. You’ve been doing nothing but invading my space since your fiancé announced your little bundle of joy.”  

Bucky sighs and pulls back. You turn and check the hallway then slip out of the office and head toward the stairs. As quickly and quietly as you walked in, you leave. It wasn’t until you were at the door that you heard shuffling behind you. 

“Hey, don’t move.” You heard the guard’s rushed footsteps as he headed towards you. 

Bucky pushes you out the door and you hear a gunshot. Panic grips you but a second later he strolls out. A car pulls up and Bucky opens the door and rushes you into it before sliding in beside you. He tells whoever’s driving where to go and you just sit there. Your phone rings a few seconds into the drive.

“Everything ok? I heard a gunshot.” Jake asks.

“Yeah, we’re good. Did everyone else make it out?” 

“Yeah. I’m sending the team in to take care of the body, everything should be fine.” 

“Thanks JJ.” 

“You got it boss. I’ll send you all of the information once I’ve sorted through it.” 

“Good. I’ll see you later.” You say before hanging up.

“What did you find?” 

“I’m not sure yet.” You murmur as you pull out the file from where you had tucked it. “I feel like I’m not going to like it.” 

Bucky leans in to try and see what was written in the documents but you closed it before he could see anything.

“Really? Can’t trust me with whatever’s in there?” 

“It has nothing to do with you. When and if I feel like it I’ll share what I found.” You turn to look at him expecting him to object. “Space, remember.”

“Ok. Whatever you say.” 

You sat in your office alone after you had a meeting with Sam, Steve and your team. It was agreed upon that you would wait for Jake to finish sorting through everything before getting together and figuring out next steps. The file you had found on your parents sat on your desk. You toyed with the cover before finally opening it again. There was a pit forming in your stomach, you just knew you wouldn’t like what you’d find between those pages. The phone rings, starling you out of your del thoughts. 

“Hello.” 

“Boss.”

“Roque, I’m glad to be hearing from you.” You say as you lean back into your chair. 

****

“Yeah, about earlier. It’s done.” Roque informs you.

“Good. I knew I could count on you and I’m sorry for snapping at you the way I did.” 

“Don’t worry about it. Talk to you later princess.” Roque says and hangs up before walking back into the bar he had stumbled upon. 

“So do we have a deal?” 

“I want thirty percent of what we take if I’m going to do this.” 

“Thirty? Are you insane?” 

“I’m the one risking my life here. If she finds out I’m as good as dead.” Roque argues back. 

“Fine, you can get thirty. Welcome to Hydra.” Rumlow holds out his hand, smiling when Roque takes it. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

“No, the pleasure's all mine.” Roque smiles as he picks up his drink.

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I Left My Conscience On Your Front Door Step (18+)

Content: Brief smut, swearing, typical (and a-typical) Camille stuff

Word Count: 4098

Author's Note: I rushed the end, I'm sorry. I just didn't have the motivation :( I do have an idea for a series where Camille is a vampire if anyone is interested please send an anon!

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“Sorry it took so long, Camille. Two of the Starbucks didn’t have the shots you liked, so I had to drive to the other side of town,” you say even though the excuses meant nothing to Camille, but they calmed the anxiety that had been bubbling under the surface. That anxiety bubbled as you drove from store to store just to get her fucking coconut milk coffee with a double shot of the best espresso available from that corporation. You set the takeout cup down and only then do you realize you should have fixed something- the one mistake you’d made other than being late with her coffee.

Camille eyes the take-out cup, turning it around then looks at you, “They spelled my name wrong. It’s C-A-M-I-L-L-E, not fucking C-A-M-E-E. You’re still relatively new, I’ll let it slide this time but don’t make a habit of it.” She picks it up and starts to drink it, leaning back in her desk chair as she watches you, she enjoyed watching you stew over the little things.

“It’s not my fault they’re fucking stupid. They’re Starbucks baristas, not Harvard educated people,” you reply, checking your tablet for what Camille had going on that day and you too.

Camille snorts and shakes her head, “Don’t you get it, Yn? You work for me. Ergo, it means that you have to make sure things go well. Ergo, you have to ensure that the fucking Starbucks barista spells my fucking name correctly, got it?” She smiles at the end although it was one of her subdued anger smiles that lets you know if you piss her off again, you’ll be her glorified footstool for the rest of the day. You did make such a wonderful stool too, back straight and silent, just the way she likes you.

You swallow the lump in your throat and nod, your cheeks turning pink, “Yes, Camille. I’ll remember that for next time.” You would make sure that you did, whether it be making a note of it in your calendar or on the order itself- No, you couldn’t do that because then Camille would know that you were imperfect, and she always wanted perfection in every aspect of her life which now included you. You, her assistant, and according to the NDA you filled out with heated cheeks, her pretty little whore.

“Good,” she drinks another mouthful of her coffee before returning it to her desk, scrolling through her phone before her eyes meet yours. “This job isn’t easy, okay? But I need you to want this. I need you to want this job and everything it entails.” She had her fair share of assistants, and her last lot coupled up and it was the most pathetic little display she’d ever seen in her life. They fell in love with each other? Just as she finished paying off both their student loans? What a fucking coincidence. And Camille L’espanaye doesn’t believe in coincidences.

“I know. I know, and I do want this.” You meet her gaze, she always looked so perfect; the slightest hint of blue to the inner corner of her eyes, the sharp eyeliner that isn’t exaggerated, the soft fullness to her eyelashes, and her eyes themselves- a grey green that reminded you of aged jade, expensive, elite, rare, everything that Camille is. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want this job and everything it entails.” You hadn’t been intimate with her until the third day of your new position, and she made it perfectly clear that she wasn’t going to touch you unless you had earned it and you hadn’t earned it yet. You had a feeling in your gut that you were never going to earn being fucked by her unless she was just going to use your body to get off herself.

Camille chuckles and shakes her head before tilting her head slightly as she drags her eyes over you, “Please. You’re here because I’m paying off your student loans. What were you trying to graduate with again? A master’s in psychology… Now look at you. Oh, you’d surely make such an interesting research paper on yourself, don’t you think? An assistant and a whore. You don’t fool me, Yn.” She rolls her eyes; you were just another nobody after her money so you didn’t have to pay off your own student debt and thought that selling your body to her would make it happen faster. She knew she was attractive, hot, sexy, so who wouldn’t want a chance to be touched by her? To even be close to the one and only Camille L’espanaye. She’d had people stumbling over themselves in the street trying to get to her to even say hi and then be ignored. You weren’t special.

Her words stung and you knew that was her intention; it was either this job or your degree, and being a waitress wasn’t cutting the loan repayments or even being close to covering rent. So, now you sell your body to your boss and do the dirty work for her too. The corner of your mouth twitches slightly in a brief smirk, “Oh Camille, you say that like you don’t enjoy when I eat you out under your desk.” You pout, “I’m wounded.” If you closed your eyes and thought about those times, you could still taste her on your tongue, a little tangy but mostly sweet with the slightest musk, and you would lap up every drop too just to savor her. 

The silver-haired woman looks slightly taken aback by what you’d just said, her tan cheeks taking on the slightest pink hue to them, almost matching the lipstick she often painted her lips with. “I enjoy getting off, the person that does it doesn’t matter to me. You keep talking to me like this, and I’ll find someone who won’t run their pretty little mouth as much as you.” She crosses her legs and drinks another mouthful of her coffee, her pupils dilating as she remembers how eager you were to eat her out the first time- the sparkle in your eyes, the devotion you looked up at her with, it was that moment that she knew you were just a stray dog that needed just a little more training. The first time you only managed to make her cum once with your mouth before you got sloppy because it was aching too much, your fingers finished her off, but she was pissed and told you to get better. How did you get better? Cleaning her heels and boots with your tongue until they showed her reflection, she didn’t realize how wet that made you until she heard you in the bathroom masturbating.

“I’m sure you enjoy it more than you’re letting on, Camille,” You head back over to the couch, leaning back against it and looking through the tablet again. This little device was the holy grail of information, and if you lost it, Camille would have your head on a platinum Cartier plate. She couldn’t afford to have the information you were dealing with slip into the hands of the wrong person because then it’d make her look bad and there’s one thing that’s consistent with her- she always looks really fucking good.

Camille narrows her eyes at you, it’d be so fucking easy for her to slap you, to hit you, choke you even- leave welts on your skin from the claw marks her nails leave, but she doesn’t. She wants to, God does she want to see your pretty skin marked up because of her, hear the way you whine and moan and hiss as she does, then as she touches each one as a reminder of what had happened. She takes a breath and exhales slowly like she’d seen on those shitty mindfulness videos that circulate around. She didn’t like your cockiness, only she was allowed to be that cocky. Only her. “Did you get the information on Victorine like I asked?”

“Of course I did, Camille,” you put the tablet to the side before looking through your bag, you’d had a number of documents printed and stapled together so she didn’t have to deal with the same mess of papers you had. You pull them out of your bag before heading over to her.

“Took you long enough. I require things I ask of you in a timely manner, Yn. Not at your earliest convenience. Mine.” She takes the papers from you and flicks through them, her eyes quickly scanning the pages, her lip twitching, “Is this it? That’s all you got? How am I supposed to nail her down with this shit?” Camille tosses the documents, the pages fluttering through the air before hitting the ground in front of her desk. Couldn’t you do one fucking thing right today?

You chew your bottom lip, stopping yourself from peeling a piece of skin from it like you had a nasty habit of doing, “That was all I could find-“ Your cheeks flush at her unimpressed stare, butterflies in your stomach much like the papers, they float around before hitting the bottom with a dull thud. “I’ll go look again, Camille.” How could you have been so stupid as to think that this would be enough? You’re a smart woman, you should have known better than to hand her some falsified documents that could be brushed under the rug fairly quickly. Try harder. Do better.

“Yes, you will go look again, Gina.” She drinks some more coffee before deciding that she’s had enough, tossing it in the bin then screwing her nose up when the lid pops off and spills coffee into it. “We both know this woman is killing innocent animals left right and center. And we both know that the only animals that deserve to die are men,” she looks at you and smiles, “So, go find me something more useful than pages of words.” Camille drums her nails against the desk, tilting her head slightly as she watches the little cogs turn in your head- she wondered if there was a little hamster or other vermin running around.

“Yes, Camille, I agree with you- I’ll keep looking,” you pick the documents up and go back to the couch to look again. There were multiple avenues that you had access to, seeing things you never wanted to see again, reading things you never wanted to, and oh- “I found a feed from the room they do the surgery in. Victorine front and center along with her wife. Nobody likes seeing animals getting hurt.” The video made you feel ill, incredibly so, so you look away before what little breakfast you had resurfaced.

