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Little Miss Perfect (Tobin Heath)

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Based-ish on Little Miss Perfect performed by Taylor Louderman

Prompt: Y/N is a star. She has the perfect career, perfect sponsorships, perfect team(s), and arguably a perfect life. Or at least, that’s how she’s seen; Little Miss Perfect … or not?

Or alternatively

The 10,000+ word fic based on LMP that no one asked for but it’s one of my audition songs so I’ve been singing it nonstop for months and it now lives rent free in my head so here you go.

Warnings: Very very very long and full of detail, also it gets a little spicy in a few spots oops

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straight hair, straight A’s, straight forward

To the world, Y/N Y/LN was the golden girl of the USWNT. To her teammates, this same title held true. The fleet footed forward joined the senior team for her first cap during the WWC in 2019 after graduating from Stanford at the top of her class.

Since her time playing at both the national and international level, the forward had grown to a level of stardom that rivaled even Alex Morgan since she, you know, didn’t piss off the entirety of England at the World Cup. However, Y/N would be quick to thank her communications major for this public relations boost and not her skills on the pitch.

Sadly, the weight of this attention brought so many expectations onto her which certainly made an impact on someone who was still so young and trying to truly figure out who she was outside of the game.

i don’t black out at parties, i jam to Paul McCartney

“Are you sure I can’t convince you to come out with us?” Meghan asked, leaning against the wall in the shared living space. Y/N looked up from her spot on the couch, her nose having previously been buried in work of some sorts, sparing only a moment to roll her eyes at her flatmate.

“Kling, I already told you that I’m perfectly content with staying in tonight.” The older girl sighed dramatically and Y/N just laughed, going back to scribbling in one of the countless notebooks scattered around her.

“You know we literally have people for that? Like that’s what they’re paid to do.” Kling mumbled, motioning to Y/N’s books filled with a variety of stats ranging from national team data to the stats for Portland last season and even her stuff from the ‘17-’18 season she spent with PSG.

“You know that part of my job is being able to assess how well myself and others perform? Like that’s what I’m paid to do.” Y/N mocked playfully, causing Kling to stick her tongue out at her childishly. The action gained a laugh from the young forward and both women broke out into full faced smiles. Though the two hadn’t played together long, Kling certainly regarded the decision to share an apartment with the girl as one of the best she’d made in recent years.

“Come on, please? Lindsey and Emily will be there!” The mention of the two women she played with on both the club and national level made her perk up slightly but it still wasn’t enough to get her to break her homebody habits. Frankly, even as much as Y/N liked going out, she had come to learn that house parties and unpredictable teammates could turn into a PR nightmare and she was happy to avoid the headache whenever possible.

“I saw them the other day, I can go another night without seeing them. Besides, I’d rather not go out with my back feeling like this anyways.” Y/N muttered, finding an extra excuse in the old pain of her lower back which was currently being treated with electrical pulses from the TENS unit wired to her.

“A little alcohol would loosen that back right up and you know it.” Kling whined and Y/N just shook her head, giggling as her teammate boo’d her loudly.

“Fine, but just so you know how lame you are for missing this one, even Tobin is going.” The young forward’s eyes widened as she was a little taken aback at the mention of the veteran player.

Though they were both home in Portland, Y/N hadn’t seen the veteran forward since the Concacaf games earlier in the month. While Tobin was of course known to attend their teambonding nights, actual Thorns parties were not her normal scene. With the thought of Tobin in mind, the idea of spending an evening out drinking with the girls didn’t sound terrible but Y/N knew she still couldn’t agree to go.

“Well, even the hardest of chillers has to go out eventually I guess.” Y/N countered, causing Kling to stop and think about it for a moment.

“Fine, that’s fair. You’re still boring though!” The defender whined again, earning what must have been the hundredth eye roll from the girl on the couch.

“And you’re still annoying. Now leave and quit being so clingy, Kling!” Both girls laughed at the word play with Kling flicking Y/N off as she walked out the front door of the apartment.

Sighing, Y/N relaxed back into the quiet that often befell the apartment when Meghan was out on one of her many adventures. While she often loved the fast paced environment of the professional soccer world that she had been absorbed in for nearly three seasons now, it was nice to have moments like these. While part of her may have preferred to go out and drink the night away with the Thorns, there was something equally as therapeutic about drinking in the Portland view from an empty apartment where the only noise was the sound of pen against the paper and “Hey Jude” floating over from the record player.

i ask myself what did i do, to get as far as i’ve gotten.

As quickly as the peace came, it was gone.

Days after the great party debate with Meghan, Y/N found herself back on a plane and flying across the country for pre-SheBelieves training camp. While her Thorns counterparts had flown in days earlier, Y/N was coming in just on time as she had stuck around in Portland a few extra days for both a charity event and a magazine shoot. She couldn’t quite pinpoint when this had become her way of life with media days becoming more prominent and her social followings flying into the millions. Regardless of the how, why, or when, Y/N was more than happy to play her part in the grand scheme of the game if it meant putting women’s soccer on the pedestal it deserved. However, to say she was exhausted by the time she hit the seat on her flight to Orlando would certainly be an understatement. Somewhere in the back of her mind she made a mental note to text and ask Alex how the hell she did it all.

A pretty girl walks by my locker, my heart gives a flutter but I don’t dare utter a word…

Yawning, Y/N made her way into the locker room. The youngins were the first to see her and she was immediately taken down by the team’s oldest kid, Kelley O’Hara. With a trademark flying squirrel hug, the Utah player wrapped herself around the body of the younger girl who didn’t even miss a step at the impact.

“Hi nerd, we missed you!” Kelley nuzzled into Y/N’s neck which had warmed under her touch as she blushed bright red. Sonnett and Rose were quick to join the tackle-hug situation as the forward shuffled towards her locker with the girls hanging off of her.

“Oh my god, let her breathe!” The voice belonged to Sam Mewis who crossed the locker room easily and helped pluck the little soccer stars off of her.

“Thanks Sammy, I could handle Kels but the other two nearly took me out.” Y/N admitted, brushing off and straightening her clothes.

“No problem, I never understood why they made your tiny self team pack mule.” Sam laughed, ruffling her hand through the smaller player’s hair.

“It’s those muscles, makes it easy to carry us.” A new voice added to the conversation. Y/N, who had sat down on the bench to begin the process of putting on her gear, looked up with wide eyes and a beet red face. Sam laughed and nodded her head in agreement as the veteran player walked towards them. Tobin wore a signature smirk as she offered Y/N a wink that the latter nearly missed as she became focused on the laces of her boots.

“It’s good to see you again superstar, it’s been a minute.” Tobin said as Y/N simply nodded her head in response, not being able to find her words.

Though both women had been in Portland during their short break, neither had seen the other since the Concacaf games had ended. It wasn’t as if Y/N had purposely been avoiding the other forward, she wasn’t sure she could ever bring herself to do that, but admittedly it was odd that the two who had been so close since Y/N’s first cap had gone such a time without seeing each other.

Thankfully, Tobin had grown used to this nonverbal state that the normally chattery girl seemed to always enter around her. Frankly, she took it as a compliment that Y/N felt she could be quiet around her instead of putting on what the team loved to call her ‘media face’. Gently, she placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder and gave it a soft squeeze of reassurance. Tobin felt her heart nearly stop in her chest when Y/N looked up and their eyes locked, both girls’ cheeks now beyond rosey with a blush. If it had been anyone else the interaction would have been regarded with raised brows and questions from their teammates, but not with Y/N.

Cause that would be absurd behavior for Little Miss Perfect…

Practice continued in a predictable cycle over the next few days.

With the depth of the bench for forwards on the national team, practice could often feel like a battle. Y/N went strong and gave her all on the field, doing everything she could to secure her starting spot in the SheBelieves games. Despite the competition, she found herself bubbling over with energy every time there was a chance to scrimmage.

“Alright, the field is yours!” Vlatko announced at the end of their Friday practice. The sun was beating down on the group of women and practice had been long and hot. Still, there was no way that the majority of them were letting an open field and an early ended practice go to waste.

“Kids versus vets!” Pinoe screamed already running towards the pitch. There were groans of complaints from some of the girls and mutters as they tried to figure out how to divide themselves.

“Fine, but only if vets wear the pinnies! And we get Kelley!” Mal yelled back, hands on her hips and a pout on her lips. Many of the vets laughed at Mals list of demands but they all agreed which is how they got to where they were now, standing in a loose huddle. Y/N stared at her teammates with a serious expression and crossed arms as she and Kelley surveyed the group and tried to figure out how they were going to pull this off because frankly neither of the girls wanted to get their asses beat before their off day.

“How are we about to pull this off?” Kelley muttered, looking around the group. Y/N smacked her gently as she scanned the roster of youngins in front of her. With a wave of her hand, she set Jane and AD off to play rock-paper-scissors or something to figure out who would start in goal since she really couldn’t pick. Second later Y/N’s eyes lit up as she saw her opening.

“We have Rose!” She exclaimed suddenly, gaining weird looks from her teammates and an even more confused look from the midfielder herself.

“Um, obviously?” Sonnett said, looking at the girl like she was an idiot.

“Exactly. Which means we have the attacking midfielder.” Y/N explained slowly, waiting for the rest of the youngins to catch on.

“Which means that Ertz will need support…” Tierna muttered, slowly realizing where their captain was going with this.

“And we know Sammy isn’t going to be the one providing it.” Rose quipped, causing the girls to laugh as they all cast a glance over to where their Tower of Power had collapsed in the shade of the stands at the end of the day’s practice.

“So they need someone else in midfield. Someone who is going to be aggressive but calculated and can try to push the ball forward…” Y/N was excited now, itching for one of her teammates to take the bait and catch on to what she was implying.

“Oh my god, they’re going to try and surprise us because they have to put Tobin in midfield!” Kelley gasped, jumping up and down in her spot.

“Exactly, but we’ll be ready.” Y/N grinned, ready for the challenge that the vet would certainly present. As if a switch had been flicked in her brain, a suddenly scheming Y/N began to whisper to the girls her plans to beat what would certainly be a 3-2-2 since the vets declared Pinoe as captain.

With Ash and AD taking their places as the self declared referees of the match, the vets moved to their spots on the field. Pinoe was grinning as if she’d done something miraculous as Tobin joined Julie in the midfield but the smile was wiped clean off her face as the newly dubbed Coach Tierna waved ‘her players’ onto the pitch. When the girls countered the 3-2-2 with a 2-3-2, Pinoe threw her hands up in exasperation.

“Oh come on! How did you even think of that? A 2-3-2? Who even does that!” The older forward was clearly frustrated that her plans of throwing the youngins off with Tobin in midfield had been thwarted but the rest of the vets looked a mix of either amused or impressed, Tobin included.

“What can I say, we saw it coming from a mile away. You know what they say, can’t teach an old dog new tricks.” Y/N’s little quip was met with a gasp from Pinoe who furrowed her eyebrows at the young player as their teammates howled in laughter.

“Oh, it is so on Y/LN.”

And so it was, at least for the other half of the field. Y/N and Mal were both bouncing on their toes in anticipation but the ball was constantly getting caught up in the midfield. When the youngins had made the assumption that Rose against Ertz was going to be a powerful match, they had certainly been right. The two women were at eachothers throats and even if the ball escaped them, it was quickly funnelled back by one of the wide midfielders.

“Y/N, go!” Tierna yelled from the sidelines and that had simply been the approval she’d been waiting on. If anyone read the field on the same level as Y/N, it was Tierna, and Y/N certainly trusted her judgement as she threw herself into the mix of the midfield and left Mal behind to prepare.

The ball was at Julie’s feet when Y/N joined the action, but Rose was quick to see the opportunity and she snagged the ball and shot it immediately to the forwards boot. With a normally unrivaled speed, Y/N shot off down the pitch and back towards Mal.

However, before she could get too far, a familiar lean frame was on her tail. She cursed mentally, knowing that outrunning Tobin wasn’t an option and at this point neither was passing to Mal as the newly moved midfielder closed in on her. The entirety of the field took a collective breath as Y/N juggled with the ball at her feet as Tobin closed the gap between them. The two players were a pair who normally worked incredibly well together so seeing them face off set a tension over the pitch that the rest of the team wasn’t quite sure they were allowed to disrupt.

“Coincidence seeing you here.” Y/N jested, sliding the ball around her body and away from Tobin’s darting feet. The midfielder wasn’t sure what kind of game Y/N was playing here but she was determined not to let her even get near the defensive line. As someone who had played this position with Y/N before, Tobin knew the danger that was coming if she let the younger girl get to Mal.

“Not a coincidence, you knew she’d put me here.” Breathing heavy, her tone came out in a rasp that made the little breath that Y/N had catch in her throat. Refusing to let the butterflies that had for some reason erupted in her stomach derail her, she plastered a confident smirk onto her face.

“Maybe I did, and maybe that’s why I’m here. You should play midi more, it looks good on you.” The unexpected confidence along with the wink that Y/N threw Tobin was enough to stop the normally confident player in her tracks for a mere millisecond. She had to be imagining the interaction because there was no way that Y/N, the beautiful girl who turned nearly mute around her, had just offered her a compliment and a wink all at once. That would be, well, absurd.

Regardless, something must have happened, because in the millisecond that Tobin was distracted, Y/N found her window. Without so much as a second thought, she twisted her body and kicked the ball through Tobins legs before whipping around her and sending the ball barreling towards Mal.

“No fucking way!” Crystal yelled on defense, jaw on the ground. Mal in turn took the shock of the back line in her favor as she turned and layed in a shot that slipped just over the gloves of Uncle Naeher and into the right corner of the net.

Tobin’s eyes went even wider than they had moments ago as she let herself sink to the grass, attempting to process the last minute in her mind. There was no way that their golden girl had just done that.

Something about her drew me in.. what? It’s totally platonic.

It seemed like that was a common theme for Y/N today, acting out of character that is. After the embarrassing 1-0 loss, the team had made their way back to the hotel where everyone had retreated to their respective rooms. That was, atleast, at first.

Within an hour of being back, Y/N and Rose’s room had been overrun by the team’s younger players and their unexplainable amounts of energy. Kelley and Sonnett were the main culprits, retelling the details of the scrimmage for the thousandth time as if the tale of the two chaotic defenders holding down the back line was the best thing since sliced bread. Already having taken her shower and starting the process of winding down for the day, a tired Y/N decided to seek solace from her teammates.

Her first stop would normally have been Alex’s room, but since she was still out with an acute case of a Charlie horse, she tried her other options. Ashlyn and Ali didn’t answer her knocks, Alyssa was already asleep in her own bed, and Tiernas room was somehow noisier than her own.

That’s how she ended up at the door she had been accidentally avoiding with her fist raised to knock but something gnawed at her and stopped the motion. Her internal dialogue was bitter for a moment, snipping about how the woman she had brutally nutmegged earlier certainly didn’t want to see her. But some small part of her that needed so desperately to see the other woman made her hand move forward.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up?” The forward turned midfielder asked, leaning against her door frame. For some reason, the confidence that Y/N held earlier had completely disappeared as she took in Tobin in her re-inc shorts and muscle tank.

“Um, the girls are being loud.” She muttered, looking towards the ground and finding interest in Tobins slides.

“Need a place to chill out?” Tobin questioned, raising an eyebrow at the girl in front of her. Part of her was pleased to have the quiet, blushy girl back while another part of her wondered where the self confident girl on the pitch had gone.

“Please?” Y/N sighed deeply as Tobin stepped aside and let her into the hotel room.

“I was watching some documentary on the history channel if you want to join?” Tobin asked, inclining her head towards her bed that was situated in front of the hotel’s crappy TV. While Y/N doubted any documentary would hold her interest, she nodded her headed and moved towards the bed.

Without another word, the two women slipped into the bed. Y/N, who wasn’t characteristically a cuddler, somehow found herself half asleep and curled into Tobins side. The older of the two bit her lip at the unexpected contact, feeling the heat of Y/Ns touch. Not knowing what else to do, Tobin wrapped her arm around the girl and pulled her closer as she moved the blankets to cover them up. Humming in content, Y/N fell into a deep sleep, something her brain would later blame on the smell of rainstorms and fresh linens instead of the woman that was holding her tightly.

“She looks like she’s a part of you, Tobes.” Midge giggled after walking back into their shared hotel room. Tobin shushed the woman and sent her a pointed glare that disappeared the moment she looked down at the girl sleeping peacefully in her arms, a hint of a smile pulling at the corner of her mouth.

“I’m just glad she’s comfortable, Rose said she hadn’t been sleeping well.” Tobin admitted, allowing her fingers to trace delicate patterns across Y/Ns exposed skin. Midge smiled softly at the two women as she watched their interaction, letting out a soft sigh.

