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[fromjannah]

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[luna-the-moth]

Crimson Rivulets (SFW) Pt.1

Alright, since Lucifer won first place in the poll, I’ll start off with the Avatar of Pride himself! This was supposed to be a hc/scenario, but I suppose this jumped out at me! GN! reader, and SFW. This’ll be a series, so I’ll link each part as they come out! 

Word count: 2.1k words

This is a Vampire!Lucifer AU and (SFW) Modern! CEO Lucifer AU

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Vampire!Lucifer AU (SFW)

A pureblood vampire, scorned by his father, and cast out with his siblings. From a young age, Lucifer had learned to take care of himself, along with his brothers. As the eldest, he felt a strong urgency and need to shield and protect his siblings, at any cost. Even at the expense of his pride.

Before stepping out of his father’s light, Lucifer had been one of the most prestigious vampires; the most sought-after. Fellow purebloods, half-bloods, and turned vampires alike had flung themselves at him, left and right.

In truth, Lucifer had no interest in any of them. Why would he distract himself, when he was supposed to inherit the family business and fortune? As the eldest son of the household, he was expected to be the pinnacle of class, intelligence; the embodiment for everything a pureblood represents.

He was known by many titles and honorifics, having obtained various positions of high status throughout his eternal lifetime. Governor, count, high priest, etc. But the name you know him as now, is Lucifer, CEO of Morningstar Corp.

The same Morningstar Corp., where you were going to apply for. Specifically, the open occupation of a personal assistant. You had been searching for a job close to the city, with decent benefits and stability. Which is quite odd, as Lucifer was known for his short temper, and had a reputation of going through assistants at least once a month.

Along with the fact that he was one of the most influential businessmen, it added an extra reason to be cautious. After all, he could make or break you, and if he didn’t like you? Say goodbye to all future job potential. His influence spread across the country, connections with almost every important figure of power.

The position offered a higher-than-average salary, and benefits of high worth. It was a gamble, but if fate smiled down on you, it may as well be one of the best opportunities of your life. Well, it was, but not in the way you expected.

Adjusting your tie slightly, you entered the doors of the building, a pleasant demeanor sweeping over your features. You had to be poised and professional, after all, this was a multi-billion company, if you weren’t your best, failure was guaranteed.

You had worn a simple outfit, contrasting to the corporation’s high-class, expensive atmosphere. But you were just applying to be an personal assistant after all, behind the scenes; so you wore a professional outfit, that wouldn’t stand out.

Arriving just on time for your interview, you took the elevator to the 27th floor, as the receptionist had instructed. With smooth, light jazz playing in the small space, your mind wandered to the possibility of what would happen if the job was granted to you.

Would Lucifer be a haughty, conceited, arrogant boss to work for?

Snorting, you thought, “Of course he is, he’s Lucifer Morningstar, CEO of one of the most prestigious companies in the country, why wouldn’t he be?”

Ping!

Interrupted by the signal of arrival from the elevator, you took in a deep breath, and stepped out of the elevator, hope in your heart.

The interview had gone fairly smoothly, as you answered the questions in a concise, polite manner. It was surprisingly less nerve wracking, besides the fact that your interviewer looked like he wanted to bite you-

At least, he had seemed like it. With mesmerizing, and hungry forest green eyes, you felt yourself gravitating towards him. Although, you quickly reminded yourself that this was a professional setting, and you were applying for an interview.

Seemingly pleased with your responses, the interviewer bade you goodbye as you left the office, a mysterious smirk gracing his features. Leaving the room, the image of him stayed in your mind for days, the intensity and calculation in his gaze haunting you, luring you in.

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For a few days, you had idly scrolled through other job listings, as you didn’t want to rely on the Morningstar Corp. application. After all, you were just one of many applicants, it’d be foolish to place all your hope into that one position.

After another day or two, you got a callback. They had accepted your application, and Mr. Satan, your interviewer, had wanted you to come back and sign the official papers, along with a tour of the building.

With hope in your heart, and a lightness in your step, you entered the skyscraper of a building once again, an air of confidence about you. Well, a sense of security and assurance would be a more accurate description.

Walking down the clean, polished hallway of the 34th floor, your thoughts wandered. However, they were abruptly stopped when you heard a stern voice ring out, prideful and condescending.

“Yes, and? It’s almost pitiful, how lousy you are with your job. I hired you as an interviewer, yet all of your choices have been fired or left on their own accord.

Honestly, since you are one of the most educated and competent halfbloods, I thought you would at least have some potential. If you can’t even find a decent personal assistant for me, I see no potential for you here at Morningstar Corp.”

In an open conference room, you saw a young man, with blond hair, and seemed to be his mid twenties. With a scowl on his face, narrowed eyes were directed towards the man in front of you.

Ah, it was your interviewer, you had realized. Who else had such enchanting, deep green eyes? Focus, you chastised yourself.

“Oh please, you drive off even the most patient of assistants! Speaking of personal assistants, you can’t just call them ‘degenerate, insolent worms not worth the dirt on your shoes, much less your investment,’ because they brewed your coffee a little too long, sir.

If you weren’t such an entitled, demanding pureblood, I’d-”

Wait- pureblood?

As he was about to fire off an insult, his gaze darted towards you, eyes seemingly gazing into your soul. Your breath hitched, words barely being able to force themselves out of your throat.

“Ah, my apologies, I didn’t mean to interrupt, I’ll be back later-”

Hastily turning on your heel, you attempted to leave, but were stopped by a commanding voice behind you. Immediately, you had recognized him. The same voice you had heard over and over, in press conferences, and various ceremonies.

“Just where do you think you’re going?”

You turned around, suddenly anxious and on edge. Something about that voice made you shiver in fear, and...delight?

Lucifer was dressed in a dark navy blue suit, with corresponding dress pants, along with a crisp, white dress shirt, hidden under a dark blue not unlike that of the suit. To add on, a black tie was adorned around his neck, with black dress shoes.

Wow Y/n, the first thing you think about when confronted by one of the most powerful businessmen in the country, is about how hot you think his voice is, and that collar- Get yourself together!

Blinking once, your gaze meets that of a blood-red one, almost hypnotic. A deep, bloody red that was similar to that of roses, or perhaps rivulets of blood. Almost like the blood red eyes of a vampire, found in fantasy novels and mythological stories.

Although, maybe he was one, since Satan had mentioned him being a ‘pureblood,’ if I recall correctly. That could mean anything, though.

Nonetheless, you quickly snapped your focus back to the present, as you had realized you had been staring into his eyes for maybe a bit too long. With burning red staining the tips of your ears, you replied with a slight waver in your voice,

“I was just about to leave and reschedule my appointment with Mr. Satan, as it seemed the two of you were busy, Mr. Morningstar.”

Staring at each other’s eyes for what seemed like forever, Lucifer smirked, breaking the hold on your gaze to glance back at Satan. With a dignified air around him, his moniker of “The Peacock” seemed quite fitting.

“Is this the new assistant you were speaking of, Satan?”

Scowling, he nodded curtly.

“Yes, this is Y/n L/n, your newest personal assistant. Out of all of your previous assistants, they’re the most qualified, and seem to align with your standards the most. I have faith in them.”

Taken aback by the blatant praise, you dipped your head in a gesture of thanks and gratitude.

Lucifer observed with a slightly curious gaze, masked behind a cover of apathetic, uninterested layers of emotions. It was rare for Satan to praise anyone, much less a new assistant.

He couldn’t deny that his curiosity was piqued; after all, he held Satan’s opinion in high regard, arguments aside. If he believed in your capabilities, you had to have at least some merit.

As much as Lucifer would like to deny it, he was a demanding boss, especially since his levels of stress were through the roof. Hell, if he was human, he’d be dead from overworking and lack of rest. Fortunately for the undead immortal, he wasn’t.

“I see, well Y/n, why don’t you finish up the required paperwork with Satan, and he’ll give you a tour afterwards. Your first day of work starts this coming Monday, be here at 7AM, sharp.”

Turning away, you stole a glimpse his face once more before Lucifer left, leaving you and Satan.

Letting out a breath you hadn’t known you were holding in, you turned to Satan, mind clouded with thoughts flurried, flying through your head.

With  charming smile and a certain glint in his eye, Satan gestured to the conference room, with papers and files ready on the table.

“Shall we?”

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Monday, 6:50 AM

Arriving at the building, you were huffing, as you had rushed over. Your morning had been fairly quiet, but the real issue was with traffic.

There was a car crash on your route to work, and it nearly made you late, added with the fact that parking spots were far and few to find, it was a miracle you had made it on time.

However, the sight that greeted you when you stepped into the polished office was...something, to say the least.

The first thing you noticed was a wave of iron and rust permeating your senses, filling your nostrils and causing light-headedness.

On Lucifer’s desk, sat vials of blood, and the man in question, had his fangs inserted through a vial. seeming to drink the blood through his fangs.

With closed eyes and a contented look on his face, Lucifer seemed to drink the blood like a mere cup of tea, nonchalant.

Letting out a noise of surprise, you clapped a hand over your mouth in shock; your boss was a vampire, just like from the manga you had read....

Lashes fluttering open, Lucifer looks at you with . Removing his fangs from the vial,  he swiped his tongue along his fangs, not letting a drop of blood go to waste.

Setting it down, he placed his head on his propped hand in a bored manner, a contempt expression worn smugly across his face.

“Right on time, L/n. Since today’s your first day on the job, I’ll give you a simple task. Prepare a coffee with 18 shots of espresso, a dash of milk, and a caffeine booster.

Afterwards, you will stop by the clinic on the 13th floor, and collect a vial of Aspherion from the medicinal vault. The identification program should have your information set, and should be able to identify you by the card Satan gave you previously.”

Standing in shock, your eyes were wide with surprise, firstly, because your new boss was a vampire; also, that is an inhuman amount of caffeine, how the fuck has he not died yet- plus, having a vampiric boss wasn’t included in the contract.

No wonder the benefits were so great, he was gonna drink your blood like a fucking juice box.

“What in the world? First of all, my name’s Y/n, and I would appreciate if you would call me as such. Secondly, a vampire? Do you really think I’m just going to accept that, no question?”

Incredulous, you had gestured your hands in a dramatic fashion, genuinely offended that your new boss had thought you were going to take in this new information within seconds, and be completely fine with it.

Sighing with a look of irritation flashing across his features, he gestured for you to sit in an empty seat, proceeding to prop his chin on his hands. In his eyes, shone curiosity, and a challenge.

“Fine. What would you like to know?”

[babytortie]

peaches

peaches ❘ richie tozier x reader.

summary: in which richie can't remember his one night stand from a party last night and he tries to find her at school. his only memory of the reader is the smell of peach perfume.

warnings: some fluff and smut. <3

contains: flashback scenes that are bold and italicized. hair tugging, loooots of teasing and begging, rough-ish and unprotected sex.

* all characters ( including reader ) of the loser's club are seniors and 18 in this one-shot.

~ 2.8k words.

it was after a class in the middle of the day right before lunch when richie gave up searching and walked right up towards the marsh girl. "hey beverly, you're a girl.”

the other members of the losers club already made their way towards the cafeteria, this leaving beverly standing alone at the lockers. currently, she was putting away the book from her last class when richie ambushed her and this caused her to turn around and face the cause of disruption.

beverly answered full of sarcasm and with a raised eyebrow, confused by the random comment. “that i am, nice observation trashmouth.” the red head paused what she was doing to adjust the belt around her waist.

richie rolled his eyes and snickered. “i know and it’s like not like have could of missed it too, with your hair grown out again and all.”

with the book on the shelf of her locker, she grabbed the jacket that she wore earlier since the group tended to have their lunch break outside. the red head slammed the door closed after this and richie jumped at the sudden action. beverly bit back a giggle and fiddled around with the combination again so it was at random. “alright tozier what’s up with you? what do you want?”

richie leaned back onto the lockers once he realized they weren’t going to move for a moment. afterwards, crossing one combat boot foot over the other to stand in an unbothered stance with a smirk playing on his lips to cover up the hesitation. “what makes you think i want something?” tozier questioned.

beverly pursed her lips while looking at richie and grabbed his arm. she led him towards the side door so they could go outside. the red head crouched down and sat on the steps, he followed after she handed him a cigarette.

after lighting it and breathing out a puff of smoke beverly sighed. “ok richie, just tell me. you were doing that thing you do when your nervous 'cause you put your hand in the jean jacket pocket.” she paused to copy his usual movement to demonstrate. “and you subtly play with the cigarettes box you keep in there. only a smoking addict would know something like that.” beverly laughed.

the other teen raised his hands up into the air and formed a surrendering gesture. “fine, fine you caught me! don’t tell eds please. he’ll yell at me again and as punishment i won’t see his mother for days.”

the redhead girl slapped his shoulder and chuckled. “you and sonia, geez. one day eddie is going to burst and you’ll never want to mess with him again.”

“until then, kaspbrak’s mine to tease.” richie smirked, leaning over into the elbows on knees position. he had a few more puffs left until the stick was done and the two sat in silence to finish up their smoke break.

almost two minutes later, marsh got up and threw the stub into the grass. richie threw his and the heel of his boot crushed it. while brushing off his jeans, she spoke up. “well, tell me what was wrong earlier so we can go eat with the others. ben will come looking soon.”

richie let out a small, nervous laugh while thinking of the right thing to say. “this is awkward as hell but do you know anyone ‘round here that wears peach perfume?”

this shocked beverly marsh. the trashmouth of the group was never interested in learning about somebody. always in his own world and full of secrets when it came to girls. it was a very strange turn of events for somebody like him. “why do you want to know that?”

“tell me what you want peaches.” tozier uttered in between a sloppy kiss. the two of you were out of breath from constantly making out, lips brushing against each other. it was messy with his tongue and yours taking turns, fighting for control.

your lips were puffy and red when you broke apart. hand still on the side of his face, finger rubbing alongside his jaw bone. sometime earlier he moved your shirt so it was rucked up past your chest, lilac bra showing and all. he kissed the middle, right in the cleavage spot and you giggled. “stop it!”

“all you have to do is let me know what you want toots.” he smirked and looked at you. his brown eyes reflecting back into yours, an unusual shade that he was memorized by.

what he didn’t know was that y/n y/l/n knew richie tozier. well, you knew of him. never being able to get close enough to say something to him before. he was either always around his friends or you were just too nervous to go up to him before. it was by chance that you and him were in this position right now.

you were sort of like stanley uris. the two of you were partners in science and it wasn’t hard to take note on how much of a perfectionist that he was. the materials were aligned together, straight, and spaced out the same amount in difference. uris always wiped down the table you shared with him and smoothed out any globs or specks that was left behind.

though it wasn’t the fact you wanted everything perfect, it was that you didn’t like change. always the shy, naïve girl not wanting to commit with anything serious. sure, you had some hookups and a boyfriend but it’s been almost a year since.

acting out was never in the cards but here you were at a party about to have sex with richie, richie tozier. your cheeks reddened at the thought and you tried to hide it by leaning into his kiss again. he took the opportunity of you being distracted to sneak his hand down and play with the hem of your lace panties.

“there, more please.” you practically begged into his mouth when his hand reached down further, fingers brushing against the bundle of nerves. you pulled him in closer by tugging on his unruly curly hair at the nape of his neck.

richie broke the kiss again, replying to your statement with a “tsk, tsk.” in return of your partial response, the palm of his hand cupped almost too perfectly around your breast. while slightly squeezing he smirked when you let out a gasp.

it was almost too much to handle so you swatted away his hand and he chuckled. “then tell me something peaches. do you want me to take these off?” he asked you and once again moved his pointer finger along the whole front hem of your panties. wetness pooled down between your thighs and you let out a half-groan and half-moan in response.

you bit your lip to contain the moans and richie moved his hand to brush a strand of hair out of your face. you looked up at him and playfully glared. “yes, please just take them off already and fuck me.”

he cackled at beverly’s sudden glare. ”yeah, so help me out here would you?” richie pleaded and for good measure he leaned over to ruffle her hair, making it all frizzy.

“wait you don’t know her name but you know what she smells like?” beverly asked but she saw him grinning and was immediately disgusted. “oh, that’s why you disappeared at the party. gross!”

“only if you admit i’m your best friend in the whole wide world and that hershey’s is better than reese’s pieces.” she smirked in retaliation, running her hands through the red strands to smooth them back out.

“sorry, unless your name is eddie kaspbrak, i can't tell you that and no they aren't!” tozier teased and stuck his tongue out as they walked back towards the school door.

tozier looked down then back up quickly. “listen, i don’t want to tell the others yet in case it doesn’t work out. uh, but i think there may have been a connection with this girl from the party last night?” he said, more questionably then for certain.

the red head teen opened up the door and they walked back in, passing the locker’s again as she chuckled. “okay richie i tried. anyway, i think the girl you’re looking for is y/n y/l/n. she moved here a few months ago. she’s in english with bill and stan is her partner in science. then again maybe y/n’s not interested being as she ran out after waking up and seeing the trashmouth next to her.”

richie bent down to the marsh girl’s level and placed a kiss on her cheek. she gagged and used the bottom of her jacket to wipe her face. “ew, it’s all slobbery!” while beverly was busy wiping off her face, he winked. taking this as an opportunity to run ahead while snickering, “you love me!”

his face came back up, licking his lips with an almost feral grin. “taste like peaches too.” you shook your head and laughed softly. richie grabbed your hands and put them above your head, interlocking one with his own. the other he used to keep his body upright. you moved your head from the pillow to kiss him when he aligned himself up and pushed inside, catching your loud gasp with his lips.

he stayed there for a moment and let you adjust. all you could hear was the faint thumping of the music coming from the speakers downstairs. you kissed him with everything you had, teeth clashing together and fighting for dominance.

you felt so needy from your lips locking with his and not wanting to let go, ever. you moved your hand that wasn’t holding his, to the side of his face, finger rubbing along the jaw bone. “you can move.”

”sorry, what was that?” he looked at you and played dumb. wanting you to beg him for more. richie knew you were sensitive and pressed his hips down on top of yours and successfully put down just enough pressure.

”move now before i change my mind.” you smirked and then your lips formed into the shape of an ‘o’. tozier pulled out and slammed his hips roughly back into yours. “shit!” you moved your hips up to meet his rough thrusts quickly when he moved faster.

richie let go of you to wedge his hand between your legs, spreading your thighs wider and you felt a whole new sensation. it was as if he went in deeper, hitting you in all the right motions. ”i think i found it peaches.” he half-smirked and half-smiled when he heard you practically purring, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

“fuck you.” you whimpered, tugging onto tozier’s hair and he let out a loud groan. you tried to meet his thrusts, feeling euphoria. he wrapped his right hand around your throat not to tight but just enough to leave your airway open. his other hand pushed you back into the bed.

that only resulted in another moan because he pressed against your stomach, right where you could feel him pushing into you. ”that’s what you're doing toots.” he smirked. moving his hand back down, richie used the back of his thumb and put it over your clit, rubbing you quickly into another orgasm.

roughly three hours later, richie was walking quickly through the halls before y/n left for the day. he didn’t want to find you at lunch while his friends were around and he shared zero classes with her so the end of the day was his only option.

y/n was standing by the door from her last class and talking with her friend about an upcoming project they were just paired into doing together. “i think we should go with the easy topic, that way we’d be done quicker?” you shrugged.

“well, the teacher did say if we pick the second column of ideas, we’d get more credit. though we already have decent grades, right? so yeah it’s fine with me.” her friend nodded in agreement.

while the two girls chatted for a moment more before departing a curly haired richie tozier snuck up on them. right when he stood behind you, richie could instantly smell the perfume. “peaches?”

before your backpack strap could slide down, you adjusted it and turned around, eyes widening. he was also taken aback but by how beautiful you were, something the alcohol didn’t let him realize the night before. “i’ll catch up with you later about this weekend.” you spoke then walked away quickly without waiting for a response. you felt so on edge, swearing that your heart just skipped a beat. it was like you could jump out from your own chest right now.

you remembered last night so vividly that when you woke up, you realized something. not wanting to have your feelings crushed, you gathered up your clothes and quickly dressed into them. your outing was a bit too fast since you still couldn’t find your pair of panties but ditching them was the only thing you could think of doing before he got up.

the two of you found a spot and stood in one of the corners in the hall, him backing you up against the wall like prey. not knowing what to say kept you quiet until he finally spoke up. “so, i think you missed these before you left earlier?” he smirked, grabbing the pair of lilac panties to your matching bra from his front pocket and held them up by his pointer finger.

quickly looking behind him to see nobody paying attention, you snatched them from his hand with a glare. “not funny, tozier.” you grabbed the backpack from your shoulder and unzipped it, stuffing them down into the bottom.

“oh, so since you know who i am, can i have your name now?” he pouted, big doe eyes looking at you. he bounced a bit on his combat boots, anticipating a response. though richie didn’t express it, he was a bit nervous you would reject him.

“you see usually people learn the other’s name before going down on them, but from what i remember you were too busy taking off my clothes to care.” you retorted, eyebrow raised and hand on your hip to get the point across.

he scoffed in disbelief, tapping his finger on his chin for a moment and smiled. “oh, sweet cheeks. you came onto me, all over trashmouth.” he put his arms out, gesturing to his body.

you rolled your eyes. “look, ‘trashmouth’.” you put your sleeve up to your lips, stifling a laugh at the name then continued. “i was a bit tipsy and not myself. plus, i didn’t want to have that awkward morning conversation, ya know?”

tozier knotted his eyebrows together, confused as to why it would be an unwanted chat. “uh, what? not following.” you looked at him and his brown eyes were almost sparkling in curiosity.

not knowing what to say you shrugged and looked down, playing with the weaved grey and black bracelet that was on your wrist. “well, i don’t mean to judge but you’re a player. i see you flirt with all the girls here and figured this was a one-time thing?”

now it was richie’s turn to look down, feeling a bit ashamed. he saw you fidgeting and grasped your hand, lacing his fingers through yours to hold. figuring it would calm you down but instead your breath hitched and you swallowed before thinking of what to say again.

the curly haired brunette saved you from that and spoke up first. “there’s no need to have that talk if you don’t want to. i was thinking we could see a movie sometime soon instead peaches?”

“is the trashmouth asking me out?” you asked, a bit shocked. you tried to play cool by mocking him from his previous statement.

he squeezed your hand slightly and tapped his foot twice from the anxious adhd he had inherited. “i guess i am that is if you want to?”

you were about to respond but realized he didn’t even know your name yet. did he know that? “well, actually before i say anything, my name is y/n y/l/n.”

“i already knew since i found out from one of my friends earlier, beverly marsh. i think you know her? anyway, she told me.” he said simply as if it were no big deal. though earlier he claimed the lack of not knowing your name. he greeted you with the name peaches and the both of you knew this.

you gasped and let go of his hand to slap his arm instead. “but you said you didn���t know my name! you’re full of surprises, aren’t you tozier?”

richie grinned. “oops and why is everyone hitting me today?” asking himself more then you. “so, what do you say peaches. me and you on friday?”

you paused to pretend you were thinking of an answer, though you already knew a yes would come out from your mouth. “i guess i can fit you into my schedule.”

a joke was already forming to show you the fact of why richie had his famous name and he smirked. “maybe fit me into other places too?”

you rolled your eyes, taking his hand in yours once again, and pulled him in the direction of your locker. “don’t push it tozier.”

he leaned down to peck your cheek and uttered so quietly you almost didn’t hear. “that’s what she said.”

© babytortie on tumblr + wattpad.

[cayofdreams]

I Can See It in Your Eyes

Summary: You’re a full-fledged cold-blooded villain, but Dabi suspects otherwise. And he knows just the way to get you to prove your loyalty…and your faith.