Her head shoots up from her phone, her eyes twinkling with unbridled glee, “Oh? Video footage? Do show me, puppy.” She holds her hand out expectantly, taking the tablet from you once you place it in her outstretched hand. And like the obedient little doggy you are, you gently place it in her hand, being careful to not catch her acrylic nails which so often dug so deliciously into your scalp.

“She’s right there helping her wife with the surgery, that’s damning enough, isn’t it?” You hoped it was anyway- You didn’t really understand Camille’s hatred towards her siblings, in the sense that outside of the awful things they were doing you couldn’t see it as your run-of-the-mill sibling hatred, the feeling she had- That was barely contained rage, disgust, like if she could, she would kill the woman and spit on her grave, but that was beneath Camille, she’d much rather have you do the dirty work instead. You watch her reaction to the video, the video you found, and hoped it would satisfy her after screwing up with the written documents. But you should know by now, Camille is rarely satisfied.

“There’s no audio. It’s okay, but it could be better,” she pouts, restarting the video to watch her half-sister butcher a poor chimpanzee. While she was partially doing this for purely selfish reasons, she couldn’t help but feel bad for the animals being experimented on and she knew once she screwed her half-sister over, they would be free from being used as guinea pigs for the stupid heart mesh. Good idea in theory, but Victorine was stupid.

You take an unsteady breath, picking at your fingers behind your back so the silver haired beauty wouldn’t notice, “The audio version is bound to be out there somewhere. It’ll just take some time to find it.” You weren’t sure about that actually, for all you knew, that was the only video footage of the brutality. You wonder if Camille knew you were bluffing about that, she’s a smart woman, she’d know.

“Usually, surveillance videos don’t have any audio, smarty pants,” she remarks, eyes still glued to the screen, the faintest hint of a smile on her face as she replays the video. Even without the audio, Victorine was fucked. F-U-C-K-E-D.

“Usually, scientists record their experiments in more ways than one, so, there’s bound to be a version with audio out there somewhere.” You take the tablet back, Camille almost pouting when you do. You knew this would be good enough for now, it could be explained away as an accident- But how do you accidentally cut open a chimpanzee and force your shitty heart mesh around its heart just to prove that your product works when you know it doesn’t.

Camille nods and looks at you, “I like the way you think. You’re not afraid of anything, are you?” She needed someone fearless to be able to do this work, fear inhibits the ability to find the dirtiest of information and she couldn’t have that. Not in her line of work, your line of work. You were going to be her dog with a bone, a nose for sniffing out the filthiest information, and the ability to spin it almost as good as she does.

Your cheeks color and you look at the ground before meeting her penetrating gaze, “Fear stops you from doing things and taking what you deserve. I wouldn’t be here if I let fear get the best of me.” You remember applying for an interview and shaking your head because you really didn’t have much to offer her at all- you had heard rumors about what she asked of her assistants, but you didn’t take them to be true. She had stopped you before you sat down, inspected you like you were a piece of meat, and you couldn’t deny how hot it made you. When you read through the NDA, your cheeks had burned, and you squirmed in your seat much to Camille’s amusement.

The corner of her lip turns up in a smirk as she sits back, raising a brow, “You’re scared of me.” She tilts her head slightly and runs her eyes slowly down your body, while the uniform she chose left too much to the imagination, she loved how it made you look. Like you were going to her to be taught something, and you were. She was your teacher, and you were her good little student, doe-eyed and expectant.

You feel your cheeks take on more color, they were bound to be a deep red by now, and you hated yourself for the reaction. You weren’t scared of her, right? Your heart rate did increase when you were around her, butterflies fluttering in your stomach, but that wasn’t fear? Unless you misunderstood those reactions and were actually experiencing bouts of anxiety when around her. “Why would I be scared of you?”

“Because I’m fucking terrifying, look at me,” she gestures to herself, she didn’t have to sell herself to you because she knew the look in your eyes, the desire, the want, the lust. Yet you were still timid about showing it, not always, but most of the time. There was just the faintest flicker of fear in your eyes, she could see it even if you didn’t want to admit it. It made her hot.

You let out a bit of a chuckle, shaking your head, “You’re hot and intimidating, Camille, but not terrifying.” It didn’t take much for her to intimidate you, she could back you up against the wall and your breath would catch in your throat before a burning heat settled itself between your legs, your lips parted, and pupils blown. Maybe that was fear. And fear does strange things to your body when it involves one Camille L’espanaye.

“That’s because you haven’t seen me,” she smirks, running her tongue over her upper teeth much like an awaiting lion does when it sees prey. “You’ll see,” it was a promise, one way or another you would see her, and she couldn’t wait to get her hands on you when you do. When you do realize just how fucking scary she can be, then she’ll fuck every single thought out of that head of yours until you’re a pretty little doll for her.

“I can’t wait then,” you smile despite the brief flicker of anxiety that goes through you at her look, you didn’t mind being treated like a doll but this look was different, it made your breath catch in the back of your throat, and made you rub your thighs together briefly, subtly in hopes she would notice but of course she does- she always does. “You’d be surprised what I find attractive, Camille.”

“Oh?” Her smile grows and somehow her teeth seem sharper than before, she loved where this is going and it excited her deeply, “We have yet to talk about hard and soft limits. I know we’ve already fucked, but limits were never discussed.” She wasn’t a freak that didn’t respect those things, she took them seriously and would respect you outside of the bedroom while she was disrespecting your perfect body in the bedroom. She absolutely loved the sounds you made and how you looked with pretty bruises and bite marks all over.

“You’d listen to that?” You ask in disbelief before apologizing, she hadn’t indicated that she wouldn’t listen to you in bed, in fact when you’ve asked her to slow down previously, she has- same with when you asked her to stop. She was ruthless but she wasn’t a monster. You take a breath, taking the pad of paper on her desk and pen before writing them down, “You’re not a freak, are you?” You look at her, “Not into that piss or crap stuff because I’ll quit right now if you are.”

Camille screws her nose up in disgust, offended you’d even ask her such a thing- she’s a classy woman, not some bottom-feeder, “Ew, fuck no.” She gags, getting herself a coconut water to wash down the bad taste you’d put in her mouth, “I just want to know what you like so when you’re not servicing me, I can make sure you’re having fun too.” Her eyes follow every stroke of the pen, the longer the list of your green-light things grows, the more the fire builds in her stomach, the stronger the electricity surges through her veins.

“Good,” you hand the list over to her, your cheeks coloring when you see a wolfish grin. “I think you’ll be surprised the extent of things I find enjoyable.” You bite back a squeak when she points to the ground in front of her seat. You quickly move into position, your fingers itching to touch her creamy thighs, “Please-“

“Hm?” She looks at you over the top of the list you just wrote for her, “Please what? You can’t already be that desperate.” She looks back at the list, “Then again, the list does just scream desperate little slut. I wonder if I can get a stamp made just for you, stamp it right on your forehead so you see it every time you look in the mirror.” She chuckles at her idea, rather pleased with herself. “Yes, I think you’ll find a place that makes custom stamps so I can have one. Be a good little puppy and do that for me, hm?” Camille reaches down to pat your head, her hand moving down to stroke your cheek after, thoroughly enjoying the way you melt into her touch.

“A- A stamp? I suppose I could do that. Do you want me to do it now? I-“ You grab your tablet to start looking, ignoring the pain starting to grow in your knees the longer your kneeling on the tile flooring of her office. You quickly find a place that makes custom stamps, holding up a selection of colors up to her so she could pick, “I think the red is nice.”

Camille hums, “It would be more bold, wouldn’t it? Harder to hide, and more likely to stain, how fun.” She grins and nods for you to get on with it before focusing back on reading through your list of kinks.

“Red,” you repeat quietly before looking back at your tablet and order the stamp, your cheeks starting to burn at the text she wanted on it. Your mind starts to wonder about what the people who were in charge of making these custom stamps would think of this one, but they were also likely to have received far worse than this. You clear your throat, “I’ve ordered it. Estimated time is two weeks.”

“Always so quick to do what I ask of you,” she smiles, putting the paper on her desk before stroking your cheek, her hand moving down to cup your jaw and tilt your head up. She runs her thumb lightly under your bottom lip as her eyes stare into yours, her lip twitches when you press a soft kiss to the pad of her thumb before parting your lips to suck on it lightly. Camille lets out a pleased sigh, her pretty eyes darkening, “Such a good little puppy, aren’t you? So damn eager to please.”  She lets you suck her thumb a little longer before pulling it out and spreading her legs, “Come on, you’ve earned a treat.”

You gently rest your hands on her legs, moving closer so you could press kisses to her thighs. Her skin felt like silk, you could smell the lotion she uses and you found yourself never wanting to smell anything else. You go to graze your teeth against her skin but Camille tugs your hair roughly, “Don’t bite me,” she warns, only letting go when you rush out an apology. You kiss her skin again, murmuring another apology before carefully pushing her skirt further up her hips, your eyes darkening when you see her panties. You hook your fingers into them and tug them down. According to Camille, you were taking too long so she grabs your head and forces you between her legs. You let out a moan when you get your first taste of her, your tongue running through her folds and eagerly lapping her up. You swirl your tongue around her clit lightly before wrapping your lips around it and sucking gently, your finger starting to tease her pussy. You slowly push into her, gasping when her nails dig into your scalp, holding you firmer against her as you start to finger her. The louder Camille became, the more eagerly you pleased her, not stopping until you feel her gush against your face, and even then you lap her juices up not wanting to waste a drop.

Camille lets go of you and you rest your head against her lap as you both catch your breath, “Fuck,” she says after a few moments of heavy breathing, “I should get you to do that more often.”

You look up at her with twinkling eyes, “I’d stay under your desk if I could. That’s how addictive you are, Camille.” She chuckles and pats your cheek before leaning back and closing her eyes. “I’ll get you a coconut water-“

“No,” she cuts you off, “Just- Just sit, please.”

“Okay,” you smile and relax against her, wrapping an arm around her leg and closing your eyes too, the only sound in the room was your breaths. You didn’t want to think about it too much, her asking you to stay, what it meant, the consequences because that would ruin the content feeling that was washing over you and you didn’t want that. You just wanted to enjoy being this close to her. To enjoy being allowed to be this close to her. Camille, what an enigma.