“Tobin…” She whispered, giving the woman a knowing look. Tobin let out a sigh of her own as she bit her lip and shook her head.

“Don’t Midge, please.” Her voice cracked slightly, brimming with unspoken emotions that made Midge tear up. Nodding her head, Midge turned to leave, giving the girls the room. Before she could exit the room though, she turned back towards a hurting Tobin.

“You never know, Tobes.” She intended for the words to give the player some sort of hope but they appeared to have the opposite effect as a tear tried to slip from Tobins watering eyes.

“Even if she was, she’s untouchable.” Tobin admitted, her eyes never leaving Y/N’s sleeping form, carefully monitoring the rising and falling of her chest to make sure she was asleep.

“Maybe, but nearly half the world wants her and yet she’s always stayed here with you instead. That has to count for something.” Midge whispered finally, before sliding out of the door.

Tobins eyes wandered over the younger girl’s face as she carefully attempted to regain her composure. Finding her composure wasn’t coming easily though as her thoughts wandered to Midge’s words. Maybe it did mean something that she was single, but there was no way it was anything that concerned her. The two were certainly close but their connection was purely platonic, right?

That night was so exciting. Her smirk was so enticing..

Sometime later, the pair found themselves lounging together on a coach in Pinoes room for some captain called team bonding. While Y/N and Tobin would have been content to have stayed in Tobins bed, Frat Daddy Sr. and Jr. had declared that the two simply had to participate as it would be the only night for a while where they could drink or “partake in adult beverages” as Sonnett had put it.

“Are you sure we should even be drinking?” Y/N asked, eyeing the bottle in her hand questioningly as most of the team chuckled at their little rule follower.

“We have the day off tomorrow so there’s no reason we shouldn’t!” Pinoe grinned, clinking the neck of her bottle against Kelleys. Y/N’s encouragement to actually start drinking came when she let her eyes flit over to Tobin who once again wore a signature smirk.

“Unless of course you pulled an Alex and got pregnant or something…” Tobin choked on her beer as she looked at Crystal with wide eyes, the woman merely shrugging in response.

“Doesn’t hurt to ask since we know next to nothing about Y/N’s personal life. For all we know she could be in some sort of serious, committed relationship!” There was a mischievous glint in Dunny’s eyes as she cast a sideways glance at Tobin who had now resorted to chugging the drink that she was holding.

“Jesus..” Y/N muttered, eyeing her beer again for a moment before quickly chugging it. Many of the women in the room let out whoops and hollers at this newly found talent of Y/N’s as she finished the drink without hesitation. Setting the empty bottle down on the table beside Tobins, Y/N let out a long sigh before relaxing backwards.

“So I’ll take that to mean you’re not pregnant?” Pinoe teased, causing the room to fill with laughter.

“No, definitely not pregnant and certainly not in some top secret relationship.” She wasn’t sure whether it was the buzz from the beer or the tightening of Tobin’s grip around her waist that let the admission stumble out, but somehow she was glad it did. The team shared surprised glances, seeing inside the life of their fairly private forward for the first time, while Tobin let out a sigh of relief. A sigh that didn’t go undetected by the younger player who was currently leaning into her side.

“Well if you’re not in a serious relationship now then is there someone you want to be in a relationship with?” The question surprisingly came from Ashlyn this time as the goalie leaned forward in anticipation.

“Babe!” Ali gasped, quickly reprimanding her wife.

“What? I’m just asking! Because this team is going to need a new power couple and so far the rest of the youngins have failed me.” Hearing Ashlyn’s words, Y/N’s eyes went as wide as Tobin’s had been moments ago as she struggled to somehow speak. A power couple? Before she could form a sentence though, Tobin’s voice snatched the room’s attention.

“I thought we came in here for team bonding, not team interrogation.” The quip came out more serious than she had meant, her tone low and voice nearly at a growl. Shocked, Ashlyn and others leaned back in their seats, trying to put some distance between themselves and the clearly irritated woman.

“Tobin’s right, let’s play a game.”

Hours speed by like seconds then, what happens is iconic.

How Tobin got in her current position was simple. However, where she was going to go from here seemed much more complex.

See, when Tobin had suggested the girls switch to actual team bonding, Miss Lindsey Horan had been quick to jump on the idea. Ever the scheming gay, Lindsey suggested the girls play Strip Truth or Dare which was certainly just a ploy for her to be able to see Sonnett’s abs. All seemed to go according to plan as after a few targeted questions, Sonnett did in fact end up shirtless. The rest of the game though was much more random and left many of the girls either shirtless or shortless as they shied away from some of their teammates’ more challenging dares.

“Here you go Tobbito. Give it a spin.” Kelley was grinning mischievously as she handed the empty beer bottle to Tobin who eyed it with distaste. Having opted to take O’Hara’s dare, Tobin now had to spend seven minutes stuck in a tight linen closet with whoever the bottle landed on. It was a classic Kelley style dare as the woman loved to see how far she could push her teammates to go but it was also one that Tobin always turned down. Tonight though, her options were to take the dare or take off her shorts so she regrettably chose the former.

As the bottle spun around on the table, her teammates watched in excitement. She could feel the girl beside her tense as it slowed and she was damn near sure she felt her heart stop when the bottle finally stilled. Tobin could sense many of her teammates less than thrilled reactions when the bottle stilled and Kelley clearly scrunched her face up in displeasure.

“The one time I get Tobin to actually do this and I’m not even going to get anything messy? Ugh, fine. Go like, bond for seven minutes or something.” With an air of fake confidence, Tobin stood to her feet and reached her hand out to the other girl who almost grudgingly took it. Tailed by Kelley and her timer, the two somehow settled into the tiny closet together.

She tells a joke, I nearly choke. Next thing I know, I lose control. I finally kiss her but oh no.

“Coincidence seeing you here.” Y/N joked for the second time that day, forcing herself to meet Tobin’s eyes.

“I’d say it wasn’t a coincidence but there’s no way either of us saw this one coming.” Tobin countered, and Y/N nodded her head in agreement as she laughed softly.

“True, because if Kelley had seen this coming she wouldn’t have wasted a dare on it.”

“Poor Kelley was expecting a show and instead she got us.” Both of the girls laughed at that but Y/N’s laugh caught in her throat as Tobin adjusted her position, accidentally running her hand across Y/N’s exposed thigh in the process.

Blushing profusely, Tobin ducked her head and mumbled some sort of apology as Y/N attempted to shift herself backwards. However, the closeness to the wall caught her off guard and she tumbled forward instead. Out of instinct, Tobin immediately leaned towards Y/N and grabbed the girls waist in an attempt to steady her. But, in the confined space, the action only made it so that the pair were now hovering inches apart as Y/N’s hands pushed against the wall on either side of Tobins head.

“You think you can’t put on a show with me?” Y/N attempted to jest but it came out much closer to a whisper as she shut her eyes, daring not to even glance at the woman who held her waist.

“N-no. It’s just, no one is expecting you of all people to sit in a closet and makeout with a teammate or something.” Tobins response was rushed and stuttered as her eyes darted around Y/N’s face, taking in every freckle and scar.

Maybe it was Tobins stutter, or the feeling of her deep breaths ticking against Y/N’s lips, but something willed Y/N to open her eyes. The bold movements didn’t stop there though as she moved her hands down and brought them so that they were laced together behind Tobins neck.

“I’m tired of following everyone’s expectations.” Her voice was deeper now and any tone of annoyance that should be expected with the sentence was simply absent.

“Then don’t follow them.” Tobin’s own voice was raspy and daring as she broke eye contact and let her gaze drift down to the other girl’s lips.

As though the words were the final push she needed, Y/N shifted to her knees and leaned forward, lightly placing her lips against Tobin’s. As she moved to pull away from the kiss, she felt the hands on her waist tighten slightly. Tentatively, Y/N leaned back in to kiss Tobin again and was surprised when she was met halfway. With the girls finally realizing that both sides wanted this, the pressure behind the kiss increased.

Without hesitation, Tobin pulled Y/N in closer by her hips so that the younger girl was fully straddling her. The kiss was all teeth and tongue as the two clashed against each other, each touch filled with need.

Tobin wasn’t sure at what point Y/N had leaned back for air, and she was less sure of when she had attached her lips to her teammates neck. What she did know was that between the little sounds that slipped past Y/N’s lips and the way she tugged at Tobin’s hair, she never wanted to stop.

“Tobin…” The defender gasped, head falling backward as Tobin nipped at her newly exposed collarbone.

She wasn’t sure what she was thinking when she left the marks on Y/N’s neck and it was truly possible that she wasn’t thinking of anything at all. Well, nothing other than the feelings of the other girls muscular thighs under her fingers and the warmth of exposed skin against her lips. Y/N couldn’t place any blame on Tobin though, because at no point would she ever have asked the forward to stop what she was doing. In fact, she was certain that if she could find her voice that she would beg her to do just the opposite.

The only thing that finally ripped them apart was another voice, an outside voice.

“Alright idiots, you can come out now.” Kelley yelled, banging twice against the closet door before walking away.

If the two hadn’t been so startled by the interruption, they probably would’ve laughed at the word choice. Instead, they sat together in silence, simply staring into eachothers eyes without moving from their previous position.

Ultimately it was Y/N who regained her composure first, pulling herself upright. Tobin stayed in her spot on the floor, watching the way Y/N straightened her shirt and ran her fingers through her hair as she took deep breaths in an attempt to steady herself. And then she held out her hand, a silent offer to help Tobin up, which Tobin hesitantly expected. Of course, in the still cramped space, pulling Tobin to stand upright once again put the pair nose to nose.

Once again, it was Y/N who snapped out of it first. With burning cheeks, she cleared her throat and turned her head away from Tobin as she opened the door to let them out.

“Took you two long enough.” Ash remarked as the pair made their way back into the lounge area. Without a word, Tobin made a beeline for her spot beside Christen which had remained open. Her best friend gave her an odd look but Tobin simply shook her head in dismissal and Christen didn’t push it any further than that.

Meanwhile, Y/N just laughed and shrugged her shoulders as she fixed the girls with one of her award winning smiles. In that moment, she found that she was actually grateful for the years of media training that had taught her to force a fake smile as she stood in front of her teammates pretending that watching Tobin just dart to the safety of Christen Press’s side didn’t hurt her in the slightest.

“Yeah well we got a little tangled up.” The team just laughed and thought nothing of the statement, except for Tobin who nearly choked on air at the double meaning of her words.

As much trust as Y/N had in her acting skills, she couldn’t stand to stick around and smile any longer. With a very exaggerated yawn, she happily took her leave and waved goodnight to her ever oblivious teammates.

It wasn’t until she finally found herself in her own room, cocooned tightly in the warmth of her comfort hoodie and hotel sheets, that she let her smile fall. Because here she was on top of the world, performing at the highest level of women’s soccer like she had always wanted. It had taken so much hard work to get here, but also so much personal sacrifice. Soon the warmth of her blankets was matched by the warmth of the tears that streamed down her face as she laid alone and contemplated just how much of herself she was willing to continue to deny.

You’re just confused believe her when she says there’s nothing there

“Okay seriously, where is this girl?” Mal whined, looking around for the woman who was usually her partner in crime.

“Maybe she’s hungover.” Rose mused as her best friend pouted.

“Well she’s almost late, and she promised she’d go to brunch with us today for our off day.” It was Pinoe who was pouting now, looking very much like someone’s angry grandma and the majority of the team was fighting the urge to laugh.

“You know if y’all were so worried I was going to be late, you could’ve called.” The girls’ heads all turned in the direction of the voice as their teammate appeared in the hotel lobby. Kelley and her fellow crackhead children let out a long round of wolf whistles and cheers as the young player stepped into the room.

“Well damn, nevermind. If we had known you were going to come out looking that good, we wouldn’t have complained about you taking so long!” Mal hollered while Y/N giggled and ducked her head, a blush spreading over her cheeks that nearly matched the pink silk tank that she wore.

When she lifted her head, her eyes made contact with a sparkling pair of brown ones that couldn’t be torn off of her. Tobin somehow couldn’t even summon one of her dashing smiles as she took in Y/N’s ensemble. Without the suit jacket hanging on her shoulders, the outfit would arguably be scandalous for Y/N as she almost purposefully allowed the top to leave little to the imagination.

“Quit gawking you gays and get to the cars, I need coffee.” Y/N laughed as she tossed her hair over her shoulder and clicked past the girls, linking her arm with Mals and heading out the doors.

When the girls did get to brunch, they filled the little cafe up with the sounds of their laughter and conversation. As Y/N joked around with Mal and Sonnett, she’d occasionally glance up to find her favorite pair of brown eyes struggling to look away from her. Focusing on the latte she was sipping, she allowed herself to think of the night before, of the feelings of Tobin’s nails scraping her thighs, of her lips ghosting across her neck, of her tongu-

“Oh my GOD, Y/N!” Startled, Y/N nearly dropped her coffee as she looked up like a deer in headlights at Crystal whose jaw was nearly on the floor.

“What?” She questioned, confused as to why Crystal and now more of her teammates were looking at her as though she’d sprouted a second head.

“Where the hell did those come from?!” Sonnett half shouted, her cold fingers brushing against Y/N’s collarbone. Flinching away, the young player looked to see what the girls were staring at. When she saw them, she both internally laughed and cursed. Right on her collarbone were two dark bruises, now completely visible to everyone as her blazer had since shifted to the side and off her shoulder.

“Who in the hell gave you hickeys?” Kelley hissed, growing very protective of the young girl.

“Huh? Ohhhh, these? I don’t know. Must be from the ball Tobin nailed me with at practice yesterday.” This time, Tobin actually did choke, sputtering on her coffee. Luckily it was only Y/N who noticed the reaction, doing her best to keep an innocent face as her teammates struggled to accept her lie.

“Are you sure? Because those look a lot like hickeys to me.” Lindsey challenged as she looked at her longtime teammate who just chuckled and shrugged.

“Well I guess you’d certainly know, wouldn’t you?” Y/N teased, of course referencing the array of bruises that Sonnett had left all over Lindsey’s chest on her last Portland visit. Lindsey and Sonnett both went wide eyed and turned bright red.

“This isn’t about me!” Lindsey attempted to counter but it was too late, the girls had already caught on and were fully invested in this new discovery.

Sighing deeply, Y/N pulled her blazer back into its place as she tuned back into the conversation at the table. Mal was still eyeing her with a slightly skeptical look but other than that, Y/N was in the clear.

That was until they got back to the hotel.

“Alright, fess up.” Mal fixed Y/N with a pointed look as they walked into their hotel room.

“To what?” She questioned, sitting down on the edge of the bed to kick off her heels.

“Where did those actually come from?” Pointing an accusatory finger, Mal jumped onto the bed beside her best friend.

“I already told y’all at brunch. We were at practice yesterday and I accidentally stepped wrong and took a ball to the chest from Tobin.” Y/N grumbled the excuse in a dismissive fashion as she finally got her heels off and turned to sit cross legged on the bed facing Mal.

“Please, I’d sooner believe that Tobin ACTUALLY gave them to you herself before I believe you accidentally stepped in front of a ball.” Mal snorted, not realizing at first the way that her bestfriends face completely flushed.

“What?” The forward asked, finally realizing that Y/N had gone completely silent.

“Nothing.” Y/N simply whispered back, focusing on the pink polish on her fingernails. Mal stared at her in confusion, trying to figure out what was going on and why she’d suddenly shut down. As Mal mentally rewound the conversation in her head, she realized exactly what it was he had said.

“Holy shit, Y/N/N! You’re not seriously telling me tha-”

“NO!” Y/N yelled with the full force of her chest, startling the small girl in front of her. “No, I’m not telling you anything.” Her voice was lowered to a whisper this time as she still refused to look up at Mal whose jaw was currently dropped to the floor.

“Okay so if you’re not telling me anything then I guess we’ll have to talk about another situation.” Y/N looked up now, eyeing her friend suspiciously.

“Hypothetically speaking,” Mal began and Y/N nearly laughed. “Could those bruises on your neck that are totally not hickeys be from one Tobin Heath.”

“Hypothetically?”

“Hypothetically.”

“Then yes, hypothetically.” Y/N was certain that Mal’s eyes were near the point of falling out of her head at how wide eyed she’s gone. In fact, it would’ve been humorous if she wasn’t engaged in an internal civil war. What on god’s green earth was she admitting to?

“Hypothetically, this was during team bonding night? In the closet?” The irony wasn’t lost on her now but she nodded in confirmation regardless.

“Okay… but why does it matter this much? You’re not ga-”

“Hypothetically!” Y/N hissed, wanting to, needing to, hold this false sense of anonymity for some time longer.

