#☆ pull me close and I'll hold you tight. don’t be scared ‘cause I'm on your side. ➵ poe & finn

[auspicioustidings]

Firewatch 11

Summary: You just want to sleep, but Price needs you to calm down first.

Words: 2.8k

CW: Kidnapping, light bdsm

When Johnny tried to touch you, you only buried yourself into Simon and glowered at him. He looked wounded, pulling his hand back from where it had been poised to stroke your hair. None of them understood why you were reacting like that. You seemed back to yourself, but then it would stand to reason that you would be most scared of Simon. And yet now you were only too happy to be held by him. Only him.

As far as you were concerned it was a survival tactic. If you were always by Simon, none of them could kill you without going through him. And you weren’t really sure anyone could go through him. He seemed happy enough to play protector, thumb rubbing firm circles into your waist and teeth nibbling at the tip of your ear every so often. You suspected he was probably looking at the others when he did it, gloating. Good. 

“You need to eat sweetheart” he purred into your ear.

“Mm, don’t tell me what to do Simon.”

“Bratty even when you’re half dead.”

“Bossy even when I’m being nice.”

He chuckled at that. If he were a better man perhaps he would feel bad that Price, Johnny and Gaz were at the kitchen island looking like grumpy little puppies. As he was not a better man he only shot them a lopsided grin. Why shouldn’t he be happy? You were safe, your temperature was back to normal, you were in his arms and letting his fingers sink into the fat of your waist, letting his teeth lazily graze the skin of your ear. The fear of losing you gave way to how you fit so fucking perfectly against him. He couldn’t help but imagine how else you might fit together, how perfectly warm and wet and tight you’d be around him. Fuck would you let him take you to his bed? He didn't even need to make love to you just yet if you were still stubborn about everything, just hold you, feel your heartbeat and the warmth of your skin proving you were alive. 

“Like you nice, should give it to me more often” he said with his hand testing the waters, squeezing the meat of your thigh dangerously close to your ass. 

“Don't get used to it, can't imagine it'll be a frequent occurrence.”

You felt the squeeze and your body gave a valiant attempt at arousal, but it was like molasses, sticky and slow moving in your exhaustion. You didn't mind it, if anything it was sort of nice. His chuckle betrayed his own exhaustion a little, the raspiness of it pointing to him having had a very stressful day. 

“Then let me enjoy it while it lasts hm? Eat something for me sweetheart.”

Stupid man being stupidly charming. You didn't really feel like eating, you had went past hungry at some point in the cold and now you just wanted to stay cuddled up to someone you were steadfastly believing was safe and go to sleep. He kept jostling you though, a nip to your ear, a squeeze of your thigh or a finger tracing your spine keeping you awake from how it caused little thrills through you. 

“You make it.”

“Hm?”

“I'm not eating whatever they made. You make it. Or give me something that's sealed.”

Well that was an alarming thing to hear you mumble softly against him. The smug happiness of having you favour him was rapidly turning into concern. What exactly did you think they were going to do to you? Did you think they would poison you or were you just refusing to eat anything from them out of pettiness?

“Why?”

“I'll make it myself then” you grumbled, pushing away from him even though every fibre of you hated it.

Oh he did not like that if the growl was anything to go by. Simon stood with little warning, an arm banding under your ass to keep you wrapped around him. You tensed, knowing he was going over to the others and not being sure you really wanted to be near them. Price maybe, he had been kind, he was asleep when Johnny and Kyle had been discussing your murder. Second murder you supposed. But you couldn't really be sure he wasn't in on it. Then again you couldn't be sure Simon wasn't, but you didn't have much choice but to believe him. 

You were placed lightly on the kitchen island and he took a small step back, forcing you out into the open. You had felt a lot less vulnerable wrapped up in him, face buried in his shoulder. Your skin prickled with the gazes you felt on you. 

“I was only gone a few days, what exactly happened in that time that's got you not willing to eat anything they've made?”

“What? That true little bird? You are not starving yourself, you're already in enough trouble for running off like that” Price said, trying to temper himself.

He was off balance with this whole situation. You had seemed on the edge of giving in before he went to sleep (which he now felt incredibly guilty about) and then he wakes up to you gone? And now after letting them rescue you, Simon shows up and you are suddenly only willing to speak to him. You hadn't been refusing to eat before. You had been a brat about it sure, but you hadn't refused. 

You looked at Price, not sure how to untangle your feelings towards him. He could not be in on it, surely not. If he had wanted to kill you he could have smothered you while you were in his bed. Johnny spoke and while you didn't mean to, you flinched. Everybody certainly noticed.

“We dinnae ken what's happening in that bonnie– I… baby what's wrong?”

“Back off Johnny.”

“I didnae dae anything!”

While you were glad Simon was telling him off you wished he'd just let you cling to him again. This wasn't a conversation you wanted to have right now, you just wanted to sleep for 16 hours in a warm bed. You'd probably take a warm body in it if it wasn't someone who had openly spoken about killing you. 

“Everything seemed fine the other night luv, you were getting along.”

You did glance at Kyle, seeing him look alarmed at how you froze up when he spoke the same way you had for Johnny. He was right, you were getting along. It had been almost peaceful, you had been almost calm. Maybe that had been what they had been waiting for. 

“Simon.”

You said his name as a soft plead, hoping you could get out of this conversation. You didn't want to say it out loud. You didn't want to make it real. Because goddamnit you kind of liked them. You liked teasing Johnny when Dosia was horrible to him, you liked watching Kyle cook. It was so stupid of you to fall for it, to find yourself liking them. Please let Price be outside of it, please let him want you alive. Heartbreak twice over was already enough. 

There was a stunned sort of silence at your little plea. It wasn't really like you at all, not the you they had been getting to know. These men knew one another well enough that they could each tell that nobody knew what was going on here. This wasn’t you being angry or scared that they were keeping you here. This was something else, and none of them knew why. Price moved into your eye line and you lowered your gaze stubbornly to the ground, but you didn’t seem the same level of upset as you were with Soap or Gaz. 

His brow furrowed and he crooked a finger under your chin, making you tilt your head up and look at him. He could feel how agitated Simon had gotten at you saying his name like that, but he also knew that he trusted him with you. He trusted he would make this right. So he stayed where he was, leaning against the kitchen counter and crossing his arms to ensure he wouldn’t reach out while Price tried to fix whatever had went so horribly wrong.

“What’s going on?”

“Failed escape attempt, obviously.”

“Try again little bird.”

Oh, he was using that voice again. That one that oozed authority and made you want to push and push and push until he snapped. Only now you didn’t know what that meant. Part of you hoped he would just backhand you, show you his true colours so you could get over whatever this ridiculous feeling was. Another part badly wanted him to take some sort of control, force your racing thoughts to calm. Fuck you were demented.

“You wanted me to stay put, you should have clipped my wings.”

“That what you want?”

Maybe. Maybe you just wanted them to stop fucking toying with you. You were exhausted, fear and misery had drained you and you just wanted to give in, but your already incredibly wounded pride would really rather he made you give in so you could pretend you had fought it.

“Does it matter what I want John?”

He considered you for a while, the world holding its breath in anticipation. You didn’t realise how tense you really were until he moved his hand to the nape of your neck, tugging you off of the counter, fingers and thumb gripping with enough pressure that it loosened you all at once. The others didn’t intervene as he marched you out of the kitchen and into his office, the click of the lock causing a full body shiver. He was behind you and you just let your eyes softly unfocus on the wall as he bent slightly to speak right into your ear.

“I didn’t want to do this right now. You need rest. But you’re too wound up for that aren’t you little bird? Won’t even eat if we can’t get you calmed down.”

His foot slid between yours, pushing gently to get your legs to widen as he pressed on your neck, bending you over the desk. You didn’t have resistance left to give as you settled on your elbows. His hand running down your spine made you sigh. 

“This… it doesn’t change anything” you said softly as tugged on your sweatpants, getting access to the bare swell of your ass.

“Course not. Bet’s still on, and I still intend to win.”

–

Gaz couldn’t sleep. He was half tempted to do what Soap had done and sneak into Ghost’s bed for some form of bloody comfort. He hadn’t seen you since Price had taken you into that office, although they all knew exactly what would have happened in there. He knew you were due punishment for running away like that, but it unsettled him that it had happened so soon. You weren’t right yet, you were still… well he didn’t know. That was the problem. Shock he could understand, but he thought they had warmed you up and got you lucid again. And then you had looked at him like you were scared of him. You had never looked at him like that before, not even when you had been spitting mad and screaming at Soap. 

He trusted Price, he knew that he’d figure out what was wrong, knew that he’d take care of you in whatever way you needed it. But it didn’t help him sleep. He wanted to take care of you. He wanted you to cosy into him like you had done with Ghost. It drove him wild watching how his fingers had sunk into you, how you had let them. Fuck it was so stupid, Kyle’s fingers had been inside you but he was getting jealous of the intimacy of another mans fingers even touching you.

He was driving himself a little crazy going over your last interaction with him, trying to figure out what he had done wrong. You had been fine, you had even laughed when he had made a cutesy little smiley face on your omelette with ketchup. He wasn’t about to pretend that you were happy being kept by them like this, but he was so sure you had been beginning to settle. Him and Soap were going to wait until Simon was back and then make their case to him and Price that they should talk to you about giving you some freedom. They couldn’t let you just run to the police, but what if they built you your own place? Just like your little cottage. They thought they could make you happy with that for the time being, work on it until maybe you’d like to move somewhere far away with them. Then they could take you out on dates without incriminating themselves. They just needed to convince you that you wanted to go on them. And somehow he had fucked it all up. 

The light knock on his door had him out of the bed in record time to answer. He knew how a knock sounded for people, and that was too light to be Ghost or Price (Soap never knocked, fucking git that he was). He should have tried to be more cool and collected but he wrenched open the door and just flustered for a moment at you standing there in pjs. Fuck you were pretty. You looked tired still, but calm, he suspected Price had probably given you what you needed. 

“I… um. Can I come in?”

He nodded rapidly and stood aside to let you wander into his room. You seemed maybe a little nervous, but at least not scared of him. He hated that you had been scared of him. He hated not being able to figure out why.

“Are you-”

“I wanted-”

You both paused and there was a moment of each of you trying to get the other to go first until Kyle sighed and very gently moved you to sit on his bed so he could crouch in front of you, taking both your hands in his.

“Are you ok luv?”

“Tired. John gave me the soup you made, it was nice.”

He had fed you after he had rewired your brain with the absolute leathering he had given your ass. You were pretty sure you had cried during, but it was all a little hazy. It was a stupid thing to do, but you found you trusted him. Hard not to when he had climbed into the bath with you, washed your hair and gently dried and moisturised you after without once trying to take advantage.

You had nearly choked spying on him when you were supposed to be undressing for the bath, watching through the crack in the bathroom door to his room as he leaned his forearm heavily against the wall and quickly jacked himself off. Fuck, you knew he had done it because he wanted to make sure he wouldn’t be getting hard with you naked in his arms and you had to throw cold water on your face to try and pretend you weren’t flushed with the thought that he wanted you that badly but wouldn’t do anything to you even in your vulnerable state. Made it hard not to trust him really. You had been suddenly glad for how utterly exhausted you were because while your body had made an attempt at getting you aroused it had been overpowered by bone tiredness.

Instead you had let him take care of you and pull you into his arms in bed. And you had finally talked. You told him what you had overheard and he told you that without a shadow of a doubt you had misunderstood. He’d even offered to knock their heads together for even accidentally frightening you like that. And you were so thoroughly out of emotions, so run through with the events of the day, that you couldn’t find it in you to not just believe him. He hadn't stopped you when you had mumbled that you wanted to see Kyle, he had just pressed his lips to your hair and let you go. 

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“I thought you and Johnny were going to kill me. I overheard you in the kitchen,” you answered, no energy for anything but blunt honesty.

Kyle took a moment to figure out what the fuck you were talking about and then groaned and hid his head in your joined hands. 

“Fuck. Oh fuck. I should have thought about how that would sound with you right in the next room, I’m sorry, it wasn’t anything like what you’re thinking, it- well we-”

You squeezed his hands to get him to look at you again.

“S’ok. I’d just like to sleep if that’s ok.”

He wasn’t going to argue with you when you were sat in his bed, when you wanted to share it. So he just smiled and let you crawl under the covers so he could slot in right behind you. 

He fit there. 

[colectingstrz]

AND THERE WERE TWO

➤ (🧟‍♀️) GENRE: Fluff | PARING: semi strangers to lovers | Heeseung x fem reader | WC: 1.2k | SUMMARY: Something that was only showcased in the show and movies was now your dark and unpleasant reality yet unexpectedly you found yourself feeling something else other than fear

SOO’s SMOL NOTEY📝:

𖤐 I started rewatching all of us are dead and had this idea this vishion- my mind immediately went to heeseung plus like he gives such Lee su hyeok like vibes low-keyyyy anddd I swear it’s been like more than a year where’s season 2 at 😔

IF SOMEONE HAD TOLD YOU that today zombies would be a thing you would have laughed in their faces and told them they are crazy... We’ll look who’s the crazy one now?

Things were going well, you had faith that you and your four friends, and three others would make it through. However, as it grew darker and began to rain, you started to lose your friends and classmates one by one, until you were the only one left with Heeseung. Now, the two of you are resting against the radio room's corner.

“Heeseung..” you sighed and shook your head, "I'm scared what if we go out again and we die this time.. I don't want to die " he inched closer and put his arm around you causing your bodes to mold into eacother "Don't think like that.. we won't die we are going to make it out here alive have hope," he said.

“ There is no hope both our friends' are gone.. it’s only a matter of time until we die to” You were afraid; you didn't want to starve to death, much less pass away and become a brainless zombie for the rest of your days. It was difficult to maintain your composure you were terrified of the future. You couldn't understand how Heeseung wasn't panicking right then. The more you sat there, the more uncomfortable you felt.

Heeseung approaches unexpectedly closer as he holds your face in his hands; the coldness of his fingers made you shiver because as it was an abnormal temperature, but all you could think about at the time was how close your faces were to one another. “Hey, I'll make sure nothing bad happens to you. ” He assured “I will protect you until the very end, so you don’t have to worry”

You couldn't help but look elsewhere because of how uneasy his gaze made you feel. You felt a little tingle in your stomach, but you weren't sure if it was fear from the situation you were in or something else…

You pull away awkwardly “ okay..if I die because you didn’t protect me like you said..you will be the first person I bite ” heeseung laughs slightly the sight making you smile also. Heeseung suddenly stands up "I have an idea, hold on a second." He walks to the other side of the room and reaches into a drawer, pulling out a red, thick rope. "Are you going to tie me up or something..why are you waving a rope at me," Heeseung giggles.

“ you wish.. but I actually wanted to tie us together” you roll your eyes “im not into that kind of stuff..” you spoke lowly to which heeseung smirks approaching you as he knelt down to your level "I didn't mean it like that… How naughty of you" harshly you hit him on the chest “Shut up!" He laughs once more, "If we tie our hands together with this rope, it will make sure you don't get dragged by a zombie again, allowing you to stay by my side and feel less afraid” You nodded, struggling to conceal the flush on your cheeks.

You felt a warm, fuzzy feeling inside at the fact that he did this just for you and your protection. You questioned whether he was merely being polite or if there was more going on. After finally completing the knot, Heeseung squeezed it "Is it too tight? Should I make it looser? ” You chuckle, "It's fine” He nods and then sits down once more, leaning his head against the wall. "I can handle it. The tighter it is, the less likely I am to slip away," he laughs lightly.

“You know i always thought you were some douchebag” he gasps dramatically while placing his hands on his chest. "I'm upset you would think such a thing of me, y/n.," you laugh “ I just assumed that everyone on the basketball team was self-centered, but you're different” he sighs “at least, your perceptions of me has changed, although mine of you has remained the same," he smiles. You turn to face him.

“ what do you mean? I was so sure you didn’t know who I was until this zombie thing happened” He advanced to closer to you “I always knew who you were..kind and caring who always tries her best beautiful and smart and who's really good at science ” A bashful smile now graced his features, as well as a tint of crimson on his ears.

your heart was running laps after hearing is words it made you happy. However, in such a short period of time, you found yourself feeling a way around him, as he constantly asked how you were doing and risking his life and just being so caring towards you. At times, you found it yourself feeling nervous when he would look at you. Just like now

But this only served to affirm that the feelings was at least somewhat mutual, and it simultaneously made you sad since you were worried that Heeseung might die while defending you. Leaving you to be on your own; for fear of the worst scenario, you didn't want to grow attached to him.

“Heeseung..i- “ it’s fine we don’t have to talk about it right now let’s just focus on finding some food yeah?” You nod, and he stands up and extends his hand to you to assist you in getting up. You loved the feeling of his hands on yours you didn’t want to let go “can I..keep holding your hand” He nods "Of course I wasn't planning on letting go, your keeping me warm," he smiles as you grinned back. The sensation of his chilly hands on yours made your heart race.

“You ready?” He pauses for a moment before speaking “I am but I need a boost” you raise a brow “a boost? What do you mean?” He smirks “ a good luck kiss ” you laugh as you hit his shoulder “ I think that’s a bit to early we haven’t even gone on a date yet..” he turns to you as his eyes shinned in anticipation “ so your saying.. you want to go on a date with me ” you smile as you place a small peck on his cheek “yes if we mange to make it out of here I want to go on many dates with you heeseung.”

As your wrists are still bound, you nearly drag him behind you as you turn around and walk forward. Unaware that he was blushing excessively, Heeseung was relieved that you had looked away from him so that you couldn't notice his transformation into a tomato or the darkening of his eyes.

Little did you know heeseung had been bit yet somehow hadn’t turned.. Despite having the temptation to bite you strongly in his mind, Heeseung was trying everything in his ability to resist, even if it meant starving himself in the process

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𖤐 I had the most angsty ending but decided to change my mind last minute 😭 so here is the happy version!!

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[lieblxng]

strebcr

Streber recognized that kind of fear in his voice anywhere, something terrible must have happened. Seeing Ethan this scared and sad hurt Streber more then anything. Yet something in Streber told him to keep pushing through, he had too! Ethan helped him through one of the worst times in his life, the least Streber could do for someone so dear to him is return the favor. "Ethan, it's okay. It's all gonna be okay. " He said softly as he walked towards Ethan slowly, "I-I don't know what happened, but I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you. Please let me help you. W-We'll get you to a doctor a-and I'll do my best to take care of you. You're not alone through any of this! I'm not leaving your side for a second, p-please let me help you!" Once Streber got close to him, and took Ethan's hand into his own. Despite how cold his hand felt it was nice to hold it again. This situation was so scary yet so bittersweet. "I don't care how much you try to push me away, I'll never leave your side, not now, not ever. Please come back. W-We all miss you so much." Streber was pretty much in tears at this point, his whole body was shaking but he had to stay with Ethan right now. All the love he had for the person whose been dear to him for years felt like it was all pouring out. He'd do anything for Ethan, the person who was Streber's whole universe and more.

[ Every fruitless attempt to reassure his faith was just that: fruitless. There wasn’t any hope of a better horizon in the distance left in his dead heart, and it wasn’t because it was dead. A tiny part of him wanted to believe, even a little bit, but to him, this was one of the worst possible things to happen to him. At the bottom of the abyss, how could he ever look to anticipate the sun’s rays again when they cause him suffering? However, the second that Streber grabs the vampire’s hand, his sensitivity goes into overdrive. All of his senses went out of balance, and the most prominent one was his hearing with the heartbeat. The pounding invaded his mind without much issue as a head-splitting noise–and it was getting louder and louder until it was near deafening. ]

“N-no! Please! I c-can’t…!” [ Ethan writhes slightly in pain and clenches the other’s hand as firmly as he can and without command, he pulls the other man into a tight, but shaky embrace with little space between them. His own body was so cold, and Streber’s was so warm… ] “Y-you have to leave! I don’t want to hurt you!” [ And yet, he was holding him so. It looked like Ethan was intoxicated by the mere presence and scent of Streber, and he could smell the sweetness of the blood underneath his skin. He promised himself he wouldn’t hurt anyone, not like this! That’s why he’s been starving himself of any life essence the length he has, in fear of harming others for his benefit. He shouldn't live like that–he couldn’t! He rather something happen to him than anyone else… ]

[saturnsorbits]

Bloodline

Fandom: Attack on Titan Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Breeding, Discussion of Pro-creation for a Cause, Soft Sex, Sub-par Writing. Word Count: 2.8k.

