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victory lap ⊹ ࣪ ˖

lando norris x rival!Mercedes!reader

26.08.24

୨ৎLando proposes a bet that if he gets pole and wins from pole in Zandvoort then he gets to not use a condom next time you and him have sex.

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smut

unprotected p in v sex, kinda bratty reader, lando smacks readers ass twice, sex on the floor, lando is controlling but in a good way, probs more

ngl this is prob the best smut ive ever written so far lol kinda like this one bc i love lando two wins!!! Also this is pretty long i dont know how many words

The tension between you and Lando had been building up for years. The two of you were rivals on the track, always pushing each other to the limit, but beneath that fierce competition lay something neither of you could ignore—an undeniable sexual tension that everyone seemed to notice. The paddock was rife with rumours, and even your respective teams had exchanged knowing glances whenever the two of you were around each other.

It all came to a head one balmy summer evening at Zandvoort. The Dutch Grand Prix was notorious for its challenging circuit and passionate fans, and both of you were ready to put on a show.

You were lounging in your driver room, going over your strategy for the weekend when Lando sauntered in, a cocky grin plastered on his face. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, his McLaren race suit unzipped just enough to give a glimpse of his undershirt. He was clearly up to something.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, his voice dripping with that signature mix of charm and mischief. “How confident are you feeling about this weekend?”

You looked up from your notes, meeting his gaze with a raised eyebrow. “Confident enough to wipe that smug look off your face, Norris. Why do you ask?”

Lando chuckled, pushing himself off the doorframe and walking over to you. “Well, I was thinking... How about we make things a little more interesting this weekend?”

Your curiosity was piqued. “Oh? And what exactly did you have in mind?”

He leaned in close, his arms draped around your shoulder and his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, “Let’s make a bet. If I get pole position and win from pole, then the next time we have sex i don't wear a condom." He stayed silent for a few seconds, then leaning his face closer to your ear so his nose flattened, "Let me finish inside of you, baby."

A shiver ran down your spine at his bold proposition. You knew Lando liked to push boundaries, but this was a whole new level. Still, you weren’t one to back down from a challenge, especially not from him.

“And what do I get if you don’t?” you asked, your voice steady despite the way your heart was pounding in your chest.

“If I don’t win from pole, you get to call the shots next time,” Lando replied, his eyes darkening with the unspoken promises laced in his words.

You leaned back in your chair, pretending to consider it, even though you already knew your answer. “Alright, Norris. You’ve got yourself a deal.”

Saturday came around, and the atmosphere at Zandvoort was electric. The roar of the crowd, the smell of burning rubber, and the thrill of competition all combined to create an intoxicating environment. Qualifying was intense, with both you and Lando pushing your cars to the absolute limit.

“Lando Norris takes pole position!” the announcer’s voice boomed across the circuit.

You clenched your fists, a mix of frustration and anticipation bubbling within you. Lando had done it—step one of the bet was complete. But there was still the race to come, and you were determined to give him a run for his money.

Race day dawned bright and clear, the sun shining down on the packed grandstands. You could feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you strapped into your Mercedes, your focus narrowing down to the task at hand. The lights went out, and the race began with a flurry of motion.

Lando held his position at the front, but you were right on his tail, refusing to give him an inch. Lap after lap, you pressed him, looking for any opportunity to overtake, but he defended fiercely, his car perfectly placed at every turn. The tension between you both was palpable, each of you pushing the other to the brink.

As the race neared its conclusion, you realized that Lando was going to pull it off. He had driven impeccably, and despite your best efforts, you couldn’t find a way past him. At this point you were nowhere near him. He had a 20 second lead and had lapped over half the grid.

Your heart sank as the reality of the situation set in. Lando had won the bet. As you pulled into the pit lane, you saw him celebrating with his team, his face lit up with triumph. But when he caught your eye, his smile turned into something more—something darker, filled with desire.

Later that evening, after all the interviews and celebrations, you found yourself in Lando’s motorhome. The air between you crackled with anticipation as he closed the door behind him, shutting out the world.

“You know,” he said, his voice low and rough, “I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed winning a race this much.”

You swallowed hard, your body already responding to the heat in his gaze. “You got lucky, Norris.”

He smirked, stepping closer until you were backed up against the wall. “I think we both know it wasn’t just luck, Y/N. Now, are you ready to pay up?”

Your breath hitched as he pressed his body against yours, his hands sliding up your sides. You could feel his heart pounding in time with your own, the intensity between you both reaching a fever pitch.

“You won fair and square,” you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation.

Lando’s eyes darkened, and he leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. It was fierce, filled with all the pent-up desire that had been simmering between you for so long. His hands roamed over your body, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss.

Lando didn't waste anytime before he urged you backwards towards the sofa. Your mouths slotted together and his hands groped and explored your body, going from your chest to your thighs. His hands manoeuvred the remains of your race suit to the floor, only leaving you in your fireproofs. With the reduced barrier, he could easily press against you causing you to let out many gasps and a few tugs to his hair.

Pulling away slightly, you mumbled into his mouth, “Lan, hurry up.”

He paused, eyes scattering over your features. His face was no longer the happy winner everyone outside saw. He was now drunk with a lust filled haze. He lifted himself up off of you slightly, bringing a hand to your face and caressing it with the utmost care. His breath felt warm against your face, causing your eyes to flutter shut. The calmness you were experiencing was cut short by the strong grip Lando had on your face, squeezing your cheeks and puckering your lips.

"You're the one needing to be faster." He practically growled, looking deep into your eyes. "Remind me who came first." He paused, awaiting your answer. "Who won the bet?" His voice sent shivers down your spine.

"You," you mumbled, then began to smile as his hand drifted to your neck. He returned the smile and slowly moved his face to the underside on your jaw. He kissed it sweetly, then tightened his grip.

"Louder, baby." He commanded, his words dark but mixed with the feather light kisses sent your head into another dimension.

"You!" You spoke up, earning a nip to your neck. He then came back to your face to then deepen the kiss you had earlier.

He moved your lower body so he could fit more comfortably between your legs. Your hands desperately gripped at his damp hair, needing to hold anything to ground yourself.

You felt the hand around your neck slowly trail down the length of your body before settling at your groin. Your legs attempted to close shut, although his waist was preventing you from doing that. He began to work at your clothed clit, his thumb easily circling over the smooth fabric.

"Uh-" your voice cut off as he pressed on the dampening fabric harder.

"There you go, you're speeding up. Getting wet so quickly," He spoke condescendingly as he nuzzled his nose in your cheek. "Why cant you be like this on track?" He began to mouth at your neck, causing you to let out a breathy moan. As much as you hated Lando's cockiness, god was it hot.

“Shush.” You moaned, an audible show of your composure.

You could barely speak, Lando's thumb never faltering on your soaking clit. His body was overwhelming you, and you started to squirm. However, that same thumb stopped giving pleasure. Before you could protest, he was hastily ripping your fireproofs off. This left you bare and flushed below him. Your chest heaving up and down as his eyes scanned over our body.

He leaned up to nip at your ear, surely leaving a mark this time, as you expelled a breath of pleasure as his fingers worked their way into your slit.

Your words were lost on you, wanting to ask when he was going to get to the real reason of your bet. But in all honestly, you didn't care if he would carry on pleasuring you. However, you did want his fingers to enter you, to leave you wanting more of a stretch for days after.

His fingers left your aching cunt, leaving it to pulsate rhythmically. You reached out to hold his hand, an iron bruising grip you're sure of it. His race suit clad crotch bumped against your bare one, giving a shock of unexpected pleasure.

"Lan!" you practically yelled, your squeal bouncing off of the surrounding walls.

He shushed you, then ordered you to not touch yourself. He slowly slinked up off of the sofa, eyes solely focused of your slightly twitching body. The rest of his race suit joined yours on the floor, in addition to his fireproofs.

His cock sprung free, the tip beat red and dripping at the sight of you. Lando stood proud for what felt like forever. His left thumb was stroking his lip as he shook his head in the opposite direction. That's when he uttered-

"Get on the floor."

You submissive sex haze briefly broke, thinking you heard him wrong.

"The floor?" You pushed your body up, looking at him like he just asked you to get on the floor like an animal. Oh wait-

"I won the bet, baby." He smirked, eyes still raking over your nude body. "Floor, there's not enough space on the sofa for us."

With a sigh and a reluctant nod, you melted your way off of the sofa. You knew the position he wanted you in, he rarely fucked you when not in it. You laid on the floor for a few seconds, collecting yourself. Lando saw you laying there, not having you be a pillow princess he ordered you to-

"Flip around, ass up. I know!" You rolled your eyes, then did it. What you didn't expect was a harsh smack to your ass. You let out a mixture of a moan and a sound on pain.

"Enough of the bratty attitude," He smacked your ass lighter this time then gripping the plump, reddening flesh.

Finally, you thought, the head of his cock began to notch at your entrance. His fingers had intertwined with the nodded strands of your hair and he pulled up as his dick pushed into your cunt in a swift motion.

You both let out a groan of pleasure. Lando held himself there, letting you and himself adjust to the jaw dropping pleasure. This was the first time the pair of you were having sex without a condom, and god did it already feel a million times better. The pair of you had to focus to not cum straight away.

No words were needed between the four walls of you sex filled haven, as Lando thrusted into you. His palms splayed on your hips controlled your movements as his relentlessly bullied his cock further and further into you. You hands struggled to hold onto something, eventually finding solace in Lando's fireproofs.

His name was chanted like a prayer from you, in return you got delicious sounding moans and groans from behind you. You were sure his face didn't look all that different to yours in the moment. Pleasure filled, and only focused on the other.

His repetitive ruts and the bruising grip on your hips rendered you speechless. You wanted to say keep going, feels so good. But that was the problem, since the pleasure was that unbelievable you couldn't say. The loud sounds of sex echoed as your skin slapped in a fast tempo, each smack more pleasureful than the last.

Lando leaned closer to you, chest flat of you back. At every thrust you could feel the tense of his abs and the perspiration drip onto your equally sweaty skin. He began to mouth at your neck, settling for small thrusts whilst he was buried at the hilt. One on his hands slithered away from your hips and found solace on your breast.

His hot breath spread across your neck and down your spine as you shivered. His moans had turned to grunts and pants.

"Like it when you can feel me this good?" He grinned into your hair, leaving small kisses in his wake. "Like it when your this full?"

You wanted to nod, only giving a weak, stuttered head movement. The remaining hand on your hip drifted to your swollen clit. He helped ease you to completion.

"Aren't you glad I got pole." He teased you. "That I won. You wouldn't feel this good if I didn't."

You whimpered at his words, too turned on to be annoyed that he won and you didn't. But yeah, you were happy he won. He doesn't have to know that though.

You wanted to tease him, give him payback to what you were feeling, what you always felt with him, however none of that would be happening. He knew you like he knew the tracks the pair of you frequented, and knew that you were actual putty in his hands this very moment.

He picked up his pace, resulting you to let out loud moans and sexual noises of the like. The speed of his thrusts felt as if his dick was going to come out, luckily it didn't and you got the full pleasure.

His fingers at your clit sped up, he sensed how close you were solely on how your body tensed up.

"Come on, you can cum for me. I know you can-"

His hand came up as fast as his reflexes allowed, as you came. He slowly reduced the pleasure he was giving to your clit and eventually reached his own high. Your neck vibrated at the animalistic groan he let out into it.

Needless to say, the pair of you would be having more bets like this.

Please don’t steal my work, much love ᡣ𐭩

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see you around pt. 2 | l. at

swim captain!anton x fem. reader | 7.1k words

contains: a little rough? a little toxic? a secret situationship and it's consequences

see you around: part one | part two

anton shook his restless legs off first. it felt like excitement and dread commiserated at the soles of his feet, working all the way up to his stomach where nerves sat solid like a rock. he was sure that the weight from the anxiety would bring him down like an anchor in the water. so he continuously jumped in place, trying to loosen whatever he could mentally and physically. he waved out his arms to try and warm up his limbs before they had to tear through the water. 

he normally focused on the ground as he tried to get in the zone. staring at the lip of the pool or the tile floor between his toes helped him avoid the faces he didn’t need to see and drown out the sounds he didn’t need to hear. 

anton had developed the habit at some point in his swimming career that looking into the crowd was bad luck. he didn’t need to know who was in the stands to perform well, he shouldn’t even be thinking about anything else but his competition.

“take your mark.” the announcer called.

anton didn’t know if bad luck was real. for all he knew it was just a made up superstition. he couldn’t stop himself from scanning the crowd when he lifted his head to put on his lycra swim cap. he squinted looking for a certain face before putting on his goggles. he was so distracted he didn’t even wave to the people he recognized. friends and family of his teammates waved to him first and anton already came up with the excuse that he was “in the zone” if anyone asked. 

he still looked around the whole gymnasium, doing a complete 360 to scan the stands. he felt that familiar sinking feeling that was so all consuming he almost missed the command to step to block. 

he shook out his legs and head one last time before going into his position. he put all of focus to the end of the pool, cancelling out everything else to hear for the official start. 

“i’ll try my best to make it.”

in the split second your voice infiltrated anton’s mind, he heard the starting signal. he panicked, departing from his block later than the rest of his heat. even if it was fractions of a second anton knew it was precious time he wasted. he gave it his all to try and make up for it, pushing himself beyond his limit until he hit the end of the pool. he kicked off the edge, working his limbs until he made it back to his starting position.

he still heard your voice as he kept half of his face below the surface of the water. he was too nervous to look at the finishing times, instead gauging the reactions of his teammates. when he saw some of them clench their teeth and look to anton he finally looked up to the board. his name was clear as ever, his placement in his heat made him sink further into the water. third is no place for captain, much less in a competition as important as this one. embarrassment was like a metal ball around anton’s ankles, threatening to drag him all the way to the bottom of the pool. 

when anton emerged from the pool he sat with the rest of his team. he silently passed the baton to the co-captain and the coach as he settled into his seat. 

anton spent the rest of the swim meet with his chin in his hands and his elbows on his knees. he subconsciously bounced his leg, trying his best to be the captain his team needed. he was grateful they understood his need for silence after his lackluster performance, but even the silent support couldn’t help him. he only occasionally looked up when he was addressed directly, giving a halfhearted response. 

when the swim meet was over anton stayed in the locker room long after everyone else had left. with his towel over his head and leaning against the wall anton still couldn’t bring himself together. it was worse with the towel covering his eyes, taking away his vision completely. usually when he was in this position it was easier for him to clear his mind, the darkness giving him a chance to meditate. but when he closed his eyes all he could see was himself looking for you in the crowd. his mind came up with the vision of you in the stands, wearing the school colors to show your support. he imagined you waiting for him outside of the locker room, with his duffle bag slung over your shoulder as you gave him a hug and kiss for doing so well. 

anton grabbed the towel to see the blaring light of the locker room showers, drying his head before balling the towel in his fist. he got up from the bench slowly and got dressed even slower.

by the time anton left the gym it was well into the night. he looked up to the moon while putting on his headphones, turning up his music so loud to drown out his thoughts. he passed by a few of his teammates and they mouthed their condolences.

“we have all had meets where our reaction time is shit”

“you still did well.”

“there’s always next time.”

anton nodded to each one, tacking on a distracted thanks. he wasn’t sure what they were saying underneath his music, and he honestly couldn’t be bothered. no words could make him feel better. he just needed to sleep and go back to practice the next day ready to be the best captain and apologize to his coach.

as anton adjusted the strap of his duffle to his other shoulder, he felt his phone buzz in the pocket of his sweats. he already knew who it was, if the sun being down wasn’t the biggest indicator. 

he ignored it at first, distracting his hands by turning up the volume on his bluetooth headphones. but when the buzzing persisted it got harder and harder—anton convinced himself that it was one of hiss teammates as he reached his hand into his pocket to pull out his phone. he stopped walking across the grass as his lockscreen lit up his face.

heyyyyyy

you up?

anton scoffed seeing your messages. he wondered if you even remembered that he had a swim meet today. he told you about the important date with a smile on his face as he held your hand tightly. he made sure to ask you if you could go, telling you about how important it was to him for you to be there. he replayed the moment in his head over and over again as the disappointment turned into anger. before anton could turn off his phone and completely ignore you, he got another message.

you can come over if you’d like.

anton couldn’t help but get excited your message. this was his first ever official invite to your place. he had tried before, dropping hints like asking who your roommate was, if you had a loft bed, what decorations you had in your dorm. anton had exhausted all possible hints besides telling you directly how badly he wanted to be in your space. eventually he gave up, settling for all your intimate moments to happen at his place instead. but here he was, standing in the middle of the quad staring at your text message that felt like the other side of this talking stage hell. maybe you had heard about his failure at the swim meet and wanted to make it up to him. maybe you were going to apologize and promise to make it to all of his other swim competitions. maybe you were going to claim anton in some way besides the fading bruises on his thighs. without thinking twice, anton’s thumbs typed out a quick message while his feet started heading in the direction of your building.

i’ll be there soon

what’s your room number?

anton made it to your dormitory building quickly. despite never being inside he remembered exactly where it was on campus, memorized by all the times he walked you home late at night. he remembered that there was always a stick in the backdoor—one that he kicked out of the way when he made his way in. anton slowly made his way up the staircase, a nervous hand on his duffle until he saw the floor that was in your text. 

he made his way down the hallway, reading each name on the door until he found yours. he saw your roommates name next, written in block text right next to yours. anton wondered where your roommate was, if she knew about him. something told him that she didn’t as he quietly knocked on your door.

instantly you opened the door wide, making him pull his hand back quickly. anton watched you peak your head past the frame of your door, looking left and right down the hallway. you looked up at him and anton already knew what question you wanted to ask.

“no one saw me.” he said.

anton didn’t care to hide the annoyance in his voice anymore. it didn’t even seem like you noticed as you pulled him into your room by his hand that wasn’t holding his duffle.

anton didn’t even get a warm hug or a hello before you were on him. instead of a sorry all he got was his back being pressed to your closed door. he didn’t get a confession, only your greedy hands moving the duffle off of his shoulders for it to fall on the floor while you kissed exposed parts of his face and his neck. 

any other time anton would’ve given in instantly, maybe even felt pride in the way you very clearly needed him. but all he could think about while your hands went underneath his hoodie was that he needed you earlier and you were nowhere to be found.

“how was your day?” anton asked.

he tried making eye contact with you, to have a real conversation. maybe if he was treated like a human and not a living breathing fuck toy by you for more than ten minutes he could make it through another week of wanting more from you. but you didn’t bother stopping to speak to him, you only focused your eyes on the next part of his body that you were going to kiss.

“good.” you splayed your hands across anton’s taut stomach, pressing slightly to push him against the door. “i missed you a lot.” you said.

for the first time during your whole arrangement, anton didn’t read too much into what you said. you missed him the same way all people missed things they didn’t truly want. the quick satisfaction then being able to cast it away until you craved it again. you missed physical fulfillment, getting off and then going to bed. you didn’t miss him by any means. 

when you got on your tiptoes to kiss anton he pressed his head against the door, moving out of your reach. you didn’t think twice, you didn’t bother to ask him why he wasn’t touching you with the same enthusiasm. you only went to his neck, kissing on the skin underneath his chin. anton looked forward, focusing on what he believed to be your bed as you continued to kiss him. he saw tiny indicators of your niche interests on your side of the room. anton wondered why he felt like he barely knew you. even if your relationship was a secret, it felt like you had no relationship at all.

“why are we at your place?” anton asked.

“karina went back home for the weekend.” you murmured.

anton felt your hand grab at his and guide them to your waist. he could see you finally starting to notice that he wasn’t giving you the normal amount of attention. you still looked up to him and smiled brightly.

“it’s just me here.” your hand went to anton’s face, trying to bring him closer to you. “all by myself.” you said.

anton partially gave in. he let his hands rest a little heavier on your hips, he even let the tips of his fingers sneak under the waistband of your sleeping shorts. you rested your body against his, placing greedy kisses that anton broke away from before you could push your tongue into his mouth. as you kissed him, all he could think about was the feeling of him looking in the stands hoping to see your face.

“you’re too cool for swim meets now?” anton asked in between your kisses.

that got you to stop. while you were still pressed to his lips he looked down to see your eyes open.

“hmm?” you acted confused, the end of your hum lifting in confusion.

anton felt the annoyance rush back over his body as he brought his hands up to your shoulders. he pressed on you lightly, separating you far enough that you could no longer touch him.

“i had that really important swim meet today.” anton said.

anton saw you think as you brought your finger across your lips to wipe the spit off of them. you were silent, not pushing or pulling from anton’s hands that were still on your shoulders.

“i didn’t know you wanted me to actually go.” you said.

“that’s why i asked you if you could go.” 

anton let his irritation get the best of him. being angry with anyone still felt so unnatural to him. he ended up laughing lightly at the end of his statement in an attempt to lighten his delivery. you noticed, your eyes scanning face. he saw your small pout and feel your hands still against his stomach.

“i’m sorry i couldn’t make it to your swim meet.” you said after a beat of silence.

anton felt himself get warm at your apology. your eyes did show sincerity, and your hands went to his hands that rested on your shoulders. anton felt you squeeze once and then twice, letting out a sigh after the second. but as soon as the sincerity was visible it was gone again. your hands that squeezed his went to his arms, then his chest, and began drifting down again.

“i’ll make it up to you.” you smiled, reaching your hand down the front of anton’s sweats. 

when anton felt your hand go into his underwear he took in a sharp breath and closed one of his eyes trying to focus. 

“ahh ahh.” anton said quietly.

he tried to bring his hands that were on your shoulders to your wrists to stop you. before he could, he felt your energy change and your hand freeze in place.

“you’re not hard?” you asked.

you tilted your head at the feeling of anton being semi-hard at best in your hand. you even gave him a few experimental strokes, looking down in his pants to see that nothing was changing. when you looked to anton for answers all you saw was that his eyes were screwed shut. his hand clenched around yours and he shook his head before hanging it low. 

you took your hands from his pants and placed them on his waist, nervously pinching the gray fabric between your fingers. anton had to let out another breath to try and collect himself. when he looked down at you he saw an unreadable expression, something akin to jealousy when you spoke again.

“did you see someone before coming here?” you asked quietly.

anton felt the rage across his body as he took in your words. he tilts his head and squints at you assuming something so shamelessly. it’s the biggest insult to anton and so out of his character it felt like projection.

“did you have a dick appointment that fell through or something?” anton pulls your hands from his sweats and puts them at your sides. “is that why you called me to your place?” he asks

anton hates that he sees you put your mask back on again as you try to seem nonchalant.

“i called you here because i wanted to see you.” you say.

anton shakes his head and you can see his intent to roll his eyes at you.

“you called me here because you want to me to fuck you.” he scoffs.

“why are you acting like this?” you ask.

when you ask your question, the unmistakeable look of sadness crosses anton’s face. you knew why, there had to have been a reason why anton doted on you so severely, why he always asked you to stay at his place, and why he always looked at you with those puppy eyes. anton was tired of acting like everything was okay, that’s why he was acting like this. 

anton still let the sadness show across his face and you felt your heart drop. you almost wished he was angry, something in your face that you could feed off of. but when he looked down at you and when his hands loosened their grip on your shoulders you felt something inside of you begin to shrivel up. you fed off of his energy the same way a flower did to the sun or a parasite did to a living organism—whichever you were was still being decided. regardless you had to get something from anton to distract yourself from looking at him for too long. before something else could happen, you pointed your eyes away from anton to focus on his chest.

“why am i acting like this?” anton echoed.

you nodded your head and pressed your hands to anton’s chest again. you wanted him to feel how timid you were, how this was the first time you ever touched him with uncertainty. you hoped that you could convey it through body language that you couldn’t handle this conversation if he kept pressing it. with your confidence curving you hoped that anton would feel the same sort of sick pride you always felt. with him being the one that’s sought after and you are the one that’s pining, you pray it’s enough for him to stick around. 

“we make eachother feel good.” you say, still looking at his chest.

you say it trying to rationalize that the sinking feeling in your gut is pleasure. you splay your hands in their place, feeling anton’s solid frame underneath his hoodie. he didn’t pull your hands away—just like that anton’s resolve became a facade you could see right through. you knew he wasn’t going to stop you as you slowly went to your knees, you knew he would only draw in a breath and stare down at you.

