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lexxiisstuff · 2 years ago

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𝑻𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒐 𝑲𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒎𝒂

You're assaulted at University and your boyfriend is your biggest comfort.

Warning: Themes of sexual assault (not rape) Cursing, Explicit. Please read with caution. I would suggest 16+

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"Baby" You laughed playfully kissing Tobios forehead. He grumbled tighting his arms around your waist. He had a game last night and was sore and tired as hell. He had expected to sleep in because he didn't have class today but your Econ Lecture was rescheduled and so you had to wake up early. The two of you had shared an apartment for the past two years and you were junior while Kageyama was a senior. "I don't want ya to go"

"Come on I'll be home before you wake up Tobi. I can't afford to miss this lecture" You pulled away and he whined flopping on the bed and complaining.

"You better get your fucking ass home soon. I miss you already" He sat up running a hand through his bed hair and puckering his lips. Indulgently you kissed him and he sighed happily before going back to sleep.

The class itself was boring and you were really regretting not staying home snuggled with Kageyama when you felt the icy winds against your face.

"Yo this seat taken?" You glanced up a tall blonde boy pointing to the seat right next to you . He was handsome in a conventional way you guess but he had nothing on your boyfriend. You glanced at the class. It wasn't that full and there was plenty of empty seats.

"Uhm I guess not" You whispered quietly avoiding eye contact. You weren't one for talking to new people. You wouldn't necessarily call yourself and introvert but more shy around new people. Once you were comfortable you could never shut up. He plopped down next to you too close for a comfort and you squirmed akwardly in your seat.

The lecturer droned on and on and you took notes eagerly trying to avoid the boys gaze that was set on your face. When class finally ended you couldn't help the sigh of relief. "Hey can I take a look at your notes I think I missed the last section. "

"Uhm sure" You mumbled handing him the notes and watched him barely even glance at it.

"You not gonna tell me your name?" His voice was mildly curious but you couldn't help the unease this guy made you feel. Sure he was nice looking but he had an aura that was... Strange?

"Oh sorry. Y/n" You were so awkward it was probably comical and he handed you back you notes. As you moved to exit the classroom he fell into step with you. He didn't tell you his name did he?

"That's a nice name. Where are you off to y/n?" You wished he would leave you alone. He was really starting to creep you out. He was walking too close for comfort and whenever you tried to put distance he closed it again. Maybe you were paranoid but something didn't feel right.

"My boyfriend is waiting for me at home. I don't have any more classes. It was nice to meet you though" Please please take the hint you begged him in your mind.

"Hey don't rush sweetheart" He grabbed your arm and that's when you really began to panic. The hallway on the west side of campus wasnt ever really crowded and it was even worse because today was a Saturday class. No one was at Uni on a Saturday except for the students with class reschedules. So no one was around.

"Let me go" You demanded but it came out shaky and anxious "You're making me uncomfortable"

"Oh come on. You don't have to play hard to get with me babe. I see how you look at me in class" He backed you into the wall and you pushed him hard but the man was big and he wouldn't budge.

"I don't even know you!" You struggled against him kicking and shoving but his grip on your arms tightened and he shoved you between two pillars out of view. You began to scream helplessly and he put a hand over your mouth.

"Shut the fuck up , you bitch" His hand went to your blouse and ripped open the buttons haphazardly. Thank God you were wearing a tank top. You fought hard and he shoved your head against the wall hard enough you saw stars. "Prick Teases like you need to be taught a lesson"

Your head was aching and you felt tears well in your eyes. No no no no. Tobio. God. Anyone. You pleaded weakly.

"Flaunting yourself with your short skirts and your tight tops. You wanted my attention" He growled still trying to to take off your tank.You sobbed still squirming and fighting. He began to grope you and you felt nauseous

"HEY! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING???" You heard it one moment and the next the man was ripped off you and shoved to the floor. You looked through your blurry vision to see a furious Iwaizumi Hajime shoving his fist in the man's face "You fucking sick asshole."

You felt yourself be gently pulled away from the wall and Oikawas soft gaze roamed your face and what you knew was a bump on your head before he stripped off his jacket and put it over you "Y/n you okay?"

You couldn't talk. You were still dazed and terrified. You wrapped the jacket further around your frame. You shook your head with you choked out "Call Tobio. Please call Tobio"

"DUDE SHE ASKED FOR IT" The man screeched when Hajime lifted him by his shirt and shoved him into the wall. Oikawas eyes darkened dangerously and took a step forward but you put a hand on his arm stopping him.

"Shut the fuck up you stupid fucking Prick. I'm calling the police and better hope they get here before her boyfriend because otherwise you'll be eating out of a tube in your cell" Iwaizumi told him while I listened to Oikawa briefly murmur on the phone.

"Thank you" You told Hajime "For saving me"

"You never have to thank me for something like that y/n." He pressed the man further into the wall and he groaned in pain. His face was swelling and covered in blood and Iwaizumi looked satisfied with the results

"What are you guys doing on this side either way?" You asked still quietly trying to stop shaking.

"We weren't on this side. We were crossing the Quad after we went to the Gym and heard a scream. Raced over to see everything was okay. Thank fuck we did" He glared at the man.

You were about to reply when Oikawa shoved a phone in your direction. "Kageyama is on his way but he wants to talk to you"

You took the phone slowly and put it to your ear. "Tobio?" You whispered

"Baby" His voice cracked lightly but it was still so clear that you couldn't stop the tears "I'm on my way. I'm on my way. I'm coming to get you sweet girl okay. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry"

"It's not your fault" You hiccuped.

"I should've came to get you" He growled in frustration "Are you hurt anywhere?"

"My heads a little fuzzy" You mumbled. His voice soothed you somehow "Come quick okay?"

"I'm five minutes away. Don't hang up."

You heard the rattle of metal and then saw the four policemen and one policewoman make their way towards you "Tobi the cops are here"

"Okay. Okay. You give them your statement my love. Don't hang up just keep me on the phone. I just got to campus" You took a breath and watched them take the man from Iwazumi and cuff him.

"Ma'am so you think you're ready to give us a statement" The woman said kindly and you nodded telling her a little about what happened after class but just as you were about to continue you saw a whiz of black hair and you couldn't help the small sigh that left you. His eyes found yours immediately and you watched them go from you eyes to your ripped clothes to your head and back to your eyes. Tobio wasn't usually easy to read but you could see the anger, heartache and worry in his features currently. He ran to you gently sweeping you into your arms and you held onto him like a vise.

He smoothed your hair, rubbed your back, kissed your forehead and softly murmured words of reassurance. You cried into him. Seeking his comfort he held you close as you dealt with the police officer and then his eyes moved to man, they darkened furiously and he moved towards him but you gripped him by his hoodie.

"Don't go" You whispered "Just stay with me"

"Always baby" He mumbled his eyes softening "I want him to fucking rot" He told the officer snarling.

"Yes sir" After a couple more hours of dealing with the police you and Tobio were finally at home. You were still pretty shaken up but Tobio had forced you to eat some soup and then he ran you a bath.

"Come in with me" You sighed sinking into the warm water. When he sat at the edge of the tub. He hadn't left your side at all.

"Are you.. Are you sure baby?" He asked "I don't.. I don't want to scare you or freak you out"

"Honey" You said softly "You could never"

So he joined you. The two of you took turns washing each others hair and soaping each other until he gently helped you out. He drained the water and then helped dry you off. You slipped into one of his shirts and leaned against him to brush your teeth tiredly. He grabbed your waist lightly and placed you on the bathroom counter grabbing the hair dryer and quietly working on your hair.