Words: 3.7k

Rating: 🌊 Explicit, Smut

Warnings: cursing, virginity (not very explicit), deep-throating, choking, heavy breath-play (receiving), asphyxiation, God complex, dark ending

Notes: Was supposed to just be a smutty angsty drabble to release some anger from the day. Oh well. Enjoy my rage~

 You’d been a part of the League of Villains for the past 5 months now. It was a gradual process for your mind to go from being the ambitious, good-natured upcoming pro-hero, to a cold-hearted deviant that seemed to show no one an ounce of mercy.

And why should they deserve your mercy? It was their fault that you became who you were now.

You’d been kidnapped and kept as a ransom by the league, constantly tortured in hopes that the monetary demands would be filled. Their torture techniques becoming more sinister by the day.

But you put up with it, because you knew the light at the end of the tunnel was closer than it seemed.

Besides, it wasn’t even a lot of money. A measly $2.3 million dollars. Any rich pig could’ve came up with that to rescue such an admirable hero.

So you waited.

And waited.

Waiting for someone to answer the ransom to let you free, until one day Dabi came into the cell you were in, holding his phone. A dubious grin on his face, possibly signaling they had got the ransom they hoped for.

“Good news, little kitty. Would you like to hear it?”

Your eyes looked up expectantly at his bright blue ones. If this was the news you’d been waiting for, you’d probably call them the most angelic eyes you’d ever seen despite his more devilish appearance.

Dabi chuckled at your childish expression and without saying another word bent down to your eye-level and played the news clip on his phone. You excitedly looked at the news clip, finally, FINALLY you would be sav-

“BREAKING NEWS: RANSOM WILL NOT BE PAID FOR THE RELEASE OF H/N, PERSONALLY KNOWN AS L/N F/N”

“…wha…?”

Dabi’s chuckle turned into a sinister cackle as he watched your hopeful eyes change almost on cue, into a pair of almond-shaped pool of despair and confusion.

“Aren’t you happy? You get to stay with us forever, now.”

“No…no. That can’t be right…” You looked at Dabi as you still tried to latch onto hope that he had digitally manipulated the clip. “Go to another news channel! Do it! Please!”

Amused by your agony, he let you watch his fingers tap around on the screen, showing you all the different news sites saying a different variation of the same thing. He clicked on another video clip.

It was your old classmate Midoriya standing at a podium in front was what seemed like hundreds of reporters. All shouting questions at him. Finally, he picked one reporter to answer to.

“Deku! What do you say to the people who are outraged at the rejection of submitting to the League of Villains’ ransom? Don’t you think H/N’s life is important?”

Taking a deep breath, he looked at the audience with determination.

“It was a hard decision. But we have an integrity to keep as heroes. We will not give into measly demands by the same villains who’d burn us down at any chance! We are heroes! And we’ll keep looking and fighting for the return of H/N the best way we know! With dignity! It’s what she would want!”

Your eyes dazed over in apathy as you watched the No. 1 hero ultimately send you to your death.

Dignity? Integrity? Ha. What bullshit. Bullshit that probably took on the appearance of beautiful flower, but still smelled of shit all the same. How dare he pretend like letting you stay in this hell-hole was the honorable thing to do.

Dabi took the phone away from your eyesight, smiling maniacally at your dying resolve.

“I told you many times over these past couple weeks, kitten, that your heroism is nothing but a façade.”

You stayed silent as every emotion you developed as a normal human being in a society, became figments of destroyed past.

“Will you kill me?” Your eyes continued to look forlornly at the cold cement floor, ignoring the rats that would run over top your feet.

“Oh no, kitten. That would be a waste of an asset.” He brushed his fingers over your now sickly-looking skin, grasping your jaw so he could admire your new callous face expression. “You’ll be joining us for real now. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

You didn’t reply as he let go of your face to let it hang dejectedly from your shoulders.

“I’ll just let you sit here and think about it. I’m sure you’ll come around.”

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As you sat on the torn, dusty couch you scrolled through your phone looking at what people were talking about on forums and the like about the League of Villains. It seemed as time grew on, more and more people were joining the league’s movement…your movement.

Good.

It was about time people got a wake up call on what was really going on in their so-called “hero” society. And they didn’t even have to get tortured to see it. How could you have been so oblivious all this time? You always thought the League of Villains and their supporters were a cult. A demented cult.

But you felt more accomplished here than you ever did “above ground”. After-all you were the hottest topic that people talked when it came to villains. There were always two distinct opinions when it came to your ultimate aligning with the league.

Those who said you were still in need of rescue, plagued with Stockholm syndrome.

And those who said that if someone like you could side with such a group, the League of Villains must not have been as evil as heroes portrayed.

You’d probably care about the public’s opinion of you if you had the emotions to engage in such a controversy. It seemed all feelings of love, hatred, sadness, happiness, and every other useless emotion left you the day that you saw Midoriya in that news clip.

That was for the better. You could focus now, on the important things.

As you read various articles on your screen, you heard a creaking on the floorboards. When you looked over you saw your ally Dabi standing by the hallway.

“You’re up early, Dabi.”

“I could say the same to you, kitten.” He came over and sat by you on the couch. You’d grown used to his ghastly appearance, now admiring his scars from an aesthetic point of view.

You used to wonder what he thought of his scars. How he got them. But those feelings of curiosity would dissipate as the cold-bloodedness in you took over more and more.

“Anything new?”

“Other than our growing number of supporters, not much. Before long, heroes will be a thing of the past.”

He snickered at you. “You say that like you mean it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Dabi moved closer to you, his cerulean meeting your e/c once again. “You think I don’t see it?”

You stayed quiet, wondering what he could possibly be accusing you of.

“I know you still check the news in hopes that your hero, Deku has discovered new leads on your location.”

You laughed at his absurdity. “You’re delusional, Dabi.” Your eyes went back to looking at your phone. “Perhaps you should go back to bed, you’re obviously still tired from your atrocities of the night before.”

“Perhaps. But I don’t think those atrocities are affecting my eyesight.”

When you looked back up at him, he had pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. A photograph to be exact. “What’s that?”

“You tell me, kitten.” He upheld the photo to your face and your eyes widened at the picture depicted.

It was an old photo of you and Midoriya after getting ice cream together. He had looked so cute with melted cream all over his cheeks so you snapped a photo of the both of you. It was a photo you kept in your costume all the time. Your old costume, that is.

“That proves nothing but the fact you ravaged my costume during my capture.”

“You’d have a point if I didn’t just find it under your mattress.” He crinkled the paper up in his hands. “You still think about your little crush?”

You squinted your eyes at him. How could he think that? You despised Midoriya and everything he ever stood for. If there was even a twinkling of emotion left in you, it would surely be hatred. “You’re pissing me off, now.”

“Oh so you do feel things? Then you won’t mind if I…” A flash of blue flame appeared on his hand, burning the crinkled paper in a matter of seconds. Unconsciously your eyebrows had lowered in a saddened expression.

“See there? I can see it in your eyes, kitten.”

Your face became deadpan again as you stood up from the couch. “If you’re going to continue with these erroneous allegations, I’ll be going for a walk.”

Before you could turn away, he grabbed you by the shoulder making you look back at him confusingly. His hand slowly moved up to your neck, fingers gripping tightly around your throat. The heat of his quirk slightly stinging your tender flesh, but you didn’t move.

“I’ll kill you, you know? Turn you into a little charred kitten.” He turned up the heat and you twinged at the increasing sting. “No one would be able to tell how pretty your face was. I’d make sure of it.”

You thought carefully on your next words. You trusted and gained the trust of everyone in the league, but that didn’t mean they weren’t deranged sociopaths. Your bond with them, while apparent, was still the weakest due to them knowing each other longer, and your lack of emotions making it difficult to form deeper relationships.

“What do you want, Dabi?” As you looked impassively into cerulean eyes, you felt his thumb move smoothly over your bottom lip before sticking it in between your lip and teeth, rubbing along your gums. A laugh escaped as you realized his intentions with you. “So this is what its about? Ridiculous.”

“I don’t think there’s anything ridiculous with confirming the loyalty of the maniacs I have to be around.” He took his other hand and slipped it under your skirt to grip the side of your panties before heating them to ash. “I want what I’ve been asking of you for a long time, kitten.”

He pressed his warm fingers around your vulva and slowly circled your folds. The heat adding an indescribable pleasure. A small moan escaped from your lips. “...If I do this with you, you’ll never mention my shitty past again.”

“Deal”

Immediately you pushed him off you before gripping him tightly by the collar of his shirt, dragging him down on the couch. You crouched down on the couch with him with your head by his crotch, roughly palming him over his pants. “I don’t plan on dragging this out, I have actual duties to attend to.”

“Then you better work hard, kitten” His freakishly villainous grin teased you, knowing this was your first time being intimate with someone before. He probably thought you were going to be some shy scared girl who didn’t know the first thing about sex. But you’d prove him wrong.

You took the zipper of his pants and briskly pulled it down. Pulling his pants and boxers down, you were presented with a perfectly intact, flaccid cock. He chuckled at your hesitation.

“I told you you’d have to work hard.”

Ignoring his comment, you took his cock in his hands before shoving it in your mouth. It was softer than your tongue, and a bit cool compared to the feelings of Dabi’s hands on you earlier. Perhaps he wanted to feel 100% of the warmth from your mouth.

As you began sucking, you felt your mouth feel fuller and fuller. A part of you feeling a bit accomplished at arousing your sinister ally, another apart a bit worried at how you were going to take any more of his cock in your mouth. You started to use your hands to stroke the part of his shaft that you couldn’t handle. Dabi glided his fingers through your hair before gripping your locks.

“You need some help with that, kitten?” His calm suggestion not matching the force of his hands on your head, forcing you to suddenly take all of his cock down your throat. You gagged and spat up whatever saliva you could to keep from choking. Your gargling noises arousing Dabi even more, making your throat feel even more constricted.

“Now, don’t worry. I’ll do the work since its your first time.” Still having your cock in your throat, he sat up so that one of his knees was between your thighs, digging into the couch, while his other leg stood on the floor for stabilization. The strong grip on your hair maneuvered you to sit on your ass as he slowly worked his cock in and out of your throat. “But next time, I’ll expect you to service me on your own.”

Before you could protest his suggestion of a second time, he thrusted his hips vigorously towards your face. You reached your hands up to grip the hem of his shirt trying to stabilize yourself, but it was impossible with how ruthless he was going. You started struggling to breathe and tried pulling on his shirt to get him to stop. But it was to no avail.

“Just breathe through your nose…and stick your tongue out..oh fuck yeah- that feels so good, kitten.” Dabi shoved your face into his hips so that your nose was firmly pressed against his pelvis and paused. “Look up at me.”

He could cum instantly from the look you were giving him right now. It wasn’t apathy. Nor seduction. It was the look you gave him when you were pleading for him to find a different news source. When you were still caged up and begging for the news to be a lie. He found amusement in your change to apathy, but deep inside he wanted to see those eyes again. Those eyes that looked at him like a God. Those e/c eyes that portrayed-

Desperation.

That’s right. He craved seeing the desperation in your eyes once more. And right now, he was bathing in it. You looked so fucking adorable like that. The cold, murderous Y/N choking on his cock, begging for air. He contemplated leaving you like this. Letting you suffocate on his cock. It’s the death a true slut like you deserved. But he wouldn’t be able to pet his little kitten anymore so he decided to let up.

With your hair imprisoned between his fingers, he jerked you away from his hips. You inhaled a strong amount of air, so much so you coughed at the copious amount of saliva that went down your wind pipe. But he shouldn’t let you get too comfortable, he needed his God complex to be fulfilled once more.

So before you could even get 3 full breaths in, Dabi quickly shoved his cock down your esophagus once more. Your desperation to breathe made the walls of your throat convulse rapidly around his cock. He moved your head vigorously back and forth down his length.

“Oh fuck, kitten...you look- you look so fucking good chocking on my cock like that...”

You whined at his voice, not exactly knowing what he said because you were too concerned with not dying the most embarrassing death.

The vibrations of your whine rumbled beautifully around his shaft.“You d-don’t actually wanna stop, do you? Y-you want to die on my cock don’t you, kitten.” He moved his hips at an insane amount of speed, now chasing his orgasm. “I’ll grant that to you…just hold on. Y-You can choke on all this fucking cum, Y/N!”

Before long you felt hot spurts of thick liquid running down your throat. You coughed viciously around his cock, trying not to choke on his seed. Your coughing making his cock twitch even more as he released his seed down your pulsating windpipe. You grabbed desperately at his shirt, trying to get him to spare you.

Once he was properly drained, he jerked your head off him with enough force for you to fall back on the couch. You violently tried to cough up whatever of his thick cum that you could. You’d probably feel lumps of it in your throat for days.

“*cough!* *cough!* D-dabi! You f-fucking *cough!* psychopath!” You looked angrily at him as your hands pressed tightly to your chest as you kept choking and gasping for air.

“I’m sorry, kitten. You just looked so cute with your throat gagging around my cock like that.” Dabi slopped back down on the couch. Now in better view of your body, he couldn’t help noticing your glistening pussy, shining with arousal.  He cackled at your shameless masochism. “Apparently you agreed.”

“What- Hey, wait!” Dabi grabbed a hold of your thighs and pulled you so that your pussy was aligned with his cock. “Again?!”

“If there’s one thing that I can appreciate with my bloodline, kitten, it’s our insatiable urge to spill our fertile seed into available holes.” He rubbed his tip along your folds, gathering your wetness, before slapping it on your clit. The feeling making your pussy twitch on the head of his cock. You shut your eyes, not believing how much you craved for him to be inside you.

Dabi took your jaw into a tight grip and your face clenched at the pressure. “Open your eyes, Y/N”.

Slowly opening them, you peered into a gleaming light of blue. You never really took notice of his eyes before, but for some reason they were reminding you of your past. The nostalgia quickly vanished as quickly as they came as your desires overflooded your mind.

Why was he looking at you like this? Wasn’t he going to stick it in? You hated to admit that you started to get-

“That’s it, kitten…that’s the look I want.” He took other hand to slowly press the tip of his cock inside you. “You’re desperate for it aren’t you?”

You grabbed at his pants, pulling so that you could get him fill you up entirely . “Yeah..I am”.

Grinning at your lewd acceptance, he inserted the entirety of his cock inside you. The tightness of this being your pussy’s first cock made him feel even more in power. He was the only one that could make you so desperate. The only one that could give you what you needed. And he’d prove that to you right now.

Your moans at the feeling of Dabi inside you were cut short when he wrapped his hand around your throat. “Let’s keep playing, kitten.”

Your face went from being pleasured to startled as he tightened the grip at your throat. At the same time, he began to plunge deeply in and out your rigid walls. The heat from his hands stung at your throat and you became intoxicated with the mix of sensations. You didn’t know which feeling overpowered which between pleasure and pain, so you just focused on the azure of Dabi’s eyes and let your body do the thinking.

“I s-should’ve fucking claimed you- a long time ago, Y/N.”  Dabi took his free hand down to your clit and made slow but heated circles around the bud. “I’m the only one who can get you so desperate-“. Your walls twitched as you tried to gasp for oxygen. Failing, as Dabi only continued to suffocate you beneath his heated palms. “And I’m the only one who can satisfy that desperation.” Your pussy hysterically quivered around Dabi as your lack of oxygen prevailed and your orgasm approached.

“I can feel you about to cum, Y/N.” His thrusts becoming frantic as he neared his second high. “Say my fucking name…call me your God.”

He needed to hear you say it. After-all he was the one who was clearly in control of your life and death. He was the one who captured you and gave you the bare minimum amount of food to keep you live. He was the one who convinced Shigaraki to not turn you into a grave of ashes when your precious heroes left you to die. And he was the one right now keeping you on the verge of the plane between this world and the spirit one.

He was your God.

Dabi slightly loosened the grip on your throat.

“G-god…D..abi-..sa-ma…”

He tightened around your throat again, satisfied at your new-found faith. You felt yourself practically about to drift out of consciousness, the once again suspension of your air supply having you see faint stars around Dabi’s head.

The tight pressure in your stomach became unbearable and your body was overwhelmed at the two opposing forces that claimed you. The life of an orgasm, and the death of asphyxiation. You supposed the orgasm would come first as you squirmed and contorted like a fish underneath Dabi’s hands. If this was how you’re gonna die, at least it was while chasing the most intense pleasure life had to offer to humans.  

Your seemingly lifeless face paired with the lively palpitations of your pussy was sending Dabi over the edge. “Y/N…Shit! Y-your face says you’re dead…but y-your pussy is still fucking fighting…Fuck!” As he finally came for the second time, he released his milky fluids inside you. If you were conscious, you’d probably note how the cum spurting in your womb wasn’t as thick as the lumps that still nestled along the walls of your esophagus.

Finally releasing his hold on you, Dabi slumped on top of your motionless body.

“…Still breathing huh, kitten..”

Letting himself fall into a slumber, a whirlwind of thoughts encapsulated his mind.

He thought about how the allowing of your freedom to officially join the League of Villains might’ve been a mistake. You being free didn’t suit you.

No.

You’d go back in the cell. Where you’d pray to him to let you out…or to simply give you water.

Every time you’d be allowed the blessing of seeing his face, you’d be desperate for him to not leave.

To stay with you.

But he’d walk out your cell again for who knows how long…just to hear your desperate wails and begging as he locked the cell door again.

[puckyeahobx]

blow all my friendships to sit in hell with you

a/n: WEE WOO WEE WOO RAFE CAMERON WOOBIFICATION INCOMING. this is my favorite thing that i have ever written. enjoy (NOT MY GIF)

summary: y/n and rafe are in love at Midsummer’s and then someone (cough topper cough) tries to come around and start trouble. protective!rafe jumps in and it is sexy

warnings: nsfw duh

word count: 4.8k

It’s not that you weren’t excited about going to Midsummer’s. You were, truly. Ever since you had moved to the island, you had looked forward to the party every summer. There was something about getting done up in a pretty dress and whimsical accessories that almost made you forget how much of an outsider you felt amongst the other Kooks. 

You had only moved to Figure Eight about halfway through high school, so by then everyone had already made their cliques. At that point it didn’t matter that your parents had money, no one took notice. It also didn’t help that everything about you proved that you weren’t a preppy douchebag. So, instead of getting wasted out of your mind in someone’s basement, you spent a lot of your time at the beach. Here is where you met the Pogues, and thank God you did because without them, you weren’t really sure where you would have ended up. If it weren’t for running into the boys: JJ, Pope, and John B around the docks, you would have never met Kie. And if you had never met Kie, you would have never met Sarah. And if you had never met Sarah….well, your life would look drastically different, to say the least. 

The Cameron family was somewhat of an Outer Banks institution. Everyone knew them, and depending on which side of the cut you were on, you either loved them or you hated them. Well, you either loved or hated Ward, that is. And even if you didn’t love him, you probably feared him, which was all in the same to him. The Ward kids were a little more controversial from person to person, though. Sarah had a reputation that didn’t really fit the sweet, loyal girl she was, but even with her reputation no one ever really had any reason to dislike her that wasn’t directly related to her father. Wheezie, the youngest, was often forgotten about, but it seemed like she liked it that way. Then there was Rafe. The oldest of the Ward kin, and by far the most contentious. He was like Ward in the way that he was either feared or hated, but unlike Ward, there weren't a lot of people willing to say they loved him.

However, “a lot of people” weren’t you.

You weren’t really sure when you changed teams on the Rafe Cameron front, but you imagine it was at some point in the summer before your junior year when you started hanging out with Sarah regularly. Rafe was older than you, and not around a whole lot, but he was around enough. You saw how he argued with his dad and how drastically different Ward acted around Sarah and how he acted around Rafe. You saw how empty he looked when he wasn’t around Topper or Kelce. The Rafe you saw from your spot on the living room sofa that summer was not the Rafe you had heard the urban legends about. He was preoccupied - it always seemed like he was thinking about what he was going to have to do next to make sure he kept being worthy enough. You try to remind yourself of all of the things you had heard about him, but then he’d help Wheezie with the newest secret project or offer help to Ward at every turn, and what was legend and what was the boy before you became complete opposites. 

It was embarrassing, truly, how smitten you had become with him that summer. You found yourself sticking up for him in conversations with Sarah and Kie, sometimes even with the Pogues who had age-old reasons for hating him. Almost everyone thought you were just being naive, being new to the island and all, but Kie saw right through you. She saw the way you watched him enter and exit rooms, how eager you were to help him with docking the boat. Everywhere he was, you just happened to turn up at. Again, it was a little embarrassing, but there was just something about him that made your feet forget that they had a mind of their own. The word magnetism comes to mind. It took him a couple of months to notice, aka well into your senior year, but eventually he caught on and started playing the game right along with you. You were typically an impatient person, but you’re glad you paid the long game with this one. It’s how you ended up on his arm three Midsummer’s in a row.

So, again. It’s not that you weren’t excited about going to Midsummer’s. Afterall, you were in the prettiest dress you had ever seen (you had flowers in your hair for God’s sake) and your amazing boyfriend on your arm. It was destined to be a good night. Everything was aligned and it was going to be perfect. But, then again, perfect doesn’t usually last long in the Outer Banks. 

You and Rafe had done the rounds to all of the most important club members, per Ward’s request, and you were about to throw a fit if you didn’t leave soon. All you wanted was to go back to one of your guys’ houses and have a night in with some netflix and your sweatpants. You didn’t even care about how damn cliche it was. It was just that exhausting pretending to like 25 consecutive rich white people. But Rafe was not interested. He knew how happy it made Ward that he was there making connections and participating in all of the traditions of Kook life. Regardless of what you felt about Ward and how he treated your boyfriend, you didn’t say anything. If it made Rafe happy, that was all you cared about.

But that didn’t mean you weren’t going to put up a fight. 

You two were sitting at one of the tables draped in white linen, the fairy lights encircling them being the only sources of light three hours into the party. He was people watching, laughing and talking with people who walk by, his hand on your thigh as a sense of comfort. You were always the one thing that could ground him when he started to fly off the handle like he could still do from time to time. 

“Rafe,” You whispered as you leaned into his neck more so than his ear. You wanted him to feel your breath against the sensitive spot behind his ear. 

He shivered for just a second before he fought it off with a cough, turning to you with a forced smile, “Yes, Y/N?”

You made your best puppy dog face and looked up at him, your chin on his shoulderas you wrapped your arms around his middle, “I want to go home.”

He laughed a little at your dramatics and put an arm around your shoulders, pulling you tighter so he could kiss your forehead. “We’ll leave soon,” he whispered into your hair.

You tried whispering into his neck again, desperate for him to give into temptation. “I want to leave now,” You pressed the gentlest of kisses just below his earlobe, “Please?”

He shifted in his seat and sat up a little straighter, coughing as he pulled away from you enough to get your lips off him. “Just like, 30 more minutes. I don’t want Dad to think I’m ditching.”

It was your turn to pull away as you sat back in your chair and crossed your arms across your chest, fully pouting at his loyalty and devotion to the Cameron institution. You didn’t say anything, instead opting for a loud huff and your nose turning up to the sky, refusing to look at him any longer. 

However, since you were so busy refusing to look up at him you didn’t notice him lean back in closer to you where it was his turn to whisper against your neck and in your ear, “I’ll make it worth the wait, I promise, Baby.”

There was no mistaking the hitch in your breath as you sunk back into your chair and into his chest, a blush creeping all the way from your exposed chest to the tips of your cheek bones. The immediate reactions you had to his voice never failed to amuse him, so you weren’t surprised to hear him laugh in spite of you. At this, you threw a weak punch at his shoulder that only made him laugh harder. 

“Come on, dance with me,” He finished off his laughter as he stood up and held his hand out for you, “Not nearly enough people have seen how smokin’ you look tonight.”

Taking his hand you couldn’t help but smile, but still managing to roll your eyes at the cheesy remark, “I think you paraded me around to everyone at this party about three times over, Rafe.”

He led you over to the makeshift dance floor where it was just you guys and three other couples who all looked to be above the age of 80. His hands on your waist and yours around his neck he smiled down at you with the smile that was reserved just for you, “It will never be enough people.”