“let me make you feel good.” you look up to anton and you suddenly feel a lump in your throat. “i heard what happened at your swim meet.” you said.

you wanted to tell anton that you watched the livestream of his swim meet with bated breath. you wanted to tell him that you yelled at your screen when you saw that he had a late start. you wanted to tell him that you sunk underneath your covers, pulling them up to cover your eyes when he sunk below the water as he looked at his final time. you had the idea to tell him how good he did when he was deep inside of you, so you could say you were only being tender in the heat of the moment. but as you got lower and lower to the ground you realized some things are better kept to yourself.

when you got to your knees you could already see the slight tent forming in front of your face. you looked up to anton while your hands drifted to the waistband of his sweats. he looked down at you and past your pleading eyes. in the silence of anton deciding what he wanted you felt like you were bleeding. the thick skin you had developed was peeled away, every part of you anton brushed against felt like an open wound, when his hands touched your cheeks they felt like they were on fire, when his hand fisted your hair you could already feel the pinprick sensation of you hair being torn out. you were too sensitive, too vulnerable to be on your knees for a man who didn’t seem to want you anymore. you had never been more glad to be wrong than seeing anton’s hand that wasn’t fisted in your hair to reach for the front of his sweats.

“make it up to me.” anton said quietly.

you nodded eagerly before pulling the front of his sweats down. in one smooth motion they were bunched at his ankles leaving anton in only his boxers. he stepped out of his sweats to kick them to the side, slightly widening his stance so you could slot in between his legs. you shuffled forward, knees already feeling raw on your hardwood floors. you hide the pain, you don’t dare to wince as you feel anton in waves. the smell of him is intoxicating even from down here, and the warmth from his body pulls you in even closer.

the tent in his boxers was even more obvious, and anton almost seemed disappointed with himself. you tried to make up for it, letting your hunger show clearly as you messed with the elastic band of his boxers. 

“can i take these off, anton?” you asked, trying to sound as sweet as possible.

he says nothing to you, but uses the grip he has on your hair to nod your head up and down. it’s tighter than he has ever held your hair, rougher than he’s ever been. you can’t deny the thrill that makes you ignore the pain on your scalp. 

you pull down his boxers slowly, any attempt you make to look down is thwarted by anton’s grip on your hair. it’s unforgiving and forces you to look at him in the eyes. even when you pout he doesn’t let up. when anton’s dick comes from his boxers you get to see his lips part, his small breath out as he shuffles on his feet. anton’s grip in your hair finally loosens when he steps out of his boxers. you keep your chin up to look at him, the feeling of finality washing over you as you take in how he looks down at you. he keeps eye contact, even though he looks directly at you it seems like he’s not there. you’re on opposite ends of the world even though you’re as close as two people can physically be. your figurative backs are turned to eachother even though you’re face to face. but you know that time was fleeting, and you felt a cloud of impending doom waiting outside your door. 

after the split second you clear your throat and settle back on your legs. you perk up your chest, trying to look as enticing to anton as possible. 

somewhere along the way during your escapades with anton you found yourself doing a little more for him. maybe it was his unwavering habit of always meeting you on your side. you tried to reciprocate by doing a little more in the ways you knew how. this included dropping tidbits of information he would tell you in passing nonchalantly and inviting him over only after you cleaned your apartment top to bottom and bought all the snacks he likes. but most of all, and possibly the only upfront thing you did for anton, was getting down on your knees even after you told him multiple times you don’t suck dick. you can be a good person when you want, and you have felt the need lately to show anton just that. so you kiss the tip of his dick sweetly, and you press your tongue to the underside of his dick and bring it up slowly.

anton’s hand goes back to gripping your hair from the sudden sensation. his other hand is clenching at his sides, and he already feels himself beginning to lose it. everything is so sensitive when it comes to you touching him. he felt like he could still feel your kisses on the bare skin of his neck. your chapstick stuck to his lips, the subtle taste bathed his tongue each time he poked it out. wetting his lips constantly was no way to keep the murmurs to himself. he was sighing each time he felt your hand occupy the space your tongue couldn’t reach. when you squeezed your hand around the base of his dick he bucked into your hand, and when you took him deep into your mouth he groaned and tilted his head back until it hit your door. 

he didn’t have to guide your head further down his shaft with a fistful of your hair—he didn’t want to. he wanted to see how badly you wanted to please him. he needed to see where all the skill you lacked in the non-intimate aspects of your relationship were channeled to. when you kept his dick in your mouth even when your eyes got glassy anton understood. he looked away when you pulled his dick from your mouth knowing he wouldn’t be able to stand the sight of you in action. 

anton thought things would be clearer from up here, but everything felt even fuzzier. your puffy lips and the want in your eyes made anton forget why he was mad in the first place. you pumped his dick, your spit and his precum aiding your ministrations. you dragged your finger underneath your waterline to collect any stray tears, pressing your hand into anton’s thigh when you were done. he enjoyed feeling of you pressing hard into the muscle of his thigh, and he focused on your hand when you took him back in your mouth again. 

anton leaned his head back against your front door. he felt the wet warmth of your mouth wrap around his tip and then his shaft as you went deeper. the only thing keeping anton from bucking into your mouth was your hand pressing into his thigh. when you gagged you took him out of your mouth again and paused. anton composed himself enough to look down. 

you stared intensely at anton, eyes bleary as you continued pumping his dick. anton could see the gloss from your spit and his precum collect in the corner of your mouth.

“does it feel good?” you asked desperately.

anton nodded and kept his eyes on you. neither of you looked away when you opened your mouth again, and slowly took all of anton. when your nose touched his abdomen he sighed and shuddered. the tension was building up in his stomach again and he let out another whiny breath to try and control it.

“feels good. just like that.” anton’s sigh ended with quiet curse when he felt a vibration in your throat. “feels so good.” he repeated.

you nodded obediently with his dick in your mouth. anton was never the type to take a dominant role in the bedroom and neither were you. sex was comparable to a relay race for the two of you, one constantly passing the baton to the other when everything would be too much or you couldn’t do enough. but right now, you needed to hear anton’s voice. you needed him to tell you what to do, maybe even be a little mean about it too. 

at the praise your started working your head up and down. you would never be able to brag about your skills when it came to blowjobs. you could admit that you had a terrible gag reflex, your ran out of breath easily, and you had terrible rhythm. but there was something about anton and the way he reacted to everything you did that made you feel like you were doing the right thing. each time you hollowed out of your cheeks he gasped, and when your hand worked the parts that wouldn’t fit in your mouth he leaned his body more into your door. you were pulling out all the stops for no reason, even relaxing your throat so you could take him even deeper.

when your hand went to his balls his could hear anton shaking his head. you peaked upwards, desperately trying to make out a view of him past the plane of his stomach and your entryway light shining right in your eye. it didn’t help that he had his head leaned back just enough to leave your line of sight. you kept going, and anton’s energy shifted. you could feel that he was getting closer, and you mentally began prepping yourself for cum sliding down your throat.

anton felt the tension building all over his body. the cold wood of the door he leaned on did nothing to satiate the fever pitch. before you could continue anton used the grip he had on your hair for the first time by pulling you completely off of him.

you reluctantly followed his hand, watching the angry red tip of his dick bob in front of you. anton’s dick was covered in your spit, and you saw precum pathetically bead at the tip from the aftershocks of stimulation. you knew you looked a mess when you tilted your chin to anton again. seeing his appearance remain the same gave you a sick stir. the view from down here was almost painful in the pit of your stomach. anton wasn’t flush-faced while you felt warm all over, he wasn’t a babbling mess like he always was when he was close to finishing. he was cool and collected, the only indication that he was roused like you was the rapid rise and fall of his chest. 

you stayed on your knees, half expecting anton to take away your accomplishment of making him cum by masturbating until he finished on your face. you were waiting for him to be cruel, to deny you satisfaction in some way. but anton lifted you up by a hand on your arm, and kept you steady until your legs started working again.

he stared down at your puffy lips as you swiped your tongue across in efforts to gather yourself. you went to pick at your hair, trying to smooth out the areas he mussed by feel. but most of all you stared at anton, not looking away as you waited for his next move. he looked past you to the bed he assumed was yours and he saw your head turn to look at the bed too.

“which one is yours?” anton asked.

you cleared the small space quickly, wordlessly sitting on the edge of the bed anton assumed was yours. he remembered the sheets during your video calls when you couldn’t sleep and just needed to see him. anton realized how sick he was of you hiding your feelings of seeing him under the guise of sex. he was sick with himself that he let it go on for this long, but his shame didn’t stop him from pulling a condom from his wallet and walking over to your bed.

you sat on your sheets, looking up to anton as he stood in front of you. you could barely make out the features of his face in the darkness of your room, you didn’t have the light from your entryway to give you sight. you could feel his piercing gaze through anything. you tried your best to give him what he wanted from you silently, batting your eyelashes as you reached for the waistband of your shorts. anton’s hand on your shoulder stopped you. 

“ass up.” he said simply.

anton’s voice added an edge to his orders. the softness betrayed the way he truly felt, how he was actually upset with you. you knew he was mad, he had every right to be. but the way he couldn’t bring himself to add base to his voice or raise it made your thrill shoot up your spine. so you listened instantly, moving to the center of your bed to put your ass up in the air. you settled into your arch, waiting for anton to quietly tell you what to do next.

you stayed in the same position as you heard anton get undressed behind you. you heard the sound of his hoodie falling to your floor, the quiet sound of the pendants on his chain clanking together, the sound of him opening the packet of the condom and sighing as he put it on. the anticipation made you wiggle your ass in the air, and you leaned in the direction of where the bed dipped from newly added weight.

anton’s strong hand on your ass kept you in place. anticipation creeped across your body as his other hand went to the waistband of your sleeping shorts. anton wordlessly yanked your shorts down until they were at your knees. he didn’t bother pulling your shorts off the rest of the way and he didn’t bother helping you out of your loose shirt either, he only drifted his hand underneath the fabric on your back until he was gripping your shoulder. 

anton put his legs on either side of yours, and you felt him slap his dick against your bare ass. you couldn’t see what he was doing behind you with your view being obstructed by your body. you could see parts of anton’s broad bare chest behind you, and his strong legs that yours were slotted between. you wanted him to fold over and press his chest to your back��something in you needed to feel anton’s weight over your body. the only pressure you felt was when his hand that was wrapped around his dick went to press your lower back into a deeper arch.

“you can do better than that.” anton said quietly.

you nodded against the sheets and became pliant underneath his hand, going as deep as you could with the limited room. it was enough for anton as his hand on your shoulder tightened and his other hand moved to guide his dick to your entrance. he let his tip prod at your asshole just to feel you squirm underneath him. after hearing his laugh anton guided his dick lower, pressing deep into your entrance. he was teasing you, refusing to go any deeper. as soon as you felt the intrusion it was gone, anton’s shallow thrusts barely gave you anything. when you tried driving your own hips back he kept a strong hand on your ass, keeping you in place.

your shorts that were still around your knees became a hindrance. you couldn’t spread your legs further to make anton hit deeper inside of you, you couldn’t adjust your body at all in this position. you were constricted, only being able to take what anton wanted to give you.

he knew it too. anton knew you wanted more; he could tell by the way your moans ended with exasperated hmph’s or a sigh. he was having fun seeing you struggle. anton believed it was the least of what you deserved. when he heard your moans become pathetic and whiny he gave in, pausing for a second before fully sliding in.

instantly you started losing your form. anton took you by surprise to say the least, and your legs being so close together made you feel tighter. anton pulled out and pushed in again, letting out a groan as he felt you pulsing. anton planted one of his feet into the mattress experimentally to drive his hips forward a little harder, but when he saw you quickly shake your head he went back to his original position.

“too much?” anton asked.

you nodded, words coming out as a moan through your parted lips.

“yeah.” anton felt your ass push against his hand as you tried driving your hips back. “sorry.” you whined.

he couldn’t stop himself from scoffing. your apologies meant nothing to him now. the only thing that mattered was feeling you tight around him and the feeling of your soft skin clutched in his hand. the only thing anton needed to hear from you was begging or your pathetic whimpers. his hand on your shoulder tightened to pull your body back to meet his thrusts.

the force from anton’s hips shook your wooden bed frame and pulled noises deep from your chest. you fisted the sheets from the pleasure and focused on anton’s hard grip on your shoulder to stay present. you could feel yourself clamping around his dick, how his impatient hand tried spreading your legs that were restricted by your sleeping shorts. anton’s grunts with each thrust were getting louder. he paused for a moment and you heard expletives fall fill the silence in your room. after his hips stilled for a beat he drove into you with even more vigor, so hard you became dizzy. you were chanting broken choruses of anton’s name as you felt your hair beginning to stand on end. you could feel your shorts riding up, and your knees began sliding on the soft sheets.

anton’s eyes drifted from your ass to your face when your body started sliding from underneath him. he no longer had it in him to manhandle you back into your previous position, but he also found that seeing you fall apart like this was much more satisfying. you could no longer keep your ass perked in the air for him, something you were so proud of. from the side of your face that wasn’t pressed into the mattress anton could see your tear tracks and you parting your lips each time he gave you a hard thrust. he had emptied into his condom already, not caring to tell you when he was close. he could tell at the very least your body knew he came by the way your walls seized around his dick in a desperate attempt to milk him. anton kissed his hips against yours again, and your body was flat against the mattress.

it was so frustrating seeing you deny all feelings when your bodies were so clearly intertwined. anton had fucked before, he knew that you had too. but it never felt the same as when he was with you, and he never found himself longing for someone outside of the bedroom until you came along. he knew you felt the same way. why else would you let someone reduce you to nothing but a shaking mess? why would you let him continue fucking you long after you came just to make sure he finished too? why else would you reach your hand behind you blindly in a desperate attempt to hold him? 

he knew that you wanted him to hold your hand until you came back to earth. a moment when you were most vulnerable, yearning for something sweet and intimate so you could go back to pretending like you were fucking without feelings. anton decided when the euphoria was done washing over him that he wouldn’t stand for it anymore. maybe some groveling would do you some good—teach you some humility. so when anton drove his hips inside of you one final time he stayed inside and planted his hands on both sides of your head. 

instantly your hand wrapped around his wrist, holding on so tight he was sure you could feel his pulse. he could see your back raise from silent whines, and anton flicked his head backwards to wick the sweat from the ends of his hair. he stayed like that inside of you for a moment, just watching your hand squeeze and try to lift his hand from the mattress so you could hold it. he kept his hands pressed there, and bent close to your back to ghost his lips over your shoulder blades. he saw your skin jump, he saw you weakly raise your body to try and meet his lips. but he didn’t press the same reassuring kiss he always did, he only pulled back and pulled out of you completely.

you whined from the loss of anton inside of you, something still felt incomplete. your argument was coming back into your mind, but you knew bygones would always be bygones with anton. you waited on the bed, turning to your side to give anton room to spoon you. but instead of laying next to you, he only gave your ass a gentle pat before getting off the bed completely.

you sat up in your place as you watched him gather his clothes. you thought he was only looking for his boxers because of his resistance to sleeping completely naked, but when he put on his sweats too you felt almost panicked.

“my roommate isn’t coming back.” you said, hoping he’d get the hint.

anton didn’t look at you as he put on his white undershirt.

“i know.” he looked to you with a straight face. “you told me.” he said.

you felt the embarrassment wash over you at anton very clearly getting ready to go home when you wanted him to stay. you were so used to anton just tending to you silently that you didn’t know how to ask for something even if it was so simple. he looked to you as he pulled his hoodie over his head. he faltered for only a second—once his hands ran through his jostled hair he had the same straight face. 

when anton started walking over to your door, you quickly pulled your shirt over your head and followed him. you stayed close behind, almost like his shadow as he put his shoes on. you clenched your hands when you saw the loose fabric of his hoodie on his arm. it would’ve been so easy to grab it and pull him towards you. but you only stood there and watched him as he put his duffle bag on and had his hand on the doorknob.

“why don’t you stay?” you asked.

you felt relief when anton turned back to you. he seemed to considerate it, and you felt like you had seen something like this before.

“can’t.” he answered.

anton didn’t elaborate, and you knew you couldn’t ask because you didn’t have the right to. he opened your door, the fluorescent lights of the hallway lighting up your dimly lit room. anton didn’t lean down to peck your forehead, or reach across the space that felt like a chasm to squeeze your hand. he just kept his hand around the strap of his duffle and offered you a simple smile.

“i’ll see you around though, yeah?” anton said while walking out to the hallway. 

anton closed the door behind him before you could respond, forcing you to stare at the place where he once stood. you stayed still, wide eyed and confused as you tried to comprehend what just happened.

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legally binded - 5

Jenna Ortega x F!Reader

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Chapter 5: Strobe Lights and a Strong Drink

Summary: After getting caught in some hot waters with the press, you are forced into an unexpected agreement with America's sweetheart, Jenna Ortega to save your career.

Warnings/Tags: dual!pov, famous!reader, actress!reader, mentions of substances, intoxication, mature language, real people. (do not read if any of these make you uncomfortable)

(this is all fiction!)

Note: Oof, what do you guys think? Thanks for reading and all the support guys!

Word Count: 6k+

Shit.

She kissed you.

She didn’t know why she kissed you.

Her fingers trembled even when you were gone minutes later. She brought the shaky fingers up to touch her burning lips, ignoring her sisters’ amused yet quizzical stares.

This whole week with you at her parents house has been nothing short of blissful. It was almost like domestic how you two acted around her family. Unspoken touches and longing stares.

She doesn’t know what to make of it.

All she knows is when she turned to wish you luck, her stomach churned at how delicately you were looking at her.

But before Jenna can think on it some more, her sisters are pulling her away to find a good spot for your performance; Mia, asking passersby which stage people had flocked to.

You didn’t tell her who you were performing with so they didn’t know where to go. Jenna had forgotten to ask.

“Do you know what time she’s going on stage?” Aliyah asks, holding the actress's hand firmly.

“No…” Jenna replied.

“Okay, do you at least know which stage?” Mia asked.

“No.”

“Do you guys ever talk or do you just share silent looks all day?” Mia sighs, fishing for her phone.

Jenna blushes. “I’ll text Link and ask.”

—

She’s buzzing with excitement but she’s impatient. It’s been two hours since you left her.

Jenna keeps sending texts asking when you are coming out to perform but of course, all you do is tease.

You: Stop being impatient, you’ll see soon ;)

Jenna isn’t sure if her suspicions are true but people around her are talking about a surprise guest for Metro Boomin’s set but she doesn’t remember having heard if you had worked with the producer before.

This could be the song you were working tirelessly over this last week.

“Do you think it’s Y/N?” Aliyah asks, peeking her head past the others in the crowd.

They can practically feel the excitement as the music pumps loudly through the gigantic stage.

“I’m not sure.” Jenna shouts, “This is a good set though!”

“Yeah!” Her sister agreed, pulling her to dance. 

The cheers get louder when the song finishes, setting up to transition to the next one; the crowd is amped with anticipation. 

“Everyone, give it up for The Weeknd!”

The crowd explodes as he comes out in an all-white jumpsuit and blacked-out sunglasses.

“Give it up  for Metro Boomin, Coachella!” He praises as he comes out; talking to the crowd as they cheer audibly.

Jenna feels disappointed that it wasn’t you but is still excited when she sees the familiar face. Her sister Mia is practically jumping in her spot, he's one of her favourite artists.

“Jen, come on!” Mia laughs, tugging her closer to the stage, smiling largely.

She fights the urge to pull out her phone and text you again.

10 minutes go by of The Weeknd performing and Jenna’s enjoying herself; forgetting about you for a moment as she dances with her sisters; taking pictures and videos; allowing the music to consume her.

The Weeknd performs well and the crowd is evidently loving him.

Eventually, the music quiets down and the singer starts speaking.

“Can we play some new shit for a second, Coachella?” The crowd screams, excited to be the first to hear a new song. “Alright… then make some noise for Y/N motherfucking L/N.”

A synthesized deep reverberating beat drops and strobe lights flash blindingly in Jenna's eyes making her squint as you ascend through a cloud of thick fog from backstage.

Her jaw drops.

When Jenna gets clear sight of you, she knew you were a sight to behold. "Wow..."

The outfit you are wearing hung off your figure so well and so tight that Jenna wouldn’t be surprised if she was drooling. The heeled boots paired with it give you height accentuating the rest of your clothes well. You changed your hair and makeup and suddenly she understands why everyone she has spoken to has been enamoured by you.

“Woah…” Aliyah trails off, in awe and then turns to her sister with an amused smirk watching her sister's comically enormous round eyes as she continued to stare at you.

You looked like a superstar on that stage.

At first, she thought Link called you that as a joke but as she watched you walk to centre stage, she understood why.

You start singing and Jenna thinks she can pass away now. She can barely hear you as the crowd starts freaking out when seeing you. A sea of phones are immediately pulled out to capture the rare moment of you on stage. Jenna feels like the ground is shaking as the crowd gets ridiculously noisier the longer you sang the unfamiliar words along with the melody.

The beat drops again and Jenna watches as you bounce around on stage with the largest smile plastered on your face as you expertly performed with the other singer.

That's when Jenna felt it.

She knew it then.

Fuck.

She’s so screwed.

—

“Thank you so much for having me Coachella! It's been such a blast!” The crowd screamed thunderously prompting you to painfully clutch your in-ears when you hear just how deafening the audience was now that the backing track wasn't playing.

“Oh shit,” You wince.

You feel loved as you look at the vast and far ocean of blinding lights. This feeling never gets old. It’s been a while since you’ve been on stage; taking a step back to focus on film. When your good friend asked you to do a surprise performance, there was no way you were going to say no.

“You killed it!” Abel laughs in your ear, planting a kiss on your cheek.

“Thanks!” You say bashfully, leaning into the embrace.

“Everyone, give it up for the King of Coachella and Metro Boomin!” You praise, pulling away to yell into the mic, smiling wide and large. 

For a hopeful moment, you scan the crowd, trying to find Jenna knowing she’s watching you somewhere.

Somehow, you spot her past the masses immediately. 

Like a moth to a flame, you find her through the faceless crowd. Jenna had her hands cupped around her mouth as she cheered for you, trying to peek her head above the others.  She drops her hands, landing back on the balls of her feet when you make eye contact and just smiled at you proudly.

As if time stops; you and her just stare at each other for a couple of seconds.

Longer than usual.

Longer than necessary for this PR relationship.

You have no doubts that videos of you and Jenna’s stare-off will be trending by tonight when you see people swinging their arms to pan between you and the other actress when they see your line of sight.

Briefly, you hear mutterings of people in the front row saying Jenna’s name and pointing; getting louder.

You blink, realizing where you were and wave goodbye one last time, steadily springing off stage — itching to get all the eyes off of you.

“That was great Y/N!” Link smiles, hugging you immediately. “Did you hear how loud the crowd was? Holy shit!”

“Thanks, Link… and yeah that was crazy.” You laughed appreciatively, the high of performing and having tens of thousands of eyes on you was starting its comedown. “Come on, I’m dying to get these boots off… no matter how pretty they are.”

“Don’t let your stylist hear that. She was excited about the boots — talked my ear off for 10 minutes.” He rolled his eyes, leading you to a tent backstage.

You follow him, ducking and nodding your head in appreciation as people cheer and compliment your performance.

“Yeah, she does that.” You chuckle.

“So what was that?” He asks lowly.

“What?”

“That kiss.” He looks at you sternly.

“Oh. I’m not sure. She just pulled me in.” You answer honestly, not really having the words to describe it yet.

You’ve been pulled left and right as you got ready for the performance.

“Can you sound anymore like a guy? Give me details how was it?” He leans in.

“I—I don’t know.”

“What do you mean I don’t know. She kissed you! That has to mean something! Maybe you two can finally say goodbye to all that weird silent pining you guys have going on.” He wrinkled his nose in memory of how often he caught the two of you staring into each other’s eyes or swinging hands as you walked in tandem.

The two of you are the very definition of oblivious.

“It’s not pining.”

“Call it whatever you want.”

You sigh, “I don’t really know what it means, Link. It’s just a kiss, it might not mean anything to her..”

“To her?” He takes special note.

You roll your eyes, swinging open the flap of the tent. “Yes for her.”

“What did it mean for you, then?” He turns his back to face the wall as you rapidly change.

“Why do you care so much? When was the last time you were on a date?” You huff; tugging the leather boots off your feet. “Did you try that dating app I told you about? I promise it won’t be like last time.”

“Don’t change the subject.” He growled deeply.

You’re no longer allowed to set him up on dates after that experience.

Huffing, you give in, “I’m not really sure what it meant to me, yet. It all happened so fast but… I don’t think I hated it.”

“Mhm.” You were like a toddler learning to walk. He had to slowly coax you as you learn to do things; like talk about your feelings. “So, what do you wanna do?”

“Do? Nothing, why would I do something?”

“God, you’re dense.”

“Dude!” You throw your hands up.

He rolls his eyes, “Yes, you should do something! Did you not see the way she was looking at you?” He asks confused. 