"I hate that this happened to you" He said sadly. Tracing the small bump on your head. The EMT had confirmed it wasn't a concussion but it still hurt like a bitch. "I want to kill him"

"Me too" You rubbed his head lightly "I don't know what I would have done without you"

"I didn't save you. Iwazumi and Oikawa did" He muttered.

"Yes and I'm thankful for them but I would never have been able to get through today if not for you. You're literally the only reason I'm not breaking down"

"You can you know" He said quietly and you raised an eyebrow "Break down. If you want to cry then cry sweet girl. If you want to break something, scream, let me drive you to the police station so you can set that fucker on fire, you can do anything you want and I'm still going to be right next to you"

"I really really love you" You sniffled touched

"I love you so so much more" He gruffed and lifted you up so he could tuck you in bed and when you woke up hours later shaking and sweaty he held you close.

He kissed your forehead the next morning and both of you canceled everything you two had planned and stayed cuddled up watching romcoms and eating take out and he tried to take care of you as best he could.

You didn't know what you would have done without him sometimes.

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p3terparker · 4 years ago

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𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲 - 𝐩.𝐩.

𝐚/𝐧 ↣ this was barely proofread i’m sorry if there are any errors!!

𝐰/𝐜 ↣ 1.2k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ↣ none!

“i want you to meet mr. stark”

you look up from your phone in shock, immediately meeting peter’s gaze right on you.

“what?” you shakily reply due to being caught off guard.

“i want you to meet mr. stark” peter repeated. “i feel like we’re far enough into our relationship for you to meet him. i love you so much and i want mr. stark to meet the person who means the world to me, you know?” he explained.

“aw, peter i would love to meet him. have you already talked to him about it?

“he actually said we could go over to avengers tower around this time.” he replied enthusiastically, excited that two of the most important people to him are finally going to meet.

“r-right now?” you stutter out.

“yeah, is that a problem?” peter questions with concern filling his voice upon hearing your unsure response.

“no, no it’s definitely not a problem. i’m just kind of nervous, i didn’t expect to meet him so soon. what if he doesn’t like me?” you confess.

“of course he’ll like you baby. how could he not? i can assure you that as long as he knows how much you mean to me and make me happy, he’ll automatically like you. i can reschedule if that makes you most comfortable.” peter reassures you.

“it’s okay. as long as you’re there i’ll be fine.” you play with the hem of your shirt, trying to get all your jitters out before you meet the one and only tony stark.

“do you want to start heading out now? i’ll get you ice cream on our way back”

“how could i turn down that offer?” you joke. “sure, let’s go now”

after receiving confirmation, peter grabbed your hand and you both headed out of his apartment. you two walked to the tower in silence; you needing this time to mentally prepare.

when peter signaled to you that you guys were almost there, he could hear your heart begin to race. he rubbed his thumb over your hand to soothe you, which worked for the most part. you both finally arrived and were facing the entrance to the tower.

“relax pretty girl. you’re gonna be fine, i’m right here with you.” peter hums and gives you an encouraging peck on your lips to which your heart fluttered.

“woah parker, didn’t know you were one for PDA” an unknown voice calls out and catches both of your attention. you and peter looked around and realized that there was a camera with a speaker right in front of the entrance, and that’s when it hit you; tony stark just saw you and peter kiss.

“m-mr. stark! i didn’t know you were looking out–”

“kid relax, i’m just messing around. come in already now, would you?” tony cuts peter off laughing at his awkwardness.

you joined tony in laughing at peter to which he huffed out and grabbed your hand to lead you inside. when you entered, you were astonished by your surroundings. the tower was so big and spacious, not to mention it was super cool inside as well. it was so large you were almost in shock at how easily peter maneuvered you around to your destination, but then you remembered he’s practically a genius with an amazing memory. you soon found your way up and in front of tony.

“hey kid, nice to meet you. i’m tony.” tony greets you and reaches out his hand to shake yours.

“hi mr. stark. i’m y/n” you reach out your trembling hand and shake his.

“so how long have you two been together?” tony begins his questioning.

“we were in the talking stage for a while but we’ve been dating for a couple of months” you answered, using the talking stage as code for neither you or peter wanting to confess to each other.

“interesting. you know, i’m really glad someone finally stepped up to date peter. if i’m being honest i thought he was a lost cause.”

“mr. stark!”

you and tony start laughing together and you start loosening up. he continued asking you questions about about yourself and you kept answering comfortably. it actually wasn’t bad talking to tony. conversations just flowed between all of you and you were genuinely having a good time. hours have passed and you two are sat on the couch laughing along at whatever the conversation topic was now.

“you know, one time peter accidentally webbed his feet to the ground and couldn’t use the bathroom for hours” you say in fits of laughter, tony joining you.

“alright guys that’s enough! i didn’t expect you two to be bonding over embarrassing stories about me!” peter whined while grabbing your hand, signaling it was time to go. “come on y/n, it’s getting late.”

“yeah it’s best you two head out before it gets dark” tony chimes in after your fits of laughter. “i really enjoyed meeting you. peter, you should bring her around some time for one of our ‘avenger movie nights’” tony continues, cringing at the name peter came up with for the groups movie nights.

you were silently having a party on the inside, excited that tony stark just invited you to hang out with the rest of the avengers.

“i really enjoyed meeting you too! i’ll make sure to come along.” you smile while saying your goodbyes. “bye mr. stark!”

“so, it wasn’t that bad now was it?” peter teases.

“no peter, it wasn’t that bad” you reply mockingly. “i actually really enjoyed myself. he was super easy to talk to. i wish you could’ve felt my heart when he invited me to one of your guys’ movie nights.”

“trust me, i could hear your heart. it was beating like crazy.”

“peter! why are you using your spidey powers on me” you whine and bury your face into his chest out of embarrassment as you two were walking.

“relax baby, i’m just teasing. kinda. anyways don’t you think that’s payback for all of the embarrassing stories you told mr. stark about me!” peter remarks which leads to you two playfully bickering with each other.

“okay okay, i’m sorry for telling mr. stark about the time flash exposed your legos collection to liz in freshman year.” you manage to get out before laughing hysterically.

“babe, you didn’t have to repeat the story!” peter whines and takes his turn to bury his face in your shoulder out of embarrassment.

“i’m sorry baby. how about i buy you ice cream instead to make up for it?

“no, it’s fine” peter huffs in fake annoyance. “i want to be the one to treat you tonight. however, i do know how you could make it up”

“how?”

“can you be the big spoon and play with my hair tonight?” he questions like a little kid, showing his infamous puppy dog eyes.

“of course petey, anything for you.”

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kurohoely · 4 years ago

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mask (sakusa x y/n)

What happens when Sakusa realizes masks are better off than on?

genre: hurt/comfort, sakusa is in time skip!

wc: 2.2k

It was known that Sakusa is reserved, he only shows his most relaxed self to those who he trusts, which includes you. He can show those random, whacky emotions, teasing you and giving some gen z emojis but being open and vulnerable? That’s just not him.

You have been dating him for almost a few months now and a lot of people were surprised that you both actually worked out. The dynamic you both have was something people often quote as ‘not compatible’. You knew him before since you both have few classes together in college but who would’ve thought from those unintentional crossings lead you here. Sakusa’s character is pretty obvious and you kind of get it by now how he works and acts but was there any difference between before and now? Why does it feel like the walls are kept up, and builds higher than before?