“You’re ridiculous, Rafe Cameron,” You leaned up to kiss his smiling lips, never able to resist him for long.

“And you’re beautiful, Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

But before you could finally kiss - something you somehow haven’t done yet and were getting desperate for - you were interrupted by the most obnoxious person you have ever had the displeasure of knowing. 

“Well, well, well. What do we have here? Lady and the Tramp? Rafe, you’re Lady of course. Haven’t seen your balls in awhile, huh bud?”

You had hated Topper ever since you had first met him, but he had only gotten worse since High School ended and he found out what everyone else had known for years: that he was completely useless. 

Rafe immediately moved so he was standing in front of you slightly, every muscle in his body tensed completely, but neither of you said anything. 

Topper chuckled to himself as he crossed his arms over his puffed-out chest. He had a habit of getting overly confident once he got more than three whiskey’s deep. “Oh so you just have nothing to say, pal? Not enough that she has your balls in a fucking vice grip, she took your tonuge too...what a shame. You always had a way with words.” His smile was as menacing as it could be on a trust fund baby, but it still wasn’t great. 

“Is that all?” Rafe said, sounding surprisingly calm. His muscles and jaw were unyielding, though. His grip on your hand flexed with every word he said as if he was slipping fast and desperate to have something to keep him from falling over that ledge. 

Topper scoffed dramatically, “What? I can’t joke around with my best friend anymore? Or, my former best friend, I guess. Ever since that pogue-slut started sucking your dick you never give your real friends the time of day anymore.”

You flinched at the horrible things he was saying about you, but it was no match to the way Rafe was all but blowing fire out of his nostrils. “If I were you, Top, I’d turn your ass around and leave her the fuck alone.”

“I’m just trying to be there for you, bro. You’re not yourself anymore! This bitch has you completely brainwashed! The Rafe I know would have spit in the face of the pussywhipped cuck you’ve turned out to be.” He paused and then looked over Rafe’s shoulder at you, giving you a quick up and down. “Must be some pretty good pussy if you’re able to turn the King of Kildare county into your personal bitch.”

Rafe’s hand suddenly left yours and he laughed to himself, “You’re a funny guy, Top.”

“No, I'm serious, man. Let me have a piece of that. I’ll decide if she was worth ruining your reputation for.”

Rafe looked down and laughed for a second before looking directly in Topper’s eyes, “Go to fucking hell.”

Before he even got the last word out of his mouth, his iron fist had made impact straight into Topper’s jaw. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just because of the power behind Rafe’s punch, but he was on the ground immediately, muttering gibberish to himself as his mouth flooded with blood. 

“Rafe!” You screamed as you pulled him back just as looked like he was about to go in for another round. 

He fought against your grips to get closer to him, wanting one last word. “You ever talk about me or my girl again and you’ll have a lot more to worry about than a bruised jaw. You got that?”

You didn’t wait for Topper’s response as you started to drag Rafe away towards the front of the house where his Jeep was parked. People were starting to stare and you wanted to get out of there before Ward caught wind of what had happened. 

The half walk/half speed run to the car was a silent one. You didn’t know where to even begin and you could tell Rafe was embarrassed of acting out like that. He hadn’t done anything like that in over a year and he had been so proud of himself for turning over a new leaf for you. 

Once you got into the car you both sighed in relief. It was then finally that he turned to you, his voice trembling just the slightest bit from residual adrenaline and the shame creeping up from the pit of his stomach to the tip of his spine. “Baby, I’m- I’m so sorry. But I, I just couldn’t help it. He was saying such fucked up shit about you. Calling you all of those things and talking about fucking you- I was going to be sick. I had I to do something baby, I’m so fucking sorry-”

He was caught off by the intoxicating crush of your lips against his. You grabbed his face in yours hands and kissed him harder than you had in a long time. It took him almost no time at all to melt into you, grabbing onto your waist as best as he could across the middle console. You were out of breath and positively drunk on each other when you finally pulled away, the most ridiculous smile plastered on your face. When you opened your eyes you saw that same smile mirrored on his perfect face, his eyes hooded as he laughed a little between pants.

“I know I uh, shouldn’t enable violent behavior,” you paused, still trying to catch your breath, “But that was one of the hottest things I have ever seen in my life.”

He swallowed, keeping his eyes locked on yours as his goofy smile turned into a smirk, “I’ll always fight for you, Princess. You know that.” 

You whined just the slightest bit at the pet name before putting on your seatbelt. “Home. Now.” Afraid of what you would do if you looked at that shit eating grin for another second, you looked straight ahead out the windshield. 

“Yes ma’am.” You heard him chuckle as he put the car in drive and head off toward his house, his hand on your leg seemingly inching up higher and higher with every mile traveled. 

By the time you got back to his house, you were about three seconds away from jumping him in the wide open space of the Cameron residence’s driveway, but luckily your boyfriend had a little bit more restraint as he took your hand and directed you to the guest house that he had been living in for the last year and a half (it was all a part of Ward’s idea to give Rafe more responsibility, but all it had really done was give your sex life completely free reign, which you greatly appreciated).

Once you got into the front door, he all but slammed you against the door in order to shut it. “Damn if I had known me throwing punches at losers got you so hot I’d head down to the country club more often,” He whispered against your lips.

You moaned the slightest bit as his lips trailed down to your neck while he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and pinning you against the door. “It wasn’t about the punch-” A pause, “Ok it was sort of about the punch. But it was- it was more about you defending my honor or whatever. And you look so fucking sexy when you’re mad.”

His lips found his way back to yours, but first he smiled and whispered again, “I’ll always defend your honor, Baby. You’re my girl.”

And with that, you were back to making out sloppily as he carried you down the hall to his bedroom that, at this point, was pretty much your shared bedroom. He not-so-gently dropped you on the bed before reaching down and yanking his shoes and socks off when he went for his belt and dress pants. Your hand immediately flew up and swatted his away. “Let me do it.”

He groaned and ran his fingers through your hair as he looked down at you undoing his belt, your eyes fixed on his innocently. Once his belt was undone you wasted no time reaching a hand inside and feeling him up just the way he liked. You got up on your knees without removing your hand from its careful ministrations so you could kiss up his neck to his lips, “Thank you for being my knight in shining armor.”

Clearly not able to take much more teasing, he, a little gentler this time, pushed you back against the bed, this time coming with you. Since he was so much taller and broader than you, being underneath him was sometimes overwhelming but in a sexy, intoxicating way that you never got used to. He whispered against your neck, “If this dress isn’t off your body in about three seconds I’m going to fucking scream.”

You pushed him off of you and laughed before sitting up just enough to clumsily slip the dress off your head while he, equally as graceful, flung off his dress pants and shirt. He sat back on his knees for a moment and drank the sight of you in, face flushed, mouth agape, and completely, totally in love with you. “This never gets old. You’re...you’re perfect.”

That familiar blush and pit in your stomach that came with these intimate moments with him snuck up at you as you whispered a “Thank you”, a shy smile playing across your cheeks. 

He returned the smile and leaned back over you, reigniting the fire from before as soon as his lips touched yours. 

His hands were everywhere, everywhere, everywhere as you gasped beneath him with yours gripping his hair like a lifeline. From your chest to your ass he was caressing and stroking you as if you could disappear from him at any moment. When a hand finally reached into your underwear and he realized how turned on you already were he all but growled against your lips, “You’re always so ready for me...you have no idea what you do to me, baby…”

All you could muster up was a whimper as he hooked his fingers around the sides of your underwear and tore them down your legs. Wasting no time, attached his lips to you and started eating you out in the only way he could, which is to say it was perfect. He knew exactly when and where to use his fingers, and when and where to apply pressure with his tongue. It was amazing truly how it came so naturally to him. He was up to two fingers pumping inside of you when he moved his head up your body to kiss you, knowing what you needed to finish. 

“Are you gonna cum for me, baby? I can feel it, I know you want to,” he whispered against your neck as he sucked and nipped at all of your favorite spots,  “You’re so good for me always, go ahead. I’ll count you down. 5.”

You really could feel it starting to build up, but you wanted to hold back for just the right moment. 

“4.”

Holding back seemed to be getting harder and harder, his fingers angled further up against you and his thumb found its way to the nerve ending that his tongue had to abandon to get to your neck. 

“Such a good girl. 3.”

You were full blown whining and rocking against him, desperate for the feeling only he could bring you. 

“2. Almost there, Princess.”

With a final squeal, you grabbed onto his arm and held it steady as you ground yourself against him, eyes squeezed shut. 

“1.”

Before he had even finished the word, you were there. Your vision was white and your whole body was under the control of something primal and hot. He coaxed you through your orgasm with his fingers and the sweet encouragements falling off his tongue and into your ear.

When you opened your eyes finally you saw him looking down at you positively beaming with pride. Getting you off was his one greatest joy in life, which was good because, come to think of it, it was yours too. 

“Fuck.” Was all you could sigh out as you looked up at him, your chest heaving.

He leaned down to kiss you again and chuckled against your lips, “I was just about to, God. You’re so impatient.”

Not finding him particularly funny at the moment - you had much more pressing things to take care of - you broke the kiss to push his boxers down his legs and grab a hold of him, stroking him a few times before lining him up against where you needed it most. You were just about to slide him in when he pushed your hand away and paused. “You know I love you, right?”

Momentarily breaking out of your primal haze, your body softened against the bed and you reached up to grab his face, “Of course I do, Baby. I love you too.”

Another pause from him where he averted his eyes before speaking again, “I would do anything for you,” he looked back at you, “I mean it. Anything.”

“I know,” you whispered back, trying to show that you understood his urgency. 

“You’re like- You’re seriously the best thing that has ever happened to me so when Top started saying all of that disgusting shit about you and how you ruined my life I just- I just lost it, I guess.”

Your fingers found the back of his neck where you threaded them through his hair, trying to ground him. “You did the right thing, protecting me. He was drunk...who knows would have happened? He deserved it.”

He scoffed and shook his head, agreeing with you. “Yeah he fucking did. When he started talking about fucking you, I could have killed him. He’s lucky all he got was a sucker punch.”

“He’s the worst person on the island, it was about time someone put him in his place. You’re a good man, Rafe Cameron.”

He looked down at you again and smiled ever so slightly, “Yeah?”

Nodding your head and biting your lip to hold back a goofy grin you reassured him further: “The best.”

Closing the gap between you guys once more, he leaned down to capture your lips with that smile still plastered across his cheeks. As soon as your lips touched, though, that goofy mood was gone. He lined himself up against you and slid in slow and steady, making sure you both got to savor this moment. It was no shock that such a tall man would be so well endowed, but you still were never used to how good he felt like this and you were starting to think you never would be. 

You both gasped and moaned when he finally started moving, his head lulling back as he held onto your hips with both of his big hands, pinning you down to the mattress hard (as if you would ever, in a million years go anywhere). 

Another thing you didn’t think you would ever get used to is how into dirty talking he was. The man could go on and on and it made everything that much more powerful. 

“You feel so good, Baby Girl.”

“Yeah, fucking scream, Princess. I want to know how good I’m making you feel.”

“You like it when I fuck you like that, huh? Say it.”

You were always more than willing to indulge his desires considering how hot they made you and much more confident they made him. Rafe was your first and only, but you couldn’t imagine that you were missing out on much. He had to be the best fuck you could ever hope for.

Before long you felt that knot start to loosen in the very base of your stomach, your breath trying desperately to keep up. “Baby, I-I’m-”

He continued to pound into you relentlessly, “Me too, sweetheart. Just hold off for a little longer. I want us to cum together.”

You whimper and grab onto the headboard behind you, trying to ground yourself to something before you lose it completely. 

His thrusts quickly became sloppy and out of rhythm and his thumb once again found your clit, signaling that it was about time for both of you to give in.

“Please,” you begged, barely above a whisper as you strained against the headboard. 

That was enough to do him in and you followed after all but a half second later. Both of you started mumbling all kinds of gibberish about how much you loved the other and how hot that was, but neither of you were really present enough to pay attention. 

Rafe fell on the bed on the other side of you and immediately wrapped you up against him, pulling the covers over the both of you. Your head was resting on his chest and you could hear his heart struggle to regulate itself. 

“What do you think my dad will say?” He whispered sadly after a couple of minutes of running his fingers all along your side as you drew shapes into his chest. 

You lifted your head just enough to look up at his worried face. “I don’t think you have to worry about that, Rafe.”

“I embarrassed the whole family because I lost my temper...he’s not going to be happy about that.”

Setting your hands under your chin’s place on his chest, you rolled onto your stomach to look at him longer and harder, “You lost your temper because some drunk psycho was insulting your girlfriend and calling you a pussy-whipped bitch. I’m afraid to know what Ward would do in that situation. He’s probably thinking you were too nice.”

He chuckled slightly, making your whole body move with the laughter in his chest. “Yeah I guess that’s where I get my um….passion from….”

“Hm...I don’t know. I think you cultivated it yourself. You give Ward too much credit, you learned how to be a good, loyal person all on your own.” Confident in your assessment, you turned your head back against him and cuddled up for the night, exhaustion hitting you all at once with a giant yawn.

Rafe paused for a moment before leaning forward and kissing the crown of your head and smoothing your hair, “I think you had a little bit more to do with that than I did.” It was barely more than a whisper, you wondered if you were even meant to hear it. 

Another yawn, “Nah, you already were everything you are now. You just needed someone to give you permission to be it.”

You couldn’t see it, but he was smiling from ear to ear as your words sank into his skin. He was the first one to admit that when he met you, he didn’t deserve you. It was a guilt that had hung over him these past few years. Everything he did was to try and be the type of guy that deserved you, that was right for you. He knew you loved him for who he was then and who he is now, but hearing you say such kind things about the version of himself he hated the most just made the guilt ease up a bit because, hey, if he was good enough for you, then that was all that mattered.

“Goodnight, baby,” you mumbled against his chest as you nuzzled up against him, even though you couldn’t get much closer. 

He sighed with a smile on his sleepy face, “Goodnight, Princess.”

[ginkgomoon]

Gavin- King of my Heart

Happy blog birthday @cheri-translates! Here’s your present!! Hope you enjoy. 💙 🎉

You honestly don’t know why you were so terrified of chess.

Was it because it was the fear of losing? Or the fear of being humiliated? You would question yourself every time a chessboard appeared in your foresight.

Still, you took out the chessboard that had been casted away in the sad corner of your storage closet and wipe the box clean, sneezing from the minuscule dust particles escaping in the process.

“There are two opposing sides- black and white. White always makes the first move. How you win the game is by checkmating the opponent’s King.”

You lay the board flat on the coffee table in the living room then pour the pieces out, catching them before they roll off the edge. You make sure that everything was in the right order according to the guidebook as you check back and forth for each piece, hazily reciting the rules to yourself as you go. You adjust them carefully so that the pieces were all were staying perfectly aligned in their corresponding squares- white emulating black.

You knew Gavin had spare time during the weekends and so you used this opportunity to offer a game of chess. Surprisingly, he had never touched a chessboard in his life, but you guess it didn’t really matter since Gavin was used to thinking critically and strategically similar to his interactive simulation missions at STF. And of course, Gavin being the amazing man you love, is a quick learner and you have no doubt that he will perform well for a beginner.

“It’s not all about winning or losing, so don’t be so conflicted with the end result. You’re always a winner to me.”

Cookies that you baked beforehand- check. You had made sure not to make it overly sweet with the chocolate and sugar. Your pu’er tea accompanied by a matching Jupiter teapot and Moon teacups- check. You had bought them last week with Gavin and this would be the first time he’ll see it being used. Chessboard, good natural lighting from outside, comfy cushions to contribute to the cosiness and grounding sensation from sitting on the floor- all check. Yourself- check. Gavin... not check- yet.

You glance at the clock, noticing that it had just turned 1:59pm. Gavin should be here in exactly a minute.

You do a final sweep of the room, sighing from the satisfaction of the view being easy on the eyes for once. You know Gavin wouldn't mind the mess, but since you had the time to prepare and clean up beforehand, of course you took up the opportunity to do so and save you from the embarrassment afterwards.

The sound of the doorbell finally rings from outside, echoing through the walls of your home and heart. You feel your adrenaline pick up and dash towards the door to open for the person waiting behind, ready to let him in. Without having to say anything beforehand, you pulled him straight into a tight hug, with your head buried between his neck and shoulder.

Gavin- check, you remind yourself and smile. Nothing is missing.

“Hey,” he murmurs, hugging you right back. He then laughs, his voice sounding through the halls of the apartment complex. “I’m not even halfway through the door.”

You hug him tighter. You feel Gavin secretly smiling as he follows suit.

Being the first to let go, you finally lead him to the assortments of your hard work after he shuts the door behind him.

Gavin obediently sits down across from you on the carpet at white’s side of the board as you hand him the biggest cookie from the cookie platter. You watch him consume everything without hesitation, smiling at the remaining crumbs.

“Chocolate chip cookie made especially for you. Not too sweet this time, I promise. Should I have added chilli to this? Apparently the combination exists.”

“If that’s something you want to try making, sure.” He simultaneously chews while he smiles, his eyes fixating on you after you sit directly across from him.

You then pour the tea equally into the Moon cups and place one in front of him, making sure he could clearly recognise the cups- though not like he could ever forget.

“What do you think?” you exclaim.

He replies immediately with a cough. “It’s cute.”

You help yourself to your own cookie, letting the chocolate bits melt on your tongue. You smile too at tasting something edible that is of your own making, finally something that you and Gavin could eat safely without risking to add it to the long list of one of the “dark cuisine” foods.

“So about today, you said you wanted to teach me Chess?” he asks. You nod vigorously, a spark of happiness coming from within that you are the one now teaching Gavin instead of how it normally was the other way around.

“This piece is the King. It can only move one space at a time.” You point to the tallest piece that holds a cross at the top.

You then point to the piece fixated next to it, the one with the crown. “Next to it is the Queen. She can move anywhere she wants, however many squares she likes. She’s the most powerful piece in the game.”

You then point to the row above the King and Queen. “This row is full of pawns. They can move up two spaces in their first move. After that, they can only move one space up at a time.”

“When you’re older, you’ll find someone else to play chess with... and someone who will be by your side.”

That memory abruptly resurfaces from the depths of your subconscious, like each Chess piece of a chessboard gradually coming together with each piece of explanation you gave to Gavin. The black and white pieces- the good and bad memories, especially the ones with your father. You pause for a bit, before continuing on- before Gavin could notice the split second of hesitation.

“Rooks move horizontally and vertically, and Bishops can only go diagonally. Knights move two squares and one across on either side, like an “L” shape, and is the only piece that can jump over other pieces on the board,” you say, pointing to each corresponding piece. Gavin’s eyes follow your every move, nodding with his eyebrows slightly furrowing. You can’t help but let out a little smile from being able to capture a glimpse of this rarer side of Gavin- Commander Gavin.

“You have a choice to capture the opponent’s pieces if the opportunity ever comes up. The point of the game is to “checkmate” the other person’s King. This means that it is being targeted and has no other places to go. Before that, when the King is in danger but not checkmate, this means the King is in “check” and is forced to move. That’s it! As long as you remember these few rules, you’ll be okay.”

Gavin nods. “Got it," he responds, sternly. He most certainly is starting to look like a Chess grandmaster to you at the moment. You know he has to deduct investigations and complete various missions and STF tasks daily while you struggle to write the first draft for a show proposal. You feel he's way too intelligent, sometimes.

“Since you’re a beginner,” you start, “you can play as white first. White always makes the first move. We can start now if you don’t have any questions.”

Gavin pauses and observes each piece before him. Then, he reaches out for a pawn on the right side of his board and moves it forward two spaces. You move up the pawn in front of your King in response. Both of you slowly exchange moves, and more pieces congregate up in the middle of the chessboard.

“Who taught you how to play Chess?” Gavin finally asks.

“My father. Whenever he had time off set. He taught me a lot, including important life lessons relating to Chess as well. Though, I can't remember much.”

“Oh.” Gavin looks up from his chessboard, his eyes filling with concern. You look back with indifference, but smile, using this opportunity to stare right back. In this moment, you gradually take in the way his hair perfectly falls into place, with the sunlight highlighting the contours of his face and bringing out the shine in his amber eyes.

Your thoughts drift back to that autumn day, vividly reminiscing the ginkgo leaves dancing with the wind, pleasantly surprising you enough to stop your piano playing.

You blink out of that memory, and move your Queen towards Gavin’s King, cornering it with the support of a Rook.

“Checkmate.” You smile, a giggly feeling overcomes you from finally being able to beat Gavin at something, especially with a game that values a lot of strategy and analysing.

“Hm. Very good,” Gavin says, observing where I had cornered him, no doubt archiving this moment to use against me in future matches. Even though he lost, the corners of his mouth perks up at the sight of my joy.

“Let’s have a rematch! One more," you exclaim. Hopefully you could keep this enthusiasm up and form a winning streak.

Gavin helps reset the board without the help of the guidebook. This time, you play white and Gavin plays black. You both follow the same rhythm of how you two were the first time, however you notice Gavin’s movements were faster and more sure, strategically succeeding in capturing a lot of your pieces- pawns and all, though luckily not the Queen yet. The amount of growth he was displaying compared to earlier really shouldn’t surprise you, but it did anyway.

In the middle of the game, you make a bold risk, moving up the black Queen to the adjacent square to his King, certain that you have won this time again. “Checkmate!”

“But… you don’t have a supporting piece for it,” Gavin states, watching your face slowly flush in embarrassment. You observe his slim fingers move the King towards where your Queen was, and captures it. You grab your cup and take a sip of your tea in response, hopefully covering up your disappointment behind your hand. You kick yourself for having completely forgotten about that.

From then onwards, Gavin swiftly checkmates your King with the two Rooks lined up on the board, making it impossible for it to escape. You sigh. You tried your best, at least.

You try to disguise your disappointment in the wake of your defeat again with a smile and grab another cookie to chew on while Gavin studies the board. However, despite the result on your end, you were still admittedly proud of Gavin and allow yourself to feel grateful for being the only one to see this side of him to you.

“You lost a lot of pieces trying to attack. Especially with your Queen- you weren’t hesitant to sacrifice. Your pawn structure was weak and you moved without purpose.”

You stop munching the cookie. “You got all of that from those two games?”

Gavin nods slowly. He nonchalantly takes a sip of his third-time freshly poured tea, its steam floating towards the ceiling. “In STF simulations, you need to take note of every variable. Evol abilities, weather, weapons, and your fellow comrades- especially time. The criminal won’t hand you that much luxury. Every wrong decision would cost you. You need a plan for attack and defence, always. Always have a Plan B. If not, a Plan C. And if none of them will do, always have a Plan Z. Sometimes I’ll need to command nine groups at once. Other times it’ll just be me.”

You look at him blankly, your eyes widening as the only sign of response to his words. His eyes widen as well, not expecting that you would take it that way.

“I mean…” Gavin coughs before continuing, “it always works out. Please don’t worry. We’re highly trained for these operations, remember? I’ll always come back to you. I promise.” His hands reach out to hold yours at the table, meeting each other’s half-way.

"When I got used to holding your hand, buying different flowers for you each occasion, having reserved dinners and looking at the stars with you at night, I knew I couldn't continue the way like how I was before... before I met you again. Like being trapped in a building or apprehending someone and missing out of something that we planned in advance, I- I can't have that. Which is why I'd need to think of alternative operation routes, ones that require less sacrifice however still bear the same effectiveness as before. This is why I am the way I am now."

Who knew back then that this man would be your first love- a man so honest and sincere. Back when you would take a moment to smile at him in the hallways, receive help for retrieving the textbooks on the 2-metre shelves or just those few times when passing by the senior classrooms on your way to the music practice room and see him sleeping or staring outside the window where he sat.

“And you’ll find him. That person who will be with you through all life’s joy and heartbreak. Someone who will never leave you. Your King.”