How did you not see how you two looked at each other?

“I–I, maybe. But I don’t wanna read into it.” You admit. 

“That look from her seemed like it meant something, I don’t know.”

“What? No way.” You wave off, despite your heart darting wildly in your chest at his words.

You don't want to get your hopes up.

“Dude, I’m this close to knocking you out. I don’t care who you are.” You hear his loud puff echo in the room. “Why is the thought of being with Jenna so bad to you? You guys are practically acting like you’re together – you’ve been sharing a bed with the girl when there’s a whole mansion here in the Valley for you. You even started doing chores around her parent’s house Y/N... In all my years of knowing you, you have never even turned on the dishwasher at home. Be honest with yourself for once, really.”

“How do you know about the chores?” You peek your head out the divider, sending him a confused look.

“Jenna… who else. We talk, you know.” He says, back still facing you.

“What do you guys talk about?” 

“None of your concern.”

You rolled your eyes, sighing out long and tired.

“We’re both so busy all the time, there’s no way it’ll work. Do you remember the last person I tried to date? I don’t want that with Jenna. ” Link shudders; he‘s had his fair share of close calls with filing a restraining order… given your history of flings and relationships.

“They’re all either psycho or it just ends up crashing in flames. I don’t want to have to show up at an award show and awkwardly smile at Jenna, pretending like I don’t know her. Or have a song or movie made about me.. again. I knew this PR stunt was bad news.” You shove your head in the t-shirt, feeling much more comfortable in the soft, loose fabric.

“Okay, you don't mean that. Don’t you think you’re –I don’t know–overthinking this a little? Also, I don’t see Jenna as the songwriting type. Maybe an essay about you?”

“Are you done?” You scoffed at the timing of his joke, stepping out from the wall divider. “Also, I think what I said was very reasonable.”

“I’m just saying, maybe she’s different.”

“I doubt it.” Much like your lyrics; you were just as much a pessimist.

But you know you’re lying — you felt instantly just how different she is from anyone you’ve ever met before.

You just didn’t know it could develop into… this.

Even through thousands of people, you managed to find her from that stage. 

Jenna has an omnipotent pull on you that was getting harder to evade.

Something tells you the harder you try to yank away, the tighter the leash will start to feel.

You hated feeling suffocated.

“Y/N.” He says disapprovingly. “You don’t mean that.”

“I don’t know, maybe I do.” You try to appear indifferent; looking away from your best friend to find the matching sweater to your pants.

“Hey. I’m serious. Don’t shut yourself out from the potential of something good just because you’re a little scared.”

“That’s not what I’m doing, Link.” You grow annoyed.

When were you going to get some time for yourself? Without someone questioning you or bombarding you?

"Really? Cause it sounds to me like you're a little scared. I mean, think about it. How different would it be if you two actually dated? Everyone already thinks you're together and you've already been travelling apart for work. Not to mention... you two already act like a couple. It's crazy that you don't see it."

"What?" You look at him bewildered. "No, we don't. It's all for the cameras."

"Dude, it's me. Who are you trying to bullshit? Even Enrique won't stop talking about you two. And you know that guy’s around Jenna all the time.”

You scoff, "That—that doesn't mean anything."

"Please, " He holds a hand up, "I can't handle this today, I'm clocking out. Jenna can deal with you now." Then turns and walks out of the tent.

You huff, not wanting to think about his words.

You could play the fool and say that you have no idea what he's talking about. But you see the longing glances from the other actress.

You pretended not to notice her stares when you were around her family this past week. When her dad was complaining about his car not starting so you offered to look at it for him; a chance for you to get to know her dad a little more (if people asked you, his constant silence still kinda scared you). Or when you were the only one who could get her niece to calm down after fussing that one afternoon. Or when you played basketball with her brother Markus – trying desperately not to trash-talk and cuss out the young, competitive teen.

You get the point, she was always watching and you’re not dumb. You definitely see it; the little hairs on the back of your neck always stand when she’s near. Like your own version of Spidey-senses but with… Jenna. But that doesn't mean anything? 

The two of you are at her parent’s house – she’s bound to be around.

Maybe she was drunk? You did order some cocktails throughout the night and she’d begged you for a couple of sips — even offering to hold it for you when you saw some friendly faces amidst the crowd. You may have indulged her. Hey, she's drank before, you know she can handle her alcohol.

Yeah, that has to be it right? Just the high of the crowd and the buzz of a strong drink.

You certainly felt like you needed one if you had to face Jenna soon.

Walking over to the bottle of tequila gifted to you by the producer’s team, you pop the top off and grab a shot glass. You pour yourself a generous shot and immediately down it, wincing at the burn it leaves in your throat.

You pour another one and another one before you feel like you've had enough — you're taking too long in here.

"Hey, there you are!" Jenna's voice exclaimed behind you after the sound of a tarp being pulled open.

You turn, surprised, still holding the shot glass and bottle of Don Julio 1942.

She perks a brow up, amused. "Celebrating alone?"

"We live alone—"

"We die alone. Orson Welles. Somebody to Love." She cuts in.

"Snob." You laugh then turned and grabbed another glass. "Want one? I won't tell."

"Yes." Jenna grinned and walked closer. "Why does no one ever talk about the second part of that quote?"

"There's a second part?" You wrinkled your nose in confusion.

"Yeah, only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone." Jenna quotes, grabbing the shot you held out for her.

"Oh... that's sweet I guess." You place the bottle down, turning to her; ignoring the added meaning behind her words.

"Yeah, it's one of my favourite quotes." Jenna clinks glasses with you.

"Salud." You raise the glass, tap the table and then take the shot heartily.

"You're a dork." Jenna coughs out, wincing at the burn.

"It's customary, darling." You reply teasingly, pulling out a posh English accent.

Jenna laughs a little too hard at your joke, crinkling her nose. "Is that the Little Women accent?"

You blink, taken aback. "You've seen my movie?"

Jenna reddens. "Yeah..." coughing, "like five times. It got you an Oscar nomination."

"That's cute." You grin, heart practically leaping out of your chest.

"I thought I was supposed to find you?" You remembered.

“You were taking too long… and there’s a steady crowd waiting to congratulate you outside but... I wanted to be the first one.” She looks down, kicking the carpet with her booted toe. 

You grinned, “You liked it?”

She glanced up, laughing, “Liked it? You were amazing! The crowd was so loud, I definitely lost some of my hearing… I think my Mia and Aliyah might even want you as a sister instead.”

You laugh, shrugging. “Thank you, Jenna… but nah, I think the one they got is pretty cool too. They’re lucky to have you.”

She smiles up at you. And like earlier, you find yourself getting lost in her soft, kind eyes. You two have come a long way since that first meeting…

A part of you thinks, how it feels nice to have someone waiting for you backstage after a performance. Someone that doesn't work for you.

"Hey, so um— are we gonna talk about it?" You gain the courage to ask. Usually, you'd beat around the bush, hating confrontation. You're probably the first person to take a hike at the sign of an inconvenience. But this is Jenna.

Your Jenna.

She had kissed you.

Somethings you can brush off and forget, but not this. You find yourself not wanting to do so, so easily either. Something tells you that it's a memory that'll stick with you for a while, if not forever.

You could probably get Alzheimer's and you still won't forget you and Jenna under the strobe lights and rip-roaring crowd.

A tiny part of you held onto the hope that she’d say she meant it but you would never say that out loud.

"Yeah, I guess we should. Um— did you hate it?" She bit her lip in question.

"Did you?" You cowardly cop-out.

She rolls her eyes, smiling a bit but taking the bait and stepping closer to you. "Not really no..."

"Me too." You blurted and Jenna looks pleased.

"Good." Stepping closer. "Do you think, we can, I don’t know maybe do it again?" She whispers, looking up at you.

"Maybe..." You breathe out; arms stiff by your sides as she leans into your personal space.

"Maybe?" She cocks a coy brow, smirking. "You gonna make me work for it?"

She runs her fingers up your hands to your arm to your shoulder before resting them on your neck. A trail of goosebumps litters your skin.

You bit your lip, not missing how her eyes followed your movements. "I—uh,"

"What? Did I finally make you speechless?" She scrapes her nails against the back of your neck as her other hand rested on your stomach anchoring herself. "If I knew all it had to take was kissing you to shut you up I would've done it a long ti—"

You cut her gloating off, pushing your lips firmly to hers; tightly gripping her sheer button-down shirt. You pray a thousand blessings come to whoever bought this shirt for her because the way her skin burned through the fabric had you clutching her tighter than ever.

She groans against the sudden pressure but melts against you; pulling you down by the hand on your neck; kissing you back. Jenna tilts her head to the side, allowing you to slip your tongue past her lips and into her mouth.

When you traced your hand down her back relishing the way she shuddered under the touch — you made sure to stop and toy with the hook of her bra, just teasing before shamelessly moving your hand on her waist; lower than what should be considered modest for a second kiss.

But you don't care because Jenna is in your arms, kissing you back with the same intensity and for the first time, you feel all the tension between you and her fizzle away.

Like two teenagers who finally managed to find some time alone —she's slotting her leg in between yours making you flinch back.

"Mhmm. Jen not here." You mumble against her lips.

"Sorry, sorry. I got carried away." She blinks, unwrapping herself from you.

You laugh, tugging her closer. "I didn't say move."

Jenna gulps at your tone, feeling flushed. "Okay..."

"We should definitely talk about this though, right?" You sighed, leaning your head on top of hers. Jenna leans into your chest.

"Yeah probably. But this is nice too." She wraps her arms around your waist. She decides she likes the way the curves of your waist made a perfect mould for her arms to rest on.

She looks up, chin on your chest to link eyes. "Maybe it can wait until we're home? My sisters are still waiting outside..."

You look down at her, gently smiling. "Yeah, at home."

Your heart skips a beat.

"Okay." She pulls herself away; linking hands to tug you outside.

But she stops walking just before she can open the flap, promptly spinning on her toes and pulling you down to kiss you again. You only hear her satisfied sighs fanning against your skin.

Then she's pulling away too fast for your liking. "Now we can go."

You can't help but grin ear to ear at that.

—

“The Weeknd, really? I guessed him.” She grumbles from beside you as you two walk back to her sisters.

"I told you, he's a friend. We’re working on some of the soundtrack for his new HBO show." You chuckle, swinging your arm over her shoulder to link hands and tugging her close; wanting to feel closer to the young actress.

"The Idol?" She perks up, having heard about the show.

"Mhmm. Just the music." You hum and Jenna wants to laugh at how nonchalant you sound. How did you have time to do music, act and play your part in this PR relationship? "I composed the arrangement of the song."

"What? That's so cool, I actually want to get into composing." She mentions excitedly.

"You're gonna have to come by the studio sometime then, maybe I can show you a couple of things." You grin, eyes tinged with interest.

"Maybe... but don't change the subject, I guessed The Weeknd." She squeezes your hand, mulling over the idea.

"What do you want? A reward?" You chuckle.

"Yes." She mutters.

"Okay. What would you like? I have a lot to offer?" You say teasingly as you approach her sisters.

But Jenna doesn’t say anything, just takes her free hand and wraps it around your neck to pull you down; connecting your lips in another sensible kiss. You couldn’t fight the sigh that leaves your nose when you feel her tilt her head to the side; deepening the kiss.

Multiple bright flashes breaks your moment.

"Mia! Aliyah!" Jenna glares as they keep smiling.

"What?" Mia asks pretending to sound confused, "Oh shit, these are kinda cute, Jenna you might want this."

Jenna grumbles under her breath, embarrassed and tugged you along to stand a fair distance away from her sisters and closer to the stage.

"Send me those!" You manage to yell before she pulls you out of earshot.

"You two are a match made in heaven." She stands in front of you, leaning against your chest with your arms wrapped around her waist— like before you were pulled away from her to perform.

"Is that jealousy I hear, Ortega? I already told you, there's only one that I care enough to impress. You place your head over her shoulder tugging her close.

Not even the humid desert heat can keep you from wanting to feel closer to the other actress. Jenna seems to be just as comfortable as you so you don't pull away.

"Mhmm. Just checking." She traces a finger over the arm steadily wrapped around her midsection; sending shivers down your spine.

—

“A wedding dress?” You perk up, scanning yourself in the mirror. The Prada x Thom Browne custom gown made just for you made you feel like a Disney princess; hints of gothic design and golden tassels hung haphazardly on the train of dress as it’s still in its work-in-progress stage.

“Mhmm.” Your stylist mumbles, watching the fabric flow down your figure. “With its own flair, this is just the base of the dress. We’ll be adding more details to match the theme.”

“It’s stunning but why this?” You ask, twirling on the podium making the seamstress and tailor scowl beside you.

“To match Jenna, darling, what else for?” She says like you’re stupid — which in hindsight, you might be. But hey, it’s been a long week.

"What is she wearing?" You couldn't help but ask.

She snorts an obnoxious laugh, "Nice try sweetie. You'll see what she wears on the day. Thom would also kill me.”

"I thought you worked for me." You grumbled.

“Not for the Met — I don’t. I’ve seen that tiny girl’s wrath. I’ll deal with you over her.”

After Coachella weekend, there was no 'going home' and 'talking about it' with Jenna because you were already being pulled by Link in the other direction by the end of the night. Telling you about how you need to drive back to L.A. to pack for New York, once again.

Sometimes you felt like you were living most of your life on planes.

This meant you had to leave Jenna (and your dog with her) behind in California as you prepare for the annual fashion gala — where this year, you were tasked with the honour of co-hosting among a panel of other stars and Anna Wintour.

Jenna made sure to send you daily updates on their daily walks. You might have saved a couple of those photos… but as of the last few days, you hadn’t heard from the other actress.

"Now go, Link wants you back in your hotel room to go over your duties for the Met." She holds your hand as you step off the podium. The rest of your fashion team scattered off to their own respective corners; taking notes.

"Thank you, darling. It's always a pleasure to work with you." You say appreciatively.

"The pleasure is all mine." She kisses both of your cheeks before ushering you to a room to change.

—

“Hey, you gotta see this.” Link says as soon as you walk into your hotel suite.

“What is it now?” You ask, sliding in to see what he was looking at.

‘Y/N caught with cocaine? Rumours of a possible arrest. Will this be the end of this young star’s career?’

“How did they find out about the coke?” You grabbed the phone out of his hands, re-reading the article for a possible source.

“Not sure. But Liv has her suspicions. She said she’s looking into it and not to worry. Lawyers are saying they don’t have basis to charge you. Some people don’t believe it but you know, people love to stir shit up.” He watches your creased forward. “I wouldn’t worry about it.”

“How can I not worry about it? They’re drug allegations, lawyers are involved. Jake said that part wouldn’t get out to the press because they weren’t mine. He promised.” You give the phone back to him and start pacing the room.

“Hey, hey. Jake and Liv are handling it and Sarah is already in talks of tracking down whoever the possible source is.”

“Sarah… Sarah’s involved.” You mutter.

“Yeah? This kinda affects Jenna too.” He shrugs.

“Fuck. Fuck Jenna knows…” Your eyes widen in realization. Is this why she hasn’t reached out?

The two of you haven’t had time to talk these last few days. She’s been busy with her family and her Dior event while you’ve been on the East Coast prepping for the MET.

Does she know?

“I’m not sure. But if Sarah is involved. Good chances are… Jenna’s heard about it ‘cause she’s been warned.”

“Fuck.” You groan into your hands.

“Does Jenna not know?” Link asks confused.

“I don’t know what she knows, to be honest. I think she might have heard about the coke in the beginning but Jake and Liv made sure to keep that part under wraps. Only my drunken disorderly got out to the press. I–I’m not sure if Jenna ever knew it was true…”

“Y/N, it’s okay. It’s Jenna. I’m sure she’ll understand once you two get a chance to talk.” He places his hand on your shoulder.

“I don’t want to talk about that night, Jake. Especially not with her. It’s not exactly my best moment…”

“Well… I feel like she’s gonna have questions, regardless.” He walks off to the kitchen.

You head to your room to nap away the bad news you just got.

Met Gala duties can wait.

—

“You'll look great beside Jenna."

“Where is she, Enrique?” You tugged on the base of the dress.

“In her room.” He plainly answers, brushing down any wrinkles.

“Can I see her? I need to talk to her.”

His eyes flicker up to you, stopping his fretting. You don’t miss the slight judgment in his eyes. “No can do. She’s still getting ready.”

“I thought we were walking the carpet together?"

“You are. But you’ll see her when she’s done getting ready.”

“Are you mad at me or something?” You couldn’t help but ask, making your makeup artist stop for a moment.

He flicks a brow up, “It’s not my place to be mad at you. You should talk to Jenna.”

“What does that mean?” You furrow your brows.

“Like I said, just talk to her. She’ll be ready in a bit. Meet us on her floor.” Then he walks off

You sighed.

“You’re good to go, hun.” Your glam team confirms.

Eventually, your team trickles out one by one leaving you with a moment to yourself. Closing your eyes, you lean back against your chair and let out a heavy sigh.

You really wanted to talk to Jenna before tonight’s gala.

The news of your ‘possible arrest’ and ‘charges’ is abuzz all over the internet and social media.

It seems like whoever leaked that you were caught with coke made you public enemy number one on certain news outlets, once again.

But people on the internet have differing opinions. Some make fun of the situation, some defend you, and some are outright bashing you.

You’ve deactivated various social media’s, only keeping your Instagram to check on Jenna and her family’s posts from Coachella weekend, but your comments are limited.

The slew of hate you've been hit with from randoms is overwhelming despite you not caring about their thoughts on your life and the way you chose to live it.

There's only so much you can take when the first thing you read when you open social media is your name.

But, you’ve been so swamped with rehearsals and duties as a host that you couldn’t even greet the other actress when she landed. By the time you made it back to your hotel room in the dead of night, you didn’t feel you should disturb Jenna’s much-needed rest — knowing she’s a bit of an insomniac.

“Hey, I just got the okay. We’re good to go. We can meet Jenna.” Link pops his head through the door breaking you out of your thoughts.

You open your eyes, and sighed, taking your time to get up making Link raise his brow. “Hey, it’ll be okay.”

He reassures you once you stepped out of the door, holding the lavish train of your dress behind you.

“Yeah…” You mutter distantly, bunching your dress up with one hand to walk to the elevator.

When you make it to Jenna’s floor your hands begin to perspire. Enrique’s words from earlier ringing loudly in your ears, he definitely made it sound like Jenna was mad at you.

She was right, you do jump to conclusions.

You force yourself to take a calm, deep breath as you wait for her door to open; nervously tapping your high-heeled foot on the carpet.

When the door creaks open, your eyes are snapping to it immediately.

“Wow…” You do a double-take, with a wide-eyed goggle — taking a step back to admire her custom tuxedo dress.

“Thanks…” She tucks a hair behind her ear, glancing down shyly.

“Jenna… I mean it, you look— wow. I mean—“ You stutter embarrassingly. 

In all your ears as a performer, you have never been so tongue-tied. What is this girl doing to you?

Even Enrique couldn’t help but laugh behind her, easing the tension as Jenna just flicks an amused brow at you, despite her reddening cheeks.

Clearing your throat, attempting to hide your unabashed staring, “Sorry, I just mean— you look beautiful.”

“Thank you… so do you.” She muttered gingerly.

“You like it? It’s a little on the nose.” It was your turn to blush as you glanced between your outfit and hers — a bride and groom. You try not to put too much meaning on the implication.

“It was my idea, actually.” She admitted.

“Really?” You asked, surprised.

“Yeah,” She steps out, walking ahead of you. “It’ll be great for the press.”

That word was starting to grind your gears whenever it left her mouth.

You frowned as she walked further away.

"Can we talk? I need to tell you something." You slide in next to her.

Damn her and those heels.

"Not now, Y/N," Jenna whispers coldly, sparing you a warning look.

"It's important Jenn—"

"Y/N. I'm serious. Don't make things worse." She says with certainty that made you slightly afraid but knowing when to keep your mouth shut has never been your strong suit.

"You know... about the article." You trail off, unsure how you feel.

"Of course. I know, Y/N. God." She rolls her eyes and walks into the elevator.

You keep your head down and shove yourself into the opposite corner of the metal box; not wanting to be close to the other actress as you attempt to cool down.

She really believed a gossip article?

When the door opens, you couldn’t help but slide in beside her. “And you really believe it? Over me?”

She sighed, pulling you aside to a secluded corner and let both of your teams walk ahead; ignoring their prying eyes.

“I don’t know what to believe Y/N.”

You scoff, brows furrowing, “Me… believe me, Jenna.”

“How?” She says bluntly and you feel your heart drop at her tone and how sure she sounded about her accusations. 

You know you’re the farthest from a saint. Did what you do warrant this reaction from her? 

Maybe. 

But you felt like you should still be able to explain your side.

She takes your stunned silence as a prompt to keep talking.

“This is what you do. You run away from things until it catches up to you. We’ve spent the last few months by each other sides and you never brought up the—“She takes a deep breath, glancing around wearily, “Coke… so you tell me Y/N, what should I believe? ‘Cause it feels like you haven’t been upfront with me.”

“Upfront with you–” You laugh resentfully.

“Guys, we gotta go!” Link yells before you can give in to your rising anger.

I guess you know where you stand with her. 

“We—We’ll talk about it later,” Jenna sighs, hanging her head low as if she were tired.

Deep breath...

“Don’t bother. Point made."

“What was that?” Link asks, holding his elbow out for you to take as you walked away from the other actress.

“My answer.” You mumbled, bitterly.

Maybe she is just like the rest of them.

–

not even sorry about it…

(fun fact: my @ is a play-off of House of Balloons by The Weeknd)🫢

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Number Neighbors Pt.30

Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Natasha Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary:  When you catch sight of the newest trend going around you know you’re all but bound to at least try it, it was harmless anyway. What could possibly stem from something so little?

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The plane ride home gives you plenty of time to think. You use up half of the time trying to come up with what you’ll say to Nat if you ever see her again. So far all you’ve come up with is- 

‘ Hey! guess what? I figured out it was you I was talking to the whole time- oh and also I’m in love with you!’ and you’re pretty sure that’s a bit too much to throw at her all at once.

So you use the other half of the time to sign the hundreds of petitions that people from all over the world have created to fight against your government's stupid decision. It’s a rare moment where people are coming together to agree on one unanimous decision and it’s kind of beautiful.

There’s been people protesting outside of courthouses and social media’s blowing up with reasons why the Avengers should be dropped of all their charges.

When your mom dropped you off at the airport you promised her you would tell her everything that’s been going on once you finished your business and she gave you a stern look that said ‘you better’ before ushering you to your gate.

After a lot of contemplation, you decided you would drop off your bags at your apartment and then head to the police station to file a report about your stalking. It had been peaceful being in your hometown but now that you were back home you didn’t want to spend every day living in fear of the people following you.

After that, you would head to Avengers Tower. You didn’t know if they’d believe you even with all the proof you’ve gathered but it was worth a shot. At worst, they’d kick you out. At best, they’d let you in to wait for Nat or send her some sort of coded message to tell her you were waiting for her.

You’re not sure if she’d come back just for that reason but if she at least knew you were waiting for her maybe the guilt would urge her to come back and at the very least, apologize in person.

~~

You’re a little disoriented from the jet lag when you touch down, nearly falling asleep in the Taxi to your apartment when you jolt awake at the sound of people yelling and cars honking. Out the window, there’s a large crowd of people with signs heading in one direction and you’re thankful you’re not in it.

Your cab driver apologizes for the traffic delay, telling you that apparently there was some kind of big meeting going on at the courthouse and everyone was making a big fuss about it. You figure the news about the meeting must have dropped while you were on the plane and make a mental note to check for updates once you set your bags down.

Despite it still being around noon, exhaustion weighs heavy on your bones from the chaos of the last few days and you’re more than ready for a nap as you make your way to your apartment door. It’s only when you’re a few inches away that you stop in your tracks. The sound of voices coming from inside your apartment.

Your whole body lights up with fear as you try to make out their conversation. From what you can tell it’s two male voices and you can’t help but assume it’s the people who’ve been stalking you this past month. Their conversation is muffled but you can just make out a few of the words being said-

“Come on —---- Are you really going to —---------- at her own apartment?” Voice number 1 sounds a little exasperated and you hope you can use that to your advantage if they try to attack.

“I just want to talk to her —---” The second voice is deeper and sends a chill down your spine. What were you doing? You should be running away. 

You attempt to make a silent getaway just as your next-door neighbor arrives and you plead to the gods she doesn’t acknowledge you but she’s always been more talkative than you’d sometimes like.

“Oh hey Y/n! Back from your trip?” She smiles at you as she unlocks her door and the voices inside your apartment still. Shit. Think fast, Y/n.