Summary: Levi had expected to dedicate a lot to the scouts, but this... This wasn't one of them.

A/N: This is more of a concept piece. The idea has been buzzing around my head for the best part of a year now and still, I don't think I've quite done it justice. (Correction, I haven't done it justice at all). Maybe, I'll come back here when I figure out what it's missing? Maybe not. Until then, this is all I've got.

‘You’re shaking.’ You take Levi’s hand and inspect the way his fingers vibrate as if a nerve has trapped in his wrist. Rotating it in your palm, you press a finger to the thin vein beside the bone and feel for the panicked thrum of his heart. ‘We can just pretend if you want. It’s not certain that I’ll even conceive… We can tell them it didn’t work -.’

‘No.’ Levi’s voice is strong, despite his nervousness. He shuffles on the bed, hips inching backwards a little as he searches for a comfort that evades him. ‘They’d only make me try with someone else.’ He swallows and you can hear the way his Adams-apple shakes in his throat as he forces down a weary breath.

‘Levi – I - .’ You’re cut off, caught by surprise as he brings his hand up part way as if to stroke your cheek. He freezes mid-air, his body stiffening before he lets his arm drop back to his side.

‘No.’ The blood in his head thunders, making speaking difficult. There’s so much static in his head that he’s sure he’s shouting, so he compensates, whispers to you and the darkness of the room. ‘If it has to be anyone. I want it to be you.’

His confession tightens your shoulders and dries out your mouth. Slinking your hand around his wrist, you slip your fingers into his and wait for him to close his grip around you. He does with all the hesitance of a spooked animal and a smile is pulled from your lips as you watch his eyes become glued to the connection between your bodies.

‘I’ve -.’ He coughs, clearing his throat of the embarrassment he hasn’t quite managed to keep from his cheeks. ‘I’ve never done this before.’

‘Oh.’ Your grip falters on his hand as shock loosens your muscles, only to be held tight by Levi who clings to you, scared you’ll let go. You don’t. You readjust your grip, flex your knuckles and cling back. 'You've never -.'

'No.'

For a second you think he might explain himself, or at least offer up an explanation, but he doesn't. It's hard to imagine: humanities strongest, a virgin. The idea is obscure. Even within the uncertainty of the scouts, you'd thought suitors would be easy to come by. After all there had been a list of at least thirty women who had offered up their bodies, their wombs for this – A re-establishment of the Ackerman line.

'I'm sorry.' Levi's lips press together, his hold faltering on your hand. He's never disobeyed a direct order and Erwin had been more than clear. He was to produce an heir, a child to take on the mantel he would leave behind. 'With gifts like yours,' Erwin had said, frowning at the papers on his table. 'The scouts could finally retake wall Maria, we could eradicate our enemies entirely.' and who was he to deny humanity it's sanctuary?

'Do you trust me?' You keep your voice soft, bringing Levi back from his daydream as gently as you can.

Levi nods, uneasy.

'Then, at least let me make you feel good.'

He gulps as you lean in, your breath fanning his cheeks for a brief moment before you press a gentle kiss to his mouth. It's soft, barely a touch as you crawl to your knees and hover over him.

‘Lean back…’

It’s not a command, but he obeys anyway. He lowers himself to the bed, lead by your lips and your touch as you lay a hand on his shoulder and push.

‘Is this okay?’ You speak to the air between your lips.

His eyes flutter shut, his chin lifted gently as a sigh breaches his throat. He thinks he responds, but he can't be sure and then, your lips are on his. The kiss isn't like anything he had expected. There's no fight in the way your mouths move together, no strategy in the way he finds himself reaching for you, moved by an instinct he didn't realise he had.

You pull away, separating your bodies enough to slip your hands under the cotton of his t-shirt. The muscle of his stomach twitches at your touch, a small gasp leaking from his mouth as your palm skates up towards his pecs. 'Take your shirt off...'

Curling on himself, he reaches behind his head to fist at the shirt only to be helped along with your hands tugging at the hem. There's a tingling in his stomach, one spurred on by the eagerness of your movements.

You hands skate across his shoulders, his torso now bare and prickled with goose-flesh as you make the long journey down to the lip of his breeches. 'And these.' It's a breathless whisper of a request, barely audible as it leaves your tongue.

He nods, lifting his hips as his hands fiddle with the buttons of his breeches. It's a messy fumbling, a slipping of fingers and shimmying of cotton on skin until he's able to wrestle himself from the remainder of his clothing. It's discarded, tossed aside in a heap that would surely, in other circumstances, have him standing to hang and fold them back into their proper places. There's no such thought in his head now. The clothing is abandoned, forgotten about as you thumb at the divots at his pelvis and stop any stray thoughts from distracting him.

There's a heat simmering in your core as you lower yourself onto your elbows and dip your head to taste him. Your lips touch the skin of his stomach first. The taught muscle shivers, his chest rising and falling with a little more hast as you lay a soft lick to his body. The second place you kiss is the soft curve of his pec. The third his collarbone. The fourth and fifth the valley of his throat and the softness behind his ear.

Swallowing down the anticipation blocking his throat, Levi licks the dryness from his lips. 'Can I... Can I see you?' He reaches up, fingers tracing the buttons of your shirt gently. 'Without this?'

The softness of his voice causes a faint shiver to wriggle down your spine as you comply with his request. You strip slowly. Teasing your shirt from your shoulders, you unclasp your bra and let both items hang from your fingers before dropping to the floor beside the bed. The cold air bites at your skin, causes your skin to prickle and your nipples to pebble as you rise to your knees beside his hip and start to unbuckle your pants. You shuffle them down your hips with an aching pace and twist awkwardly until they're free of your legs. Then, you repeat the entire performance with your underwear until you're dressed in nothing, but the faint glow of the moon that shines in through the near-by window.

Levi can't speak. The light kisses your skin, creating broad strokes of brightness that scorch across your body. It deepens the shadow, accentuates the shade underneath your breast, the curve of your stomach and the plush of your thighs. 'You're beautiful...' It leaves his tongue wrapped in a whisper, his mind too numb to summon anything more eloquent as he traces the glowing halo that outlines your figure.

You smile, letting his words soak into your skin as a need blooms inside of your chest. Lowering yourself back over him, you kiss him until his breath begins to stutter from his lungs, until you can feel his hips twitch and you're forced to straddle him to keep him still.

'Don't I need to...' He squeezes at your hips, thin fingers digging into your fat as he tries to steady his voice.

'You don't have to.' You shake your head. Thumbing at your nipples, you knead the sides of your chest before letting one of your hands travel south. Palm skating down your torso, you slip over the pouch of your stomach and over the mound of your cunt tickling against manicured pubic hair. 'I can always -.' A hand wraps around your wrist, holding you still.

'Show me.'

The plea in his voice has your whole body breaking out with a shiver. Your skin prickles, stomach twisting as your forced to watch lust and desperation blend in his eyes as his pupils devour what's left of his iris'. 'What?'

'Show me...' He repeats. Loosening his grip on your wrist, he nudges your palm out of the way only to retake your hands position with his own. His fingertips tangle in your pubic hair, each digit warm as he presses gently and strokes, a silent promise to move south. 'I – I want to make you feel good. Want to make it good for you, too.'

Nodding, you cover his hand with yours and urge him lower until his fingers are slipping between your folds. There's a gentleness to how he explores your cunt, how he takes over, letting his fingertips press against either side of your clit and slip, soft, into the wetness of your hole. It makes you feel delicate, precious, as you perch on his pelvis and resist the urge to melt into him.

There's a knot between his eyebrows as he continues to map your body. His skin creases, bunching and wrinkling as he focuses, eyes drawn to the slow movements on his hand. You're warm and wet, dripping down his fingers 'Am I?'

He thumbs at you with unpractised strokes, his movements stuttering when he feels you push up and into his touch. Rolling your hips, you knock against his knuckles, smearing slick across his skin in your quest for a little more pressure.

'Here?'

You moan when he catches your clit.

'Yes?' Levi's eyes are wide. He thumbs at you again, moving the pad of his finger over your sensitivity in the hope of earning himself another of your moans. Beneath you, his cock twitches, rubbing up against your cunt in it's eagerness.

'Yes.' Taking hold of his wrist, you urge a new weight into his touch. He grants you it immediately. The new fervour to his movement has your joints almost buckling. You pitch forwards, splaying a hand onto the hard muscle of his pec to steady yourself as he picks up his own rhythm, drawing even circles into your clit.

The sight of you alone has him teetering on the edge. His cock jumps as he watches the spoils of his efforts reflect on your face. Your lips, rose soft and glittering with the evidence of his kiss are parted, jaw open as you gasp. Your eyes have fluttered shut, hiding the iris' that roll back under the thin skin. Need bubbles in his stomach, infesting his organs like a poison until he's sure that he'll succumb to it, to you and the deed he's about to commit.

'Levi...' You gasp. The bones in your arms have turned to jelly, elbows shaking as you try and steady yourself against him as he continues to lave your clit with attention. '… Levi, fuck me.'

'Okay.' In a second he's overcome. Something primal and fierce rises through him, encourages him to take hold of your waist and twist. He lifts you easily and lays you back against the mattress, his hand cradling the back of your head as he rests you gently against the pillows. His breath is warm, ghosting your lips as he brings himself down over you and presses only the softest of kisses to your mouth. 'Okay...'

You whine and wiggle, rolling your hips against his. 'I need you. Need you inside, Levi.'

He nods, offering you a final kiss before the heat of his body has gone and he's sitting up to comfy himself between your thighs. Shifting, he lifts your legs over his and reaches to wrap a hand around his cock. It's swollen, pale and gleaming with pre-cum that slicks his entire length. He runs a closed fist over it, shivering at even the softest of touches before he leans forward and presses the head to your folds.

Your cunt gives way to him easily, swallowing him down and squeezing, begging for the rest of him as he continues to inch in. The stretch he offers you sends static up through your abdomen, but pure pleasure makes itself at home in your stomach when he bottoms out and his black pubes begin tickle your clit.

Fighting himself, he's forced to take a handful of breathes when he finally seats himself inside of you. Whatever he had thought sex might have been, had been wrong. This was indescribable. His entire body burns when he comes back to you, carefully propping himself onto his elbows as his nose bumps with yours. It's as if he can't bare it and yet, knows he can never be without it, without you: not any more. You fit him perfectly, moulded to him as if by fate as he steadily begins to move.

The first slide of his cock has you gasping. Your hips lift, forcing him deeper as your legs wrap his waist to keep him anchored there.

'Is this okay?' He mumbles against your lips, eyes searching your face for any signs of discomfort. There's a breathlessness to his voice that he doesn't care to correct, a hitching in his chest that demands he reach out for you. A hand smooths down your arm only to tug at your elbow and lift, positioning your hand beside your head before he slips his palm against yours. The touch grounds him, empties his head of anything that isn't you...

'It's good...' You smile when he squeezes your fingers and twist, awkwardly fumbling for a moment until you have both of your hands interlaced with his. You squeeze back. 'You feel so good.'

He kisses you then, steals your breath as he begins to fuck you. His cock carves out your cunt, moulding you and manages to press to all the tenderness inside. 'I -.' Choking on his own pleasure, he noses at you, pleading. 'Tell me what I need to do... Tell me how -.'

You shake your head violently. The way he moves, his balls hitting against your ass, his pubes grazing your clit with each rolling thrust is nothing short of perfect. The tension in your stomach had already been taught, painfully so, but now that he's inside of you, you're sure your body is about to give in. 'Don't...' Gasping into his mouth, you feed him a whine. 'Don't stop... Please – I....'

Humming, he taps his forehead to yours. There isn't anything more he can give. His entire body is a bow string, ripe for snapping, but he struggles against it.

'I – Levi... Levi – I...' Your voice is lost in your throat as you cum. It creeps on you, builds until there's no space left and then spills over. Your thighs shake, cunt tensing, milking him desperately as you feel him, too, begin to slip from the edge. His eyes are wide, blown and needy as he gazes down at you, watching you come undone as if you're the most incredible thing that has ever graced the earth.

'I -.'

You know what is about to trip off his tongue before it does. 'Please...' Begging, you hold tight to his hands, bucking up as much as your still-shaking body can manage. 'Please... Breed me, Levi.'

It's the end of him. He cums with a grunt. His hips stutter against yours as he attempts to rut his cock inside of you as deep as he can, spreading thick and white into your womb.

You blink, flinching as a droplet of something wet hits your cheek. The first is followed by a second and a third that roll down your face and wet the pillow beside your head. Instantly, you slip one hand from his and reach out to him, wrapping a palm around the nape of his neck to smooth a thumb over his undercut. The touch breaks him. His forehead rests heavily against yours, noses bumping, as more tears leak from his eyes.

Never in his life has someone given themselves to him. He has fought, tooth and nail for the small slice of life that he has, his freedom ever reliant to his service, to a talent that he was born with and now... To you, to the child he had just placed in your body, the child that you'd grow and nurture.

His child.

One that would inherit his gifts and be forced into a service just as he was, be forced to live and keep on living despite the deaths of everyone around them.

Was this really his legacy?

Something swirls deep in his stomach.

This time, Levi initiates the kiss. He pours himself into you as best he can, hoping that you can understand the unspoken promise he's woven within it: Neither of you will fall victim to the legacy of his bloodline. He'll see to it.

-> Masterlist

[daddyyy88]

Panic Attack | Eddie Munson x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

Word count 0.9k

warning: abuse, panic attack

summary: Y/n has a panic attack while Eddie is at a D&D club meeting

"The hooded cultists chant...Hail Lord- what the hell?" Eddie said as a phone rang. He realized it was his and they all chuckled. He picked up and instantly knew something was wrong.

Your breath was shaky, you were breathing heavily as well. "Y/n?" He said and you whimpered. You took a deep breath and said "I-I know you're...you're busy and you're w-with- with your f-friends but I...I really...I-I need you..."

"It's okay...it's okay my love, I'm on my way. Hang on, give me a second, don't hang up," he said and covered the microphone. He stood up and said "I have to go back to the trailer and be with y/n. Dustin I know I was your ride so you're just gonna have to wait it out with Max across the street until I tell you otherwise okay?"

"Is everything okay? You never leave in the middle of a D&D game" Dustin asked as they ran out of Mike's house. Eddie didn't answer and just got in the car, driving as fast as he legally could to get to you.

"Eddie what the hell is going on-" "Shut up! Look, just don't come inside till I come get you" he said as they pulled up to the trailer. He opened the door softly and walked around, looking for you. He found you on the kitchen floor, your knees held tight to your chest.

You were shaking a little, your breath really heavy and fast. "Y/n...hey, it's me" he said and slowly bent down in front of you. You looked at him through teary eyes and he said "you're okay....everything's okay. It's me, Eddie. You're at my trailer. You're safe,"

You had previously gone through a lot of physical and mental abuse from your parents and an ex boyfriend and it caused panic attacks for you sometimes. Eddie wanted to get you help, but you refused and said it'd be a waste of time and you could handle it.

He slowly put his hand up, and you held your breath a bit. You gently touched his fingers, still terrified of being hurt. "You know who I am right?" He asked and you nodded. He slowly grabbed your hand and said "so you know I'm not gonna hurt you, right?"

You nodded again and he slowly moved next to you, grabbing your hand and holding it. "It's okay, it's okay. Just relax. Try to breathe, y/n" he said and you looked up at him, trying to calm down.

He wiped your tears away and said "you're safe here, y/n. Nothing and no one can hurt you, I promise" "I'm scared..." you whimpered and he took a deep breath. He kissed your head and let you crawl onto his lap, softly crying into his chest.

He hugged you tight and said "I'm so sorry baby...I know it's hard. I'm here for you, sweetheart. Just let it out, it's gonna be okay" He kissed your head a few times and you closed your eyes, trying to calm down. He stayed like that with you, helping you feel safe again as you listened to the sound of his heartbeat.

Even after you were nice and calm, you both still sat on the kitchen floor, his rough hands rubbing your back comfortingly. "I'm sorry I interrupted your game," you said softly and he shook his head.

He sighed and said "it's okay...that game is nothing to me. I love you so fucking much, y/n. I'd choose you over that stupid fantasy game every day. I want to be here for you no matter what, I want to see you happy. Screw D&D," you both chuckled and he played with your hair, twirling it around his fingers and running his hand through it.

"Thank you for being here for me," you said and he smiled. He cupped your cheek and lifted your face so you were looking at him. He kissed you softly and you smiled, resting your head back on his chest.

"I'll always be here for you" he whispered softly. He stood up, picking you up and walking over to the couch. He set you down and said "I'm gonna let Dustin in and order us a pizza. Is that okay?" You nodded and he kissed you again.

You chuckled a little, you forgot Dustin was staying with you guys since his mom went on a 3 month business trip. "Hey...are you okay?" Dustin asked as he came in. You nodded and said "yea, yea I'm fine. Sorry you had to wait"

"No, no it's okay. I understand," he said and you smiled, ruffling his hair up. He chuckled and Eddie smiled, happy to have you in his life. He was so happy and glad he was the first person you called every time you needed someone, and that you chose him out of everybody else in town.

"Ok, beautiful. I ordered you a small plain cheese all for you and a pepperoni for me and Dustin" he said and sat next to you, placing a hand on your thigh. You rested your head on his shoulder and Dustin fake gagged. You rolled your eyes and Eddie chuckled.

"You two are so gross," he said and you sighed. You looked over at him and said "one day you and Susie will live together and be all lovey dovey like us. Just you wait," "whatever. You two are still gross" he said and you and Eddie both chuckled.

Eventually I’ll be writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

So just dm me the taglist you want to be added to and I’ll add you :)

[jeyramarie]

Mr. & Mrs. Holland- (Mob! Tom Holland x Mob! Reader) part 1

summary: most powerful couple in the country but it’s not Tom you should be fearing.

w/c: 3,033

warning: fluff, kissing, angst? idk, y/n being a badass (yes... that should be a warning)

a/n: the prologue got the greatest feedback, thank you to everyone who read it. i’m so so thankful. since it did so good, here’s part 1!! happy reading everyone 🦋

The sun shined through the curtains, warming up the naked bodies that were tangled in the satin sheets. Tom’s eyes fluttered open, immediately turning his bed to see his wife laying on his chest. He smiled and pushed back a piece of hair that was hanging in front of her face. Waking up next to Y/n was his favorite feeling because to him, she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life. He moved a bit to get out of bed making her stir. Her eyes opened softly to look at him and smile. 

“Morning, love.” he said softly leaning in and giving her a peck. 

“Good morning, honey.” she chuckled and bit her lip while smiling widely. Tom stood up from the bed, his butt bare making Y/n giggle. He turned around with a questionable look while she layed back down on her pillow. 

“You have a nice butt.” she giggled making him roll his eyes and make his way towards their walk in closet. 

“Where are you going?” she groaned, sitting up in bed with her back against the headboard. 

“I have a meeting with the boys. Haz told me some things have been going missing on the ports.” 

“What things?” she asked with furrowed eyebrows. 

“That supply we were gonna send to Columbia last week.” He walked out butting up his shirt, then moving to his sleeves rolling them up. 

“But… Tom, that was the biggest supply this month.. we were gonna get a fortune.” Y/n said sitting up straighter. 