You recall your father’s words as you squeeze Gavin’s hand a little more tighter. He squeezes right back three times.

You notice Gavin’s eyes awaken with a certain emotion that only you will notice- that something only you will ever know- directed at only you.

You squeeze his hand a little more tighter. He squeezes right back three times.

“Whether life is a game of Chess or not, you’re the only one who can dominate my territory, my pieces and my King. And when it comes to you, I’ve already won... my Queen.”

Closing his eyes, he brings forth your hand to his lips and lightly kisses it, already forever fulfilling his declaration of love.

I haven't posted any fan fiction before, let alone officially write one. This also accounts my first time having written this particular second person perspective, (apart from the Blue Temperature Gavin Empty Arena story) as this isn’t how I usually write. Normally I use first person and more indirect dialogue more than direct dialogue in my creative writing but this was really fun to try! Honestly, I couldn’t help myself but to bring forth some foreshadowing/parallels with the actual main storyline because admittedly, my writing takes need a lot of thought to understand the techniques I use and why my writing is the way it is. So, I won't be completely sure on if this will be received or not HAHA. But apart from everything else, this piece of work was made for this very special case for this very special day for a very special person so I won’t be posting much fan fiction as much as my other current work as I still prioritise my analyses and miscellaneous posts more but if you happen to want to see more, please let me know :) Thanks for reading and let’s all show Cheri much love for her accomplishments and milestone, today!

[hops-hunny]

Enemies to lovers? Neville and the reader hate each other to the core until one night at a party she gets him jealous and riled up and he gets mad and drags them up to his dorm😌❤️

PRONOUNS: SHE/HER

We all share one brain cell here don't we? CAUSE THIS IS GONNA BE SO SELF INDULGENT. This turned into a mini fic by accident 😭

Neville had had enough of her. It seemed like everything she did was for the sole purpose of getting under his skin. The way she spoke, the way she acted, those stupid little too short skirts she'd wear.

He always thought of himself to be a pretty patient and civil person and when (Y/n) had first come into the picture he stuck to that. But she knew just what to say and do to slowly break that kind and patient facade personality of his. He wanted to push whatever constant tiff they had going on aside for the night, he was here to enjoy the gryffindor victory with his friend's. Not argue with stupid little (y/h/h) girl's with too much free time on their hands. So he did just that until,

"Whoops! I'm sorry I didn't see you there Longbottom!" She said, empty cup still tipped over above where the contents had "accidentally" spilled over his white shirt. (Y/n) forcefully removed her eyes from the exposed skin that was revealed due to the liquid. A few people had stopped were they doing to look at the sight, some giggling a bit while others were just being nosey.

Neville felt himself growing redder by the second but unlike the usual embarrassment he would feel it was instead something different, anger. He stood up, downing the liquid in his own cup before placing it on the table. He growled slightly, taking a step closer to the girl. (Y/n) felt her eyes widen as she began to step backwards, Nev matching her steps until she was pressed against a wall.

"What is your problem, (L/n)? What made you start this whole little thing anyways?" He said, pressing one hand against the wall next to her head. "You know, I'm getting really tired of your shit. So what is it? What in Merlin's name do you want?" He said quirking a brow.

(Y/n) stood there in shock, gulping at the low resonance that had made it's way to the boy's throat. She felt her body heat up as she clenched her thighs together, rubbing them together slightly hoping the action would go unnoticed. However luck was not on her side but it was on Neville's. He chuckled slightly as he looked down at her.

"How pathetic." He said, gripping her arm before dragging her off in the direction of his dorm. Once they got there, he swiftly removed her dress before throwing her on the bed. "No underwear, huh? I expected nothing less from a common whore like you." He sneered, beginning to take his pants, unbuckling his belt.

(Y/n) sat up on her elbows some before gaping at the sheer sight in front of her. Neville was..how should she put it? Oh yeah, absolutely hung. She was snapped out of her thought as she felt the fat tip of his cock smack her clit.

"You know, what I find funny is you always seem to have something to say but for once, in all the years you've been being a nuisance, you have absolutely nothing to say!" He said, continuing to gather her slick on his hard member before aligning his tip with her entrance. "Well that's more than okay, petal. You'll be saying quite a bit soon enough. In fact, I think you'll find that your mouth won't close for the next hour or so."

[carewyncromwell]

[HPHM] Carewyn Cromwell and Orion Amari Cinderella AU Moodboard

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Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms at war -- the land of Royaume with rolling valleys and mountain ranges, and the land of Florence by the southeastern sea. Their conflict had started fifty years ago, rooted in a territory dispute that blew up in an assassination and full-scale war. Since then, the royal family of Royaume, including the young Prince Henri, was kept under very tight house-arrest. It also resulted in many families gaining status and power in the two nation’s governments through investing in war.

One of those such families in the nation of Royaume were the Cromwells, led by the cold and ruthless Lord Charles Cromwell. The Cromwells put in a lot of their own money investing in the War, and those investments only came back to them tenfold, making them incredibly wealthy and very well-regarded among Royaume’s royal court. The King of Royaume needed all of the financial assistance he could get -- especially since he’d spent a lot of money to hire a mercenary from an outside country to assassinate the Crown Prince of Florence in an attempt to end the War, only for the War to go on unabated when the King of Florence coughed up a replacement heir. And as luxurious as the Royaumanian palace and many of its country estates looked, a lot of the lower classes weren’t getting their fair share, around paying for the soldiers at war. There were rumors that Florence was better-off, since they simply used black magic to make money and food appear out of fat air, but that was widely considered to be unfounded rumors. Royaumanians were very distrustful of magic and those who practiced it, and Florence’s harboring of witches and wizards didn’t do much to endear the common man to their enemy country.

This was why, one day at the local market in Royaume’s capital, there was a lot of fuss made when one of the street vendors -- an old miser named Argus Filch --  suspected a strange man of buying ingredients for a potion.

“I’m not stupid, boy,” said Mr. Filch, looking over the stranger with suspicion. “You think those things you’ve been picking up like a crow look like anything other than some kind of black magic recipe?”

The stranger in question -- a young, tanned, black-eyed man with a beard and slightly-too-long dark hair -- responded with remarkable calm.

“I assure you, sir, black magic is certainly not my intention,” he said quietly.

“Oh yeah?” challenged Mr. Filch. “What’s all this for, then?”

“A friend,” the young man answered.

“A friend, eh? Some nasty old witch in the forest, I’m sure -- thinking of mixing up some poison potion -- ”

“Is there a problem here?”

Both men looked up, very startled.

A young lady astride a white horse had just come to a stop beside them. She was dressed in a light yellow gown with green sleeves and her ginger hair was done up in netting decked with pearls. It was a peculiar sight, to see so well-dressed a woman riding her own horse through the market rather than riding in a carriage, even if she did ride side-saddle.

The ginger-haired lady glanced at the dark-haired stranger out the side of her almond-shaped blue eye. Although her face was as stoic as a marble statue’s, there was something about her gaze that caught his attention. It was discerning, and yet...not cold. Not condescending.

The lady then turned to Mr. Filch.

“Good sir,” she said, “why do you harangue my escort?”

The dark-haired stranger blinked, but otherwise kept the surprise from his face. Mr. Filch himself blinked several times in rapid succession.

“Y-your escort?” he sputtered. “Then...you’re who he was shopping for?”

“That I am,” said the lady very coolly. “Is there a problem with my purchases?”

“W-well, yes, in fact!” Mr. Filch stammered, his suspicion returning even though he was clearly intimidated. “What could a fine lady such as yourself want with this sort of...pagan nonsense?”

The lady raised her eyebrows dryly. “‘Pagan nonsense?’”

“Yes!” said Mr. Filch, his voice becoming a bit louder in his defensiveness. “Rosemary, henbane -- ”

“I require rosemary for the kitchen staff, to season our meals,” said the lady at once. “And henbane makes for pleasant incense -- we use it to stifle the smell of cigar smoke, after large parties.”

Filch looked a bit abashed.

“...And what about the absinthe? That stuff’s pretty strong...and the catswort...”

“My uncle brews drinks with absinthe, as a palette cleanser after large meals....and surely you yourself know of how much house cats enjoy catswort? I believe I see cat fur on your coat.”

“Well, yes, but...but what about the Mandrakes?” challenged Filch. “That is pretty occult, if I’ve ever -- ”

“The Mandragora plant has some of the prettiest flowers I’ve ever seen,” the lady said, and her blue eyes grew a little narrower. “Now have I satisfactorily nullified your concerns? I’m afraid I have an urgent appointment at the palace, and I know my grandfather Lord Cromwell would be very displeased if I was late for it because someone suspected his family of aligning themselves with witchcraft.”

Mr. Filch suddenly went very, very white. “L-Lord Cromwell!? Y-you’re related to -- ?!”

He abruptly prostrated himself before her. “My lady!”

The display actually seemed to make the young Lady Cromwell look incredibly uncomfortable -- as if she hadn’t intended for the threat to make the vendor react with quite so much anxiety.

“Rise, please,” she said, and her voice seemed oddly remorseful. “That’s not necessary. Just be on your way and leave this man be, please.”

“Yes, my lady!” said Mr. Filch very quickly, looking no less anxious. “O-of course, my lady...”

With that, he slunk away, back down the street toward his stall.

Lady Cromwell looked down at the dark-haired stranger again. His sparkling black eyes had not left her face for almost the entire exchange and were very difficult to read.

“Have you bought everything you need?” she asked under her breath.

The stranger inclined his head in a single nod. “Yes.”

Lady Cromwell nodded in return, a very small smile touching the corners of her red lips. “Good. Walk beside my horse for a block or so. I’ll escort you out of the market, so you can head home.”

She flicked the reins and started her horse off at a leisurely trot. The dark-haired man hesitated briefly, before adjusting the basket under his arm so that the handle hung on his shoulder and following her.

“That was some very clever thinking on your part,” he said quietly.

Lady Cromwell raised her eyebrows.

“You seem surprised,” she said dryly. “Have you never encountered a clever woman before?”

“On the contrary,” the man replied, “I’m fortunate to count several as my friends. But I must confess, I did not expect such kindness from someone in your position.”

“And pray, what ‘position’ is that?”

The man inclined his head respectfully. “A lady of the Cromwell estate, of course. After all, as you yourself said...your grandfather most assuredly would be offended if someone associated him and his family with witchcraft.”

Lady Cromwell shot a quick glance at him out the side of her eye. Then she faced forward again.

“...I suppose I...have never been that much like the rest of my family,” she said softly. “Excluding my brother.”

“The young Lord Tristan Cromwell?” asked the man.

“No -- Jacob Cromwell,” she replied. “He’s at the war front.”

The man’s dark eyes flickered with a strange, sad glint.

“I see...”

The lady brought her horse to a stop and faced the man more fully.

“Well then, this is where I leave you. I’m sorry if it requires more of a walk for you to return home, but I must be off to the castle -- I’m already running behind.”

“It’s no problem at all,” said the dark-haired stranger. “It truly is not so far of a walk for me.”

Lady Cromwell nodded politely. “Very well. Farewell, then, Mr...?”

“With respect, my lady,” said the man with a slight wry smile, “perhaps it’s best that we not share our identities.”

The red-haired lady cocked her eyebrows sardonically. “Seems rather rude of you, considering you already know mine.”

“Ah, but I don’t, truly,” said the stranger, and his black eyes sparked with something almost mischievous. “I know your family name, yes, but that’s not who you are, is it? And truthfully even who you are now isn’t really that important. I’d say who you wish to be is far more telling than who you are at the present moment.”

Lady Cromwell raised an eyebrow, intrigued a bit despite herself. “Really? And who do you wish to be, sir?”

His black eyes twinkled a bit more, making them resemble two miniature night skies with hundreds of tiny pinprick stars.

“...A free man.”

Lady Cromwell’s eyes actually softened a bit, almost sympathetically.

“...Well, I hope you achieve that dream, Mr. Freeman,” she said in an unusually kind voice.

She flicked the reins of her horse.

“Farewell!” she called behind her.

Despite himself, the dark-haired stranger felt his face breaking into a broad smile as he watched her gallop away.

“Farewell,” he murmured, “Lady Cromwell.”

Not long after she was out of sight, a familiar black carriage appeared around a corner, and the door cracked open so that one could enter it. With an airy sigh, the dark-haired man climbed into the carriage and shut the door behind him, before the carriage rode off.

Not long after, the woman who’d been called “Lady Cromwell” arrived at the Royaumanian palace. She received a lot of attention from the castle staff for her mother’s old dress and formal hair and make-up -- and when she approached the thrones of the King and Queen, she startled everyone with her greeting.

“Your Majesties,” she said lowly, her blue eyes downcast to the floor to obscure the faint nerves she felt, “my name is Carewyn. Lord Cromwell sent me, so that I may serve his Highness, the Prince.”

The King looked very startled. “Lord Cromwell? Then...”

His face suddenly burst into an incredulous smile.

“...Why then, you’re the new maidservant! Lord Cromwell’s serving girl! My, but you have cleaned up -- I never would have guessed!”

“Clearly Lord Cromwell treats his servants well, if even they look the part of a courtier,” said the Queen, and she couldn’t help but giggle behind her hand.

Carewyn successfully resisted the urge to scoff. Charles most certainly had not told her to come dressed in her mother’s old dress or doll herself up quite this much -- he wanted Carewyn to be eyes and ears for their family, not to draw attention away from her cousins vying for the Prince’s hand. But Carewyn had her own reasons for wanting to make a good first impression.

“Come nearer to me, child,” said the Queen.

Carewyn obeyed politely. She still had some trouble meeting the King and Queen’s eyes, but she kept her composure as best she could.

“Turn for me.”

Faintly confused, Carewyn nonetheless did so. The Queen looked very pleased.

“Oh, she’s just like a little china doll!” she said through a simpering smile. “Prince Henri is going to have such fun with her, wouldn’t you say, dear?”

“Yes, yes, indeed,” said the King with a chortle. “I don’t know if you’re aware, Carewyn, but my son has quite a knack for -- ”

“Father!”

Carewyn couldn’t stop herself from turning around in surprise as the man who had to be Prince Henri strode up the hall.

He certainly was dressed the part, that was for certain. He wore a doublet made of gold-trimmed purple velvet complete with a brocaded cape and a matching hat and breeches with white stockings and gold-buckled black shoes.

“Henri, how good of you to join us,” said the Queen brightly. “Carewyn -- this is Henri Lancelot-Yves Andre -- Crown Prince of Royaume.”

Carewyn curtsied politely. “It’s an honor, your Highness.”

The dark-skinned prince Henri gave a bright white grin. “Ah, then you’re the new maidservant! I think I can see why you were sent over -- your fashion is on point, despite your dress being of an older style...”

He offered a hand politely to her.

“Come -- we must get you fitted appropriately!”

With faint hesitance, Carewyn rested her hand on top of the prince’s and followed him out.

“Fitted, Your Highness?” she asked. “I thought I merely would receive a uniform, once I arrived.”

“Oh, you will,” said the Prince brightly, “but no member of the castle staff is going to wear a uniform that doesn’t fit her properly -- I’ll need to tailor it. And please...call me Andre.”

Meanwhile, the dark-haired stranger called “Freeman” was getting an earful from the man in the carriage.

“Orion, you can’t keep running off every time you’re able to sidestep your attendants,” said the blond-haired man in the carriage. His arms were crossed, and although his expression was grave, it wasn’t particularly strict or reproachful. “There’s a lot of military strategy to discuss.”

“I learn a lot more about our enemy here on the streets than I ever could in a tower, McNully,” said Orion serenely. Once he’d finished organizing his basket of herbs, he lay it down on the seat across from him. “Don’t let me forget to deliver that to Miss Haywood, for the wounded.”

“You could stand to learn about your enemy in both places,” said McNully, “and you could also stand to think a bit more critically before disguising yourself and wandering across the border. Do you know what the Royaumanians would do, if they caught you?”

Orion considered this. “Hmm...perhaps that would make a good strategy. Cleopatra herself apparently smuggled herself inside a rug, so as to parley with Julius Caesar -- ”

“Yes, but Cleopatra’s older half-brother hadn’t been killed on Caesar’s orders beforehand,” McNully cut him off a bit more forcefully.

He sighed heavily.

“Orion...I understand you never asked for any of this. I mean, of all the people I could’ve seen becoming heir to the throne of Florence, I’d have said you only had a 3% chance of being picked.”

“Much obliged,” said Orion with a rather placid smile.

His face then grew a bit more serious.

“Even so,” he said quietly, “it’s my responsibility. And so is ending this war, preferably in such a way that balance is restored.”

“Kind of hard to do, when Royaume seem more interested in killing off royal family members than negotiating,” said McNully. “At this rate, I’d say the odds are slim they’ll accept peace over all-out surrender -- 10%, tops.

Orion shook his head. “Its leaders, maybe, but not its people. There is goodness among them. Patience, tenacity, loyalty, and fire. A desire for peace and stability, in place of war and loss.”

“And an irrational hatred of us, bred out of a fear of everyone and anyone even slightly associated with magic,” McNully pointed out.

“Not all of them feel that way.”

“A good 98% do.”

Orion glanced out the window at the large wall that marked the border of Royaume and Florence. Positioned in the distance were a battalion of Royaumanian soldiers shooting their guns and yelling -- no doubt they were being distracted just long enough for their carriage to slip through unnoticed.

“However slim the number,” said Orion quietly, “there are those here who don’t fear the unknown and mysterious -- whose kindness gives them courage...”

The face of the ginger-haired lady he’d met in the market rippled over the Florentine Prince’s mind again, and his lips curled up in a small smile.

“That’s something we can count as a blessing and use to our advantage.” 

[not-from-the-absence-of-violence]

I exist as I am

it is yet again @jonnitweek time :D 

Day 4 - identity / fluff

Jonnit and their relationship with gender.

Jonnit sat at a table, breakfast among the crew these days was somewhat tense with their new status and the captain's death looming over their shoulders.

Dref didn’t like eating around other people so he had gone and locked himself in his own office to eat, Travis was sitting in front of him, he looked generally annoyed at the world while he ate his breakfast.

Gable arrived a few moments later, having gotten no food for themself as they usually stole from Travis, who always grabbed way too much.

“Hello Jonnit,” they said cheerfully, Jonnit smiled back, then they said “Travis.” who gave them a bleary glare.

They sat down next to him and in practiced familiarity went to grab Travis' mug.

He swatted at their hand like an annoyed cat. “That’s heartroot,” he said pointedly. “Which if you want you are going to have to blend yourself I’m afraid.”

They don’t seem at all surprised by this, just seem annoyed that they will have to get their own drinks later.

Jonnit stares at him, he has heard of heartroot before of course, it’s one of those things that he is aware of but has never actually thought about.

“You drink heartroot?” Jonnit asks in genuine curiosity.

Travis smirks. “Sometimes,” he says, “staying the same for so long would just be dreadfully boring don’t you think?”

Gable shakes their head a little. “I feel like you aren’t explaining this right.”

“Well how would you put it then?”

They seem to pause for a second. “You humans and your gender,” they say, then stare at Jonnit, “I’ve certainly never gotten it.”

And Jonnit thought he did, right up until that point where he wasn’t sure actually. He hadn’t grown up particularly sheltered, there are however things that you just don’t question, corsairs were generally a lot more free, and glamorous, in their expression.

-

“Dref, how does heartroot work?” Jonnit said as he was sitting on a desk in his office as Dref worked methodically to clean some equipment.

“I-It’s not s-something I’m an ex- xpert in b-but,” they say, turning to look at Jonnit, there is a bright slightly nervous energy about the way he kicks his legs, “It’s d-definitely m- magic.”

Jonnit rolled his eyes without malice. “I get that.”

Dref can’t help but smile at him. “I h-have p-ersonally n-never t-taken it.”

“I think i get how it works, i meant more in a,” he said and vaguely waved his arms around, “how do you know you want it, I guess?”

Jonnit seems lost in his thoughts for a moment and Dref wishes he knew better how to verbalize his own feelings, he hasn’t taken heartroot no, this doesn’t mean they don’t understand the anxious curiosity practically radiating from Jonnit.

“N-not everyone who f-feels d-different t-takes heartroot,” they tried. “B-but some p-people feel their b-body doesn’t align w-with who they are.”

Jonnit hummed impatiently. “But how do you know.”

“Experimentation? Often t-there is m-more to ex-xploring g-gender.”

Jonnit seems content with that answer, a small smile on his face as he stares at the wall. “Sure okay.” he flashes a smile at Dref, “Thanks, man.”

“Any t-time.” Dref says and they lapse back into comfortable silence as Jonnit ponders and Dref works.

-

Celebrations are always big on the Uhuru, the sound of music and laughter filling the ship with an almost magical energy.

Jonnit likes parties, the general buzz of fun and movement letting the gentle worry of the life of a corsair fade into the background.

It’s night and Travis is lamenting about it, a coyote on Gable’s lap. Dref comes into the room, they are wearing a floor length skirt and a coat other than his doctor's coat for once.

Gable smiles at him. “Look who pulled out all the stops tonight.”

He blushes and stammers a bit, “T-thank you.”

Jonnit can’t help but stare at it, the fabric looking soft and glittery all the same. “I didn’t know you owned skirts.” he remarks.

“T-they are i-inconvenient for m-most of m-my work,” he says, a bit solemn.

Jonnit nods, a pirate's life was not made for pretty and frilly outfits. Travis grumbles something about being able to wear skirts when she’s human and Gable laughs at him, genly petting her head.

He can’t help but keep staring at Dref’s skirt as they run their fingers through the fabric.

“I p-probably have one f-for y-you,” Dref says suddenly, “if you w-would l-like?”

Jonnit’s eyes go wide and he smiles excitedly, “For real?” he says.

Dref nods.

“Cool! Thank you.” he says, getting up quickly and practically dragging Dref to the door.

Gable and Travis watch them leave as Jonnit bables excitedly, Dref looks at him with a soft smile.

“They grow up so fast.” Travis says mocking at Gable’s incredibly fond look.

“Oh sush,” they say, “you are one to talk.”

-

Jonnit stares at himself in the tall mirror of the captain's quarters, the skirt Dref has given him is a deep blue, with what looks like stars embroidered at the bottom of it. He likes the sensation of it when he spins, the fabric swishing and all the constellations moving with him.

He isn’t sure why he has never worn a skirt before, mostly because it has never been practical maybe, but now he feels warm and happy as he looks in the mirror.

“It s-suits you,” Dref says,

“Yeah!” Jonnit says with glee. “Now let’s go dance.”

He pulls Dref by his arm, who then almost stumbles but quickly follows behind Jonnit, into the mass of dancing skyjacks.

Everyone seems excited to see them, of course they are the heroes of the hour having not so long ago taken down The Civility.

Everyone on the crew is fond of Jonnit, he mingels easily in the crowd and people seem glad to teach him all types of dances he eagerly attempts.

Gable pops in and out, occasionally to Jonnit's delight swinging him around like he weighs nothing. Dref mostly stays at the outskirts, nodding at the pats on the back he gets from the rest of the crew, smiling at Jonnit’s exited demeanor.

"I should wear this more often." He says later, twirling to make the skirt turn with him.

"Y-you can k-keep it," Dref says firmly.

Jonnit looks at him like he has stars in his eyes. "Thank you," he says, and leans in for a hug slowly, so Dref can back out.

Dref melts into the quick hug, holding Jonnit for a second, hoping he gets everything they didn’t get to have.

-

After Buzra Nyth Jonnit still owns the skirt. Dref was right of course, it isn’t very convenient in most situations but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t wear it.

It surprisingly doesn’t feel terrible to wear it, it brings with it only soft memories of Dref, and a nice glow like feeling that Jonnit can’t help but smile at. It’s the comfort Dref would give him, were he still here.