“Yeah but uh- I… think I forgot a bag in the taxi, would you mind watching this one for me real quick?” You all but shove your luggage at her and barely acknowledge her startled ‘Oh sure!’ before you’re booking it back out of the building.

Your heart is pounding and you’re not sure what to do about two grown men in your apartment but you know they heard you talk and you have to get away from them as soon as possible.

Your body’s on autopilot and before you know it you’re practically speed walking in the direction of the police station. At least now you could report them for breaking and entering and stalking. Maybe the police will take you more seriously then.

Halfway to the police station, you have the displeasure of noticing one of the Suv's from before is tailing you again. You don’t know if it’s the men from your apartment or someone else but your anxiety spikes when they speed up and you quickly turn down a random alley as they get closer.

Much to your surprise and relief, they drive past you like you aren’t even there and it leaves you wondering if maybe you really were being paranoid.

Still shaken up about the men who broke in, you decide it’s best if you still hurry to the police station so they have time to dust for fingerprints and maybe move you into witness protection. (you know that’s only an FBI thing but it makes you feel better to think about it).

Despite the threat of the SUV being gone, you’re still checking over your shoulder every few minutes to make sure no one is following you. It’s for that reason that you don’t even notice it when you bump into a large crowd of people.

You’re immediately uncomfortable, your PTSD with crowds snapping into effect and making you go rigid with anxiety. You can’t move your body as people shout and shove you in every direction. You must have accidentally stumbled into the crowd of protesters at the courthouse.

For a brief moment you think ‘at least it’ll be harder to track me in here’ but then someone steps on your foot and you flinch back, accidentally bumping into someone else who shoves you off of them in agitation. You turn to apologize but they’re already gone so you decide to try and focus on getting out.

You duck and weave through bodies but the occasional shoulder check has you feeling like you’re still stuck in the middle of the madness.

Finally, you think you’ve found the exit as you push through the sea of people and you lurch towards open air only to be grabbed back by a man in a black suit and sunglasses.

His grip is tight and you cry out in pain at the feeling when a voice yells at him above the rest of the crowd.

“Let her go!” The voice is commanding and whoever it is must be important because the mafia/agent-looking guy immediately lets you go. You rub your tender arm and wonder if it’s going to bruise when you notice the rowdy crowd has gone suspiciously quiet. 

You wonder if they’re all just as intimidated by the voice as the guy in the suit was when you look up and make eye contact with your savior.

A pair of strikingly familiar green eyes stare back at you with surprise.

Pt.31

A/n: only a few more chapters left- how we feeling? ~ Starry

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First Love, Second Chance (Part 5)

(steddie | explicit | @steddiesmuttyseptember prompt "make up sex" | tags: exes to lovers, canon divergence (Eddie lives), future fic (set 2001), Top!Steve, Bottom!Eddie, emotional sex | Part 5)

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“Eddie,” Steve half-laughed, half-gasped, “Eddie, come on, let me open the door before we get arrested for public indecency.”

Eddie groaned against Steve’s neck, where he’d been busy leaving a trail of marks, but he loosened his tight grip just enough for Steve to fish his keys out of his pocket. It took him a few attempts—Eddie’s hot mouth biting and licking along his skin made it hard to concentrate—but with a triumphant little “A-ha!” Steve managed to push the door to his apartment open. The two men stumbled inside, into the darkness of the hallway.

For once, Steve was grateful that Robin had moved in with her girlfriend about a year ago, leaving him to find an affordable place on his own. If they were still roommates, he and Eddie would have had to come up with some other plan for alone time after sneaking out of the event.

A pang of guilt hit him for leaving his date behind so abruptly. Lisa had been great—a woman he could have seen himself with if he hadn’t just realized, with absolute clarity, that his perfect match was standing right in front of him. He silently vowed to ask the agency to send her a gift with a note that read something like, “I’m so, so sorry for being such an ass, but the love of my life came back, and I couldn’t let him slip away again.”

Before he could finish the thought, he was slammed against the wall with a soft “Oomph!” The impact knocked the breath out of him, but Steve barely had time to inhale before Eddie’s mouth was on his again, eager and demanding, lips soft and tongue insistent. Who needed air, anyway, when he had Eddie Munson’s kisses to keep him alive?

They kept kissing, the only sounds in the dark hallway their ragged breaths and the soft, wet glide of their mouths against each other. Steve had missed this—not just the physical attraction or the raw, undeniable chemistry that made every moment with Eddie electric, but something deeper. He'd had plenty of sex with plenty of people before and after Eddie, some of it really good, even great. But it almost felt unfair to compare anyone to Eddie.

Because what he missed most was the way Eddie made him feel.

For most of his life, Steve felt like he was just playing a series of roles: the obedient son, the all-American golden boy, the Casanova, the babysitter, the chauffeur. All these personas crafted to win attention, admiration, maybe even affection. Some kind of love.

But with Eddie, none of those roles mattered. With Eddie, he was enough. More than enough. He was everything. He could feel it in every touch, every brush of Eddie’s fingers along his cheek and down his neck. He heard it in the way Eddie’s breath hitched whenever Steve touched him back. He tasted it in Eddie’s fervent kisses, the way he couldn't seem to stop himself from claiming Steve's mouth, over and over again. Most of all, Steve could see it in Eddie’s gaze—a gaze that found him like a compass needle pointing true north, no matter the room or the crowd.

To feel Eddie’s undivided attention on him again, after being deprived of it for so long, was almost overwhelming.

When their lips finally parted to gulp down much-needed air, Steve rested his forehead against Eddie’s, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. He stared into Eddie's eyes, illuminated faintly by the light filtering through the street lamps outside. He hadn’t even had time to flip on the lights before Eddie was on him, and it felt like they were teenagers again—caught in that intoxicating swirl of hormones and love, a heady mix that made him feel drunk on desire.

"Are you sure?" Eddie whispered in the tiny space between them. At Steve's soft, questioning sound, Eddie nudged his nose against Steve’s and clarified, "I feel like if we keep going, we're headed straight for a home run. And I'd love that, Stevie, more than anything. But only if it’s what you want, too. Whatever happens next, I’m all in—completely and enthusiastically. If you send me home right now and tell me to call you tomorrow, I’d go, and I’d spend the whole night thinking about everything I want to learn about you and your life here, everything I want to share about mine. If you asked me to come to bed and just hold you, I’d feel like the luckiest bastard alive."

Eddie finally drew in a breath, like he’d been holding it in since he started speaking. Then he gave Steve that smile—the one Steve could easily fall in love with if he hadn’t already been there for years.

A giddy laugh escaped Steve, unable to help himself. "How could you not know?"

Eddie raised an eyebrow, amused. "Know what?"

"I’ve been sure since the first time you kissed me," Steve replied, "and then tried to bolt in a panic—until you realized you still couldn’t walk very far and fell down like a baby giraffe."

Eddie snorted, joining in the laughter. “You make me sound incredibly suave and sexy.”

With a grin, Steve tugged Eddie closer by the lapel of his coat and kissed him again, keeping it sweet and teasing. “Oh, you are, baby. So suave. So sexy.”

Eddie placed a hand over his heart with a mock-offended look. “Now you’re just mocking me. I’m mortally wounded—the knife twisted by the very man who owns my heart. Et tu, Brutus—”

Steve decided to silence Eddie’s theatrical rambling with another kiss, deeper this time, while pushing Eddie's coat off his shoulders. Eddie’s words melted into a pleased hum as Steve’s fingers moved deftly, unbuttoning Eddie’s shirt.

“I’m sure,” Steve panted against Eddie’s lips, pausing just long enough to look him in the eye. “I want this. I want you. We’ll figure out the rest, step by step.”

“You have me, sweetheart, for as long as you want me,” Eddie vowed, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m done running.”

“Good,” Steve whispered, his voice quiet but sure. It felt like time had stopped around them, the air between them thick and heavy like warm honey. Suddenly, Steve wanted nothing more than to see Eddie clearly, to look into those familiar brown eyes that always gave everything away.

Steve quickly shrugged off his own coat and pulled his shirt over his head. He couldn't help but smirk at the soft groan Eddie let out, his hands instantly finding their way to Steve’s chest, fingers threading through his chest hair. “God, I missed this. My precious.”

Steve chuckled, hooking his fingers into Eddie’s waistband and starting to tug him toward the bedroom. “I see your weird obsession with my chest hair is still going strong,” he teased.

Eddie followed him eagerly, his hands roaming over Steve’s skin like he was trying to memorize the feel of him all over again. “Can you blame me?”

Finally reaching the bedroom, Steve wasted no time pulling Eddie toward the bed, pushing him down onto the mattress. Eddie bounced, laughing with delight at how the scene felt like it could be from a cheesy porno. But his laughter quickly faded when Steve flicked on the bedside lamp and let his hands drift down his chest toward his waistband, making a show of getting undressed. Steve popped the button on his jeans, his hips swaying with a teasing slowness. His hands slid down his muscular thighs, accentuated by the tight fit of his Levi’s, before moving back up to tug at the zipper.

Just as Steve grabbed the waistband to pull his jeans down, Eddie slid off the bed, dropping to his knees in front of him in one fluid motion. Steve caught the slight wince that crossed Eddie’s face.

“You okay, baby?” Steve asked, concern threading through his voice. He knew Eddie had a habit of hurting himself in the name of sexiness.

Eddie chuckled, nodding. “Just my knees reminding me of the inevitable passage of time.”

Steve’s fingers threaded through Eddie’s curls, still as full and dark as they were the first time he’d done this. “Is that your way of telling me I should go easy on you, old man?”

He wasn’t prepared for Eddie’s response—a swift, almost desperate yank at the back of his thighs that pulled him closer, Eddie’s face nuzzling against the hard length straining against the metal of his open fly. The wet heat of Eddie’s mouth through the thin fabric of Steve’s boxer briefs was enough to draw a low, needy moan from his lips.

“Easy on me?” Eddie rasped, his voice already rough like he’d spent hours worshiping Steve’s body. “That’s the last thing I want. I want to make up for every single day we lost. I want you to claim me all over again, and then I want to return the favor. I want to forget there was ever a time I didn’t belong to you.”

With that, Eddie tugged Steve’s pants and underwear down in one swift motion, leaving him completely bare under Eddie's ravenous gaze. Eddie licked his lips like a starving man eyeing his favorite meal. The intensity in Eddie's eyes sent a wave of heat through Steve, his body already trembling with anticipation.

“You know, the first time I saw you naked, my first thought was how fucking unfair it was," Eddie murmured, almost sounding offended even as his gaze raked over Steve's body. "How can everything about you be so goddamn pretty… even your dick?”

His voice was thick with admiration, his long, dexterous fingers wrapping around Steve’s hard length in exactly the way Steve loved. Steve opened his mouth to respond, but the words got lost in his throat as Eddie, wasting no time, sank his mouth down over Steve’s cock. The wet heat, the sensation of Eddie's lips and tongue, overwhelmed him, making his knees nearly buckle.

In the five years they'd been together, they had learned each other inside and out, knew exactly how to make the other come in mere minutes, how to touch and kiss and lick and fuck until the other was a trembling mess. So it didn’t surprise Steve that Eddie still knew every single thing that drove him mad with lust. Eddie’s clever tongue focused on the head of his cock, teasing the slit, swirling around it, before suddenly sinking down in one smooth move until his nose was buried in Steve’s pubic hair.

“Fuck,” Steve hissed, doubling over as his hands gripped Eddie’s curls tightly, anchoring himself in place. He felt Eddie smirk around him, clearly proud of the reaction he’d provoked. But Steve couldn’t even begin to care, not when Eddie started moving up and down his length, his tongue gliding along the underside of his cock, tracing the vein, humming with pleasure every time he hit the back of Eddie’s throat. It was the sweetest kind of torture, Eddie’s mouth working him over with practiced ease while he gazed up at Steve with those dark, adoring eyes. Like blowing Steve was a privilege, like Steve himself was a wonder Eddie had been lucky enough to find.

It wasn’t like Steve had lived like a monk all these years. If anything, his stamina had only improved with age and experience. But somehow, with Eddie worshiping him on his knees, he felt like he was seconds away from the edge, like he could come just from the way Eddie looked at him.

“Baby, if you want a home run tonight, you gotta stop,” he managed to gasp out, his voice breathless as if he’d just finished a marathon — though, knowing from experience, marathon sex with Eddie could be even more exhausting than an actual marathon.

Eddie reluctantly pulled off, taking a moment to catch his breath before playfully biting Steve’s hipbone. “Remember when we could go several rounds in one night?” He sighed with mock wistfulness, but the glint in his eyes betrayed his amusement.

“Actually, Robin and I decided to repress the entire era when Reagan was president,” Steve replied with a grin. Then he carefully pulled Eddie back up to his feet, mindful of his knees that had seen better days. No one warned them that hitting their mid-thirties would feel like this. His respect for Hopper, Joyce, and even Murray had grown exponentially since getting closer and closer to the age they were when they first battled monsters from the Upside Down. Some days, he didn’t even feel like running to catch the bus.

They shared a kiss that started almost chaste — if not for the lingering taste of Steve on Eddie’s tongue. “Catcher or pitcher?” he asked, a playful edge to his voice.

“Huh?” Eddie looked dazed from the kiss, swaying forward like he was chasing Steve’s lips. The sight was impossibly endearing.

Steve chuckled softly. “You wanna catch or pitch? You know, for our home run.”

To Steve's surprise, Eddie let out a pained groan at the question. “I hope you know I blame you and only you for the fact that I even get that fucking metaphor, let alone finding it as hot as I do.”

Smirking, Steve reached out to cup the bulge in Eddie's pants. "Hmmm. I don’t know, this doesn’t feel like you’re all that mad about it, Munson." He squeezed, delighting in the way Eddie twitched beneath his hand. "And you still haven’t answered me. You wanna spread me out on my bed and make me take this," he said, stroking Eddie through his jeans, "inch by inch, feel me squeeze tight and hot around you?” Eddie’s hips jerked into Steve’s touch, a needy whimper escaping his lips at the image Steve was painting with his words.

“Or do you want me to undress you slowly," Steve continued, "lay you down, lick and finger you open until you’re begging for me? Let me give you everything you want, take you apart and put you back together? Hold you down and fuck you so good you forget everyone else who ever touched you but me?”

Steve had never been one for sharing, and while he didn’t hold it against Eddie that there had been others while they were apart — he had been with other people too, after all — a darker, more primal part of him wanted to remind Eddie exactly who he belonged to.

His hand never stopped teasing, and by now Eddie was clutching Steve's forearms tightly, his hips undulating, seeking more friction, more pleasure. "This. That. What you just said. Please, Stevie. Want you to."

“Want me to what?” Steve demanded, his voice low, rough with need. He wanted Eddie to say it. He needed Eddie to say it.

“Want you to show me I’m yours,” Eddie breathed, eyes dark with desire.

And who was Steve to deny them what they both so obviously wanted?

He kept his promise and undressed Eddie slowly, his hands trembling with the need to explore every inch of the beloved body beneath them once more. He found new tattoos, but also a few more scars that hadn't been there the last time they were like this. Steve made a mental note to ask Eddie about them later. Right now, he simply pressed soft kisses against each new mark he discovered, silently vowing to love them as much as he loved every other part of Eddie.

Once they were both naked, Steve murmured for Eddie to get onto the bed on all fours. Eddie obeyed without hesitation — a miracle in itself, showing just how much he needed this, needed him. Steve took a moment to gather the lube and condoms from the bedside drawer. He took a moment to mourn the fact that they had to use a condom, wishing he could feel Eddie bare, skin to skin, but he knew it was the right thing to do. At least until they could talk about being exclusive again and get tested.

When he turned back toward the bed, Steve's breath hitched at the sight before him. Miles of pale skin stretched out before him, adorned with black ink and pink scars, old and fresh alike — testaments to the battles Eddie had fought and survived. His body was leaner, his shoulders broader, his arms more defined, but he still retained that wiry frame that always drove Steve wild. Eddie's cock hung full and heavy between his spread legs, his back arched in a way that put his ass on perfect display, open and inviting, ready for Steve to take.

"You should take a picture, might last you longer," Eddie teased, glancing over his shoulder with a wicked grin.

Steve chuckled, momentarily caught off guard by the idea. He still had a few grainy, clandestine photos of Eddie from back in the day, capturing their moments in bed, raw and unguarded. The thought was tempting, and he mentally filed it away for later. For now, he put the lube and condoms within reach and settled in behind Eddie, his hands moving instantly to the soft flesh of Eddie’s ass, stroking and squeezing, relishing the heat and softness under his palms.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, unable to keep the awe from his voice, feeling Eddie shiver beneath his touch.

Determined to show Eddie exactly how much he meant every word, Steve leaned in, diving between those enticing cheeks without hesitation. His tongue, wet and insistent, teased at Eddie's rim, making a point to keep it as sloppy as possible. He knew how much Eddie loved the filthy, wet sounds and the sensation of spit trickling down to his balls.

Eddie’s hoarse moans, punctuated by his breathless mix of praise and pleading, were like music to Steve’s ears. One of his favorite things about sex with Eddie was how unapologetically loud and expressive he was — just as passionate in bed as he was about everything else in life. For Steve, his partner's pleasure had always been paramount, and knowing he could make Eddie feel this way filled him with a deep, satisfying pride.

It had been a revelation for Steve when he realized that his talents with his mouth could be applied to a man just as effectively as with all the girls he'd been with during his days as King Steve. Back then, his oral skills were the stuff of legend, and when he figured out how to use them on Eddie, they’d both reached new heights of sexual fulfillment.

“Oh my god,” Eddie gasped, voice raw and strained as he pressed the words out between desperate moans. “Your fucking mouth.”

Steve chuckled against him, tongue still buried inside, amused by the way Eddie unknowingly mirrored his own thoughts. He knew he could make Eddie come like this, with just his mouth — he’d done it many times before — but tonight, they had something different in mind. Reluctantly, he pulled back, biting playfully at the plush curve of Eddie's right cheek before grabbing the lube from the pillow beside Eddie’s head.

His first finger slipped inside easily; Eddie was already stretched by his tongue, his body pliant and eager. Steve could feel the heat and tightness around his finger, and as much as he wanted to draw this out, to tease Eddie until he was a trembling mess, his own need was overwhelming. He wanted to be as close to Eddie as humanly possible, to feel every inch of him, to erase every bit of distance that had ever been between them.

One finger was soon joined by another, Eddie’s body yielding easily, drawing Steve in. “Taking it so well, baby. So eager for me to fuck you, huh?”

“Ye-yes, fuck, please, don’t need another finger, just you, I—” Another moan, high and needy, slipped from Eddie’s lips. “I can take it, you know I can,” he babbled, hips pushing back against Steve’s hand, fucking himself on his long fingers. Eddie was right; Steve knew he could sink in just like this. They’d always used their fingers to drive each other wild, not because they needed the stretching. When they were too impatient or time was scarce, they’d often skip the foreplay altogether.

Steve had wanted to take his time, to make up for all the days and nights they’d missed, but he realized there was too much pent-up desire, too much yearning for each other. The need to be close was overwhelming in its intensity. They could take their time later, once the burning urgency had softened into something slower and more languid.

“Okay, baby, okay, I’ve got you,” Steve promised, stroking Eddie’s trembling back like he was soothing a skittish animal. He could feel the tension in Eddie’s body, taut and electric. “Eddie, baby, can you turn around for me?” His hands continued their gentle path, trying to calm whatever had Eddie on edge.

Eddie turned slowly, reluctantly, until he was sitting in front of Steve again. He was still hard, his skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, and his dark eyes were wide and uncertain. His bottom lip, red and swollen from his own teeth, trembled as he avoided Steve’s gaze.

“What’s going on? You seem nervous. Do you want to stop?” Steve asked, his voice filled with concern. Eddie had been so eager, so hungry for this — but what if he felt pressured, like he had to do it just to keep Steve?

Eddie shook his head but kept his eyes downcast, something clearly weighing on his mind. Steve reached out, lacing their fingers together, and brought Eddie’s hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. “You can talk to me. Whatever it is, it’s okay. Remember what you said? Whatever happens next, I’m all in. We can stop right now; I’ll make us some cocoa or tea, and we can cuddle or talk, whatever you need. And I’ll still want you just as much.”

That seemed to be the right thing to say because Eddie squeezed his hand, thumb brushing over Steve’s knuckles as he finally spoke. “I don’t want to stop. I want this… I want you… so much. That’s the problem.” At Steve’s confused hum, Eddie continued. “I’m scared, Stevie. It’s stupid, I know, but… God, I’m so fucking scared.”

“Scared? Of what? Of me?” Steve asked, his heart tightening in his chest.

Eddie finally looked up, and Steve’s heart broke at the raw vulnerability in his eyes. “Of how much I want you. How much I need you. It’s terrifying. I feel out of control, like I’ll break apart if you stop touching me.”

Steve’s heart clenched at Eddie’s admission, feeling the weight of every word settle between them. Eddie’s eyes, so wide and vulnerable, flicked up to meet his, and Steve saw the fear there — not of him, but of the intensity of what he was feeling. It was like a tidal wave, something too big to contain or control. He tightened his grip on Eddie’s hand, drawing him closer, feeling the heat and tremor of his body.

"Hey," he murmured softly, "it's okay. You're safe here. I know it feels like too much right now," Steve continued, voice low and soothing, "but it doesn’t have to be. We don’t have to rush this. We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for."

“I am ready,” Eddie insisted, the desperation in his voice making Steve's heart twist. "But it feels like — like if I let go, I’ll lose myself. Or worse, you. And I can't… I can't lose you again. Not when I just got you back."

Steve shifted closer, cupping Eddie's face with both hands, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. "You’re not going to lose me," he promised, his voice steady, his gaze unwavering. "I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Eddie’s breath hitched, his eyes searching Steve's, and Steve leaned in, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to his lips. He kept it soft, reassuring. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against Eddie’s, his hands still cradling Eddie’s face. “We’ll go as slow as you need. We have all the time in the world now. And if you need to stop, we’ll stop. But if you want me to keep going, I’m here. I’m right here with you.”

For a moment, Eddie just breathed, like he was soaking in Steve’s words, his promises. Then, he nodded, a small, tentative smile breaking through the anxiety in his eyes. "I don’t want to stop," he whispered, voice steadier now. "I just… needed to know you’re with me. That you feel it too."

“I do,” Steve replied, brushing a kiss to Eddie’s brow. “Believe me, Eddie, I never felt like this about anyone but you.”

Eddie swallowed, the tension easing from his shoulders. “Okay,” he breathed. “Then… don’t stop. Just… hold me while you do. Please.”

Steve's smile was gentle. "Always," he whispered, pulling Eddie closer, as if holding him while making love could ever be anything less than a joy.

The next few minutes felt like a dream. Steve never stopped touching Eddie, and Eddie never stopped touching him, their hands and bodies in constant, tender contact. Eddie rolled the condom over Steve’s length, slicking it with lube, while Steve kept caressing Eddie’s thighs, kneeling between his spread legs.

And then, finally, with Eddie on his back and Steve poised above him, he sank slowly into the familiar heat of Eddie’s body after years apart. Every movement was slow, deliberate, filled with care and affection. Their gazes were locked, fingers intertwined beside Eddie’s head, and it felt as if time had ceased to exist. Steve leaned down to capture Eddie’s lips in a tender kiss, hips flush against Eddie's, and they kissed again and again, the earlier urgency softened into something gentler, more profound.

When Steve began to move, his hips rolled languidly, their mouths never more than a breath apart. Eddie’s grip on his hands was firm, as if Steve were the only thing anchoring him to the present, holding him together with touch alone. Maybe he was. Steve certainly felt the same way about Eddie.

Their bodies fell into a rhythm that only they knew. They were pressed together from head to toe, chests flush, Eddie’s hard cock trapped beneath Steve’s stomach, Eddie’s legs wrapped tightly around Steve’s waist. It felt like they were caught in the eternal dance of the moon and the sea, Steve’s hips mimicking the ebb and flow of the tides, pushing into Eddie again and again. Beneath him, Eddie met every thrust with his own, welcoming Steve home with a smile Steve could feel on his lips.

“I love you,” Steve whispered against Eddie’s lips, aware of how insane it might sound to anyone else, but knowing the truth of it deep in his heart. The last ten years had melted away the moment their eyes met again. After learning what had caused Eddie to walk away all those years ago, and knowing Eddie had missed him just as much as he’d missed Eddie, those old feelings that had never quite disappeared resurfaced, filling his heart until they overflowed from his lips, just like they always had.