[guerrillateezsworld]

tokio hotel reacting to you getting high after a bad day + how’d they comfort you

request: okay so th boys how they would react to (fem) reader getting high with them and like she has a bad trip and stuff and how they would comfort her and stuff ykkk(also they are dating her and just 🍃don’t do hard crack yall)

a/n: THIS IS JUST A REQUEST. I DO NOT CONDONE THIS AT ALL AND THIS IS PURELY FOR FUN AND IS NOT SUPPOSED TO MEAN ANY HARM!! also i mixed some of the stuff up like she comes home from work, bad trip, bad errands, etc.

warnings: 2007!tokio hotel, use of weed, fem!reader, cursing, reader has a bad day, reader asks to get high with them, DONT SMOKE WEED!! I DONT CONDONE THIS!! PURE FICTION!!

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tom kaulitz

-you came home from work, clearly in a bad mood and not wanting to be fucked with. that’s when he comes up to you and kisses your forehead to try and calm you down. “my love, what happened today?” he asks, trying to be as normal as he can. (i feel like that tom isn’t the best with comforting people. like he sincerely tries but fails a lot because it’s just not his forte. but for his lover he will definitely try to work on his comforting skills for you) you give him a small smile, but he knew it wasn’t really a “real” smile as some would say. “you know you can tell me anything” he pats your shoulder with a sympathetic smile. “ugh, it’s a lot so i’ll shorten it for you. so these stupid bitches, irene and lindsey, were trying to take over everything. keep in mind, they’re like technically new here soooo i don’t know why they were tryna be like this-“ and on and on. you were gonna make it short but ended up telling him EVERYTHING, which took like an hour to his surprise. to add on, you shocked him with what you said next. “wanna get high with me?” you ask, seriously looking at him. boy was he shocked. he knows you smoke but he’s never seen you do it before because you usually distance yourself, so this shook him a little. “uhh yeah, sure. do i need to roll one?” he asks. “nah, i got it. i’ll be back” you say and go to your room. you come back after a few minutes, now with a big genuine smile on your face. “just a small one will do for now, i don’t need too much with how i am right now” you giggle. with that, you guys just chill and smoke the night away. this was definitely needed as you slept so good that night with tom by your side.

bill kaulitz

when you came back from the store, you were pissed. not like crazily but you sure were a lot. you came home, sat the bags down, and plopped down onto the couch with a loud groan. bill heard you and came in to check on you. “babe, you okay?” he asks and sits on the floor by your head as you’re pretty much taking up the whole couch. you lift your head up and shake your head. “not really, people just really wanted to test me today, and to add onto that, i couldn’t find a lot of what i was looking for for and you know how pissed that makes me.” you explain, taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. he nods, seemingly understanding your situation. “yeah i understand. people can be like that. i’m sorry you had to deal with that sweetheart” he smiles making you smile back. you pull him in for a hug to thank him, which he returns. “i love you bill” you smile. “i love you too sweetheart” he smiles back. what you didn’t expect was that bill pulled something out of his pocket. “let’s go to the balcony and chill out, i’m sure you’d need this” he shows me a blunt. you cant help but let a smile break through as you stand up and walk to the balcony with him. “thanks bill, i really appreciate this. i definitely needed this after the day i just had. next time, you should probably go with me so i don’t throw hands or something” you laugh, taking a puff and passing it to bill who takes it. “yeah i probably should, can’t have my girl getting into a fight. although that would probably be very hot” he gives you a teasing smile to which you softly swat at his arm. “yeah yeah” you reply, playfully rolling your eyes. he just smiles back and you guys smoke and head back inside. “i think i’m gonna take a nap now. i need a little refresher” you smile. “i’m coming with”

gustav scháefer

just my opinion and everyone has theirs, but i feel gustav isn’t the one to get high. like im sure he would maybe once every few months but definitely not all the time.

anyways, back to the head canon thingy.

you’ve been gone for almost week visiting your family, and boy were you ready to go home. you loved it there, but this time it was different and you didn’t like it. when you got home, you immediately threw your bags onto the ground and went straight to your room. you didn’t know that gustav had a day off so it was a surprise when you saw him laying in bed. he seemed to notice you and he got up to greet you. of course you have to do it back because he’s you’re boyfriend. “welcome back meine liebe (my love)” he smiles. “thanks gustav, but i’m just not in the mood right now. that was the most stressful week of my life” you breathe out, feeling warm from gustav’s hug. “why’s that? do you wanna talk about it?” he asks softly while leading you to your bed. “i don’t mind to. normally when i go visit my family i love it, but this time it wasn’t the same. it was like everyone was out of place, more arguments than normal, asking me too many personal questions to where i was uncomfy, and no one was prepared. it was just a lot and i felt like something had to have happened between them to act like that. but at least im home now” you let out a sigh, gustav continuing to feel worse. “im glad you’re home y/n so you don’t have to worry now. hopefully they realize what they were doing wrong and apologize” he smiles sympathetically. “yeah. i’m gonna go smoke. would you like to join me?” you ask with a smile. “normally i say no, but if this will help you feel better than sure” he laughs and you get up to roll it. you come back with a small blunt and a lighter. “good thing we have a balcony” you laugh, lighting it and walking outside, taking a long drag before handing it to gustav who does the same.

georg listing

-he’s the other one that i feel like doesn’t smoke much. still more than gustav but still not much at all.

you had just gotten back from a job interview. as you walked through the door, georg was standing there with a big smile ready to congratulate you. but when he saw your frustrated face, his smile dropped and so did his heart. “babe.. are you okay?” he asks quietly, hoping you don’t flip out on him. you walk past him with a sigh. “yeah, i guess so. i don’t think they’ll wanna hire me now and i’m not sure if i wanna work there anymore” you shake your head, plopping down on to the couch. “why’s that?” he sits next to you, rubbing your back as you lean onto him. “well, i was late due to traffic, i was really nervous, i kept messing up my words, some of my stuff didn’t apply to them, and others. now i just feel like shit and i definitely don’t wanna work there now” you sigh, leaning back on the couch. “hey that’s normal, love. it happens and it’s never not gonna happen. you just have to find what’s right for you, which can take time but you just have to be patient.” he softly pats your back, making you smile a little. “yeah, thanks georg, i really appreciate it. but do you mind if i go smoke? you’re welcome to join” you look up at him. “yeah go ahead sweetheart. and i probably won’t join tonight but maybe next time. i’ve not been feeling the best. enjoy your time” he smiles, wrapping his arms around you and engulfing you in a big hug. “are you sure georg? it’ll keep your mind off of it. and if you do get sick from it, i’ll be by your side to help” you pout, hoping it’ll make him join you. he groans, “fine, you know i can’t resist those eyes” he smiles making you hug him. “i’ll be right back babe” you get up and run to your room and come back out with your stuff. “let’s do this” you smile. “can’t wait to hear what you have to say while you’re high out of your mind” he laughs making you roll your eyes. “oh shut it” you can help but giggle with him.

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okay i’m finally finished!! like i said, I DONT CONDONE THIS AT ALL!! THIS IS PURE FICTION!!

[multiversed-daydreamer]

Pet Chapter 3 - Dinner

WC: ~4200

Summary: This one covers Joel and Tess' growing obsession with you and Your dinner with Tess.

Tags: MDNI, Stalking, Obsessive behavior, Manipulative behavior, Manipulative!Tess, Drinking, coercion to drink if you squint, kidnapping but reader doesn't realize that, Reader is mildly disabled but can work, Mentions on sex, Joel/Tess, PiV but its a flashback, Blowjobs also a flashback. mentions od Dom/sub dynamics

A/N: Thank you @patti7dc for being the coolest beta. <3 I really hope y'all enjoy this one. Check out my Masterlist for more. :D

 “You did what?” Nick hisses at you as the two of you head toward the check-in table for the start of shift. You’d finally convinced Nick to do a burning shift with you, and you kinda regretted it, because despite not giving a shit about what Miller says, you don’t want to piss him off. 

“I was high!” You defended. “She said Miller was leaving for a few days and she asked me to come over for dinner. I think she’s just lonely.”

“Okay, I’m not gonna be a jackass and say that you can’t be friends with other people, but if Miller is warning you that I’m a no good guy to be around, Tess certainly isn’t a good candidate either.” Nick had a point, you thought as you both signed in and grabbed shovels, heading towards the raging fire in the middle of the square. 

“Okay, fair but I can’t just cancel… I don’t wanna know what Tess’ bad side is!” You were officially panicking, you wanted to cancel but it felt like such a shitty move. 

“I don’t like it. Seriously, don’t go.” He watches you with a worried look. 

“I’ll stop by your place after.” You promise. Nick shakes his head. He doesn’t like it, but he doesn’t argue either. Now you feel like shit for not taking his worries seriously. 

“I’m sorry, Nick. It’s just for like two hours.” 

“I’m worried that you’re stepping into something and you’re not going to notice until it’s too late.” He says it gently, like you’re made a glass, and part of you kind of hates him for it. 

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Joel watches you and Nick get to work from the shadows. To play along with Tess’ lie, he decided to not go to work today, instead handing over a more than generous offer of pills and alcohol to FEDRA to make sure he wasn’t written up. After watching you work for a few minutes, he turns on his heel and heads back to his and Tess’ apartment, they still had final preparations to make before your arrival, and before their team left for a meet-up outside the QZ. 

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Watching you had stirred excitement in both of them whenever they got the chance to do so. Tess was luckier in some ways cause she’s actively building a connection with you at the market a few times a month. But Joel sees you far more frequently on the job, leaving Tess dealing with keeping the other smugglers in line and slowly prepping their apartment for you.

Their obsession with you had grown beyond what they ever planned for. But the idea of having to wait, having to put in actual work to plan for you, the threat of you potentially turning them down had them preparing for every possibility. 

They’d both agreed that for the first month at least, you’d need one of them with you at all times. They couldn’t risk you trying and succeeding in escaping while they were both gone from the apartment. You were smart and careful, they weren’t foolish enough to believe you would give in immediately. You wouldn’t be able to go outside for that month either. They highly doubted anyone would take you from them even if you did ask for help, but again, they want you better situated before they take you out with them. 

~

On a raid about two years prior they’d found a nearly untouched sex store. The others went nuts over it, Joel and Tess discreetly snagged a few things for themselves as well. One of those is a thin leather collar that Joel has carved his and Tess’s names into. They hadn’t used it yet but taking the collar had been what sparked a conversation of eventually keeping a pet if they ever find someone they’d want to keep. They’d also gotten other things as well, cuffs, paddles, a flogger, and a riding crop. Tess also got lucky enough to find a strap-on and a dildo that works with it. She doesn’t use it often, but that might change now that they’ll have you around all of the time. 