You tried to initiate a lot of things. He does too but he was indeed more awkward, baby steps as you call it. Despite all that, you appreciate him, all the things he did were definitely out of his comfort zone. You kept saying to yourself that he's trying, remembering that he was the one that confessed first. You hold onto that memory in hope that it will be dynamic throughout the relationship.

But how about right now? With the new season up and running, you kept seeing less and less of him. Countless lonely dinners and cold bedsheets. Rescheduled dates and missing out on one another. You almost excused Sakusa for forgetting your anniversary, thinking it was a given. You signed up to be with someone that has no constant rhythm in their life, always the next big thing to keep their lives afloat. Again, you put on another layer, masking away, reasoning to yourself that things will work out. You don't want to bother him, let alone be the reason why he is stressing out. Patience has always been a good nature of you but sometimes, you question if you should stop being selfless and start being selfish. He is your boyfriend after all.

Sakusa noticed the subtle changes that happened. He felt that you were perfect. Too perfect, as a matter of fact. He wanted to sit down and try to understand why and where this was coming from because he definitely didn't confess to you for perfection. He wanted you. Not any other version. Pure and transparent. No mask. But as much as he wanted to, it is still out of his nature, and with the season starting, it will be quite some time before he can bring this again.

Mid through the season, work is piling up, matches are getting tougher each time they win. That’s a given. You came to almost all of his games and have them recorded on tv. Whatever the outcome, you will always be proud of him. He was basking in his prime condition; you were there for him and his plays were getting synchronized with the team at a rate that even the coach was surprised. He left the thought at the back of his mind, focusing on what he has to do first. After each match, you both have this little ritual, spending some alone time together starting with dinner as both of your schedules sometimes don't overlap quite nicely. Sakusa told you about his plays as if you weren’t there to witness it all and you can’t blame him. You love seeing the sparkle in his eyes when he talks about how good it felt when spiking. The conversation flows naturally and you both talked about how your days went. You were both walking diaries of each other. Not until Sakusa flipped a page that has been long overdue.

He cussed himself to have the audacity to forget about this issue. He doesn’t like this. It was as if he’s taking advantage of your facade, your mask. Even though Sakusa tells you many times that you need to wear one physically, this was something that he wished to be stripped off completely. He hates it. He hates that he can't be a safe space for you. Someone you can let yourself breathe from the suffocating expectations from the outside world. But what he hates the most is that you changed yourself to accommodate his own ignorance.

Sakusa flipped his match schedule. It looks like there won't be another match in 5 days. He called Meian and Iwaizumi if it’s okay if he takes a few days off from practice. Both of them were surprised that Sakusa would even ask for a day off but they agreed anyway. He’s not the type to ask for one so this must be something really important.

Saturday shifts are hard. You only have one day of rest before hustling again on Monday but oh you were SO GLAD that your manager said that you can have a paid leave on Monday after helping out on a side project for some other team.

You pushed your shared apartment door, dragging your feet inside. You saw Sakusa peek his head from the kitchen. He took off his apron and walked to you, grabbing your bags from the floor and giving a peck on your cheek. You went to the bedroom and saw the bath bomb that you bought impulsively on your previous date. A bath sounds nice, you thought to yourself.

Filling up the bath to a slightly hotter temperature, a much-needed one to shake that fatigue out from your body and start your long weekend with a fresher body. Gently dipping your toes, you hold the sides and lower yourself in, letting the heat seep into your skin. As you were shuffling your position, a knock on the bathroom door.

“Can I come in?”

“Doors unlocked so yeah baby come in”

Sakusa twisted the knob, letting himself in. He sat on the floor next to the tub, a rare sight for Sakusa and you. He folded his arms on the dry part of the tub and stared into your eyes. Losing himself in your mind, finding where he actually belongs. He knows this isn’t the right time, not even a good one, to bring up this matter but it has been pushed back for too long, he couldn’t care less about what setting it was in right now. You were always firm on your stands, confronting those to have the middle ground in everything but now, it was as if he’s with someone else.

“Hey sunshine, how's the bath”

You flushed at the pet name he called you. When was the last time you heard that softness, that warmth? The sense of home and belonging to another person, solely wanting to give your whole life away in exchange for his.

“It's pretty nice. Do you wanna join in?”

“Hmm sounds nice.”

He removes his mask and strips quickly, submerging himself into the tub in front of you. He pressed his muscular, toned back to your chest, taking its warmth into his body. Taking in whatever he could take from you between his skin and yours. Your scent, your heat, your touch, the friction, sensation - everything. He knows he wants everything but how about you? He sometimes thinks that he forced you into the relationship, going above and beyond to go with how he handles things. His fussy attitude when it comes to cleaning, being in crowds, and towards people in general. Whatever the train of thought was, he needs to know, He can’t bear seeing his future bland and monotonous because you were not there. You were his yellow, heck, you were his entire spectrum.

“Hey y/n, I know it's not a good time to ask this but, did I do something that makes you uncomfortable? I know I’m not good with words or being affectionate, doing all those sweet things that you see in movies but the last thing I want you to be is forcing yourself to be something that you are not.

“If there’s anything wrong that I did please tell me I…”.

“No! You did nothing wrong. You were perfect but maybe too perfect. I have this feeling that you weren't being yourself for quite some time. It's like you have this mask that you put on whenever you are with me. I know you are sensitive in nature - both to other people and towards yourself, which is why I fell in love with but aren't relationships supposed to be a two-way thing? I need to know what’s bothering you so please talk to me. I want you to feel safe with me. I want you to be your most comfortable as if both of us are the only ones that are living on this earth. I wish I could come and talk to you sooner about this but I got too caught up in the games. It's my fault. I’m sorry. I’ll try to be braver on confronting things like these. I’ll try to be more attentive to the small things”

Hearing this from Sakusa made your heart burst into so many emotions that were buried for so long. Happy, sad, hopeless, desperation, anger, guilt but most importantly, longing. You could only cry when he finished his last words. You were gasping for air, clawing yourself into Sakusa’s shoulders to grip on whatever you can. Wet streams trickled down Sakusa’s nape, dampening them. Sakusa was flustered as if it was the first time he ever saw you broke down. The first time? Oh God, how much has he been missing in this relationship...

“I’m sorry Omi. I was trying to be understanding. I tried to make this home at least a space where you can have at least some peace. I wanted to be with you more so badly but I know by asking it, you have to take time off or you might just think I'm annoying. And I hate it. Words cut more for me since it is the least effort to bring out but weighs the most. I don't think I can bear with it. So I avoided it. I avoid creating any chances that would lead us to fight. But then, it hit me when you started to slip away, distancing yourself subtly. Our dinner time became shorter, we didn't even cuddle anymore because your muscles were sore and I want them to heal fast so you can play your best. It seems like it backfired huh?”

Sakusa was taken aback due to a lot of things. How he finally was able to hear you say his pet name, the range of small things that you do, putting him as your topmost priority when you yourself are buried down, succumbing to earth more and more. How could he be so blind? It hurts him. It hurts him that you didn't even consider being comfortable with him. It destroys him that all of your actions were threaded with the thoughts of him when he did nothing, even worse, he forgot. Sakusa felt a sting poking through his heart, thin-like rods thrusting through it slowly. He felt a burning sensation that he was sure he didn’t like. If he felt this after hearing all of these, what about you? You’ve been carrying these for weeks, stretching out to months, yet you’re still here. How did he end up with someone as thoughtful and wonderful as you? He turned his body around, facing you. Your legs tangling together, bringing you inside his embrace, pushing your foreheads together. He lets out a breath after his thoughts finally reach a verdict.