Eddie’s eyes went wide, his grip tightening almost painfully. “Steve—”

“You don’t have to say it back, but I needed you to know. I never stopped loving you, Eddie. I don’t think I ever will.”

“Thank God, because I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop loving you, too.”

Steve captured Eddie’s mouth in another passionate kiss, pouring all his love and devotion into it. He knew that this moment would forever be one of the best of his life.

Confessing their love seemed to ignite the earlier fire between them, bringing a fresh urgency to their lovemaking. Suddenly, all Steve wanted was to feel Eddie come because of him, to see him unravel from the pleasure he gave him. His hips picked up speed as he sought the perfect angle to hit Eddie’s prostate with every thrust, each raspy ah, ah, ah from Eddie like a siren’s call he followed, focused entirely on Eddie's pleasure.

Not to be outdone, Eddie began whispering in his ear, telling him how well he was fucking him, how perfect Steve’s cock felt, how Steve was made for him, making him feel like no one else ever had. Eddie’s voice, breathless and raw, promised he couldn’t wait for Steve to fuck him bare again, his cum dripping from his used hole, wanting Steve to push it back in, to mark him as his, and his alone.

Even with the way both of them focused on chasing heights of pleasure, Steve’s orgasm still snuck up on him, the only warning the tight coil in his belly that suddenly twisted painfully. “Fuck, baby, you’re making me come.”

“I’m close, so close, I just—I need—” Eddie’s voice was husky, desperate, and Steve knew exactly what he needed.

It was a tight fit to get his hand between them—neither of them willing to have any space separating them—but Steve managed, wrapping his fingers around Eddie’s cock. It was slick with precum and sweat, easing his strokes.

The keening moans falling from Eddie’s lips told Steve just how close he was, so he allowed himself to chase his own orgasm, thrusting into Eddie with short, forceful movements while stroking him just the way he knew Eddie liked it.

And when he felt Eddie clench around him, cum spilling between them and down his fingers, Steve finally let go. He came with a low, guttural fuck, his hips stuttering, his body tightening as he pressed in as deep as he could, filling the condom.

His arms gave out beneath him like a puppet with its strings cut, and he half-sank, half-fell onto Eddie, who let out a soft oof at the weight on top of him.

“Too heavy?” Steve asked, hoping for Eddie to say no so he could stay just like this.

“No,” Eddie replied with a soft smile, probably reading his mind, “stay. Please.”

“For as long as you want me to.”

He was rewarded with a kiss that felt like both a confession and a promise. “How does forever sound?”

“Perfect,” Steve whispered. “Forever sounds perfect.”

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PAIRING. victoria de angelis x fem!reader

SUMMARY. y/n is the other female member of the band, who has had feelings for vic for a while now, but was too nervous to say anything. one night after a concert in new york changes that after the bassist overhears a conversation between damiano and y/n.

WORD COUNT. 1,111

Y/N L/N DREAMED about performing from a young age. She started to enjoy the art of singing and music due to her family’s interest in the arts. It was a big part of her childhood and teenage years so the fact that she got to do what she loved with some of her best friends, well it was a huge thing to her.

Going on to win Eurovision in 2021 opened doors for her and her band, giving them opportunities they never thought possible. Måneskin growing as a whole was great but the more time went on, the harder it got for the girl to hide her true feelings. She was in love with her fellow band member and best friend, Victoria de Angelis.

The boys always teased her about it and it scared her honestly. She was always open about her sexuality, like Victoria and Ethan were, but it always felt different when Vic was involved. She would get more shy when alone with the bass player and it started to gain more attention from the public, which is something Y/N kind of wanted to avoid.

The three boys and two girls never hid any affection for one another but everyone knew that it was more friendly where the H/C haired girl was concerned. However, deep down she wanted more with the blonde. How could she not? Vic was stunning and one of the nicest people she knew. Anyone would be lucky to have someone like her.

The band had just finished a concert in New York, Y/N and Damiano being the first two backstage. The two singers did not hesitate to sit down on the couch in the dressing room. The crowd had been wild and the vibe was electric to say the least. It was one of the best crowds they’ve had on this tour so far.

“When are you finally going to tell her how you feel?” Damiano’s question snapped the H/C haired girl out of thought, her eyes moving to focus on her friend.

An unimpressed expression was painted on her features but the L/N remained silent for the next couple of seconds. She did not like the boys mentioning her secret when Victoria could just walk in and hear what was being said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She feigned innocence.

Damiano rolled his eyes at her response. “Yeah, okay. N/N, we all see how you are with her, even the fans have started to see it. You can’t keep this a secret forever and I don’t understand why you would want to. It is obvious that she likes you too.”

Y/N shook her head. “Absolutely not. There is no way that she likes me. Have you seen her? She’s way too good for me. We are just friends so I doubt she sees me as anything different.”

“You can be so stupid sometimes. Vic is in love with you too. It may be hard for you to believe but she does, so you should try to tell her how you feel. You have had these feelings for how long now and still haven’t tried. I can promise you that it will work out in your favor.” Damiano’s words were meant to be encouraging as he just wanted to see his friends happy.

The female sighed. “It’s not that easy. You know this but every time I’m around her, it’s like butterflies are in my stomach and I get so shy. I have things I want to say but I never want to mess anything up in front of her. She is so perfect to me and I want to be able to be equally as great.”

Damiano smiled when he realized that there were people standing in the doorway. The others had come back and had heard everything pretty much, including Victoria, who had a smile of her own. Y/N had not seemed to realize though, her eyes having been closed and her head laid on the back of the couch, trying to calm herself.

It wasn’t until the bassist spoke that she opened her eyes and seemed to freeze. Vic had heard what she said, there was no way she didn’t.

“You have a crush on me? It’s a good thing that I have feelings for you too.” Vic had a slight teasing tone laced in her words but she meant what she said, which really did surprise the other female.

Damiano stood and walked towards the doorway, whispering something the Ethan and Thomas before glancing at his female friends. “We’ll leave you two alone.”

The three walked away from Y/N and Victoria, going to do God knows what. The L/N was shocked to hear Vic’s own confession and it was obvious, which made the blonde laugh. She went to sit on the couch in the same spot that Damiano had just gotten up from.

“Did I hear that right,” Y/N voiced aloud, not really meaning to.

The bassist nodded. “Yes, you heard that correctly. I have had feelings for you for so long. I thought I had been clear about it but I guess my attempts weren’t enough. So, yes, I love you and it’s something I’ve wanted to say for a while. You really thought you were not good enough for me? You are more than that to me.”

Y/N couldn’t help the tears that welled up in her eyes but she didn’t allow them to fall. This was really happening! Vic actually loved her. She had dreamed of this moment but it felt impossible for it to really happen. However, she couldn’t be happier.

She was speechless at first but soon regained control of her brain. “Really? I just thought you were being friendly to me. You are the most amazing person so yeah, I did think that you wouldn’t see me as anything other than a friend.”

Vic glanced down at N/N’s lips before focusing back on her eyes. “Can I kiss you?”

It was such a simple question but it held so much power over the L/N, who was quick to nod and agree. Their lips met and it was better than Y/N imagined. The two pulled away after a couple more seconds and the H/C haired girl smiled.

Vic wrapped her arm around the other girl’s body before asking the important question she had on her mind. “Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

Y/N L/N laughed and her smile never faltered. “Yes, of course! I would love that.”

Victoria brought her now girlfriend closer and rested her head on top of Y/N’s, the two staying like that until they eventually had to get up.

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HEARTS IN THE MARGINS — chapter 10 : afterparty

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The sound of cars overwhelms you while you are carpooling with minji, yujin, and shotaro. In your hands is a handmade picket of a cute boy. taro, the boy beside you in the backseat, sees you looking at the picket and smirks teasingly.

”wanna see him huh?” he asks, keeping the smirk that you were very embarrassed to see.

You deny quietly, trying to avert the gaze of the boy, instead looking outside for a few seconds.

”no, it’s just…” you pause, attempting to gather your thoughts, you eyes leer around the vehicles and bright lights outside the window, “excited to see the whole group perform”, you finished, trying to put emphasis on the word ‘whole’.

taro playfully shoves you while giggling softly, “okayyyy,” he said teasingly, not believing you, “make sure you look at hoon too okay,”

You just rolled your eyes from all the teasing coming from taro. You try and mask your excitement from scrolling on social media but everyone in the car knows what you would be looking at when you would start giggling at a photo on your phone.

yujin, in the passenger's seat, turns around and jokes, “they definitely fucked,” That comment left you flustered, lowering your head and avoiding their eye contact. “why else did y/n change our plans last minute?” yujin continued.

“funny joke,” you tried to play it off, “nothing happened though,” you continued, trying to downplay the event. Even though you were trying to avoid the attention, everyone’s eyes were on you, how could they not though? you are never this flusted to a simple joke by yunjin. you would always just fight back verbally or physically (jokingly ofc).

“did something bad happen, y/n?” taro asks, his face softens, demeanor different, clearly worried that something happened to you.

”nope, nothing you should be worried about,” you answered, not sure if you should continue but you inevitably do, “jake told me he liked me,” and like that it was as if you were in that library with him when you first met, the car was dead silent. shotaro and yujins faces form open mouths with the absolute bomb you just dropped. minji, who is half listening because she’s driving, looks at the situation from the rear-view mirror, “what just happened?” minji asks, yet her question goes unanswered.

“no fucking way” taro mumbles under his breath, “y/n pulled jake.”

”no it’s just…” you pause, trying to gather your ideas and choose the right words, “i can’t tell if it’s like that y’know, he didn’t say it like he liked me like that” you confess to the others.

”why don’t you ask him at the afterparty? we’re all going to go,” yujin suggests, trying to cheer you up.

you give him a quiet nod before sitting back into your seat left with your thoughts once again. It wasn’t long before you finally arrived and took you seats in your seat. Thankfully, because you knew sunghoon, you guys were all able to snatch front row seats. shortly after you guys took your seats, the lights switch off to let the performers walk on.

when the lights switch on you eyes are immediately caught on him, wearing a black, wide jeans, a dress shirt, and a tie. simple, yet jaw dropping. so jaw dropping, in fact, that all it took was him spotting you in the crowd and winking at you to make you fully fold, face fully flushed. He also definitely saw the picket and let out a hearty giggle while performing. his smile was perfect, prettier than anything you’ve seen before. sunghoon caught your reaction and gave a soft laugh as well.

everything after that moment felt like a blur, and the next thing you remember was stopping by the afterparty.

the group of dumbasses reunited, now with sunghoon joining, still in his outfit similar to jake’s.

“shit, you guys ate,” minji comments, “you mean ah-tee?” shotaro adds on. everybody laughs uncontrollably, sunghoon made that same mistake on stage when they were doing a mini interview after their performance. “oh my god. i was nervous guys.” sunghoon mumbles, it’s funny to see him embarrassed like this because he’s never like this.

everyone decides to take a shot, “shit, why does soju kinda hit hard” you comment, “i think you’re just bad at drinking,” yujin says while laughing. meanwhile a group of boys caught your eyes, it was the dance group sunghoon is a part of. sunghoon takes notice of this.

“want me to introduce you?” sunghoon asks, with a slight hint of teasing but you could tell that it wasn’t his intention.

you wouldn’t mind taking his offer but just the idea of getting to know them is kind of scary to you. nevertheless you give sunghoon a slight nod as you follow him to the group.

as you greet and give slight bows to the new faces you notice jake wasn’t there. you feel slightly disappointed but it’s nice to at least get to know them.

jungwon grabs and shakes your hand, “hi y/n so nice to meet you!” he says with a big smile, you couldn’t believe he was their leader, he was simply too cute to be one. you return the greeting and another person gives you a soft wave. it was sunoo, also really cute. why are they all so cute? and just when you thought that, you spot a tall figure, riki. you sat there, surprised to hear that he was their youngest. you shake your head to focus back to the conversation.

“do you guys know where the others are?” jungwon asks you two. you shake your head.

“no idea where heeseung and jay are, they probably headed home to play games and sleep.” sunghoon joked, “jake is probably with emilie,” he added on. you give him a confused look but look over it. it was probably one of his friends. after all you don’t really have anything going on with him, at least you think so.

after all of that alcohol and water to wash it down, you begin to get the urge to use the bathroom. at least now you are acquainted with the members you met, enough to excuse yourself to the bathroom without feeling embarrassed. as you walk off, the alcohol makes you feel slightly dizzy and nauseous, but not nauseous enough to notice a familiar figure down the hall to the washroom.

you walk closer to see that it's jake, that cute, hot, aussie boy you know. you could see his beautiful smile once again but not towards you this time. the closer you look you notice that he’s not alone and see another figure, a feminine one. she pulls alongs jake’s tie to tug him towards the bathroom flirtatiously. her arms wrapped around him, where the door to the bathroom closes suddenly.

what had happened had left you stunned and now with both the alcohol, and watching the scene before you leaves you with small tears forming in your eyes that eventually burst into bigger ones. you speed walk away, trying to keep control of your crying to make it quieter but the feeling just keep leaking out. now the crying is combined with random thoughts stroming your mind, ‘he probably didn’t even like me,’ ‘he didn't mean it like that,’ ‘i’m such an idiot,’. your thoughts were interrupted as you bump into a tall figure. the man looks down at you and when you look up at him with semi-red, teary eyes you were able to distinguish that it was one of sunghoon’s friends, heeseung.

heeseung sees the sadened state your in and tries to offer help, “shit, y/n your drunk as fuck. let me get you a ride home,” he says, not knowing your situation and excuses the crying for you being drunk. he doesn’t want to push for any information since he just met you but leaving you there would be too much for him.

The sounds of the party fades as you and heeseung head to his car, his hand on your back trying to comfort you further.

“jesus y/n, next time try to drink less,” heeseung jokes, trying to lighten the mood, and oddly enough your crying started to subside. it was still there of course but you weren’t bawling your eyes anymore. once you plopped in the passenger seat of heeseung’s car it wasn’t too long before you dozed off and passed out.

heeseung would take you to your place but he forgot to ask before he left so he just takes you to his dorm which is shared with sunoo. he tries to poke you awake but you don’t wake up so he carries you all the way to his bed leaves you there as he sets up a seperate one of the floor for himself.

you are soon overtaken by the many events that happened recently to actually get up and your body forces you to rest in the sweet embrace of sleep.

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[Prompt Series pt.4]

Tanaka and you sucking helium

— Summary: Tanaka and you sucking helium and talking in very high-pitched voices.

— Fluff, comedy

— Gn!Reader

You had to do everything for your perfect plan to work. Everything was already going exactly as planned... until a distraction makes your whole plan go down the drain.

You got a part-time job at an amusement park, with the aim of selling balloons to the local children. But why were you doing this?

It had been 5 months since you had been in a relationship with Tanaka, and for this special date you wanted to buy him a perfect gift! You still didn't know exactly what you were going to buy for the boy, but to get gifts you obviously needed money.

So that's why right now you're selling balloons in the amusement park full of smiling families on a very hot Sunday, love requires some sacrifices after all. 'All for the present...!' You thought as a way to try to cheer you up, but that unbearable sun seemed to be trying to kill you. The amount of money you had earned in the last few days actually exceeded your expectations, so just a little more work and you would complete the goal of the amount of money you set and thus be able to buy the gift you dreamed of.

Your boss always gave you a certain amount of balloons that would last you a whole day to blow up, so there were almost never any balloons left at the end of the day. And you wanted to stay there until you sold the last balloon, which will probably make you leave a little later.

But it seems the universe has other plans for you.

"[NAME]!!!" You heard a very familiar voice calling you. But before you could turn around to see who was calling you, you felt someone hug you tightly.

"R-Ryu!? What are you doing here??" "I'm here to see you of course!! I couldn't let my goddess melt alone in this heat!!" he says dramatically.

Tanaka knew you were working, but he had no idea you were doing it to buy him a gift. So you knew that one time or another he would come to your workplace and keep you company.

"Well... it's almost time for my break, so why don't you buy us some snacks while I gather my things?" you say as you check the time on your phone, seeing that there are only 4 minutes left for you to have a little rest until you go back to work again. "Of course my dear, ALL FOR YOU!" and in the same second Tanaka runs towards a food stall.

You sigh at the boy's exaggerated reaction, but then you give a small smile.

The two of you are now sitting in a place a little away from the entire amusement park crowd, as you finish eating your snack that Tanaka bought. But something was wrong.

Everything was quiet. Too quiet.

He is known for being a very noisy person, so if he is present in a room and the whole place is quiet, it means that something is not right.

Then you turn to look at your partner, but as you do so you can see him silently picking up a balloon and trying to reach the helium gas cylinder. "Ryu what do you think you're doing!?" When he hears your voice, he jumps in fright and quickly turns to you.

"I just wanted to test something! Let me do it please!!" And before you can respond, he has already taken the balloon and put it in the air outlet of the cylinder, filling the balloon with gas. After filling the balloon completely, he holds the tip of the balloon and places it in the mouth, sucking out some of the helium gas.

You watched the boy's actions in horror, wondering why he had these kinds of ideas. But the second he opened his mouth to speak, you knew his idiocy had paid off.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

His voice was high-pitched.Very high-pitched.

I don't think you've ever laughed as much as you do now. Anyone passing by would think a murder was taking place because your laughter was so scandalous at that time. And when Tanaka started laughing with you along with his stupidly thin voice, you laughed even harder – if this was really still possible – It got to be suffocating for you to keep laughing, but you couldn't stop when he opened his mouth to speak.

"L-Let me try too...!" You said, breathless from the incessant laughter. Taking another balloon, you repeat the same process that Tanaka did, filling the balloon with gas and then placing it in your mouth, sucking out some of the air.

"Do...Do you know why are snails slow...? B-Because they're carrying a house on their back!!"

You and Tanaka laughed even harder, but not because of the stupid joke you told, but because of your voice, which was now the same as his. And you continued doing this until almost the end of your break.

You turned to pick up another balloon, but all you could do was feel around the floor, which now had no more balloons.

"Oh..."

Your only reaction was to alternate your gaze from the empty floor to Tanaka, who was also silent about the situation. Now you would have to explain to your boss why the balloons ran out and why you and your boyfriend had extremely high-pitched voices.

A/N — My exams start next week, so I don't know if I'll be active here these days...😭

But when they are finished I will be sure to post everything here!!

— Prompt chosen for this post: Person A and Person B sucking helium and talking in very high-pitched voices.

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[newtthetranswriter]

hELLO!!! ANNYEONGHASE- ok i'll stop

so may i ask for some megumi fushiguro crumbs??? fluff pleaseeee and i was thinking about a scenario where megumi tries to confess to reader his feelings... bUT every time he wants to he gets interrupted!! and when he finally manages to catch reader and say what he feels, reader takes out an uno reverse card from their pocket with a stupid smile... you can include gojo and other students as the wing people of megs but imma leave it to you!!!! thank you in advance, take the time you need and dont stress about it!!!! love u and have a nice rest after work 💞💞

Word count: 827

Paring: Megumi Fushiguro x reader

A/n: Hey Ness, thank you for requesting. Honestly I think this is my first time writing for Megumi so I hope you enjoy it. Also tried a different pov for this one so let me know how you like it. Have a good day or night, and remember to Hydrate or diedrate. REQUESTS ARE OPEN

    He had been trying to tell you for weeks. And before that Itadori had spent over a month trying to get him to admit his feelings to himself. At this point Megumi was a wreck to put it simply. He tried to act like it wasn’t affecting him, but it was starting to feel like the whole world was against him.

     Megumi had approached you during dinner two weeks ago, having come up with the perfect plan. Unfortunately a certain cursed corpse messed everything up. Here's how it went.

     “Hey Y/n, can we talk for a minute?” He asked approaching the table you were sitting at. Smiling up at him you nodded, getting up to follow him out of the room. Once out of the crowded dining hall he began to speak again. “So, I’ve been meaning to tell-” Before could finish his sentence, the door burst open again.

     “You guys have to come see this, Itadori and Inumaki are competing to see who can fit the most rice balls in their mouth at once.” Panda said in excitement, dragging the both of you back inside.

     While the others were busy watching the two be idiots, you leaned over to Megumi. “Hey, what is it you wanted to talk about?” You asked in a hushed voice trying not to draw attention, silently hoping he was going to confess.

     He paused for a moment, then turned away. “It was nothing.” He said getting up and leaving you feeling disappointed.

    The next time he tried to confess was on one of the days off you get as Jujutsu sorcerers. Megumi was sure no one would interrupt him this time. And he had made Itadori promise to keep everyone busy and away from your dorm so he could tell you. Itadori being the good wing man he is, agreed and did his best. Unfortunately no one could predict what happened that afternoon.

    You two had been relaxing in your dorm like you do on every day off, just watching tv and chatting. He figured this was as good a time as any. So he went for it. “Y/n can I tell you something important?”

     Sitting up startled but curious, you responded. “Of course Megs, you can tell me anything.”

     Not thinking he would get this far he started. “Well, we’ve been friends for a while now and I’ve been thinking about this a lot.” He paused for only a second to collect his thoughts when the door burst open revealing the bane of Megumi’s existence.

     “Sorry to interrupt but I thought you would all like to know that Okkotsu is back from his overseas mission.” The obnoxious white haired man said.

     Upon hearing of the return of one of your closest friends, you quickly jumped off your bed running out of the room. Completely forgetting the conversation you were having with Megumi. Leaving the boy to slump back into the bed.

      Megumi had enough, he was going to try and tell you one last time and if something got in the way, he would accept that fate had other plans and give up. So he cornered you one morning before training started. He was determined for this to go well. He wasn’t going to beat around the bush either, he was going to be straight forward and rip off the bandaid.

      “Y/n I’ve liked you for a long time, and not just in the oh you’re cool kinda way. I want to spend all my free time with you and protect you no matter what.” He didn’t even pause to get a reaction, he just kept going. “I’ve been trying to tell you for weeks, but something always came up. But this is the last time I’m trying this, so I need you to know that I love you.” Megumi didn’t even register all the words that came out of his mouth.

      You stood frozen for a moment. This was a dream come true Megumi Fushiguro just told you he loved you and your mind was buzzing. After getting over the initial shock, you reached in your pocket confusing the dark haired boy in front of you. With the biggest smile he had ever seen you handed him a green Uno reverse card. 

       “What the hell is this supposed to mean?” It was his turn to be shocked.

       Instead of giving him a verbal response right away, you leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “It means, I love you too. Now as much as I would love to skip training to go on a date, we wouldn’t hear the end of it from Gojo, so we should get going.” You said before walking towards the training field. Megumi was left frozen for a minute, not believing that just happened. Getting over his shock he realized you were right, so he carefully placed the uno card in his pocket and headed outside to join you.

[chahnniesroom]

tenderness | chapter 10: and a time to heal

[noun] /ˈtendərnəs/

1. the quality of being gentle, kind, or loving

2. the feeling of pain, aching, or soreness

pairing: bang chan x female reader

summary: in a world where soulmates are rare and precious, you don’t know why the universe has decided to give you one. you never could have imagined that they would be an idol, and one that you worked with at that, or the challenges that would arise from your bond.

chapter word count: 3k

chapter warnings: lots of emotions happening

a/n: this chapter wraps up most of tenderness! i can't believe all that's left to post is bonus scene 3 and the epilogue :") thank you everyone for your support!!

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With Y/n settled at home, Chan is no longer allowed to avoid schedules anymore. In fact, it's almost the opposite since they've been forced to cram everything into the couple of weeks that they have left until they leave for the next leg of their tour. A few interviews were done without him and some schedules for individual members were pushed forward, but a significant portion of the promotions for their next album and partnerships with companies were just postponed.

JYPE never pressured Chan while he stayed with Y/n in the hospital, in fact they had been extremely supportive throughout this whole experience, but now there’s an unspoken expectation for business as usual. The first day back to work is the hardest, that’s no surprise, but he thought it’d get a lot easier, that he wouldn’t think of her every other second.

Although he hasn't mentioned anything, ever since Y/n has been back from the hospital, he's been suffering from some sort of separation anxiety. It takes the form of a low thrum of discomfort after he's been away from her for a while, the constant need to check his phone for texts or calls, and a feeling of restlessness as they get closer and closer to finishing schedules and going home. He's never spent so much time away from the studio without feeling guilty before. He’d like to attribute it to the soulmate bond, but he knows it’s more than that.

Chan just… misses her. Misses her warm smile, how she melts into him when he cards his fingers through her silky smooth hair, the soft press of her cheek against his shoulder when she falls asleep sitting beside him.

The only problem is that Chan still hasn’t talked to Y/n, hasn’t cleared things up, hasn’t confessed. There is still a tension that hangs in the air when they’re together and Chan knows he needs to. He knows. He just doesn’t know how to address it all. When it seems like the chasm between how he feels and how she thinks he feels is so large. He’s scared of messing it up and somehow making things even worse than they are now.