-

Just the thought of you is enough to get them going. It’s become almost a game to tell each other random fantasies they have over you while they fuck. Joel talking about how you’d look so good bent over their table whimpering on his cock while Tess’ mouth is wrapped around him. Tess tells him how good you’d look on your knees, underneath the table while they eat, or discussing raid plans while she sinks down on his cock. Joel grunting about how FEDRA gave you shit on shift one day as he drills into Tess from behind. 

They’re obsessed with you. You’ve taken over their minds. Their need to have you has led them to follow you to your shifts, learning your routines and the paths you take home every day, to learning who you’re interacting with and who makes you smile the biggest. They’ve quietly approached a few people, scaring them away before they’ve gotten too close, but Nick, Nick is a fucking problem. You seem taken with him. Clearly infatuated with a boy who they don’t approve of and they hate it. They need to move as fast as they can before you and Nick decide to be a couple. Because if Joel finds out Nick has touched you, he’ll fuckin’ kill him. 

One day while you were out working, they’d managed to get into your apartment. There weren’t many personal items in there but they took their time exploring your place, smelling your sheets, and even trying to take a few non-noticeable items like a shirt and a book so that they’d have a few things for you to help you settle in with them. 

~

Joel makes it back to the apartment and sighs, glancing around. Not much was visibly different, except for a little ring screwed into their wall in the living room. Underneath it is a plush pink pet bed that they’ll be hiding when you come over for dinner, but it’ll be yours come tomorrow morning. He can already see you on it, kneeling on the bed with your collar on waiting for him or Tess to come unlock you so you can play or fuck or eat or whatever. He imagines how cute you’d look curled up on it under a blanket, napping in the sun while he and Tess go about their usual business.  He shakes his head from his thoughts and looks at Tess. “All set for tonight?” 

She nods. “I’m gonna go over the planned route one more time with the guys, make sure they know where the fuck they’re going, but then they’re set. How is she?” Joel’s mouth twitched up for just a moment, she knew he had watched you get to work. 

“At work. With Nick.” They both exchanged a look. Tess hadn’t been too worried about Nick but last night had seriously pissed them both off. You’d been not in your right mind, susceptible to influence that wasn’t theirs and they hadn’t liked it one bit. But they debated on whether or not they should punish you for it and they decided on starting with a lecture and seeing how you respond to that. If things go to plan that lecture will take place over breakfast tomorrow morning. 

~

“I still think you should ditch.” 

“You’re probably right.” You admit as you and Nick head home after shift. Joel hadn’t shown up to burning detail for the first time since you’ve been in the QZ, lending credence to the idea that he’d left to do whatever the fuck he’s doing for “smuggling detail” as Nick called it. 

You two went your separate ways as Nick headed for his building, but not before reminding you to head to his place after Tess’ so he knows you made it out alive. “Funny.” You called back to him, rolling your eyes as he chuckled and slipped inside, leaving you to finish your walk home alone and wishing you’d had the balls to go with him instead. You sigh, making it to your own building and upstairs and into the shower. You washed your face, hair, and body before getting out and toweling yourself off. 

You get into some clean jeans and a clean, semi-tight fitting shirt that is not as threadbare as your others. Instead of your usual red hoodie, you grabbed a lighter blue and grey zip-up. You put on your shoes, lock up your apartment, and head down to meet Tess. 

~

You give her a smile when you get outside. She’s in a nice shirt with her brown jacket over it and a pair of jeans. “How was your shift?” She asks as you join her on the sidewalk. 

You fall into step with her as you answer. “Long, but I had Nick with me so I got to annoy someone at least.” She falls silent for a moment, and you frown. You never really brought Nick up to Tess before, and you think maybe introducing him while you were both high yesterday likely left a bad impression on her. “Er.. I’m sorry about yesterday. We weren’t expecting to run into you.” You wince at your own words, they sound strange and awkward in your mouth. You don’t even think you mean the apology. Sure you don’t want Tess to feel uncomfortable with what you do with others, but at the same time, you’re an adult and it’s none of her business what you and Nick do together on your day off. 

“You didn’t show up at the market and it had me worried. When you came home high and with somebody I know from the… unsavory sides of the QZ, I was concerned.” She responded. 

‘Unsavory sides of the QZ’ You play those words over in your head. Nick just buys joints on occasion, it’s not like he does any of the other shit. “He doesn’t… I mean he’s not involved in stuff.” 

“No. He isn’t. But that doesn’t mean he’s safe.” She says it carefully like she knows this is dangerous territory. You follow her across the street and around the corner of a different street. You can’t help but feel a little annoyed. It’s one thing to deal with this from Nick, who isn’t trying to overstep his bounds, just trying to make sure you’re being safe with people like Tess. 

Tess has no right to tell you who’s safe and who isn’t when she does what she does. You don’t comment on it though, because she’s finally turning to a building and heading up the stairs to the door. You decide to change the subject. “What’s for dinner?” 

She huffs. “Spaghetti.” You perk up at that, you love pasta.

You make it inside Tess’ apartment and you can’t help looking around. Joel and Tess’ domain was pretty normal. There was a little table like your own directly in front of the door, off to the left was a small living room with a couch and a chair, a small bookshelf sitting between two windows with an old-timey radio on top of it. A larger shelf is against the same wall as the door with different knick-knacks on it. There was a small coffee table in front of the couch with a candle and some matches on it. The dining table was cleared but on the floor next to a wall was what looked to be some kind of circuitry project. 

“Don’t ask, it’s something Joel is working on.” Tess mutters, seeing you eye the contraption curiously. 

“What is it?”

“Don’t know. Something to occupy Joel on his days off, I guess.” You nod and drop the subject. You inhale the smell of ground beef and delicious spices coming from the stove. 

To the right of the door is a pretty decent kitchen area. It’s cluttered with dishes on the counter and different grains and spices on the shelves. There's a can of gas that you can’t tell is full or not in a corner. A makeshift clothesline had been hung up and had a few hand towels and a t-shirt on it. 

“Smells good. Do you need help with anything?” 

Tess chuckles, “You can plop your ass in a chair. I finished before you came, knew you wouldn’t have much time, didn’t want you rushing.”

“Oh.” That was… considerate of her. “Thank you.”

You take a seat at the table and watch as she plates the spaghetti and sets one in front of you and the other across from you. She turns back and opens one of the blue drawers, snagging two forks. She gives one to you and sets the other one down. She grabs two glasses from the cabinet and fills them both with water. One is set by your plate, the other set by hers, she finally sits down and gestures for you to start. “Go on. It’s been forever since I’ve had a guest.” 

You chuckle at that. Yeah, you can’t see Joel or Tess being the types to have company over. You forked some noodles into your mouth and chew. It was delicious, the right amount of spice. You nod as you swallow. “This is delicious.” You wonder why Joel would ever skip spaghetti night, that fool. 

Tess smiles, clearly liking your praise. “Thank you.”

“Where’d you get the spices?” You ask curiously, twirling your fork through your plate to get another bite. 

Tess swallows her own bite before speaking up. “You can get lucky at the market if you know where to look. I also have friends on the outside, they’re well-equipped and are willing to trade with us.” 

You nod. You wonder how she and Joel sneak in and out of the QZ so often but you don’t make a comment on it. You were curious, but not enough to get involved. 

Dinner passed with ease, you and Tess making small talk. You find yourself relaxing in your chair. It was strange to be in her home, sure, but it was also nice to visit someone other than Nick for once. You finish your plate and she offers you seconds but you’re full so you decline. She sets your plates in the sink and snags two more glasses from the cupboard. She then grabs a hidden handle of a whiskey bottle and comes over to the table. 

“You ever try whiskey?” She asks curiously, pouring a small amount into each glass. 

“No. Heard it was disgusting though.” Tess chuckles and slides a glass in front of you. 

“Dessert.” She jokes, winking at you. You laugh. You’ve never drank before, and you never planned to. You want to decline. 

“Um… I should probably be getting back.” You mumble, moving to stand. 

Tess raises an eyebrow at you. “What? Bad enough to smoke with Nick but too good to take a shot with me?” 

Your brows furrow and you shake your head. “No. No. It’s just getting late is all.” You glance around for a clock but you don't find one. 

“You’ve got an hour to get home, and one shot won’t do shit to you, even for a first-time drinker. Trust me.” She raises the glass she has toward you. You sigh, but you don’t want to be a chicken-shit in front of the baddest bitch in the QZ. So, you do something dumber, you ignore your gut telling you to leave while sober, and you raise your glass to clink it with Tess’. You watch her raise her glass to her mouth and smoothly swallow the liquid in one go. You follow suit, dumping the Whiskey into your mouth and you swallow. It burns and it tastes fucking nasty. You almost spit it back out, instead.

“That’s disgusting!” You splutter, your face puckering up dramatically at the aftertaste. 

Tess laughs at you. “It gets easier after the first shot I promise. One more, It won't do anything, and I’ve got an eye on the time.” You glance at the darkening windows, but it was cloudy today so it might just be premature darkness tonight. 

“One more.” You say, and Tess refills your glass.

“Attagirl.” She says, lifting her glass to yours before you both down the alcohol. She’s right, it is easier on the second go. And you don’t really feel much too. But you’re not doing a third. 

You both fall into conversation and you’re feeling warm and a little fuzzy. 

“Are you and Nick together?” Tess asks curiously. You two had fallen into relationship talk and she told you that she and Joel had met while traveling to the QZ together and had ended up staying together. 

You hesitate, you want to talk to her about this stuff, but the way she responded to you and Nick hanging out the past few days has brought a certain guard back up. “No, not at the moment at least.” 

“But you want to be with him?” She pressed. 

You nod, “Yeah, I do.” Maybe she and Joel will back off if you tell her the truth. Tess’ eyes drop to the table as if thinking about your answer. Before she can find a response the door is opening and Joel is walking through it. 

You stand up automatically, the sight of him is a thorough reminder that you’re currently hanging out at your coworker's house, having dinner with his girlfriend and the only conversation you’ve had with him was an argument about the boy you just admitted to Tess you have a crush on… Awkward. 

He looks down at you for a moment and then at Tess. He doesn’t seem surprised to see you, and he closes the door behind him. 

“How’d it go?” Tess asked. 

“They made it out okay, we’ll see if they make it back or not,” Joel says, stepping past the table and heading to the back of the apartment to where their bed and dresser are. 