“Okay, okay. Well, hypothetically speaking, you’ve never had a girlfriend and you’ve never even kissed a girl?” Mal questioned, tilting her head to the side in confusion as she attempted to connect dots.

“Never. It’s always been boys but I mean I never dated much anyways because of soccer…. Hypothetically.” Y/N admitted, fixating on the way the pink flakes of nailpolish fell from her fingertips.

“Alright. So if you’re not gay, why does it matter so much?”

“Hypothetically, I don’t know. Hell, realistically I don’t know.” She finally conceded, her head falling into her hands as her voice cracked.

“Hey, hey, babygirl come here.” Mal opened her arms and pulled her best friend into her, running her hands gently through the hair as they rocked together slowly.

“It’s okay Y/N/N, you’re probably just confused right now.” She knew it was supposed to be reassuring but somehow it felt like the exact opposite.

“Confused?” Y/N asked, sniffling as she sat with her head buried into Mal’s chest. The other girl simply hummed in response as she continued to play with Y/N’s hair, attempting to find the words to say.

“Mhm, it’s probably been a while since you’ve been with anyone and Tobin gave you what you wanted, y'know? It probably doesn’t mean anything. I mean, I’ve kissed Rose a hundred times playing silly games like that with the team but that doesn’t mean that it has to mean anything. You’re just confused and overthinking it all right now, there’s nothing there.”

And that was that. Neither girl said anything else. They just sat like that for the rest of their evening, Y/N wrapped securely in Mal’s arms as they laid together in the silence of the room. That was, until Mal got up to go to dinner. A dinner Y/N refused to go to as she stayed in bed, saying that she didn’t feel so great. She would blame the mimosas at brunch but somehow she knew it was something or someone else that had her stomach turning.

It’s never worth it when you’re Little Miss Perfect…

It turns out Y/N was confused.

She was confused at breakfast, confused during warmups, and even confused on the pitch during practice.

It didn’t take long for her teammates to pick up on it as they watched their normally hyperactive forward hardly jog after the ball. Her passes were sloppy and her defense was weak, a clear sign that her head was in the clouds.

“Y/N, here!” Vlatko called from the sidelines, pointing at the spot beside him. Y/N jogged off the pitch and over to her coach who nodded for her to sit down on the bench. Tailing her were a pair of trainers, fixed on taking her temperature and checking for injuries to try deduce if there was a physical ailment holding her back.

“It’s nothing,” Y/N sighed, shaking off the worried hands and eyes fixated on her. “I’m just having an off day Coach, I’ll be alright.” Vlatko nodded his head in understanding but couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t being told the whole truth.

“No, I know you, this isn’t just an off day for you to push through.” His words were firm in his normal, coaching way, but there was a gentleness behind it that he often reserved for the young star. Having played for Vlatko in the NWSL over the years had curated a strong coach and player relationship between the two that was now proving to be as important off the pitch it was on.

“It’s not benefiting anyone for you to be out there if you’re off like that, we don’t need you getting hurt or hurting someone else. Why don’t you change out and rest or see Hacker. You can rejoin us at weights this evening.” It may have seemed to be a question but there was a finality to Vlatko’s words, implying that he wasn’t about to take no for an answer.

In response, Y/N simply nodded and trudged off to the locker room where she grabbed her bag and didn’t even bother to change. With a halfhearted wave to her concerned teammates, she loaded herself into the van and let the staffer drive her back to the hotel. While the suggestion of going to see the team’s psychologist still stood, Y/N was certain she’d much rather prefer the comfort of her hotel bed than the judgemental eyes of Hacker.

And that’s where she stayed, once again cocooned in her blankets and hiding from the outside world.

It’s only for a little bit, I just need a break, was what she told herself. It’s also what she told her troubled teammates as they slowly filtered back from the field, peaking their heads in to check on her. One by one they all did this, peaking in to see how she was holding up.

All of them but one.

She wasn’t going to say that it bothered her, but it did. Of course it did. How could it not? Tobin was one of her best friends and checking up on her would be the best friend thing to do, right?

Coincidentally, that was the same argument Tobin was having in her head as she stood outside of room 117.

Though, her argument was more: could she control herself not to say or do something stupid while checking up on Y/N, the girl who is supposed to only be her close friend and teammate, when they’re there in her hotel room alone.

The simple answer was no. Ever since the incident in the closet, ironically enough Tobin thought, the two girls had avoided each other like the plague as they attempted to tackle dealing with everything going on. Though, in truth, Tobin didn’t want to ignore her teammate. She missed her smile, her laugh, and everything else about her that had molded her to grow into the star that she was.

But that was the real problem, wasn’t it? Everything Tobin loved about Y/N were the same traits that made it impossible to get a hand on her. Those traits that she loved like her contagious laughter and smiles, her focus and ambition, her drive to be the best that she could be but never pushing down anyone in her way. She was perfectly convinced that these traits were everything that the world had come to see and idolize her for as well, putting her on a pedestal that was far beyond Tobin’s reach.

Because even if by some chance she was gay and liked Tobin, Y/N was the football worlds Little Miss Perfect and there was no way she would risk that title for someone like Tobin. Right?

So, friends it is.

And friends check on friends.

So Tobin knocked.

She figured it would be unlocked, that after a day of being pestered by her teammates, Y/N would have just left the door open so that they could come and go. But it wasn’t.

The door was locked and there was knocking, which meant an emotionally exhausted Y/N was forced to find her footing and open it. When she did, she wished she could close it.

Standing eye to eye with Tobin Powell Heath was perhaps one of the most terrifying things a human being could experience.

When you add the fact that Y/N fully knew she looked as though she had been run over by a bus, this experience somehow became scarier. She had no fancy clothes or makeup to shield her from Tobin’s pensive stares or a USWNT crest on her chest to boost her ever shaking confidence.

Standing in that doorway, it was just Y/N and Tobin.

“Hey…” Tobin muttered, somehow daring to be the first to break the silence between the two.

“Hi.” Y/N whispered in response as she slowly stepped aside to open the door wider, a silent invitation for the forward to enter the room

The tense silence ensued as the pair both crossed into the room, the only interruption being the soft click as the hotel door locked back into place behind them.

“I’m sorry.” Tobin finally managed, standing with her back against the wall and crossing her arms in close to her chest. Y/N took a moment to observe the pose as it felt unusual for her to see Tobin so tense and lacking her regular chilled expressions. Unknowingly to her though, Tobin was taking this silence as a moment to do the same, watching closely as Y/N settled herself onto the edge of the bed, her small frame practically swallowed by the large, thin cotton shirt she had certainly stolen from Sam’s suitcase.

“Oh it’s fine, I’m feeling much better now. I just haven’t been sleeping well and really needed to be up here and rest.” If the forward wasn’t easily fooled by Y/N’s dismissive response or her tight lipped smile, the way that she couldn’t bring herself to look up into Tobin’s eyes completely gave her away.

“That’s not what I’m talking about.” Y/N’s gaze flitted upwards now, a small storm of panic flashing in her eyes as Tobin spoke.

Did they really want to go there right now?

“I know everything from the other night must have confused you and it didn’t mean anything-” Crack.

Apparently so.

“-but it was just a game and Kelley is stupid so like don’t worry about it. I mean, if you need to keep avoiding me-”

“Shut up, Tobin.” Y/N”s voice barely reached above a whisper, not nearly loud enough to interrupt Tobin’s continuous rambling.

“-because you’re disgusted or whatever so like it’s fine if-”

“Tobin.” Still soft.

“And I can just give you space or whatever you need so yo-”

“Tobin!” This time, Tobin stops. Now standing mere feet away from Tobin and looking, well, frustrated, Y/N stood within reach of the forward who currently resembled a deer in headlights.

“For the love of God, please shut up.” Y/N sighed, pinching at the bridge of her nose in frustration.

“I-I’m sorry, I’ll just g-”

“No!” In a flash, Y/N reached out and snatched Tobin’s wrist before she could fully turn to walk away.

“No, no. It’s just, God, I’m sorry.” Releasing the other woman’s wrist, she stepped back slowly, shakily.

“What? What for?” Tobin was rubbing her sore wrist, ignoring the tingling heat that spread up her arm from the touch, while fixing Y/N with a questioning look. Hadn’t she been the one who came in here to apologize? Why was it that she was the one saying sorry instead?

“Just, everything I guess? I shouldn’t have pushed you to play that night or gone to the closet with you or, yeah. Yeah.” Her back was to Tobin now, not wanting her to see her face as it was taking everything she had just to hold back the tears she knew were threatening to choke her up.

“Hey, no, it’s okay. What’s that thing Kelley always says, it takes two to tango or whatever?” Y/N couldn’t help but snort at how on brand the comment was. In such a tense moment, leave it to Tobin to awkwardly quote one of their stupid teammates because she couldn’t find her own words.

“Yeah, that’s it.”

“See, it’s okay. So if you need to keep avoiding me than I understand that because I know you need space because you’re disgusted by m-”

“Wait, what?” Interrupting Tobin seemed to be a theme now as Y/N spun on her heels to face the woman, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“I said I understand that you need space?” Tobin repeated, not quite getting the confusion of her words.

“No, not that. The other part, about being d…” She trailed off, not quite liking the taste of the word in her mouth.

“Disgusted? The part about you being disgusted by me?” A look of dismay washed over Y/N’s face and Tobin was rather taken aback by the glint of sadness that flashed in her eyes.

“You think that I’m disgusted by you now, Tobes?” The nickname rolled sweetly off her tongue and straight to Tobin’s heart. Everything in Y/N’s body was screaming at her. How could she do this? How could she make her favorite person in the entire world think that she was disgusted by her?

“I mean, yeah? I figured since we kissed and you avoided me like the plague after that you just wanted nothing to do with me.” Tobin admitted, her gaze falling down to her hands where she anxiously twisted at her rings.

Then, much to Tobins surprise, Y/N laughed. It wasn’t her normal laugh, the full bellied cackle that the team had gotten so used to hearing echo across the pitch, nor was it her interview laugh, the kind that held an air of politeness and rang like little silver bells. This laugh was something that could only be described as rueful.

“I could never be disgusted by you.” It was Tobin’s turn to now look at Y/N in confusion, and if Y/N wasn’t so close to tears she probably would’ve laughed at the way Tobs tilted her head like a little puppy. Tobin though, was deeply perplexed. She reasoned with herself that perhaps she hadn’t heard her right, as the other woman’s voice had once again become just the shadow of a whisper.

“What?” Another rueful chuckle came from Y/N now as she finally removed her eyes from the floor and looked up into Tobin’s, stripping back any boundary of emotion left standing between the two.

“I said that I could never be disgusted with you. Maybe with myself, but never with you.” Tobin’s confusion softened, whether it was her words or their closeness, she couldn’t be sure.

“But, you’ve been avoiding me ever since… wait, disgusted with yourself?” The corner of Y/N’s lips ticked up ever so slightly, finding herself somewhat amused that Tobin would think that her avoidance was at all her fault.

“I have been, and I’m sorry for that. It wasn’t your fault, the avoidance I mean, that was on me because honestly I was disgusted with myself and everything I was feeling, I guess?” The admittance came out rather sloppily, Y/N’s words hardly stitching themselves together into coherent sentences.

“Feelings?” Tobin’s voice was the soft one now, barely daring to question what she thought she was hearing.

“Yeah, feelings. I mean, I’m this football golden girl who has always done everything for her love of soccer and now suddenly I can’t even trust myself to be close to my best friend? I think that warrants a little disgust.” Y/N sounded somewhere between defeated and distraught.

“Why couldn’t you trust yourself to be close to me?” Tobin echoed her friends last sentence, her voice nothing but a low rasp and she took a step away from the wall and further into her friend’s space, eyes full of concern and… something more.

“Because,” Y/N swallowed harshly as Tobin stepped closer, somehow noting that behind her legs was the end of her bed and that she was practically pinned in her current position.

“Because I can’t trust myself. I meant what I said in that closet, Tobin. I love everything that football has given to me and I am so thankful for my platform but I am so sick of these expectations.” Tobin was nearly toe to toe with her now and Y/N was holding solid eye contact as she talked, sputtering out her sentences as her breathing turned shallow.

“I meant what I said too, it’s amazing how you are who you are but…” At this point, the two were close enough now that their bodies were nearly pressed together and Y/N could hardly keep her knees from giving out.

“…if you don’t want to follow their expectations,” Tobin’s hands were on Y/N hips now, her thumbs gently brushing over her hipbone as the rest of her fingertips dug gently into her barely covered skin.

“Don’t.”

Without another word, Y/N’s hand grasped the front of Tobin’s shirt and pulled her in so harshly that their chests collided and Y/N’s knees gave way, causing both women to collapse to the bed beneath them. Their bodies seamlessly fit together as their lips met for the second time. Unlike the kiss in the closet, this kiss wasn’t based in lust or in need, but in passion. Moving together, the pair continued this kiss until Y/N’s head was spinning, though she wasn’t sure if it was from the forwards touch or the lack of oxygen. Tobin certainly felt it too as she reluctantly pulled away, biting softly on Y/N’s bottom lip before finally letting go, causing a soft whine to come from the girl beneath her.

But in that moment, with Tobin hovering above her with swollen lips and her hazel eyes staring down at her softly, Y/N decided that if loving someone is never worth it when your little miss perfect, that maybe she needed to find a new title.

Because Tobin Heath? Tobin Heath was worth it.

i swear to every god that exists i do not know what drugs i was on when i was writing this but this is so long and such a damn piece of work. hope you liked it and managed to get to the end oops?

#tobin heath imagine #tobin heath x reader #uswnt imagine #woso imagine #uswnt fanfic

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the-alice-of-hearts · 1 year

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the concept of angel!jason/demon!tim has been living rent free in my head since i saw your post about it, & i just wanted to say thanks xD

Whoops just saw this.

You're welcome!

I am obsessed with it and want to work on it next because I love the idea of writing them as kids, and just exploring more touch-starved Tim becoming Robin.

If you are interested I have actually explored the concept some in my no capes college au for them. here that's the series, mind the ratings on the individual fics, some are explicit.

in honor of I have thoughts and you prompted them:

Tim shivered and looked around the large ballroom of the museum. His parents expected him to be good tonight, but it was hard when he was so lightheaded. They had fired another one of his nannies so he had been alone all week. The books his mother had given him said he should be able to go longer without attention, but he was beginning to think that they were wrong. His father steered him toward another couple who were dying to get their attention and introduced him to them. "This is of course my son Timothy," Tim looked up and shook the man's hand and then kept his head down. The grownups were going to be talking for a while, so he had time to watch others. When he got the chance to slip away from his father and the business associate he took it and quickly got out of the main hall.

Jason sighed and rolled his eyes. Dick was talking to one of the girls his age and she seemed to be enthralled by the Djin act he was keeping up. Jason was just bored, and he wanted out of the stupid suit. His wings were molting so everything was itchy and he just wanted to go home and take a hot bath. Unfortunately, he was stuck here. Bruce was putting on his 'Brucie Wayne' act and Dick was ignoring him so he decided to slip away. He had gotten out of the main hall and was slipping down one of the side hallways on the way to the star exhibit when he heard someone else's footsteps. Jason pressed himself against the wall and looked around the corner. There was a kid who looked a few years younger than him walking down the hall humming to himself. Jason stepped around the corner and smiled. Maybe he and the kid could ditch together.

"Hey," he called out.

The kid spun around but tripped over the air and fell onto the ground with a loud thud. Jason ran over and knelt down.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!" He reached out and pulled the kid up slowly. "Are you okay?"

The kid's eyes fluttered open. "Sorry, I think I fainted."

Jason looked him over. "Whoa, you don't look too hot. Should we find your parents?"

"No!" There was a flash of fear on the kid's face. "It's nothing. I'm fine, don't bother them."

"You tripped over nothing and passed out." Jason raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't spell fine to me."

The kid mumbled something in return, looking away from him.

"What was that?" Jason asked, tilting his head.

"I said, I'm just a little touch starved. I'll be fine."

Jason blinked and really looked at the kid for a moment and then sighed. "Oh," he breathed out.

"I should go." The kid pulled away from him but Jason didn't let go.

"You're gonna pass out and hurt yourself if you don't feed, kid," Jason reasoned.

"I'll be fine." He pulled again.

"Feed on me. I have the energy. Besides, I'm not gonna let some baby incubus die in the museum." Jason offered. He hadn't seen an incubus since he had been living on the street, but this kid clearly wasn't in any shape to be looking out for himself, and Jason was full of raw energy.