When he’s away, he is able to think up all these sorts of ways of opening up, but the second he sees Y/n, it’s like he can’t speak. It makes it even harder to be away from home.

Today is no different. Everyone is excited to eat and get changed, but Chan cannot wait to see Y/n again. They’re lucky that a schedule ending early gives them enough time to make it back to the dorms just before lunch because they were previously planning on eating on the go. The members crowd into the elevator and chatter away about what they're going to have for lunch. At the door, Minho spins around and hisses for everyone to be quiet before punching in the code. They want it to be a surprise visit, but don’t want to risk waking Y/n if she happens to be sleeping.

It's silent when the door opens, all the lights off, but the blinds are open to let sunlight through. Chan is the first to kick off his shoes and he beelines to his room, twisting the doorknob carefully to peek in. It's not completely dark, but enough that Chan has to squint and wait for his eyes to adjust before he realises the bed is empty and the covers neatly folded. He flicks on the light and can't stop his pulse from speeding up as he sees Y/n’s not around. When he steps back into the hallway, Changbin is right about to go into his room, but pauses.

"Is she still napping?" he whispers.

"No," Chan says, starting to feel unsteady. "She's not there. Is she in the-"

They both hear the shower turn on and the steady hum of the fan to prevent moisture from building up.

"That's Jisung," Changbin says slowly. They both know there is no way he would shower if Y/n was in there with him.

Together they walk to the kitchen, trying not to rush but failing. They startle Minho who is pulling out ingredients from the fridge.

"Where's the fire?" he jokes. "The food won't be ready for a while."

"You haven't seen Y/n?" Chan demands, even though he already knows the answer. The apartment isn't that big and they've covered half of it already. It is possible that Y/n is hiding out in Jisung or Hyunjin’s room, but Chan can’t think of a single reason why she would be. Suddenly feeling too hot and a bit claustrophobic, Chan has to tug off his hoodie and hat.

“No, I thought she was resting?” Minho drops what he’s holding onto the counter and leads Chan and Changbin in a quick search through the rest of the rooms, confirming that Y/n is nowhere to be seen. Along the way, the trio piques the attention of the rest of the members, including Jisung who is still showering and had screamed loudly when they swung the bathroom door open. They all crowd in the living room, and Chan finally remembers to try calling Y/n’s phone.

They wait with baited breath as Chan punches Y/n’s number in and it’s telling how stressed Chan must look when nobody teases him for how shaky his fingers are. The call has just begun to ring when they hear the corresponding chime of Y/n’s ringtone from somewhere in the room. They watch, dismayed, as Felix fishes her phone out from the corner of one of the couches.

Chan wants to throw up.

Something must show on his face because Seungmin takes hold of his shoulders and guides him to sit down.

“Hey, hey look at me.” Seungmin snaps his fingers and Chan jerks away. “Deep breaths. We’re going to find her. You can either stay here or come with me to the company.”

“I’ll go with you. I think I’ll go crazy if I’m stuck here waiting,” he admits. 

“Okay. We’ll go together. Where else do you think she could be?” Seungmin prompts him.

“Uhm.” Chan can’t think, or rather, he’s thinking too much to focus. He keeps spiralling, mind creating stories of Y/n collapsed on a sidewalk or a sasaeng making it into the building and somehow finding her.

“I’ll go with Hyunjin and check the nearby cafes and convenience stores,” Felix offers. “It’s lunchtime, she could have gone out to get some food.”

“Jisung and I can stay here. We’ll prepare lunch and let you know if she comes back,” Minho says.

“Do you think Changbin-hyung and I should go to the company too?” Jeongin asks. “The two of us can go through the building so that Seungmin-hyung and Chan-hyung can stay in the studio.”

Although he’s having a hard time contributing to the conversation, Chan doesn’t miss all the glances that are being sent his way. He wants to reassure everyone that they don’t have to take care of him, that they should focus on finding Y/n, but he’s comforted by the efficient way that Seungmin is leading the group and knows he doesn’t have the capacity to be included in the search.

“Okay. So Felix, Hyunjin look around the neighbourhood. Minho-hyung and Jisung stay here. Chan-hyung, Changbin-hyung, Jeongin, and I will go to the company,” Seungmin confirms. Everyone nods and grabs their things to leave. Minho heads back to the kitchen, but not before reminding each pair to bring masks and hats.

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Once they arrive at the company, Seungmin immediately steers Chan towards his studio and sits him down in his chair, settling in front of him on the couch. Changbin and Jeongin have split up to search the building and Chan assumes that Seungmin is tasked with making sure that Chan doesn’t continue getting lost in a death spiral of thoughts. Judging from the concerned looks that he’s getting, even by random staff in the hallway, Chan’s not doing a good job of hiding his feelings.

"What's going on?" Seungmin says, head tilted slightly as he studies Chan. "I get it, you're worried, but there must be something else. You usually wouldn't freak out this much so quickly, hyung."

“What?” Chan laughs unconvincingly. “Nothing’s wrong. Other than the obvious fact that my soulmate was seriously injured and it’s my fault and now nobody knows where she is.”

In response, Seungmin just stares at Chan, who avoids his gaze. He’s always been one of the most perceptive members, even if he doesn’t always step in to interfere, and it’s clear that he sees right through Chan.

“Hyung, I know this isn’t just about not being able to find Y/n. You’ve been on edge since the hospital. In the beginning, it was understandable, but Y/n’s fine, the doctors said there was nothing to worry about, right?” Seungmin says after a moment.

“Right.”

“But you’ve been getting worse. There’s something more to it.”

“You’ve always been so smart, Seungminnie,” Chan sighs.

“Hyung,” Seungmin prompts him after he doesn’t continue.

“I said some things I didn’t mean. It hurt her and I didn’t know.” Chan shakes his head. “Or maybe I did know but I told myself that it was fine. I don’t even know why I said it, it just came out on its own. I was stressed, I was tired, but it isn’t an excuse. I feel like I’ve messed things up so much. I apologised the next day and she said that it was okay but it’s not. I think she actually believed the things that I said. I want to make things right, but I don’t know what I can do that would fix it.”

“It’s easy, hyung,” Seungmin says simply.

“Well, what should I do?”

“Just tell her. Tell her how you feel. Clear things up. Help her understand.”

There’s a quiet knock on the door and then Y/n peeks her head in, bringing the conversation to an end. Seeing the pair, she pushes the door open fully and steps inside. Relief crashes into Chan and he’s glad he’s already sitting because his legs feel weak.

 Seungmin takes that as a cue. He pats Chan on the shoulder encouragingly as he passes and slips out the door.

“What’s up? All Changbin said is that you were looking for me. Is something wrong?” Y/n asks, concerned.

“Y/n! What were you thinking?” All of Chan’s worry, stress, and fear bubble up, escaping as anger. He wasn’t expecting to yell, but it just comes out on its own. “What are you doing? Why are you here?”

He doesn’t register that he has stood up until he’s close enough that Y/n shifts, taking a step away. Ignoring the way that she stiffens, he grabs her shoulder and pulls her into his arms, leaning down to put his head on her shoulder. He immediately relaxes once he’s holding her and can feel the reassuring warmth of the Charge, anger rushing out of him as fast as it had come on.

“I was working,” she says, twisting slightly in an attempt to get away. Chan allows her to move back only so that he can cup her cheeks and smooths his hands down her arms, checking that she’s unharmed.

“Working- Y/n.” Chan wraps himself back around her, making sure to be careful of her still healing wound. He can’t stop his distress from leaking into his voice. “Don’t you know it’s not safe to be out yet? Your pictures, we couldn’t get all of them taken down. People know what you look like. And you should be resting.”

“I have a job, Chan-oppa. I can’t just not work. I've used up all my sick days already and there’s a lot that I’m not able to do from home. It’s okay, I wore a mask and was careful when I was taking the bus here.” She rests her hand on the top of Chan’s head reassuringly. There’s the tiniest bit of relief that he feels hearing that she’s dropped the formalities again, although it doesn’t ease the twisting of his stomach and the dread he feels thinking of her out in public.

“Don’t take the bus!” Chan says, sounding frantic. “Don’t walk! Don’t leave the dorms without someone else! Y/n, you know we’ve had problems with sasaengs knowing where we live or waiting outside the company. What if someone was there? What if they hurt you again?” The because of me is left unsaid, but they both know what he means. 

“Hey, hey.” Y/n combs through his hair soothingly, probably recognising now how serious this is for him. She tilts Chan’s face up to look at her and her eyes widen slightly. It’s only when her hands come up to cup his cheeks and her fingers gently swipe under his eyes that Chan realises he’s crying. He immediately tucks his face back into her neck, embarrassed. “It’s okay. I made it. I’m safe and you’re safe. You don’t have to worry about anything. Just stop and breathe with me for a second, okay?”

Chan doesn’t want to stop and breathe. He’s too busy thinking of how he felt on the car ride to the hospital, helpless to do anything except scroll endlessly through all the postings of people who had actually been there while he had been unaware of what had happened. He’s thinking of the conversation he overheard where Y/n had expressed her insecurities to Eunsung. He’s thinking of the lecture from Eunsung. He’s thinking of the warning he received from the doctor right before Y/n was released.

Suddenly, he can’t stand another moment without telling her how he feels. 

“You know I care about you, right?” Chan blurts out. Judging by the way that Y/n stills, hand frozen in his hair, she’s just as surprised to hear this as he is. When he doesn’t continue, she lets out an unconvincing huff of laughter.

“Yes, I know,” she says placatingly. Chan can tell she doesn’t quite believe him. He pulls back so that he is facing her fully.

“There are a lot of people that care about you,” Chan continues insistently. “Do you understand? I- I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you. I can’t bear it, the thought of you getting hurt again.” 

“Oppa, you don’t have to say this just because you think I want to hear it," she says, looking away. Now it’s Chan’s turn to reach up and cup Y/n’s face between his hands. They’re so close that he can see the moisture that’s starting to gather in her eyes. 

“I was out of my mind, not knowing where you were. The boys were worried too. Did you think that nobody cares what happens to you? We care- I care. A lot.”

“Channie-oppa,” Y/n says softly, “I know-”

“I’m sorry,” Chan interrupts. “I’m so sorry, I know that I messed up in more ways than one. I know that I hurt you. I- It’s tearing me up inside and I know that there’s nothing I can do to make up for the pain that I caused but I want to try. I really really lo- I really care about you.”

“I know you care,” Y/n repeats. They both ignore the word that Chan almost said. “Of course I do. You don’t have to say it because I see it in all the little things that you do. The way you introduced me to your family, how you always want to defend me from mine. When you carry me to bed after I fall asleep and make sure to do recordings or livestreams in other members’ rooms so that it doesn’t bother me. I know that you text me more than any other person you know. It’s just hard, sometimes. It feels surreal to be on the receiving end of so much… care. I don’t know what to do with it all.”

“If it’s ever too much, then let me know. But I will always always be here to remind you that you’re cared for. And that you’re worthy and deserving of that care. You make my life better, Y/n. You always have. I should have made that more obvious.”

“I-” Y/n reaches up to wipe away a tear that is slowly making its way down her cheek and laughs a little. “This is getting to be a bad habit, why am I always crying in here?”

Chan knows that Y/n is making a joke, but the truth behind her statement prevents him from laughing along. 

“I’m sorry,” he says again.

“You don’t have to keep apologising-”

“It’s not the studio that’s making you cry, Y/n. We both know it. It’s me.”

“Oppa, please don’t beat yourself up too much. This time is different anyway, these are happy tears and look- you’re crying too, that must mean it balances things out right? So I just have to make you cry one more time and then we’ll be even.” 

This time her comment works and Chan can’t stop a huff of laughter from escaping.

“There we go,” Y/n says, voice full of affection. “No more crying okay?”

“Okay.”

“I know this is going to be difficult. It-” Y/n pauses to take a deep breath. “It still hurts, I won’t lie. But this relationship, it requires effort from both of us and we’re both willing to put in the work. We can fix it together.”

Together.

Chan thinks that he can get used to the sound of that.

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Shopping / De compras.

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Character: Yujiro Hanma. Yujiro Hanma x Female Reader. Word count: 2k. Warning: Rude/absurd behavior on Yujiro's part and jealousy.

Parte en español, abajo. Requested by @abeeratmb

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After the father-son fight, the whole world began to idolize him, everyone recognized him and turned to look at him as soon as his imposing figure made his way through the crowd of people who until a moment ago were only focused on what was happening yours. Suddenly, the world was on the lookout for his every move or anything he did to talk about it with admiration, horror, dismay, or some indecipherable combination of the aforementioned three; Yujiro was no stranger to being recognized, but all that attention was starting to get annoying.

The mutterings of the people reached his ears due to the poor attempt of all the people around him to remain inconspicuous while talking about him, the ogre let out a warning growl as he turned to his side, everyone fell silent because of it. Y/n laughed at the scowl of the big man sitting in front of her, she was fully aware of the terrible mood Yujiro used to get when she kept insisting that she wanted to go out to the mall to do a couple of purchases, Yujiro first. He never liked accompanying her activities as trivial as that, however, with the extra attention Yujiro had reached a different level of rejection of mundane and everyday activities. He had given his arm this time only because she had pointed out how he had been denying her requests so much and how she planned to become stiflingly annoying if he continued to deny her, and with that, here they had it.

She gave Yujiro a couple of mocking thoughts for a few extra seconds before going on her tirade, completely uninterested about her companion's lack of interest.

“I've been excited to come to this new store since it opened last week,” Y/n recounted with a smile, her fingers fiddling with the eco-friendly straw she'd been drinking from earlier, “Everyone says it's full of items for everyone"

Yujiro hummed disinterestedly, his eyes darting around the place for anything that deserved his attention other than his partner's words that entered his ear like white noise, his menacing posture as he leaned back in his seat less noticeable to everyone around him. He nodded vaguely when Y/n turned to him with some question, he would let her listen to herself a bit more if it would make her move faster to get out of there.

Everything around him was obnoxiously quiet and everyday, just people minding their own business, however, he ended up catching a pair of eyes going to his table. They weren't on it.

"I was thinking of getting something for Baki too, do you think he might like something?" She glanced at him, finally asking for his direct opinion instead of settling for his lame expression of interest, "Are you listening?"

"Yeah, yeah, don't get involved with the boy" Y/n finished frowning, complaining again about how rude he was every time he did that. Yujiro continued to pay attention to the looks, a couple of them had joined when he took his eyes off them for a second to answer the woman in front of him. "Didn't you want to buy something? Go get it so we can leave."

"You're damned impatient when you don't like something." Y/n totally ignored the ogre's angry face, she moved before he could complain to get up from her spot and grab her bag, "However, it really is about time you let's go into that store"

Hanma made an annoyed face, letting his partner's words pass just because she agreed to finally go to her destination, and imitated her action by standing up. People focused on them as they walked side by side to get away from the area and towards the area where all the shops were with their flashy windows and bright lights, the whispers returned and the comments came from everywhere without hesitation. Yujiro doesn't like cutesy public displays of affection like holding hands, but his hand tingled in disgust at the attention he was getting Y/n from a bunch of weaklings; As if she was going to turn to look at any of those poor male prospects when she had him.

Y/n turned to the man who was with her, leaving her phone aside, when she felt how her smaller hand was completely wrapped Yujiro's hand. A mocking laugh escaped her lips as she clung to his arm, humming in amusement when she heard his grunt in response to her action.

They walked together like that, Yujiro checking the surroundings, the gazes had diminished, but they were still there.

When the Hanma came to, they were already in front of the store, it was a fairly striking store, probably the gyroscopic lights that moved slowly gave it that exotic and expensive air despite not being exaggeratedly decorated to give that idea. The climate control was subtle and the fresh scent of pine was an unexpected selection, but at the same time it was not disturbing. Yujiro let go of Y/n as she began to marvel at every little item she saw, staying out of the woman's bubbling excitement and only pulling her occasionally to continue exploring the place until she found what she wanted.

"What do you think about this?" She turned to him for his opinion, an overgarment that had been fastened to a hook for its display now hung in front of her.

"Is that clothes?" he grumbled, eyeing the piece with disgust.

"Isn't that cute?" Y/n laughed at the growl that came after her words, "You're right, I should take it."

"I won't pay for that," he warned with a pout.

“Like you really pay for something”

The ogre's scathing and sarcastic comment was interrupted by the store staff who were approaching them both, he had just been recognized and now they were receiving him as some kind of special guest, he turned his eyes and let them guide them to the changing room area while they stocked Y/n with most of the seasonal items for her to choose from as much as she wanted. Yujiro waited in some gray armchairs that were nearby as a waiting room, his impatient face focused on the red curtain that hid Y/n from him, ignoring the employees who approached to offer him something to drink.

A few more seconds, Y/n went outside to look at herself in the full length mirror outside the fitting room.

"I definitely have an eye for clothes, don't you think?" she commented, speaking over her shoulder without actually looking at her companion.

"Whatever" was the only thing he received before her mocking comment, "Take it if you want"

"Didn't you say a second ago that you wouldn't pay for this?" Her question, her fingers combing through her hair to style it just a bit from the change of clothes.

"You said so," he sneered, "It's not like I really paid for anything."

“How annoying.” Y/n turned to look at him this time, an angry scowl on her face.

The employees came back to make sure that they both had everything they wanted without having to bother to move from their place, Yujiro gave a silent order for them to comply with her wishes, everyone moved quickly and efficiently. Y/n let out an impressed whistle.

A couple of changes of clothes were enough for a couple of shopping bags to accumulate on the sofa next to the ogre, the same one who absentmindedly looked at the contents of each one, leaving Baki's gift out when he realized that she was really there over there.

When the woman was satisfied, they approached the cash register, it was a pain for Y/n to convince Yujiro to pay for her things, in the end she had to give up including him in future mall visits. An employee packed into several bags all the items that both were carrying, well, that she was carrying.

“Sir, do you want our employees to help your daughter carry her bags to her car?”

Silence settled among everyone present, an awkward atmosphere filled the place in a matter of nothing when Yujiro held the woman's gaze for a second that seemed like forever, Y/n doing everything possible not to double over and sneer shamelessly from the man right there.

Looks of curiosity were born on the faces of those present, waiting for Yujiro's words to end what they believed was quality care for an important figure and that would only bring recognition to their establishment. The cashier who had addressed Yujiro in the first place was beginning to feel uncomfortable in her own skin, the man's vacant gaze was more intimidating than the annoyed look he had exhibited earlier, she swallowed and silently sought help from the woman who had arrived with the bigger man, she had stood behind him doing nothing but smiling with some amusement at all the interaction.

"I," the ogre's girl finally spoke, "I'm his girlfriend"

Y/n made an inhuman effort not to laugh when the faces of the employees turned pale at the same time, she was being cruel, all of them ending up in a speechless state with a scared countenance. Yujiro still torturing the poor woman with his harassing gaze.

"You shouldn't worry about me" Y/n smiled kindly, her arm anchoring once more in Yujiro's arm, "My partner is kind and strong enough to carry all of this for me"

"Have a nice day" the cashier stammered throughout the farewell to him, almost incomprehensible.

Y/n went first, being closely followed by the imposing man who, in his mental gloom, was carrying her things. For Yujiro everything was starting to fit annoyingly, everyone had seen him as the father of his girlfriend all day, that pissed off his pride a bit.

Is she that good? Did anyone have any doubts about what Yujiro Hanma was capable of doing? Having this woman was just one of the easiest things, he had Y/n because there was undoubtedly no one like him. She frowned, she had started to make fun of him again, it was that mocking look that disgusted him the most, did she also have doubts about him?

He dropped all of her bags drawing the attention of the woman in front of him, stopping her teasing and earning her a disgusted look.

"Hey, you're going to break something," she snorted, "It would be a waste of money if something broke when we just bought it-"

Yujiro's large hand gripped Y/n's arm to drag her closer to him, his hands cushioning her impact as she landed on the ogre's chest, and then their lips were sealed in a demanding kiss that locked her in place with an almost constricting force. He used to be this demanding, but never in front of so many people.

The man's lips crushed against hers in a passionate, demanding kiss to prove one thing, he was her mate; they were together, she was his. Undoubtedly. It must be undoubted to whoever sees them together. Those present had laid their eyes on them when the kiss began, but many had to look away after it went on for so long, eager caresses up and down the smaller woman's back had made many people feel suddenly shy.

He let her go after feeling satisfied, a red face had replaced the sneer she had exhibited for a while, he liked that more. She was silent even when she asked him to bring her things and the way she hung onto his arm again so they could both disappear into the crowd.

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Personaje: Yujiro Hanma. Emparejamiento: Yujiro Hanma x Mujer lectora. Recuento de palabras: 2k. Advertencia: Comportamiento grosero/absurdo por parte de Yujiro y celos.

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Después de la pelea de padre e hijo el mundo entero empezó a idolatrarlo, todo mundo lo reconocía y se giraban a mirarlo tan pronto como su imponente figura se abría paso a través de la multitud de personas que hasta hace un momento solo estaban concentrados en lo suyo. De repente, el mundo estaba atento a todos sus movimientos o a cualquier cosa que hiciera para hablar sobre ello con admiración, horror, consternación o una indescifrable combinación de las tres antes mencionadas; Yujiro no era ajeno a ser reconocido, pero toda esa atención empezaba a ser molesta.

Los murmullos de las personas llegaban a sus oídos debido al pobre intento de todas las personas a su alrededor de pasar inadvertidos mientras hablaban de él, el ogro dejo ir un gruñido de advertencia mientras se giraba hacia su costado, todo mundo guardo silencio a causa de ello. T/n se rio del ceño fruncido del gran hombre sentado al frente suyo, era plenamente consciente del terrible humor que solía tener Yujiro cuando insistía sin cesar con que quería salir al centro comercial para hacer un par de compras, en primer lugar, a Yujiro jamás le gusto acompañarle en actividades tan triviales como esa, sin embargo, con la atención extra Yujiro había alcanzado un nivel diferente de rechazo ante las actividades mundanas y cotidianas. Él había dado su brazo a torcer en esta ocasión solo porque ella había señalado como había estado renegando tanto a sus peticiones y de cómo pensaba volverse asfixiantemente fastidiosa si continuaba dándole negativas, y con eso, aquí lo tenían.

Le dedico un par de pensamientos burlescos a Yujiro durante unos pocos segundos adicionales antes de empezar su diatriba, completamente desinteresada acerca de la falta de interés de su acompañante.

“Estaba entusiasmada por venir a esta nueva tienda desde que abrió la semana pasada,” T/n relato con una sonrisa, sus dedos jugueteaban con la pajilla ecológica de la que había estado bebiendo hace un rato, “Todo mundo dice que está llena de artículos para todo mundo”

Yujiro tarareo con desinterés, los ojos recorriendo todo el lugar por algo que mereciera su atención aparte de las palabras de su pareja que entraban como ruido blanco en su oído, su postura amenazante al estar reclinado sobre su asiento era menos notoria para todos a su alrededor. Asintió vagamente cuando T/n se dirigió a él con alguna pregunta, la dejaría escucharse un poco más si eso hacía que se moviera más rápido para irse de allí.

Todo a su alrededor era detestablemente tranquilo y cotidiano, solo personas ocupándose de sus propios asuntos, sin embargo, termino por captar un par de ojos que se dirigían a su mesa. No estaban puestas en él.

“Estaba pensando en conseguir algo para Baki también, ¿crees que algo le guste?” ella lo miro, finalmente pidiéndole una opinión directa en lugar de conformarse con la deficiente expresión de interés que hace, “¿Estás escuchándome?”

“Si, si, no te relaciones con el muchacho” T/n termino de fruncir el ceño, quejándose otra vez de lo grosero que era cada vez que hacía eso. Yujiro continúo prestándole atención a las miradas, un par de ellas se habían sumado cuando aparto sus ojos un segundo para responderle a la mujer frente a él. “¿Acaso no querías comprar algo? Ve por eso para que podamos irnos”

“Eres detestablemente impaciente cuando algo no te gusta” T/n ignoro olímpicamente el rostro enojado del ogro, ella se movió antes de que él pudiera quejarse para levantarse de su lugar y sujetar su bolso, “Sin embargo, realmente ya es hora de que entremos a esa tienda”

Hanma hizo un rostro de fastidio, dejando pasar las palabras de su pareja solo porque accedió a ir finalmente a su destino, e imito la acción de ella al ponerse de pie. La gente se centró en ellos cuando caminaron a la par para alejarse de la zona y dirigirse hacia el área en donde estaban todas las tiendas con sus llamativos escaparates y luces brillantes, los murmullos regresaron y los comentarios venían de todas partes sin reparo. A Yujiro no le gustan las cursis demostraciones públicas de afecto como tomarse de las manos, pero su mano hormigueo de disgusto al notar la atención que estaba recibiendo T/n por parte de un puñado de debiluchos; como si ella fuese a voltear a mirar a cualquiera de esos pobres prospectos de hombres cuando lo tenía a él.