“I should head home.” You tell Tess. If Joel is home, that means curfew is close. 

“Past curfew,” Joel grunts, and you pause, staring at the back of his head for a moment. 

“It is?” 

“Yep.” He grabs a shirt and some sweatpants from the dresser before disappearing into a closed door that you guessed was the bathroom. 

You look at Tess, who gives you an apologetic look. “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. You can crash on the couch tonight. I’ll get you a pillow.” You glance at the couch and notice a blanket over the back. You nod. 

“Sorry, I shoulda said something.” 

“We both got distracted, don’t worry about it.” She comes back with a pillow and tosses it on the couch. “You don’t have the 6:30 shift tomorrow, do you?” 

You blink at her before shaking your head. “Uh, no. I don’t start until eleven.” 

Tess nods. “Good, I can walk you home tomorrow morning.” Behind the bathroom door, a shower started. 

“I thought Joel was gone for the next few days?” You didn’t want to sound accusatory, but you hadn’t been expecting him and now you want to leave pronto. 

“Oh, yeah, he changed his mind on going. He’s getting too old for the long hikes anyhow. Bitches for days about his back hurting afterward.” You laugh at the mental image of “Scary Miller” complaining about his age. Normal. It was weird how normal they were. 

Tess coaxes you back into your seat, eyeing you carefully like she’s worried you’ll bolt at any sudden movements. In her defense, you might. “We don’t bite.” She assures you, but you don’t believe her for a second. People like Joel and Tess most definitely bite. You hope being aware of that fact will be enough to keep you safe for the night. Tonight. Fuck, you promised Nick you’d stop by after you left Tess’. 

“Shit.” You closed your eyes, suddenly feeling terrible. Nick’s gotta be losing his mind right now. 

“What’s wrong?” Tess asks. 

“I promised Nick I’d stop by after we were done with dinner. He’s probably losing his mind.” 

Tess’ lips press together but she doesn’t say anything. You have a feeling she’s not happy that you’ve brought him up again. “I’m sure he’s fine. You told him you were here?” 

“I mean, yeah. I usually have dinner with him so I had to tell him I had plans tonight.” 

Tess nods. “You tell him you had plans with me?” 

“Yeah, he knows we meet up at the market.” 

“You tell him when you meet up with me but bail without a word to me to go get high with him?” Tess gives you a sharp look and you pause. It’s only now that you’ve realized how much those two shots have you buzzing. Shit, you’re definitely loose-lipped and tipsy. 

“I’m sorry. I just… I never see you around the QZ. How was I supposed to let you know?” 

“Maybe don’t bail next time.” She says it softly but you can tell she’s angry. So you nod.

“I won’t. My bad.” You two fall into silence as Joel’s shower continues. Tess reaches out and you flinch back automatically. Tess pauses, her eyebrows shoot up in surprise as she slowly grabs the whiskey bottle and drags it closer to herself. You mentally berate yourself. You typically have better control over your physical reactions than that, but the alcohol is slowing your mind and Tess’ anger has you distracted. 

Tess may not push you much about your past, but she’s as sharp as they come, and you just gave a big clue of yourself away with that flinch and you’re furious about it. She pours a bigger shot into the glasses than previously, but you don’t care, too mad at your own lack of control to argue what a terrible idea this is. So you grab the glass she hands you and follow her in swallowing the whiskey. It takes you two tries to get it all, this shot equalling one and a half or even two small shots total. Afterward, you set your glass to the side and relax back into your chair. You swear the new alcohol content hits your body immediately. You already feel drunker than you did a few seconds ago. Fuck it, you’re staying over and she’s drinking too. 

After the shower shuts off you decide you don’t want to interact with Miller, so you tell Tess you’re tired and you’re apparently a sleepy drunk. She chuckles and forces you to drink a glass of water before letting you go to the couch and curl up under a big blanket. The pillow smells clean and the blanket smells like Tess. 

You hear the bathroom door open and Joel’s heavy steps leading to the kitchen. You can make out the clinking of a plate and some silverware as Joel gets some dinner. He settles at the table with Tess. 

“Y’all drank?” He asked quietly, clearly trying not to disturb you. 

“Just a little. She was nervous tonight.” 

“How was it?” He sounds very interested in your dinner with Tess. It surprised you. 

“Fine for the most part. She did bring up NIck repeatedly though.” Tess muttered. You frowned, seriously, what was their deal with Nick? Why did it fucking matter? 

Joel grunts. You listen for more but they move on to talk about whatever smuggling run they’re doing at the moment. You end up zoning out, finding their quiet voices comforting enough to relax but too unused to people around you to fall asleep. You hear someone get up and do the dishes. You don’t know how long it takes for you to realize that they’ve stopped talking and the sink is no longer running. You peak up from behind the arm of the couch to see them standing close together whispering about something. Joel presses a kiss to Tess’ forehead and then leans down to whisper something in her ear. She smiles and nods, whispering something back that pulls a chuckle from him. Normal. Joel and Tess were completely normal. 

~ 

Joel kisses Tess lightly, both of them beyond gitty to finally have their pet inside, under their watchful eyes. “Are you happy with her?” He whispers, double-checking for the last time before they officially collar you. Which will be after breakfast tomorrow morning. 

“She’s perfect for us, Joel.” 

He chuckles, fighting the grin that wants to spread over his face. He steals one last kiss before stepping away to lock their front door. He twists the deadbolt and then pulls a key out of his pocket. Recently installed was a second deadbolt, but it’s just onesided and needs a key to lock and unlock, a protective measure to make sure you can’t leave without one of them accompanying you. He feels a twist of immense satisfaction to hear it click into place. Behind him, Tess crawls into bed. He turns to watch you on the couch. He’d rather you be in bed with them but not tonight. That’ll start tomorrow night after they’ve collared you and given you their rules and expectations. And, hopefully, after they’ve worn you out with plenty of orgasms. 

He flips off the light and forces himself to walk to the bed. The door is locked and he and Tess are both light sleepers, they’ll hear you if you try to move around too much. 

They curl up together in bed, their pet finally where she belongs.

~

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[phantomspiderr]

By Any Means ║ Part 2

Pairing: Joel Miller x *f!reader

Word Count: 1.4k+

Summary: twenty years after your life completely went up in smoke. You've settled somewhere safe after years of risking your life but it looks like all of that is about to be turned upside down too when an old contact appears out of nowhere.

Warnings/Tags: tlou hbo spoilers, creepy drunk man, mentions of alcohol & drinking, trauma, canon level violence, cursing, mentions of death

a/n: sorry no joel in this chapter but I promise he'll be back next chapter! As always I hope you enjoy, I appreciate you. Anyway, the last chapter flopped so hard and kinda expect this one to as well but we move and I’m committed to posting it anyway. sorry it’s a bit shit.

Also, I forgot to shoutout my bestie in the last chapter, @natashasvixen you're the best! Couldn’t do anything without you, thank you for all your support🤍

*no real description of reader or gender as far as I know but I've written it with a female reader in mind

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“Well hello there darlin’,” your body involuntarily cringes upon hearing the nickname. Your reaching hand freezes around a glass and for a moment you think about the past, pre-outbreak, before quickly shaking your head at that thought.

“We’re closed.” You speak flatly, hoping the drunk will just turn around and leave. You don’t even turn to look in his direction. It’d been a long day, and you just wanted to clean up and go home.

“‘M not looking for a drink darlin’,” this time the nickname makes you angry. Sometimes you wonder why you ever decided to work in the only bar in this godforsaken town was a good idea.

“We’re still closed.” You continue clearing the table in front of you, then there’s a hand on your waist and you freeze again.

“I said I’m not looking for a drink,” he stinks, he smells of stale dirt and strongly of alcohol. His grip is harsh, and he has the audacity to push his body up against you. In a second, you grab onto his wrist, twisting until his arm is folded behind him, and he’s pinned against another table. A few glasses fly to the floor, smashing upon contact, and the already unsteady table wobbles.

“And I said we’re closed. Now, piss off.” You shove the man, and he fumbles to stay on his feet.

“Fucking bitch,” he spits on the floor at your feet, mumbling more drunk profanities as he exits the bar. When the heavy door closes, you finally let out a shuddering breath, your body now trembling just a little. You close your eyes and draw in a deep breath, attempting to calm your racing heart. Even after years of having to take care of yourself, you still find it hard to shake off the fear the courses through you during every confrontation.

You’d thought moving into this smaller town would be better than the QZ, that maybe people would be nicer, and that it’d maybe feel a bit more normal, but it wasn’t. No amount of ‘normal’ looking ration stores or homes made it feel like it used to. People were all too busy surviving that it wasn’t until they were a few drinks in that maybe they’d be nicer. There were a few exceptions, of course. You’d made a few distant friends along the way, but moving from place to place for years in an apocalypse wasn’t exactly the ideal situation to make close friends.

You were pretty much on your own now, having separated from the only two people you knew after one too many innocent lives had been taken. You’d never agreed with the Hunter's way of life, but you had loved Joel enough to follow him anywhere. But he had become cruel and cold towards everyone, especially to you. You had of course always understood why, everyone had become some sort of shell of who they once were, but eventually it had taken a toll.

It was after one exceptionally harsh fight, where in a drunken state Joel had proclaimed you were a burden that just hung around, that you simply left. It was the final straw. You’d learnt enough to defend yourself in the few years following Joel and Tommy on their suicide missions. So, you packed up what little things you had and just disappeared at the first sign of light. It was hard being alone after so many years, realising you know no one or anything about where you were. Then after days of travelling, you’d managed to sneak yourself into a quarantine zone and there you worked to keep yourself safe for a few years. Eventually, that life had bored you enough that you left with a small group of people, heading for a rumoured town free of FEDRA’s command. It wasn’t all the rumours had made it out to be, but it was the place you called home for now. You had a little house that you shared with a few people, there was some livestock and best of all it was safe, for the most part. It would do for now, even though you longed for something better. Somewhere with nicer people, one of those bigger communities you’d heard about, a place where everything almost felt normal.

Your fingers rub at your temples, attempting to fight off an impending headache before going back to your cleaning up with a huff. The days felt like they were testing you, for reasons you don’t know, but you were tired.

“Oh fuck off will you!” The words tumble out of your mouth upon hearing the front door creak open again. Assuming it to be the drunk guy from before or just another drunk wanting his ass kicked.

“Well it’s good to see you again too,” the familiar voice immediately has your head whipping around.