"I'm not an incubus." The kid responded, glaring at him. "This wouldn't be a problem if I were an incubus."

"You said you're touch starved?"

"I'm a succubus." The kid mumbled.

"Oh..." Jason looked at him again. "Well, how do I feed you?"

The kid looked at him with wide eyes. "I'm not gonna feed from some stranger!"

Jason smiled. "Well, I'm Jason Todd, what's your name?"

"Tim Drake."

"There, we aren't strangers anymore, and I don't want you to starve here. So, how do I feed you?" Jason tilted his head trying to be as noncombative as possible.

Tim blushed and looked away again. "Just, uh, hug me?"

"I can do that." Jason pulled him into a hug and Tim buried his face in the crook of Jason's neck.

"You're sure?" he whispered.

"Absolutely. I have more than enough energy, just don't bleed me dry." Jason laughed holding Tim tight.

"Okay," he whispered again, and then Jason felt the pull on his energy. Slowly Tim stopped shaking and then the pull was gone. Tim pulled back to look at Jason in awe. "You're amazing."

"You look a lot better." Jason couldn't help himself and he leaned in and kissed Tim on the forehead. "How are you feeling?"

"A lot better." Tim giggled.

"Jay!" Dick's voice came from the entrance to the hall. "There you are!"

Jason looked over and Tim scrambled to get out of his lap. "Sorry."

"What is it Dick head?" Jason asked, standing up.

"B was looking for you. It's time to go." Dick looked between them and tilted his head.

"Hello." Tim gave a shaky smile and Dick beamed at him.

"Are you a friend of Jason's?" He asked.

Tim looked at him and he smiled and nodded. "Y-yeah. We're friends. I'm Tim."

Dick laughed. "Well good, Jay needs some better friends."

"Shut up." Jason rolled his eyes and turned back to Tim. "Call me sometime okay?" He pulled out a pen and grabbed Tim's arm.

Tim smiled as he finished writing his number on his hand. "I will. See you later! Thank you again!"

Jason pulled him into another hug and then turned to follow Dick.

"Soooo, someone made a friend?" Dick asked.

"Shut up," Jason growled.

#jaytim #my writing #I hope you like it!!#I ran out of where I was going so I'm ending it there #but I just like the idea of touch starved Tim getting to cuddle with Jason #Tim is freaking out because he just fed on ROBIN #and like ahhhh that's a once in a lifetime opportunity #but Robin also gave him his cell number!!!#so maybe it isn't!!!

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utterlyinevitable · 11 months

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I saw these really great prompts by @choiceschallenge-may2023 and got real inspired to answer these for my non-oph/choices mc’s that currently live rent-free in my head 😶‍🌫️ infinite thanks for coming up with these!

Penelope Featherington (Bridgerton modern au - x Colin)

Detective Emma Gunstone (The Wayhaven Chronicles - x Mason)

Detective Gwen Sousa (The Wayhaven Chronicles - x Adam)

First Kiss

Pen: George Townsend. She was 16 and it was a dare. It didn’t last more than seven seconds and both their lips were pulled tight.

Emma: Anthony Acaster. Prom. Too much tongue and he must’ve taken a sour altoid beforehand.

Gwen Sousa (my tiny new detective): Bobby.

Dream School

Pen: Cambridge. She was waitlisted, but her family couldn't afford it anyway. Even if she was a legacy.

Emma: Anywhere far from Wayhaven. But when the time came she got a basic degree in the Big City and chose the academy instead of a further education.

Gwen: Big City University. She wanted to stay close to home, just in case. She was planning on getting a masters in political science part time whilst working at the station but then the supernatural world just had to consume her life...

Dream Job

Pen: Published author, ofc. Even though she tells everyone she wants to be an editor. Hiding her biggest aspiration makes her feel like her spoken dreams are actually attainable.

Emma: Well, it seems she's living it. Even if this isn't what she thought being a detective would be.

Gwen: Politician. She had dreams of working her way through the civil service and become mayor.

Dream Vacation

Pen: She lived it. She got to travel the med by boat (with Colin). The only thing that could have topped it would have been visiting elephants in Thailand.

Emma: A cabin in the woods and it's raining the whole time. Or a glass hotel in the arctic circle to see the northern lights.

Gwen: Any beach with soft sand.

Last Goodbye

Pen: Leaving home had no fanfare or even much of a goodbye. Her mother wasn’t even around the fat Pen left for uni and neither were her older sisters. So she had an emotional moment with the home she’s live in the past decade. She hasn’t been back since.

Emma: Splitting with Bobby was her most satisfying goodbye.

Gwen: the death of her granddaddy will forever be on her mind. It came slow and she got time to say goodbye but even then it didn’t feel like enough.

Hardest Goodbye

Pen: Ghosting Colin. Having to pretend like all was okay between them before decidedly blocking him tore her to bits.

Emma: Splitting with Verda after he finds out about UB/supernatural's and wants nothing to do with this situation. (He comes around because of Eric’s persistence but MONTHS later)

Gwen: Her grandaddy.

First & Last Love Before RO

Pen: she's only ever loved Colin, romantically that is. But maybe her friendship with Eloise has always been her biggest love.

Emma: .....Bobby.... she's only done love once and regrets it. Now she knows it was never actually love at all.

Gwen: Bobby. They were practically high school sweethearts.

First Job

Pen: she babysat the neighborhood terrors. her first actual job was at Waterstones.

Emma: Bagger in the wayhaven mart

Gwen: never had a job before being a policewoman

Home(s)

Pen: Went from living in Knightsbridge to Norwich (uni) to Birmingham (work) then a quick stint in Edinburgh (work / ghost duties) and then unfortunately having to move back to Knightsbridge

Emma: Rebecca's house. The only person around was her elderly neighbor after her grandma died when she was 11. She moved to the City for two years to get her associates degree, then rented the apartment she lives in now. She did seriously consider moving into the warehouse but... it's not a good idea.

Gwen: With her grandparents. Gran passed when she was 17 and (Grand)Daddy when she was 28. They left their house to her but she couldn't live in it just yet, so she rents it out. She lived in a small apartment in the City, then with Bobby in the City, and now her current place.

An Old Friend/Love That Affects them the most

Pen: Eloise. She can handle Colin - has for years - but nothing could prepare her for facing Eloise after all this time and drama, and Pen has purposefully run away so she never would.

Emma: Bobby. She hates him. Wants to tear his face off. Would let Mason do it too if it wasn’t for all the paperwork involved.

Gwen: She really can't stand the mayor, though they're not anything but colleagues. She's made her peace with Bobby even if she tries to be civil and ignore his existence. The people of wayhaven to this day don't understand why... or maybe they're hoping for entertainment in the drama between B&G.

Marriage?

Pen: She’s not getting her hopes up. There’s a mix of emotions in regards to marriage and relationships and she just thinks it’s better if she doesn’t even entertain the idea.

Emma: Absolutely not.

Gwen: Yes. She wants it all.

Babies?

Pen: she'd like them but doesn't think it's in the cards for her. not in this economy.

Emma: no. never.

Gwen: she wants the white picket fence dream. maybe with her connections at the agency they'll freeze her eggs for free......

An event that's stayed with them (twc pre-agency)

Pen: she could never forget new years eve when she was sixteen.

Emma: she went to a festival in a field and it was transcendent. the noise, the people, the comradery. even security was vibin'.

Gwen: her sweet 16th. it wasn't much of a big affair but her grandparents did what they could and she will cherish the dance with both her grandparents for the rest of her life. as well as the speech. she cries thinking of it still.

Relationship with parents

Pen: Her father is a crook and a drunk and up ended all theirs lives when she was young, but as the only ‘good’ daughter Pen kept in contact with the only man she ever knew to love. Her mother is condescending and stretched thin and never pays much attention to her youngest daughter save for handing out critiques.

Emma: Vaguely remembers her dad as he died when she was a toddler. Rebecca was never there and Emma resents her hard for it.

Gwen: Doesn’t know her dad at all, and although she respects Rebecca and Gwen chooses to forgive and forget that she was never there growing up. Her grandparents were more her parents than Rebecca and Rook.

Childhood memento they keep close

Pen: She has a stuffed elephant that she’s had since she was a youngin’ and lives in a box in her closet.

Emma: The only thing from her childhood she still has is a few pieces of jewelry.

Gwen: A box full of scrapbooks her grandparents and she made.

Piece of meaningful jewelry

Pen: Portia sold anything remotely of value ages ago. Pen still has the braided bracelets she and Eloise made for each other one summer in their youth.

Emma: Has a gold necklace she wears every day, she’s had it for longer than she can remember. She likes to think it was an heirloom from Rook’s side of the family. If Rebecca ever owned up to giving it to her Emma has a feeling she’d never wear it again - and just the thought of never wearing it again feels like losing an extension of herself. So very complicated.

Gwen: The pair of diamond earrings and her grandparents wedding rings.

Won any awards?

Pen: No, Penelope is painfully average and prefers to fly under the radar.

Emma: She received an award for service from the station a few months before they promoted her.

Gwen: Always. She won scholarships and scholarly contests in school, employee of the month seven times at the station too.

Texts, Calls, Emails or Snail Mail?

Pen: Emails.

Emma: Texts.

Gwen: Calls, though she appreciates the thought behind penning a letter.

#polin #twc #meet my detective

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deiliamedlini · 2 years

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Happy 300 followers!! 🥳 first of all, I would like you to know that every single time I have sent you an ask, you have been so sweet!! You give off such good vibes! 💚 and your writing??? Omg?? It is SO GOOD like *chef's kiss* lol you're one of my favorite zelink writers, a treasure to this fandom, and you deserve many more followers!! Now, if I may 😂 I have this idea living in my mind rent free for ages: how about some zelink, modern AU, famous actor or singer!Link heavily flirting with hyrule's princess on live television. I hope it is not too specific? 😅

DO YOU KNOW WHO'S THE WORST? ME! I had this half done forever and then that's when I conveniently hit my writer's block! BUT I FINISHED IT! It's not quite what I had initially envisioned, but I wanted to make sure I got this done while my brain was working !! THANK YOU FOR THE PROMPT AND i"M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG

Also on AO3 if that's easier to read! (Some suggestive themes ahead but nothing crazy)

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There was a moment when the jacuzzi jet stream hit Link’s sore muscles just the right way that he let out a sigh and sank deeper into the warm bathtub. Suds covered his mouth, and he blew them away with a small huff and ran his hands through his scraggly hair.

It was his first night actually at the hotel in… gods, it had to be a week. Night shoots and hours of being on set had left him exhausted, sleeping in his trailer, staying at friend’s rooms who were closer to the studio where they filmed The Twilight Realm, a popular television show that he was the male lead in.

If it weren’t a safety hazard, he’d have fallen asleep right in this bathtub.

Still, he couldn’t escape. His mind wasn’t blissfully empty; it was filled with pages after pages of memorized lines from his script. His ears still rang with the explosions from their pyro work on an exploding bridge today. His eyes burned from exhaustion and smoke and lights.

And still, tomorrow, he had a charity gala to attend.

A long yawn escaped him, and he grabbed the bath pillow and a glass of wine from the closed toilet seat and leaned back, trying to de-stress.

But it was a little difficult when that charity gala would be attended by none other than the Princess Zelda of Hyrule herself.

With a rueful look at his wine, he set the glass by the sink, tossed the pillow out of reach, and forced himself up, watching the water spiral down the drain almost hypnotically.

Only when it was all gone did he towel off, and throw himself onto the bed, passing out before he could even pull the comforter up.

The next thing he heard was a voice.

“Link, let’s go you’re going to be— OH! Link! What?”

His eyes creeped open at the familiar shriek of his best friend and cast mate, Midna. She flipped her red hair over her shoulder and pulled a pillow from under his head, letting him fall with a thud, before firmly setting the pillow on his lower waist. “I didn’t need to see this.”

“What? What’s even happening?”

“Do you know how late you are?” Midna chided, grabbing one of his suits off the hanger. “Get dressed.”

Finally, his eyes blinked open and he saw Midna leaving the room in a shimmering black gown.

A black gown.

The gala.

“Shit!” Link hissed, tossing the pillow off of him. There was a draft, and he chuckled seeing that in his exhaustion, he’d forgotten to put anything on. “Sorry, Mid!”

“Yeah, not like I haven’t seen your dumb ass before on set!”

Link slid a pair of sweatpants on so he could cross the room to return to the bathroom. Midna was pounding on his couch on her phone.

“Well,” Link scoffed. “It’s less embarrassing when I’m wearing a modesty sock, so I’m still sorry.”

“Accepted,” she sighed wearily.

Midna and Link had gone on one date before realizing their chemistry was solely on set and as friends, and since the popularity of the The Twilight Realm blew up to extreme proportions in season 2, he was so grateful to have Midna with him every step of the way. Even now, while filming season 4, the level of fame he had was still so wild to him. Grocery shopping in peace was a thing of the past and it was all online orders and deliveries if he wanted to have a day without feeling the flash of a camera in his eyes.

Link cleaned his face in the sink a bit haphazardly, leaving red marks everywhere before sighing at his reflection. Baggy circles under his eyes, tousled hair. He looked a wreck. But still, he brushed his teeth and returned to his room, dutifully donning the pressed suit and expertly knotting his tie before combing his hair out. In the limo would be their stylists to fix their hair and makeup before the red carpet, so he left it as it was.

“Look okay?” Link asked, coming out of his room with his arms wide to show his outfit off.

“Yes, sure, you look great. Come on, Beedle texted. They’re waiting outside.”

“Alright,” he muttered, fixing his cuffs as he grabbed his things back off the table. Nothing was ever put away. Nothing ever had to be. It wasn’t like he’d stay here long before needing to go to a new filming location anyway.

Flashing lights, bulbs so bright his vision became tinged with blinding stars blocking out his vision.

He was used to this. It was hardly his first red carpet, and with his hand firmly against the skin of Midna’s back, he felt grounded, despite his lagging tiredness and barely functioning mind.

Face slack so he wouldn’t strain his jaw from smiling, he posed as perfectly as he’d been taught. His hair flipped in the way that had the internet swooning. He tilted his head in the way that won him “Sexiest Man in Hyrule” two years in a row.

He played yet another part of his to absolute perfection.

Little did they know that the famous actor struggled with back pain, crowds, and—thanks to the list of his ‘accolades’— several self-conscious body image issues.

At the table, food was served, and he politely excused himself when he’d finished the two vegetable portions from the food that was on his approved diet plan for his role on The Twilight Realm, and instead took his checkbook around, dropping checks off to a few people that he and his financial adviser had already written out in advance.

It was all so… normal.

When the plates were cleared away, he grabbed a merlot off a passing tray and skulked to the corner.

“Did you eat enough to drink that?” Midna asked, leaning beside him.

Link shrugged and took another sip. He had, but he certainly couldn’t wait to go back to the hotel and order something he actually could eat.

“See the Princess?” he asked, watching the blonde Princess Zelda of Hyrule daintily savoring a glass from her table, surrounded by armed guards and looking about as miserable as he felt.

“I do see her. No photography allowed in here,”she muttered, watching Zelda set her glass down to stand and wander, trailed by her guards. “How the facades fall when the public stops watching.”

“They’re always watching,” he scoffed, looking around to see a set of eyes of a gossiping group watching him and Midna as they conversed. Anxiously, he took a swig of the remainder of his drink and set it down, already looking for another.

The need to drop his mask for just a moment overwhelmed him, and he gave Midna a kiss on the cheek. “I need air. You okay if I ditch for a bit?”

“Oh, of course. Go! I have mingling to do anyway!”

“Thanks. You’re the best.”

“Tell me something I don’t already know.”

He winked before undoing the buttons on his tux and heading into the hallway. Security nodded at him as he passed, and he carefully moved past another set of suits who stood at the door to the terrace.

It was surprisingly empty. He expected it to be filled with any guests needing an escape or air, but he paid it no mind, preferring the quiet solitude he was so often denied as opposed to idle chatter.

With a relieved sigh, he threw himself down onto one of the outdoor sofas near a maintained firepit and groaned, closing his eyes in relief.

“Oh!”

“Shit!” he hissed, sitting up with a speed that would have called for a stunt double. Especially when his leg knocked against the flames of the fire, warming him with a far-too-close call, but nothing else. He swore before hopping away, brushing at his pant leg, looking up to see the last person he expected.

Princess Zelda of Hyrule.

His eyes bugged out. He’d just sworn and nearly fell into a fire in front of the princess.

Idiot.

Bowing low, he tried to shake off his nerves. “Princess!”