T/n se volteó hacia el hombre que la acompañaba, dejando de lado su teléfono, cuando sintió como su mano más pequeña era envuelta en su totalidad por la mano de Yujiro. Una risa burlesca se escapó de sus labios cuando se ancló al brazo de él, tarareando con diversión cuando escucho el gruñido de respuesta ante su acción.

Caminaron juntos de esa forma, Yujiro comprobando los alrededores, las miradas habían disminuido, pero seguían allí.

Cuando el Hanma regreso en sí ya estaban frente a la tienda, era una tienda medianamente llamativa, probablemente las luces giroscópicas que se movían lentamente le daban ese aire exótico y costoso a pesar de no estar exageradamente decorada para dar esa idea. La climatización era sutil y el aroma fresco de pino era una selección que no te esperabas, pero al mismo tiempo no resultaba molesto. Yujiro dejo ir a T/n cuando esta empezó a maravillarse por cada pequeño artículo que veía, quedándose al margen de la burbujeante emoción de la mujer y solo tirando de ella ocasionalmente para que continuara explorando el lugar hasta encontrar lo que quería.

“¿Qué piensas de esto?” ella se giró hacia él en busca de su opinión, una prenda superior que estaba ajustada en un gancho para su exhibición ahora colgaba frente a ella.

“¿Eso acaso es ropa?” él se quejó, observando con disgusto la pieza.

“¿Verdad que es lindo?” T/n se rio del gruñido que vino tras sus palabras, “Tienes razón, debería llevarla”

“No pagaré por eso” advirtió con mala cara.

“Como si realmente pagaras por algo”

El comentario mordaz y sarcástico del ogro fue interrumpido por el personal de la tienda que se acercaban a ambos, acababa de ser reconocido y ahora lo estaban recibiendo como a una especie de invitado especial, giro los ojos y les dejo guiarlos hasta el área de probadores mientras surtían a T/n de la mayoría de las prendas de temporada para que escogiera cuanto quisiera. Yujiro espero en unos sillones grises que estaban cerca de allí a modo de sala de espera, su rostro impaciente se concentró en la cortina roja que escondía a T/n de él, ignorando a los empleados que se acercaban para ofrecerle algo de tomar.

Unos segundos más, T/n salió para mirarse en el espejo de cuerpo completo que estaba fuera del probador.

“Definitivamente tengo un buen ojo para la ropa, ¿no crees?” ella comentó, hablando por encima del hombro sin mirar realmente a su acompañante.

“Como sea” fue lo único que ella recibió ante su burlón comentario, “Llévatelo si quieres”

“¿Hace un segundo no dijiste que no pagarías por esto?” cuestiono, sus dedos peinando su cabello para estilizarlo solo un poco por el cambio de ropa.

“Tú lo dijiste” él se burló con una risa, “No es como si realmente pagara por algo”

“Que fastidioso” T/n lo volteo a ver esta vez, una mueca de enojo en su rostro.

Los empleados volvieron para cerciorarse de que ambos tuvieran todo lo que quisieran sin tener que tomarse las molestias de moverse de su lugar, Yujiro dio una orden silenciosa para que cumplieran con los deseos de ella, todos se movieron rápido y eficientemente. T/n dejo ir un silbido impresionado.

Un par de cambios de ropa bastaron para que un par de bolsas de compras se acumularan en el sofá junto al ogro, el mismo que miraban distraídamente el contenido de cada una, dejando fuera el regalo de Baki cuando se percató de que realmente estaba allí.

Cuando la mujer estuvo satisfecha se acercaron a la caja registradora, fue un fastidio para T/n el convencer a Yujiro de que pagara por sus cosas, al final tuvo que renunciar a incluirlo en visitas al centro comercial en el futuro. Una empleada empacó en varias bolsas todos los artículos que ambos estaban llevando, bueno, que ella estaba llevando.

“Señor, ¿quiere que nuestros empleados ayuden a su hija a llevar sus bolsas a su auto?”

El silencio se asentó entre todos los presentes, una atmosfera incómoda inundo el lugar en cuestión de nada cuando Yujiro le sostuvo la mirada a la mujer por un segundo que pareció eterno, T/n haciendo hasta lo imposible para no doblarse sobre sí misma y burlarse descaradamente del hombre justo allí.

Las miradas de curiosidad nacieron en los rostros de los presentes, esperando por las palabras de Yujiro para dar por finalizada a la que creían fue una atención de calidad para una figura importante y que solo traería reconocimiento a su establecimiento. La cajera que se había dirigido a Yujiro en primer lugar empezaba a sentirse incómoda en su propia piel, la mirada vacía del hombre resultaba más intimidante de la mirada de molestia que había exhibido antes, trago saliva y busco ayuda silenciosa de la mujer que había llegado con el hombre más grande, ella se había quedado parada tras él sin hacer más que sonreír con cierta diversión ante toda la interacción.

“Yo” la mujer del ogro hablo finalmente, “Yo soy su novia, en realidad”

T/n hizo un esfuerzo inhumano para no reírse cuando los rostros de los empleados palidecieron al mismo tiempo, estaba siendo cruel, todos terminando por quedarse en un estado mudo con un semblante asustado. Yujiro aun torturando a la pobre mujer con su hostigante mirada fija.

“No deben preocuparse por mí” T/n sonrió amablemente, su brazo anclándose una vez más al brazo de Yujiro, “Mi pareja es lo suficientemente amable y fuerte para llevar todo esto por mí"

“Que tenga un buen día” la cajera tartamudeo durante toda su despedida, casi incomprensiva.

T/n marcho primero siendo seguida de cerca por el imponente hombre que, en su penumbra mental, cargaba sus cosas. Para Yujiro todo empezaba a encajar fastidiosamente, todos lo habían visto como el padre de su novia durante todo el día, eso molesto un poco su orgullo.

¿Qué había con ella? ¿Acaso alguien tenía duda sobre lo que era capaz de hacer Yujiro Hanma? El tener a esta mujer no era más que una de las cosas más fáciles, él tenía a T/n porque indudablemente no había nadie como él. Frunció el ceño, ella había empezado a burlarse de él otra vez, era esa mirada burlona lo que más le disgustaba, ¿acaso ella también tenía dudas de él?

Dejo caer todas las bolsas llamando la atención de la mujer frente a él, deteniendo sus burlas y ganándose la mirada disgustada de la misma.

“Oye, vas a romper algo” ella resopló, “Sería un desperdicio de dinero si algo llega a romperse cuando lo acabamos de comprar-“

La gran mano de Yujiro sujeto el brazo de T/n para arrastrarla más cerca de él, sus manos amortiguando su impacto al posarse en el pecho del ogro, y luego sus labios fueron sellados en un beso exigente que la aprisionaba en su lugar con una fuerza casi constrictora. Él solía ser así de exigente, pero jamás frente a tanta gente.

Los labios del hombre se aplastaron contra los de ella en un beso apasionado y demandante por demostrar una cosa, él era su pareja; estaban juntos, ella era suya. Indudablemente. Debía ser indudable para quien sea que los vea juntos. Los presentes habían puesto sus ojos en ellos cuando el beso comenzó, pero muchos tuvieron que desviar la mirada después de que se prolongó durante tanto tiempo, caricias ansiosas que subían y bajaban por la espalda más pequeña de la mujer habían hecho que muchas personas se sintieran tímidas de repente.

La dejo ir después de sentirse satisfecho, un rostro rojo había reemplazado la mueca de burla que ella había exhibido desde hace un rato, eso le gusto más. Fue silenciosa incluso cuando le pidió que trajera sus cosas y en la forma en que se colgó de su brazo otra vez para que ambos pudieran desaparecer entre la multitud.

[sofasoap]

Accidental meet cute

Pairing : Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x F!reader

Summary: What happens when your friend tries to be a cupid behind your back?

Part of Gaz Fest 2023

Warning : M rating. Semi-crack, meet cute. Coarse languages.

A/N: Thank you @glitterypirateduck for organising the writing festival!! * cheering *

Thank you @siilvan and @jynxmirage for listening to my brain storming blabberings :) Based on real life event ( ..80% of it ) see End A/N.

Enjoy!!

Moving away from the crowd as you finish watching one of the bands onstage, in search of some beverages to quench your thirst. 

You were dragged along to the music festival by your friend, which to be honest, you had no interest in attending at all. After being nudged and bribed ( well, thinking back, more like coerced) by your friend and with promises of staying in a caravan instead of roughing it out in a basic tent and possible muddy floor, you gave in.

“Come on! My parents said they can lend us their old caravan, there’s enough space for four of us in there. There's a toilet and a basic shower.” your friend trying hard to sell you the idea. “ Plus, you seriously need to get out and experience the sunlight. You can’t coop up at home all the time, and complain about you never getting a chance to find your ‘soulmate’ “ putting her hands up and doing an air quotation mark, she exasperated. 

Well, that is true. You aren’t the most outgoing person, and it is time to finally do some socialisation, to enjoy life a little bit, and maybe, just that maybe, you can break your record of partnerness life. 

You didn’t quite expect the tricks and plots your friend went to trying to find you a date.

As you were ordering a glass of wine from the mobile bar not far away, your phone started ringing. Frowning as you stare at the unknown number, you hesitated for a few seconds before picking it up. 

“Hello???” 

“Heyyyyy is this uh…what’s her name again??” the speaker on the other side of the phone turned away to call out to someone in the background, and you heard a mumble which sounded like your name as a reply. Is that your friend Emma’s voice???

“OH yes hey hey.” They greeted you again with your name. “I got this number from your friend, and my friend Kyle, who I might add is a very handsome fellow, is quite willing to meet up with you.” A vague muffled protest could be heard in the background, but was quickly shushed by the speaker on the phone. 

You pull your phone away, staring at the screen, utterly confused. What the hell is this about??

“Hey handsome!! Take this!!” 

Kyle looked down at the wrist band a random passerby just threw into his hand, with what seems to be phone numbers written on it.

“If you are interested, ring the number!!”  Ah so he was right. “Wait,” Pulling the girl back, “Interested in what?” 

The girl giggled, “My friend! We are trying to get her out of the dating desert.” Holding up the wristful of bands, “We made a whole lot of these and now giving it out to people, see if we will get some luck. Oh, she doesn’t know about it though.” Kyle cocked an eyebrow, silently questioning the girl’s method without the said person’s consent. 

“OH he is definitely interested, you got a picture of her?” Kyle’s friend perked up beside him,leaning his head onto his shoulder as he wrapped his around around the other. “What a coincidence, we are trying to get our good buddy here,” patting Kyle’s shoulder and in the process nearly spilling the beer in his hand. “Some actions as well. He’s been wayyy too busy with work to brush some rust off his dick.”

Trust his good friend to say something decent. 

The girl just laughed, and took out her phone, scrolling through the photo album and flipped the screen towards Kyle and friend. “There, that’s her, third from the right. What do you think?” 

“Sorry but who the hell is this and how in the hell did you get my number??” You semi yelled into the phone, as the background crowd noise and the band on stage started playing again.

“Your friend Emma! She was giving out numbers to people!” 

OH that bitch… you turned around to look at your two other friends, who are currently holding drinks in their hands, with a stiff smile on their face, looking semi guilty but not sorry at all. 

“Surprise!”  One of your friends laughed nervously as you glared at them, hands up trying to defend themselves. “We just want to help you..”   

“Hello?? Hellooo? You still there?” you turned back to your phone, ignoring your friend’s comment. “ Put Emma on the phone for me, PLEASE.”  You try to sound as polite as possible to the stranger on the phone as you requested for your friend, but a hint of anger still sips through. 

“So, explain yourself.” You growled. 

“Oh, you’ll like him, I promise.” Dodging your anger, Emma quickly put forward her case, “Look, I can see him right in front of me, I chatted to him for a bit, and his friend, who is equally as cute,” she sighed, “ come on, just come over to meet him! He fits all your criteria, plus, he did mention you are his type. So, just pop over to the beer bar on the other side of the main stage, he will meet you there.” 

“I don’t think your friend is that interested in me by the sound of it… ““Relax! She is TOTALLY interested!” Just before you hung up the call you briefly overheard Emma reassuring… Kyle? 

Ah well. Why not? Let’s give it a try. This isn’t much difference to some blind date or meeting up through a dating app right?

And for the second time, you gave in to your friend.

“What did Emma say he looks like??” your friend whispered into your ear, as the three of you looked around the bar area, trying to spot the guy.

 Looking down at her phone, checking the message Emma sent through; “Let see.. Uh, Dark skin, short curly hair..taller than you? Brown eyes.. And.. scar on his cheek on the left? How vague can this woman be…”she mumbled. 

Your eye stopped at this tall dark man standing at the corner of the bar. 

There he is, in a simple white singlet, ¾ blue jeans and matching cream colour shoes and jacket tied around his waist. 

Casual, yet stylish. And wooah boy, the tight fit clothing definitely shows off his lean but well toned muscles beautifully. Is it suddenly getting hotter in here?

“I think that’s him there….” you whispered into your friend’s ear as you pointed to him.”he is the only one that fits all the description…” 

“Let me go scout him out.” Before you can say anything or pull her back, she marched towards the bar, full of purpose. 

She subtly slid into the gap between him and the patron next to him, ordering a drink, while trying to side eye him at same time. 

Her eyes brighten up as she spotted something, and turn towards facing you and your other friend, nodding furiously. 

“OH! Is that the wristband Emma gave you?” you heard your friend speak loudly. Gosh, how much more embarrassment would your friend bring you? You mentally facepalm yourself as your other friend drags you towards the bar. “You must be Kyle! Where is Emma and your friend??”

You can see him getting startled as he jumps slightly, turning around to face her. “Um, they took off about ten minutes ago, saying there was a band that both of them needed to check out…um, who are you?” Waving her hand dismissively, “It doesn’t matter who I am, it matters who SHE is. Come come, come meet my friend, the mysterious lady you are going to try woo tonight.” She stepped forward and half pushed you towards the bar area, “Alright, two of you have fun! We are going to check out the food stalls outside!” 

With that, your friend just left you and Kyle, standing in the middle of the bar, staring at each other awkwardly. Fidgeting with your hand, you decided to break the ice first. “Hey um, So, you are Kyle?”  holding your hand out, you introduced yourself. 

“Kyle, Kyle Garrick, but everyone calls me Gaz,”  you raised your eyebrow, confused. He chuckled, “Inside joke. Don’t worry.” waving towards an empty seat right beside you, “you must be tired walking all the way from the otherside of the festival ground in the mud. Take the seat.” Oh a gentleman, you thought, tick a box. 

“Thanks Ky… Gaz.” After turning around ordering yourself a drink, you start asking him questions. “So.. seen any bands you like?”

Gaz shrugged. “ I’m not familiar with any of them to be honest with you. I got dragged here by my friend because he said I need, ah, more, ahem, companionship.” Gaz quickly took a sip of his beer, hiding his embarrassment of hidden meanings of his words. 

Eyes wide, you perked up, “OH I thought I was the only victim!! My friends, the ones you just met,” waving into the air into nowhere while rolling your eyes. “dragged me here because they said I need to find someone to relieve my sexual frustration.” 

Gaz burst out laughing at your bluntness. “Sounds like we have much in common. Should we form a self-help group to recover from the trauma our friend has bestowed upon us?” Gaz gives you a wink and flashes you a wide smile as he jokingly suggested. 

Very cute smile too. How perfect can this man be? Got humour,physically attractive, a gentleman.. You have to admit, Emma might have helped you to hit a jackpot here. 

“Well, to form a group, we have to start up a member list.” You tilted your head as you whipped out your phone,smirking. “And better set up regular meetings to talk about our problems right?” Using all the flirting energy you haven’t had a chance to use.. At all? You are going all out. 

“So, we should set up a date then?” There’s a mischievous yet excitement in his eyes and bright smile as he takes your phone to enter his own number in there. 

“It’s a date.”  

“You going to shag him tonight?”

“Shut the hell up Emma… and Thanks.” 

Ok. so I said it's based on a true event. and 80% of it's truth. idea came from my receptionist, who excitingly told me about her experience at a country music festival she went to last week. She made up a whole lot of wrist bands with her name and phone number on it, and both her friends and her were handing it out during the festival. she did end up striking a date :) which is happening this week LOL. So.. it works??

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[dr3ams-c0me-tru]

Ballister has always been uncomfortable in the spotlight. It's understandable - the media was never very favorable towards him.

So, when Ambrosius asked him on a date for the first time, it was in a quiet moment after training. He made sure they were away from the other cadets and escaped the guard that his family still thought he didn't notice followed him.

Sore, tired, and a little sweaty, they stopped just outside Ballister's room, and he twisted his gloves in his hands nervously. Bal, misinterpreting his faraway gaze, bumped his shoulder against Ambrosius'.

"Cheer up, Goldenloin. It's no fun to kick your ass if you're going to mope about it."

Ambrosius looked up to see Bal's teasing smile and fond eyes, and couldn't help but smile back.

"Knights don't mope, they brood," he corrected. Bal laughed in response, and Ambrosius knew he couldn't live another second without this man in his life.

"Go out with me," he blurted, and Bal's whole body seemed to freeze. Ambrosius swallowed. "Please," he added, as an afterthought. Bal's mouth dropped open just a bit, and his big, brown eyes shown with an emotion Ambrosius longed to read.

Ambrosius felt nerves bubble up in his chest and start to escape his lips, what he was sure was half-coherent nonsense that only vaguely resembled the sentences he'd rehearsed the past several days. "I'd love to take you to dinner tonight, or tomorrow, if you're busy - and we don't have to do dinner, it can be, um, a walk, or-or..." He gulped again. "Whatever you want."

His heart pounded, and he thought if he could step out of his body and take a look, he could see his whole body thumping with the momentum.

The past few months, he'd wavered between the absolute certainty that this little dance they'd been doing together had been slowly leading to this - to something more, something that made the longing in his chest make sense - and the doubt that it was all in his head. That Ballister - witty, strong, compassionate - would never feel that way about him. The niggling insecurity that shadowed so much of his life - do they like Ambrosius, or simply the status of Gloreth's descendent.

After a moment that felt both like a second and a thousand years, Bal smiled shyly at him. "That would be nice. Love - uh, I'd love to."

"Yeah?" Ambrosius hardly breathed.

"Yeah." He confirmed. "Tonight?"

"Tonight." Ambrosius agreed, smiling brilliantly.

________________

Ambrosius has never loved the spotlight per say, but it’s where he grew up. It was a game he knew how to play well, and, sometimes, it was even kind of fun.

So, when Bal proposed to Ambrosius, he made sure Ambrosius was in center stage.

They were unveiling the new and improved Gloredome after the destruction done to the last one. They were having a ribbon cutting ceremony, celebration, the works. As he stepped out on the stage, he felt the crowd's energy buzz through him.

Beside him, a few of the knights who have been helping him rebuild and reimagine the Institute and the kingdom; and, of course, Bal.

Ambrosius turned slightly from the podium after he finished his introduction speech, thanking the people, the sponsors, construction crew, and everyone under the sun who had even thought about the new building. Quickly, he caught Bal’s eye and winked, a small, silent greeting to convey to Bal that he appreciated him here. Ambrosius had learned a lot from recent events, but one of the biggest lessons was that he never wanted to look around and not see Bal again. Ever.

He turned back to face the crowd and looked up at the teleprompter reminding him of his lines.

“As wonderful as all our contributors are, I know you folks are ready for the main event. The Gloredome has always been more than a building. It is where we come together as a kingdom, cheer on our knights, and so much more. I’m excited and honored to be here to open the doors and bring our people together once again,” Ambrosius continued.

“With that being said, there’s just one more question to ask: Will I say yes…” Ambrosius trailed off, squinting in confusion at the teleprompter as it fed him lines he didn’t remember rehearsing. Will I say yes and make my boyfriend the happiest man in the kingdom?

Gasps suddenly popped up throughout the crowd, and, instinctively, Ambrosius again turned to Bal to see if he knew what was going on.

Bal wasn’t where Ambrosius had seen him last, though. Instead, he was just a few steps away, one knee to the ground, and a hand holding out something small and glimmering.

Vaguely, he could hear the crowd roaring behind him, but it was a dull noise compared to Bal’s words.

“What do you say? Will you have my hand, in marriage this time?” Bal asked, and Ambrosius couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out of him. They had worked so hard to get here.

“Yes. I’ll have all of you, always. Please,” he felt like he was begging, despite Bal being the one on his knees, but he quickly remedied that by dragging him up and in.

They kept it short, conscious of the crowd around them, but Ambrosius still took a moment to rest his forehead against Bal’s, savoring every detail, from the angle of the sun reflecting in Bal’s eyes to the warmth of his hands on his waist. “If you’ll have me.”

“Only you. Always.” Bal promised. He took his hand, and smoothly put the ring in place on his finger.

Feeling the dopey grin taking up his face, Ambrosius finally gave into the urge to whirl back towards the crowd and pump his fist in the air.

“Whoo!” He let out, and the crowd answered, as they always do, “Whoo!”

He had a lot to make up for, things to unlearn, and hurt to repair when it came to Bal. He’d let Bal take the lead, letting him decide what he was ready for and when. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Bal, that Bal was more important than any one else, any title he might have, any fight they might stumble into. He worked hard to prove that to Bal, to make up for the lies and betrayal they’d been through. He still doubted himself, wondered if he was doing enough, but if Bal thought they were ready, if he wanted to declare, in the front of the whole kingdom, their devotion to each other, then, well…

Ambrosius wasn’t going to be stupid enough to doubt him again.

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10. Threes a Crowd

Barbarian. Biker!Jake

Strictly 18+.

A/n: I sure hope you guys are ready cause shit is about to get crazzyyyyyy 😉. I also wanna take the time so say thank you so much to all who read and interact with my stories! All the reactions and the praises and the sweet comments in my asks and messages really keep me going with this whole writing thing! I love you guys 🩷. As always, please read at your own discretion as this story has a lot of dark themes, but also enjoy the ride!

Content Warnings: vomiting (Emetophobia triggers), mentions of pregnancy (some negative elements attached to it, heavy angst… may be missing a few but I think I touched the big ones.

Word Count: 3k

Masterlist

Jake wasn’t beside you the next morning, but that wasn’t unusual. What was unusual was the wave of nausea that hit you the moment your eyes opened. Sitting upright only made it worse. Clutching a hand over your mouth, you scurried into the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before vomiting violently.

You heaved until your stomach ached, your body convulsing with each retch. When you finally finished, you collapsed back on your heels with a shuddering sigh. Tilting your head back, you fought to keep tears at bay. Part of it was the sting of throwing up, but the real reason for the tears forming in your eyes was the gnawing suspicion of what this sudden sickness most likely meant.

The suspicion had been there, lingering in the back of your mind. You were about a week late. As much as you knew it to be true, you refused to believe it without solid proof. The reality was too grim, and you were determined to delay facing it for as long as possible.

Gathering your composure, you flushed the toilet and went to the sink to wash your hands and face. You looked at your reflection in the mirror, noticing the pallor of your skin and the worry etched across your features. After brushing your teeth thoroughly, you avoided mouthwash, fearing it might trigger another wave of nausea.

Once you felt physically better, you reentered the bedroom and picked up your phone, dialing Angela’s number. It was still early, and the phone rang several times before her groggy voice answered.

“Hey, Ange,” you said, trying to conceal the tremor in your voice, “can you come over? I need your help.”

There was a pause on the other end, then Angela’s voice softened with concern. “Of course. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Are you okay?”

You swallowed hard, the gravity of your situation pressing down on you. “I don’t know,” you whispered. “Just… please hurry.”

Hanging up, you sat on the edge of the bed, your mind racing. The minutes dragged by as you waited for Angela, each second amplifying your anxiety. You knew you had to face the truth, but the fear of what it would mean for your future—and for Jake—was unsettling.

The Barbarians stood around their usual meeting spot, waiting for Alejandro to arrive. They had agreed that the money would be delivered to him in three separate drop-offs, ensuring that if anything went wrong, not all of the money would be lost.

Jake was anxious. If Alejandro wasn’t pleased with how things were going, all the blame would fall on him, as it was his idea.

Ace sensed Jake’s unease but knew better than to draw attention to it. He had unwavering faith in Jake and his plan. If things went awry due to Alejandro’s dissatisfaction, he would back Jake to the end. This silent understanding allowed Jake to remain calm.