“Marlene?!”

~

“Well, what the fuck do you want?” Forcefully, you place a glass down in front of Marlene, the contents spilling a little onto the table you’d just cleaned. You sit across from her, arms folded over your chest and an unfriendly look on your face.

“You’re not in the best of moods, maybe I should travel across the states looking for you at a better time?” Her sarcasm is not helping your mood, and your face tells her that much. Marlene sighs deeply before taking a sip of the drink, wincing at its strength, and then continuing. “I need your help.”

You loudly scoff, on the brink of getting up from the table and just leaving there and then. Let’s just say your last interaction with Marlene was not a polite one; you’re sure you can remember her calling you a deserter and a bitch all in the same breath.

“It’s important.”

“Not a fucking chance.”

She sighs out your name before rubbing a hand over her face.

“I need you. You’re the only one I know that can do this-”

“No! No, Marlene. You fucked me over once to save your precious Fireflies, and I don’t doubt you’d do it again!” You’re both trying to be louder than the other, talking over each other like it’ll stop you from hearing what the other has to say.

“There’s a cure.” She says it too simply for it to be true.

“Bullshit!”

“Ok, there will be.” This time you’re quiet, wanting to hear what story she’s concocted to make you fall back into her business. Your silence is enough of a go ahead for her to keep going. “There’s a girl. She’s immune, and I have doctors across the country that say she is the cure for all of this.”

“So, that’s what you want? A glorified babysitter for some kid?”

“No. Something went wrong-”

“There it is.” You slam your hands onto the table, moving to your feet. You're done with the conversation, bad things tend to follow Marlene and you just don’t want to be involved this time.

“Will you just fucking sit down and listen!” You both stare at each other for far too long of a moment until you concede, sitting back in your chair. Marlene downs the remainder of her drink before she starts talking again.

“I had… some people agree to take her to a drop off point. Things went south with that crew, last I heard one of them was infected, and then nothing. I need a group to go, track them down. Make sure the girl’s still living. Take her where she needs to be.” You’re shaking your head, not believing for a second you’re actually considering this suicide mission. “I’ve already organised a group and a rendezvous point that we’ve encoded over the radio in case Jo- in case they hear it, so they know where to go.”

“And why the fuck do you need me? If I remember right, you called me a traitor for wanting something more to life than fucking Firefly chaos.”

“You’re one of the best we’ve got.” You raise an eyebrow at her. “Okay, had. Look, can you just set aside whatever shit happened between us and realise what this girl means.”

She’s really selling this in a way only Marlene can. Ultimately, you could just say no, and go back to cleaning alcohol-stained tables and piles of puke off the floor. Or… you could go, maybe be part of history, or at the very least die trying. Goddamn Fireflies and their hope.

“Fine.” Marlene’s visibly shocked by your response. “But,” her face drops again, knowing she should have expected a but, “after that, I’m done. I don’t want to hear from you again. Ever.” 

There’s just silence as you stare at one another, and then Marlene smiles before extending her hand toward you. You look at it for a moment before sighing and against your better judgment making the deal and shaking her hand.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling my friend i felt upset when it seemed like she was blowing me off?

i (18nb) have this friend M (16 week away from 17nb) friend. we became quick friends because we both moved from a journalism class to yearbook and recognized each other. we’ve been friends for over a year at this point. 

i’m in college now and they’re still in high school, and i still hang out with them. they’re one of two people who i keep in contact with from high school. We sometimes go thrifting and such together, and I do my best to not be a like. “super senior” or be creepy, but they also have some friends in freshman and sophmore year of college so it’s chill?

What happened was I wanted to go to a record shop M was very versed in going to. I asked if they could hang out on veterans day friday, because i didn’t have class or work, and school wasn’t in session that day. M said yes, but they had a “ton of homework” from classes they’d been skipping. I was okay with that, and figured since we were planning a week ahead of time they’d be okay.

Thursday rolls around, and we both stayed up till 4 am trying to get them through their homework. I was giving them college essay advice, and they got through a good chunk of the homework, but something bothered me about the fact they skipped more school that week and hadn’t done… anything. M told me that we probably couldn’t go to the record store friday, but we could meet up at a tea shop to study together because they had a birthday dinner to attend later that day.  (not Ms birthday someone else’s)

On Friday I waited for a while on them to answer me on the study session. I texted them through the day asking about it, and M kept telling me that they were eating food or doing chores. at one point i said “hey M, it’s four, don’t you have that dinner at six?” and they told me at 5:30 “oopsies i took a nap lol” we agreed to not meet up friday now, and it kind of pissed me off because it seemed like they didn’t do ANY of the homework they said they would. M went out with their friend for the friend bday dinner, and they reported to me later they couldn’t spend any money on our trip because M spent “so much money on the dinner and toys from CVS”. 

saturday we both worked, and they told me that we could absolutely meet up sunday. I finished a huge essay and several projects that day, and assumed M was also working on said homework. 

I woke up at 10 witch was the planned time to chat about going to the record store and the thrift, and got no response from M. this kinda pissed me off more because it felt now they were completely blowing me off. They then woke up at 2:45, texting me that we coundt go to the record shop because they still had homework to do because they didn’t do anything yesterday, but we could still go to a different event that was happening that day if they got all their homework done. 

Here’s where i may be the asshole. I told them that at that point i don’t think it would even be fun to go with them to the event anymore because it felt like they had been blowing me off the entire weekend. I said how they had plenty of chances over the week and weekend to finish up what they had to do, and told them it made me upset that they didn’t do anything that saturday, and that they were just messing around with my time and energy. They told me that i was a freak for “stalking their weekend” (they had Told Me all the info i had) and controlling when they were suppose to do homework. i told M i had a life too, and really wanted to go to these events with them. we got into a big argument over this where i tried to diffuse it and say i didn’t want us to break apart because of this. i told them i was sorry for micromanaging them, but that it really hurt that they completely blew me off. 

Ever since this, M hasn’t responded. I sent them a tik tok thinking once we’d cooled down a couple days later it maybe would be okay but they left me on seen. I have no clue what went wrong or if it’s just a teenage thing and just wanted to express that i was upset. AITA??? and should i reach out and apologize again??? or just leave it???? -💜

What are these acronyms?

[justmeinadaze]

Playing the Game Part 7 (Steve X Plus size reader)

Warnings: Daddy/ Dom Steve and all that that implies (I regret nothing!), The reader suggestions they try some of the more rougher stuff and the aftermath is talked about in detail. More so Steve's feelings about it. There's no actual smut in this one. More angst and feels than anything.

Word Count: 3008

Steve stares at the ceiling as you sleep softly beside him replaying the night in his head. He had come over to your place extremely frustrated after having the worst day of his life. While at work his ex and her new boyfriend decided to drop by to rent some movies. He subtly watched them out of the corner of his eye as they moved about the store. When they finally walked up to the counter Rebecca had painted fake surprise on her face. 

“Oh my god, Steve. I had nooooo idea you worked here.”

“I worked here when we were together, Rebecca.”

“Hey!” Her boyfriend pointed his boney finger at Steve. “Don’t be rude.”

After work, his dad decided to surprise him outside of his store and invited him to dinner. He spent the entire meal berating him about getting his life together.

“Steven, it’s time to grow up. You need to get a real job, make some real money, find a good woman.”

“I have a good woman.”

“Pffft, not the way I hear it.”

“Dad…”

“I know. I know. You think you’re in love but…”

Steve chugged the liquor in his glass and gestured to the waitress for another.

You moaned slightly as you rolled over on to your back. His head turned to look at you, noticing you wince as your skin moved against the sheets. He scooted over to you and pulled down the material to look at your body. Your wrists were starting to bruise from where he held you down. Your stomach, arms, and legs had little welts and teeth marks from where he sucked and bit. Your inner thighs had imprints his fingers and hands left. Steve reached over and delicately turned your head to face him. Your cheek was bright red still from where he smacked you.

He felt like an asshole. 

Your fingers run through his hair as you listen to his slightly inebriated babbling. 

“Gah! And what pisses me off the most is how her boyfriend and my dad talk to me. Shut the fuck up! I’m talking. I’m in charge of my own life. You know?”

“I know, baby. I understand.”

He leans his head against the back of your couch. “I just hate feeling out of control.” You don’t respond and his eyes scan your frame. He reaches his hand out and glides his fingers up your spine. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m just venting.”

“Do you want to feel in control?” Steve sits up straighter as you push your hair behind your ear and turn to face him. “We’ve never really talked about it. You being…MORE dominant like that.”

Steve looks at his shoes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“No, Daddy, I know. I just think it might help you. We can create a safe word and if I’m uncomfortable then I can say it and we stop. I’ve never tried anything like THAT before but I DO feel safe with you.” You reach for his chin and turn him to look at you. “I want to help.”

You never once used that safe word so he didn’t stop. He let out all of his aggression and you took it. Hell, he even made you cum more times than he could count. But looking at you now… it killed him. Steve couldn’t take this anymore. He covered you back up with the blankets after getting out of your bed, quietly dressed and left your apartment. 

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“Where is he, Robin?!”

“Y/N, for the one thousandth time, I don’t know. Keith said he was using some vacation time so he wouldn’t be coming in. I’m surprised you don’t know where he is.”

“So am I!” You huff out a breath as you try and regulate your tone. “I’ve called him but he doesn’t answer. I went to his apartment and waited outside. He never showed up. I ask around and no one has seen him. I’m worried.”

“Let’s think this through. I’m Steve. I don’t want anyone to know where I am especially my girlfriend who knows me better than anyone. I won’t be at my usual spots because, of course not. So, I would want to hide where no one would expect to ever find me. The last place I would ever want to be.”

“I know where he is.” You give Robin a big hug as you run out the door.

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You bang on the gigantic door but no one answers. 

“Someone open this door or I swear to god I will camp outside here until someone does!”

You start beating on it again until the door swings roughly open and Mr. Harrington stares down at you angrily. 

“Young lady!”

“Bill.” You push past him into the house. “Where is he?”

“Where is who?”

“Your son. Steven Harrington, you come out here right now!”

“Miss, from what I can tell he wants some time apart so you should respect his wishes.”

You start power walking through rooms, banging open doors. “Oh, what like you do? And my name is Y/N. Not ‘Miss’ or ‘Young Lady’. Steven!” You were purposely calling him by the name he hated hoping it would get enough of rise out of him to face you. 

“Maybe it’s time for you to accept that this fling you have with my son has come to end.”