-

There is something about being called “boy” that just doesn’t sit right with Jonnit. He’d imagined it was because of how childish it made him feel, but there is something weirdly specific about the twinge of discomfort that comes with it.

Gable and Travis are listening to him ramble about in, trying to pay attention at this late hour. It is, Jonnit imagines, a bit like a sleepover you would have were they a normal friend group.

Except Travis, who is a snake at the moment, is curled around Gable’s neck, and Gable is nodding along while they idly play with a gun.

“Is girl any better?” Gable tries.

Jonnit grimaces a bit. “It’s not...worse?”

“Let’s just call you child then.” Travis says.

Gable vaguely pushes part of him off their shoulder. “This is important.” they say annoyed. Jonnit can’t help but laugh at them both.

“What about young man?” Gable keeps trying.

“It isn’t bad, doesn’t feel...me?” he says, gesturing vaguely. It was all confusing and not easy to explain.

“Well people don’t need to use gendered anything.” Gable says matter of factly.

“Or everything.” Travis says, and she smiles Jonnit a snakey grin.

As the night goes on Jonnit has a small list written down; he finds he doesn’t mind “son”, but he does prefer “sibling”, he decidedly dislikes “boy” and “man” feels distant, “sir” and “madam” both have a certain status they are excited about achieving someday. It’s almost fun really, repeating small sentences in their brain, imagining scenarios, Travis and Gable both occasionally sleepily adding commentary.

He ends the list with a twice underlined bold. “Captain Kessler.” which leaves him smiling stupidly at the paper.

This is my friend, they are a corsair and their name is Jonnit. He writes down carefully.

“Hey would you guys mind using they pronouns for me occasionally,” they say at the end of the night, feeling a small and unreasonable anxiety in his chest.

Gable smiles excitedly. “Of course!”

Travis lifts her head from where it was buried in Gable's hair. “Welcome to the club, kid.”

Jonnit smiles. “Yeah,” they say, “yeah I guess so.”

-

Jonnit smiles at the scene before him, Margaret had forced them all into what she regarded as a well needed rest after Nordia. So here they were now, cooped up into Dref’s former office, laying on the floor as Margaret did their nails one by one.

It was an activity that required patience, and forced you to sit down and enjoy eachothers company. Occasionally Margaret and Travis took sips from their mugs of heartroot, Travis’ balanced precariously on the edge of a book shelf, Margaret’s safely at her side as she chided Gable for moving too much.

Jonnit clinked their bright freshly polished nails against his own mug, they were a deep blue to match with their skirt and made a soft lovely sound against the ceramic.

Jonnit had, almost shyly, approached Margaret about blending heartroot a while ago, and had been blown away by her level of enthusiasm and knowledge.

So there he was, shakingly holding the tea, which was ever so carefully picked to stop facial hair growth and to make their voice just a little higher. Margaret had gently reminded him that the mix could always be adjusted, people and feelings change after all. It still felt like a big step as he took a small sip, it was sweet and almost floral and warm.

He couldn’t quite contain his giggles, a happy haze falling over them. His three companions turn to him with equal fond looks.

-

Many things happened when Jonnit went back to Akaron, the feelings and slight unresolved tension from when they had left home still hanging around the air and certainly explanations were needed from his sister, who had apparently also left home.

Both Zana and his dad were delighted to see him, embracing them in a group hug so tight Jonnit almost felt he couldn’t breathe.

His nervousness falling away as they entered their childhood home and sat down to have the longest conversation he had had with anything in a while.

There was a lot to digest of course, with both Zana and him retelling their adventures, their destinies, their fears. Jonnit’s gender journey in the end was only one of the many many items in the long list of explanations that night.

Whatever edge of nervousness there was it was worth it for the gentle peace of understanding that washed over all of them having talked.

It was worth the giddiness he got when he overheard Zana talking to a friend of hers.

“Yeah me and my sibling are home for a bit,” she says, “Jonnit? You remember them right?”

It was worth for the hug his father gave them when they left, full of unspeakable emotion.

“I’ll always be here you know,” his father said, blinking back tears, “whatever you do, you always have home to come back to.”

Jonnit was tearing up too “Thanks dad.” he said and added, “You’ll always be welcome on my ship too.”

His dad gave him a wide smile, tears now falling from his eyes as he nudged them towards the Uhuru where Travis and Gable were waiting. “Now go get them, captain Kessler.”

-

“Captain?” his quartermaster said as they slowly entered their quarters, Jonnit nodded at them to speak “Ma’am the crew is awaiting orders. Shall I tell them to get to their battle stations?”

Captain Jonnit Kessler moved away from the window where he was looking at their next target, a red feather ship gilded in gold, one of the last ones in the sky. He couldn’t help but smile, they should be used to this by now but some things never quite stop being a small novelty.

“Yes,” they said, “and tell Gable to come up to my quarters, I would like to see them before the battle.”

The quartermaster nodded, the excitement of upcoming battle clearly in the air. “Yes ma’am.” they said, exaggerating the salute a little.

Jonnit smiled and shook his head. “Well get to it then.” they said, not quite being able to shake the amusement in his voice

“Yes sir!” they say, with a final grin as they leave the room.

And with that Capitain Kessler prepares themself for one of many battles to come, one of the crucial ones that one day make them the best pirate to ever live, the ones that help him one day rule the skies.

[originofjaehyun]

Interlude: No More Drama | Part 3 | Boom

Interlude: No More Drama Masterlist

Word count: 3,178

Warnings: None except for mentions of cigarette I guess

Part 3 | Boom

“It was rather good baby, the day you were standing there again like a picture.”

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Jaehyun’s used to girls flocking around him.

He never meant to boast about his look, but it would be a lie if he told people that he's not confident with it. His pale skin, combined with the defined jaw, decorated with a pair of brown eyes that could penetrate with just a look, he is chiseled to perfection. 

There are many times where he would go to clubs, either with a friend or with his clients, just to have the rest of the night pretending he’s having a good time when he’s not. He is sick with the same pattern, girls trying to steal his attention, trying their best to seducing them. He has witnessed more than a handful of women that wore something that could barely hold their breasts. 

Jaehyun hated these types of girls. But he would hold them just for the sake of temporary satisfactions. What is wrong with hookups, as long as both parties gave their consent? They would feel like they owned Jaehyun the next morning, texted him even when they were already back at their respective homes. But Jaehyun would never respond, seeking nothing more but just a one night stand.

Not until he saw you.

He was sitting right across you, so he had a full picture of how you look that night. You were pretending, just like him. He saw a glimpse of him in you. When you made eye contact with him, he thought you would be another girl that he would bring home for the night, expecting you to send back another flirtatious peek just like how other girls would. But no, he was just another indifferent person for you. You’re back, talking with your best friend and letting out the most genuine smile of the night.

Curious.

He thought as he continued to observe you. In the end, he saw his opportunity to find you, as you walked towards the balcony for a smoke. The moment Jaehyun’s lips touch yours, he feels like a bolt runs through his vines. His heart beats faster as the kiss becomes more intense. Your kisses feel like the first spring for Jaehyun.

Jaehyun woke up with the absence of your presence. So she left, he thought to himself. This is nothing new to Jeong Jaehyun. Every time he had those casual sex, there are times where his partner would just storm outside without even bothered to say goodbye. He’s used to it.

It’s a shame, he thought there’s something different... from you.

It just makes sense for him to flinch when you suddenly opened the door with two glasses of water on both hands.

“Sorry, did I wake you up?” You said to him, apologetically. Worried that you’ve woken him up from his slumber because of the ruckus you’ve made.

You put the glasses on the side table, “I thought you’ll wake up feeling thirsty after… Uhm, last night.” You gulped, feeling slightly embarrassed as you remembered how he devoured you just a few hours ago.

“I’m sorry for barging your apartment, but you look so content in your sleep that I don’t want to wake you up. I promise I didn’t steal anything.”

Me, content? 

This is something new to Jaehyun. This is the first time he sleeps longer than his partner. Even when they left without trying to not wake him up, he would pretend that he’s still asleep, just for the sake of being polite.

He stared at you, scanning how you look, before letting out a soft hoarse simper.

“There’s nothing much in my place anyway, but I’m guessing you’ve taken a liking on my shirt?”

You blushed, “Well, I technically passed out last night, and you refused to let me go after the fourth round.”

“We left our clothing in the hallway, so I just grab whatever is lying here. I hope you don’t mind, here’s yours.” You passed the already-folded shirt and trousers to him. “Uhm, your boxer is in the middle. I left your coat at the coat hanger.”

He blinks repeatedly, without replying to your statement. Realizing he might still be collecting himself after being woken up, abruptly, you continued your speech.

“I’ll be gone before long. I hope you’re ok with me changing here, I don’t know where your bathroom is and I’ve been barging long enough.”

You’ve sensed that his gaze has become softer, eyes gleaming.

“Don’t change yet.” He finally talked to you. “Can you come here instead?”

He stretched out his arms, adorably asking for your presence. He pressed both of his lips together, acting spoiled and forcing the dimples to come out. After last night, he actually asked, rather than commanding. You let out a small chuckle, before falling on top of him, cuddling with each other.

You took a moment to enjoy the silence between you. The room only filled with the sound of your breathing, harmonizing with each other. He casually caressed your hair, tightening his hugs while making sure you’re still comfortable in between his arms. This man could be gentle too, so you thought, after seeing him being so beastly last night. He placed a kiss on your temple, then playfully snuffling himself onto your hair.

“I should get going.” You stopped him from tickling you further.

“As much as I enjoy this and it’s Saturday morning, I think I’m overstaying my welcome.”

“Who said so? I can do this all day.” He put his head on the crook of your neck, continued to act spoiled. “At least stay for breakfast? I can cook for you.”

“You’re good looking, smell nice, extremely experienced in bed and now you can cook? God seems a bit unfair when he created you, huh?” You scoffed at his statement, making him burst in laughter.

“But really, I have to turn down the offer. My best friend will start hunting for me if she knows I’m at a stranger’s house. But thank you for your kindness.”

You raise yourself up, ready to change back to the attire you wore last night. He then limped himself back to the bed, staring at the ceiling as you changed. 

“Can I see you again?” He’s now sitting down again, watching as you continued to wear your pants.

You zipped your trousers.

“Oh Jaehyun,” You walked towards him, picking up the phone you left at his side table. “You’re a charmer, you’d find plenty of women like me.”

You plant a kiss on his forehead, before striding your way to his apartment door.

–

“Do you have everything ready?”

You rolled your eyes before replying to the owner of the sweet voice. “Joy, this is the fifth time you’ve asked me and yes, I have everything.”

She sighed, “Well, it’s only natural for us to be nervous, right? After all, we are going to meet a representative from NCT Corp., big bucks, y’know?” She rubs her thumb with her index and middle fingers, acting like there’s a dollar bill in between. 

“Well, my dear friend, you’re in luck cause the creative director is coming with you. Besides, ever heard a rumor that our clients would prepare a signed document beforehand if they knew I’m coming?” You said while shrugging your shoulders.

“Fucking show off.” Joy rolled her eyes.

“Language, miss.”

She then clings your arm, acting spoiled – in case you would ask her to go home early; which is not a good sign. 

Both of you then proceed to enter the car, provided by the company that’s ready to drive you to the potential client’s office, NCT Corp., located at the heart of Seoul. It is a commercial property services firm, the biggest in South Korea. It has managed billions of square feet in property and facilities management and has done over thousands of leasing transactions. No wonder Joy breaks to sweat when she’s told that she’s going to be in this project with you when the client is in such caliber.

That’s not the case for you. You love the challenge and you love the thrill, when you’re faced with something that needs more than just a simple multiplication, your brain starts to work in wonders and you love that feeling. You love being in control of your job and you take pride in every work you’ve done.

You aligned at the lobby. It’s very modern and chic, but you know that the marbles that they used to decorate the floor would cost a fortune.

“Hi, how can I help you today?” The lady at the receptionist greeted you with a wide grin.

“Hi, I’m here to meet Mr. Seo? We’re scheduled to have a meeting at three.”

“OK Miss, may I have your ID card?”

You swiftly took your wallet and gave her your ID card.

“It’s [Y/N] [Y/L/N], from The Paper Plane.”

She then scans your ID card and flips open the ever-thick notes, filled with the black ink marking the company’s busy schedule. She stopped at one of the lines, before handing over two guest cards.

“Ms. [Y/N], we’ve confirmed your appointment today with Mr. Seo. All you need to do is to tap the card on the entry, and press the number 27 at the elevator.” She continues and pointing the direction of her right, showing you which way to go.

You grab both of the guest cards, handing one of the cards to Joy, “Thank you very much!”

She nods, “You’re welcome, I’ll inform Mr. Seo immediately that you’ve arrived. Have a good day!”

You’re trying your best not to let out a loud gasp when you reach the 10th floor. While the lobby downstairs was leaning towards the grandiose side, the current floor opts for a more humbled tone. The space was designed with a monochrome palette with wooden accents. The pillars were painted in black, but what impressed you the most was the wide panoramic window, showing off the breathtaking view the employees got to see every single day. You are then greeted with another person, this time a young man with curly brown hair, skin washed in a healthy tan. His eyes flicker at the sight of you.

“Are you Ms. [Y/L/N]?” He asked you and you nod.

“Great, I’m Donghyuck and I’m Mr. Seo’s current assistant. Please, follow me.” He said quickly, refusing to waste any more second. 

“Nice office, by the way.” Joy jumped into the conversation. 

Donghyuck chuckled, while he continued to lead his way, “Our Mr. Seo hated it when we’re constrained in the same view every day, thus the wide window.”

“You’d be surprised by how many times he forced us to brainstorm with him near the window. There’s a reason why I have my tan on, despite not taking any vacations.” He put his hand next to his mouth, being extra careful not to be caught by his boss talking about him. Both of you just laugh at his remark, making sure you stopped before Donghyuck knocks the door in front of you.

“Mr. Seo?” Donghyuck asked the person in question, being replied with a muted ‘yes’.

“The people from The Paper Plane are here.”

“Oh, please come in!”

Donghyuck enters the room, leaving the door open so that you ladies can enter after him. You didn’t make him wait for long, as you stride your way in. You’re then faced with a very tall man, a handsome chap. His eyes were the color of the earthy brown, glistening like an old copper penny. He greets you with a smile, showing you a dimple that is located on one of his cheekbones. 

“Hi, I’m [Y/N] [Y/L/N]. It’s great to finally meet you.”

“Pleasure is all mine. I’m Johnny Seo, Chief Marketing Officer for NCT Corp.” He said as he shook your hand, letting you smell his fragrance, noting the spicy and woody scent.

“I hope finding your way here was not difficult?” He continues as he made a gesture to let you and Joy sit on the couch at his office. 

“Not at all, Mr. Seo. There was a slight traffic jam at the corner of the street, probably because today is Friday. Otherwise, there’s no way we could miss such a beautiful office.”

A gum smile appears from his face, “Please, just call me Johnny. I might have the chief branded as my title, but I believe I’m too young for people to call me Mr. Seo all the time.”

“But you are an exception, Donghyuck, let’s try to make us look professional in front of these ladies, okay bud?” He then jokingly glared at the younger boy, causing him to hold his laughter. Both you and Joy are quick to realize that the person in front of you is definitely friendly, and kind for loosening up the atmosphere. He probably noticed how nervous Joy was.

“So, let’s get started, shall we? I booked my calendar for this, but surely I’m a busy person!”

You softly giggle, “Right, that is why I got you covered.” A brow raised from Johnny’s face, impressed with the amount of reference you brought with you.

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“And that, finally concludes everything!”

A joyful squeal came from Joy’s mouth – no pun intended. You didn’t realize the sun was already set when you wrapped up your meeting.

“I know from the beginning I was right for choosing The Paper Plane.” Johnny smiles, followed by him stretching out his shoulder due to hours long of conversing with you. “Your portfolio impresses me, [Y/N], I’m looking forward to our project.”

You helped Joy, cleaning up the papers from the coffee table where you guys were pouring out your ideas. 

“Shit, it’s already this late?!”

“Hush, Joy!” You shrieked in panic, eyes wide open as a warning for Joy who just tragically cursed in front of their client. Thankfully Johnny signed the deal already. If not, there goes your hard work.

Johnny, as kind as he is, just laughs at it, “Please don’t mind me, it’s over our working hours anyway, so we’re allowed to be our personal self again.” He said as if he knows that you’re scared of offending him. “Regardless, is there anything wrong, Joy?”

It’s only because he is Johnny Seo and the charisma that he has that he could easily be casual with someone who just jammed hours-long meetings with him. Joy, glad that she ended up didn’t fuck this meeting, quickly grabbed her phone and texting someone before replying to Johnny. “I’m meeting my girlfriends tonight. We’ve planned this dinner since God-knows-when.”

“Wait, you got an appointment? And here I thought we always eat somewhere after our meetings! It’s our tradition, no?” You whined at the last minute change-of-plan, clearly unhappy with the sudden news.

Joy gasps as her eyes widens, “Oh no! I’m sorry I forgot to tell you!” She said as her eyes continue to move frantically, concerned because you would usually eat dinner with her and now the probability of you having your dinner alone is almost absolute.

Just when you’re about to say you’re going to order a delivery or something, Johnny cuts you off, “If you don’t mind, [Y/N], I’m meeting a friend tonight. You can join me for dinner if you want.”

“Oh, please don’t take it the wrong way,” worried that you might start to have a weird judgment about him. “The person in question is my long-time best friend. We’ve known each other for years and we’re constantly in touch. So a night without my friend whining and complaining about life would actually be a good idea.” 

You then look to Joy’s direction, telepathically asking for her advice. Her face said that you should go with it, but you’re still doubting.

“I’m sure my friend will like you,” he continues. “Also, I think your portfolio, combined with your personality will impress ‘em.”

“Well, uhm,”

It’s not that you hate meeting a new person, you’re just not sure how you could be comfortable by having dinner with a – if you dare to say so; a client that could secure your income for the rest of the quarter. Even so, the addition of his friend that you don’t even know what kind of high profile that person has tripled your worry.

“My treat?” Johnny looks at you, shoulders are now both ups, making it his last straw for you to come with him.

You finally laughed, “Oh dear, you surely know how to win someone’s heart.”

Johnny smirked from ear to ear, “Well, I trained for years. It’s only right for me to be able to do so.”

–

“You’re not treating me at Wolfgang’s.”

You stopped your step after you saw the restaurant sign. Wolfgang’s Steakhouse is a steakhouse that originally came from Park Avenue in Manhattan. Ever since it opened its chain restaurant in Seoul, it has been packed with celebrities and other VVIPs. You’re not the type of person who would be stingy with how you spend your money on food but definitely would think twice if you’re going to splurge that much money over a single meal.

Johnny then turned his way to you, before then a waiter opened the door for him.

“Well, consider it as a token of my apology for taking your time during the meeting, and for taking our time before making it for dinner. Besides, me and my friend are regulars at this restaurant. It’s always our go-to if we want to have a good meal. The steak’s awesome, the wine’s great, and the people here are relatively more, I would say, conservative in comparison to other places? So I can actually hear my partner talking, not some random gibberish from others.”

You just felt like you’re underdressed for Wolfgang’s. Not to the point where you’re ready to scoot your ass on a street-food stall at Myeong-dong (those are awesome, by the way), you’re glad that you still dressed properly to meet this client of yours. But you wished you’ve worn something fancier if you were to know your future patronage is going to treat you for an expensive meal.

But since you’re here and your stomach is clearly not on your side if you want to leave the place, you unconsciously follow behind Johnny’s tall figure, and even if you consider yourself not that petite, Johnny would still be able to hide your stature.

“My friend’s already here.” He said while looking at his phone. “He said he’s seated in our usual spot… Oh, there he is!” His eyes wide-opened at the sight of his friend.

So does yours.

“Jaehyun, buddy! Sorry I got caught in traffic!”

It’s been over a month since the night you left his apartment. He didn’t see you at first, no thanks to Johnny’s tall figure, but once he saw your face, his face perks up, you could’ve sworn you didn’t see his invisible tail wagging.

But whatever that has happened, you find yourself smiling without even realizing it, at the sight of him.

A/N: Sorry if this chapter was a bit too... slow in pace in comparison to the first two ones? At least this is how I envisioned Boom to be, just simply sweet. It was also hard to put the lyric into the chapter I literally squeezed my creative juice for this lols also im sorry the words are getting longer and longer by each chapter

[betterthebest]

Here We Go Again | An MJF fanfiction

Not requested. Bella was a teen wrestler working in the Indy circuit until an injury cost her her short career. She and MJF were friends turned lovers, turned strangers and friends again. What happens when she joins AEW to lead a faction with her ex? Will their history jeopardize their rekindled friendship?

This is an alternate universe where MJF didn’t earn a spot in the inner circle. This first part is a flashback, the second will be present time. Hope you all enjoy my original story!

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Part 1: A flashback

Spring 2015 After three years of friendship Max and I became a couple. I wasn’t sure about him at first, our friendship was pretty strong. On our 4th date he asked where this was going. My mind was made up when he visited me in the hospital after I got sick. He was the only one to come see me and spend time with me even though I looked like crap and hadn’t been able to shower in a day. This is when I felt it was true. He really cared.

We established a relationship. And for a year and five months, we were going strong. On our six month anniversary we had a match against each other at one of the promotions we worked. That was the night I told him I loved him. After our match we went back to the hotel. I was supposed to stay with a female wrestler friend of mine, but I lied to my parents. They know Max and like him, but if my dad found out we shared a hotel room, I’d be in major trouble. We laid in bed, my head resting on his chest, hearing his heartbeat. We were silent, enjoying each other’s company. He ran his fingertips up and down my arm softly. We haven’t been intimate, only kissing. I wanted to wait for the right time and he never pushed it. I think he was waiting for me to initiate. He’s usually bold and brash, but with me, he can be soft and sweet.  I looked up at him and smiled. “Max?” “Yes,” he smiled back.  “I think I might... L you.” I couldn’t say the word. I was too nervous that he wouldn’t feel the same. Is it too early? Will he think I’m crazy?  “Well, I L you too. I mean love.” He smirked. I let out a small giggle. Max placed two fingers under my chin and brought me closer. “Say it,” he said softly. He brushed his lips against mine. “I love you Max.” With each syllable my lips touched his. “I love you too,” he kissed me. As the kiss grew more passionate we entangled our bodies together. That night was our first time together. We both had a little experience, but that made this even better. There were a couple of awkward moments, but it was a perfect night. 

2016 came and we were stronger than ever. We travelled to shows together and spent most of our time with each other. We never got tired of each other. In March we started doing tag team matches at one promotion out of the three or four we were a part of. For the next three months, we worked as a tag. Our last tag match was the day before our 1 year anniversary. We won the match and celebrated that night in New York City. He took me to an amazing restaurant and then went back to his family home in Long Island. We spent the night together since his parents and sisters were out of town for the weekend. That day was one of my favorite days spent with Max. That was a day I would cherish for a very long time. A memory that in August, would seem like a lifetime ago. 