As always, thirty minutes past the planned meeting time, three black Escalades pulled up. Alejandro leapt out of the middle one as soon as its engine idled.

Two of his men walked past the group to the truck where Nicky stood. Nicky lifted the back of the truck, and the men retrieved several bags of cash before stepping aside to begin counting.

Jake felt the weight of Alejandro’s scrutinizing gaze as he stared down Jake and the rest of the Barbarians while his men counted the money.

After a stretch of silence, one of the men looked at his boss and gave a thumbs up. “Looks like it’s all here.”

Alejandro’s expression shifted to one of delight, and he let out a loud cackle. He strode over to Jake and shook his hand roughly. “You know, I knew when the Barbarian Prince had a plan, I wouldn’t be disappointed.”

Nicky rolled his eyes in disgust. He couldn’t understand why Jake was getting so much credit when he and his boys were the ones handling the money. Without him, Jake’s plan wouldn’t be succeeding.

Jake shook Alejandro’s hand, ignoring Nicky’s disapproving glare burning into his back. “I told you that you could count on us,” he said, concealing the nerves still coursing through his veins.

“I knew I could count on you,” Alejandro emphasized, his hazel eyes piercing into Jake’s, still not releasing his grip.

His men began moving the bags into their cars, giving Ace a sense of relief. With the first sum of money in Alejandro’s possession, they were one step closer to being done with this ordeal.

“But,” Alejandro lifted a finger, “I don’t want to celebrate too soon. You still have two more drops to prove that putting my faith in you and this club wasn’t a big waste of my time.”

Jake nodded. “I understand.”

Alejandro smiled again, patting Jake on the cheek. “I knew you would.”

He turned to Ace with a sly grin. “You’ve got a good one here, Acey boy. An excellent choice for your new club President, don’t you agree?”

Ace glanced at Jake, then quickly at Nicky, knowing he wouldn’t like the sound of that. “I guess he’s a pretty good choice,” he chuckled. “But it’ll be up to the guys to vote.”

Alejandro, clearly in an instigating mood, looked back at Nicky’s dissatisfied face. “I bet that will be an interesting ordeal. Am I allowed to cast a vote of my own?”

He laughed before anyone could answer, patting Ace on the arm. “Kidding, of course. I trust your men know what’s best for them. At least, I hope they do.”

With the cars now loaded up, Alejandro turned to make his exit. “Keep up the good work, Barbarian Prince. I’ll see you next time around.”

As Alejandro and his men drove off, the tension lingered. Jake knew the road ahead was fraught with challenges, but with Ace’s silent support and the stakes so high, failure was not an option.

You held your head in your hands as you sat on the toilet lid, overwhelmed. Angela sat across from you on the bathroom counter, the four positive pregnancy tests lined up beside her, taunting and mocking you.

It had been quiet for several minutes, Angela watching you process the reality laid out before you.

“What am I gonna do, Ange?” you finally sobbed, covering your face to stifle your cries. “I never planned on staying here this long. I never planned on this happening. I was just trying to save up enough money to get away, and now…” you paused to regain your composure, “I can’t just leave. Not like this. I just…”

Words failed you, and you continued to cry. This was the last situation you thought you’d find yourself in when you traveled to Genoa. It complicated things beyond measure, and you weren’t even sure where to start.

Both possible outcomes were terrifying.

Angela crossed over to you and rubbed a soothing hand down your back. She knew how desperately you wanted to leave, but this was a sticky situation.

“I can’t tell you what to do,” she sighed, trying her best to comfort you. “That’s a decision you have to make on your own. But can I tell you what I think you should do?”

You looked up at her with a sniffle, your face pale from crying so hard.

“You need to tell Jake. You need someone other than me to help support you and figure out what you want to do. Whatever choice you make, I’m sure he’ll support you.”

You shook your head. “What if he’s mad? Im sure this is just as much an inconvenience for him as it is for me.”

Angela offered a sympathetic smile. “Or, it could be the one thing both of you need. You’ll never know unless you talk to him.”

You seriously doubted that would be the case, but you knew you couldn’t keep something like this from Jake. Maybe if you got his perspective, you’d find some clarity on your next steps.

Angela comforted you while you cried for several more minutes until your tears finally ceased. She agreed to take your shift at the Tavern that evening, giving you time to work things out with yourself.

“Are you going to be alright?” she asked worriedly, standing at the front door of the trailer, hesitant to leave you alone so soon.

You shrugged, feeling detached from reality. “I’ve been alright so far. I’ll be alright now.”

Angela pulled you into a tight hug before descending the staircase. “Call me if you need anything.”

“I will,” you assured her, “thanks.”

You shut the door behind her and let out a heavy sigh. Entering the kitchen, you checked the time on the stove. Jake would be home in a few hours. If you were going to have this conversation with him, it would be better to do it over food.

Determined to make the most of the time you had, you started preparing dinner. As you chopped vegetables and set water to boil, your mind raced with possible scenarios of how Jake might react. You hoped for understanding but prepared yourself for disappointment.

Time did nothing to calm you. Each passing minute only heightened your anxiety, and you almost ruined dinner three separate times. You went back and forth on whether you even wanted to tell Jake the news, playing out different scenarios in your head. You could delay no longer, you heard the front door open, and dread surged through you. You couldn’t even look at Jake, pretending the pot you were stirring required your full attention.

A smile spread across his face at the aroma of a home-cooked meal greeted him.

“You know, Cherry, you’re starting to spoil me,” he joked, plopping down on the couch. “Coming home to home-cooked meals every day—I’m gonna start getting used to this.”

He waited for your usual sly remark, but when you didn’t even glance at him, he got up and walked into the kitchen to see what was wrong.

“Cherry? Everything alright?”

You froze, your back still to him, your hands beginning to tremble as you struggled to keep your composure.

“Cherry?” His voice was more worried now.

Slowly, you turned to face him, your eyes revealing the depth of your concern.

“Jake, I’m pregnant.”

Jake’s expression shifted from worry to shock. His mouth fell open slightly, and his eyes widened. You watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed with a hard swallow.

“What?”

You held his gaze for a moment longer before retreating to the bedroom. When you returned with the pregnancy test in hand, Jake was still rooted to the spot.

Handing it to him, you watched as he stared down at the two pink lines, trying to decipher his thoughts from his expressionless face.

Finally, he looked back up at you, seeing the tears you were trying to hold back.

He wished he could say something, but he knew nothing would come out right under the pressure he felt.

Jake turned, tossed the pregnancy test on the counter, and fled toward the front door, not even bothering to grab his helmet.

“Jake—” you called after him.

He flung the door open, stormed down the stairs, and brought his bike to life.

You stood in the doorway as he backed out of the driveway, then sped out of the trailer park.

The roar of his engine faded into the distance, leaving you in the thick silence of an uncertain future.

Jake rode around the isolated desert for hours. Though the landscape around him was peaceful, the turmoil inside him was a completely different story. The setting sun cast long shadows over the sand, but all he could see was the image of the positive pregnancy test, the two pink lines searing into his mind like a brand. Your face, pale and filled with worry, haunted him.

As he sped through the barren terrain, the wind whipped around him, doing little to cool the feverish thoughts that raced through his head. How could this have happened? He thought about the nights spent with you, the careless passion, the moments where everything seemed to fall away except for the two of you. Now, those moments had led to something neither of you had planned for, something that changed everything.

Fear gripped him. He had no idea how to be a father, no idea how to provide the stability a child needed. His own upbringing had been anything but stable, and the thought of repeating that cycle terrified him. Could he even be the kind of man who could handle this responsibility? Or was he destined to fail, like he always feared deep down?

He recalled the look in your eyes, the mixture of hope and fear. You had been so vulnerable, and he had fled. You didn’t deserve to be left standing there, alone and scared. He knew he had to face this, face you, but the weight of it all felt crushing.

Then there was the club. The Barbarians were his family, and regardless of how he felt about it, they were a big part of his life, but the idea of raising a child within that lifestyle was daunting. He couldn’t imagine bringing up a kid surrounded by the violence and uncertainty that came with being part of the club. What if he had a son? Would he want to follow in his father’s footsteps as Jake had, getting drawn into the same dangerous world? And what if things got ugly somewhere down the line? The thought of putting you and the child at risk because of his affiliations filled him with dread. He couldn’t bear the idea of his child living in fear, or worse, being harmed because of the choices he had made. The prospect of needing to shield his family from the darker parts of his life weighed heavily on him, adding another layer to his already overwhelming concerns.

Amid all these worries, the one that gnawed at him the most was how you were coping. He imagined you back at the trailer, trying to hold yourself together, and his heart ached. You had looked so scared, so fragile, and he had walked out. The thought of you feeling abandoned, dealing with this monumental change alone, made him feel like the lowest kind of coward.

A deeper fear, one he hadn’t dared to acknowledge, surfaced. What if you didn’t even want to keep the baby? The thought bruised him more than he expected. It hurt to think you might not see a future with this child, with him, but he also understood. This wasn’t the life you had planned. He couldn’t blame you if you decided this was too much, too soon. The uncertainty of it all weighed heavily on him, but he knew he had to be ready to support you, whatever decision you made.

As he rode further into the desert, the vast emptiness around him mirrored the confusion within. The stars began to emerge, one by one, in the twilight sky, each one a distant reminder of the unknown future ahead. He needed to figure this out, needed to find a way to be there for you and the baby. But how?

The questions swirled in his mind, each one without an answer. He rode harder, faster, as if he could outrun the reality of what lay ahead. But deep down, he knew he couldn’t. He had to go back, face the consequences, and figure out how to move forward.

Finally, he pulled to a stop atop a small hill, looking out over the desert expanse. The engine’s rumble faded, leaving him in a silence as vast as the horizon. In that stillness, he allowed himself a moment to breathe, to let the enormity of the situation settle over him.

He didn’t have all the answers. He didn’t know if he could be the man you needed, the father your child deserved. But he knew if that’s what you wanted, then he had to try. For you, for the baby, and for himself.

With a deep breath, he turned his bike around and started the long ride back. Back to you, back to the future he never saw coming but now had to face head-on.

It was the early hours of the next morning when Jake found his way back. When he saw you standing on the porch, anticipating his arrival, the guilt he had been wrestling with surged anew.

He dismounted his bike and approached you cautiously, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. The anger in your eyes pierced him, and he didn’t dare say a word, fully aware of his wrongdoing.

Unable to hold back any longer, you reached out and shoved him in the chest. He stumbled back slightly, but you weren’t satisfied. You shoved him again, harder, and again. Tears spilled down your face as your shoves turned into closed fists pounding against his chest. Jake stood still, allowing you to vent your fury, knowing he deserved every blow.

“Why did you leave?” you cried, continuing to strike him. “Why would you do that?”

He took hold of your wrists firmly, making you stop and look at him. “I’m sorry. I panicked, and I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t know what I was thinking, baby.”

Your bottom lip quivered. You wanted so badly to berate him more, but all you needed in that moment was his comfort. You collapsed into his chest, sobbing uncontrollably, and he wrapped his arms around you tightly, letting you know he didn’t plan on letting go.

Jake couldn’t fathom why this was such a difficult thing for you to face. You wanted to tell him that your distress had nothing to do with him and everything to do with your own inner grievances. Had you met Jake under different circumstances, this pregnancy might have been the most joyous thing that ever happened to you. And who knew, it still might turn out that way. But right now, you couldn’t see past the fear that consumed you.

However, you didn’t need to voice any of this to Jake. His next words provided the reassurance you desperately needed.

“Shhh, it’s okay, baby,” he soothed, running a hand over the back of your head. “You’re okay, I’m okay. We’re going to figure this out. I promise.”

The two of you stood on the porch until the sun began to show it’s first light, casting a soft glow over Cactus Creek. Jake finally pulled away slightly so he could look you in the eyes. You appeared more beautiful to him than ever before, with the promise of new life growing inside you.

“Let’s go to bed,” he suggested gently.

You nodded, wiping the last remnants of tears from your face. “Okay.”

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Avengers + more reacting to their s/o wearing a suit.

Warnings: None, just fluff and maybe suggestive content if that's offensive.

Included: Bucky, Tony, Bruce, Steve, Wanda, Pietro, Natasha, Peter, Sam, Loki, Thor, Clint.

Word count: 1.6k+

Summary: The avengers + others reaction to you wearing a suit. I added somewhat of a plot to each one.

This idea I got from @lavenderacademia in their recent post. Go check it out !! <3

Use of feminine nicknames but it is all gender neutral!!

Also, if you want me to add anymore people please comment or DM me. I added as many people as I thought of at the moment, I've thought of adding Carol and Rhodey.

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Bucky:

– Even though you were telling him you were planning on wearing a suit to Starks party for the past week, nothing could prepare him for ACTUALLY seeing you.

– He knocks on your door, he's already ready.

– You yell back "one second !" and he patiently waits while you finish up your attire.

– After a minute he hears you tell to come in.

– He softly opens the door and tracks around the room until he finds your figure standing in front of the mirror fixing the final touches.

– He totally did not stare for the longest, frozen in place.

– "Buck, what's wrong?" 

– That snaps him back to reality and he quickly apologizes.

– You definitely laugh at him.

– He's just very proud to have you as his date.

– Wolf whistles when both of you walk in.

– He has the biggest smile on his face.

– Proud Sam and Steve.

– He would never hear the end of the stories you told about him when he first saw you.

– Overall just silently flustered.

Steve:

– you both always get ready together, so while he got ready you went in the bathroom quickly to throw your outfit on.

– Once you were done you walked out of the bathroom and he smiled so quickly, wasting no time in showering you with millions of compliments.

– "You look so gorgeous."

– "I'm so lucky to have you."

– Would not stop.

– Even days after, he would still compliment you about it.

– Wherever you guys were going he made sure to always have an arm around your waist, or holding your hand.

– Made sure to buy you flowers and your favorite drink.

Tony:

– Obviously, you were the first to hear about when Tony was hosting a party, so you already had what you were gonna wear in time.

– He asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to send a message to you asking if you were ready. 

– The message played over the speaker and you sent one back telling him to meet you in the living room on your floor.

– Whenever he got down to the living room and saw you sitting on the couch he immediately started smirking.

– Definitely snuck up on you trying to scare you, but gets mad when you throw something at him.

– Compliments, compliments, compliments.

– Throughout the whole night, the majority of them were wholesome but there was always a comment here and there that was definitely suggestive.

– Bragged on you to everyone for weeks.

Natasha:

– You always end up planning date nights since she is always caught up in work.

– You made sure to plan it when she wasn't busy and surprised her with flowers and a ride to both of yours favorite restaurant.

– When you knocked on her door and texted her you were outside she confusedly hurried to the door.

– But of course, her suspicions were true when she opened it to see you holding flowers, and dressed in a suit.

– She was definitely smirking the entire time you were explaining what you planned.

–Could not keep her hands off of you, but obviously liked the privacy more.

– She loved everything you did for her of course, but couldn't wait for the both of you to get home.

Bruce:

– There was a grand opening of a new restaurant near the compound and you two planned to go on opening night, you had already got the reservation.

– Even though you both hated going in crowded areas, just the general public, Tony had convinced you both it would be fun.

– You were getting ready at your friend's house, when he texted you telling you he was on his way to pick you up.

– You finished up and packed all your stuff up from the visit and talked with your friend until you heard a knock on the door.

– You heard your phone ping and you said your goodbyes to your friend.

– "Good luck y/n, have a good date!"

– "Thanks f/n, see ya!"

– He saw the door open and saw you and his knees almost gave out.

– Bro was immediately put on life support.

– Would not stop complimenting you, even though half the time he was just mumbling and stuttering, you knew what he meant.

– He was red the whole dinner, and that definitely didn't help already being nervous.

-You guys ended up leaving early to go home and cuddle up to watch a movie.

– cannot get the image of you in a suit out of his head for weeks.

Thor:

– You two have been visiting Asgard for about a week when Thor asked you to join him at an Asgardian party being hosted by him.

– you had a while to get ready and choose to wear an Asgardian suit that Loki suggested oddly enough.

– Even though they don't always get along, you trust that Loki knows Thor enough to suggest wearing it.

– Well, it was a beautiful outfit so really who wouldn't love it?

– You hear Thor's boasting voice from down the hallway and smile walking out the door.

– You have never seen him smile so brightly.

– He was so proud.

– He would be bragging and yelling while having you pulled close beside him.

– "THIS IS LADY/SIR Y/N, AREN'T THEY AMAZING?!"

-Compliments you loudly the whole time.

– Can't wait to get you alone. 

Clint:

– you know he has to make an appearance to all Tony's parties.

– Obviously, even though you were already going, he made a grand gesture of asking you to go with him.

– He knew that you were so excited because you bought a new suit and he was so eager to see you in it.

– You knocked on his door ready to go down since the party started around 20 minutes ago.

– You guys always made a grand late appearance, stayed till the after party then disappeared in the middle of it.

–I'll let you guess what you guys do when you disappear.

– He opens the door and pulls you into his arms softly dancing around the hallway.

– You guys laugh for the longest and he twirls you around like a princess.

– After a while you guys walk down hand in hand ready to absolutely destroy everyone on the dance floor.

– Needless to say, he is so thankful to have you by his side. 

Loki: 

– Let's just say he was the one who asked you to wear a suit.

– Of course it was an Asgardian dark green, black, and gold suit.

– Even though you guys were just going out to fuck around with people and grab food you both love fashion and overdressing for everything. 

– When he saw you walk out of the bedroom while he was waiting in the kitchen for you to finish.

– He definitely considered kneeling for you.

– "Even though it takes decades for you to get ready, it's definitely worth it to see you in your glory darling."

– Compliments in the most random of times.

– Holds your hand almost the whole time so everyone knows you're his.

– Just makes him think about how much he loves you and how excited he is to spend his life with you. 

– Suggests everyday for at least a week that you should wear it again.

Wanda:

–Tries to mentally prepare herself.

– While you're getting ready she tries to peak so many times.

– silently sits on the edge of the bed tapping her foot on the floor impatiently.

– When she first sees you, you can't see a change in her face but inside she's contemplating risking it all.

– You have to remind her to breathe.

– She's definitely thinking about some stuff the whole time.

– probably reads people's minds around you guys to make sure no one thinks about taking you.

– prepares to fight anyone that comes in a 20 foot distance 

– tells you how beautiful you are 100 million times.

– She has never felt so lucky.

Peter:

– It was the night of prom and you had just finished getting ready.

– He really wanted to see what you were wearing because a couple weeks before you asked what color his tux was.

– He knocked on your door, your parents telling him that you were upstairs.

– you hear him faintly call your name from the hallway and you tell him to come in.

– He walks in and immediately starts lagging.

– "I- wow. Wow you look wow. You look amazing y/n"

– red as you've ever seen him.

– won't stop telling you how much he loves you and how amazing you look.

– won't let you out of his sight.

– Tony and Bruce will be hearing about it for years.

Sam:

– You were going with him to a party for a mission that Fury assigned to you.

– you gave the idea to match with him.

– "We're matching suits. Whether you want to or not."

– complains, but deep down is so excited.

– Bucky will definitely be stuck looking for suits with you online.

– You make him get out of the room and sit in the living room so you can do a grand reveal.

– you play music from a speaker and walk out.

– He's laughing but he's also blowing up.

– Full breakdown on the inside.

– Bucky just smiles seeing you guys act so stupid.

– will aggressively compliment you and find a time to dance with you when you finish the mission. 

Pietro:

– While you're getting ready he will probably try to secretly peak with his speed.

– although it's not easy to hide when you feel a gush of wind hit you when your fan is off and the window is closed.

– "PIETRO STOP PEAKING !!"

-"...sorry" you hear yelled back in the quietest yell you've ever heard.

– impatiently runs around the city.

– You yell to him that you're done and in an instant you have him in front of you pulled close with his hands around your waist.

– "You look ravishing, princessa.'

– Glares at anyone who even glances at you.

– "Why are they staring?" in the most puppy dog voice you've ever heard.

– "They're staring at you piet."

– Won't let go of your hand or arm.

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[epiclamer]

Continue The Auction.

(this is a threat btw)

I got like thirty million asks to continue this one so…

@psychiclibrariesquotestoad @whumpsday @foxinlongsocks @chvrmor @snowshower @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @hollowgast1 @bitchy-leftist-bisaster @fleur-alise @cupcakes-and-pain

Part 1

The Auction Pt. 2

“One hundred. Thousand. Dollars.” Villain spat and the whole room went silent. A few stray gasps and giggled whispers, but nobody dared to utter a word.

Supervillain smiled, their gleaming show host smirk was unnaturally perfect and it made Villains blood boil. They were going to pull every single one of their ghostly white teeth from their mouth.

“Going once, going twice, going three times…” Supervillains gaze fell back on their former friend. “Sold. To Villain up here in the front!”

An outrage of applause burst from the crowd, many villains going as far as to stand from their seats. After all, it was probably the most anyone had ever paid for a hero before in the auction.

Yet, Villain didn’t waste another second, pushing past the sea of criminals that were now flooding them for handshakes and signatures. So much for staying under the radar.

Villain raced up the steps and onto the stage, followed by the dizzying flash of cameras as they searched for their nemesis. One small trip over their own feet and they landed neatly in the supervillain’s arms. Their charmingly menacing gaze pierced through Villains skull as they helped them up and off behind the curtain. Leading them with small steps as if they were a child who needed guidance.

The villain shook themselves free from their superior’s strong hold as they headed for the velvety sheet. Behind which held many secrets and many scars.

They looked behind as they disappeared backstage, Supervillains grin had fallen and their appearance was anything but cheery. It was unsettling to say the least and when the supervillain’s smile returned it was colder than ice.

“Enjoy.”

The villain picked up their pace. Practically running to the “pickup” station as they fumbled through crowds of owners and buyers. When the villain had finally made it to the counter the last criminal had just finished their paperwork, saluting the desk worker as they headed for the exit.

Just because the auction put heroes on display didn’t mean you couldn’t buy any in advance. If someone was particularly keen on selling earlier than the planned date they could list them and people could get a sooner shot with a good sum of money. It made sense, but Villain wondered if they would’ve ever even realized Hero was for sale since they never checked the listings.

Thank the Gods, Supervillain was too proud to simply get rid of them and waited for the final show.

“Ooh, well if it isn’t the highest bidder. Quite the show you put on out there, hm? You must really want this hero…” The worker remarked, barely lifting their gaze from their computer as they slipped some papers in front of the villain.

“Sign here, here and here. Then head to room four o’ two. They’ll be waiting.”

Villain was done in a matter of seconds, racing off down the hall where they stumbled across their room quickly. They would’ve ripped the door open and rushed to Hero’s side, but something along the lines of guilt coiled in their chest and suddenly the realization that maybe Hero didn’t want to see them or to be with them struck.

This was the villain’s fault after all. If they had kept better tabs on their friends and enemies, maybe Hero would’ve never been put through all of this.

They opened the door, trying their best to stay calm and collected when their eyes landed on Hero’s form shaking and huddle in the corner. Hero was whimpering and crying softly as they hugged themselves into a ball. It reminded Villain of their former self, the one Hero helped encourage out of their shell, now Villain would have to do the same.

“Hero?”

Their whining stifled and they stilled from their shakes, but they didn’t turn or acknowledge the villain in any other way.

“Hero, hey, I’m here to help. I’m going to get you out of here.”

Villain took the risk and stepped into the room, taking soft and slow paces towards their former nemesis until they were only a foot away.

They kneeled down, “Hero, you’re okay now. I’m here. Remember me? It’s Villain.”

The villain reached a gentle hand out, ready to sensitize Hero to their touch in the kindest way possible. “Hero—”

However, the hero had other plans. The second Villains hand made contact with their shoulder, they pounced. Jumping up and turning to face the villain, bowling them over so their hips were pinned and kept low to the floor, while one of their hands held Villains head to the floor and the other kept a makeshift knife to their throat.

The other gave up the fight pretty quickly once they became aware of the weapon just inches away from bringing them a painful death. Villain relaxed and let Hero take control, their weak and malnourished body could’ve been easily overpowered, but if this is what they were most comfortable with then it was the first steps to gaining their trust.

That’s what mattered.

“Congrats, Villain. You won. You bought your life long enemy. Now, you’re going to listen very carefully or I’m going to kill you. Simple enough?”

Villain nodded, feeling the tip of the shiv dig into their skin like a pinprick. Drawing a droplet of blood as it slid down the side of their throat and onto the cement cell floor.

“You’re going to take me out of here, without any suspicion, and get in the passenger seat of your car. I’ll deal with the rest.”