“Hey bub, it’s okay. We’re here now. I’m sorry it took my dumbass this long to have this conversation. You don’t know how much you meant to me even though I barely show it. Please know that at least. I love you. I love you so much, too much that I cannot imagine waking up the next day without you. You were the reason I can handle Atsumu’s ass, thinking about if I can go through that part of the day, I can see you again. A little reward from me to myself. I asked for a few days off, shall we do a bit of catching up session?”

A tint of coral pink brushes lightly on top of your cheeks. Seeing Sakusa being all vulnerable and open, is a view that you wish no one will ever see besides you. You smiled and chuckled lightly.

Sakusa's heart swells. There it is. The smile that got him smitten all over. The small chuckle that you made was a symphony to his ears. It was as if at this moment he fell in love again. He found the you that he fell for but even deeper. He swore that day he would never make you feel like this.

You both get out, drying yourself together. Omi blow-dried your hair and you did his. He's pretty good at managing your hair because of his curls. You both did a random 14-step Korean skincare routine and cuddling around watching your favorite movie - Pride and Prejudice. Sakusa never understood why you liked this movie so much but today he finally does. When two lovers placed down their masks and finally faced each other, all became visible. The adoration in one's eyes, longing for the warmth of the other, to finally be together.

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youarejesting · 4 years ago

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Hope In The Sheets.8

[Masterlist]

Beta: N/A Pairing: Hoseok x Reader Genre: Friendship, Comedy, Soft boy, Fluff, SMUT, Friends2Lovers, Words: 2.9k

Summary: You held many titles: his neighbor, colleague, wing-man… well, more likely a wing-woman, yet most importantly, you were his best friend. You had been friends since you were born. Between the two of you, you were younger; barely, but he never let you forget it. He always seemed to ruffle your hair and tease you, which could get rather annoying but he made up for it by treating you to things.

What if a drunken one night stand between you and your best friend Hoseok leads to more complicated situations? Your reckless twenties are cut short as you find yourself suddenly responsible for something a little more.

Warning: Braxton hicks, Reader thinks she is being followed (but is mistaken), and a love making scene very short and sweet.

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With your final month of pregnancy approaching you were finally ready to take your maternity leave. Deciding to continue working for as long as you could to save some money. The boss was getting super weird but you were holding your tongue and making up excuses to leave his presence.

Your last day was a little extravagant with cake and a card signed by your colleagues. The boss gave you a bouquet of flowers, which you graciously accepted as it was your last day. Everyone took photos and your boss awkwardly pulled you close, his hand resting on your belly.

Irritation growing, you wanted nothing more than to push his hand away and leave. The scent of his cologne made you feel a little sick and you were unbelievably sweaty. Excusing yourself to the safety of the women's bathroom you splashed your neck with some cool water.

Calling Jimin you whispered, “I need you to come pick me up, the boss is being weird again.”

“I am near by, give me a few minutes I will get you,” Jimin’s sweet voice rang like tiny chimes through the phone.

You waited another couple of minutes and heard your name called from the hall, “Y/n?, are you okay in there?” It was your creepy boss.

“Sorry, I am just having a hot flash so I am splashing water on my neck,” You laughed, trying to appear casual and not cause him any reason to suspect you are in distress as you would bet he would barge in otherwise, “I will be out soon.”

Your phone chimed.

[Jimin: We are in the elevator grab your things for a quick escape.]

Curious as to who he was referring to as ‘we’ but not questioning it, he was right you should get ready to leave as quickly as possible. Heading out to the gathering of your colleagues, you smiled fanning yourself.

“Here is some ice water,” One of the women smiled, “I remember when I was pregnant it was unbearably hot.”

“Thanks,” You took a drink and sighed happily at the cool liquid, standing in front of your bag, the flowers and card. The elevator doors opened to reveal a well dressed Jimin and a rather handsome man you recognized from the bar. Jungkook’s best friend, Taehyung was it? You smiled at the two as they smiled greeting everyone. “Hello, we are Y/n’s friends, I'm Jimin and this is Taehyung. We have come to pick her up.” Jimin looked around the room and his eyes lit up, “wow you are all so nice a party and everything.”

Jimin charmed the room easily and Taehyung wasn’t doing too badly either as he took the flowers and your bag. “Are you ready to leave?”

“Ah yes, I wouldn’t mind going home for a rest,” allowing the two young men to lead you towards the elevator, “Goodbye, I will hopefully see you when I am back from leave.”

They all waved and wished you good luck, and you didn’t miss the disappointed look on your boss' face. Your shoulders slumped as you leaned against the wall of the elevator, “I am so tired.”

“We will get you home soon,” Jimin smiled, rubbing your back and pulling you into a hug.

“Should we reschedule?” Taehyung said, “Or, I can um pay again, if you don’t mind waiting for a few weeks, I will save up enough money for another date.”

Jimin was at a loss for words. You knew he didn’t know what to say and you smiled, “Hey no, I will be home soon, just drop me off and go back to Jimin’s, he has a cinema room and you can order in and watch movies.”

“Yeah, we can do that.” Jimin smiled, reassuringly at Taehyung,

“Half a movie, I can only afford half a movie,” He mumbled downtrodden. Jimin wet his lips feeling awkward, he hadn’t dated anyone who wasn’t loaded with cash in a long time.

“Jimin has a rule that if he can’t make a date the next one is half price,” you took the art of improv to a whole new level, “he couldn’t make your date and it had to be rescheduled, right? So, this one is half price so you can get twice the amount of time.”

“Yeah, she is right so we can hang out a little longer.” Jimin bit his lip looking at the young man and seeing the small smile pull up on his lips. “So let’s drop the tiny mama off and go watch a movie.”

“Ok,” Taehyung smiled, you watched the two, nervous like a highschool crush developing between two students. The two graciously dropped them off and Jimin walked you to the door.

“You are smitten!” You grinned, teasing him lightly watching his blush grow. Your eyes catching Taehyung fixing his hair in the passenger seat drop down mirror. “You have never been nervous in your life, and he is so sweet.”

“I have been with rich men here and there looking for a date or a night, but I have never had someone scraping together their money to spend just a little time with me, making handmade gifts because that's all they can do.” Jimin was clutching his heart, and you finally found the key for the front door. “When he tells me I am pretty, or that he loves my voice, it’s different. I know those CEO’s had wives, but when he says it, I feel special like I am the only one in the world he says it too.”

“So what’s the problem?” You asked, letting Jimin walk you inside with all your items. “You have a lot of savings and investment properties, you could live off that money very easily.”

“How can I see him when he thinks he has to pay me all the time?” Jimin mumbled, walking back to the front door. “I don’t want him to go bankrupt because he thinks he can’t afford my rates”

“I heard at the bar that he like photography. Tell him you want a photoshoot but you don’t know a good photographer who you feel comfortable with.” You hugged and an idea struck. “Say you can’t decide on a concept and offer him a few different ones you want to try. He has been asked to submit his work into an exhibition. I think the theme was nightlife.”

“Nightlife.”