August 2nd 2016 was the worst day of my life. The day everything changed. I got badly injured to my neck that almost paralyzed me. That night Max was the main event. When he saw how I wasn’t even moving in the ring, he ran out and kneeled by my side. “Medic, Medic. NOW!” He called out.  “Baby, are you okay? Please be okay. Move your leg, please.” I couldn’t speak, the shock settled in. Shooting pain rain up my spine. I moved my leg slightly, but that sent another shooting pain up my body. The medics came into the ring and carefully strapped me onto a stretcher. Max abandoned his match to go with me to the hospital. “Get back here Friedman.” I heard the promoter shouting.  “I don’t care Frank, I’m going with her. You saw what the fuck happened.” His words spit absolute venom. “Please be okay” I heard his voice shaking and then my vision went blank. On the ride to the hospital I went in and out of consciousness. I could see Max on the side by the paramedic with his hands in his hair. He looked up at me with tears in his eyes. We finally arrived at the hospital. I don’t even know how long it took. I was taken in to the emergency room. Max stood by my side. The EMT told him to go out into the waiting room and call my family. First he grabbed my hand softly, “everything will be okay.” I still couldn’t speak in fear that I would hurt myself more.  I got tests done and had to get emergency surgery. I wasn’t sure if it was the same night, or the next day that my surgery was finished. I woke up when it was light outside. My parents and Max were in the room talking. My eyes fluttered open slowly. “Bella!” Max smiled. My mom came over to me and grabbed my hand. “How are you feeling?” She sounded like she was about to cry.  “I’m okay.” I looked down to see my neck brace. I moved my legs and this time there was no pain. I tried to move my head, but it was uncomfortable. The neck brace limited me obviously. After a few minutes of talking to my mom a doctor came in the room. “Bella, hello. I’m your surgeon Dr. Marley. How are you?” I answered the same as I did for my mom. I wasn’t feeling okay, but I wasn’t feeling terrible either. “Now it will take a couple months of recovery. You only have to wear the neck brace for six weeks, so until the second week of September. You need physical therapy three times a week for the next six weeks as well. I will advise you to take a walk through the hallways once I leave...” He talked more. I listened, but I didn’t really hear what he was saying. That was until he said four words that broke me down. “You shouldn’t wrestle again.” I couldn’t help but cry. “No no no no no no” I said softly. Max grabbed my hand and squeezed a little. “It’s going to be okay.” He ran his thumb across my knuckle. That did nothing to comfort me, I was too distraught. My dream is ruined and I’m only 18.  The doctor and my parents went into the hall to talk. “Didn’t you hear Maxwell, I’m done for?” It wasn’t going to be okay.  “Babe” was all he could say.  “This is just not fair Max.” I cried again. I don’t remember anything except crying all day. For a week I was in the hospital. Many wrestling friends came to visit. After each one I cried, reminding me of what I’m losing. I tried for the next month to go to Max’s local shows. This time he travelled more often as he gained some popularity. The first week of October Max came back from a different state after being away that last week. It was a nice day in New York so we decided to meet up at a park near where I live. It’s been a couple weeks since I got my neck brace off. I had to wear some other device a few times a day. It kept my neck in alignment and gave me regular massages to my neck and shoulder. We sat on the park bench for a while in silence. Max was the first one to speak. “How are you?” I shrugged, “I guess I’m okay.” He grabbed my hand, “how are you, really?” That caught me off guard. He knew exactly when I had a lot on my mind. My brown eyes looked into his. “I’m miserable Max. Nothing is going right. I don’t get to see my boyfriend anymore, I feel numb. Wrestling has been my life. Since I was 9 I dreamed of it. I was always told that I was too fragile and too soft. Now Max... I’m lost. I feel fragile and soft. I can’t believe this is happening to me.” I wanted it so badly to be a dream. Maybe I would wake up on the day of a show and be able to perform. Max took a deep breath as if he was the one doing the rambling. Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at his face. He had sadness in his eyes, he looked defeated. “I don’t want to hold you back.”  “What? Bella, you’re not...”  “Oh come on Max, I’m a mess. You don’t deserve a burden of a girlfriend.” “You’re not a burden, I love you.” “I love you too Max, but being around wrestling makes me feel like shit. I can’t even talk to my friends. Britt called the other day and I declined the call. And she’s been my close friend for a year.” “What about me? Where does that leave me?” He asked firmly.  “I want to be with you, but it hurts so bad.” I cried. Tears spilled like a waterfall, my vision was blurry. “I-I want you to be happy.” I had to take a break. “And I promise you won’t be happy with me around.” “You’re being selfish now.” He stood up. “Maybe so, but I need to look out for me.” “Let me take care of you Bella. I’m happy with you.” “I don’t even feel like myself. Everything has changed.” I rubbed my neck, feeling the scar in the back. “I love you Max and that’s why I have to let you go.” He stood there staring at me. “If that’s what you want. You need to heal, just know I’m always here for you.” He leaned in and kissed me for the last time. We made the kiss last a minute, knowing it won’t happen again. It hurt, everything hurt. This was the correct decision, right?

For the next few years I lived a normal life. I had a decent job and a close family. I never met anyone close to Max. Meaningless hookups just went on to fill an empty void. I wasn’t sure if it was a wrestling void or one because of Max. We didn’t talk originally for two months after our breakup. I didn’t talk to any of my wrestling friends for more months after that. The only person I talked to was Britt Baker and it wasn’t often at all. It wasn’t until 4 years later that I could watch wrestling again. The what ifs played in my head. It took a while and through therapy, I got over that. It was a year since AEW was established that I started watching. I saw many familiar faces and had to come to terms with the fact that I wasn’t able to join them. I had to accept my new life, one that I didn’t plan.

[moneymingyu]

[cw: mentions of death, wonwoo displays a panic attack]

It’s hot.

It’s hot in their normally freezing apartment and that sets off alarms in Wonwoo’s head.

In his sleepy haze, he wills his sleep heavy body to get up and run — urgent. He falls off the bed and croaks out a “Pumpkin!” that’s muffled by the carpet before he all but crawls to the door, the wood flying open so fast that he nearly hits himself in the face.

But it’s so hot and he needs to get out of here—No, he needs to find his siblings first.

He’s throwing open doors and crawling into cabinets in order to find his younger siblings because his apartment is so hot and that isn’t normal.

“Wonwoo?” a voice sounds from behind him.

He jumps up, feels all of his blood fall to his feet so fast that he feels dizzy and when he finally clears his vision in the slightest, he sees Pumpkin rubbing her eyes in the doorway.

She’s standing a lot taller than he remembers. Her signature ponytail is now a flop of loose strands and she had a small pout on her face. “Nu, it’s three in the morning. What are you doing?”

It’s then that he notices that he’s shaking, drenched in sweat and barely able to see. There’s a mess on the bathroom floor from where he’s thrown cleaning products around and he’s managed to spill the mouthwash all over the tiles.

He stares at the mess he’s made and realizes that he’s not 14 anymore.

“There was uh...a roach,” he fumbles in hopes that his sister doesn’t notice his strange behavior.

She’s too tired to even process the tsunami waves and says, “Ok. Well, keep it down. Jeonghan is sleeping on the couch.” He nods, mostly to himself as she turns to leave. “Night, Nu. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replies, voice foreign.

He sighs and cleans up his mess before going back to his room (if he turns down the heat again and places another blanket on top of Jeonghan, nobody has to know except for the moon).

-

Wonwoo can’t sleep for the rest of the night and that’s fine. It’s fine even though he can feel his eyes burning at first light. It’s fine even though he can feel his head throbbing in pain. It’s fine.

It’s only six in the morning when he gets up to shower, cold water prickling his skin. He downs some pain medication to will away his headache (he still doesn’t know if it’s from lack of sleep or a hangover) afterwards and pulls on a hoodie. He quietly slips out of the door not too long after.

It’s quiet outside. There’s a small gust of wind that reminds him that it’s November and a familiar stillness in the air.

Sunday mornings are his favorite. The part of Sunday morning that nobody gets to see — when the sun is just rising in her blush of pinks and orange. Mingyu says that his dad always used to wake him up at this time and they’d go on a walk. Mingyu said that this is the only time during the week where everything just seemed to stop and for a moment, crime, hatred and harm ceased to exist. It was during that small window of time where Mingyu’s dad wasn’t a firefighter. He was just his dad.

Wonwoo assumes that because of this reason, Mingyu used to always come to the cemetery around this time. He had done it on his own for two years before he started to drag Wonwoo and Pumpkin along, the three of them all shivering with a thermos of hot chocolate during the winter and cool tea during those mornings where humidity had their clothes sticking to their bodies.

He didn’t bring a drink today, though he usually does. He was too afraid to wake up Jeonghan, too afraid to look into his skeptical eyes that are always watching, picking up on your hiccups and painting the big picture in his head.

He loves Jeonghan and Seungcheol, he really does.

But having them know about his past with Mingyu, about how he continues to visit this man would mean that he’d have to go through years of pity stares and hand outs once again and he promised himself that by the 10 year anniversary, he’d have it together for the sake of Pumpkin and if having it together means almost bursting at the seams, at least it’ll still count as one piece of clothing.

Oh, how Jungkook would’ve loved them, he thinks as he fiddles with a ring that is hung around his chest.

It’s gold plated and dingy. He’s gotten it wet a couple of times — Jungkook wore it in the pool once. But it was all he had left of him and it was completely by accident.

He remembers going to bed that night and seeing it on the bathroom sink. He remembers slipping it onto his ring finger because his brother so careless and 13, doesn’t understand how easily things as small as this could be washed away.

Jungkook was always so careless.

“No,” he hears his brother’s voice over his shoulder, a whisper in his ear, “It’s called being carefree, hyung! Whatever happens, happens! And life goes on!”

It was nothing special. It was just a plain band. But to Wonwoo, it was the only piece of his brother that he had left.

He plops down in the grass in front of Mingyu’s late father before the tears can start to fall.

“Hey,” Wonwoo starts. “I see Pumpkin brought you peonies last week,” he says as he eyes the dead bunch of flowers that will be replaced in a couple of hours. “How fitting.”

Joshua slipped to Wonwoo one day that Pumpkin was still visiting Mr. Kim. She thinks that when Mingyu left, Wonwoo cut off every piece of him the way that the younger did to them and didn’t want Mr. Park to feel forgotten. So, for the past five years, she’s been buying flowers to place on his grave just like Mingyu used to do.

What she doesn’t know is that Wonwoo still comes here.

In the five years since Mingyu’s left, he comes and spends the sunrise of Sunday mornings with Mr. Kim and has only missed a handful of days.

It’s a ritual to him. He feels like he’ll have an off week if he doesn’t do so. He’s been doing this for seven years now and doesn’t plan on stopping just because Mingyu doesn’t talk to him anymore.

Mr. Kim saved my life. This is the least that I could do.

Usually, Wonwoo will update Mr. Kim on Mingyu’s youtube channel. He’ll tell him where in the world Mingyu’s ended up and what antics his friends put him up to. He’ll tell him about what he’s posted on social media and about the company his video is being sponsored by this week. Sometimes, he even plays the videos outloud so that Mr. Kim can hear his son’s voice.

On good days, Wonwoo will stay until the world begins to wake then quickly leaves back home before Pumpkin wakes up. On the bad days, he stays much longer and confides in him.

Today is a bad day.

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Mingyu is standing about twenty feet behind Wonwoo.

There he is, he thinks. So close yet so far away.

There’s a longing that ignites in him. He thinks of long talks sitting at this grave with Wonwoo and Pumpkin, thinks about how they all shared their hopes and dreams in this very spot. He thinks of the times he and Wonwoo would come here and cry together, two boys missing pieces of their hearts. He thinks about how he promised Wonwoo to always protect Pumpkin in the times that he couldn’t because there used to be three Jeon kids and Wonwoo just could not do that again.

All of these thoughts have Mingyu slowly backing away until he’s away from the cemetery.

He can’t face him right now. No, not any time soon.

Because if there was one thing he remembered about the Jeon kids, it was that Wonwoo was the least forgiving one.

He retreats to a bakery that he’s never been to before. The boy behind the counter has a stone cold face but kind eyes and as Mingyu places an order, he can’t help but wonder if Wonwoo’s ever been here before.

He comes back a couple of hours later only to find Pumpkin there this time. There’s a boy standing at the tree nearby with soft eyes. Mingyu stands near him, bowing slightly when they make eye contact.

“Relative?” Mingyu asks, hoping he doesn’t recognize him even though he has a mask and a hat pulled across his face.

The boy tilts his head towards Pumpkin. “She visits him every Sunday. He saved her life when she was younger. You?”

“My dad,” Mingyu nods a bit too numbly. His eyes flicker back to the girl just as she folds her hands into a prayer.

He smiles at her. Some traditions never die, he thinks. Though none of them were ever very religious, Pumpkin always made it a point to pray for the souls in the cemetery and that they find peace on the other side.

She sits back on her knees as Mingyu nods again towards Joshua, venturing further into the cemetery until he finds a bench where he could still see his father’s grave but without being noticed by Pumpkin.

He waits there for about ten minutes, watches Pumpkin talk in the same animated notion that she’s always talked in, all hands and wild eyes and sound effects. The boy behind her smiles with fondness and Mingyu half wonders who he is. He recognizes him from somewhere but his head is already spinning from this new found information that the Jeon kids are still keeping up his Sunday traditions in his absence.

They leave shortly after but not before Pumpkin presses a kiss to her finger tips then brushes them across the headstone.

“He’ll be back soon,” he sees her mouth.

The boy wraps his arm around her shoulder, smiling at her. It reminds him a lot of how Wonwoo looks at her — gentle yet ready to throw himself into harms way for her.

When they’re out of sight, Mingyu walks towards the grave. A bouquet of pink carnations sitting there.

I’ll never forget you.

His chest suddenly feels heavy, eyes watering as he slowly traces his fingers over the letters of his father’s name.

“Dad,” he whispers. “I’m sorry.”

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Chapter Seven: What I Miss

Summary: If home is where the heart is, then the hearts of Kim Mingyu and the Jeon siblings must lie within the stars. Maybe that’s why the always feel so out of place. Maybe that’s why Mingyu left town and never turned back. Maybe that’s why the Jeon siblings can’t leave this town. Maybe this time, the stars will align and things might start actually making sense.

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a/n: if you guys don’t know why mingyu calls pumpkin hobag, hobag is the korean word for pumpkin 😂 don’t forget to let me know how i did!

a/n 2: personal criticism is that i should’ve done these last couple of chapters closer to the beginning but o well we’re here now.

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come with me ; john x reader

request: Rough, hot and heavy 70s john smut // Could you maybe make a full one shot of the John learning you how to mastubade one?? // Older john x younger reader 😳 a/n: fuck im starting to love John more. also i searched at he moved to NY in 1971. first to “to St. Regis Hotel before they transitioned to Greenwich Village and eventually, the Dakota,” but YOLO lets make them live in the Dakota because i feel like it L. that gif tho, got a bit carried away with this one 😳 (SCROLL DOWN FOR CREDITS!) pairing: 70s!john x reader summary: John’s leaving tonight and you’re not seeing him for another week. after a bit of teasing in the balcony that leads to sex you ask John how you will survive without him which leads to him finding out you have never masturbated. warnings: sex!! masturbating (fingering), hand job year: 1971 word count: 1939

You’d met John when you were just starting out as a music photographer in 1969 right before The Beatles broke up. He had gotten your number after you photographed them for a magazine and you two hit it off from there. The two of you had been dating for a little over a year by now and you loved him very much. At first, it had been hard, the pressure of the press was hard dating a Beatle but it was even harder dating a Beatle at your age, you were 19 now but John was 30. You didn’t mind, not at all, but the press called you nasty stuff.

Things like “gold digger” and they insulted you daily. You told John not to get into a fight with the press but he had had enough. When the two of you were invited to the Dick Cavett show John used the time to call out the press and make sure it was known that the two of you loved each other and you weren’t with him for the money. 

Today after midnight, John was to leave for a tour and you would have to join him later since you had a couple of things to take care of before that. You were naked, laying on your shared bed with the balcony door’s wide open. A soft breeze was coming in, lifting the white curtains as they danced around in the wind. The white sheets were covering your bum, you had your legs kicking up and down, hand supporting your head’s weight and eyes trained on John.

Your boyfriend/husband was naked too, a cigarette in his hand. He was leaning against the railing of the balcony. John stamped out the cig once he finished smoking it and turned around to looked at you. He caught you staring but you didn’t bother turning around. Instead, you momentarily raised your eyebrows and so did he. “That’s a nasty habit John,” you told him in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Just one more,” he said as he lit yet another cig. You sighed and shook your head. John turned back around, smoke emerging from both his cigarette and his mouth. You rolled out of bed and pulled the covers with you to protect your body from prying eyes and the unfriendly wind. Lazily you wrapped your arms around John, covering him as well with the cover. You laid your head against his back, naked bodies pressing together.

“You shouldn’t be naked out here Johnny, you don’t know who’s watching,” you warned hugging him tightly.

“Sorry love.” he apologized.

“Give me a puff,” you asked peering from the side of his arm. He laughed and held out his cigarette.

“Isn’t it a nasty habit?” John teased.

“Oh shush, we’ve had worse habits.” you took a long puff and blew out the smoke. A dirty idea popped into your mind, your hand was currently resting on the middle of his stomach, both of the looped together to keep your hands from falling down. Your hand slithered lower until they found his cock, he jumped at your touch.

“What are ya doing?” he asked laughing slightly.

“Hmh? Me? Nothing...” you said as you stroked his length. John chuckled and tried pulling away but a moan stopped him. 

“Fuck,” John grunted moving his hips forward to please himself. The cigarette in his hand was forgotten, his other hand was holding the covers around him to prevent anyone from catching on to what was happening between the two lovers. You continued with your soft, teasing pace. Your fingers going over the tip and spreading his pre-cum all over his cock. Your other hand went to play with his balls making his legs buckle.

“Come on, cum for me baby.” you urged as you sped up. John stiffened and twitched as you pulled away. 

“What the fuck?” he asked turning around and dropping the cover.

“Come inside love and cum inside me,” you said walking backwards, your hand on his chest. John chuckled and closed the space between you. He picked you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck while his hands went to your bare bum to support your weight. You squealed as he dropped you on the bed and propped yourself up on your elbows as you watched him slip inside of you. A happy sigh left your lips and you fell back down.

John hovered above of you examining your face before he came to a conclusion. “You’re beautiful,” he announced. “And intelligent too.” he added before you could say “don’t compliment my face, compliment my brain”. You smiled and pulled him down for a kiss, he knew you so well.

“Fuck me, Lennon,” you said digging your heels into his lower back.

“All you had to do was ask.” he cockily said pulling out of you and slamming right back in. You moaned loudly, your fingers pulling on his hair. John kept at it, he set a brutally fast pace fucking you. The whole bed was shaking and you were honestly scared it would collapse. 

“Fuck John!” you screamed holding onto him for dear life.

“Ye like that? Huh, babe? Like it when I fuck ye hard? I’m going to fuck ye so hard ye won’t be able to walk for a week.” he grunted going even faster and harder. “Yer so tight love.” you were getting close to your end and his talking only made you cum faster. Your whole body shook as you cummed all over his cock. His movements got sloppier and he was ready to cum.

“Where do yer want me?” he asked.

“Inside, I’m on the pill John.” you chuckled kissing him softly. He smiled and kissed you back. His head fell to your shoulder as he filled you with his cum. Once he was done he slipped out and fell to your side pulling you closely.

“What will I do without you this week?” you asked him as you traced patterns on his chest.

“Masturbate?” John answered as though it was obvious. You blushed deeply and sat up reaching for your clothes. John reached for you, touching your lower back. “What’s wrong love?” he asked scared he had somehow fucked something up.

“I- I just... I’ve never masturbated before...” you admitted rubbing your arm and looking down. John sat immediately and turned to look at you but you were looking the other way. He reached for your cheek and gently redirected your view so you were looking at him.

“Never?” he asked in shock.

“Yeah...” you mumbled quietly.

“Do you want me to teach you?” his hand went from your cheek to your hip. His comment made you blush, forming a cheeky smirk on his face. You didn’t even have control of your body, your head just nodded. He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Let’s do this.” he stood up and took your hand. “Sit down in front of the mirror.” you eyed him but followed his order.

He sat behind you, your bodies pressed tightly together. John opened your legs and placed his feet in front of yours to keep your legs open. You gulped and looked at John’s face, it was right next to your ear. He kissed your cheek, his mouth hanging open, and turned to you. “Look at yourself love.” you stared at him and did not change your line of sight. “If you want to do this you are going to have to follow my rules,” he warned. You nodded and turned to look at yourself. “Look at all of yourself,” he added. Your eyes fell to the area between your wide opened legs.

“Good girl, now touch yourself.” you placed your fingers there and silently gasped. “Here let me guide you.” his hand travelled from your knees, down your thigh and on top of yours. You shivered at his touch and tried to remain focused. John aligned his fingers with yours and started rubbing your clit. You moaned, your head falling back and John stopped as he tutted. “Look at yourself love, or I stop,” he warned. You gulped and nodded.

“Sorry sir,” you said knowing the effect it had on him and you sure felt it against your lower back. He kissed your neck before continuing with his lesson. 

“There’s time for that later, first I have to teach you, love.” John began rubbing your clit faster. “See, over here is the best spot to start off, just rubbing it.” you nodded and watched his fingers do the work. “You try.” he loosened his grip and let you try out. You rubbed circles the same way he did and moaned slightly. “Next, you have to slip a finger inside.” he lined his fingers once more and slipped a finger of your and his inside of you.

“Fuck John.” you moaned as he pumped the fingers in and out of you.

“You pump them, see? And then you add another.” he pushed two more fingers, one of his and one of yours, inside of you making you gasp loudly. You swore his name and felt yourself tensing. “Now, you explore with your fingers, curling them and moving them.” he demonstrated the technique inside of you. “And when you find the spot...” John had your fingers deep inside of you, he touched the one spot that made your whole body shake. “There it is.” he chuckled. “Now you keep going at it there and rubbing your clit until you cum.”

You nodded showing you understood and maintained your line of sight, your eyes nailed on your entrance. Even though it was blocked more view by two hands you did not want to risk John pulling away. His mouth went to your neck leaving sloppy kisses everywhere until you came with a loud cry of his name. He pulled his hands and yours away once you were done. “Lick,” he said sticking his fingers by your mouth. You looked at him through the mirror and licked your fingers and his clean.

“Fucking shit yn, come with me tonight. Fuck everything else, you’re dating me, no one can touch you,” he said spinning you around. You went on your knees, your arms going around his neck. With a chuckle you reached down to kiss him and moved to straddle him, his hands went to your lower back pulling you close.

“That’s the issue, I want to build a name for myself and be known as more than just John Lennon’s girlfriend/wife,” you said pushing his hair back, your hands falling behind his neck.

“I take it back then but please come with me? I dunno what I’m going to do without you for a whole week. Without your smile, your laugh, your everything.” he complained.

“I’ve got you wrapped around my finger, don’t I?” you teased. “Completely whipped for me,” you added opping the p’s. John blushed and looked down, burying his head between your breasts. 

You felt his boner pressing on your thigh and raised your body so he could slip in. “Fuck, thanks.” John raised his head and gave you his best puppy eyes. You circled your hips and thought about it as you stared out the window into space, you could, after all, push the meetings for when you came back. Plus photographing John Lennon’s first solo tour would be a huge opportunity. 

“If you’re still thinking about work, I’m doing something wrong.” chuckled John pulling your attention back to him.

“Sorry love,” you said as you kissed him. “Fuck it, I’ll go.” you agreed making him cheer. 

CREDITS FOR THE GIF:

i cannot find the original link but it was on @casafrass​ ‘s blog. i did post it on pinterest tho: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/723179652650180739/

tag list;

@thebeatleswritings​  @beatlevmania​  @i-love-queen-3000​  @brians-metaphor26​ @honimello​  @julessworldd​  @storiesfrommirkwood​  @beatles-babee​ @geostarr​ @thiccjelly17​  @crab-king-69​  @in-the-frap-of-the-gods​  @psychosupernatural​ @fiesta-freddie​  

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One Night Stand

Title: One Night Stand

Word Count: Here

Description: Y/N Y/L/N is always up for a good time. On summer break from college, Y/N travels to NYC to visit her estranged father and to have some fun. This fun just happens to include a New Year party at the Avengers Tower. Arriving early, Y/N faces one simple fact: she’s bored. And who better to cure her boredom than America’s Golden Boy?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Age Gap, Reader is over 18 (Reader is 20), Unprotected Sex, Public Sex, Semi-Public Sex, One Night Stand, Steve Rogers has a big dick

A/N: So if this gets a good enough reaction I might make this a full-on series.