And then he saw her. Princess Zelda of Hyrule was watching him with a surprised look on her face from just behind a pillar where she leaned out against a railing. Her gown was long, the train was gorgeous. The embellishments alone cost more than Link’s paycheck, and he was well-paid. Long blonde hair cascaded down her back, still neatly styled with pins in an effortless look that had probably taken an hour. And her eyes; verdant greens alight with curiosity had him rapt immediately. The cameras really did lie: she was far more gorgeous up close and in person, and she was already beautiful on tv.

“I-I’m sorry, I thought I was alone out here,” he managed, rising from his bow just enough to catch the hint of a smile touch her lips before it disappeared almost naturally.

“How did you get past my bodyguards?”

“Your…?” he looked behind him, confused. “I…”

“Nevermind, it’s okay.” Her brows peaked. “Oh! You’re Link Faron! Wow! Um, hello! It’s nice to meet you.”

Shaking his head, it was almost unfathomable that the princess knew who he was. Not unreasonable, given the show’s popularity, but it was hard to wrap his head around. “No, the pleasure is all mine, Princess.”

“The Twilight Realm is one of my favorite shows. I’m… just a little star-struck.”

“Is it?”

“Yes, that, Into the Wild and—”

She cut herself off, her face flushing a bright red as she covered her mouth with a delicate hand, attempting covertness but failing.

“And?”

Her eyes glistened as she turned her head towards him, watching his deliberate steps. She'd already outed herself as a fan of not only him, but two shows when he'd showed everything off. His own face was red as he waited.

"The Bodyguard."

He bit his lip as he tried not to chuckle. A more serious role... where he'd fallen in love with the Princess he was protecting. A limited series with more sex scenes than the four seasons of Into the Wild combined.

"Our Princess has a type of show, it seems."

"And you have a type of role. It's not my fault you're a good actor."

He snorted, leaning beside her. "They don't hire me for my skill. They hire me for my ass."

"Well, who can blame them on that front at least," she muttered.

And then, eyes bugged once again, she clasped her hand over her mouth.

Link beamed at her, embarrassment and humor sending him onto a high. "Oh?"

"You'd think years of practice would afford me some grace, but I've simply fallen apart in the mere presence of you," Zelda laughed anxiously. "My apologies for that comment. It was crass and simply slipped from my tongue before I could stop myself!"

Link ran a hand through his hair and focused on her shoulder. A fine spattering of freckles caught his eye for far longer than he'd intended it to before it drifted to the strap that thinly drew more attention. And it was red. A pop of color that matched her lips, which he was dying in his attempts to avoid looking. "It's okay. I'm quite comfortable with the topic at this point. It's the modesty sock conversations that will still make me blush."

Zelda's brow scrunched, and he regretted his words immediately. Gods, had he just brought that up to the Princess?

And then, it got worse.

"A what? Socks?"

He licked dry lips. "Oh, just... it's... it's kind of like a sock that you use... to... well... it's... it's not a sock. But you use it for... modesty." He glanced at her confusion and tugged on his bowtie to loosen it. "You put it on during sex scenes and nude scenes."

Zelda's eyes, for the third time, widened. "Oh! Oh, gods, I didn't know!"

"Did you just think we wandered around bare-assed, hanging out?"

"Yes!" she laughed, running her hands through her hair. "I always just thought you were very confident in yourself."

"Hardly!"

"Really?" she asked skeptically. "With the way you look?"

"Would you strut around set with nothing on, Princess? For one as gorgeous as yourself, it would surely be easy."

Gods and godesses, why would he put that image in his mind. Why would he say that to a royal? What creature was possessing him?

"Mr. Faron--"

"Link."

"Link," she smirked, "You're far more amusing than you let on in pictures and interviews."

"Far more nervous, Princess. When I've imagined speaking to you, it was never about my full frontal nudity clause."

"Please, Zelda is fine. We've reached a level of personal conversation, at this point, that I believe you're allowed my first name. And for that matter, you think of me often?"

He let himself relax a bit. There was a comfort in knowing that the Princess of Hyrule was willing to flirt with him, even knowing what a wreck he was. He was able to pull from his stores of acting skills to play it cool, leaning against the railing a bit, stretching out. Reveling in her eyes taking a spin along him. It gave him a moment to swallow his nerves.

"Who hasn't thought of the Princess?"

"And who hasn't thought of Link Faron?"

"You?"

Zelda scoffed. "Oh, please! We've already accidentally established that you're my celebrity crush. How much more obvious could I get?"

"For what it's worth, Zelda, you've always been mine." He relished her name on his tongue, and couldn't stop himself from letting his knuckles graze against her skin as he pushed a piece of golden hair behind her ear, letting his hand linger and touch for far too long.

"I'm sorry," he said, stepping away. "I've taken up your private time with far too much self indulgence. I'll let you go."

"Wait!" she said, grabbing his hand. "I'm enjoying your presence, unlike all the donation seekers in there. Stay."

"Is that a command?"

For a moment, she considered, and a wry smile worked over her face as she watched him already inching back towards her. "Yes."

"Then how am I to disobey?"

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Link hadn't even had time to register the light through his window when Midna threw herself onto him, whacking his arm excitedly.

He sprung up, looking around frantically. "What?!"

"You dog!"

"What?"

"Gods, you sleep in too often! Get up!"

He barely blinked in time to see her ponytail bobbing on her head, her sweatpants and sweatshirt hanging loosely over her. Exactly the opposite of the glamor she donned the night before.

Link grumbled, rolling out of bed in his boxers, rubbing at his eyes as he followed her to see what the fuss was about so he could roll back into bed.

"--and the Princess were seen getting extremely close last night. In exclusive footage, we can see 'The Twilight Realm' actor putting his skills to work on our future monarch, seducing her as much as she seemed to entrance him. Was it wine? Or do we have a new royal wedding to look forward to?"

The clip of him and Princess Zelda by the fire, him pushing her hair behind her hair, them laughing, even later in the evening when she'd grabbed his hand and he hadn't pulled away, and later when they'd moved to sit closer to the firepit and he'd given her his jacket. All of it aired.

"Oh, shit. They didn't get..."

He trailed off as the next clip was Zelda's tender goodbye kiss on his cheek hours later.

"Shit."

Midna watched him sit down, numb. "Link, can you call your girlfriend?"

His phone rang on cue. His agent.

Link toyed with the phone, his eyes on the screen watching the clip replay of her kiss. He could still feel the phantom tenderness of her lips on his cheek, hear the ring of her laugh, the lines of her discontentment on her forehead as they talked about their interests, their lives.

And he realized that, regardless of what he was about to hear, he regretted none of it.

#asks #legend of zelda #link #zelda #zelink #loz #writing #prompt request #modern au #actor!link #midna #THANK YOU IM SORRY FOR THE WAIT

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Last flash fiction prompt for the evening! @jesperr-fahey requested something with Frenchie and Jim being pals. I absolutely adore the two of them, so thank you so much for this prompt!! This was also inspired by @strawberrypirates ‘ art of Jim and Frenchie being sneaky, which is my absolute favourite and has lived in my brain rent free since I saw it, you should all go look at it here.

Tw for alcohol and a tiny bit of angst.

“This is a terrible plan,” Jim breathed, hiding behind a crate and scanning the dark deck. “We’re so going to get caught.”

“It’s a great plan,” Frenchie whispered, crouching right behind them. “And what’s the worst that they’ll do if they catch us?”

“Flog us,” Jim muttered. “Keelhaul us. Izzy’s been threatening to hang someone up by their toes –“

“Right. Which is exactly why we need to do this in the first place. We need a break, or the next time Jizzy Izzy threatens someone you’ll try stabbing him. Again.”

Jim exhaled. He wasn’t wrong. They were wound tight, and they needed a break. And really – it wasn’t the worst plan. And it was already half done, wasn’t it? They’d already snuck into the hold and stolen a bottle of rum, which was tucked deep in one of Frenchie’s pockets. Now they just had to make their way up to the crow’s nest, and they’d be golden.

“Dios. Fine. C’mon.”

They slipped across the deck, ducking behind the mast just as Ivan started to turn their way. Reached behind them, tangled their hand in Frenchie’s coat, and dragged him along with them. He pressed in beside them, freezing, listening for any sound that Ivan had seen them –

Nothing. Total quiet.

Good. Jim breathed. They let go of Frenchie’s coat, then slowly poked their head out around the mast, squinting to see where Ivan was in the darkness. A hand landed on their shoulder, Frenchie leaning over them to do the same.

“Tall bastard,” Jim muttered under their breath.

“Don’t be jealous, babe,” Frenchie whispered back, grin audible in his voice, “someday you’ll grow tall too –“

Jim elbowed him in the side. The wheeze he tried to smother was totally worth the risk.

Across the deck, Ivan turned his back on them, and started walking away. They tracked him across the deck, into the corridor leading to the captain’s quarters –

“¡Ve! Ve! Ve!” Jim whispered, waving their hand in the universal motion for ‘go’. “He’s gone, go –“

Frenchie slipped around them, stealthily running for the nearest rigging. Jim was right behind, holding it steady as he started to climb, then scampering up after him. They were both good at this, light and quick and so very fast. There was no wind tonight, and it was easy, clambering up and up and up until they could haul themself into the crow’s nest, collapse beside Frenchie and try and hold in their laughter.

It felt good, sneaking, hiding, getting away with shit. Fuck, this was fun.

Frenchie’s grin was bright in the moonlight, feet stretching across the crow’s nest to press against the wooden boards at Jim’s side. Jim did the same, pressing their spine into the wood behind them, letting themself stretch and slouch into something that felt so safe and secure that they never wanted to leave. They were so high above the ship, so high above the world, just the stars and the moon and their friend to keep them company. No one could find them up here, no one could curse them out or remind them of their missing friends or how much they had failed them –

Frenchie nudged their ribs with one foot. Jim’s gaze snapped to him, only then realizing the way their breathing was quickening, the way their hands clenched into fists. They exhaled. Forced their hands to unclench. Took the bottle when he held it out.

The rum burned going down, a cleansing fire, centering them back to this moment. To the wind, the stars, and Frenchie.This had been fun. This was fun. They could let it be fun, couldn’t they?

“Cheers, m’dear,” he said with a soft smile, toasting them once the bottle was back in his hand. “May we have better days and better nights.”

They breathed in the salt of the air, let the calm lapping of the waves far below wash over them. This was good. This moment, right here, was good. And wasn’t that enough for now?

“Sí,” they whispered back, letting the wings of their shoulder blades dig into the wood behind them, pressing into Frenchie’s foot at their side. “Better days.”

#jim jimenez #Frenchie #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fanfiction #flash fiction #tragicallynerdy writes #jesperr-fahey #alcohol mention

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capricorn-0mnikorn · 1 year

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📖Persuasion📖 Listen- and Read-Along, Chapter Twenty-Four (💞Finis⚓)

Discussion of Chapter Twenty-Three Starts here.

Audio of Karen Savage’s LibriVox reading on YouTube, starting at Chapter 24 (~9 minutes at normal speed)

Moira Fogarty’s Reading at LibriVox (~11 minutes)

Synopsis:

A statement that of course Captain Wentworth and Anne were married, with little opposition beyond a lack of graciousness from Anne’s father and Elizabeth, and a summary of how the other principal characters responded:

Sir Walter eventually decided that Captain Wentworth was indeed good-enough looking that it balanced out the fact that Anne came from a Titled family, and added their marriage into the Elliot family page of the Baronetage.

Lady Russell had to admit that she was wrong about both Captain Wentworth and Mister Elliot. But she cared more about Anne being happy than her being right, and she and Captain Wentworth soon reconciled.

Mary was pleased because her sister married a richer man than either of her husband’s sisters did, and though Anne’s marriage meant that Mary no longer had seniority between the two, at least she was still descended from a Baronet. She also gave herself full credit for getting the two of them together, since she was the one who insisted that Anne stay at Uppercross.

Mister Elliot, blind-sided by Anne’s engagement, and no longer able to use the role of Son-in-Law to Sir Walter, to keep an eye on Mrs. Clay, convinces Mrs. Clay to live under his protection in London.

Captain Wentworth, grateful to Mrs. Smith for her support of Anne, does what Mister Elliot should have done, and works all the legalities to get her inheritance from the West Indies, and Mrs. Smith becomes a wealthy woman, living in comfort.

Anne’s only regret is that she brought embarrassing in-laws into the marriage.

Quotes that stood out:

When any two young people take it into their heads to marry, they are pretty sure by perseverance to carry their point, be they ever so poor, or ever so imprudent, or ever so little likely to be necessary to each other’s ultimate comfort. This may be bad morality to conclude with, but I believe it to be truth

At the time Jane Austen was writing, there was a general moral panic about novels, and how reading them could ruin young women and girls (much like today’s moral panics about video games, or, in an everything-old-is-new-again way, fanfiction). Therefore, many novelists of the time would conclude their stories spelling out the proper moral lessons their readers should take away.

And Jane Austen is poking fun at that.

There was nothing less for Lady Russell to do, than to admit that she had been pretty completely wrong, and to take up a new set of opinions and of hopes.

[...]

But she was a very good woman, and if her second object was to be sensible and well-judging, her first was to see Anne happy. She loved Anne better than she loved her own abilities; and when the awkwardness of the beginning was over, found little hardship in attaching herself as a mother to the man who was securing the happiness of her other child.

D’aww! Just: *hearts*.

The disproportion in their fortune was nothing; it did not give [Anne] a moment’s regret; but to have no family to receive and estimate him properly, nothing of respectability, of harmony, of good will to offer in return for all the worth and all the prompt welcome which met her in his brothers and sisters, was a source of as lively pain as her mind could well be sensible of under circumstances of otherwise strong felicity.

This detail (if not the exact wording) has been living rent-free in my head since I first read it in 2007. It’s one of the things that make me think of this novel as more about Found Family than it is the hyper focus on the romance between two individuals.

None of the three TV adaptations end this way, but I would have loved to have seen a reprise of Christmas Festivities, like we saw at the beginning of Chapter 14, but this time with Everyone there, including the Harvilles, and Benwicks, and Hayters, and, of course, the Crofts and the whole Wentworth clan (Sir Walter and Elizabeth can stay in Bath, attending on Lady Dalrymple).

Mrs Smith’s enjoyments were not spoiled by this improvement of income, with some improvement of health, and the acquisition of such friends to be often with, for her cheerfulness and mental alacrity did not fail her; and while these prime supplies of good remained, she might have bid defiance even to greater accessions of worldly prosperity. She might have been absolutely rich and perfectly healthy, and yet be happy.

Again, Miss Jane Austen cannot depart without satirizing the common (Christian) moralizing of the day: that poverty and illness are morally good, and Earthly fortune corrupts the soul.

I think that’s the thing that most modern adaptations of Jane Austen miss: She was a Satirist. And she was writing Satires (that had romantic themes).

#📖Persuasion📖 Read-Along #Chapter Twenty-Four #The End #Early 19th century Novel conventions #Satire #Found Family

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libraryofloveletters · 2 years

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Hii, first I just want to thank you for always being so kind when replying to your asks. Not only do you make your followers feel comfortable to reach out and talk to you, but also you make your entire blog feel really welcoming and enjoyable to engage with. Truly, you’re deeply appreciated and loved by so many! 🫶🏻

Also, thank you for still being okay with receiving ideas even when your requests are technically closed! As for me, I was hoping to see you write an enemies to lovers Lewis x teammate!Reader story. Ever since reading that prompt you recently wrote with this concept on your @whorekneecentral account, I haven’t been able to get this idea out of my head and think about anything else. Seriously, that prompt has been living in my mind rent free and shows no sign of leaving any time soon — nor would I even want it to — because it was just that damn good 😍. I guess I don’t really have anything specific to ask for at the moment. I mainly would just absolutely love to see this idea and the build-up between them further fleshed out at least in a one-shot story since there seems like there’s still so much more to explore in this amazing enemies to lovers / teammate dynamic 🥺🙏🏻. And it goes without saying that there could be smut, angst, fluff, or anything! Your creativity never disappoints, and I know it’d be just as exceptional no matter what. All I ask for is a happy ending if you were to write this idea because my heart wouldn’t be able to take otherwise… lol.

Of course, there’s no pressure to write this now or ever! As much as I’d love for this to happen and know you’d write this perfectly like you always do, I respect you and appreciate all your work too much to push you. Regardless of what you decide doing, it just really means a lot for you to hear me out and even consider it. Thank you and wishing you the best day / night! ♥️

first off, thank you so so soooo much for the sweet words! you have no idea how much this means to me 💕things like this make me so happy, I love that you guys love to stop by and chat or send in asks or questions, my inbox is always opened to all!! <333

second, thank you so much for the love for my Lewis x teammate!reader!! it was a random little idea I decided to write when I saw the request and I'd definitely love to write a further fleshed out idea for it!! I've been wanting to write another piece for Lewis so this might be it!! Hopefully it’ll live up to your expectations!!

there’s no pressure at all, I love when you guys give me ideas, it always helps! + if I can’t or won't, I’ll let you know :)) I hope you have a good day/night too!!💕💕

#nice anon!!