“It’s up for interpretation, but who has a more busy nightlife than you, and I am not talking about going out on the town. A sensual at home photoshoot of you in a sheet or a naked silhouette overlooking the night city.”

“Oh that could be fun, I could be part of an exhibition” he giggled, “I will ask him.”

Jimin hugged you again for safe measure and ran off to his van and climbed inside.

You waved shutting the door and heading to the fridge hoping some cold yoghurt would soothe your overheated form, whilst also feeding your almost insatiable hunger.

Opening the fridge, you saw the last of your yoghurt at the back, bending slightly you felt a twinge in your back and as you straightened up, Yoghurt in your hand as you were overcome with a tightness in your stomach. Was this a contraction?

You were two weeks out from your due date so it wasn’t unusual for people to have their babies early. You pulled out your phone calling for an ambulance and trying to breathe calmly.

[Y/n: I think I am in labor, and you’re the only one who is free today.] [DJSuga: Like really or that time you ate too much rice too quickly and got indigestion?] [Y/n: I just called the ambulance.] [DJSuga: I will meet you at the hospital let me know what ward you are in when you know.]

“Hello, I am looking for Miss Y/n.” Yoongi’s voice carried across the hall from the nurses desk to your room. “I would describe her as pregnant but it wouldn’t help.”

“Wow, you are very descriptive. You really have no words to describe me Yoongi? I am offended.” You pouted walking out into the hall, “Let’s go home.”

“What I thought you were popping out a baby today?” he said confused, “If you say it was constipation or something stupid I will hit you upside the head.”

“Well, it wasn’t that.” You blushed, “It was braxton hicks?”

“Who?” he blanked, utterly confused, “What are you talking about?”

“It means fake labor, like a test run.”

“Can you stop with the test runs, I don’t think my body can take it anymore?” Yoongi held his back waddling down the hallway making you giggle. “Come on, I saw a restaurant for lamb skewers and I have been craving it since.”

“You are acting more like a pregnant woman than I am.”

Walking out the front of the hospital you were bombarded by Jin, Jungkook, Namjoon, and a disheveled Jimin with Taehyung. You didn’t realize how your eyes looked for Hoseok, until you didn’t find him. The crushing feeling in your chest made you frown slightly.

“False alarm.” Yoongi muttered, “Apparently Barbie Hacks or something, we are getting lamb skewers. Come on, I hear Jin is paying.”

Hoseok arrived at the Bar and saw that no one was around, the place was locked up with a sign announcing that it was closed for the night. It was strange Jin didn’t ever believe in taking days off, even when he was sick he would be in his office resting.

He called Jin’s phone and heard laughter, “I will be back” Jin's voice called. Hoseok could hear Namjoon, Jimin and Yoongi talking about something adamantly. Had they planned something without him.

“Hey Hoseok, what do you need?”

“Your bar is closed?” Hoseok mumbled, “I was wondering what you are all doing?”

“Y/n went to the hospital because she was getting contractions but they turned out to be Braxton hicks, so we are having lamb skewers on Yoongi’s request.”

“Why did no one tell me?” Hoseok felt a little sick that his friends were hanging out without him and there was a strange pull in his chest knowing that he wasn’t there at the hospital.

“I didn’t think we had to, seeing as you are not the father of any children.” Jin repeated his words back to him, “We aren’t picking sides but you made it clear you didn’t want to be a part of the child's life. So we didn’t want to force you to be there.”

“I never said that I didn’t want to be a part!” Hoseok shouted down the phone, “Urgh, this is fucked.”

With a sigh Jin grew deadly serious, “she was scared out of her mind today, she thought she was going to have to give birth alone, you have to talk to her.”

“I said some stupid shit, Jin. I don’t know how to fix this.” Hoseok pulled at his hair and started heading to your house, hoping that perhaps the two of you could talk this out before he ended up losing you.

He had so much that he wanted to say and get mad about, he wasn’t ready to forgive you but he wasn’t ready to let you go either.

You were dropped off at Hoseok’s apartment, the one you had lived in together before everything went wrong. Touching your rounded tummy you knew that this child wasn’t a mistake and apologized out loud for even implying anything of the sorts. Taking the stairs to the second floor you arrived at his door.

Knock knock.

“Hoseok are you home?” You called, taking the key from your keychain you peaked inside to see the lights were off. You sat for a moment but he didn’t come home and it was getting a little dark.

Heading out you locked up and walked along the road. You put a headphone in and pretended to be in a conversation. Speeding up slightly as you passed the men sitting on the steps of one of the stores that had closed up for the night. The men were laughing about something and you scurried along.

Sighing in relief when you went to cross the street, looking both ways you caught sight of figures following you. Were the men following you? What did they want? Thoughts were circling in your head as the adrenaline started to kick in. Dialing hoseok you crossed the road.

“Hello, Y/n?” Hoseok said “I wanted to-”

“Hoseok, there are men following me” you whispered.

“Where are you?” He asked, sounding concerned, which gave you a flash of hope that he would protect you like he always did.

“I am on our street, I am heading to Yuta, I need to go somewhere public.” You replied walking briskly.

“Keep walking, I'm on my way.” You heard the sound of an engine and you knew everything would be okay. Hoseok wouldn’t let you get hurt.

“Don’t hang up, they are still following.” Picking up your speed you noticed they had started to walk a little more briskly. “I sped up and they did too, Hobi, I am really scared.”

“Don’t slow down, you got this little darling, I will be there soon.” Hoseok said with desperation in his voice. “I won’t leave you on your own anymore. I should have been there today. I should be with you now!”

A hand grabbed your shoulder and you screamed phone clattering onto the ground, “I am sorry miss, we called out but your headphones were in, you dropped your wallet.”

“Oh! Thank you so much, I am so sorry.”

“It’s okay, do you need help, can we escort you somewhere?” The other man asked. “There has been some break-ins recently so we have taken to watching the neighborhood.”

They walked you back towards Hoseok's and you sat with them as you spoke about what happened with Hoseok. Talking about how you stuffed up and lied to him. “You mean the really happy guy with the reddish hair? You two used to walk this street all the time. I knew you too liked each other,” they grinned

“So is it a little girl or boy?” One of the guys gestured to your belly. “Have you thought of any names?”

“A little girl and I have been thinking of some. Sun-Hee it just reminds me so much of her dad,” you hummed, a little nervous to hear their feedback, “does it sound silly?”

“It sounds beautiful.”

Looking up there was Hoseok panting and looking relieved to see you okay. Standing, you walked over to your longest friend, hoping he didn’t scold you. “Hoseok, I am sorry.”

He pulled you into a hug and buried his face in your neck, “I don’t care. I don’t care that you lied and kept this from me. I don’t care about any of that, let me be here for you. I will be by your side.”

You were crying, he took your face in his hands brushing your tears away with the pads of his thumbs. “Alright love birds, Kiss each other.”

Your cheeks were bright red, ready to laugh and tell the men it wasn’t like that when Hoseok pulled you forward. Pressing his lips to your's, he kissed you fiercely, his hands holding your waist and cradling your head. He tried to pull you closer when your belly bumped against him. He looked down and rubbed your belly gently, “I am sorry I wasn’t there but I am here now, and I am not leaving.”

“Let’s go home, Hobi.” You whispered, he thanked the men for taking care of you and led you to his van. He drove back to your house and walked you inside, shutting the door and taking off his shoes. The two of you sat on the couch.