Tag List: @papi-chulo-bucky @bellero @deansbbysblog @ssebstann​ @persephones24 @buckthegrump @thottybarnes open for more!!

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Y/N drummed her fingers on the bar counter, humming in wait as the bartender returned with her vodka. This party was dead. Well, could a party be dead if it hadn’t even begun? She was here for a reason, just one reason only, and if she got something fun out of it then it wouldn’t be a total loss. Y/N downed her two requested vodka shots when the bartender had brought it over. The first was just for the burn. The second was for an added bout of liquid courage.

The room was all but empty, except for the hunk of man a few stools down, the band on the stage all the way across the room, the bartender, and Y/N herself. Her eyes were drawn to the man slab, adjusting her dress subtly to expose more cleavage, spreading her legs slightly to further split the slit in the side of her dress. After a moment of preparing, Y/N cleared her throat. “Hey there,” She stated with a smile. The man looked around briefly, chuckling when he realized that they were alone.

“Hey. It’s pretty dull, isn’t it?” He asked.

Y/N nodded, looking around the room. “Pretty dull indeed. Isn’t Tony Stark supposed to throw these amazing parties? My mom raved about them. Tony Stark knows how to party, and he’s only gotten more elaborate with age. Like he’s a fine wine or somethin’.” The man stood up and moved closer to Y/N, causing her to smile.

“I guess. That’s what people say,” The man said skeptically. He stretched out his hand. A big hand with long, thick fingers, calloused pads. Y/N took it, shaking it in her smaller, seemingly daintier hand. “I’m Steve.” He introduced.

She knew but feigned innocence. “I’m Y/N,”

After a couple hours of talking, more and more people filed into the large room, and Y/N couldn’t help but notice that Steve seemed nervous. “You seem nervous. Everything alright?” Jittery. And little did she know, she actually called it.  Steve was, in fact, very nervous, his knee bouncing, hands wringing. 

Steve looked her over, smiling half-heartedly. “Just a tad bit anxious. Parties were never really my scene.”

This was her moment, Y/N thought. She cleared her throat, standing up from the stool and brushing off her dress. “I think I have a cure for that.”

Steve raised his brows at her, standing with her. What was that Natasha had said about him being more... what was the word? Spontaneous? “Oh? Please, feel free to share it with me.”

Y/N giggled. Oh, she planned to.

-

Y/N pulled Steve by his shirt into the family bathroom, the room wide and spacious enough. She closed the door and locked it behind her, finally releasing the Super Soldier. He was flustered, feeling both embarrassed and aroused. “Lemme show you my favorite little stress reliever,” Y/N pulled him down by his tie, smashing her lips against his. His hands dropped to her waist and Y/N moved to nip at his neck, peeling back his collar and having her way with his buttons.

She found it increasingly aggravating, “Fuck it,” She muttered, abandoning his shirt and moving to his belt. She unlooped it and pulled it off of him, dropping it onto the floor with a loud clang that seemed to echo throughout the small space. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled his bottoms pass his knees, briefs and all. His cock laid semi-hard against his thigh and a small wave of anxiety washed over her. He was big. She would have guessed six, maybe seven based on his stature, but in the flesh (pun intended) Steve rested at eight and a half, easily, almost as thick as a Guinness. “Shit.” Y/N muttered. She looked up at Steve, seeing his blushing figure. “Can I?” She asked, a little breathlessly.

“Y-Yeah, but you don’t have t- Oh, God.” Steve was cut off by his own moan as Y/N latched her mouth around his appendage, kitten licking the uncut tip, the head poking through. She pumped the rest of his length as she worked down his cock, Steve growing larger and more noticeably hard. With one hand and her own mouth, Y/N went to town on him, from balls to cockhead, reaching down with her other hand to pull her own panties aside to rub her clit.

Steve tensed, clutching the countertop of the bathroom with his hand. His eyes fluttered open and shut, his mouth agape as Y/N took him further and further until he hit the back of her throat. He felt a coil build in his stomach. It grew tighter and tighter and tighter until, “St-Stop.” He sputtered out. Y/N slid off him with a pop! His length fell back to his thigh, now fully erect, the tip red and leaking precum, and he looked down at Y/N. “I want you. Now.” He muttered, his voice gravelly, and firm.

Y/N bit her swollen bottom lip as Steve pulled her to her feet, moving her dress up to her waist and ripping her panties away. They tore easily, and Y/N opened her mouth to make a snide comment, but Steve quickly silenced her sarcasm with his lips on hers. “Fuck,” Y/N moaned, lips feeling bruised from the sheer force of the kiss. “Steve.” She hissed as Steve spread her wet folds with his fingers, gently pushing and thrusting his thick digits inside of her heat.

“Damn, babydoll,” He muttered, nipping at the skin underneath her earlobe. “All hot and ready for me?”

Y/N moaned and nodded as Steve slipped another finger in. The pleasure seemed insurmountable as he thrust his fingers with one hand and rubbed her clit with his other. She tensed, shaking slightly as he brought her to her first climax of the night, and Steve dropped to his knees, pushing Y/N against the counter and burying his face in her folds like a man dying of thirst in the desert, devouring her.

Y/N let out another pitchy moan, hands gripping the counter behind her as Steve went to town, pulling her into another orgasm. Steve pulled back from her heat and rose to his feet, moving to undo his buttons, “Gotta stay quiet, sugar. I got a reputation to uphold.” He commented, tutting and shaking his head as he discarded his shirt to the ground. Y/N bit her bottom lip, panting heavily, “How do you want me, big guy?” She asked, her voice husky and drenched with need.

Steve pulled her forward, slapping her ass and spinning her around so that his leaking cock was flush against her ass. “I’m gonna fuck you like this,” He lined himself up at her slick heat, “Ready, doll?” He muttered, kissing your neck.

“Yes, yes,” Y/N begged. “I’m ready, I want you.” She panted, “Steve, fuck me!”

Steve wasted no time, thrusting forward and filling Y/N to the hilt, and he bit into her shoulder, groaning muffled against her skin. “Fuck me,” He muttered, pulling out slightly before thrusting back in, “You’re so fucking tight.” 

Steve wasted no time thrusting into Y/N, his hips slapping against hers, flesh against flesh. The smacks echoed in the restroom as his pelvis snapped against Y/N’s. He covered Y/N’s mouth as he repeatedly thrust into her, moving his other hand to rub her clit. “Come on, babydoll, one more time, I’m so fucking close.” He hissed into her ear.

Euphoria possessed every nerve in her body, and Y/N moaned into Steve’s hand as her climax seized her in the throes of passion. Steve focused on achieving his own release, snapping his hips into Y/N at a brutal pace until, one, two, three, four, five quick ruts later, Steve pushed himself as deep into Y/N as he could possibly get, pulling her down and flush back against him. His cock pulsed and twitched inside of her, and Y/N’s walls clamped down around his cock. Steve released a choked moan as his load sprang forth into her, ropes of white cum painting Y/N’s walls until he was spent.

But was he done? No, he was not. He was still rock hard, and he fucked Y/N through his climax, pulling out of her swiftly afterward and picking her up, placing her on the counter to face him, her knees falling together. “You look so fucking pretty, fucked out like this,” Y/N was red in the face, her lipstick smeared, hair plastered all over her face, her lips swollen, “You got another round in you?” Steve asked as he continued to pump himself, his former spend providing good lubrication for the action. Y/N nodded breathlessly, “I need words.”

“Yes,” She stated, opening her legs, “Fuck yes.” Steve aligned himself once again, pushing into her, his cock twitching as she clenched around his member once more, the squelch of his previous climax pushing around her slim channel. “Best fucking decision I ever made,” Steve muttered under his breath, chasing his climax once more.

He held his breath as he pistoned his hips into her, throwing her legs over his shoulders to hit a deeper angle. His grunts were primal, animalistic as he ruthlessly pounded away at her heat. His thrusts soon became sloppier and sloppier, and he pulled her even closer, rutting into her like some beast chasing his prey. Almost... there. His lungs burned, and Y/N moaned out a slight sob of pleasure as she was pulled into her fifth and seemingly final climax. Steve pulled her into a bruising kiss as his seed burst forth from the tip of his cock, spurt after spurt of white spend joining a mix of their cum inside of her, deep inside.

He fucked her through his orgasm, so sensitive, so on fire that after a few moments of pushing through, he felt his high draw nearer, the perks of super stamina, it seemed. After setting a final bruising pace, Steve came once more again, strings of his seed splashing against her cervix in thick ropes, the Super Soldier letting out a choked gasp that was accompanied by a face and a loud moan that was certainly not becoming of him.

He nestled his face into the crook of Y/N’s neck, holding his place inside her as he cut his breath before realizing, Fuck. If he didn’t pull out now, he probably wouldn’t for another couple of rounds at least. He slipped out of her cunt with a sigh, pulling his jeans back up and tucking himself back inside his briefs. “That was... amazing,” Steve muttered breathlessly.

Y/N nodded, looking completely fucked out, “You know,” She breathed deeply, “I’ve gotta meet my dad tonight? Or, at least, I did. Wh-What time is it?” 

Steve pulled his phone out of his pocket, flipping it open. 23:02. “11:02. We’re just in time for the New Year.” He said with a laugh. Steve moved forward, helping her clean up her thighs, his cum leaking out of her and onto the counter. “We should clean this up,” Steve muttered as Y/N hopped off the countertop, pulling her little black dress down.

“You know,” She muttered, primping her hair and washing her face of the makeup streaks. “We could.” Y/N stopped her sentence there, finishing cleaning her face and hair up before shrugging, “Or we could leave it.” Before Steve could get another word out, Y/N started applying a new layer of lipstick. She closed the tube and turned towards Steve with a wicked grin, sliding it into his front jean pocket, her fingers brushing up against his cock, “Call me a whore if you want- most people do, but can you blame me for gettin’ off to the thought that you’ll think of me every time you see that lipstain ring on your pretty little cock?” She asked, tilting her head.

Steve groaned, throwing his head back and staring at the ceiling. “Fuck me,” He muttered.

Y/N opened the door, “Language, Captain.” She said with a wink, walking out as fresh as she went in, only with a deep tinge to her cheeks as opposed to earlier.

-

Steve didn’t think he’d see Y/N again, and he’d certainly looked for her throughout the rest of the party but she had seemed to escape his sight. Come one in the morning, Steve had said his goodbyes to his fellow Avengers (despite how new the team was) and trudged upstairs to his floor, flopping onto his bed, “Happy 2013.” He muttered before falling into a deep sleep.

He’d awoke the next morning to JARVIS announcing that Tony had requested everyone’s presence downstairs, awaiting the arrival of a special guest of his. Tony seemed excited, at least more perky than usual and a lot less sarcastic. Apparently, his 20-year-old daughter was moving to New York to finish her law degree closer to her father, and Tony hadn’t seen her since she was just a little kid due to bad blood between himself and his daughter’s mother.

The front doors to the door swung open and a petite woman walked in, shades on and heels in her hands. She’d clearly done some sort of walk of shame, like she’d slept in her makeup. “Y/N/N!” Tony exclaimed.

Natasha rolled her eyes at Tony’s nickname, shaking her head and laughing, “Well, you’re nothing if not your father’s daughter.”

“Hi, Tash.” The young woman said with a grin, Tony shaking his head, “Hiya, Dad.” She took off her shades, her gaze flickering to Steve and she smiled, feigning innocence as if she didn’t even remember their crazy one-night dalliance. Steve froze. He paled. He did a doubletake.

“Hi there, you must be Steve. My dad’s told me quite a bit about everyone,” She addressed Steve. She placed her shades on her head, reaching her hand forward for him to shake. “I’m Y/F/N Stark. But you can call me Y/N.”

[chronicallylatetotheparty]

Second Love

LoganLight, AO3

Summary:

Adrien isn’t one to fall in love slowly. So, when his heart pulls him in a new direction he goes all in.

Notes: Written for Week 3 of Adrien AUG-reste.

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Adrien parried Kagami’s strike and launched a counter attack. Kagami was ready however and dodged easily while landing a hit.

“Sloppy, Adrien,” Kagami commented as they retook their positions.

“Oh, you know,” Adrien replied with a teasing lilt. “It’s hard to focus when your opponent’s so pretty.”

Kagami missed her lunge and Adrien scored a hit. She lifted her mask so he could see her narrowed eyes. That was the first time Adrien called her pretty. Your underhanded tactics won’t be enough to secure victory!

“Is that why I beat you so easily?” Kagami asked.

Adrien lifted his own mask to reveal a smug grin. “You don’t need a handicap for that.”

 Kagami felt a blush forming so she resumed her stance. He did likewise and they crossed swords.

Kagami was grateful for these one-on-one practice sessions. Even though they saw each other at many mutual high-class events it wasn’t the same. They were expected to act a certain way while representing their parents. But when they were fencing?

Adrien mirrored her movements perfectly. Her skill forced him to fight with everything he had. Kagami brought out the best in him and Adrien grinned at the challenge. There were no illusions when they were fencing. He could glimpse the parts of Kagami she kept hidden. Adrien was sure she could see him more clearly, too.

Kagami understood what it was like to be held up to impossible expectations. In his opinion, Kagami did it much better than him.

Which is probably why he was on his back at the moment.

“You let yourself become distracted,” Kagami accused while pointing her foil at him.

“Guilty,” Adrien admitted, embarrassed.

He got back on his feet and they started again. Kagami was always impressive with a sword; her movements fluid and sure like the Dragon she was. Especially motivated by his teasing to show him who’s boss.

But Adrien had motivations of his own. Recalling the move D'Argencourt used on him, Adrien twisted his foil around Kagami’s and shot it out of her hands. He could feel her surprise through the mask.

Removing his mask he smiled at her. “How’d I do?”

Kagami took off her own mask. “That was new.”

Adrien’s smile morphed into a grin. “I’m full of surprises. Some find it, disarming.”

Kagami stared at the self-satisfied look on his face. “… I’ll give you that one but you need better material.”

Adrien pouted.

Kagami turned away to hide her blush and the small smile tugging on the corners of her lips. “Anyway, we should get changed.”

 They went to remove their sweaty gear. Adrien thinking of ways to make Kagami laugh. Kagami thinking of Adrien’s compliments and if they meant what she hoped they did.

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“What made you decide to switch targets?”

Adrien missed the intended keys and the piano clanged in protest. He gazed at her with wide, startled eyes then looked down. “I… I realized something recently.”

“And that is?” Kagami prodded gently.

Adrien took a deep breath. “That it’s not enough to choose someone. They have to choose you, too. And she didn’t. It took me a long time to accept that.”

Kagami was silent as she thought over her words. “You are sure this time?”

Adrien gave her a rueful smile. “You’re an incredible person, Kagami. Honest, brave, loyal. And you picked me. That… I’d like to make it work. If you’ll give me another chance?”

Kagami felt her cheeks heat up at his hopeful look. “I would like that very much.”

Adrien’s whole face lit up and this time it was Kagami’s turn to look away. She smiled at how Adrien wore his heart on his sleeve. For his part he admired Kagami’s rare, shy smile.

Adrien reluctantly pulled himself out of the gentle gaze he was giving Kagami. “… Do you want me to play anything?”

Kagami blinked as she came out of her own thoughts. “Pardon?”

Adrien rubbed the back of his head and gestured to his piano. “I do have to practice. Just thought you might want something specific?”

“I’d like to listen to your favorite, actually,” Kagami said. “You haven’t told me what it is.”

Adrien grinned and started playing an upbeat tempo that reminded him of black-and-white American cartoons and barroom brawls. Kagami wasn’t expecting that but what surprised her most was Adrien himself.

Kagami had never seen him so into a song before. She’d only heard him play a handful of times, true, but he didn’t smile then. He seemed to bounce with the melody and Kagami soon found herself tapping her feet to the rhythm.

The song was so unlike everything that was expected of them. It wasn’t the sterile so-called perfection that permeated their families. Kagami understood what this meant to Adrien without him having to say a word.

They smiled at each other as the joyful tune filled Adrien’s empty room.

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“No, no, no!” Vincent cried. “I need emotion! Like when your maman serves fresh made spaghetti!”

“Mother doesn’t cook,” Kagami replied stiffly.

Adrien smiled placatingly at the exasperated photographer and placed a gentle hand on Kagami’s shoulder. “Let me try.”

He turned Kagami away from the demanding cameras so they wouldn’t see her struggle. “How you holding up?”

“I’ve done photo ops before. Those photographers weren’t nearly so demanding,” Kagami admitted.

They were at a photoshoot to promote the Agreste and Tsurugi families’ joint venture.

Adrien gave her a sympathetic look. “Yeah, Vincent always gets the best photos but he’s not easy to satisfy. I remember how awkward my first time modeling was. It took me a while to relax.”

“You were quite awkward in the photo you showed me,” Kagami pointed out, a question in her voice.

Adrien rubbed the back of his head, blushing slightly at the memory of his first photo-shoot. “Father intervened.”

Kagami gave him a small smile. “It’s endearing.” Kagami took pleasure in watching his blush darken. “… I’m unsure I’ll be able to perform what’s expected of me.”

Adrien dropped his hand from her shoulder to lace his fingers through her’s. “Think of it as a fencing match. How do you prepare for those?”

“I imagine my opponent prostrated before me after I have defeated them,” Kagami stated seriously.

Adrien blinked then his lips curled up in a smirk. “Well, then think of that with Vincent,” he stage whispered.

Kagami’s eyes took on a predatory glint.

Things went more smoothly after that and they made good progress. Adrien was happy to have someone to talk with; it made the usually boring shoot fun. Kagami gained a new respect for Adrien. His schedule was filled with so many of these! It wasn’t like fencing really but thinking of that gave Kagami something to focus on.

As the photographer wrapped up the young couple wondered when they’d have time to go on their first proper date.

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Adrien and Kagami ran through the crowd hand in hand. They flew as though being pursued. Which would only happen if they’d made a mistake in sneaking away from their respective guardians.

Planning the date without telling either of their parents turned out to be harder than expected. The convention may last all week but their schedules didn’t align for most of it.

Still. Adrien had never cosplayed before and Kagami had never been to a convention. Neither was going to miss the first one dedicated specifically to the Guardians of Paris.

Not for the first time Kagami thought about how unfair it was that he’d chosen her alter ego. Ryuko’s colors looked good on him. For his part Adrien thought the same thing about Kagami choosing to cosplay as Aspik. Especially since Viperion was much more popular.

Needless to say, both were blushing messes. Pretending they weren’t a romantic tension filled moment away from melting into a puddle of goo… Kagami was better at pretending than Adrien.

“Tell me again about this akuma video game?” Kagami asked. Adrien was very excited when he heard Max would show it off since he hadn’t gotten a chance to play it yet.

“Max designed the game himself! It’s got all the villains up to Gamer 2.0 and he’s thinking of adding the new ones eventually.” Adrien led her through the miling crowd of superheroes.

Mostly everyone dressed up as Ladybug and Chat Noir, with a few of the other heroes thrown in. Which was part of the reason Adrien insisted on coming as anyone besides them.

That and he didn’t want to see Kagami as Ladybug. That was just asking for trouble.

They found Max’s stall filled with people playing on a half dozen consoles. The line moved quickly as every pair was only allowed a three fight round. Max himself was engrossed in a fierce battle; Adrien didn’t want to break his concentration.

Kagami observed the unusual battles with interest. If she was going to beat Adrien she’d need every advantage. Finally it was their turn.

“I may not have played the game before but Max says the mechanics are similar to UMS III. And I’m still the second best player in our school,” Adrien boasted playfully, purposefully stoking her competitive side.

“Only second best? My victory is assured then. I may be rusty but my proficiency in gaming will be more than enough to destroy you.” Kagami would not let his smug smirk go unchallenged!

Adrien’s grin widened and he picked M. Pigeon, eager to see if the villain would be as effective as last time.

Odd but then so was her date; Kagami chose Riposte.

Adrien gave her a questioning look. Kagami straightened her posture in determination. “He doesn’t control me,” she said simply.

Adrien nodded, he was always in awe of Kagami’s strength and this small display was no exception.

Adrien and Kagami fought furiously for dominion. Learning the controls on the fly and trying to one up each other.

M. Pigeon’s victory caught Kagami by surprise. “Since when can he do that?”

“M. Pigeon used Meteor Strike! It’s super effective!” Adrien leaned into her space. “Say, what do I get if I win?”

Kagami leaned in. “I suppose you’d get to kiss me.”

Adrien turned bright red.

“And if I win I get to kiss you,” Kagami continued.

Powering through the thought of a kiss he could actually remember Adrien focused. “Isn’t that the same thing?”

Kagami gave him a predatory look. “Not at all.”

Adrien swallowed and met her charged gaze with his own. “Guess I better win then.”

Kagami won the next round.

“Why’d you pick Reflekta?” Kagami asked curiously.

Adrien sighed at the Mime’s victory pose onscreen. “I rock a mean pair of high heels.”

Kagami blinked in surprise, then she smiled. “How bold of you.”

Adrien rubbed the back of his head shyly.

Kagami picked Darkblade for the last round. Adrien thought of choosing Troublemaker like Ladybug had but decided to go with Kung Food.

The last fight was much more balanced as both of them had gotten used to the controls. Kung Food had greater range but Darkblade had better defense. Adrien threw cheese bombs as Kagami dodged and blocked. She managed to get close enough to make Kung Food pull out his sword.

Both were on their last sliver of health as they attacked. Their characters charged and hit each other simultaneously. Both fell as the screen proclaimed their battle a tie.

“… Max!” Adrien exclaimed.

“That was unexpected,” Kagami pulled Adrien out of the way of the next pair of players.

“He would put a mutual K.O. in his game!” Adrien grumbled as they walked to a less crowded corner.

“Are you upset because you think you don’t get to kiss me?” Kagami asked.

Adrien reddened slightly. “Well, we don’t have a winner and… What do you mean by that?”

Kagami turned to face him, her cheeks tinted pink. “In a certain sense we both won.” She let that sink in for a moment.

Adrien’s eyes widened and then he was giving her that soft look again. He stepped closer and Kagami did the same. Heedless of the noise of strangers surrounding them.

The kiss was gentle and tentative. Adrien was as soft as she imagined him to be. Kagami as warm as he knew she could be.

They pulled apart slowly and as they stared into each other’s eyes Kagami said the first thing that came into her head. “You smell like Camembert.”

Adrien’s face burned. "I’m sorry! I can’t help it! There’s this, um-“

Kagami placed a finger on his lips. "I like Camembert.” Adrien got even redder if that was possible and she swore she heard someone stifling their laughter.

“You do?” Adrien’s face was an odd mix of relief and chagrin.

“But I’m not sure I want a boyfriend that smells like cheese all the time.” Kagami teased stepping out of his grasp.

Boyfriend! “Yeah, hate for you to tell our friends your boyfriend stinks and give them the wrong idea.” Adrien reached out and grabbed her hand. That was the first time Kagami had called him her boyfriend!

“As opposed to the right idea?” Kagami decided that a blushing Adrien was well worth the effort. Even if he did get used to most of her teasing by the second go around.

Instead of answering immediately Adrien reached up to remove their masks. They didn’t get in the way of the game so they’d been left on.

“I’m sure they already know what my girlfriend got herself into.” Adrien was gratified to see Kagami’s blush darken to match his.

“Return my mask, Adrien. It completes the look,” Kagami said to distract herself.

Adrien complied. “I like being able to see your face. When I first saw you I thought: Wow, she’s cute!”

Kagami smiled shyly as she looked down at her mask. Adrien was always so liberal with his compliments. She had trouble in that department. “When you returned my saber to me I realized how honorable you are. Not many opponents would insist on a rematch after being declared the winner.”

“… You didn’t have to comfort me that day,” Adrien said. “But you did. You were gentle with me. Kind. And I-”

“You’ve already apologized for that,” Kagami interrupted. “And I will not have my boyfriend under a self-inflicted debt.”