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foreveranevilregal · 2 years

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Can I request a NSFW prompt with Pepa loving Felix being rough and so he just goes ham on her and she ends up needing to sneak an arepa from the kitchen because of the hickeys and bites on her neck and collar bone?

Please understand that this idea has been living in my head rent free since I saw it. What's it like having such an enormous brain?

It was a quiet evening. Dinner had wrapped up, and now everyone was just sitting around the table and talking. People had been relying on the Madrigals for help far less after they had lost, and subsequently regained, their gifts. They had much more time to relax now, and they took full advantage of that fact.

Eventually, the drone of insects filling the air and the warm summer breeze started to lull people to sleep. Julieta was the first to retreat, mumbling apologies through soft yawns hidden behind her hand, followed immediately by her husband. This gave Luisa an opening to leave, citing the need to be well-rested for tomorrow. One by one, the others trickled out over the next couple hours.

Once the table had emptied somewhat, Félix took the opportunity to be bolder in his affection towards Pepa. The hand that held hers throughout dinner traveled to her knee, resting there briefly before moving up her leg. His fingertips traced designs on the inside of her thigh, getting perilously close to her core, before circling away just as her breath hitched. He would much rather have gone upstairs with her immediately to satisfy his urges, but somehow, there was never a good moment to go.

Besides, Pepa was nowhere near ready to head out. She hadn’t spent so much time with her family in ages and was relishing the chance. Plus, she had always been kind of a night owl. Quiet nighttime hours always cleared her head of worries. Whether those late nights were a good idea in the morning was a different story. Despite the desire starting to build in her belly, she didn’t want to part with her family just yet.

Félix kept up his teasing, watching the others filter out over the course of the night, keeping his touches light; enough to tempt and nothing more. He could see the want burning in her eyes, unaccompanied by her usual cloak of foggy humidity. Losing her gift had been a blessing in disguise for Pepa. For once, she had been free to really feel her feelings and process them. When her gift returned, she was able to exercise more control over it.

She gave him a sidelong glance, lips curving up in a seductive smile. She knew full well what he was doing. How he was planning to make her come undone. But she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of undoing her in front of others. That sight was reserved only for him.

The wait was agonizing for Félix. He longed to just yank her up out of her chair, drag her upstairs, and take her hard and fast. But he had to be patient, wait until a few more people left, until it was just Bruno and Alma keeping them company at the table. Catching Pepa’s eye, he gave her leg a gentle squeeze.

As though she was waiting for his signal, she covered her mouth in a yawn. Maybe it was a bit exaggerated, but she had to be convincing. “It’s getting late,” she murmured, hoping she sounded sleepy. “We should head up for the night.” She laced her fingers with Félix’s after prying his hand off her leg.

“We should,” he agreed, standing up and pulling her up with him. It was really testing his self-control to not just tear into her on the spot.

Alma nodded. “Buenas noches.” She pushed back her chair and stood. “I should go too. Brunito, aren’t you going to bed?” she addressed the lone Madrigal still sitting at the table.

He shook his head. “Not yet. Spent a lot of time cooped up inside that wall. I kind of want to enjoy the fresh air a little longer.”

“Don’t stay up too late, mi niño.” She pressed a gentle kiss to his hair and headed up to her bedroom.

Pepa and Félix followed her inside, holding hands and hoping their excitement wasn’t too visible. “Good night, Bruno,” they called out, wanting to be polite, but he wasn’t listening. He seemed too enraptured with the stars twinkling in the sky.

They ran up the stairs haphazardly, practically tripping over each other’s feet in their attempt to reach their bedroom sooner. As soon as they were inside, Félix backed Pepa up into the door, closing it in the process, then turned the lock. For a moment, they just stood there, giddy from the exhilaration of their escape.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day,” he admitted, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind her ear and pressing his body into hers.

Her eyes blazed as they locked onto his. “Well? What are you still waiting for?”

That was all he needed. Effortlessly, he pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, attacking her mouth with his own.

They kissed hungrily, messily, swept up in the whirlwind. He bucked his hips into her, causing the door to shake and picture frames on the walls to rattle. Her resulting moan reverberated through the kiss.

“Easy,” she warned. Her chest heaved up and down as she caught her breath.

“Since when have you ever wanted easy?” His hand trailed down to her leg, wrapping around the back of her thigh and caressing the clothed flesh before bringing it up and hooking it around his side. The new position allowed him to get even closer to her, his middle right up against her overheated core. Drunk on the feeling, he bucked his hips into her again, harder this time.

A wanton moan tore through her throat as she rolled her hips over him, desperately seeking friction. “Do-Dolores,” she panted out, keeping up her motions mindlessly.

“Can control her gift better, just like you,” he pointed out. Though Pepa wasn’t controlling it very well right now; swaths of humidity surrounding them as they finally surrendered themselves to the passion they had been craving. Making Pepa unravel like that was his absolute favorite. All her life, she’d had it drilled into her head that she had to keep her emotions in check, rein in what she was feeling. With him, she could be free.

She chewed her lip, mulling over his point. “Even if she’s not listening, I’m pretty sure the rest of the house will hear us if we keep rattling the walls.” Which didn’t exactly hamper her enjoyment of his more aggressive actions, but it would be a very awkward conversation to have in the morning.

By this point, his mouth had drifted down to her neck, peppering kisses down the column and biting lightly at the taut skin of her decolletage. He could feel her hands twitching in his grasp, but with her wrists pinned up like that, she was entirely at his mercy.

She gasped at the feeling of teeth on her skin, scraping over her collarbone and sending a jolt straight to her core. When they had first gotten married, he was so hesitant to be rough with her, but as soon as he saw how much she loved it, he got as into it as she was. The hard wooden door pressed uncomfortably against her back, parting the fog of arousal clouding over her mind. She wasn’t as young as she used to be, and she’d feel it the next day if they stayed here. “Take me to bed,” she purred, batting her eyelashes at him suggestively.

Instantly, her other leg was wrapped around his waist and he carried her over to the bed, tossing her down on the mattress like a rag doll. Seeing her spread out on the bed like this- hair coming loose from its tight braid, eyes hooded, squirming for more, no doubt soaked for him…it did things to him. He thanked God every day for giving him such a wonderful wife. “I’ve been imagining you like this all day. All spread out, trapped underneath me, ready for me to take you,” he growled, climbing over her.

Her eyes fluttered shut, feeling the warmth of his body emanating so close to her, knowing he must be as ready as she was. “So what are you still waiting for?” she challenged. “Take me.”

Their clothes flew off in a flurry, landing in various piles scattered across the room. There was no time for teasing tonight. They’d done enough of that earlier. No more delaying their gratification.

He slipped a finger between her folds, gathering her wetness and bringing it to his mouth. He loved tasting her. Making a goddess like that come undone with just his mouth made him feel so powerful. Normally he’d indulge in worshiping her body far longer than he did, but he just couldn’t wait anymore. He was so hard, he had to have her right now. Leaning down, he captured her lips with his own as he sank inside her.

Feeling him enter, she cried out, canting her hips to take him in deeper. His tongue had delved into her mouth, and she could taste herself on it, driving her even wilder. She ran her now freed hands over his back, sticking slightly to skin dampened with sweat and humidity. Heavy fog swirled over them as she just became utterly lost in pleasure.

He thrusted into her hard, bottoming out every time. His mouth departed from hers, returning to its previous spot on her neck, sucking the skin until a small bruise started forming, then moved over a bit and repeated the process. Soon, purple-blue splotches littered her fair skin. The effect was striking. Félix took a moment to admire his handiwork before he felt her hands pushing his head back down on her chest.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned, her hips moving of their own accord to meet his thrusts. Was there anything that man’s mouth couldn’t do? Flirt, charm, say sweet nothings, sing, give her earth-shattering pleasure…

Which was what he was devoting it to now. She was so needy, whispered pleas for “más, por favor, ¡así!” falling from her lips, and all he wanted to do was give her whatever she wanted. He latched onto her collarbone, sucking for a bit before biting down roughly right over the bone, rendering her incoherent.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as he sucked and bit across delicate skin. Every tinge of pain was soon soothed away, his tongue laving each and every abused spot he had left. She adored when he got into this kind of mood, giving her just the right amount of pain to ratchet up her pleasure, building faster and faster. All she needed to tumble over the edge was just a little bit more. “So close…please…” she begged, squeezing her walls around him for emphasis.

Who was he to deny her? He’d have given her the moon if she asked for it. Just plucked it right out of the sky for her. He knew he was close too, after burying himself in her warm, wet core. His teeth closed over one of her nipples, tugging on it as his thumb worked furious circles on her clit.

And then it happened. Between his teeth and his hands, the pleasure consumed her, burning her up until she couldn’t stand it anymore. Her peak came suddenly, heralded by a keening wail, her walls clamping down around him and triggering his own peak.

He kept going through it, riding out the high as her walls milked him dry, continuing until he just couldn’t take the stimulation anymore. Carefully, he withdrew from her.

She hissed as he scraped her overly sensitized insides. The whole experience had been so intense, over so quickly that she was dazed, a hazy aura surrounding everything. Sleep would soon pull her under. “Te amo,” she whispered, giving him a sweet kiss and succumbing to sleep shortly after.

Despite her exhaustion, she found herself awaking in the middle of the night. The moon illuminated the room with a soft white glow breaking up the darkness. Although having Félix hold her in his arms helped, she still wasn’t always able to sleep through the night. For once, her mind was quiet, but her pounding heart hadn’t gotten the message.

Not wanting to wake Félix, she rose out of bed quietly, slipping on her nightgown to go take a walk and calm herself. The fabric was soft but stung as it came over her neck and chest. Her fingers prodded where his teeth had explored, causing her to wince. He hadn’t been that rough with her, had he?

Thankfully, she could expect the bathroom to be empty at this late hour. Examining her reflection shocked her: a series of nasty-looking bruises and bite marks were strewn over her neck and chest, standing out quite dramatically. There was no way she’d be able to cover all of them up. Félix had gotten carried away, but in his defense, she hadn’t minded. Really, the only people who would, they wouldn’t see until breakfast…

So she had to fix it before then. She snuck down to the kitchen, gritting her teeth to keep quiet as her nightgown rubbed over bruised flesh. Julieta kept a reserve of emergency food here somewhere…

“Aha!” she exclaimed triumphantly, fishing an arepa out of a covered basket. Soon her skin would be unblemished and there would be no embarrassing questions in the morning.

Suddenly, she heard rustling behind her. Startled, she turned around to see Bruno standing in the doorway, rubbing his eyes.

“Pepa? What are you doing here?” he asked so sleepily it was a wonder he hadn’t passed out on the spot.

“I- what are you doing here?” she turned the question around on him anxiously, adjusting her nightgown to cover more of her chest. “Haven’t you gone to bed yet?”

But the gesture only drew more attention to where she had been marked. Bruno’s eyes trailed over the many marks, widening at the sheer number. “Couldn’t sleep. Seems like you weren’t doing much sleeping either.” He pointed his lips at her exposed skin.

Face burning up, Pepa crossed her arms over her chest, still clutching the arepa. “That’s none of your business.”

“You’re right, you’re right.” He held up his hands in defeat. “But…Pepi…” His jaw dropped as his sleepy brain worked to process what he was seeing.

Pepa decided she’d had enough. “‘But, Pepi’ nothing. Go to bed, Bruno.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. Kind of been having a hard time adjusting to being back home, sleeping in a real bed.” He blinked blearily, eyes still glued in horror to his sister’s neck. “You sure you’re okay?”

Pepa wasn’t sure which one of them was more mortified by the encounter. She really didn’t need her brother knowing what she got up to in bed. Needless to say, she didn’t dignify the question with a response.

Meanwhile, he had started hyperventilating and clung to the doorway. This awkward spell had to end.

“This never happened.” Pepa stared Bruno down, biting into the arepa and chewing it slowly.

“This never happened,” he repeated dutifully, shrinking into himself and looking like he wanted to disappear off the face of the earth.

She finished the arepa, licking the crumbs off her fingers, then prodded at her neck, which felt less bruised.

“One more ought to do it.”

“Why are you talking?” Pepa glared at him balefully.

“Just trying to help.” He shrugged.

“You can help by leaving and never speaking of this again,” she huffed, taking a second arepa out of the basket.

“Okay, okay.” He shifted his weight from foot to foot, scratching his head nervously. “Pepa?”

“Yes, Bruno?” she replied around a mouthful of arepa.

“It’s nice to be home.” He gave her a small smile.

She closed her eyes, sighing, willing herself not to blow up on him. “I’m glad you’re back, Bruno,” she said, keeping her tone measured. “Not so thrilled about you being here right now though.”

“Believe, me, I’m not either,” he rushed to assure her.

“And yet you’re still standing here.”

“Right, right.” He backed out of the doorway, looking terrified.

Pepa returned her attention to polishing off the second arepa. A few quick swipes over her skin told her she was healed. Sighing in relief, she could look at him again.

When she saw the look on his face, Pepa softened. “Get some sleep, Bruno. You look like you need it.”

He rubbed his eyes. “Thanks, I’ll try. Good night, Pepa.”

“Good night, Bruno.”

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the-cult-of-russo · 3 years

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The Other Woman

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

A/N: Soooo. No one asked for this one and I have prompts in my inbox and a multi chapter Billy x OC story I'm working on. Yet… this happened. I was working on an assignment for uni and this popped into my head. Billy lives in my head rent free and I'm not even mad about it. Enjoy lmaooo

Warnings: cursing, slight angst but not really, lots of fluff (literally and figuratively). It's just a bunch of cute bullshit, don't mind me looool

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Your nails tapped the coffee cup as you sat outside the cafe deep in thought. There was only one thing on your mind. Billy was cheating on you. There was no other explanation for his behaviour the past week and the knowledge of what he'd done was eating away at you. It started a week ago. He'd slip out after work hours saying something came up. Sometimes he wouldn't even tell you where he was going and when you asked, he'd say 'work' as he avoided your gaze before slipping out. Billy couldn't lie to you, you knew him too well for that. You knew his tells and he didn't really lie to you. But you knew when he wouldn't look you in the eye that he wasn't being honest.

Then there was his phone. He'd be on it more than usual and it was distracting him. The night before, Frank had called him and you knew it was Frank because you'd seen the name popping up on his screen. You'd both been watching a movie on the sofa together as you tried to convince yourself that Billy wouldn't cheat on you. But when he excused himself to the bedroom, your curiosity burned. Why would he need to sneak off to speak to Frank?

So you'd crept over to where the door was open by a crack and held your breath as you listened.

"Yeah, I know…. I'll just tell her I need to work again… I don't think she knows… yeah, yeah, I know… I can't wait for you to meet her, man. She's perfect,"

Those words felt like a slap to the face and a punch to the gut all rolled into one. Billy was cheating on you. Billy was cheating on you and Frank knew about it. Frank who was one of your closest friends, the one who introduced you to Billy in the first place. You'd gone back to the sofa as you dwelled in your misery and betrayal and when Billy had come back out with a wide smile on his face you'd felt sick. But you couldn't bring yourself to ask him, to question him or tell him what you'd heard. You were scared of what he might say. Scared of what this all meant.

You and Billy had been together for almost two years now and you lived together. You knew of his past but never once had you felt insecure about being with him. He loved you, and you wholeheartedly believed he did. So this felt like it completely blindsided you and your head was all over the place.

That morning Billy was gone by the time you woke which was nothing new since he often let you sleep when he got up to work. But you'd come to the cafe by lunch because you were drowning in your thoughts back at home. The home you shared with him.

You blew out a breath, grabbing your cell from your pocket as you rang Anvil. You had a gut feeling and you wanted confirmation. His secretary picked up the phone and you sighed before asking something you dreaded the answer to.

"Hey, Annie. Is Billy there? I need to talk to him," you said softly. The older woman cleared her throat down the phone before speaking.

"He's not here, Y/N. He took the day off," she said warily. Well then. You thanked her quickly before hanging up, the lump lodged in your throat getting bigger.

How could it all have gone so wrong? You stood, tossing the half drank coffee in the trash as you made your way home with a broken heart. You hardly expected Billy to be sitting on the sofa when you got home. But there he was in all his glory. A burgundy sweater with his jeans and boots, hair slicked back like always. You felt like you were hanging on by a thread.