“I guess you have a lot to talk about.” Hoseok said nervous and you swung your leg over his lap and kissed him. It was difficult to maneuver with your big belly, but you were too busy enjoying the feeling of his soft lips against yours.

“I want to remember this time,” you breathed against him. “Please let’s just pretend that one didn’t happen and try again.”

Hoseok laughed and lifted you carefully and carried you to the bedroom.

Hoseok was gentle and passionate; he teased you with his fingers and lavished you with his tongue. You had never had anything like this. Usually you were chasing a high with some guy you never had plans to call again, and that was on the rare occasion you were looking for sex. This made you feel overwhelmingly good, your heart was pounding. Every thrust brought with it a spark of energy. You clung to Hoseok as he lost himself in the sensations.

He would open his eyes in moments of clarity and kiss you telling you how much he loved you. It wasn’t like jumping off the edge into pleasure; this was like waves that started small and built into a choppy tide never crashing upon you, just rocking you with pleasure. After the crescendo moment the waves began to ease back until it was the gentle waters lapping at the sand.

“Hobi,” you panted as he laid your head on his chest. He hummed encouraging you to continue. You took his hand and placed it onto your belly, “you remember two minutes ago when we had sex, well I think I fell pregnant.”

He laughed, throwing his head back into the pillow and leaned down kissing your belly, “I think you might be right!”

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Sugar and Spice | 01

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Your friends ask you whether you prefer sugar or spice

Thank you @guktro for letting me add you in here again~

Chapter Index

"Y/N." You look up to see Taehyung and Jungkook walking into the kitchen as you put your pencil down. "We need your opinion on something," Taehyung tells you, resting his hands on the table.

"On what?" you ask, eyes going back down to the homework in front of you.

"When it comes to sex," he begins, your attention back to the brunette, "do you prefer sugar or spice?"

You frown in confusion. "Sugar or spice? What does that mean?"

"What he means is do you prefer vanilla sex or rough sex?" Jungkook corrects, shaking his head at his older roommate’s version of the question.

Your face contorted in shock. "What kind of question is that?"

"Just answer," Taehyung tells you.

You could only sigh, "I don't know. It's been a while. Why are you asking anyway?"

"Jungkook thinks vanilla sex is what people prefer compared to some good ol' rough sex," he answers.

"Who wants to have constant rough sex every time you get together? Sure it's good, but vanilla is where you connect and actually make love," Jungkook defends.

Taehyung waves him off. "Sex is rough, kinky and a bunch of orgasms."

"What do you think, Y/N?" Jungkook asks you, taking a step closer to the table to stand next to Tae.

You shake your head. "I told you already. It's been a while so I don't really know–"

Taehyung cuts you off, "Then let's have sex."

You choke on the air you inhaled too quickly. "What?"

"Tae's right. Let's have sex to see which is better," Jungkook agrees, crossing his arms over his chest. "At least then I can prove him right."

"You *do know I'm your friend right? You're asking a friend to have sex with the both of you just to see who's right?"

"We've seen each other naked before Y/N. It's not like we're going in blind." Tae shrugs, standing up straight.

"On accident," Jungkook adds, as if he's actually making this easier.

"For you maybe. It was a blessing for me," Taehyung mumbles, his eyes scanning you up and down. What is going on?

"No. I'm not doing it. You two are absolutely nuts," you deny, shaking your head as you turn your attention back to your homework in front of you.

"C'mon, Y/N. Not only do you get to open up the gates, but you get to say you've fucked two of seven of your friends," Taehyung persuades, and the sad part is that it was working a bit.

You shake your head again. "Y/N," Jungkook begins, trying to persuade you as well, "you won't be having sex with the both of us at the same time. We'll be separated and you can pick who you want first. Plus it doesn't have to be today. You can think about it."

"Tomorrow I need answers. If you choose not to–which is a mistake because you're the only person we trust to lose our friendginity to, I'll have to call other people," Taehyung states before giving you a wave and leaving the kitchen.

Jungkook looks to Tae leaving and then to you. He gives you an awkward smile. "He's very forward, but I just want to let you know we won't be mad if you choose not to do this. I understand not wanting to lose our friendship or it being weird after. I'll talk to him, but think about it, Y/N."

After that whole conversation, you really didn't have enough focus to do your homework so you left the boy's apartment and went home. The entire day was filled with nothing but that conversation. Do you want to do this? Is it smart? What Jungkook said was right. If you do this your friendship with the both of them could end in a blink of an eye. Yet since the first day you accidentally saw them naked on different occasions, you couldn't help but imagine having what other people experienced happen to you. Now they're asking you and you're beyond indecisive.

You shake your head of those thoughts as you take a seat at the edge of your bed, drying your hair with the towel after a long shower. It's dumb–it's stupid to think of doing it with the both of them. It's *beyond dumb. Tossing your towel on the armchair, you get up and climb into bed and lie under the blanket, staring at the ceiling for a bit. After a very convincing conversation with yourself, you grab your phone off the nightstand next to you and send a group text.

[10:54 pm] Me: I'm in

Setting the phone down next to you, you ignored every notification that went off and forced yourself to go to sleep. At least you tried to sleep. The following morning you were a mess with half open lids, sleep trying to consume you once again, and mind racing with fear and excitement. You showered again and basically shaved everything you possibly could.

The boys never messaged you after you sent the text, so your mind was in complete wonder as to what they’re thinking. What if they were joking? What if you were imagining everything and this is all one weird dream? Leaving the bathroom with your towel wrapped around your body, your phone chimes. You practically run to your bed and grab your phone, unlocking it and clicking on the message.

[2:10 pm] Tae: Be at the apartment in an hour

Letting out a shaky breath you get up from your bed and go to your underwear drawer. You dig and dig until you find a cute pair of black laced bra and panties. You felt a little ridiculous as to how hard you’re trying to look just to get fucked by your friends. Looks shouldn’t matter, but here you are putting on a tight, off the shoulder crop top. You even tug on the front just so your push up bra can show your cleavage more. Putting on a pair of high waist high jeans and boots, you begin to do your hair and makeup. You made sure to not overdo it with the makeup and hair, but when you look at yourself, you can’t help but think you did. You almost wanted to do it over again, but when you checked the time on your clock in front of you, there was no time left.

Grabbing all the essentials you needed, you head out of your apartment and towards your car.

A short drive later you pull into the parking lot and find a spot. In a few minutes you’re going to knock on the apartment door and meet Taehyung on the other side. In a few minutes you’ll be having sex with him and having the time of your life as he pounds into you like you’re a doll–

You pick up the pace to the elevator. The lobby was empty as you pressed the button and tap your foot in impatience for the doors to open. The elevator dings as the doors open. Entering, you press the floor button and the close doors button as if you’re about to be attacked by a ghost or something as the doors finally shut and the elevator jerks and ascends. You take deep breaths to slow your racing heart as you watch the numbers rise. When everything comes to a stop and the doors open, you exit the elevator and make your way down the hall towards Taehyung and Jungkook's apartment. You knock on the last door at the end of the hall, taking in your final deep breath and wait in silence for the door to open.

You hear the door unlocking and it opens to reveal not Taehyung but Jungkook. "Hey, Y/N," he tells you, looking a bit awkward.

"Hey," you reply. "I thought I'd see Tae since he texted me."

Jungkook shakes his head and opens the door wider for you to enter. "He had business to take care of today, so you'll see him tomorrow or something," he answers, closing the door behind you once you enter.