“Steven! Steven Harrington, you fucking coward! Face me like a real man and make your daddy proud!” You turn to face his dad. “Not that it will matter because nothing he does for you is ever good enough.”

The last door at the end of the hall opens and Steve stares at you with a vacant expression. The relief you feel at finally finding him is replaced with fury now that you have found him. “Well look at that, Bill. Here he is.”

“I’m calling the police.”

“No, dad! I got this. Just finish getting ready for your flight.”

“And holy shit, he can speak!”, you say sarcastically as you enter his room, grabbing his shirt by the collar, and closing the door. 

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Steve folds his arms as he leans his back against the wall while you stand in the middle of what you assume was his bedroom when he used to live at home. 

“I’m going to try and remain as calm as I can but I furious with you, Steve. When I asked you if you wanted more control, I didn’t mean this. I have been looking for you everywhere and I find you here of all places.”

He doesn’t move or even look your way and you feel your blood start to boil. 

“I woke up and you were fucking gone. Not only were you gone but you disappeared. What? Did you get what you wanted from me? Were you like ‘Hey I finally got to rough her up. I guess I’m done now.’” He flinched at your words. “Steve, talk to me, god damnit!” 

He pushed himself off the door, grabbing your arm, and pulling you in front of his full-length mirror. He pulled your turtleneck sweater over your head, bringing your shirt with it. “Look at this!” Steve points to your neck before his hands run down your arms holding them up for you to look in the reflection. “Look at what I did to you!”

“Steve, that’s what the safe word is for. I didn’t use it.”

“Why?! You should have.”

You’re eyes open wide with shock. “Oh my god. This type of relationship and dynamic requires trust. It’s not just me trusting you and trusting you’ll stop when I say the word but that you trust I know when to use it! You’ve known me for almost 8 months. What makes you think I would allow you to do this to me and me not be okay with it?!”

“Did you enjoy it? Me fucking destroying your body like this.”

“Yes! Until you left me!” You put your hands on your hips. “Part of this relationship, Steve, is aftercare. You’re so good with taking care of me after we play. But the one time I really needed you to be there, you weren’t.” You grab your shirt and pull it over your head, turning your face away from him so he doesn’t see the stray tear that fell. “Look, um, maybe we should take some apart and then when you’re ready we can talk about us and, um,” You try to walk past him but he reaches out for your hand. You pull away roughly.

“Do you see the difference? This right here is fucking destroying me.”

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Two a.m. that morning you heard a small knock on your door. The tears hadn’t stopped since you got back home and sleep never came. You drag yourself out of bed, opening your front door to find Steve leaning his hands on either side of the frame. 

You say nothing as you let go of the door and walk back into the apartment. He follows you in, closing the door behind him. He stares as you kick a box towards him with your feet. 

“Here’s your stuff you’ve left here. Just take it and go.” You voice was gravelly from crying. Steve wasn’t sure if you were aware but you were wearing one of his shirts. Seeing you like this, in his clothes, in so much pain… NOW he was being an asshole. 

“Y/N, I—”

You hold your hand up to stop him. “Steve, I can’t. I can’t hear it right now. It just hurts too much. Just leave, please.”

He presses his lips together as he nods his head. “I, um… okay.” Steve picks up the small box without looking at you. He starts to leave but stops halfway as he turns his head in your direction, his tone low as he speaks. “You have every right to be mad at me. I fucked up, baby girl.” Your bottom lip trembles at the name as a tear escapes your eye. You hug your arms tighter to you. “I’m sorry.”

With that, he power walks out your door, down the hallway to the elevator. His body starts to shake with anger at himself. He hated seeing you that way, seeing you so small. Steve understood what you meant now. When you two were playing the other night you never once looked at him the way you looked at him just now. 

He wanted to scream but he was in your complex. Steve threw the box in his hand violently against the adjacent wall. He stomped on the contents, his toothbrush, clothes, and other essentials, with his foot until they were unrecognizable. 

“Steve?”

His head shot up, looking towards where you were standing outside your door. He watched as you ran towards him, jumping into his arms as he caught you, wrapping your legs around his waist. Steve carried you back into your apartment, slamming the door with his foot. He leaned his back against the wood, sliding down to the floor, bringing you with him. 

He gently lifted your head from his shoulder, pressing his forehead to yours as he wiped your eyes with his sleeve. “I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I will never, do you hear me? Never hurt you like this again.” Your heavy eyes looked into his knowing he meant what he was saying. 

Steve leaned his head back, hitting your front door with a loud thud. “Ow.” He softly smiles as an exasperated chuckle leaves your lips. He takes your hands in his as he rises off the ground, pulling you up with him. “Come on, baby.”, he whispers as he guides you to your bedroom. 

He lifts you off your feet placing you under your covers into your bed. Steve starts to head for your living room when your panicked voice stops him. “Where are you going?”

“I was just…going to sleep on the couch here.”

“You don’t want to lay with me?”

“Of course, I do.” Steve looks down at the floor in shame. “I didn’t think I deserved to.”

“Please, Daddy.” Your voice comes out so tiny it breaks his heart. He takes off his shoes, crawling under the covers beside you. You pull him tighter to you with your arms and he feels his heart crack open even further. Steve knows part of the reason you’re clinging to him is because you’re afraid he won’t be there when you wake up. 

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Steve wakes up to the feeling of you lightly pushing at his chest. “Baby, your dad is calling.” His eyes open wider, completely confused. 

“What? How did he get your number?”

“Take one guess.”

His head falls back against the pillow as he rubs his eyes. “I’m going to punch Ben in the face again. I swear to God.”

“I tried to tell him you weren’t here but…”

Steve takes the phone from your hand, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your eyes are still kind of puffy from last night and your voice is raspy. He gives you a reassuring smile before he brings the phone to his ear. 

“Dad…”

“Steven, I am not a young man. I can’t handle all this bullshit. You came to me saying you needed a break. I let you into my house before that girl came causing a scene—”

“She can’t cause a scene in front of one person.”

“DON’T interrupt me. This has to stop now.”

“What are you trying to tell me here, dad?”

“I’m telling you that either you end this little romance now or I’m cutting you off!”

You heard every word as his dad shouted it into the phone. You hugged your knees under your chin as you waited for Steve to respond. 

“Well, I guess that’s that then.”

“Good. You’ll see, son, that this is for the best. There are plenty of better fish in the sea.”

“But none like her.”

His dad grows silent and you stare at him with your mouth open. “Steve…”

“Steven. I want you to really think about this.”

“I don’t need to. I love her and there’s no dollar amount that can replace her.”

He leaned over your side of the bed and hung up the phone. You watched him as he got up, pulling his shirt over his head and flinging it to the floor. Steve came up behind you and lifted you, snaking his arms behind your back and under your knees, carrying you into your bathroom. Setting you on your feet, he gently removes your garments before turning on the shower. It isn’t long before the room is filled with steam. Steve takes off his pants and boxers. He holds his hand out to you and you take it as he helps you step into the tub. You close your eyes as the warm water hits your head.

You let out a sigh when you feel Steve’s long fingers massage your shampoo into your scalp. His hands cup your face as he gently tilts your head back into the waterfall emitting from the shower. You open your eyes again when you sense a sudden change in the atmosphere. You glance down to see Steve on his knees in front of you, focused as he runs the soapy washcloth along your body. 

His eyes trace along the faint bruising still imprinted on your skin. He leans forward, softly placing kisses over every mark he finds. You reach down and run your fingers through his damp hair.

“Steve, you didn’t have to do that. With your dad.”

He rises to his feet as he continues gliding the cloth along your body and up your arms. You search the eyes staring at your body but the only emotion you see is care; care for you. You grip his face with your hands. That familiar fire slowly starts to blaze through.

“He can cut me off. I don’t care. I’d rather live in a box on the street than a fancy upscale place without you.” You start to open your mouth but he gives you a look of stern warning. He’s made his choice. A small laugh leaves his lips. “Plus, I’ve never met someone who talked back to my dad the way you did.” He mimics your voice. “It’s Y/N. Not Miss or Young Lady!”

You playfully punch his chest as Steve laughs a bit harder. “There was a part of me that wanted him to call you ‘Little Girl’ to see how you’d react.” Out of habit an annoyed growl escaped your throat. Suddenly a thought hit you. 

“Steve, oh my god. I was shouting ‘Steven’ hoping it would get you to come out. I know you hate it but—”

He cut you off by bring his mouth down on yours. “I know. I didn’t make things easy for you. I don’t blame you. No punishment required.” He smiles down at you mockingly.

“Maybe just a little bit?” He chuckles as he pulls you to him wrapping his arms around you. “Maybe,” you tilt your face up to meet his gaze. “Maybe Daddy needs to punished.” Your teeth bite on your bottom lip as you feel his cock press up against your thigh. “For running away and hiding. Making this little one worry.”

Your fingers glide up his arms and down his chest. “I think your right. I do need to be reprimand.” Steve leans behind you and turns off the shower. “I am a practice what you preach kind of guy.” He steps out of the tub, extending his hand for you to follow. Placing a towel over your head he shakes it through your hair eliciting a giggle from you. 

“If the tables were turned, I know you would expect me to do the same so,” Steve dries himself and throws the towel you two used on the floor. He makes a sweeping gesture with his arm towards your bedroom. “Baby Girl, if you please. Teach me lesson.”

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@eddiethesexy @sammy-is-not-smiley @spungen-tirxie

[purifycantyouhelpme]

Poison Was The Cure | Chapter 3 | Dave Mustaine x Reader

Word count: ??? A03 Link<3 Author's Note: I’m sorry that the chapter was rushed. I just wanted to get the chapter over with and also NSFW warning 0-0

At Crescent Taekwondo, Dave’s P.O.V I came out of the fitting room, wearing my Martial Arts uniform and I was waiting for Marty to come out. I turned my head to look at (Y/N) from afar, (Y/N) was sitting down on the floor, waiting for me I suppose. Then I noticed that she was talking to Junior. It seems like they were flirting or he was flirting with her. My (Y/N) will never flirt with Junior. She’s disinterested and wants to talk to me, not Junior. I approached them, glaring at him while trying to hide my mean persona. Before Junior even turned his head to face me, (Y/N) was blushing. “Hey, Dave.” Junior smiled. That smile of his is pissing me off. “Junior…” I reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him closer to me, away from (Y/N). “Do you mind if I use you to teach people about Martial Arts?” I slowly squeeze his arm a bit. “Sure, pal.” Junior put his hand on my shoulder. “Step this way, partner,” I smiled at him and pointed at the middle of the floor. This is an excuse to “hit” him for flirting with (Y/N).