He smiled when he saw you, standing up and making his way over.

"I thought you had work," your cold tone stopped him in his tracks as he looked at you cautiously.

"I took the day, had some things I needed to do," he replied easily. Things he needed to do. More like someone he needed to do. Tense didn't even begin to cover how you were feeling.

"Look… there's someone here I want you to meet," Billy said hesitantly, glancing to the closed bedroom door. He really wouldn't just… The string of composure you were holding onto snapped.

"Is this some kind of joke?!" You yelled. He looked shocked, eyes wide and confused as he tilted his head.

"Uh… what?" He asked carefully.

"It's bad enough you're having an affair that apparently Frank knows all about but you've brought her here?! You want me to meet her?!" You were incredulous at his audacity. You wondered if he'd suffered a head injury a week ago or something.

Billy blinked at you with his dark eyes for a moment before he burst out laughing. But when he saw your tearful eyes glaring at him, his laughter died instantly.

"You… you think I'm cheatin' on you?" He asked slowly, like he was talking to a toddler. Your brows furrowed watching him warily as he walked over to you.

"You've been acting weird all week, Billy. And I heard you on the phone last night. I heard you talking to Frank," you muttered, hating how your voice wobbled.

Billy looked stricken at how upset you were and wrapped his arms around you and you melted into him despite yourself. He stroked your hair soothingly with one hand as the other rubbed your back.

"I'm not steppin' out on you, Y/N. I'd never do that," he sighed. He moved away, cradling your cheeks as his obsidian gaze looked over your face like he was searching for the answers of the universe.

"Not gonna lie, I'm a little offended by your lack of faith, but I have been actin' weird so I'll let it slide," he murmured with a soft smile.

"But then… what was that all about?" You asked, deflating a bit as he wiped away the couple of tears that had fallen. He leaned in and kissed you softly, one of the rare tender kisses he'd give you if you were upset. You were incredibly confused and maybe also felt a little guilty that your mind went there.

When he pulled away, he shot you a grin, looking almost like a kid on Christmas which only furthered your confusion.

"Wait here," he beamed, dashing off to the bedroom. You really felt like you'd been transported to another dimension where nothing made sense. But then Billy came back out with what you could only describe as a living, breathing, real life Pokemon in his arms. It was a Pomeranian puppy that just looked like a cloud with two shiny back eyes peeking out.

You made a noise that you couldn't even describe. A mix of a whine and a coo that people often reserved for cute animals and babies as if they couldn't help themselves. Your feet took you over to where Billy was grinning at you and the ball of fluff was nibbling his hand.

"Billy…" your voice was still a little high, a little pout on your face as you reached out and stroked the fluffy fur on the puppy.

"Meet Cotton Ball. Cotton Ball, meet your mom," he smirked, grabbing a tiny paw and making it wave at you. It was something to behold seeing Billy like this and you almost melted right into a puddle.

"Wait so… this is the other woman?" You asked with a snort, feeling so utterly stupid for how your mind went there. Billy rolled his eyes with a laugh as he handed over the bundle of cloud to you.

"Do you like her?" He asked hesitantly, looking almost unsure as he glanced from the puppy to you.

"I love her. Thank you, Billy," you murmured, cuddling the tiny puppy closer to you.

"I uh… I know that you said you wanted a dog," he started, his shoulder rolling a little.

"Which you shot down immediately," you cut in, raising a brow at him. He chuckled, rubbing his beard a little with a nod.

"I know. But… I saw how disappointed you were and I decided I never wanted to see that look on your face again. Especially not 'cause of me. She hadn't been fully vaccinated and stuff so I've been waitin' to bring her home. Been to see her a few times to get her used to me," he shrugged, looking almost bashful which was a strange look for him. It was cute.

"I love her. And I love you," you smiled wide at him. His insecurities seemed to wash away at your bright smile and he returned it, leaning over to kiss your forehead.

"I love you too. Come here, lemme show you somethin','' he took your free hand and led you to the bedroom. On the floor next to your bed was what looked like a queen bed shrunk down. It was a dog bed but a fancy one and the cozy sheets looked expensive too. There was also a basket filled to the brim with dog toys. You looked at him incredulously with a laugh.

"And here I was thinking you weren't a dog person and you're spoiling her already," you teased. He chuckled, a slight pink tint to his face you couldn't remember ever witnessing as he bit his lip and smiled at you.

"Yeah well… my girls gotta have the best. And… I mighta got attached to her," he shrugged easily.

"Billy Russo has a heart after all. Who knew?" You snorted. He gripped your jaw gently, giving your lips a firm peck before smirking down at you.

"Don't tell a soul or I'll have to kill you. I got a rep to keep," he smirked devilishly. You snorted again, shaking your head as you took the now sleeping puppy to her lavish bed and set her down.

When you walked back over to Billy, you wrapped your arms around his middle and he responded in kind and held you close.

"I can't believe you thought I'd cheat on you," he murmured, nuzzling your hair. You felt your cheeks heat up as you moved away and looked up at him.

"I know. I'm sorry, I just… you'd been acting weird and then the phone call, I didn't know what to think," you said softly. He frowned a little, tucking some of your hair behind your ear before resting a hand on your jaw.

"You know I love you, right?" He asked with a furrowed brow.

"I know. Honestly… I've never questioned it. I've never felt like that before. My mind just ran away with itself," you felt bad now and really fucking stupid but he had been acting weird. How were you to know that he was secretly procuring you the cutest puppy to exist?

He kissed your forehead softly, lips lingering a moment before he cupped your cheeks, tilting your head to look up at him. His dark eyes were full of many emotions and you got lost in them.

"You're the only one I want. Ever since I met you, I never wanted anyone else. I ain't ever felt like this before but all I know is… I'm yours. I love you, Y/N. There'll never be anyone else," he murmured sincerely. You couldn't help the dopey smile on your face as you leaned up and captured his lips in a soft kiss.

"I love you too, Billy. But… I will have to share you now with Cotton Ball," you teased against his lips. He chuckled, nipping at your bottom lip.

"You'll always be my best girl," he grinned, rubbing his nose against yours.

One hand dropped to your neck, the other slinking around you and settling on your ass as he kissed you deeply. Just as you were really getting into it, he hissed, cursing and moving away as he lifted his foot. The foot that had tiny razor teeth latched onto it as the dog dangled off his toe. You couldn't help the bubble of laughter that came out of you as you pried the dog away from his foot.

"Feel like I might end up regrettin' this decision," he huffed, eyes narrowed at Cotton Ball who was now happily in your arms. He wasn't really mad though, his lips were slightly upturned as he reached out and rubbed the dogs tiny head.

"Awww. Is the big bad marine scared the lil doggy might bite his ass when he's having sex?" You mocked playfully.

Billy's mortified face had you in stitches. He looked like he'd not considered it until you said it and now he was glaring at the dog like she'd ready done it.

"We're gonna need some boundaries," he muttered to the dog as he pointed at her, then his piercing eyes turned to you and you bit your lip to stifle your laughter.

"And for the record, I am a big bad marine and I ain't scared of a fuckin' dog," he smirked with a raised brow. You rolled your eyes goodnaturedly as you turned, dog in hand, and left the room.

"Mhmm. Just wait until I tell Frank how you're scared of a ball of fluff. Or the guys from Anvil. Or maybe I'll tell them just how much you love her already," you grinned, laughing when he gripped your hips and dragged you so your back pressed against his front.

"What I tell you? You tell and I'll have to kill you. I don't wanna do that, I might just miss you," he murmured with a smile as he nuzzled your neck.

"Russo's going soooft!" You teased with a laugh, squealing when his hands dug into your sides to tickle you.

Honestly, you never really thought Billy would be a dog person. But you never thought he'd be the type to live with someone and here you were. You never thought he'd be the type to use the L word yet he did with you. He was full of surprises and this was way better than you anticipated. You never expected the other woman to be so cute.

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nightowlfandom · 3 years

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Rich! Bad Boy!Min Yoongi- Try Me

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You were practically glued to his side. His arm was tightly wrapped around your waist as he led you across the room. You had perched your designer sunglasses on top of your head to get a clearer look at your surroundings. Why were you wearing sunglasses at night? Because you could, of course.

Your wore a backless floor length gown in one of his favorite colors. He had insisted you wear your fur coat, but you convinced him to let you leave it in the car. You were on full display, not only for him but for anyone else who thought that they had bought the most gorgeous date for the night. That title was forever and always reserved for Min Yoongi’s girl and tonight only proved it more and more.

He walked with his held held high as if everyone around him was beneath him. His attired screamed ‘try me, bitch’ From his black suit and tie to crisp white dress shirt and shoes that were worth more than someone’s rent for five months. His hair was slicked back and while he didn’t bother to raise his own pair of shades, everyone could see the glare very evident on his face.

You two were the epitome of a power couple, in the most literal sense and everyone respected that.

“Mr. Min! Welcome!” a nervous and frantic looking man rushed up to you. “This must be your beautiful companion for the night.” he bowed repeatedly. So many times that you lost count. He held his hand out for you to take, but you were left to stare awkwardly. You had no idea what to do in that moment. After a second or two you held your hand out, which he shook a bit too aggressively.

Yoongi calmly used his free hand to raise his sunglasses up. “You gettin’ paid to rip my girl’s arm out its socket?”

“Oh! my apologies Mr. Min!” he instantly let your hand go. “I wasn’t aware.”

“You never are.” he scoffed, allowing his shades sit on the top of his head. “Is our table ready or did they send you here to waste our time?”

“You’re fashionably early! Your comrades haven’t arrived yet.” the host stammered. “Follow me!” he practically disappeared through the sea of people.

“What a tool.” you spoke for the first time since you left the car. “I’ve never seen a bigger kiss-ass in my life.”

“Hm, trust me I’ve met worse. He’s just a dick-rider for the men who really own this place.” He leaned down and spoke into your ear. “Those guys will literally shit on someone else’s table if I tell them to.”

“How riveting.” you rolled your eyes playfully as he led you through the crowd. It was easy for people to get out of your way. One look from your boyfriend and they were hugged the nearest wall or throwing themselves against the various tables set up all over the place. “Remind me again why we’re here?”

“Don’t make that face.” He smirked. “I told you, official business.”

“And we couldn’t do that somewhere less...sleazy?” you scoffed at the old man with five different women on his arm. “Yoongi-”

“It’s only for a few hours.” he assured. “Then after that, we can do whatever you want, okay?”

“You said that last time.” you hid the pout forming on your face.

“You have my word.”

“Or so you say.” you slipped out of his grip. “Until you have more trash take out.” you shook your head as you walked ahead. Yoongi watched you from behind as you walked ahead. Of course you didn’t need him by your side to be considered intimidating. He bit his lip at the idea of ripping that dress off your body when you got back to the hotel. Shit, he might not even manage to keep his hands to himself in the car.

Yoongi joined you at the table. “ You feel like Soju tonight?”

“Depends on if you want me to start fighting or not.” you raised an eyebrow at Yoongi.

“Hm, on second thought how about imported beer.”

“This isn’t date night at your place, dear.” you replied jokingly.

“Hm, you’re right. It’s been a while since we’ve splurged. We can do wine tonight!” he chuckled in reply as you both sat down. Just as you both got settled, you were met by a small crowd. Yoongi’s friends, of course.

“Oi! Watch how you handle my fucking jacket! It’s worth more than your life.” Namjoon snapped at that host.

“My apologies sir!”

“Yoongi, Y/N. Good to see you.” Seokjin shook Yoongi’s hand firmly. “Sorry we’re late.”

“We just arrived ourselves.” you replied, relaxing as Yoongi wrapped his arm around your waist again. “Yoongi insisted.”

“Of course he did.” Jungkook sat down. “I saw the other women glaring at you.” he laughed. “You sure know how to make an entrance.” he raised your hand to his lips for a short kiss to your knuckles.

“Of course she does. She’s the best looking woman here.” he huffed as if it was obvious. The host quietly bought the selection for the night.

“Wine for the lady, the usual for the rest of us.” Yoongi spoke for the table.

“Yes sir!”

Before anyone else could speak, a woman in a red dress and white fur coat strode up. “Yoongi? Is that you?”

“Meredith....fancy seeing you here.” Yoongi looked less than thrilled.

“Very!” she seemed a little too happy to see him. It was funny because you had never seen nor heard of this woman in your life. “So...I tried to call you.”

She was completely oblivious of you sitting right there and you didn’t like it.

“What are you doing here?” Seokjin annoyedly spoke up as his drink was poured. “If you couldn’t tell, we’re all trying to enjoy ourselves.”

“I just wanted to catch up with an old friend!” she put her hands up in defense. Her eyes suddenly landed on you. “Whose this?” she fixed her face in disgust

“Y/N L/N, who the fuck are you?” you raised an eyebrow. Your posture straightened up as she glared at you. You threw your sunglasses on the table, crossing your arms as you perked up.

“Are you Yoongi’s pet or something?” she put a hand on her hip. “ Guess they’ll let anyone in!”

“Pet? Oh Honey...Even if that were true it would still mean I’m sitting here and your standing there looking stupid....”

“Oh yeah. He’s probably waiting for the perfect moment to get rid of you!”

You held up a single hand to up Yoongi to signify that you didn’t want him to speak. He looked livid, however you didn’t see the point in him wasting his time or energy on this woman. You slowly stood up. The host held your glass of wine with shaky hands, unsure of what to do.

“Thank you.” you grabbed the glass from him. “Run along now.”

“Yes mam!” the scared host scurried off, obviously not wanting any confrontation.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Yoongi asked, watching you with weary eyes. You weren’t confrontational so this was a huge surprise.

“Meredith. That is your name, right?” you smiled sweetly. You took a sip from your glass. “Hm...What a darling coat! I bet it goes with anything.”

“Of course it does! It pairs best with red. I bought it in Paris...” she put a hand on her hip as if she was a model. “As you can see.”

“Too bad beautiful gowns and expensive fur doesn’t make the wearer any less cheap than the next bitch.” you instantly shut down the false sense of security you built for the disrespectful woman.

“EXCUSE ME?!?”

“Not done yet....” you cleared your throat before speaking again. “ Whore, Pet, Wife ,Girlfriend, whatever you want to call me, go ahead but best believe my place in Yoongi’s life will always hold rank over you, my dear. You weren’t even important enough for him to tell me about you and we’ve been together for four years going on five as of two months from now.” You put your free hand on your hip. “That’s number one.” you laughed gleefully.

“Damn Yoongi, your girl has guts.” Namjoon whispered.

“That’s my babe.” Yoongi sat back and watched you drag Meredith for filth.

“Number Two! Before you try to feed me shit and call it sugar, make sure you take off the tags on your clothes.” You pointed to the obvious department store tag. “Clearance...nice. I also know fake diamonds when I see them, don’t play yourself.”

Nothing was wrong with fake gems, or clearance items...but pretending you were better than everyone else while lying...that wasn’t gonna go down.

The girl had went completely quiet now.

“Three. Last but not least. Get over this whole convoluted ‘I’m better than you’ ideals you follow because the same people you turn your nose up at are the same people who you rely on on a day to day basis. Shiny hair, expensive clothes, and a posse of fake friends who tell you everything you want to hear does not guarantee happiness. Insulting me because it gives you short lived joy does not guarantee happiness. Pretending you actually have any sense of class when it’s obvious you faked your way to the top of social stardom does not guarantee happiness.” you put your wine glass on the table. “So before I proceed to tell you to go fuck yourself and to stay away from me and my BOYFRIEND...any questions?”

Not even five seconds passed and this woman walked off without another word. You didn’t feel bad, not by a long shot. Respect is something that’s earned any ANYONE who didn’t understand that could get a piece of you.

You sat back down next to Yoongi, grabbing your wine again. “Gentlemen, forgive me for that outburst.”

“Damn babe.” Yoongi wrapped his arm around you again. “That was hot.”

“Good because I’m highly fucking livid right now.” you calmly took a sip of your wine. “Who was that woman?” you turned to glare at Yoongi.

“She was an actress who was paid to portray my wife for a business thing I was forced to do.” he shook his head. “Y/N I promise she means nothing to me. It was before we even met.”

“Good. Let another girl talk crazy to me, I’ll kill you both.” you said with a straight face. “Her for thinking she can talk to me any way she wants, and you for keeping things from me. I will cut you deep, sir.”

“Damn I love you.” he bit his lip. He turned your head towards himself to give you a deep kiss.

...

As he had promised, he could barely keep his hands off you in the car. The minute the doors had shut, Yoongi had the hem of your dress bunched up in his fist. His lips feverishly laid open mouth kisses along your exposed neck.

“Yoongi, we shouldn’t do this here.” you whimpered, even though your actions said the completely opposite.