"Tomorrow?"

He shrugs. "If you want to meet him tomorrow, or you can reschedule to another day." You follow Jungkook into the living room, but he stops short and you almost run into him. "The living room isn't a good idea," he mumbles more to himself than to you as he turns down the hall and towards his room with you following close behind. "So what kind of sex do you usually have?"

"I never really thought of it," you confess, walking into his room as he closes it and locks it behind you.

"Were none of them memorable?"

You shake your head, meeting eyes with him as he stands in front of you. "I know a lot of them were just quick. The guy usually finished before I got anywhere."

Jungkook holds his hand out towards you. "I'll take your stuff," he says, grabbing your bag and keys as you hand them to him. "So you haven't experienced good sex in a while," he concludes, placing your bag on his chair at the corner of the room.

"I guess," you say, watching him as he turns to look back at you. "Are you comfortable with all this?"

"At first I was nervous, but honestly..." he trails off, scratching the back of his head. "When I saw your ass in those pants, I'm not anymore." You could feel the heat rise on your face. "Are you?"

You shrug. "I don't know honestly."

He hums in response. "What if I just kissed you first? See what happens then?" The nerves were getting to you, but you nod. He walks up to you and stops close enough for you to feel the heat radiate off him. The quiet, reserved boy–man you know as, is now taking control of the situation and you're acting like he normally would around girls. He cups your cheeks and softly kisses your lips. Your eyes flutter to a close as you kiss back with caution. Jungkook, on the other hand, was kissing you as if you were his girlfriend. He started off slow and sweet, but he then removes his hands from your face and grabs your hands. He brings them up and around his shoulder as his go to your waist.

He brushes his tongue along your lips and explores your mouth as his thumbs rub your skin. You shiver as you felt more at ease kissing him, running your fingers through his midnight locks. His hands travel up and under your top, cupping your clothed breast. It seems like Jungkook isn't as reserved as you thought, and probably has a lot of experience having sex with a girl. He pulls back and says, "Thanks for doing this." He grabs the bottom of your shirt and pulls it up and off you. "If you hadn't agreed, I think Tae said he'd call Gray, and he is very much like Taehyung"–he tosses your shirt on the ground, letting you pull his shirt off him–"feisty and likes it rough. I wouldn't have won that round, but I'm meeting with Gray next week." He puts his hands on your waist and lifts you up. You wrap your legs around him. "I like it rough from time to time."

He walks over to his bed and gently lays you down. His lips are back on yours as his hands go for your pant button. When the button was off you lifted your waist and let him pull them off. You arch your back to let him remove your bra as well, leaving you almost completely naked.

Jungkook kisses his way down your jawline, neck and chest until he reaches a breast. You close your eyes enjoying the feeling of his lips kissing your breast before they find your nipple. His tongue brushes along the nipple while his other hand plays with your other boob. He sucks and bites, pulling back just enough for you to feel very little pain before letting go to play with the other.

You run your hand through his hair, pulling it a little rough and moaning when he bit you a little too hard. He kisses your tender breast and then makes his up back to your lips. He mumbles an apology against your lips as he kisses you, his fingers leaving a hot trail down your stomach towards your lower region. His two fingers brush along your panties and push in at your bud. You breathe deeply in as he forms small circular motions. You could feel yourself getting wet as you opened your legs wider for him.

You break the kiss turning your head away as you let out a moan. Jungkook kisses your neck, his fingers no longer on your bud but now moving under your cloth to touch you with nothing in the way. He runs along your slit earning another shiver from you. Working his magic with his fingers Jungkook brushes his tongue along your neck and then bites your skin lightly. You moan a bit louder as he enters two fingers inside you, taking his time as he works in and out.

“Jungkook,” you moan, your lips finding his again as you moan into his mouth. Swiveling your hips to his motion, Jungkook noticed your desperate need and picked up the pace. The kiss breaks as he sits up on his knees. He keeps his fingers in you as he uses his other hand to push your panties down and off. You lifted your hips to give him better ease before your body jerks as he finds your spot. “Ah–right there,” you struggle to say, closing your eyes and clutching the sheets.

You could feel the build up, but it’s slow and makes you want to feel him inside you already. It’s as if he’s taking his time to just let you have a moment, but it’s slow and tease-like. That’s something you would never think Jungkook would do. From all the years you’ve known him, Jungkook always seemed like the kind of person who gives. He never takes. You gasp and arch your back when you feel his mouth on your bud. He laps his tongue, flicks and sucks on your clit with such precision and ease it felt like he’s been doing this all his life. You’ve never felt this much pressure build in such a short amount of time.

“I’m close,” you say harshly, chest heaving and sweat dripping as Jungkook picks up his pace with his fingers and sucks as if he’s sucking on an ice pop. “Oh my–Jungkook.” The pressure is too much to handle by now, and you’re ready to explode with sheer ecstasy. “Fuck–Jungkook.” You repeat his name like a mantra as you release your orgasm, body trembling and breath caught in your throat as he continues until you stop shaking. You gasp for air and blink away the stars as Jungkook pulls out his fingers and removes his lips from your sensitive clit.

He stares down at you. “Wow, you’re sweating,” he comments, wiping his chin.

“How long have you been doing this? That’s the best experience I’ve had in such a long time.”

He chuckles, “Practice,‌ Y/N. It’s not with a lot of women, but the same group of women I’ve been with for a while.”

You slowly sit up. “Well I have to repay you. My body needs a minute before we get to the main part of all this.”‌ You move to the side of the bed and pat the middle. “Lie down.”‌ Jungkook does as he’s told and lies on his back next to you. Moving yourself between his legs, you lean forward and kiss him softly. Biting his lower lip, your hands drift down his toned stomach, feeling every inch you could. He shivers at your touch. “How often do you get attention?” you whisper, hands reaching his pants.

“Every so often,” he sighs as you unbutton his jeans.

You smile as you pull the zipper down. “Well now it’s time to show my appreciation and how you should be treated.” Leaning back you pull his pants and boxers down and off. When you saw him naked all those months ago, you didn’t get that chance to just *look at him. Now you’re going to take advantage of seeing his sculpture shaped body before you get to feel him. With all his working out, his six pack is there without him even having to flex. His hips–like everyone said, was small which made his torso look bigger. With your eyes drifting down you gulped at the sight of his penis. It was actually bigger than any dick you’ve ever had inside you. It was already erect and begging you to ride it.

Without much thought you lean down and take his shaft in your hand. Licking the tip Jungkook hisses and flinches. You’ve never heard or seen him look vulnerable in front of you, and now you’re the reason he’s shutting his eyes and panting at just a simple lick. You wonder what he would be like when you actually *suck. Taking the tip into your mouth you lightly suck, tasting the pre cum that coated the tip of your tongue. Jungkook’s simple moan urged you to go deeper and with each moan and gasp you went further until you couldn’t take any more of him. Hollowing out your cheeks you go back up until you’ve reached the tip once again; then you go back down and swirl your tongue around his shaft.