“Love, I know that. That’s why I need to find out what’s going on and who did this. I’m gonna be with the boys most of the day. I’ll see later.” Tom leaned down, gave his wife a long kiss and stepped out of the bedroom without uttering another word. Y/n started thinking about a possible plan that would help her husband and the whole company. She quickly got out of bed and went into the shower where her thoughts sort of became clearer. With a towel wrapped around her body she walked into her side of the closet. 

“What the hell am i gonna wear?” she asked herself with her arms crossed over her chest. She scanned her color coded closet and finally chose a short black Prada dress. It was tight around her curves and it had a small slight on the side to show part of her thigh. Y/n put her hair up to show off her collarbone and the diamond earrings Tom had just bought her. She put on her favorite pair of heels and made her way towards the meeting room. Her heels clacked on the marble floors as she strutted to the testosterone filled room. 

She pulled open the dark brown doors making every pair of eyes land on her. Of course, Y/n smirked and began to make her way to her husband, who was sitting at the end of the table with a whiskey in hand and his fingers rubbing his chin deep in thought. When she was half way there, she turned to the bartender. 

“Martin? I'll have my usual.” 

“Dry martini with two olives. Got it, boss.” he nodded and turned to start off her drink while she smiled, turning back to look at Tom. Finally, she stood next to him, making him look up at her. Tom looked back down and stared slowly at her thighs, her hips, the day the dress got extra tight at her waist, her breast that were shaped perfectly to him, her collarbone that he desired to kiss and bite at that very moment and last, but certainly not the least, her beautiful face that made him melt every single time he looked at it. 

“Darling, what are you doing here?” He asked, smirking at his wife who was smiling widely. 

“I thought I could give you some ideas, help you out a bit. What do you guys have so far? That’s if you do want my help, of course.” she said as she crossed her arms quickly looking to her right to see Martin with her drink in hand. 

“Thanks, Martin.” she muttered and took a sip while looking back at Tom. 

“I would love to hear what you have in mind. You know I always need your help, darling.” he smiled putting his hand on her thigh and moving it up and down making Y/n get goose bumps all over her body. 

“I need to know what you guys have first.” she smirked and drank another sip from her strong beverage. Tom looked at her and chuckled, sitting straight. 

“Okay, boys… let’s tell Mrs. Holland what we have, now.” he said, strongly making Y/n feel an undeniable tingly feeling on her covered core. The next 30 minutes were spent discussing the problems and the suspects. Of course, Harrison believed it was someone from the inside spilling out details on the supply’s destination. The only thing they seem to have left is a good hideout place to keep look out. Harrison brought over some files of properties close by to Y/n. She put her glass down and sat on the armrest of Tom’s chair making him put his hand on her hip. 

“You’re planning on buying this?” she asked with a questionable look with her head turned to her husband. 

“Yes, why? Do you not like it?” 

“Is not that i don’t like it.. is that…. they’ll find you before you move in. You have to be somewhere that no one's gonna expect you to be in.” Y/n said while looking at the different properties in front of her. She took the last sip from her martini and stood up, still looking at the papers. She walked around the table in silence, every single man following her with their eyes. 

“I hate this. This… this is… what the fuck are you thinking?” she exclaimed turning around to look at Tom who was looking at her with a straight face, waiting for her to explain herself. 

“You wanna spy on someone who’s probably stealing your shit and you wanna buy a 3 million dollar mansion to do it?” she scoffed and shook her head in disbelief as her husband stood up from his chair and slowly started walking towards Y/n. 

“You have to get a place that no one’s gonna expect. Get an abandoned apartment or something. Somewhere dirty and ugly.” Tom finally stood in front of her and grabbed her waist, pulling her towards him. 

“I love the way you think, darling. I like your idea.” he whispered and leaned in to give her a peck. 

“Of course you do, it’s the right one.” she said smiling which caused him to chuckle. 

“We’ll go with that. Harrison, get everything ready.” 

“If you want something done right, let a woman do it.” she said and grabbed his face to give him a quick kiss. She pulled away and started walking towards the door. 

“I have to go, check on my employees. I’ll call you later, honey.” and with that she left the room leaving every man speechless. Y/n walked to the living room where her driver was playing cards with the maids of the house. 

“Dylan, bring the car around.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” she quickly turned around and walked back to her room to get her purse and of course, her small golden gun. She walked outside towards the car where Dylan was holding the door open. 

“Where to, ma’am?” he asked before Y/n got into the car.

“You know that apartment building close to Le Royal?” 

“Yes.” 

“I need to go there, William is waiting for me.” the man nodded and she got into the car. The ride was silent but she was mostly talking to herself in her head. Thinking of what to say and what to do when she got there. The car came to a stop making her jolt out of her trance. The door opened showing Dylan with a small smile. 

“We’re here, ma’am.” he extended his hand to help Y/n out of the car. 

“Thanks, Dylan. Stay close, please.” 

“Sure thing, ma’am. Good luck in there.” he said, closing the car door. 

“Thank you.” she smiled putting on her Dior sunglasses and walking towards the door.  Y/n walked inside and got to the elevator, going to the last floor. When the doors opened her right hand man, William was waiting for her with a bloody fist. 

“Thanks for the help, William.” 

“Anytime, ma’am.” he nodded and she made her way to the long hallway that led to a wooden door. She opened the door and was met with a man tied to a chair and another chair in front of him. 

“I’m so sorry for the delay but i’m sure my right hand man kept you company. He’s a great conversation starter. I'm sure you guys had fun.” Y/n smiled sitting down on the chair and crossing her legs. The man lifted his head with his sweaty hair falling on his face and the blood coming from his lip, dripping down his chin. 

“Yeah, fun.” 

“Do you know who i am, John?” 

“Yeah.” he scoffed. 

“Okay, do you know what i’m gonna do to you?” the room filled with silence and Y/n chuckled at his nervousness. 

“Of course you don’t. I’ll tell you anyway though.” she said, uncrossing her legs and standing up. Finally in front of the man, she placed her hands on the armrest of the chair leaning in front of him. 

“You mess with my husband, you mess with me and our company. You're not gonna get out of this so easily.” she whispered in a low serious voice making the man’s breath shaky. 

“I’m gonna bash your skull with a metal bat until it has a hole in it. You got that?” the man stayed quiet, scared for his life. Y/n stood back up and smiled. 

“I’ll see you later, Johnny.” she said as she walked out of the room leaving the man screaming out her name over and over again. She walked down the familiar hallway again, getting into the elevator with William. 

“Let’s go, Will.” the elevator door closed, it started moving and then it opened at the 1st floor. Y/n walked out first and then William behind, Dylan was already holding the door open which caused her to smile. 

“Thank you, boys.” she said as she climbed into the back seat. When the door closed her phone ran, it was Tom. 

“Hey, baby.” 

“Hello, love. How’s everything going?” 

“Everything went smoothly. How bout you? Is the plan in motion?” 

“It is. Everything is being handled as we speak.” 

“Great! I have to meet up with some business partners I wanna negotiate with so i’ll get you when i get out okay?” 

“Alright, love. We’ll talk later. I love you.” 

“I love you too, honey.” she smiled and then hung up as the car came to a stop in front of Le Royal. It was a very famous hotel that had it’s very own casino with the same name. Dylan helped her out of the car and she made her way to the entrance with William right behind her. Her heels clacked on the marble floors of the hotel lobby. Everyone stared at her in awe, only people in the business knew who she really was and what she did. They walked to the casino side of the lobby and went up a long glass staircase. It led them to big white doors that led to a small waiting room with the secretary typing quickly on her computer. Y/n walked towards her and stood in front of the counter, making the woman look up from her device. 

“May i help you?” she asked in a bitchy tone which made Y/n go serious and angry. 

“Yes, I have a meeting with Mr. Matthews.” she said coldly, giving the woman a killing look. 

“Go ahead.” 

“Thanks.” she spit out, turning and walking towards the office. Once at the door, she knocked and waited for the man to give her mention to enter. 

“Come in!” screamed the man from inside alerting William to open to the door and letting Y/N walk in first. 

“Y/n Holland, welcome! It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” the man smiled as he shook her hand and introduced himself to William after. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Adam. Thank you so much for agreeing to speak with me. I’ve heard nothing but good things about your business.” she said as she sat down in front of his desk and crossed her legs. 

“Same goes to you. You and your husband have left a really big impression on all of us.” 

“Oh, well thank you.” she chuckled as he leaned on his elbows on his desk. 

“So, what kind of business are we talking about?” 

“Oh well. I came here to offer you a deal.” 

“What kind of deal exactly?” he asked leaning back on his chair and crossing his legs. 

“I wanna buy the hotel.” she said seriously, making him laugh dryly and shake his head. 

“I’m not selling, Y/n.” 

“You didn’t let me finish.” he stopped laughing and moved his hand signaling her to continue. 

“I wanna buy so you can be in charge of everything while I'm gone. You’d report back to me or Tom. You’d get 25% of all income.” the room fell silent, Adam kept thinking about every single scenario of what would happen if he accepted. 

“What would I be doing, Y/n?” 

“We wanna use the casino for every exchange and to sell our little things that everyone seems to love. I assure you, Adam, you’re gonna get triple the clientele if they know what you’re gonna have.” he looked at her and scratched his eyebrow, standing up without another word. He made his way towards the glass windows, looking at the city below. Y/n played with her fingers, feeling nervous that maybe he didn’t want to go through with the deal. Even William knew she was nervous. After a few seconds, Adam turned around with his hands in his pockets, looked up and smiled. 

“You have yourself a deal Mrs. Holland.” he said, extending his hand for her to shake. She stood up quickly and grabbed it, shaking it. 

“Thank you so much, Adam. You won’t regret this.” 

“It was a pleasure doing business with you, Y/n. Call me anytime to schedule the first special casino night.” he said putting his other hand over hers. 

“Of course. I’ll call you tonight with my husband to schedule everything. Have a nice day, Mr. Matthews.” she smiled taking her hands out of his grasp and walking towards the door that William opened for her to walk out. They made their way downstairs to the lobby when Y/n came to an immediate stop. 

“Is everything alright, ma’am?” William asked, standing in front of her. 

“I don’t know if you know but I kind of have a sixth sense, Will. I don’t trust that man.” she said rummaging through her purse. 

“What are you gonna do?” 

“I need you to go to the main office of this building and plug this in into one of the computers.” Y/n whispered holding up a small pendrive. 

“While you’re doing that i’ll be having a couple drinks at the bar, just looking around. Checking what I have to work with.” she said looking around. 

“I can’t do that, ma’am. Mr. Holland gave me direct orders to not leave your side.” 

“Well he’s not here right now, William. I won’t rat you out okay? But please, get me that information.” she said turning to him while taking off her glasses and giving him pleading eyes. He sighed and nodded making Y/n squeal. 

“Thank you, thank you. I’ll be in the bar, find me when you’re done okay?” 

“Alright.” he said and turned walking towards the back doors of the lobby. 

30 minutes went by when William finally walked out. He turned the corner and saw his boss drinking her martini while looking at the ceiling, the walls, the employees, the bar countertop and the alcohol bottle in front of her. Every detail was important for her, to think of different ways to work with that place. 

“Mrs. Holland.” William said breaking Y/n’s trance. She looked at him and smiled as he held up the pendrive she had given him.

“Is it there?” she asked, getting down from the bar stool. 

“Every last bit, ma’am.” he said, giving it to her. She chuckled and patted him on the chest. 

“Good job, Will. Let’s go home.” Y/n said and walked towards the exit of the hotel where Dylan was already waiting in the car. 

When they arrived at the mansion, Y/n walked straight to her bedroom where Tom was taking a shower. She took off her heels so he wouldn’t hear her walk in, unzipped her dress and tied her hair up, slowly making her way to the bathroom. The shower door was foggy but she could still see her husband’s silhouette. Y/n pushed it open and stepped in quickly. She placed her hand on his back making him jump and quickly turn around. 

“Sorry to scare you.” she whispered, making him sigh in relief. 

“It’s alright, darling.” he said as he grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him. They looked at each other’s eyes for a while until he leaned in and kissed her passionately. She pulled away and leaned her forehead against his. 

“Did you get it?” he whispered, making her smile.

“Yeah, all of it.” she whispered back knowing exactly what he was talking about. Tom chuckled and grabbed her face, pulling her into a long kiss. She wrapped her arms around her neck while he moved his to her waist. Suddenly, he grabbed her ass cheek, moving her against the wall. Both of them feeling content about they’re new multi million dollar deal.

taglist: @ilovefandoms102​ @themaddies-obx​ @guillerminacaba​ @teenwishes08​ @runawayolives

[euphoriyoongi]

❤︎ Why don’t you love me? m.y.g ❤︎

Requested Imagine prompt: “why don’t you love me?”

Requested by: @miriamxsworld

❤︎ Summary:

you’re in love with your long time best friend, Yoongi, who is also in love with you. You try to get with Jimin for the sake of keeping your friendship with Yoongi, but when he sees you nearly kiss Jimin, he breaks down.

❤︎ Word count: 2.0k

❤︎ Warnings: none

❤︎ Genre: best friends to lovers

m.list

Requests are open!

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You were in love.

The thing is, you knew it, too.

Why were you trying to chase someone else? Was it because you were too scared to ruin your friendship?

Yes. You didn't want to take the chance to lose him. You enjoyed his company even if it wasn't exactly what you wanted. So you tried to change your direction, and you went after Jimin, who knew you liked Yoongi.

It was a Friday night. You and your group of friends have been watching horror movies since it was Friday the 13th. You didn't like them and hated getting jump-scared.

Your close friend Yoongi sat on the opposite couch while you sat next to Jimin and Hoseok. Yoongi watched you as you watched the movie, seeing you make weird faces and hiding in Jimin's shoulder.

He knew you didn't like these movies, and he wanted to put up a fight when you said, "sure, we can watch them." It wasn't fair to you to watch something you didn't enjoy. And it wasn't enjoyable for him to watch you lean on another guy's shoulder.

Yoongi has loved you for ages now, ever since he could remember meeting you.

You first met on New Year's Eve. You were heartbroken after a breakup, and he was all alone.

All alone on top of a balcony at a party, you walked up to him and basically told him that you were going to kiss him when the new year came. Yoongi was flustered at the time, but truthfully...he wanted to kiss you too.

So you did. Both strangers at the time, your first encounter with him was a kiss. Now a few years later, he's your best friend, and both of you want to be more than that.

If you would’ve known how Yoongi felt, you wouldn’t be here trying to mess with Jimin.

When a ghost popped up onto the screen with a flash, you squealed and grabbed onto Jimin tightly, tossing your head into his chest. He froze and looked over to Yoongi, who looked like he was going to break the can of beer in his hand.

Jimin smirked, then glanced down at you. “y/n?” He softly said to you, and you peeked up at him. “Come out to the kitchen with me quick?”

You nodded and glanced at Yoongi, who was staring intently at the tv. You both got up, and Namjoon nudged Yoongi’s shoulder. “I wonder where they're going..” he laughed, not knowing that Yoongi liked you. “They've been all over each other all night.”

Yoongi huffed, crossing his arms in front of him. He kept quiet, but his thoughts were buzzing through his brain. He kept his composure but couldn't help but watch as the two of you walked out of the room.

Namjoon glanced at Yoongi, raising his eyebrows. “Hey bro, are you alright?”

Yoongi sighed and took a sip of his beer. “Yeah.”

You and Jimin sat down at the table in the kitchen. He smirked at you, holding his head up with his hand. “What are you doing?”

Your eyes widened, and you played with your hands in your lap. “Huh? What do you mean?” you wondered out loud, watching Jimin’s smirk turn into a chuckle.

“Y/n...you've been all over me tonight. What's going on?” he asked, blinking at you with confusion.

When he noticed you squirm in your seat, he sighed and stood up. “Stand up.” He said, motioning you to get up. “I need to prove something.”

You furrowed your eyebrows but stood up anyway, pushing in the chair. “What is it?”

He looked you up and down. Jimin did not doubt that he was attracted to you. He would be stupid not to be. But he knew you had feelings for Yoongi and that the feeling was mutual. He wanted to see if she could be honest with herself.

Jimin smiled. “Do you like Yoongi?” He asked you, tilting his head as he tried to figure you out.

Your breath got caught in your throat. “W-what? No, of course not.” You laughed, denying it as much as you could. “That’s impossible.”

Jimin nodded, holding his hands behind his back as he swayed on his toes. “Then if I kiss you, can you kiss back?” He smirked, trying to get you to come clean with how you feel.

You looked around the room, making sure no one was watching. You then walked closer to Jimin and got as close as you could. “Yeah, of course, I can.” You gulped in anxiousness, definitely not able to kiss him. Maybe if you imagined he was Yoongi then—wait, that’s not right.

Still, you tried to do it, doing all you could not let your secret out. You feared that your relationship with Yoongi would crash and burn if he found out your true feelings. So as Jimin slid his hands down your waist and leaned in close to kiss you, you shut your eyes tight and leaned in too.

But before you could kiss him, Yoongi interrupted. “What’s going on?”

This broke you and Jimin away. He was smirking at you and glanced between you and Yoongi.

“Yoongi I—“ you went to explain yourself, hoping he didn’t hear the whole conversation.

He didn’t. He only saw you nearly kiss Jimin and had to interrupt. He couldn’t let you kiss him. He couldn’t let you kiss anyone but himself. Why couldn’t you love him back?

Yoongi’s eyes were on the verge of tears. He always knew you didn’t share the same feelings for him, but he didn’t think about how painful it was to watch you be in love with someone else. “Why are you…why were you kissing him?” He stuttered as he spoke, knowing that he was about to let it all out. All of his secrets. All of the things he wanted to keep to himself. In an effort to conceal, he left the room and walked out of the apartment.

“You better go after him.” Jimin nodded towards the door with a smirk. “I knew you liked him. Good thing he’s in love with you.”

You frowned at him. “What?”

Jimin nodded his head again. “I said that he’s in love with you. It’s obvious. I’m surprised you didn’t know.”

“What do you mean he’s in love with me?” You questioned your mind all over the place.

Jimin groaned. “Y/n, go. Go get him.”

After a moment, you got a grip and ran towards Yoongi as fast as you could. “Yoongi, wait!” You yelled as he reached the elevator. The doors closed right as soon as you got there, and you turned to rush down the stairs.

After sprinting down six flights, you were out of breath, huffing. You still ran, though, and made it out of the building to see him standing there next to the entrance of the building, a cigarette in his hand.

You sighed in relief. “Yoongi.” You breathed, walking over to him.

His eyes were red, and he went to lift the cigarette to his lips when you grabbed onto his arm to stop him. “Don’t do that.” You sighed, plucking it out of his hand and tossing it on the ground, stepping on it. “You’re too pretty to ruin your lungs.”

“Hm.” He chuckled sarcastically, shaking your hand off of his arm. “Too pretty. I think Jimin is prettier, though.”

You looked down, shaking your head. “Yoongi, what’s wrong?” You inquired, pleading with him with your eyes.

He laughed again, turning to face you with a quick whoosh. “You want to know what's wrong? Do you really?” he rolled his eyes and gripped your shoulders in his hands. “My problem is you.”

“Me?” you softly muttered, seeing the pain in his eyes. He looked from your lips to your eyes, and a stray tear slipped down his cheek.

“Yes, you! I had to suffer all this time and watch you fall in love with someone other than me. I had to see you kiss someone other than me. I'm the one who knows your favorite food. I know your middle name. I know how much you hate horror movies!” he yelled, causing some onlookers to watch as they passed by. “I'm the one who knows that you love Ferris wheels and hate cotton candy. I know that you love to sing but hate to do it in front of other people. So why is it him? So why...” he stuttered, shaking your shoulders as his tears fell violently. “So why don't you love me?”

His grip on your shoulders began to hurt, but you couldn't help but ignore it. All you could feel was his passion burn into your eyes, his brown irises pleading for an answer. You never once saw him cry. So to see him cry over you made you feel like you damaged him.

You stood there in awe, trying to figure this all out. What was he trying to say? Was it okay for you to tell him how you feel now?