“Why? No one is gonna stop me. They damn sure won’t say shit about it.” Yoongi stopped for a split second to turn a glare to the limo driver, who was trying very hard not to look in the rear view mirror. “PUT THE FUCKING DIVIDER UP.” he barked.

“Yes sir!!”

Yoongi pushed you down onto the seats, causing you to let out a laugh. The divider was put up and you could hear the sound of fabric ripping.

He had tore a rip up your dress.

“Goodbye $3,000 dress.” you huffed.

“More where that came from.” he laughed, which was quickly replaced with a sadistic smile. “Spread your legs, baby.” he pouted. “Daddy wants to finger you”

“In the car-"

“When we get back to the hotel, I want you naked on that bed.” he growled. “If not, I’ll fucking rip whatever you have left off.”

... (The Hotel)

He couldn’t even keep his hands to himself in the elevator, any part of you he could get his hands on, he touched. By the time you two had gotten back to the room, you were thrown on the bed. Your dress had a huge tear up the leg and the straps were holding up either. Yoongi had discarded every article of clothing except his pants which were hanging low on his hips at this point.

“How do you want me?” he flicked his tongue against his bottom lip, looking you up and down. “I’ll do whatever you want, babe.” He watched as your shy wall was quickly put up and he couldn’t help but laugh. “Baby doesn’t know?”

“Nuh uh.” you hid behind your hands with a shy smile.

“Hm...my hands?”

“hm....nuh uh.” you shook your head again.

“Hm...my mouth then?” he bit his lips, standing right in front of you. “Where was that fire, honey? Come on.” he grabbed your hands. “Want me to eat that pretty pussy, baby?” He gathered the rest of your dress in his fist. “Come here.”

He began kissing up your bare thighs. You shook your legs, biting your lip. You felt him pull your panties down.

“You were so brave for me, sexy girl. Where’s that fighting spirit? Do you want me to eat this sweet little- hmm.” he dragged his tongue up your slit, laying opened mouthed kisses along your pussy. “You’re brave for the outside world but you still need daddy to take care of you, huh?”

“Mhm!” you nodded desperately.

“Baby you taste so fucking good.” he laughed, lashing his tongue against your hot flesh. “You’re moving so much.” he cackled. “Hmm” he dug his nails into your thighs. “You like it when I eat this pussy?”

“This is mine.” he mumbled against your heat. “This is all mine. Don’t think I’m done with you yet...”

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Warnings; SMUT, ANGST, and FLUFF, mentions of death, mourning, loss, mentions of murder, trauma, swearing, unprotected sex,

A/N; sorta made up a whole storyline for this imagine, may be a teeny bit different and may have gotten a little carried away, please enjoy loves

It would not uphold, the weather held a grudge against you as you trudged through the pouring rain, cursing you for thinking that you would be safe on your lonesome.

Instead of a monster, the world wished for you to drown in its falling rivers, making you shiver down to the bone. It was too cold, but you had to go there, it was a ritual.

Since the death of your boyfriend, Aaron, who was killed by Damon, someone you thought to be a friend, you felt broken.

You had tried everything to bring him back, but without the power of a witch, it was deemed impossible, and Bonnie refused to help you, claiming that it was necromancy, and far from her beliefs.

It angered you, how everybody would dismiss the lost lives that Damon took. He got a free pass, he didn’t even regret his own invalid actions.

He was a monster, and you hated him. If you couldn’t bring Aaron back, then you would instead kill his murderer. That would not only give you a sense of revenge, but also make the world a safer place. There would be one less vampire making people’s lives a misery.

“Hi there.” You stopped in your tracks, the voice sending shivers down your spine. Whilst it sounded like a man, in reality it could be anything.

The skin of a human was a disguise the majority of the time, a bloodsucker or a wolf coping inside the exterior, thirsting to break free from the walls of bones and flesh.

“Kai.” He was not exactly human, he was a witch, the one thing that you needed. You had met him through Elena, who was luckily also angered by Damon’s actions, Aaron had been her friend.

And just like that, he had died. But she hid her feelings well, pretending all was fine because she was in love with the gruelling monster that you wished to execute.

However, even though you wanted to bring back your lost beloved, the time that had passed made your mind being up the idea of moving on.

The first person that sprung into your imagination was Kai Parker, the new sociopath in town. He was new, unaware of the traumatising past experience that lingered in your heart, and not to mention, his specimen was one of beauty.

Those grey eyes, ever so curious could bore straight into your soul, and you’d gladly let him mangle it, you no longer had a use for it anyway.

“Why are you out here y/n/n?” He asked with a tilt of his head that had your heart beating profusely.

Everyone knew of his effect on you, but they told you to dismiss it. It was cruel, that they’d rather have you mourning the loss of your partner than to move on with another.

To you, it didn’t matter if he were supposed to be the enemy, you no longer wanted to fight their battles. All you desired was to be in love, with somebody that felt the same.

And whilst you doubted that Kai knew how to feel such a strong emotion, some attention wasn’t the worst thing in the world. As a matter of fact, it worked well as a distraction, it made you almost forget the grudge that you held against the eldest Salvatore.

Almost.

“It’s nothing.” You whisked the direction of the conversation away from your deceased boyfriend, not wanting to talk about him to anyone, let alone Malachai Parker.

Even thinking of Aaron caused a void to open in the middle of your chest, it was unbelievably painful. You thought some people, such as Bonnie would understand, rather than think the loss as a regular occurrence.

To put it simply, the entire ordeal was completely fucked up, and you felt much more guilty for biting your lip at the expression that Kai pulled; his eyebrows raised, and his fingers carefully running down the side of his own jaw.

Oh god, his fingers. There were so many things that you could imagine him doing with those, and from the way he waved them on a greeting, he knew that he teased the thought too.

“Basically...” he began, rolling his grey eyes with what he liked to call modesty, and you classified as boredom, “you’re stuck out in the rain, and if I’m not mistaken, you live halfway across town.”

“Stalker much?” You sneered, crossing your arms across your chest, which only made his gaze wander down, and hold their movements for a dragged out moment. “What are you looking at?” You exasperatedly sighed, only understanding when you followed his peering.

He was focused on your chest, that through your white shirt, appeared almost bare. The lace of your bra was giving him a clear frontal, and so you adjusted your arms, so that they covered more and whatever they had pushed up to peak his intrigue.

“Why am I not surprised?” Shaking your wet hair, which was pointless considering that it was still raining, you realised that you felt the creeping of the cold.

You had been oblivious to it, thinking that it was a side guest to your tears, almost a consequence. But you were no longer tearful, mostly angry at the killer that ruined your future and acted as though it were no big deal.

“I thought you were supposed to be at college.” Kai quirked his brow, proud of the fact that he knew that. However you shook your head, and watched as he removed his jacket, clasping it around your shoulders, shielding you somewhat from the weather.

It appeared as no big deal to him, but it was to you, sociopaths weren’t famous for being kind and charitable. They always had agendas, their agendas, well they were obviously sociopathic.

But from the glazing of the witch’s eyes, you only saw a lost man. He was misinterpreted by all that he knew, they treated him like an outsider, alienated him as though he were a monster, and validly that was why he was seen as one.

“No.” You whispered, confused as to why you were so complied to correct the man. “My boyfriend was killed, I don’t want to go back there, it’s clear why.”

You attempted to give him a small smile, but it came out as a pained grimace. Just the thought had your mood drained, even more so since there was no route to resurrect him.

“Oh yeah, I heard about that.” He didn’t shiver in the rain, instead he seemed comfortable simply standing there, conversing with you in the rainfall. “Damon did it, right?”

Licking your lips, you hesitantly nodded, ashamed of the fact that you had once called the vampire a friend. From the start, you were always wary of him, but eventually you managed to become close to him. And then he ruined your chance of happiness, literally sucking the life out of it.

“What a dick.” Kai was blunt with his annotation, but you couldn’t deny that he was right about them. “Sorry for your loss and all that blah blah. We should get somewhere warm though, you can tell me more.”

It was a strange feeling, you felt pulled to the male, it was as though he was one side of a magnet, and you were another. And so you accepted his invitation, and followed him, breathing in the scent of his black coat. It was much sweeter than you had expected.

🏹

His so called home was an apartment, that you no doubt expected he had convinced someone with his magic to give him rent free. Or he killed them, either or you guessed.

But the thought of death itself was one that you weren’t too keen on thinking about, not now. Instead, you’d rather enjoy the company of someone that didn’t shame you for hating and desiring to kill the one and only Damon Salvatore.

Most of your friends didn’t take you seriously, they just barked laughter, not believing, nor willing to think that you could ever commit such a sentence. But they didn’t share your pain, if they did, you were sure that they’d understand.

Matt got it, he resented the vampire and a lot of the other blood suckers too. And your certainly couldn’t blame him, he had lost his sister, and there was no reason behind her change. It had all just been a game, a gruesome one at that.

Kai lightly removed his jacket from your shoulders, hanging it on a hook to dry. He almost appeared embarrassed, having you in such a private space.

But you didn’t want him to endure such a mindset as that. Instead you smiled, brushing your damp hair out of your face, grasping his hands. They were cold, and that made you frown. No one ever cared what he had gone through, instead they just wanted to rid the world of him.

Even his family had dismissed him, all because he had been different, and treating him as such had definitely had a mind mingling affect on him. It repented an unstoppable rage inside of him, one that ended in dead children and imprisonment.

“Thankyou.” The small example of affection had Kai tilt his head awkwardly and pull his hands away from your own. He wasn’t used to people even being polite towards him, let alone openly sharing contact with him.

You should have been scared of him. Or at least somewhat repulsed, but you weren’t, and it was a first for him. Most around him taunted him with blame, or pointed out his obvious flaws.

And so he ducked his chin downwards into his chest, taking a couple of steps back, mumbling something about retrieving you a dry shirt.

As you waited for him, you peeled off the sheer layer, dropping the ball of wet material upon the ground. Your bra had soaked into your skin, but you left that on out of modesty.

When Kai returned, his mouth gaped open, eyes widening at the half undressed sight of you. But he tried to avert your gaze, blushing at your lack of attire.

“It’s okay.” You jested to him , reaching out for the clean shirt that he had brought for you. “You can look, it’s not like I’m naked.”

“Yet.” He smirked as he allowed his stare to freely roam. His voice had been small, but you had heard it as clear as day. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be thinking like that, you’re in mourning and I get that you wouldn’t want to, yknow.”

His hand gestured between the pair of you , prompting what he was talking about. But maybe he was wrong, after all, it had been a while since you had any physical intimacy, and you’d be a fool to deny that there was chemistry between you and a particular witch.

“Don’t be sorry.” You put the dry shirt aside, walking closer to the brunette. “I am in mourning, but I’m going to get my revenge, and a distraction sure wouldn’t hurt.”

“And here I thought that you were just a pretty face.” Kai’s hand drifted to the side of your face, pulling you closer so that your lips were almost brushing. His breath ghosted over your own intermingling the fumes of lust and intrigue. “But it seems that there is a darkness in that mind of yours, I’m impressed with your plans to say the least.”

“I haven’t even told you any of them yet.” Your hand drifted under the band of his jeans, plucking teasingly at the denim, licking your teeth as you made strong eye contact with him.

“Tell me after.” He ordered, grasping your hips, and clashing your bodies together. Your lips worked hungrily against each other, both pairs of your hands grabbing all that they could, you and him both desperate to hold onto anything.

Kai shoved you backward into a table, trapping you against it as his lips fell downwards, and began to suck at your neck.

But at that contact, you pushed Kai away, freezing for a moment. Damon’s teeth had been on Aaron’s neck, sinking in and draining all that be worth.

“See Elena thinks I’m a monster, and she’s right.” You were unable to move as Aaron stood against the vampire, you had been compelled, and you wanted nothing more than to scream out for Damon to stop, but there was no audio in your throat.

There was no scream as Damon bared his fangs , nor when he sunk them into your boyfriend’s neck, instead you were holding back your tears, as you had been commanded to.

He held him to his mouth for a moment before dropping his body lifeless upon the ground. And you couldn’t help but stare at the sight.

Enzo wore a content smirk, and it sickened you to your stomach. Damon turned, his thirsty eyes boring into your form, that wanted nothing more than to crumble into a million people.

“You may now speak.” His pupils found yours, engaging with your soul, that felt broken and completely shattered.

“Are you going to kill me too?” A part of you was hopeful that he would, but as he came closer, you recognised the mischief in his stance.

He had plans for you, none of which you suspected to like. “Do it, show Elena how much of a monster you really are!”

If he killed you, you’d have liked to think that Elena would be furious , but it was expected that eventually she would forgive him when he put his humanity back on.

“Or instead...” you feared his humoured expression, eyes flickering between his feet that were walking closer to you and your dead partner that lay lifelessly a couple of meters away. “I could show her how much of a monster you are.”

He bit into his wrist, bringing it towards your mouth, and as much as you felt the urge to squirm, you could do nothing more but stand there and abide his compulsion.

“Are you okay?” Kai asked, brushing his nose against your own, wanting to know if you wanted to continue. He knew that you were a victim of trauma, and he understood it’s affects.

In regards to his past, his coping method had been inflicting it in return. But you had done no foul against him, and so he would not torture you or force you into something that you had no intention of continuing.

“Yeah.” You breathed, blinking to push the memory away, temporarily at least. “Bedroom.” You ushered, squealing distractedly as he hoisted you into his arms, wrapping your legs perfectly around his waist.

He dropped you upon the mattress, hovering over you, removing his shirt after you began to tug on the dark and rain pelted material.

Leaning your elbows, you unclipped the back of your bra, discarding it somewhere far from your memory, and Kai sunk down, his lips latching onto your nipple, playing with the other in his rough hands.

“Your fucking gorgeous.” He hummed around your breast, his fingers drifting down your stomach to the band of your leggings.

His compliment made you smile, and as he ripped off your pants, he slipped a hand inside of your panties, rubbing your sensitive flesh. But you groaned, frowning at his tantalising actions.

“Just need you inside of me.” You told him, and he was more than happy to comply, so he worked on his belt, as you slipped off your own underwear, and removed the torn fabric from around your legs.

When you looked up, you noticed that he was completely bare, and already had himself in hand. There was precum balancing on his tip and at the sight you licked your lips.

“You ready?” He asked bringing his head down to your chin, placing a delicate kiss upon the bump, and teasing his other tip against your opening, swiping through your wetness and using it to lube himself up.

“God yes.” You sighed, your hands finding refuge upon the back of his shoulders, your nails sinking into his firm skin.

And so, with consent, he pushed in, groaning at the initial tightness. “And I thought that it was wet outside.” He laughed, causing you to snort, he was funnier than you had expected him to be.

It almost made you swoon, but no, you couldn’t be interested in Kai, could you? Everyone thought you had been, even Bonnie had stated that you often undressed him with your eyes in the worst of situations, but it had never been a big deal to you.

And then it hit you like a ton of bricks, with a snap of Kai’s hips. All along you had denied any interest of another man, all because of the one that you had lost. And everyone already knew that there were sparks between you and the witch, before either of you had caught on.

“Shit.” He huffed, reaching down and biting your lips, causing your eyes to flutter sensuously, and dark veins to appear underneath.

At the feeling, you tried to bury your face sidewards into the pillow so that he couldn’t see, but he held you still as he gave shallow thrusts inside of you.

“Don’t look away, I think you’re beautiful.” Him saying that alone had you almost in tears. Despite trying to bring Aaron back you feared what he would think of you when he returned, or well, if he could.

Would he think you a monster, that stood idly by when he was killed? Because if so, you’re heart would literally break, and you wouldn’t be able to bare living any longer.

Living, funny. You hardly described what you were doing as such anyways. But currently, you did truly feel alive again, perhaps that was just the affect of having a dick inside of you.

But as Kai reached down and fiddled with your clit, you knew that you were done for. Your head fell back, eyes closed and mouth open, showcasing your fangs, your orgasm hitting you like a train.

He continued his movements until he felt he was nearing his point, and then he finished too, having no worry in impregnating you as you were well, to put it lightly , dead.

Both of you panted as he pulled out and fell beside you. Your eyes stared at the ceiling, your concentration eventually broken when Kai spoke.

“Damon did it, didn’t he? He turned you.” Your face had returned to its previous disguise, you looked human once more. But it was no secret that you were now a savage, a monster like Damon.

“Yeah.” You bit your lip, trying not to cry at the thought. It was the last thing in the world that you ever wanted, but Damon knew that too. And so he had cursed you, for all of eternity.

“Then he deserves to die.” Kai stated, he was already against the Salvatores, but his hatred for them had just increased.

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