Everyone was staring at me and Marty, waiting for the tutorial to begin. “Alright, the first step to Martial Arts is observation, okay?” I told them. “If you try a move without observing, you will make mistakes. We don’t want mistakes, especially early on.” Marty finished my sentence for me. “Allow me to demonstrate,” I said. I performed the front kick on Junior. “Ow!” Junior yelled as I had a slight smile on my face. “What Dave did was the front kick,” Marty told them. “You gotta keep your feet apart and lift your knee to your chest. Then snap your foot out.” “And aim for the midsection,” Marty performed the front kick on Junior. “Ow!” Junior hunched over. It's so satisfying seeing him getting hurt. “Now, we're gonna show you guys how to do the Mount Escape.” I raised my voice.

After teaching them a couple of moves, we were both getting exhausted and decided to end it “Alright, you guys can go now,” I told them. They were getting up and leaving the building. “Get up, Junior.” Marty reached his hand out for Junior who was in pain. “Until next time–” I cut myself off because I wasn’t expecting (Y/N) to leave at all. I wanted her to stay longer but we all have our lives. She has to go to her job.

At Emily Marie Mustaine’s house, Dave’s P.O.V. Going to my Mom’s house was a bad idea but I know that she will scold me for not talking to her in a while and I don’t want to deal with that. I ringed the doorbell, waiting for my mom to open the door. She opened the door, she had a mean look on her face. I tried to fake my smile to her. “Hello… Mother.” I said, my tone filled with enthusiasm. “I just came in to say hi–” “Have you got a girlfriend yet?” She asked me in a rude tone. Of course she would asked me that. My mom is one of those who expects their child to be perfect and good at everything parents. “Well… I–” I was stumbling my words. “Don’t come talking to me until you have a girlfriend.” She crossed her arms. “And make sure she’s Christian.” She continued. I couldn’t say that (Y/N) is my girlfriend to her because she doesn’t like (Y/N). She isn’t good for me and the family, what my mom said to me. I’m getting fed up with her, I can’t keep on this fake nice persona for too long. I sighed and said, “Yes, Mother.” I slammed the door on my way out. God, I hate my mom so much. I don’t know why I try to get along with her, it's never going to work out.

July 2002 At a drum store, Diana’s P.O.V. As I walked into the entrance of the drums store, I felt an overwhelming surge of happiness in me. “Finally! We’re finally here.” I shouted. “Yay….” Dave yawned as he crossed his arms, eyes drooping. Hate dealing with him sometimes. “Geez, who pissed in your cheerios?” I rolled my eyes at him and crossed my arms as well. “I’m tired, Diana.” Dave took a sip of his water. “We’re not gonna be here that long anyways.” I lied to him.

After about 20 minutes of looking around in the store, I brought some drumsticks and a few snares. As I set them on the counter, there’s a picture frame of that Nick Menza guy on the front counter. I know it was Nick because it has the words, Nicholas Menza, on it and his birthdate and death date. I tugged on Dave’s shirt and asked, “Is this the Nick guy you talk about?” Dave looked at the photo for a bit before responding with, “Yeah, I forgot that he used to come here often.” I grabbed the picture frame and stared at it. “It's really sad that he died so young, you know?” I said softly, trying to be all sad. I kept talking about Nick, not knowing that Dave wasn’t listening to me. He was looking through the window. Now he’s getting on my nerves. “Dave!” I punched him in the shoulder. “Ow!” He yelled as he started to rub his shoulder, giving me an angry look. “I was talking to you.” I said, my fist clenched. “What were you looking at anyways?” I asked him and I peep through the window. I saw (Y/N) helping someone. I know who (Y/N) is. Dave talks about her and I have met her a few times. She’s really nice and kinda pretty but she bugs me out. “Oh,” I smacked my lips.

At Dave’s house Opening the door to my house, I was exhausted. I wanted to lie down in my bed so bad. Man, I wished I didn’t hang out with Diana today. She pretty much wasted my time. I’m getting so tired of hanging out with Diana. I have more important stuff to do than even talk to her. Before I lay on my bed, I went through some of the stuff, looking for a picture of (Y/N). Looking at a picture of her will surely help me feel less shitty. After going through the box of (Y/N)’s stuff that I stole from her like her clothes, panties, bras, and a toothbrush, I finally grab a photo of (Y/N). I remember this day, it was summer. We were hanging out outside and having a fun time, despite us sweating immensely. I forgot where we were in this photo but I don’t care. I’m only focusing on (Y/N), she was so hot in her lace top and jeans. I gazed at the image for roughly 30 seconds until I could feel my arousal building. I can’t help myself, can I?

Finally, I got on my bed while holding the picture in my right hand and reaching for my pants in my left hand. I slowly unbutton my pants with my left hand until I reach my hard dick. As I started to stroke myself, images of her pretty face and curvy body flashed through my head. “I wish she was here.” I moaned. The thoughts were consuming me immensely, just pure desire. Each stroke was bringing me closer and closer to release followed by my loud breathing. I picked the pace of my strokes, leaning my head back a little. “I’m cumming, (Y/N)…” I muttered as I came all over the photo. Staring at a picture of (Y/N) did make me feel less terrible but my exhaustion is still there.

[soshiharin]

Girls’ Generation’s Harin Reveals Her “First” Everything | Teen Vogue

posted: 17 july 2021

word count: 1.0k

warnings: none that i can think of

an: i was too lazy to make a youtube thumbnail. so sorry, so sorry. words in bold are korean. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐

harin’s masterlist // interviews

“Hi, I’m Harin,” she introduced herself, waving at the camera. “And I’m here with Teen Vogue to tell you about my firsts.”

[First thought today]

“It’s five a.m.” Harin laughed. “I woke up at five a.m. and I checked the time on my phone and I was pissed. I was livid. My actual first thought definitely had cuss words upon cuss words in it, but somewhere in there, I thought ‘It’s five a.m.’”

[My first CD]

Harin blew raspberries as she thought. “I don’t know.” She shook her head slightly as she laughed. “Oh, wait! I think it was Spiceworld by Spice Girls. Yeah, it was.” She nodded enthusiastically. “My dad and I went out and we passed a music store and I asked if we could go in, he said yes, I saw the album, that’s that. I don’t even think I was a fan of Spice Girls. I think I just wanted–” she chuckled as she continued speaking– “to buy something. I ended up being obsessed with them, though, so… Thanks, dad.”

[First Role]

“My first role is– so not a lot of people know this, actually.” She laughed. “In The Parent Trap, I played tie-dye girl.” She sucked her teeth. “Um, my mum’s colleague’s daughter, or something, was a casting director and she told my mum’s colleague about the movie and that they were looking for an actress to play the… um, Annie and Hallie and I jokingly asked my mum if I could audition and she jokingly said yes, so my mum’s colleague sent her daughter my audition tape and I didn’t get the roles because I was too young. I was, like, eight years old, I think. But I was asked to send in another tape for tie-dye girl and I got the role and went with my dad to live in Crestline for a month, I think it was.” She sighed. “That’s how I started in the showbiz industry. And then I didn’t act for eleven years.”

[First time I was recognised in public]

“At a convenience store in 2008,” Harin answered quickly. “It’s still to this day one of my favourite fan interactions. I was with Yuri, my member,” she explained, “and we were just getting snacks for our dorm and this little girl — she couldn’t have been older than six years old — she asked if we were Girls’ Generation, we said yes and her mum told us that she had been practising the dance to Into The New World and asked if she could show us, which…” She stared at the camera. “She could’ve said she wanted to show me a knife trick and I would’ve sat down and watched her. But we sang the song so she could do the dance and she was so cute!” Harin cooed, furrowing her eyebrows. “I genuinely wanted to ask her mom if I could keep her. I wonder where she is now. She’s gotta be, like…” She twisted her face as she calculated. “Eighteen or nineteen? That’s mental!” Harin stared at the camera, her mouth dropped open.

[First job]

“My first was, technically, The Parent Trap, but I babysat.” Harin nodded, smirking. “I was in the drama department in school and we needed to pay for the costumes we’d wear so I babysat on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday to make money. I was going to also babysit on Sundays, but, in my house, Sundays were rest days. My dad wouldn’t do work, my mum had the day off, my brother lounged around at home so I quickly realised that babysitting then would not work because everything was so chill so I didn’t want to work,” she explained. “Sometimes people would pay me extra if they absolutely needed a babysitter on a Sunday, though.”

[First person I text when I get exciting news]

Harin laughed. “This one is… I tell my family,” she answered after thinking for a moment. “And my members. But I usually tell them after about a week,” Harin admitted, lowering her head in shame. “I’m so used to not telling people my business,” she explained as she raised her head. “Everybody hates it, but I like to keep things to myself before I tell others. I like to enjoy things by myself.”

[First song I wrote]

“I think it was called Snowflake,” she answered. “And it was about how I missed the snow when my family moved to Brescia. I wrote it kind of like a musical theatre song because I had been watching so many musicals, so it was very dramatic.”

[First tattoo]

“My first tattoo is my last name, Jang,” Harin revealed. “I got it with my parents when I was nineteen. They came to Korea and my mum was like ‘Let’s get a tattoo!’ And I was like ‘Let’s do it!’” She laughed. “My brother also got the tattoo when he turned eighteen.”

[First big splurge]

“It was a bag, that cost ₩400 000. I got it for my mum for Mothers’ Day in 2010 and immediately after swiping my card, I felt the money leave.” She laughed. “My chest got tight, I felt dizzy… When I got in the car, I just laid down across the backseat. I hope that bag becomes a family heirloom.”

[First role model]

“My first role model was my mum,” Harin answered, smiling sweetly. “She worked really hard and I was just always in awe of her. I still am! I keep telling her she doesn’t have to work so hard anymore and that I can take care of her and my dad, but she insists. We’ve had our disagreements, of course, but I love her so much.” She nodded.

[First pet]

“My parents already had a cat when I was born. His name was Hoochoo. Which means Pepper because it was grey.” Harin cleared her throat. “We gave her to my aunt when we moved to England, though. Apparently, I cried and wouldn’t let go of him,” she admitted with a laugh.

“Thank you so much for watching,” she said, doing the outro. “I hope you enjoyed getting to know a bit more about me. Don’t forget to check out my solo debut, These nights and don’t forget to subscribe to Teen Vogue. Bye, I love you darlings. Mwah!” Harin blew a kiss to the camera before waving goodbye.

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