“Why aren't you saying anything?” he softly let out and gently let go of his grip on you. “I'll make this clear.” he looked down for a moment and stepped back.

“I love you, Y/N. I think I loved you ever since—no, I know I loved you ever since we shared that kiss on New Years.”

Your eyes widened. Did he love you? You knew it now, but why did you deny it? If you let him stand here all vulnerable without telling him how you feel, you’d be an awful person.

You looked up to him, watching his tears slide down his cheeks. You reached up and gently wiped his tears and ran your hand through his hair. “Yoongi.”

He sniffed, trying to figure you out. “Hm?”

You couldn’t help but smile at him. He just let out everything. Every part of him was now open to you. All his emotions, his memories, his love for you. You couldn’t believe what you heard. You smiled at him as you cradled his face as his tears slowed. “I love you too.”

His wide eyes met yours, his lips slightly parted. He couldn’t understand that you told him you loved him back, and he gulped. “You…you what?”

You shook your head and chuckled and then repeated it for him. “I’m in love with you too, dummy.”

His eyes widened even more. “You better not be fucking with me, or I’m going to kiss you right now.”

“Please do.” You said to him, smiling wide as you noticed his gummy smile on display.

He grabbed onto your waist and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in until you were flush against him. He then leaned in and softly touched his lips to yours, gently moving against you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him even closer to deepen the kiss. He smiled through it, and you kissed his teeth as he did.

“You better kick them out….” Yoongi smirked as he pulled away for a second only to kiss you again. “Unless they want to watch.”

“Hm..” you softly moaned, talking through your kiss. “Id prefer our alone time.”

You both held each other that night, but not before kicking your friends out to enjoy a blissful night with your best friend—turned boyfriend.

[suhtorus]

𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁

⥅ eren jaeger / 1.8k words

warnings. manga spoilers, fluff and angst, gender neutral reader

a/n. my entry for anilysium's collab, don't forget to check the masterlist !! thank u sm temi for the beta ♡ @thefairywalker

hope is what makes someone hold onto a promise. and that hope it's worse than the broken promise itself.

—

845.

an autumn-like breeze cooled down the summer afternoon, and with the sky barren of any clouds, it was easier for the sun rays to land on those familiar blond strands.

"over there!"

eren's small hand—even though it was big enough to cover yours—wrapped around your wrist before it tugged you through the crowd. your rapid breaths were all you could hear while you mentally prayed to make it on time, just a couple more steps and you would be within reach, already staring at armin’s frightened face which caused your heart to jump. but what finally managed to send you in a state of despair was the sight of eren shoving the bigger kid away.

“what do you think you’re doing, yeager?!”

“are you hurt?” tears gathered at the corners of your eyes while you helped armin up on his feet, you didn’t have to turn around to know eren had received a punch, his pained wail making you flinch.

armin took your hand and together faced the scene before your eyes, holding onto each other's hands while tears dampened your cheeks.

“leave him alone!” the tremble in your voice was obvious, even after multiple fights with those kids it always ended up the same way. armin and you crying in fear for eren and mikasa's safety.

only this time mikasa was nowhere to be seen.

“shut up!” 

“don’t talk to them like that!” with a kick on the shin, eren managed to keep the bully out of commission for a few seconds. but that was enough for your saviour to arrive.

“leave before i call the garrison.”

relief began to relax your tense stance, you all knew that it wasn’t the moment to be wasting their time in a kid’s fight, the shortage of food seemed to worsen each day and keeping the people on a tight leash became harder as the days went by.

the kid seemed to finally realize he wouldn't win this time, so with a scoff he took a couple of steps back, "this isn't over," his annoyed gaze traveled from eren to you, "and try not to piss your pants next time."

the three of you watched him run away while the rush of adrenaline began to wear out on your bodies and gave in to the tiredness. had mikasa not intervened, the outcome would've been way worse.

"hey," eren was the first one to break the silence, turning towards you and landing a hand on your shoulder. unfortunately, the softness in his voice was your catalyst and soon you allowed the distress to overcome you, "oh no, don't cry!"

it was useless to try to get your tears to stop, falling one after another as your chest racked with broken sobs, "i-i'm sorry i couldn't be o-of help!"

armin watched in worry as eren tried and failed to get you to calm down. he could tell you were scared when you confronted the bully, your hold on his hand so tight he feared you would end up hurting yourselves. but even so, you had pulled through your fear and stood your ground, something he admired from you.

with a tug on your shirt, mikasa signaled you to start walking, her impassive yet reassuring gaze letting you know she was there for you.

"let's go home."

—

the warm steam that blew onto your blotchy face felt soothing, the taste of mrs. yeager's freshly brewed tea successfully relaxing the tightness in your chest as it ran down your throat.

you could already feel the tiredness hitting you all at once, begging you to lie down and close your eyes so you could rest your mind after the afternoon's occurrences. but with eren's eyes observing you, you knew you weren't off the hook yet.

"better?"

not trusting your voice, you hummed and smiled behind the cup resting on your lips, sniffling slightly when a flashback of eren being punched on the face appeared on your mind.

however, he didn't seem to be done with the topic.

"why did you stand up to him if you were so scared? you were lucky he didn't go for you." 

"'cause i didn't want him to keep punching you."

"i don't need your help," his tone gave you the wrong impression. were you bothering him? a frown pulled your lips in a wobbly pout but he was quick to realize his error, "i mean, we should focus on armin, right? he's the one always in trouble."

you rocked your feet back and forth, watching them dangle from the chair as you mulled over his words. he wasn't lying, it was armin who often ended up as the victim of those bullies. at least when neither of you were around to aid him.

"i have a plan!" eren suddenly perked up, eyes brimming with excitement and pride as he obviously found his plan a good one, "dad always says that it's his duty to protect mom because they're married. so, if we get married, i can protect you and we can protect armin—together!"

you couldn't help but gasp, "married?! but we are too little!"

"not now, dummy. when we grow up!"

"what if i cry again and can't protect armin?" you voiced out your biggest worry as you pushed the cup away and made room on the table for your arm, resting your chin on top of it after yawning.

"i'll protect all of us," he didn't even hesitate, “and we have mikasa too.”

the silly promise made so much sense to your 10-year-old brain, which is why you held onto the hope and safety it gave you and agreed.

carla yeager squealed the news to her husband once eren and you had fallen asleep.

—

850.

there wasn't a day where you didn't regret not going with them.

the lively days soon became dull without eren and armin’s excited voices as they discussed the fire and icy lands in armin’s book, mikasa’s reassuring presence gone as well. but you knew you wouldn’t make it through the strenuous military training—or at least that was what you had told yourself.

truthfully, you wondered how were they not scared of continuing with their suicide mission of joining the legion, all those sacrifices just to see what was outside the walls. why couldn’t they be happy with what you already had? it wasn’t much, but you had each other, which was more than what most people could say.

with shiganshina gone, you became one of the refugees that lurked in the streets of trost. the conditions to live growing harsher, food and shelter becoming escarse and a luxury, but eren’s promise gave you enough strength to go on with your days until you landed a job as a waitress at a pub. 

you missed them, all of them.

their names flew from the mouths of the military police and other higher ups that passed by, making you wonder what they were up to. however, when news spread about eren’s abilities to shift into one of those creatures, that old sense of worry shook you to your very core.

was he hurt? mikasa wouldn't let anyone lay a finger on him, but what if they separated them?

multiple scenarios ran through your head, many of them not so pleasing and only worsening your nerves. but if their names kept coming up in the authorities’ conversations after each and every mission, then it meant they were still alive.

unfortunately, all you could do was pray for their well-being and silently beg them to return.

—

854.

after years of not hearing his voice, it took you several seconds to recognize it.

“where– where are we? why–”

“you’ve changed,” his tone was soft yet hints of curiosity sept through as he marveled at you, “you look older..." prettier, he wanted to say.

having spent so many years without the intensity of his gaze, you realized you had grown unused to it, “you’ve changed too.”

it seemed like everyone had disappeared, except for you and him. dunes of fine sand slithered under your feet and a bright light illuminated the starry sky, converging by the horizon and causing his green eyes to shine in a way you had never seen before.

“eren… what’s all this?”

one moment you were surrounded by chaos, people screaming while an army of colossal titans walked south and eren declared war against the rest of the world; and the next it all had gone quiet, a man—eren—standing next to you while holding your hand.

"they will pay, and then we will be free," his thumb rubbed the skin on the back of your hand gently.

you caught the way his gaze hardened for a second, rage clear in his features but what confused you the most was the amount of hurt swirling in his eyes.

​​what did he mean by 'they'? you were aware of marley's feelings towards the eldians but was it truly that bad? there were so many questions you wanted to ask, but something told you that you didn’t have enough time so you chose to stick to the most important ones. 

“how's mikasa? armin... is it true? he’s the colossal now?”

eren pulled you closer to him by tugging on your hand, cradling the side of your face with his free hand as a smile took over his lips.

"mikasa's busy kicking everyone's asses," he joked and you couldn't help but laugh, relieved at the sudden lightness in his voice. your eyes closed briefly when he leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours, licking his lips before continuing, "armin... yeah, he's the colossal. looks like i need to find another excuse to marry you, hm?” 

you found it unfair how after almost a decade, he could still hold such a power over your heart, the butterflies in your stomach feeling worse than what you recalled.

“you remember?”

he didn't miss the hope in your tone, his own heart aching at the thought of you assuming he had forgotten about your existence. there wasn't a day where he hadn't wondered about your well-being, were you safe? had a titan stole your life just like they had done with his mom? it was armin and mikasa who consoled him whenever the intrusive thoughts became too much to his already stressed mind.

“i never forgot.”

it was subtle, the way that kids promise evolved into a lifetime vow—but neither of you minded.

“i need you to promise me one more thing," he murmured, his breath fanning over your lips while your own faltered at his proximity.

“you’re leaving again,” it wasn't a question.

“i have to.”

it pained him to no end, but it had to be done. the warmth of his lips touched your forehead, your cheeks, and lips; staying longer on the latter while your hearts synchronized for a moment, sharing years worth of affection.

"stay here, on the island. find somewhere safe to stay until it all ends.”

a mere murmur on your lips, that was all it took to harm your hopeful soul.

"and don't wait for me."

[kyberborna]

tags 06 (ship edition) 

☆ pull me close and I'll hold you tight. don’t be scared ‘cause I'm on your side.  ➵ poe & finn

☆ we chase the stars to lose our shadow. won’t you fly with me?  ➵ anakin & padme

☆ when you look me in the eyes I catch a glimpse of heaven.  ➵ baze & chirruit 

☆ I love my sister more than anything in this life. I'll choose her happiness over mine every time.   ➵ Luke & Leia 

☆ i’m my mother’s child. I’ll love you ‘till my breathing stops.  ➵ Skywalkers    

[messers-moony]

Devotion: Chapter Twenty | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader (Series)

Summary: In which the Hargreeves siblings come together to stop the end of the world. 

Disclaimer: I don’t own the Umbrella Academy. All rights go to the creators of the show, the comics and everyone in between. Gifs used in these chapters are NOT mine and are/were found on Pinterest. 

Warnings: Cursing, Sex, Nudity, Violence, Gore, Alcohol, Drugs, Smoking, Intense Scenes, and Abuse (if I missed any let me know)

—Not a Coincidence

❝I trust you.❞

Sometimes, Y/n wished that everyone could shut up. 

They were always so loud, and Y/n wanted everything to stop. Klaus was blocking the sun. She was thankful for that. Her body was unbelievably warm in Elliott’s small apartment. No one heard each other. Y/n uncovered her ears and heard footsteps from behind her. Vanya was coming down the steps. She gave Y/n a little smile. 

“I’m leaving.”

The chatter seized, “What? To go where?”

“Sissy's farm.” Vanya said, “Something's wrong with Harlan, and I need to help him.”

“Vanya, we need to stick together, okay?” Luther replied, “Now more than ever.”

“That's why I'm telling you this. Whatever's going on with Harlan, I think I might've caused it.”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, “How?”

“He drowned, and, uh, somehow I was able to bring him back to life. And now it's like we're connected.”

“What does that even mean?”

“I don't know. I can't explain, but I know that he needs my help.” Vanya sighed, “I need your help, too. I'm scared.”

Y/n felt frozen. Suddenly, she was a little girl at four years old in the basement. She was holding onto Vanya, rocking her back and forth. Y/n swallowed thickly. She could still hear Vanya’s weak, soft voice, “I’ve been locked in here for days. It feels like we’re never going to be able to leave.”

“And for the first time in my life, I don't wanna do it alone. I want my family by my side.”

“Look, I'm sorry.” Diego sighed, “We have other priorities right now.”

“Diego's right. For once.” Five said, “We need to make our stand here and now.”

Y/n watched Vanya deflate, “Okay. I guess I'll see you when I see you.”

Y/n saw Vanya give her a teary smile. She put her head on her chin and heard the side door open. It shut with a metallic slam. Y/n shivered. She watched Klaus blow a raspberry before standing up to stretch. After he was done stretching, he walked toward the door.

“Hey.” Diego called, “Where are you going?”

“I’m not letting her go into the unknown alone.”

The door opened and closed again. Y/n bit her bottom lip as Diego cursed under his breath, “Well, we might as well do some good before we die horribly.”

Allison shrugged, “Fuck it.”

Diego held the door open for her, and it closed again. Y/n looked up to see Luther and Five still inside. She released a shaky sigh. Five was pacing against the tile floor, and Luther looked at her. She shook her head, and he turned back to Five. Y/n put her forehead on her knees and stared down. She heard the wisp of air and the door again. She didn’t want to go. She wanted a break. 

She started to rock herself back and forth. Y/n squeezed her eyes tight, but all she saw was tiny Vanya. The little girl that became her sister in a house full of strangers. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Y/n brought her hands up to her hair. She ran her fingers through the strands and pulled slightly.

“Love you too, Y/n,”

Vanya’s sweet voice. She missed it. It was so calming and smooth. Y/n smiled, and the pressure on her hair released. 

“You look pretty too.”

Y/n held her body close to her. Vanya had always been nice despite being excluded for years. Y/n had looked at herself in the mirror years to see a worthless girl with a scarred body, but Vanya never thought so. She always thought Y/n looked beautiful. 

“You destroyed my life!”

She grimaced and whimpered. Vanya hadn’t been nice then. Her voice was harsh and dangerous, like the water in her dreams. It was consuming and suffocating.

“Who are you to tell me how to deal with my emotions when all you do is shut people out!”

Y/n pulled at the ends of her hair again. It hurt. Her heart was squeezing. She felt sweat start to slip down her back. She craved relief from the words echoing in her head. Vanya had never looked so distant and cold. Y/n shuddered. 

“You’re just like them,”

She whined and pulled on her hair harder, “No- no, I’m not,”

Her body shook, rocking herself, “I promise, I- I’m not.”

Y/n felt her body tremble. She could see Vanya’s pleading eyes. She remembered even if Vanya didn’t. She remembered everything. It was her curse and blessing. She pulled harder at her scalp and whined. Y/n heard the engine of the car start. She stood on shaky legs and swallowed thickly. 

She had trouble walking down the two stairs and to the door. Her hand gripped the knob, and she swallowed back the tears begging to fall. Her body trembled, and the asphalt was unsteady. Y/n took a deep breath before grabbing the passenger door handle. It opened, and she leaned down. 

“Eight?”

Y/n felt the lump in her throat grow. Vanya had never used numbers before. She didn’t know any better. Y/n didn’t realize someone was taking her left hand into theirs. It was soft, warm, and calloused at the fingertips. She felt them rub their thumb over the back of her hand. 

“Y/n?”

Five. She opened her eyes and saw green ones staring at her. They were so soft. He looked concerned, and she was only focused on him. The way his nose curved, how his eyes softened, his smooth skin, his jawline, the curve of his lips, but more his eyes. She had seen that green so many times. She’d dream of that green in the sky lighting up the beach. 

“Scoot.”

She watched him scoot over closer to Vanya. Y/n swallowed before sitting on the blue leather. She closed the door and pushed herself against it. Five didn’t let go of her hand and continued to rub his thumb across the back of it. Her heart was pounding, and she felt her other hand trembling. Y/n stared out the window, refusing to look anywhere else. 

Y/n heard Klaus sigh, “Well, the gangs all here.”

Someone snorted, and the car started moving. She felt pressure on her left arm and breath on her left bicep. Y/n turned to the left just enough to see dark brown hair. Five was leaned against her shoulder, his breathing was soft. Y/n took a deep breath and looked out the window again. The car scraped at the asphalt from Luther being in the trunk. 

She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the glass. It was cooling. It was a long drive. Y/n could hear Allison, Klaus, and Diego playing eye-spy in the seat behind them. Diego was getting mad every time Klaus would spy grass, and no one would guess Allison’s correctly. Whenever Y/n thought Five was asleep, he’d tap his fingers against her knee. 

Y/n closed her eyes and drifted off. She could still hear and feel everything around her, but her mind drifted. She was back at the shore. It wasn’t dark this time. She looked around to see the beige sand, the blue water, and the mid-day sky. The clouds looked fluffier than typical clouds. 

She looked down to see herself in the same attire: the same black long-sleeve pants and boots. Y/n felt a presence beside her. It was the same presence from before. She turned and saw dark chocolate hair, pale skin, and navy and maroon clothes. She tilted her head at him. 

“You’ve dreamed of me for years,”

“Pardon?”

He chuckled, “The green aurora borealis.”

“What about it?”

“Haven’t you noticed it yet?”

“Obviously not,” Y/n said, “I wouldn’t be asking if I had noticed.”

He turned to her. It was all the same features she had just seen in the car. The same lips, nose, jawline, and soft hair. Except he had a smirk on his face, “Really take a look.”

She tilted her head. He didn’t look any different than usual. His Umbrella Academy uniform was wrinkled and had some stains on the blazer. His shoes had sand sticking to them, and he had sand on the navy blue shorts. His face looked the same. She didn’t understand. The aurora borealis had always been a jade green, but everything was navy or maroon. His hand took her chin in his. She was staring at his face. Her eyes landed on his, and she finally realized.

“Your eyes.”

“Yes,” His thumb swiped at her cheek before landing at his side, “That isn’t a coincidence.”

Y/n didn’t get to ask any questions before she was jostled. Five was pulled from her shoulder, and he was swatting at the hand holding his hair. Y/n turned to see a light-skinned hand holding Five’s dark brown hair. She turned around to see Diego leaning over the seat. 

“Get your hands off me.” Five spat. 

She looked around to see the car approaching a small farm. Diego leaned over to Five’s left ear and whispered something. Five scowled, “As if I couldn’t kill you myself.”

Y/n looked out the window to see a small one-story house and a massive barn to the right. The house was yellow and had a small porch around it. The barn was blue, and there was snow everywhere. She furrowed her eyebrows when some form of energy struck in the middle of the barn. The car parked, and Y/n opened the door. The cold air hit her like a brick. She shivered. 

“You think whatever's going on inside is causing the cold front?”

“Well, the correlation is high.”

A woman exited the barn. Y/n tilted her head. She had blonde hair and blue eyes. Her skin was slightly wrinkled, and Y/n thought she saw some makeup. She was wearing a brown button-up sweater and blue jeans. The woman held the rifle pointed high. 

“Sissy! Sissy!” 

“Get back!” The woman, Sissy, yelled, “All of you, just get the hell back!”

Y/n perfected her posture, “Hey! What's wrong?”

“Carl.”

“What did he do to you?” Vanya asked.

“He's dead.” Sissy replied, “Harlan tossed him aside like a rag doll, the same way you sent those policemen flyin’.”

Y/n kicked some snow with her shoe, “Not gonna lie, that sounds pretty sick.”

She winced when Five stepped on her foot. She heard Diego and Klaus chuckle. Y/n smacked him, and he glared at her. Sissy was still holding the rifle, “What did you do to him? What the hell did you do to my son?”