“Well. Why don’t you humor me and let me take you ice skating again?” Adrien asked. “A proper date. Just the two of us this time.” He clasped her hands between his as he looked into her eyes.

“As I recall I took you ice skating,” Kagami corrected. “But I’m not opposed to the idea.”

Adrien laughed lightly. “I’ll take that as a yes!”

The young couple redonned their masks as they went to explore the rest of the convention. Wandering anonymously and aimlessly to whatever caught their eye.

And as they walked among superheroes Adrien realized that he hadn’t reacted to the red and polka dots once.

Kagami squeezed his hand and he returned the gesture. They were both making this up as they went along and neither was sure of where it would lead. But Adrien knew they’d figure it out together.

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Notes: Basically I took that soft look Kagami got at the end of Oni-chan and ran with it. Also needs more puns. (Written before Desperada)

[justimajin]

Catching a Case of the Doctor Blues ⌠Part 16⌡

⇢ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

⇢ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ (4.5k) Doctor/Surgeon AU, Enemies to Lovers AU

⇢ Summary: When asked about Dr. Kim, a string of beautifully aligned words are ready spew from your lips. You could possibly go on and on about how his wonderful stubbornness wasn’t similar to talking to a brick wall, or how his observation skills were especially great in preparing your blood vessels for a drastic rupture or even how one gracious stare of his nearly had you on the verge of ripping your essential documents in half. But it seems that, perhaps, there was a lot more to Dr. Kim then what meets the eye…

⇢ Warnings: so much cuteness :’)

⇢ Moodboard Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

⇢ Updates every Tuesday - next update

Your eyes stare at the bright gleaming sign that glows out from the dark sky above you. It’s entrancing and intriguing, yet you keep wondering to yourself how on earth you had agreed to this.

The culprit has a huge smile plastered on his face, black hair styled to reveal his forehead and a clean cut royal blue dress shirt adorned. His eyes stare at the sign in amazement when they flicker over the hoard of workers lined up next to you and then finally meet your eyes.

“Oh come on!” He exclaims, “Don’t look at me like that!”

You glare at him, “This is where you wanted to take us?” Everyone with you is confused as well, mummers whispering through.

“Why not?” He walks over to you, “It’s the time to celebrate!”

“Park Jimin we’re at a bar.”

“Pshh,” He shakes his head, “It’ll be fun!” He looks behind you, “Right guys?”

“U-uh...well…” Namjoon attempts to reason, scratching his head. Chaeyoung is still staring at the sign, eyes rapidly flickering.

“Do they have any banana milk?” Jungkook raises his hand and suddenly questions, looking at you eagerly and you grimace.

Banana milk was probably the last thing they had.

“I don’t understand why I was dragged here.” Yoongi points out and Jimin pouts, but another voice speaks out.

“It does look fun!” Jin turns around, looking at everyone, “And besides, this is for my promotion and I think we should go.”

You sigh; there wasn’t much you could do at this point. Jin had finally gotten an update on his application, which had been accepted, and would soon be leaving his long-term intern position to become a doctor. For a celebration, he had suggested that everyone gather for a night out for the occasion, but of course Jimin has his own ideas with the matter.

“Fine.” You finally say, “Let’s just get in already.”

Your eyes quickly flicker over, in search of the man who had yet to arrive but Yoongi reaches over to tap you on the shoulder, “Come on. He’ll be here soon.”

You all get seated and the table is completely full at all four corners with the large number of chairs squished together. Namjoon and Jin sit together on one end, while Yoongi takes up another end. Jimin sits down with Jungkook and you are left seated next to Chaeyoung.

You assume Yoongi had saved the seat for your fellow doctor, but then a particular orange haired man with a sunny disposition arrives and immediately a giant smile is on your lips.

“Hoseok?” You instantly get up from your seat and the man charmingly smiles at you before engulfing you straight into a hug. He’s dressed in a dark green jumper and brown pants, looking considerably better than the last time you had seen him.

Hoseok greets everyone else and then sits down to Yoongi, whose energy changes right away when a gummy smile spreads across his face.

“How are you now Hoseok?” You question while Jimin brings small menus over for everyone to look through.

“I’m great!” He smiles, “I haven’t had any problems breathing lately!”

A fond smile is on your lips when he turns his attention over to Yoongi, “So what’s the special occasion for?”

Yoongi gestures over to Jin, “He isn’t an intern anymore.”

Hoseok eyes enlarge dramatically, pure joy lighting up inside him, “You’re a doctor now?!”

“Sure am.” Jin confidently says but soon he’s being engulfed into a hug by Hoseok who had rushed over to his side.

Hoseok raises his determined fisted hand with a cute pout, “I knew you could do it!” He reaches out his hand and Jin high fives it.

Jungkook sighs, “Man…I want to hurry up and be a doctor already too…”

Chaeyoung turns over to him with a smile, “Don’t worry, we can do it!” She pats him on the back and he shoots her an appreciative look. 

Jimin plants himself right in between them, “Alright! Alright! Are we ordering some drinks or not?”

“I’ll take the….” Namjoon squints his eyes and they enlarge when he sees the price. His eyes go down the column, only continuing to widen before he turns to Jimin. “Why is everything here so expensive?”

“Because it has quality.” Jimin explains, hopping over to Namjoon, “Should I just order for everyone?”

“I guess.” You shrug, eyes darting around everywhere. Jimin excitedly nods, rushing over to the waiter.

“So if Jin isn’t Dr. L/N’s intern anymore…” Jungkook brings up, “Then are you internless?”

You chuckle at that, “Unfortunately so. It’s a shame that I’ll be losing such a hard worker.” You smile to Jin and he returns it.

“I’ll miss working with you.” Jin turns to Jungkook, “And you can become a doctor too. Just turn 26 first.”

Jungkook mischievously smiles, “I’ll become one by next year.”

“Is that a bet?” Jin asks but Namjoon interrupts them.

“We shouldn’t be betting in the workplace!!”

“Namjoon we’re in a bar.” Jin says and his eyes flicker for a moment.

“Oh right…”

“Wait a minute. If you’re a doctor now does that mean we’ll have two Dr. Kim’s?!” Jungkook hurriedly says.

“We actually had two Dr. Kim’s from the start…” Namjoon mumbles.

Jungkook gasps, “Now we have three Dr. Kim’s!”

“Why do you like hiring so many people with the last surname?” Hoseok questions, reaching over to pour Yoongi a glass of water.

Namjoon shrugs, “It just happened. But no one really calls me Dr. Kim anyways…”

“Tell me about it.” Jimin plops back down next to Jungkook. “By the way the drinks have been ordered and will be here soon. Does anyone know where Dr. Kim is?”

All eyes suddenly land on you, “What?”

“You usually talk to him. Where is he?” Yoongi asks and you abruptly shrug.

“How am I supposed to know?” Your tone comes off a lot harsher than you intended and even Yoongi looks surprised, but you shake your head, “He’ll be here soon enough.” 

“So…” Jungkook begins when the room drops in silence, “Why don’t we just call the Kim’s by their first name.”

“That probably wouldn’t apply to me…” Namjoon says but Jin pitches through.

“I just got the title of doctor and you guys always get addressed by it.” He pouts, “I worked hard for this.”

“Maybe we should just replace Jin’s new position with Dr. Kim instead.” Jimin suggests but a protest come out of Jin.

“What?! No!,” He points an accusing finger at Jimin, “Don’t go around replacing me, I’m irreplaceable!” 

Jimin scoffs, “Sureee you are.”

Jungkook scrunches up his nose. “It feels weird calling Jin Dr. Kim…” Even you nod to that, the tone not sounding quite right.

“What is Dr. Kim’s first name anyways?” Jimin asks Namjoon and everyone turns to him expectantly.

“It’s Taehyung.”

The words don’t leave Namjoon’s mouth.

He quickly walks by the crowded table in the pursuit of a chair and finally locates one after a couple of minutes. Dragging it over, his eyes immediately flicker over you and you press on your lips to keep them from smiling as you meet his gaze.

He’s dressed in a light blue dress shirt with white stripes, the tone of it considerably lighter compared to anything you’ve seen on him. He wears it casually, the buttons loosely done and his sleeves pushed back, but the most noticeable characteristic is the absence of his glasses once again.

It’s then he realizes that there isn’t enough space for him to sit beside you when you have Chaeyoung on one side and Jin on the other so he hesitates for a moment. You notice this right away and then spot available space next to Jimin; gesturing with your eyes for him to sit there. He sends you a quick apologetic look and you slightly shake your head when he opts to get seated beside Jimin.

It amazes you how you and Dr. Kim can talk without words and how no one even notices the interaction that took place.

“I’ve never seen you without glasses Dr. Kim.” Chaeyoung remarks, staring at her superior with awe.

“I only wear them at work to focus.” He adjusts himself in his seat, “Who chose the bar?”

“I did.” Jimin retorts, a smirk on his face, “By the way we were wondering if you could give the title of Dr. Kim to Jin.” Jimin says, leaning back in his chair as he awaits for an answer.

“Title?” His eyes flicker over to said man, “You can use it. It doesn’t belong to me.”

“But we can’t have two Dr. Kim’s.” Jin explains but he shakes his head.

“Just call me Taehyung then. Especially outside of work.”

“Alright Taehyung.” Jimin laces an arm around the man and he raises a suspicious brow, “I hope we can be great friends.”

Your drinks finally make there way to your table and not much is said after then as the curiosity swarms around the nature of what Jimin had exactly ordered. A lot of the drinks you weren’t familiar with either, but then everyone begins to try them and your eyes widen when you Jimin turn into a mixer to create bizarre combinations for everyone.

The drink you have isn’t so bad, you suppose, yet your cautious with it because one sip of it had already left a strong taste in your mouth and you weren’t keen on continuously indulging more of it.  

Looking around the atmosphere is different but it isn’t uncomfortable. Jimin is serving everyone drinks and talking huge gulps of his own, Namjoon seems to be involved in a hearty conversation with Jin that leads to both of them laughing about something absurd, Yoongi has an iron grip on Hoseok who keeps on insisting that he was recovered enough to join in and the latter doesn’t want to budge while Jungkook attempts to know more about nature of the drinks by carefully looking through the menu with Dr. Kim’s help.

Correction. Taehyung.

Taehyung…

“Dr. L/N?” The girl next to you is on her phone, expectant eyes moving to look at you as she gets up, “Can you come with me for a second?”

You’re surprised, but you don’t suppose your doing much except for watching the commotion before you while you sip on your strange drink so you oblige. She leads you away from your group and stops in front of another table not too far away.

“Dr. L/N, I wanted to introduce you to my friends.” Chaeyoung smiles and your eyes rack over the three intimidating girls seated in a booth. They’re all gorgeous, but at the same time they look like they could take you out right there and then causing you wonder how someone as sweet as Chaeyoung was friends with them.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Jisoo.” The one with purple hair says with a smile.

The brown haired one speaks out, raising her drink, “Jennie.”

“I’m Lisa.” The blonde one says and her voice comes out much sweeter compared to her appearance.

“Chaeyoung tells us about you a lot. The doctor that helped her fit in.” Jisoo explains and you’re taken aback, voice stuttering.

“M-Me?”

“Of course Dr. L/N! You’ve helped me so much!” She sits down next to Lisa and gestures for you to join in as well.

You get into conversation with the girls, with Chaeyoung explaining about her internship at the hospital to Lisa and Jennie talking about how they’ve seen Chaeyoung struggle a lot during her college days but are happy she’s now where she wants to be.

“So what are you all doing?”

“I’m working as an office assistant for now.” Jennie says, eyes rolling, “Getting promoted doesn’t seem to be in question though.”

You nod understandably; the corporate world wasn’t the nicest when it came to female workers, “I’m switching through jobs but haven’t really gotten any calls back yet…” Lisa retorts, voice growing smaller.

That is understandable as well with how much the job market keeps declining by the year.

“I’m looking for an internship as well but not many hospitals are hiring currently.” Jisoo explains and instantly your eyes light up.

“You’re looking to be an intern?” She nods.

“What are your credentials?”

“I did my undergraduate degree and just finished medical school last year.”

“Oh,” You pause, “So you haven’t passed the examination yet?”

She shakes her head, “I just completed it but my results haven’t come in yet.”

“I see…” You nod, “Well once you get your results….I don’t mind taking you in as my intern.”

Jisoo immediately gasps and Chaeyoung looks at you in wonder, “Really Dr. L/N? You’ll take in Jisoo?”

“Well I need to talk to Namjoon about it first.” You honestly warn her, “But Jin is no longer my intern and I can always use the extra help from someone qualified.”

Jisoo smiles and thanks you while Chaeyoung launches herself towards you for a hug and you laugh when tears start to escape from her eyes. Jisoo ends up taking out tissues and handing them to her, “Sorry about this doctor, she’s been worried about me for a while now.” Jisoo apologetically says but you shake your head.

“It’s alright, and you can just call me Y/N.”

The conversation continues and for some reason you find yourself relaxing a lot more. You wonder if its because you’re constantly around the guys that having some decent girl time was never part of your day. That being said though, the conversation does take a different turn.

“He brought me flowers for our anniversary.” Jennie says, a triumph smile on her face and a collective ‘aw’ echoes through the room when you all burst out into giggles.

“What about you Y/N?” Lisa eagerly questions. “Anyone special in your life?’

“U-Uh…” You’re not sure if you should bring it up, considering Chaeyoung was with you, “There is someone…”

A loud ‘Ooh’ resonates through the girls and you shyly laugh, “Oh my gosh you’re blushing!” Chaeyoung squeals.

“What is he like??” Jennie exclaims and you smile.

“He’s hardworking and really observant.” You begin, “but he has a kind side to him and he shows it behind the scenes.”

The girls are listening to you with wide lovestruck smiles, “He also has a sense of humour. I wish I could see it more often though.” You chuckle and everyone lets out a sigh.

“What about you Chaeyoung?” Lisa questions. “Anything go on with you and that doctor?”

“That doctor?” You playfully question and she shakes her head from the furious blushing.

“I d-don’t know yet.”

“What was his name…” Jisoo narrows her eyes, “Oh! Park! Dr. Park right?”

Your eyes immediately widen and you look at her astonished to which she tries to shrink away from your gaze. “Really? Jimin?”

A grimace comes on her face from the mention and Jennie raises her voice, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m still not sure.” She looks to you, “He’s just so flirty and bold…”

A collective hum resonates through, “I know he seems like that but he’s a sweet and stable guy underneath Chaeyoung, I can assure you of that.” You say and she smiles at you.

Jisoo pumps out a fist, “We only like sweet and stable men in this household!”

“What household we’re in a bar?!” Jennie exclaims and all of you laugh but Jisoo still has a confident smile on her lips.

“Um Y/N?” A male voice suddenly breaks into the collection of female voices and even you’re surprised to see him.

“Jimin?” You ask, getting up as he appears to not meet your eyes, gaze fixated on the ground.

“Can I talk to you for a moment?” He hurriedly questions, looking more nervous by the minute and you raise an eyebrow at that. You quickly wave to the girls, saying you’ll be back and they understandably nod.

Jimin looks frazzled when he abruptly drags you in the corner and starts mumbling in a hushed whisper.

“Okay so you need to promise not to kill me.“

“Jimin…” His eyes are darting back and forth and you already know what this means, “What did you do…?”

“I seriously thought it was just a fruity drink. Honestly I-“

“Jimin.” Your tone changes, “What. Did. You. Do.”

He taps his fingers against each other, “Um so….I might have of accidentally gotten Taehyung drunk…”

Your jaw drops down and you’re instantly fuming with anger, “JIMIN!”

“I’m sorry!! I didn’t know there was alcohol in it…” He mumbles but your eyes are darting everywhere.

“Where is he?” You grit out and Jimin points in the direction for you to rush over.

To be honest, saying that you’re scared is a complete understatement.

You’re petrified.

“Too bitter.” He explains, “It’s the same for alcohol, it’s too bitter for me.”

“Y/N!” Jin exclaims from across the table, “What are you doing over there?? Join us!”

You cautiously walk over and the sight before you is simple enough – Namjoon talking to Yoongi about some heated discussion, Hoseok is scrambling to find his drink as Jin watches him and laughs but then your eyes take you somewhere else and your jaw drops.

“This one doesn’t taste so bad!” A loud voice pitches through and for a second you blink, for it sounded so different you were having difficulty recognizing it.

“I found one that tastes like banana milk!!” Another voice, specifically of a young intern pitches through.

“Really?! Lemme tryyy!” The voice retorts and its then you find them in their own corner, handing each other drinks with curious looks.

“Dear god…” You whisper, leaning against the wall and they instantly turn to you with smiles.

“Dr. L/N!!” Jungkook yells, racing over to you and dragging you down to sit on the floor, “You should try this one! It tastes like banana milk!”

“Um yeah….” You put the glass he hands you down, “I don’t think so…”

Your eyes move over to someone else, completely frozen when you attempt to take in who exactly was in front of you because it surely was not Dr. Kim.

He turns over to you, a sheepish smile as his cheeks are tinted pink when he whispers in a shy voice. “Hi.”

“Hi...?” You almost want to laugh at the way he happily shuffles over to you and you are so glad that you’re getting to witness this side of him. “So Jimin tells me you’re drunk?” You raise an eyebrow.

He nods furiously, “He said the drink has strawberries.” He rocks back and forth, legs crossed, “And strawberries are sweet.” He leans over to your ear, “Like you.”

He bursts out in giggles and Jungkook laughs with him for no reason as your cheeks are colored a rose shade.

“Alright.” You get up, ushering them to follow you, “Time to put an end to this party.”

They both look at you with pleading faces and you almost feel like you’re a parent supervising her two children because you don’t budge.

If he keeps talking like this, who knows what else he’ll do. 

“Come onnnnn.” He whines, a pout on his face, “I wanted to try more of them.”

“If you keep trying them then a certain person named Jimin isn’t going to make it through the night.”

“Let’s leave Jimin alive and healthy please!” A voice shouts from the other side of the room as you bring him back to the table.

Sitting then down, you attempt to collect your belongings, “What’s the rush Y/N?” Jin slurs, already drunk himself.

“I need to drop these two off home because they can’t drive.” He hums understandably and once you have your coat on, you turn to Dr. Kim.

“Give me your keys.” You reach out as a way for him to place the metallic object in your hand but he shakes his head and then suddenly you’re being whisked off his feet.

A yelp leaves your lips as you close your eyes to brace impact yet when you open them, you’ve landed in a place in front of everyone’s eyes to witness.

Right on top of his lap.

Instantly the heat rushes to you when the questionable gazes dart over, “T-That’s very funny Dr. Kim.” You feign the most fake laugh you have ever produced in your entire life.

But then his arms trace over and leave a trail of goosebumps when he nuzzles himself in your hair, “You smell like strawberries.” He lets out a giggle, “I like strawberries.” He proceeds to hug you closer to him and you are full on panicking at this point.

Everyone’s staring! Y/N do something!!

“Yes, yes I smell like a strawberry, now let me go.” You whisper the last part and wrench his arms off quickly to dust yourself off but he pouts.

You take a look around and everyone looks shocked to the point where they’re frozen.

This isn’t going to be easy to explain afterwards.

A sudden flash passes by when Dr. Kim lifts his hand and you instantly snatch the keys away from him. “Alright then! See you all later!” You squeak out, ignoring the high pitch of your voice.

The ride home is just as disastrous, with a semi-drunk Jungkook telling you he was hungry for banana milk every five seconds and you eventually having to buy some for him out of frustration. He surprisingly calms down afterwards and is no longer a thorn in your side once he waves at you and leaves to go into his own home.

“Now that that is over…” You glance at Dr. Kim, seated in the passenger seat with a huge smile watching you, “It’s time for you to go home.”

“You’re driving my car.” He shyly giggles at that and you quirk an amused look, “Oh! Oh! Also-“ He pokes at your arm to get your attention when you’re about to reverse the car. “I don’t have my house keys.”

You widen your eyes, immediately shifting the car back to park and he looks worried like a child that was going to be scolded. “You don’t have your house keys?”

He innocently shakes his head and you groan. You thought Jungkook was a headache to deal with when drunk but Dr. Kim has to prove you wrong on that.

Your mind racks around for a possible solution and eventually narrows down onto one, much to your own dislike, “Do you…” You sigh, looking at him and he curiously gazes at you, “Do you just want to stay over at my place?”

Laughter bubbles out of him when he claps his hands, “Okay!”

This is not Dr. Kim. You remind yourself. This is some childlike version of Dr. Kim that is partially insane. 

The struggle of getting home is even worse with Dr. Kim as his curiosity runs wildfire when he’s drunk and you are completely exhausted answering a wide array of his wondering questions. The moment your apartment comes into view, you’re jumping for joy when you hurriedly open the door on his side and gesture for him to get out.

“Here it is.” You point to your apartment but then realize he’s actually already seen it, conveniently when you decided to drag him in…

Shuffling your keys, the door opens and he almost stumbles in but you’re quick to catch him, “Are you okay?”

“My head hurts a bit…” He whines, holding onto you when you drag him to your couch.

“Stay here, I’ll get you something for it.” You go into your kitchen and rack through the cabinets until you find your medical supplies.

“Here.” You set the tablet down with some water, “Just take it with this.”

He obediently nods and you almost want to laugh at the sudden reversal. If you had been in the same position, you would have surely thrown some type of tantrum. “Sleep here for tonight, I’ll grab you some pillows and blankets.”

“On the couchhh?” He whines, “I don’t want to!!”

You quickly come back with the supplies, “You have to sleep Dr. Kim.”

“Why do you keep saying that??” He abruptly gets up.

You start to set down the pillow and blankets, “Saying what?”

“Calling me Dr. Kim! I told everyone they could call me Taehyung!” His volume increases and it’s similar to the argument you had in Namjoon’s office.

“U-Um well I-“ Suddenly the blanket falls from your hands and you’re being pinned against the wall when his hands resting on each side.

“Y/N.”

His tone drops in a deeper one at the mention of your name, no longer brimming with his innocent tone causing you to gasp. “Say it.” He commands, his entire vibe switches back into his stern one.

You can seem to look anywhere else but at his dark eyes, piercing into you when you can’t breathe properly anymore, “Ta-Tae…” A deep red blush coats your cheeks when you suck in another breath, “Tae-Taehyung.” You finally annunciate it, smiling at him but he leans in and soon the thought is completely forgotten when he presses his lips to your own.

Your eyes immediately flutter shut and you melt against him as he gently lowers himself to hold you in his arms. He tilts head to the side and presses his lips closer as he savours the moment for as long as he can. You clutch onto his shirt, trying to keep yourself steady when the strength in your own legs dissipates.

You slowly break apart and his half-lidded gaze stares at you with such adoration then you could possibly comprehend. He caresses your cheek and chuckles underneath his breath, “You finally said it properly.” He whispers, tugging you into his arms.

You can’t fathom what he even means by that but he only holds you closer to him, “Y/N.” Your name slipping off of his deep tone causes shivers to run down your spine and you can only muster the will to hum in response, “Can I stay with you tonight?”

Although hesitant with the response at first, you can’t deny the part of you that is concerned about him, “A-Alright.”

He slowly detaches from you, bringing you over to the couch where he lies down and gestures for you to join him. Once you do, he drapes the blanket over you and laces his arm around your torso as he keeps you in a protective lock. A content sigh escapes him when you move to place your head on his chest and deep unsaid words bubble out from him. “Don’t leave me Y/N.” He mumbles, eyes beginning to droop into sleep.

“I won’t.” You whisper, clutching onto him when the words sounds so broken coming from him.

“Please don’t leave me again.” He moves his hands to completely envelope you against him, “Please.”

His voice cracks at the hand and you absolutely can’t stand how he’s almost pleading with you. However, your firm answer does grant him some peaceful sleep for the night.

“I’ll always stay with you Taehyung.”