“We don't have time for this.”

Y/n froze when Sissy pointed the gun at Diego. She held her hands out, and Five put his hand over her left wrist, “To help your son.”

“Look, Sissy, I found my family. These are my brothers and my sisters.”

“Ma'am.”

“Hi!” Y/n waved.

Five stepped on her foot again, “Why me?”

He glared at her, and Y/n stepped on his foot. He groaned. She smiled victoriously. She watched Sissy lower the gun, “Were you lyin' to me the whole time?”

“Of course not.”

“Look, I didn't know who I was. But I do now. And we are not the monsters that they say we are. We did not kill the president. We are not terrorists. We're not here to hurt anyone.”

Sissy furrowed her eyebrows, “Then, who are you?”

“I mean, technically, we’re weirdos with superpowers who are supposed to be born in like twenty-six years, but-“

Five sighed, “Y/n, shut up!”

“Hey, at least you didn’t step on my foot this time.” 

He growled before he stepped on her left foot for the third time. She groaned, “I stand corrected.”

Vanya sighed, “The only one who can help Harlan.”

Y/n watched Sissy put down the rifle and motion for them to follow. Her boots helped against the snow. It was easier to walk. She walked with her hands in her jean pockets behind Vanya. Vanya was clumsy on the snow and almost fell, but Y/n waved her hand, keeping her upright. Five kept close to Y/n’s side. The barn door was closed, and Vanya slid it open. 

Y/n shivered at the energy pulsing inside. There was an enormous energy cylinder with a little boy floating inside. He had brown hair and was wearing a blue button-up. Y/n watched him gasping and struggling against the energy. Vanya was yelling his name, Harlan, but he wasn’t responding. 

She watched Vanya’s irises go white and shivered. Vanya jumped inside the energy cylinder and continued to yell the little boy’s name. Y/n could feel the energy pulsing, and her body was taking it in. She started walking toward it. Y/n took small steps and slowly raised her hand. She placed her hand on the energy, and it accepted her. But someone grabbed her waist and pulled her back—Y/n smelt smoke and coffee.

“Five, I might be able to help.” Y/n said, “You have to let me go.”

“No.”

“Excuse me?”

Five’s eyes hardened, “You heard me.”

Y/n went stoic, and his arms were suddenly trapping her. She squeezed her eyes shut, and she could see the hallways all over again. Her body tensed, and she squirmed in his grip, “Let me go!”

She was begging, and Five continued to keep his grip tight. She felt like she was suffocating. Y/n’s breaths were coming in pants. She couldn’t hear anything but the ringing in her ears and the arms choking her. They were moving up and up until they reached her throat, strangling her. Her elbow made contact with the person’s stomach, and they doubled over. Y/n fell to the barn floor. 

Y/n turned around to see Five coughing. She gave him a pleading look. Y/n slowly got up on her feet and watched Vanya continue trying to communicate with the boy in the cylinder. She couldn’t hear inside. It sounded like Vanya was underwater. 

“Uh, guys?” Klaus called.

“What?”

Y/n turned around to see Klaus standing at another entrance to the barn. She walked over to the door and squinted her eyes. In the distance, she saw two figures. Lila was wearing all black with a leather jacket. The other was The Handler with her grey hair and extravagant clothing. She wore a small hat with a veil and a long black trench coat with a red undershirt. In her left hand was a briefcase. 

Diego cursed behind her, “Ah, shit.”

“What, who are they?”

“One's the Handler, the other's Diego's girlfriend.”

“Lila.” Diego said, “That's my ex-girlfriend.”

Y/n blew a raspberry. Luther groaned, “You know what? Doesn't matter. They both look angry.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, well,” Allison said, “Our brother has that effect on people.”

“I'm gonna go find out what they want.” Five replied, “You guys stay with Vanya and the kid.”

“I'm coming with you, too. Come on.”

“I second that.”

Y/n’s boots crunched in the snow. She heard two sets of footsteps behind her. She turned to see Five and Diego trailing behind her. The snow didn’t cover the entire farm, and her boots made the dirt beneath her mush. She mentally groaned as the ground became unsteady. Y/n tucked her hair behind her ears and straightened her posture when they made it in front of the two women.

“What do you want?”

Lila scoffed, “To watch you suffer.”

“What about me?” Diego asked.

“You're not even worth my wrath.”

Y/n smirked, “And me?”

“Oh, you’re good as dead.”

“Easy.” The Handler said, “We're here on official business.”

Five furrowed his eyebrows, “And what business is that?”

“As the head of the Commission, I've decided to eliminate the criminals responsible for the assassination of the former board of directors.”

“Yeah, right.” Diego scoffed, “We didn't kill the board.”

Y/n bit her bottom lip, “Uh, actually, Diego, that's not entirely accurate.”

“You two didn't tell them.” The Handler grinned, “Oh, Five, Zero.”

“What the hell did you two do?”

“What we had to,” Five replied, “To get our family home. Until somebody reneged on our deal.”

“Somebody wouldn't have reneged if somebody could've met a simple deadline. Alas.”

Y/n crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes, “You set us up to fail.”

“You two set yourself up to fail, friends.” The Handler said, “You and your brothers and sisters. Kinda the running theme of your little life, isn't it?”

“Dude, I can't believe you two killed the board of directors. You two have no idea how messed up the Commission is right now.” Diego whispered.

“Messed up? Who's saying that?”

“Everybody.” Diego retorted, “Christ, even the janitors think it's going to shit.”

Lila narrowed her eyes at Five, “That's not all he killed.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don't play dumb, you prepubescent piece of shit.”

Y/n scowled, “Shut your fucking mouth.”

“Enough.” The Handler scolded. “The point is, all of you are going to die today. Hmm?”

Diego crossed his arms, “Oh. Well, I don't like your chances. Eight of us, two of you.”

“Seven.”

The Handler smirked, “You know, you're right. Let's change that.”

Y/n saw The Handler snap her fingers. Behind her were multiple wisps of blue with people appearing. Some of them were wearing masks, and most of them wore all-black suits. She sighed. Most of them were armed with some type of weapon. Y/n saw guns primarily. 

“So, what do we do now?”

“Well, we got two choices,” Five replied, “Fight and die now or run and die later. Either way, we're food for worms.”

“Preference?”

Five sighed, “Wouldn't mind a few more minutes breathing air through the old windbags.”

“All right. Let's get this over with, shall we?”

Y/n watched The Handler grab a red piece of fabric from her pocket. She swallowed thickly, “Run!”

Her boots sunk into the ground, making it hard to run as fast as usual. Y/n didn’t turn around. She heard people yelling, and gunfire was echoing. She yelped and continued to run. Y/n was panting heavily. She felt someone grab her hand and pull her. She was encased in blue. Y/n fell from the blue and turned around to see Diego stumbling. 

“Five, I think I'm gonna puke.”

“No time!”

Y/n saw Five hide behind the wheel of a tractor and followed. Diego sat with his back to the tractor tire, and Y/n was facing the direction of the assassins. She sighed, “What now?”

“We blink into the house, man!”

Five muttered beneath his breath. She felt him grab her hand, and he held onto Diego’s knee. She saw his energy splutter, but it wasn’t enough. The blue was encasing his hands. Y/n heard him curse, “Shit, I'm out of fuel.”

Y/n locked eyes with Diego, “You wanna try it?”

“Sure, why the hell not.”

“Go!” Diego yelled, “We’ll cover for you.”

“Diego, Y/n, what are you-“

Y/n grabbed him, “For fucks sake, go!”

She jumped up and held out her hands. The bullets were slowing. She turned to see Diego in the same position. Y/n ground her teeth together and continued to push back. Diego was struggling, and she knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it long enough. She heard him groaning and grunting. 

“Now, Diego!”

Y/n moved her hands to the right and saw Diego do the same. The bullets flew into a haycart. Y/n felt someone grab her right hand, and she fell into Diego’s lap behind the tractor. New shots were being shot, and Diego covered Y/n with his body. Y/n sighed. 

“Shit.” Diego cursed, “How the hell do you do that all the time?”

“I dunno?” Y/n shrugged, “Practice?”

She heard energy thrumming and looked up. Vanya was floating from the barn with pale skin and blue eyes. Diego looked up and saw Vanya. He tucked Y/n’s knees beneath her chin and wrapped his arms around her entire body. His head was pushed into the right side of her neck. She felt the energy go past them and tapped Diego’s arm. He looked up and sighed. 

Y/n stood up and offered Diego her hand. He took his hand and stood up. They moved from behind the tractor, and Y/n saw hundreds of motionless bodies. She shivered, and Diego squeezed her hand tighter. She turned to see him completely unharmed, and her heart slowed back to its original rhythm. 

In the distance, Y/n saw a blue bubble. Inside the bubble were Lila and The Handler. Diego tilted his head, and Y/n took her hand from his gently. She looked up to see Vanya still floating in the air. Y/n swallowed and watched as Lila started to float up. 

“That's not normal.”

“No shit!”

The energy was thrumming again. Lila was absorbing all of Vanya’s previous energy. Y/n felt her body aching with the energy begging to be released. Lila was soaking it up like a sponge until it was squeezed. The energy pulsed, and Y/n held her hands out over her face. The energy washed over her like an old friend, and she took it in. 

Y/n turned around when the wave ended. She seemed to be the only one still standing. She turned to her right to see Diego gone. She cursed under her breath and ran to the small yellow house. Her shoes crunched against the snow and thudded against the wooden porch. 

She flung the door open and saw Five standing over someone. They groaned incessantly, “Luther, if you swallowed your tongue, you wouldn't be talking, you big moron.”

“Come on,” Five grabbed Luther’s hand, “On your feet.”

Luther groaned as he stood. Y/n walked behind Five, and he turned to her. He gave her an appearance check, and she gave him a recurring smile. Luther was unsteady on his feet, “Hey, what the hell happened? What was that?”

“She must've redirected Vanya's energy wave.”

“Yeah, I know,” Luther replied, “But how?”

Y/n heard clattering and looked up. The bricks from the chimney were about to fall. Five pushed Luther out of the way, “Luther, watch out!”

 She watched the bricks collapse on him. She wasn’t fast enough to catch them, “Five!”

Y/n dropped to her knees and started frantically moving bricks around. Luther did the same but was much slower. Y/n tucked her hair behind her ears and heard a wisp of energy. Luther looked up, and his face hardened. He turned to Y/n and locked eyes with her, “Cover me.”

“Always.”

She sighed and continued to dig while Luther covered her. The bricks were heavy, and her limbs felt like noodles. Y/n couldn’t do anything but make hand-to-hand contact. Lila couldn’t obtain her power. It would be too much for any one of them to handle. It was bad enough that Lila had Vanya’s. Y/n continued to dig, and the concrete was digging into her palms. 

Y/n heard a mixture of an explosion and glass shattering. She looked behind her to see Luther being thrown like a doll. She released a shaky breath and continued to dig faster. Lila seemed more occupied with him than her, thankfully. Y/n picked up a brick and saw dark chocolate hair. Her hands hurried than she could think. His hands were still over his head, and she gently took them off. 

He looked up at her. He had blood trickling from his left temple, and Y/n wiped some of it off with her sleeve. He groaned and started kicking the other bricks off his legs, “Five, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” He groaned, “I’m just glad you’re safe.”

Y/n held out her hand to him, “Come on.”

She felt the softness of his palm in hers, and her heart slowed. She tugged and pulled him up from the bricks. Y/n turned to her left and saw Allison choking. She ran to the big hole in the house. Five stood on her right. Y/n saw Lila standing over Allison’s choking body. 

“You looking for us?”

Lila narrowed her eyes, “You little turds.”

Five gripped Y/n’s wrist, and she was gone. Y/n’s feet hit the wood of the house, and she slipped. Five’s grip on her released as she fell to the ground. Y/n’s shoes were slippery from the snow turning into water. She cursed, and Lila didn’t wait. She was already throwing punches. 

Y/n stood up and quickly unlaced her shoes. It took time, but she knew Five could handle his own. She was frantically pulling at the laces until they came undone. Y/n kicked them off her feet and stood steady on the wooden ground. Her socks were dry, and she could no longer slip on the snow. 

She watched Lila punch Five in the jaw. Five twisted and hit her in the left cheek. She saw him hold Lila’s right wrist tightly until she punched him in the stomach. He doubled back. Five went to kick her stomach, but she was gone. Y/n groaned and watched as Five got flipped around. She punched him again in the throat. 

Five gripped her wrist and punched Lila in the stomach before pulling her up. Y/n heard a wisp, and she was gone again. Lila appeared on the counter that Y/n was under, “Careful, now, or you are going to tire yourself out.”

“How are you doing this?”

“Oh, anything that you can do, I can do better.”

Y/n grabbed Lila’s ankle, and she fell from the counter. She smiled as Lila’s ass made contact with the wooden floor. Y/n slipped from beneath the counter and next to Five. She stood up, and he took her hand in his. They were encased in the protective blue electricity. Y/n felt her feet touch the hay-ridden ground. 

She looked around to see the barn again. Hay was everywhere, and Lila appeared in front of them. She had a frying pan in her hand. Five dropped her hand, and he was gone. Y/n sighed as he reappeared behind Lila. Lila threw the frying pan, and it made direct contact with his head. Five collapsed to the ground. 

“Why do you always forget about me?”

Lila whipped around, “I don’t forget. I leave the easiest for last.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Y/n ducked and swiped her legs beneath Lila’s legs. Lila jumped and straddled Y/n’s hips. Y/n flung her upper body up and hit Lila’s nose with her forehead. Lila yelped and fell backward. Y/n stood up and stepped on Lila’s stomach harshly. Lila groaned. She grabbed Y/n’s ankle, and she fell on her ass. Lila stood and placed her foot over Five’s neck. 

Y/n held out her hands, and Five widened his eyes, “Y/n, d- don’t.”

“Are you going to listen?” Lila taunted as Y/n circled her hands out.

Lila chuckled, “You were known for not listening at the Commission. What makes this time so different?”

“Get off him.”

“Oh, love.” Lila cooed, “He deserves this more than anyone.”

“I won’t ask another time.”

Lila looked down at Five, “You see? She must really like you.”

“Eat shit and die.”

“Doesn’t feel so good, does it?”

Y/n watched Five grip her shoe. He made direct eye contact with her, “Don’t do it. We can’t handle her with your power. Let me handle this.”

“I trust you.”

Five gasped, and Lila was pressing harder. His hands gripped beneath her shoe and lifted it. Lila lost balance and fell off him. Y/n put her hands down and sighed. She held a hand out, and Five took it. He brushed himself off before putting his fists up again.

“Come on. What are you waiting for?” Five said, “Let's finish this thing.”

Lila sniffled, “This isn't gonna be quick. You are going to suffer for what you did.”

“Lady, I got no idea what you're talkin' about.”

“Ronnie and Anita Gill.”

Five put down his fists, “Mean nothing to me.”

“1993, East London. You hog-tied them, and you shot them in the head.”

“The flower merchants.” Five’s eyes widened, “They were your parents?”

“And they never did anything to anyone. They didn't deserve to die like that.”

“You're right, all right? I killed them.” Five said, “But I killed a lot of people over the years. It was all just a job. All right? That was never personal.”

Lila laughed, and Y/n tilted her head, “‘Never personal,’ my ass. Yeah, I've killed. It's always, always personal.”

“That's why you're not cut out to be an assassin,” Y/n said. 

She lifted her leg and grabbed a knife from her boot. Y/n stayed in place as she placed the blade against her neck, “Bet your life on that?”

“You wanna blame someone? Blame the Handler, all right? She faked the kill order.”

The knife was cold against Y/n’s throat. Five was looking at her with wild eyes. Lila narrowed her eyes at him, “Bullshit. I saw the kill order. AJ Carmichael ordered it, and you carried it out.”

“Lila, listen to what I'm telling you, all right?” Five pleaded, “The Handler gave me the kill order. She came on the job, which she'd never done before. You're Commission. You know execs never go on jobs, but that day in London, she was there. Ask yourself why.”

“Stop trying to muddy the waters.”

"I never realized what she was up to at the time, but... now it all makes sense.”

Y/n saw Lila’s eyes glass over, “What?”

“She never cared about your parents.” Y/n said, and Lila glared at her, “She was looking for you.”

“You’re lying.”

“I can read minds, Lila.” Y/n replied, “The Handlers smart, but not smarter than me.”

“Why?” She whispered. 

Y/n heard footsteps, “'Cause you're one of us.” 

Lila turned around, and the knife knicked her jaw. Five grabbed her hand and pulled her to his chest. His hands were all over her waist and hips. Y/n brought her hand to the cut in her jaw. It stung as she rubbed her hand against it. Blood was left on her left hand. Five tilted her head up as he knelt to see the cut.

“The Handler stole you, Lila. Just like our asshole father took all of us.”

Y/n turned from Five and saw everyone in the barn. Vanya, Luther, Allison, Klaus, and Diego approached Lila slowly. Lila still held the knife at her waist, “No. It's not the same thing.”

She swallowed thickly. The knife was getting dangerously close to Diego. Someone was taking her right hand, and she looked down to see Five’s hand interwoven with hers. She felt his thumb rubbing over the back of her hand. Her heart was beating. All she saw was Diego getting closer and closer to the knife. Her body was completely numb. 

[waywardfangirl]

I was incredibly fortunate to get to write for the wonderful @fight-surrender in the Carry On Secret Snowflake exchange, and she gave some of the best prompts I've seen. I ended up choosing to write a meet-cute (a meet-ugly, really) that takes place on the beach and centers around Simon's new fixation on the supposed dangers lurking below the waves.

I have to give a giant thank you to @foolofabookwyrm and @caitybuglove23 for being excellent betas, cheerleaders, and for helping me get the fic formatted and posted when my computer stopped working - you guys are the best! 💜💜💜

You can read the fic below, or on AO3!

Simon

 

I've always wanted to go to the beach. Growing up in care, I never had the opportunity to, but now that Penny and I are done with university and enjoying weekends without the threat of homework hanging over our heads, I finally can. Of course, we don't live close to the beach, so our day trip took some planning, but it gave me time to look up all the best places to eat, and it gave Penny time to watch every possible documentary about the ocean. I watched a lot of them with her, and while I know I probably won't see all of the tropical fish that swam across our TV screen, I'm still really excited to see the ocean. 

 

Unfortunately, I also happened to be in the room while Penny watched some show called “Predators from the Deep”, or something along those lines, so my excitement is also tinged with trepidation (or outright fear) of some of the things lurking under the waves.

“Sharks aren’t anything to worry about, Simon! They don’t want to attack you, and the likelihood of even seeing a shark here is extremely low.”

 

“It’s not the sharks I’m worried about, Pen! It’s all of the other stuff, all those little parasites, and the poisonous things, and the spiny ones.” The documentary was filled with shadowy shots of spiked balls and spotted tentacles just waiting to attack some unsuspecting wader.

 

“Don’t eat any of it then,” she replies, hardly even paying attention to me as she smooths out her blanket and sets up the umbrella.

 

“What?”

 

“You said you were worried about the poisonous things, so just don’t eat anything you find in the ocean.”

 

“They can hurt me even if I don’t eat them! What about that one octopus?”

 

“That was venomous, not poisonous, there’s a difference.” She squirts sunscreen into her palms and then slaps them lightly onto my cheeks, not allowing me time to squirm away.

 

“Whatever, venomous then, there are still things to be scared of in there!”

 

Penny ducks under the arm I have flung out to point at the ocean with, and grabs two waters from our cooler.

 

“You’ll be fine Simon, I promise.” She shoves a bottle into my hands. “Rub in your sun cream, and let’s walk by the edge of the water, alright? You’ll like it, we can find shells!” She starts off, picking her way through the sand and looking back only once to make sure that I’m following her.

 

It turns out that the water feels quite nice, even soothing. The sounds of the waves and the feel of cool water splashing my ankles combine to make me feel safe. They make me forget about the horrors lurking off-shore.

Penny has a handful of shells and has started handing me others to put in the pocket of my swim shorts. I’ve found a few shells of my own too, but I stopped paying such close attention to the ground about ten minutes ago, when I noticed a man about our own age playing in the waves with his younger siblings.

 

He has dark hair, originally falling around his face but now wet with seawater and slicked back to emphasize his widow’s peak. He’s still too far away for me to tell what color his eyes are, but as Penny and I walk closer I’m able to make out more of his facial expressions. He seems to be putting on sneers for show and occasionally gives bright smiles for the younger kids swarming him. He’s wearing one of those long-sleeved swim shirts, but it’s clinging tight to his body. He looks like he could be a footballer with all of the muscles I can see, even at this distance.

 

I’ve been trying not to stare too openly at him, but I can’t really help it - there’s just something about him that keeps drawing me in.It’s almost as if I’m under some sort of spell or thrall. Right now though, I’m extremely glad I’ve been so captivated by him, because I seem to be the only person on the beach who realizes the danger we’re all in.

 

Curling around the man’s left ankle are the tentacles of an octopus, surely about to stick its fangs into him and inject him with its venom (or whatever it is octopuses do to kill people).

 

"Octopus!" I yell. I’m at a loss for any other words, but I’m desperately trying to warn Penny as I sprint off to rescue him.

 

"Ooh, where?" She doesn't sound nearly concerned enough for the looming threat of death hanging over us all, but I'll talk to her about taking proper safety precautions later. Right now, I have to go save the life of the prettiest person I've ever seen.

 

"Octopus! Octopus!" I can't seem to make any other phrases come out of my mouth, but eventually the man looks up to see me barreling towards him, flailing my arms and yelling at the top of my lungs. He raises an eyebrow at me, staying far too calm considering the mortal peril he's in, and glances behind him to see who else I could possibly be talking to.

 

Unfortunately, that means he's not paying attention enough to sidestep me when the combination of my momentum and adrenalin send me toppling into him. We both splash down into the small waves lapping at the sand and I scramble to extricate myself from his long limbs as quickly as possible, crawling down to examine his ankles and prepared to risk my own life if I have to pull the octopus off of him.

 

"What are you doing? " His voice is lovely and posh, the vowels round and smooth and expensive.

 

"Saving your life, mate, you're welcome by the way," I grunt as I make another unsuccessful grab for the tentacles.

 

"From what? All you've done so far is endanger me, pushing me down and holding me in the water." He pauses. "If this is your attempt at murder by drowning, I think I pity you. First, you caused a scene by yelling the whole way down the beach before you assaulted me, and now you're not even bothering to hold my head under this truly pathetic amount of water. You're an absolute disaster."

 

"I told you—" (why are these tentacles so hard to grab,) "I'm not trying to kill you, I'm trying to save you."

 

"Save me from what, exactly?"

 

Ha! I've got you now, evil cephalopod!

 

"This!"

 

I hold the octopus up in triumph, feeling the water drip onto my sodden hair.

 

"From… a clump of seaweed?"

 

"What? No. No, it's an octopus."

 

Slowly, I lower the mass in my hand down to eye level, and immediately I feel my cheeks flame in embarrassment.

 

"Oh. Right. Sorry, then."

 

I try to push back from him and stand up, but my hand won't release the seaweed (it really did look like an octopus!). When I try to move a wave hits me, washing the sand out from under my foot and making me flounder for a few moments, only compounding my embarrassment. When I finally look up at the man I accidentally assaulted, he seems entirely unbothered by anything. He's lounging back on his elbows, somehow managing to look down his nose at me even though I'm sitting up fully now, and it's simply unfair how defined his abs are, even under his shirt.

 

"Do you make a habit of doing things like this?"

 

His eyes are too intense for me to look at any longer, they're a grey color that seems to be shifting to reflect the ocean behind me, and I have to busy myself with peeling the green fronds of seaweed away from my fingers.

 

"Like what?"

 

"Attacking strangers or playing the hero, take your pick."

 

"Sorry. I thought it was an octopus and I didn't want you to die," I mumble. This prick should be grateful, where does he get off being so smug anyway?

 

"Why on earth would I have died from an octopus touching me?"

 

"Because they're one of the most deadly creatures on earth!"

 

"What? No they're not. Not the ones around here, anyway. The blue ringed octopus is incredibly deadly, but it lives in the Pacific Ocean."

 

"But, couldn't they-"

 

He levels me with a look that could probably set me on fire.

 

"Mordelia!" One of the children comes running over from where they fled when I tackled their brother. She looks to be about twelve or thirteen, and while she isn't quite as dark and villainous looking as her brother she still has his same air of superiority. "Does this gentleman need to be worried about being attacked, maimed, or killed by any octopuses while swimming today?"

 

This kid - Mordelia, I guess - levels me with the most condescending look I have ever seen, and just scoffs . Actually scoffs at me, like I'm an imbecile. (Although, I still have seaweed stuck to me, so she may be onto something there.)

 

"No. Most accounts of cephalopod attacks can't be proven, and the few that have been entirely substantiated occurred in vastly different habitats or under circumstances that this beach couldn't support."

 

With that, she turns and runs back to the rest of her family, leaving me with only a parting eye roll.

 

"She's going through a marine biology phase."

 

It's the first thing the dark haired man has said to me in a casual manner, and I startle a bit. 

 

"Did you also have a marine biology phase?"

 

I think my question catches him off-guard, and I smirk.

 

"Perhaps," he answers after a beat. "But Mordelia's has been going on for three years now, so we think it may actually stick. Mine dried up after only a few months."

 

He smiles at me for the first time since I knocked him over, and it's almost painful how handsome he is, sprawled out elegantly on the beach like he's in an ad for expensive watches or cologne or something, and I can't believe I tackled him because of some stupid seaweed.

 

"I had a dinosaur phase," I confess, smiling back at him.

 

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" I reach down to help him up, and I'm shocked at how cold his fingers are, and how much I want to warm them up in my own. It's too bad I made such a horrible first impression, I would otherwise be sorely tempted to ask him out on a date. "What's your name, by the way? You've already attacked me, had we been in cars we would have exchanged names and proofs of insurance by now."

 

I’m such a mess. I didn't even think to ask what his name was.

 

"Simon. I'm Simon."

 

I go to shake his hand, and then realize that we're still holding hands, and I feel my cheeks grow redder still.

 

"Hello Simon, I'm Baz. It's nice to meet you, although the next time we meet I sincerely hope you can refrain from throwing yourself quite so bodily at me before we've even said hello."

 

"Yeah, umm, I'm sorry, really, I-" My brain catches up with my mouth. "Wait, did you say next time? "

 

His mouth curls up into a grin, and he gives my hand a squeeze as I try to figure out how I messed up so badly and things still worked out so well.

 

"Of course. For our first date, perhaps we can go to the aquarium and you can see what an octopus really looks like."

[khoicesbyk]

A/N: I'm officially obsessed with Wolf Bride and what does one do when she's obsessed with a certain book? She writes an AU about it! 😁 So, Talley Ho! *in my Sherlock Holmes voice*

Rated: Mature. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: Roman (LI) and Naia Evans (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and certain original characters, created by me) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 3,680 words. (more or less. I stop counting after editing and re-editing. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

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Song And Story Inspiration: In The Still Of The Nite-Boyz II Men | Give Me One Reason-Tracy Chapman | Nobody’s Supposed To Be Here-Deborah Cox

Tag List: @shewillreadyou @choiceslady @queenjilian @bebepac @txemrn @texaskitten30 @glaimtruelovealways @hopefulmoonobject @lucy-268 @pixie88 @otherworldlypresents  @choicesficwriterscreations

TW: kidnapping. Read at your own discretion.

Chapter 5.) In The Still Of The Night.

In the still of the night.

I held you.

Held you tight.

'Cause I love.

Love you so.

Promise I'll never.

Let you go.

In the still of the night.

As she slept peacefully in her new bed, Naia dreamed that she was running through the forest. She felt strong. She felt invincible. She could feel the wind on her face as she ran. It was exhilarating. She felt free. When she came out of the woods, she was a wolf. And when she looked up, she saw him. It was the wolf she had seen in her dreams before. It was him. When he howled she did the same.

That’s when she woke up. She sat up in bed, panting with her heart thundering in her chest. She looked around her room in order to get her bearings. That’s when something compelled her to look out her bedroom window. And when she looked out the window she saw a wolf staring up at her. When she shook her head, the wolf was gone. The image of the wolf was still in her head when she went back to sleep.

After waking up later that morning and taking a good hot shower, Naia couldn’t get Roman out of her head. She wanted to feel his arms wrapped her again. He was seductive and mysterious and she wanted more. She could still feel his warm breath on her neck and the closeness of his body to hers. She thought it was insane but never actually questioned why she thought that way.

When she went to the kitchen for breakfast, she noticed a note on the counter. It was from her uncle.

“Good morning. Gone fishing. Be back later. Help yourself to whatever is in the fridge. Uncle Z.”

When she opened the fridge, she grimaced because there wasn’t much in there to begin with. When her stomach rumbled she knew she had to change that.

“Okay well since a home cooked breakfast is out of the question. I think I’ll try the breakfast place I saw when I drove into town. Also I’ll do some grocery shopping while I’m at it. Because this right here ain’t hitting on nothing.” She thought to herself.

With keys and wallet in hand Naia set off for town. After shopping at Banner’s Family Market, she was just about starved and stopped by Tucker’s diner.

After getting a table she sat down and looked over the menu. As she looked over the menu, someone was watching her. Or so it looked that way.

I remember.

That night in May.

The stars were bright above.

I'll hope and I'll pray.

To keep.

Your precious love.

At another table, Trent was eating breakfast with a few members of his team when Naia walked in. He felt a pull towards where she was sitting.

“Yo T! What is it?” Jenkins, one of his team members asked.

“I don’t know. Something weird just happened. Like she just walked in.” He replies shaking his head.

“Man! Please tell me that you’re not talking about that so-called dream girl again!” Sergei said to him.

“If you must know, yes I am.”

His crew collectively groaned.

“Dude it’s been almost a whole 2 months! Let it go already!” Hugo told him.

“As I’ve told you idiots before: I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t? Which one is it T?” Jenkins asked him.

Trent never answered. He just sipped his coffee. Even though he’s blind he could feel her presence. After going over the menu for a solid 20 minutes, Naia decided on the Lobster Eggs Benedict and a sweet tea. Just as she was about to put her order in, Layla walked in.

“Layla! Over here!” She called out to her new friend.

Trent nearly dropped his cup of coffee. Hearing her voice in real time both scared and excited him.

“You almost dropped your cup. You okay man?” Jenkins asked him.

“Huh? Yeah! I’m…I’m good.” Trent replied, while trying to hide the crack in his voice. With his hearing being better than most, he tuned into her conversation

“Hey! What are you doing here?” Layla asked Naia as she sat down across from her.

“Since my uncle has gone fishing, I decided to do some grocery shopping and I was starving so here I am. What are you and the little one up to?” Naia replies.

“The same thing as you. Have you ordered yet?” Layla asks.

“Just about to. What about you?” Naia replies.

“Oh girl! They already know what I want. A pitcher each of cranberry juice and ice water, their triple berry cheesecake parfait, double blueberry pancakes and a ham, spinach and swiss omelette.” Layla replied.

Naia’s eyes went wide.

“You’re actually gonna eat all of that?!” She asked.

“I mean…I am eating for two, ya know?” Layla replied, rubbing her belly. The two shared a laugh as they continued their conversation.

Trent turned his attention back to his team just as the twins came strolling in. His boss Bernard Sayre is a blowhard who only cares about 3 things. Making money, being powerfully unstoppable and his twins Dylan and Tyler. The twin terrors as they’re known around town, just love getting their way no matter what they do or say. And although it annoyed Trent, he was powerless to stop them.

“Heyyyyy boys!” Dylan called out to Trent and his team. Her voice sounded like banshee screech.

“And here comes daddy’s two brats…” Jenkins groaned as the twins approached.

“So what are you guys up to?” Tyler asked.

“We’re eating. Why?” Trent asks.

“Because we were hoping that you’d join us at Buck’s for the Friday night sing a long and pool.” Tyler replies.

“You’d have to ask Layla if we’re allowed back in. Especially after what happened the last time.”

The twins groaned.

“Well she’s sitting at a table with some girl. So I guess it’s worth a shot.” Dylan said with a sigh.

Naia watched in amusement and shock, as she watched Layla polish off everything she ordered with ease.

“I can not believe that you ate EVERYTHING!”

“Told you!” Layla replied as she swiped her finger on the inside of her parfait cup.

“Uhhhhh Layla…”

“Huh?” She asked.

“It’s all gone! Put the cup down!” Naia replies.

The two laughed as the twins approached.

“Hiiiiiiiiiii Layla!” They say in unison causing Layla to groan.

“Ohhh and hi Layla’s friend!”

“What do you two want?” She asked the twins.

“Weeeeeellllllllllll…we were hoping you’d let us have Friday sing a long and pool.” Tyler said in a cloyingly sweet voice.

“After the shit you pulled the last time? NO!” Layla hissed at them.

“Come on Layla! Our dad paid for the damage!” Tyler whined.

“Yeah he did…after I threatened to sue his sorry ass!”

“Please!” The twins begged.

Layla rolled her eyes then replied, “fine! You can come tonight.”

“Thank you!” The twins squealed.

“Whatever. Go away!”

“You don’t have to be rude!” Dylan said.

“Which would you rather: me be rude or me ban you two from ever stepping foot into MY bar?” She asked them.

The twins stood stuck.

“I thought so. Now again: go away!”

The twins turned on their heels and stomped away. When they were far enough away for her pleasure, Layla turned her attention back to Naia.

“Sorry about that.”

“Who are they?” Naia asks.

“Tyler and Dylan Sayre. Their dad Bernard owns Sayre Energy and Power. They’re a public nuisance.” Layla replies.

“They look harmless to me.”

“That’s because you haven’t been around them when they’re drunk.”

“Touché.”

“I guess since they’re having Friday sing a long and pool, you should come too.”

“Me?” Naia asks.

“Yes you! It’ll be fun as long as those two aren’t drinking.” Layla replies.

“I don’t know about all of that.”

“Also there’s normally a $1,000.00 cash prize for first place.”

“Why didn't you lead with that?!” Naia asks.

“Because Dylan normally wins because no one wants to challenge her.” Layla replies.

“Well as someone who’s still paying off student loans: Count me in!”

So before the light.

Hold me again.

With all of your might.

In the still of the night.

So before the light.

Hold me again.

With all of your might.

In the still…of the night.

That night at Buck’s the party was in full swing. People were dancing, drinking, playing pool and mingling amongst themselves. Naia stuck close to the bar and Layla as they watched the crowd. And like clockwork, Dylan was drunk and ready to sing her heart out.

“Alright you party animals! Let’s get this sing a long on the road! Now all of you know the rules. First place gets $1,000.00! And since that first place is always me I have nothing to worry about! So hit the music!”

“Ohhh God…” Layla groaned.

“What?!” Naia asks.

“Little Miss Banshee is about to assault our ears and sing Deborah Cox Nobody’s Supposed To Be Here.” Layla replies.

“It can’t be THAT bad, Layla.”

“Wanna bet?” She asks just as Dylan grabbed a mic.

After clearing her throat, Dylan began to sing. Sorta.

How did you get here?

Nobody's supposed to be here.

I tried that love thing for the last time.

My heart says "No, no." Nobody's supposed to be here.

But you came along and changed my mind.

I've spent all my life on a search to find. The love who'll stay for eternity. The heaven sent to fulfill my needs. But when I turn around, again, love has knocked me down. My heart got broken, oh it hurts so bad. I'm sad to say love wins again.

So I placed my heart under lock and key. To take some time to take care of me. But I turn around and you're standing here.

How did you get here? Nobody's supposed to be here.

I tried that love thing for the last time.

My heart says "No, no." Nobody's supposed to be here.

But you came along and changed my mind.

This time I swear I'm through. But, if only you knew how many times I've said those words. Then fall again, when will I ever learn? Knowing these tears I cry, this lovely black butterfly. Must take a chance, and spread my wings. Love can make you do some crazy things.

So I placed my heart under lock and key. To take some time to take care of me. But I turn around and you're standing here.

Standing here…

When Dylan got to the bridge, Naia thought her ears would bleed out.

No, nobody, no, no, no, no, no, no, ooh!

No, no, nooooooooo...

How did you get here? Nobody's supposed to be here I tried that love thing for the last time.

My heart says "No, no." Nobody's supposed to be here.

But you came along and changed my mind.

How did you get here? Nobody's supposed to be here.

I tried that love thing for the last time.

My heart says "No, no." Nobody's supposed to be here.

But you came along and changed my mind.

When she was done, Naia was ready to run out the door screaming.

“Ohhhhhh myyyyyyyyy God! That was fucking horrible!”

“Told you.” Layla deadpanned.

“She has to be stopped! What other songs are on that karaoke machine?” Naia asks.

“Hundreds! So if you’re gonna sing, pick one and make it good! That way ears will stop ringing.” Layla replies.

Naia left her seat at the bar and walked over to where the karaoke machine was and went through the list of songs. Doing so, caught the ire of a very drunk Dylan.

“Ummmmmm what do you think you’re doing?!” She asks.

“Picking a song obviously.” She replies over her shoulder.

Dylan huffed.

“You actually think you can beat my melodious voice?” She asks.

“A dead horse can beat your voice. And just like that I found my song.” Naia replies.

“Good luck beating me!” Dylan sneered.

“Watch and learn young grasshopper.”

Naia took the mic and began to sing Give Me One Reason by Tracy Chapman.

Give me one reason to stay here. And I'll turn right back around. Give me one reason to stay here. And I'll turn right back around. Said I don't want to leave you lonely. You got to make me change my mind.

Baby I got your number. Oh and I know that you got mine. You know that I called you. I called you many times. You can call me baby. You can call me anytime, you got to call me.

Give me one reason to stay here. And I'll turn right back around. (You can see me turnin') Give me one reason to stay here. And I'll turn right back around. (You can see me turnin') Said I don't want to leave you lonely. You got to make me change my mind.

I don't want no one to squeeze me. They might take away my life. I don't want no one to squeeze me. They might take away my life. I just want someone to hold me. Oh and rock me through the night.

People started to gather around Naia as she sang. When she looked towards the bar, she winked at Layla. Layla mouthed the words “next drink is on the house.”

This youthful heart can love you. Yes and give you what you need. I said this youthful heart can love you. Oh and give you what you need. But I'm too old to go chasin' you around. Wastin' my precious energy.

Give me one reason to stay here. Yes and I'll turn right back around. (You can see me turnin') Give me one reason to stay here. Oh I'll turn right back around. (You can see me turnin') Said I don't want to leave you lonely. You got to make me change my mind.

Baby just give me one reason. Oh give me just one reason why. Baby just give me one reason. Oh give me just one reason why I should stay. Said I told you that I loved you. And there ain't no more to say.

When she finished the applause was thunderous. She had everyone on their feet. When she looked out on the crowd, she saw a visibly angry Dylan. Naia smirked and winked at her, which further infuriated her.

When Naia walked back to the bar, she got the feeling someone was watching her but she didn’t know who that someone was.

“Soooooo…how was that?” Naia asked Layla as she reached the bar.

“AMAZING! Now if you can beat her brother at pool, the bar is on the house.” Layla replied.

“Sold!”

“Well get to it girlie! Because you’ve been eyeing that bottle of tequila over my shoulder since you got here.”

Naia snickered then took off towards the crowd gathered around Tyler. As she went to WB w the crowd was she got the same feeling that she was being watched. And she was indeed being watched. Trent was tuned into her movements even through his blindness.

“Well this looks like fun!” Naia says as she reaches the pool table.

“Go away! Nobody wants you here!” Dylan hissed.

“What’s the matter princess? Scared I’ll beat your brother like I beat you?” Naia teased.

“You can’t beat me!” Tyler huffed.

“Wanna bet?” She asked him.

“Sure. How much are you willing to lose?”

“Since I beat your sister:  $1,000.00.” She replies. She didn’t think he’d take her seriously.

“You’re on! Best 2 out of 3?” He asks.

“Then you’ve got yourself a game.” She replies.

Once the balls were lined up and it was up to her to break. She got stripes while he got solid.

“Let’s go!” She tells him.

The two were evenly matched with the first game going to her and the second going to him. And it all came down to the last game. Naia had an impossible split. Or so that’s what Tyler and the crowd that was gathered around them thought.

“I’ll make you a deal new girl. If you bank this shot, I’ll up the bet from $1,000.00 to $3,000.00.” He said to her.

“Deal!” Naia replies.

Naia tucked a hair that out of place behind her ear, lined up her shot and sank both balls. Beating a very stunned Tyler.

“TAKE! THAT!” She squealed.

“But! But! I…we…” Tyler stammers as he goes pale.

“You lost just like your sister? Yeah I know. Now pay up!” She told him.

That’s when Dylan jumped into Naia’s face.

“You cheated!” She screeched.

“No, your brother ran his mouth and lost. And now he has to pay up. So give me my money!” Naia yelled back.

When Dylan reared back to slap Naia, Trent caught her hand.

“Hey! Let go T!” Dylan yelled.

“We’re not doing this again. Now Tyler pay the lady her money. You know you have it.” Trent said in a stern voice.

There was something about him that caught Naia’s eye.

“My dad will kill me if I pay her!” Tyler whined.

The twins looked at Trent with puppy dog eyes. But he didn’t budge.

“You’re no fun, T!” Tyler whined.

“Don’t care. Now pay her!”

Tyler groaned as he pulled money out of his pocket then handed it to Trent.

“Here!” Tyler pouted.

Trent took the money and handed it to Naia. When their hands touched, it set off a spark inside her. The same kind of spark she felt with Roman.

“Sorry about those two. They don’t know how to lose gracefully.” He said to her.

“Don’t worry about it. Thanks for getting my money.” She replied.

Trent turned to the twins then said, “beat it you two! We don’t need anymore trouble.”

The crowd dispersed after the twins huffed then walked out. And Naia found herself back at the bar gushing with Layla.

“Ohhhhhh myyyyyyyyy God! Look at this! I just won $3,000.00!”

“I can't believe you did that! No one has ever beaten the twins. Their dad will be so pissed that they lost that kind of money.”

“In the words of T.I. ‘it ain’t tricking if you got it!’”

They two laughed.

“Okay but in all seriousness, thank you! It’s about time that someone brought those two out of the clouds. So here’s your brand new shiny bottle of tequila!” Layla said as she gave Naia the bottle.

“Thank youuuuuu!” Naia squealed.

Just then Trent called out.

“Layla! Another round?”

Layla groaned and rolled her eyes.

“Who is that?” Naia asked.

“That’s Trent. He works for the twins dad.” Layla replied.

“Is he their bodyguard or something?” Naia asked.

“No but he’s always around when those two cause trouble. Let me go fill their orders.” Layla replies.

“Okay. I’ll be here with my brand new bottle.”

Layla shook her head and headed off towards Trent and his crew. Naia couldn’t help but look the same way. Her eyes instantly went to Trent. He was beautiful and there was something about him that stuck with her.

He enchanted her and what she didn’t know was she did the same for him. After the bar closed, Naia began walking back to her uncle’s house. She got halfway down the street when Trent caught up with her.

“Hey!” He said to her.

“Hi! How are you?” She replied.

“I’m good. You must be new in town. I’m Trent.”

“I know. Layla told me your name. I’m Naia.”

“It’s nice to meet you Naia.”

“Likewise. It’s nice to meet another friendly face outside of Layla and my uncle.“

“It’s dark out here. Mind if I walk you home?” He asked.

“Sure. Especially when I’m not sure which way to go.” She replied.

“Where does your uncle live?” He asked.

“Just outside of town. His house backs up to the woods.” She replied.

Even though it was nighttime, he flashed a smile at her that made her heart leap. As they walked they talked about what their lives were like growing up, what college life was like and past loves. She had just met him but she felt she knew him her whole life. When they got to her uncle’s front door, they weren’t ready to say goodbye.

“So this is me…”

“So it would seem. Thank you for letting me walk you home.”

“No thank you. Because I probably would’ve gotten lost and would’ve wandered around the woods for days.”

“I think you would’ve found your way home.”

There was a magnetic pull between them that neither could deny. Before either knew what they were doing, they kissed. It was a slow, sensual and deep  kiss. And when it ended both were desperate for more.

“Wow!”

“What you said.”

“I better get inside.”

“Will I see you again?” He asked.

“Of course. I’ll be here for a while.” She replies.

“Good. Have a good night Naia.”

“Goodnight Trent.”

When she went inside her heart was racing. And she wanted more. She wanted him. This was the exact same way she felt when she kissed Roman.

The next morning after showering, she was in the kitchen fixing herself breakfast. 

Her uncle still hadn’t returned from fishing. She had just sat down to eat her breakfast when the front door swung open. It was a man and a woman. They were two of the people she’d seen with Roman.

“Come! The ceremony awaits you!” He commanded.

“1.) no. 2.) WHAT THE HELL?!” Naia replies.

“We’re wasting time! Come now!” The woman demanded.

“What the hell? Get out!” Naia screamed.

When the woman went to grab Naia, she danced out the way. That’s when the man grabbed Naia and threw her over his shoulder. He dragged her out of the house, with her kicking and screaming.

“Let me go!” She screamed.

She struggled to get free but he was way too strong. She was thrown in the back of a van and a hood was placed over her head. Naia had no idea where they were taking her. And she was terrified of finding out.

[doc-pickles]

fanfic master post

A handy dandy guide to all of my Jolex fics. 

(EDIT: This list is definitely not comprehensive as I know I haven't put every single fic onto it. To see all of my Jolex writing, go through this tag on my page)

MULTI CHAPTER FICS

it’s nothing funny just to talk (complete)

“Well, I will call you darlin' and everything will be okay

'Cause I know that I am yours and you are mine

Doesn't matter anyway,

In the night we’ll take a walk,

It’s nothing funny just to talk”

- PUBLIC feat. Misterwives, ‘Make You Mine’

The fic that started it all! What happens when you text that random number graffitied on a bathroom stall in your favorite bar? Jo Wilson is about to find out.

part one

part two

part three

part four

epilogue

little pieces of you (ongoing)

“You've been my lover, my cornerstone,

You're the best friend that I've ever known,

This wind keeps me sailing home”

- Ben Hartley, ‘Pieces of You’

Set in the ‘it’s nothing funny just to talk’ universe, a series of one shots that take a look at Alex and Jo after they finally meet up. This list will be in chronological order not posting order to make it easier for you to read in order!!

alex & jo after the wedding

jolex after the hospital shooting

alex & jo take care of amelink’s baby

alex asks jo to move in

jo gets sick

jo tells alex she’s pregnant

jo tries to leave

alex brings jo home

alex treats paul at grey sloan

alex proposes to jo

jo is involved in a shooting

alex is hurt at work

jo gives birth to annie

alex goes back to work

I won’t hesitate (for you) (complete)

“Pull me close and I'll hold you tight

Don't be scared 'cause I'm on your side

Know there's nothing I wouldn't do for you”

- Jonas Brothers, ‘Hesitate’

Jo is happy, at least she feels like she is. When someone from her past shows up, will her and her daughter's world ever go back to normal? Or will things change for good?

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter ten

chapter eleven

i’ll be home for christmas

Set during Hesitate (between chapter ten and eleven) Alex, Jo, and Harper go to visit Helen for Christmas. read it here!

trick or treat (and two little feet)

Set in the Hesitate universe, Jo has some exciting (if not unexpected) news to tell Alex as they get their girls ready to trick or treat. read it here!

dear alex/dear jo (complete)

“If we come back and we're broken

Unworthy and ashamed

Give us something to believe in

And you know we'll go your way.”

- Mumford and Sons, Guiding Light

When your husband sends you a letter telling you he's left you to move halfway across the country and raise kids he didn't know he has, you don't respond. Right? Because only a crazy person would write a letter in response to divorce papers and 'I'm not coming home'.

A series of letter between Jo and Alex after she responds to his infamous letter. Written by myself and @odd-birds-and-booksellers​

read the whole collection on AO3

won’t let no one break your heart (on hiatus)

“Oh, darlin', don't you ever grow up

It could stay this simple

I won't let nobody hurt you

Won't let no one break your heart

And no one will desert you

Just try to never grow up.”

- Taylor Swift, ‘Never Grow Up’

A case comes into Grey Sloan that rocks the Karevs world in more ways than one. Can Alex and Jo navigate the challenges and bad memories that come with it?

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

the one where they met in med school (in progress)

What would’ve happened if Jo and Alex had met while in med school? A super duper AU series for @thejolexgroupchat​ that I’ve been writing with @iamtrebleclefstories​ and Nat! Here’s a link to the entire series!

ONE SHOTS

in canon

the one with the midnight pizza

A cute, fluffy one shot with a lil dash of smuttiness in there set right after Jo and Alex steal the hotel room in Season 9. Written with @iamtrebleclefstories​ and @choosingmywife​ for @thejolexgroupchat​ Read it here!

maybe i don’t quite know what to say

Set in Season 13, Alex discovers Jo is pregnant as he faces a prison term. Angst with a happy ending. TW: mention of abortion read it here!

the one where jo’s in denial

Set early Season 13 in which Jo is absolutely avoiding the fact that she’s pregnant. With a little nudge from Bailey and Arizona, things begin to get a little clearer for Jo. Written with @iamtrebleclefstories​ for @thejolexgroupchat​ Read it here!

things just happened (and so did you)

A two shot rewrite of 14x08 and 14x09 exploring what would have happened between Jo and Alex if she had been pregnant when Paul showed up.

part one

part two

untitled wedding day fluff

Jo finds out she’s pregnant when her wedding dress won’t zip up. Takes place in 14x24. read it here!

grow as we go

Set early season 15 during the time that Jo is in Boston and Alex is chief. Pure fluff and happiness! Read it here!

‘you know your wife is pregnant, right?’

Set during Helen’s visit in season 15, Alex gets some big news from an unexpected source. read it here!

the one with the juice box

A fun and fluffy fic set in Season 15 that I wrote with @iamtrebleclefstories​ for @thejolexgroupchat​ using the prompt “So stick that in your juice box and suck it!” Read it here!

unmade plans

A short one shot in which Jo suffers through a miscarriage. Takes place *somewhere* in S15/16 canon. read it here!

all jokes aside

A fluffy post Halloween wedding fic. read it here!

oh baby

Jo is sick and Alex has found the reason why. Or so he thinks.... A fluffy one shot of Jo and Alex with some Amelink thrown in for good measure. Set in future, not *technically* canon but I can dream. Read it here!

the one with drunk jo

Jo and Alex attend his sister’s wedding and things get a little out of hand. Fluff and Jolex adorableness, along with a drunk!Jo makes for lots of fun. Written with @odd-birds-and-booksellers​ and @iamtrebleclefstories​ for @thejolexgroupchat​ which you can read it here!

never thought i’d see it break

A look at Jo’s life on the Halloweens after Alex’s letters. Angsty and not Jolex friendly... but good writing nonetheless. read it here!

i saw mommy kissin’ santa claus

Alex dresses up as Santa for the Peds Christmas party at Jo’s insistence. Pure fluff. read it here!

that was our place, I found it first

In which Alex and Jo both struggle with their new realities and that overwhelming sense of deja vu. Takes place post 16x16. read it here!

AU

love in bloom

AU stand-alone piece. Whenever you’re injured, flowers bloom on your soulmate in the same spot. That can only mean a world of pain for Alex and Jo. read it here!

squeeze cheese, pandemics, & you

I was bullied into writing a Jolex pandemic fic, but it ended up turning out pretty good. So uhhh here it is, it’s pretty fluffy and really hilarious so enjoy! read it here!

the phone call

A one shot of Meredith’s call to Alex in the ‘squeeze, pandemics, & you’ universe’ read it here!

the college jolex au that literally no one asked for

Wrote up this fluffy and hilarious little AU of Jo and Alex meeting in college. There’s fire alarm, frat parties, and a chemistry class. read it here!

the storm & the wind

Brooke is running and Alex happens to meet her along her journey. Their brief encounter might just change everything for her. read it here!

fix it

let me take your hand i’ll make it right (swear to love you all my life)

Fix it fic, post 16x16. Alex comes back to Seattle months after he writes Jo his final goodbye. read it here!

mosaic broken hearts

Pre 16x16. A fix it fic in which Alex comes home and Jo is reminded that sometimes we carry scars on the inside too. read it here!

we’ll go your way

Pre 16x16. In which Alex returns from Iowa to a surprising sight. read it here!

the worth while fight

Post 16x16 in which Jo shows up in Kansas to see Alex again. A celebration fic for hitting 500 followers!! read it here!

‘twas the night before christmas

A fluffy Christmas sequel to ‘the worth while fight’ featuring Jo, Alex, and their kiddos on Christmas Eve! read it here!

make my wish come true

Alex isn’t going to make it home for Christmas... Post 16x16 Christmas fluff! read it here!

right where you left me

Takes place in a season 17 AU where Jo was pregnant when Alex left.

part one

part two

break & burn & end

Post 16x16, Jo calls Alex to share some important news with him. read it here!

don’t wanna lose this with you

Post 16x16. Alex ends up in San Francisco but he’s not as alone as he thinks he is. read it here!

half a heart (without you)

Jo receives some unexpected news and the only person she can think to turn to is her ex husband. read it here!

you’re the one that I want (at the end of the day)

sequel to half a heart (without you). Jo endures the longest day ever, because nothing can ever be simple for her and Alex can it? read it here!

Smutty One Shots

oops.... everything in this section has adult content. read at your own advisement :)

don’t wanna keep you up

After a long day all Jo is craving is a hot shower and maybe a little relief from her husband. Just.... shameless smutty smut. read it here!

all i want is you

Jo is pregnant and frustrated, Alex is there to help. read it here!

i put a spell on you (because you’re mine)

AU stand-alone piece. When you and your soulmate touch for the first time, you’re overwhelmed with the urge to consummate your relationship. This makes for an interesting Halloween for Alex and Jo. read it here!

lovin’ me, touchin’ me

Set early season 13, Jo comes to get some much needed closure with Alex before his trial. read it here!

Taylor Swift x Jolex Week

My masterpost of all of my fics from TSxJolex Week 2020! Also includes the master posts for each day that include other authors work. Find it here!!

Jolex Playlist

I also created a Jolex playlist that lives right here and is always open for suggestions on new songs!

I’m also on AO3 if you want to look at my work for other fandoms, but I post here more than anything as of late!

Requests? Check out my prompt list!

[cuwdly]

Comic that I had never ended cuz I’m lazy 😔👏 (Cursed AU)

(Remember that English is not my mother language so, you’ll probably find a lot of errors)

This was a comic were Adrien finds out about Chat Blanc incident, this destroys him because he is aware of how dangerous he can be for the world, for Marinette.

Back at home, she tries to get closer to him, but Adrien begins to distance himself, he is afraid of hurting her, of getting out of control and partly angry with her for hiding something so important from him.

She admits that she never told him because she was sure he would react in that way.

They shout, fight, and throw things at each other. It all comes to a head when Adrien yells at her that it was all his fault, that he should have stayed with Luka and he with Kagami. Marinette is stunned and runs to lock herself in the room. Adrien reconsiders and tries to enter but she stops him.

Adrien leaves and does not return until night.

Enters through the window on his superhero suit and sees her sleeping, the traces of tears still on her cheeks.

He leans over and shakes it to wake her up. Marinette opens her eyes and sees Chat Noir in front of her with a gigantic bouquet of roses "like in the old days," he whispers, laughing softly.

The woman accepts the bouquet of roses only to throw it on the ground.

"Why don't you give them to Kagami?" she says, poisonous.

"Are you Jealous?" She didn’t respond, flip over the bed and close her eyes again. "You didn't get it"

"Get what? that you regret every single year of relationship with me? that you would wish turn back the time and never finding out who I am? Good news, you can do it right now if you want, just tell Bunnix and she will take care of it. ” The tears starts to fall again and Marinette did what she could to not sob that hard.

“I never meant that we would be better separated, my life is simple perfect with you, princess, but I was scared” his voice stops for a second just to become a little bit shaky “So fucking scared by the moment I saw me there . " Another pause, this time Longer. "... Because by the moment that you gave me the entrance to your life, I always knew that if I lost you, I’ll become crazy and today I confirmed it. I was scared because if you left me, I'll practically destroy the whole world, and you are in my whole world Marinette, god, you are my entire world. and ... and I don't want to hurt you. not you, not us. "

She keeps her silence, stop breathing, just hearing her heart goes on synchrony with his. And today I did it. “Today I hurt you and I'm so sorry, I can't hate myself more than now and I understand if you want to ... "she didn't let him finish whatever he was about to sad. Instead, she finally looks at him.

He was crying, maybe worse than her. She takes his hand and pulls him over to the bed. "Is not your fault" whispers, and their lips met. "I'm sorry for this. She says once they separate ”I was so scared about you hating yourself because is not your fault, I promise you that it wasn't your fault ”Adrien nods and keep her in his arms, letting the tears falls on her hair as he brush it.

"neither is yours" he whispers "but then whose fault is it?"

"Love" She sobs on his chest.

“Of course” he laugh between tears “love”.

"I'm not gonna left you, never" she says as their eyes met. "So please, don't freak out about how hard your feelings are, cause I promise you that mine are the same, Adrien." one of her hands touches his cheek and clean the tears, softly touch, full of love. “You are not alone, you will never be alone again, even if I am not here, I promise you” her hand take place on her belly, Adrien didn't notice it, he is still sobbing and the tears don’t seem to stop but this time she knew it wasn't for the same as one minute ago. she lays on bed with him hiding on her neck, whispering between sobs the most beautiful words.

She brush his hair, Marinette knows he loves it. “I will take care of you and never let you get crazy, so don't worry" she kiss his forehead and then his cheeks, ended by a last one on the lips.

"I want to marry you so hard" he said and she open her big blue eyes with a gasp.

"I'll do it ..." Finally whispers.

"que?! Chat noir takes sit on the bed, a big smile around his face. "Really ?! b-but I don't have a ring, I ...” he looks at his hand for a moment and without hesitation takes his miraculous off. Plagg runs and Adrien didn’t waste time on out the ring in her finger. "Cool, now we just gotta go to the church tomorrow and-"

“Adrien” She gets his attention with a funny tone on her voice, “you gotta finished your physics major first, remember?”

“But you said-"

“know what I said, but for a wedding we need a lot more than a ring and a church"

“All I need for a weeding is you” Marinette laugh, her chicks are on that red tone that Adrien loves.

“I’m for real” She takes a breath and lays at her side again.

"Ok, you won." she bites her lips, trying to not laugh. "But once I get my major, I'll take you to the altar at the same second" she hugs him.

“I know you will” Whispers on his ear, feeling the bubbles on her belly, the butterflies flying along her body. "I know you will"

And he did it. The same week he graduated from college, same week that Emma turned one year old. he can’t be more happy by that time, he never was that happy on his entire life and he will never would be that happy again.

Ten months on the paradise wasn't enough, He wanted more, more months, more years, more lives. God, he hope he has more lives cause in this moment, the one that belongs to the love of his life is running off her body, too quick, too sudden.

He hears her last love words, but he is not really listen, Adrien is too busy screaming for help of someone, something, maybe a god, a god that forgot about him, about how much he suffering on his entire life, putting more and more water to the tears fountain that he thought it was dry, just to watch how the drops falls on the sea of ​​blood. "Please ... please don't leave me." his voice is destroyed, he is destroyed and it was the worst feeling to assimilate. "Please ..." He repeats. "You promised". Marinette smiles sadly, and leaves the softest touch on his cheeck. The same love, but with a plead of sorry.

One last breath and her hand falls. fast as the shiny blue of her eyes turned dark. And then everything is red. Her Blood. Her suit. The color he misses on her cheeks. Red, only red and he hates it. “Marinette ...” he whispers softly, praying for a signal, a heartbeat than wasn't his own. “Marinette ...” He wants to scream but he can't, is drowning on that reality and almost can't’t breath. "Marine ..."

"DAD!” his eyes opens with a deep gasp. he sits on bed the faster he can, looking at the room, at his side and when he finds it empty, he understands immediately why the world was so blurry. "Dad ..." Again the Same word, this time on a whisper and he turns on that direction. "Y-you were crying again ..." Emma said, holding his forearm with so much strong that her little fingers left fleeting marks.

by that moment Adrien finds the same tears on his daughter eyes. "You are crying too" she nods. "What happened, Em?"

"I was scared" she said, sobbing as she climbs on the bed. "I-I thought there was a ghost on my window"

Adrien breath and hugs her tight to his body. "It is just your imagination"

"No it wasn't" she grins "Can I sleep here tonight?"

He don’t want to fight, Emma is stubborn as her mother so he nods.

"What about you?" She asked. "Why were you crying?"

"I had a dream" Adrien said and cover his daughter with the bedsheets.

"A bad dream?" He denies

"Just a dream"

So why were you crying silly? "

He opened his mouth but the words died on his Throat. "Emma can I ask you something?" She nods, putting her attention on her father. "Don't let papa get crazy"

The little girl laugh as the kid she is. "Trust me, dad." She finally says. "But you have to sing for me tonight.”

“'A kitty on a roof ...” He starts as Emma slowly close her green eyes, lost on the soft voice of her father.

"All alone without his lady ..." A shadow whispers, perfectly hidden on the balcony of the room. She is crying too, but no because she saw a ghost, because on the eyes of everybody, she was the ghost.

End. (For now)

... It is supposed that there were only two paragraphs to tell you a VERY short summary of the story, guesss inspiration is heavy today.

Anyway, I wrote this so fast, so probably you’ll find a lot of errors :3 still hope you liked.

[xxdanganronpa-stuffsxx]

DR3 boys react to an S/O being accused of murder in the killing game

For some reason Tumblr won’t let me respond to this one directly so I’m making a completely separate post so I hope whoever requested it sees it! Anyway this is super angsty and I hope y’all like it! sorry it took so long for me to get out bit this past weekend was pretty busy and this was a bit of a long one.

-mod korekiyo 

Shuichi Saihara

He’s confused

How could everyone be so blind

You are so sweet and kind, you could never kill someone!

You were terrified

You were pale and sweating

You gripped tightly to you podium

Everyone was yelling back and forth about how it had to be you

You had such a solid alibi but no one would believe you

You looked to Shuichi for help

He had been rather calm during the whole trial but the helpless look on your face broke him

“Alright listen up! S/o can’t be the murder! And I have solid evidence to proof it!”

Everyone went silent

No one had ever seen Shuichi so angry

“Listen, S/O was with me when ryoma was killed, and even monokuma can back up that fact, but that’s not all!”

You let out a sigh of relief

“Even if they would have snuck out and killed him, then himiko would have definitely seen them, which she said she didn’t”

Himiko nodded in agreement

You gave Shuichi a smile and thanked him

After the trial you were shaken up as always, everyone was

You hugged him tightly and buried you head in his neck

He rubbed your back mumbled small “I love you’s” into your ear

He was so scared that he would lose you

He was scared that he would lose everyone

Gonta Gokuhara

This boy was TERRIFIED

He can lose his S/O!

“S/O WOULD NEVER KILL!”

Everyone looked at him with pity

The poor man was a wreck

He tried making arguments but they all came out as incoherent sobs

You took a deep breath and tried to defend yourself

Normally no one would believe you, but they wanted to give Gonta some hope

That’s when the realized that the case didn’t actually make any sense if you were the killer

Gonta was so relieved

After the trial he picked you up of the ground and held you tightly

“S/O GONTA WAS SO SCARED!”

It took a lot of cuddles to calm him down

Ryoma hoshi

When your name was mentioned, he smiled

This is his sick punishment wasn’t it

He let himself become close to someone as pure as you and you became just like him

He blamed himself

He looked at you with tears in his eyes

“I’m sorry S/O, this is my fault”

“What?! No I didn’t do it!”

He wanted to believe you so badly

But part of him was still convinced that you had killed someone and now you were going to die and it was all his fault

“ S/O! Isn’t funny how things turn out so awfuly in the end?!”

He was laughing and crying

You’ve never seen him like this

He was hysterical

It scared you too see your nomaly rather stoic boyfriend like this

“Ryoma please calm down! I didn’t do it!”

He didn’t

You looked around in a panic

Your eyes filled with tears

You were hyperventilating, the room felt like it was spinning

“Please, I-I’m not the murder, ple-please believe me”

Everyone stopped to look at you

Shuichi noted how distressed you were and decided to look things over some more leading to the discover that miu was the killer the whole time

After the trial you and ryoma didn’t speak much until he pulled you into his room

He broke down

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry”

You fell to your knees and began sobbing into your hands

Neither of you were really ok after that

You can’t stop thinking about how he thought he had pushed you to murder

Did he really think that he was that bad

You two sat against the wall holding each other for a while, neither one wanting to let go

Kiibo

At first he believed them

When you were first accused he was shocked

All he could think was why

You were so nice, you were the only one who fully looked past the fact he was a robot and saw him only as himself

He was heartbroken

“S/O?.......”

“Kiibo it’s not true!”

“S/O why did you kill Angie!....”

You had been trying to stay calm and collected but now you broke down

Kiibo was trying to wrap his head around what was going on

He couldn’t figure out why you would do it

He didn’t think you would have any reason to do so

So why would you do it, it didn’t make any sense

“Wait!”

Everyone stopped and looked at him

“Why would S/O do it, they don’t have a motive, but korekiyo would!”

Soon after , everything fell into place

You both were extremely relieved

After the trial he started to avoid you

“Thank you so much for helping me out back there”

He didn’t respond

You tried to hug him but he backed away

“Kiibo, are you ok?”

“I’m a horrible boyfriend”

“What?! Where is this coming from?”

“I- i thought you killed someone!”

“ Ok i'll admit that it hurt when you accused me, but i don’t blame you for anything Kiibo!”

At this point you two were both sobbing

You hugged each other tightly, sobbing into each other shoulders

He just whispered “I’m sorry” and “love you” over and over again

You gladly accept his apology

Kaito Momota

He is MAD

How dare anyone think HIS S/O could ever kill anyone!

You were shocked

He watched you try to defend yourself but everyone just kept shutting your points down

It broke his heart to see this

He tried to defend you but his mind was too clouded by anger for him to make an actual argument

Eventually Shuichi realized that you couldn’t have been the killer

Kiato calmed down a bit but he was still snappy towards everyone but you during the trial

After the trial he was still on edge

You tried to calm him down but it seemed to just get more angry

“They could have killed everyone! Including you! And that killer would have just walked away from this place!”

He started to cry

You pulled him into a tight hug

He almost fell over but as soon as he regained his balance he hugged you tighter

“He kiato, please just calm down. I’m fine now, everything is fine”

He never really got over that trial but he’s just happy you’re ok

Rantaro Amami

Like Kiibo, he actually thought you were a murder

He was so distraught

He was going to lose you

He blamed no one but this killing game

He just looked down to the ground and let tears roll down his cheeks

“Wait? Rantaro you don’t actually think I killed someone right?”

he gave you a sad yet guilty look 

while the rest of the group discussed your motives, Rantoro stayed  looking at the ground

he couldn't look anyone in the eye

especially that god forsaken bear

he was just mad that this game had broken someone as sweet as you

you were struggling to defend yourself in the trail

no one really wanted to listen to what you had to say

“rantaro?!‘

“S/O?”

“rantaro i didn't do it please”

“I know, i'm sorry i don't want you to go but please just be honest! for me?”

“RANTARO SNAP OUT OF IT I'M NOT THE KILLER!”

he had never seen you snap like that

it scared him more than anything

but he knew you were serious and gave a second look at the case

luckily they were able to find the real killer and the trial ended

after the trial rantaro ran to you and hugged you from behind

he was still crying

he mumbled apologies into your shoulder in between sobs.

you accepted his apology and turned around to give him a proper hug

Korekiyo Shinguji

He upheld is calm nature the whole trial

Well almost the whole trial

When your name was brought up he was startled but he seemed ok

You tried to defend yourself

No one wanted to hear what you had to say

You looked at him to see if he could back you up

He gave a reassuring nod

He then simply tried to tell the group why you couldn’t be the killer

Emphasis on “tried”

He voice was shaky and quiet

no one believed him

Shuichi announced that he thinks it time to vote

Korekiyo PANICKED

“Wait!”

Everyone stopped and turned to him

“I-I’m the killer”

Everyone just stared at him confused

Well if you get out of here Alive you might beat up your boyfriend for pulling something like this

Although he did cause the group to take a second look at the case, saving everyone’s life

After the trial you grabbed his arm and pulled him aside

“Why would you do something like that we all could have died!”

To your surprise his eyes filled with tears

“I’m sorry S/O, I just couldn’t bare the thought of your death and I panicked!”

His voice was shaky and horse

It broke your heart to see him like this

You pulled your lanky boyfriend into a hug

He held tightly onto you, petting your hair with his bandaged hand

Kokichi ouma

You were argueing with everyone defending yourself

But no one would listen to a word you would say

Kokichi tried to defend you too but no one wanted to listen to him either

He looked defeated

You looked over to kokichi

He expression suddenly changed

He looked up and gave you a sly smile and winked

What on earth is your boyfriend up to

He instantly faked up some tears and sobs

“I guys you guys must be right”

He sobbed a bit before looked up at you

“How could you S/O!? I thought we were going to get out of here together?!”

You turned to him giving a “what on earth are you doing” look

You quickly turned around and stared blankly at everyone else hoping your boyfriend knew what he was doing

“I knew it was you from the very start S/O!”

What is he doing!?

“You and I were in your room with kiato and you left to go to the bathroom, that’s when you snuck off to kill Rantaro right?!”

Kiato nodded

“And then you came back at around 6:05 which is proven by this picture we took afterwards in which shows a clock reading 6:10, which would have given you enough time to commit the murder which was documented to have happened at 6:08!”

Kiato shot up with a relization

“Wait that doesn’t dosnt make sense!!”

Kokichi smirked

“Exactly, it took all that for you guys to actually listen!”

So that’s what he was doing

After the trial you gave him a big hug and thanked him

Although he won’t admit it, he was pretty terrified

[boyfriend-vernon]

j e a l o u s y

g e n r e - s m u t

w a r n i n g s - s e m i - c h e a t i n g,  u n p r o t e c t e d    s e x, 

o r i g i n a l  c o n t e n t - i did write this and the original that can be found on wattpad at the user ong_seunguwu

o r i g i n a l  i d o l - k i m  t a e h y u n g 

a u t h o r  n o t e -   don’t be a fucking cheater. ever. under any conditions. no matter what. it makes you a shitty human. also please do not engage in unprotected sex unless you are in a long term relationship with a trustworthy partner. that being said please enjoy sex as much as you want with the use of aforementioned protection! lastly, never ever ever make yourself feel like you aren’t good enough to get any man (human) that you want. you deserve the best and you are perfect enough for any human you want to get with. 

Vernon was great a reminding you that just because you came to the club with someone it didn't mean you would stay together at the club. Drink after drink and girl after girl, that might as well have been his motto. After you watched him grind with the 4th girl of the night you had had enough.

You made your way to the bar, pulling your short dress up a little more and adding an enticing swing into your hips. You eyed the men at the bar until you found one who seemed to be alone and wasn't all that bad looking. As you ran your fingers through your hair you leaned on the bar beside him.

"Can I get what he's having?" you ask the bartender as you made a gesture towards the man you made your target.

The man beside you looked up at you and you smiled sweetly at him. He couldn't help but smile back. As your drink was placed in front of you, you thanked the bartender; who assured you it was his pleasure and turned to your prey.

"Are you here alone?" You question loudly over the booming bass of the club music.

The man shot back the rest of his drink and then nodded, "Yea, I was supposed to meet a date here an hour ago."

"Well shit, I'm Y/N. Consider me your new date!" You exclaim feeling a sense of pre-victory wash over you.

"I'm Choi Seungcheol, but everyone important calls me Coups and since you have declared yourself my new date; please call me that," he replied with a smirk.

You had decided he was even more attractive up close. If you talking to him didn't get Vernon's attention then maybe it was for the best.

"Well Coups," you said smiling sexily, "could I talk you into dancing with me?"

He waved at the bartender for another drink and you grabbed yours taking a decent swig.

"Well, it isn't like me to turn down a beautiful woman, so I guess I will have to oblige," Coups responded with a smile. The bartender set the drink down and Coups shot it back before rising from his seat.

"C' mon Y/N, lets dance." He grabbed your hand and lead you to the floor. As you walked with him you looked around for Vernon in the most inconspicuous way possible. You finally saw him. He was still dancing with the same girl from before. The rage within you lit a new spark and you were determined to either give this Seungcheol guy the best night of his life or make Vernon regret dancing with anyone besides you. Of course, your hope was for the ladder.

As you finally reached a generally clear part of the dance floor the opening notes for your favourite song began to play. You almost cackled out loud when you heard them. Tonight, you were going to be the winner of this game. With your dress already hiked up leaving very little to the imagination, you almost felt bad for Coups.

Normally your confidence in yourself wasn't this high, but tonight you knew you looked good and the confidence was the best accessory to pair with your stunning looks. You wrapped your arms loosely around Seungcheol’s neck and began to roll your body. You were just close enough to him to touch him when your hips rolled, but far enough that he would have to pull you in if he wanted more.

His hands slid down to your lower hips as you turned around, bent over and rubbed your ass against him. You stood back up just in time to see Vernon walking your way. You smirked lightly and ignored him storming closer as you let Seungcheol guide your hips in a grinding motion to the beat of the song.

Vernon was less than 5 feet away when the song ended and you turned to Seungcheol. He smiled down at you, "Damn, Y/N. I have to say this has been a good date, but I see you have accomplished what you needed to."

You looked up at him in shock as he winked at you, before kissing your cheek and walking away. He knew. He. Fucking. KNEW! You didn't have much time to be astonished, shocked, thankful, or intrigued before Vernon’s large hand was grasped tightly around your wrist. He drug you towards the front of the club quickly and full of rage.

His grip didn't loosen at all. He drug you all the way to the taxi line outside of the club. He opened the door to a taxi and waited impatiently for you to get inside before he walked around and climbed in himself. He sat next to you in complete silence except for his instructions to the driver on where to go.

You were kinda scared so you tried to focus all of your anxieties into a cosmic thank you to the all-knowing Coups within the club.

When you finally reached your home Vernon was out of the taxi and had your door open before you could even remove your seat-belt. He paid the driver and thanked him coldly before grabbing your wrist harshly once more. As soon as you both stepped foot inside he had the front door locked and you pinned up against it. You struggled against the tight grip he had on you.

One hand had your hands pinned above you, the other was wrapped around your throat just tight enough for you to need a little extra energy to breathe.

"What the fuck do you think you were doing in that club Y/N?" he demanded.

Without a response, you rolled your eyes.

"Y/N if you roll your eyes at me again I'll make sure you can't walk tomorrow understand?" His eyes darkened and his hold on your throat tightened.

"Yes." you strained.

"Yes what, Y/N? Now is the time for manners."

"Yes sir." you choked out. He removed his hand from your throat and your lungs burned as they soaked in the needed oxygen. Your hands were still pinned above your head and the look on his face made you instinctively press your legs together for friction.

He noticed and without missing beat his free hand was in between your legs keeping you from the much-needed friction.

"So, would you like to tell me now what the fuck you were doing with that guy in the club?" he questioned again.

"I was just doing what you were doing with all those other girls," you reply looking anywhere but his eyes. Your sense of victory now gone and replaced with nervousness and slight disgust in yourself.

He dropped your arm and moved his hand to your chin, lifting it so that you had no choice but to look him in his dark brown eyes.

"Princess, I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just dancing," he replied, "I didn't mean anything by it. None of those girls were you."

"Yea, well, they might as well have been replacements for me because you basically forgot my existence! That is the only reason I even danced with that guy! I just wanted your attention." you exclaimed, finally showing how pissed you really were.

"Baby I-", he began, but you cut him off.

"No Hansol! It happens every time and so I finally decided to do something about it. Now you're all mad at me like I was in the wrong, but really it was all yo-."

Now it is his turn to cut you off, but with his own lips instead. He kisses you hard, asserting complete dominance within seconds. His tongue explores your mouth. As he pulls away he bites your bottom lip lightly.

"Baby girl, let me make it up to you," he smirks lightly, "if you doubt my love, let me fuck it into you."

He removes the hand from between your legs and lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He carries you down the hall and into your bedroom. He places your feet back on the floor and turns you around so that you are no longer facing him, but the headboard instead. He moves your hair to the side and slowly unzips your dress letting it fall to the floor.

He brings his mouth to your ear and licks the shell of it before whispering to you, "Once I remove this lovely bra and these beautiful panties I want you to crawl on to the bed and stay on your hands and knees for me okay?"

"Y-yes sir." You reply shivering slightly.

He removes both your bra and underwear at an agonizingly slow pace. As soon as they are off you eagerly climb onto the bed, remaining there just how he told you to. You hear some shuffling and then the sound of his shirt and pants hitting the floor. You bite your lip with anticipation. You close your eyes as you feel the bed dip behind you, but they spring open when you feel his tongue pressed against your core.

He licks a thick strip from your entrance to your clit and groans at the taste of you. You gasp and let out a moan as he gently nibbles on your clit. Your arms and legs are quickly becoming weaker and weaker.

The only coherent word that can be heard exiting your mouth in the slur of moans is Vernon’s name. His tongue dips in and out of your entrance and he moans causing vibrations making you moan louder.

"V-Vern, I think I'm gon-," is all you manage to get out before you orgasm. He continues, as he laps up your juices. Your arms and legs shake as the powerful pleasure rolls through your body in waves. He hums in appreciation at the taste and pulls himself from out under you. He stands from the bed and removes his boxers. His member springs free and he smirks to himself, knowing how weak you'll be tomorrow. He watches as your body trembles while you try to hold yourself up. He returns to the bed and slowly turns your body over.

"Round two princess," he says, his deep voice dripping with want as thick as honey.

His dick grazes your slit and you shudder again due to the sensitivity.

"Already soaking again huh princess?" he questions cockily pushing just the tip inside of you.

You moan out loudly, "Vernon please! J-just fuck me!"

He chuckles lightly, "Your wish is my command." he replies before ramming into you roughly.

He grinds into you, moaning as you tighten around him. You are basically screaming by the time your next orgasm hits. He groans loudly as he reaches his climax.

"C' mon princess, cum with me." he pants out as he lifts your leg over his shoulder. You grip the bed sheets and scream out his name in pleasure as you both cum. He continues thrusting into you until you are seeing spots in your vision.

Out of breath, he collapses beside you. Your body trembles lightly and you are both panting heavily.

"So, do you see now how much I love you?" he questions presumptuously.

You roll your eyes.

"Hey, what did I say about that eye-rolling crap, huh? Just because I'm tired now doesn't mean I will be in 5 minutes understand?"

"Yes sir!" you reply with a light smile.

He laughs and pulls you close.

"I really do love you Y/N and I'm sorry if I hurt you."

"I forgive you Verns. I'm sorry I danced with that guy tonight."

"It's okay love. We all make mistakes right?"

You nod weakly and he kisses your temple. You both drift to sleep in each other's arms.