“Oh shit,” he gasps, his hands going to your hair but let’s go. As if he’s unsure what he should be doing. You grab his hand that lies next to him and put it back at the top of your head and meet his hazy gaze. “Let me know if it hurts,” he rasps, grabbing all the loose hair and grips it tight as he guides you slowly. His breath hitches as he brings you down but halfway–less than what you pushed yourself to take in. “Ah,”‌ he gasps, “you feel so good.”‌ You’re pushed back up and then further down than before. Jungkook was losing himself because of you and you absolutely loved it. Although he was the one guiding you, you couldn’t help but go down faster than he was guiding and you went *further than earlier. Your eyes watered and you gagged but you continued to go deeper until there was nothing left to take in, and it was all because of his moans and pleas. With one hand you reach beneath you and cup his balls. You fondled with them as you picked up the pace until he was no longer in charge but you were and you were causing him so much pleasure his words no longer made sense. “Fuck okay,” he manages to get out as you finally pull back with a popping sound. You meet eyes with him as he gasps. “I can’t wait any longer.”‌

You smile in delight as you crawl forward and straddle him. Watching him as you grab his shaft, bring it closer to your dripping warmth and slowly go down as he fills you up, his face contorts in pure pleasure as you let out a moan. He places his hands on your hips as you come to a stop and sit for a moment. Seeing him and all that you can do to him was just magical.

“You’re warm,” he tells you, gripping your hips as you lift yourself. “Fuck.”

Placing your hands on his stomach you begin your rhythm at a slow place, swiveling your hips every now and then. The way he filled you in all the right places, he was quickly filling up your need for another high again. You bounce at a faster and hard pace as the sounds of your moans and skin slapping fill the room and maybe the neighbor’s as well. His hands make its way up to trace the curve of your body, the outline of your breasts before they’re at the back of your neck and pull you down towards him. The two of you kiss as Jungkook takes control and thrusts up into you. You’re moaning into his mouth as he goes at a quick speed that forced you to put your hands on the bars to keep still. Jungkook curses as he spins the two of you around in one swift movement with him on top.

“I need to be deeper,”‌ he grunts, putting your legs over his shoulders as he thrusts into you harder. He breathes out, “Fuck you’re tight. How long has it been?”‌ No words left your mouth but the moans that were loud and desperate to reach your orgasm. “What about squirting?” Removing your legs from off his shoulders, he pushes one leg open wider and uses his other hand to create quick circular motions on your clit. You yell out his name and grab his arm, but he doesn’t stop. He ignores your cries as he continues his hip and hand movements until you’re screaming out his name and explode into an orgasm as the stars invade your sight.

His hand is no longer on your clit and leg as he places them on either side of you, leaning forward to kiss you as he finishes off his ride and reaches his own high. You cup his cheeks and kiss him as you whimper from every movement. He finally comes to a stop, breathing heavily against your lips as you do the same.

“That was amazing,” you tell him, breath hitching as he pulls out. “If this is your version of vanilla sex I need more of it.”‌

Jungkook chuckles as he kisses you one last time before moving to the side of you. “My point of vanilla is to feel that connection and to just want to give your partner more than you’re receiving.”

You nod removing strands of your hair away from your sweaty face. “I get it. Seeing you look desperate was *everything.”‌ Jungkook can only laugh.

After a slow and wobbly change, you leave Jungkook’s room and head towards the living room. Taehyung sat on the couch lazily clicking through the channels until he saw you enter. He grins. “Sounds like you were having the time of your life,” he teases, the television no longer of interest.

“You heard?” you ask, shocked that he was here when you were still having sex with Jungkook.

“Only the last minute of it. You’re a screamer.”

“That’s what I aim to win, Taehyung.”‌ Jungkook disclosed, standing next to you.

“Guess we’ll see tomorrow.” Taehyung shrugs, giving you a wink.

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talkfastromance4 · 4 years ago

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stuck with u-- calum hood oneshot

a/n: hii! so this came outta left field but I went with it. based off of ariana grande’s song with justin bieber. very loosely edited, but yeah, I hope you like it :)

word count: 4,111

warnings: mentions of quarantine, a break up, sweet moments, male receiving oral, female receiving oral, spitting, unprotected sex, funny sexual moments

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Feedback is always welcome and enjoy! :)

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She came over to return his box of things, giving herself a pep talk before she did. It’s a few days before their new album releases and two weeks before touring begins. They always had an expiration date, this she knew, but she hadn’t put into consideration how badly it would sting.

Like any normal couple, they had their ups and downs with minor arguments here and there, but their stubbornness was the same. Neither one of them wanting to give in first left them each brooding in their separate corners until the bell struck for another round of heated words then they’d stalk off to their respective corners again.

It was a cycle that kept cycling until her eyes filled with tears or the steam finally sizzled out from them both. In exchange of heated words were the remaining apologies, words of kindness, and a conclusion to whatever their fight had been about.

She’s at a stoplight, Halsey’s magical voice surrounds her in her car, and she glances to the box in the passenger seat. A small notebook lays on top that holds small poems or songs he wrote for her, about her. It was given to her on her birthday, but she couldn’t keep it now, not when their time is up. Next to the notebook is his green Empathy hoodie she stole awhile ago and on top of that is a small stuffed bear he won at a fair.

A car horn pulls her from her reverie, and she continues the familiar roads to his house. After dropping off his things and getting hers back from him, she was heading back home to spend time with her family so the back part of her car was full of duffel bags and her pillows.

She stares at his house, suddenly it seems so daunting as memories swim in her head. Countless nights of wandering through the front door after a night out or at Michael and Crystal’s for a small party. Mornings of coffee and breakfast created by him filled with whipped cream and syrupy kisses. Her eyes sting with tears and she shakes her head quickly. She promised herself she wouldn’t cry another tear over him.

She checks her phone to see a comforting message from Crystal of good luck and a safe drive home with many heart emojis.

“You can do this; you can do this. In and out and he’s behind you,” she mutters to herself then grabs his box of belongings.

Before she can ring the doorbell, he opens it and Duke is barking at his feet, jumping up on the glass trying to get to her, his fluffy tail wagging joyously at her return. Her heart falls, she’s going to miss Duke a lot. Calum opens the door.

“Hey,” he greets, his voice gruff and scratchy. She hopes he’s not starting to get sick; he needs to rest—

She stops herself short, it’s not her concern anymore.

“Hi,” she says quietly and enters the house. Her shoulder brushes his chest, they both tense and his aftershave invades her nose. The smell of him and him alone brings back more memories of cuddling by the fire, snuggling on the couch, walking up behind him while he’s making dinner and burying her face between his shoulder blades.

Duke continues to vie for her attention as she moves into the kitchen. The news is on with the volume down low, numbers and the word ‘China lockdown’ traveling across the bottom of the screen. She sets the box down on the counter with a thump then squats to her knees to give Duke a proper hello and goodbye.

“I’ll um, go get your stuff. Help yourself to something to drink.”

“I’m gonna miss your cuddles, Dukey,” she whispers to the old dog and kisses his nose. He licks her chin in return.

She stands and waits, not even bothering to get a drink because she doesn’t plan to stay long. Why does he want to prolong their goodbye? She leans against the counter waiting for Calum’s return and she realizes she’s in the same spot from months ago where she tried to prepare him dinner for once.

He was being exceptionally affectionate, lifting her arm so he could press his lips to her wrist then slowly down to her elbow—

“I think I have everything,” his voice startles her from the good memory. “I made sure you didn’t leave any of your books behind.”

“Thanks,” she gives him a grim smile taking the box from his hands. Their fingers brush, his heat always made her forever cold fingers warm. A shock ran through her fingertips.

The pair stare into their boxes respectively, shuffling through memories of their relationship.

“This isn’t mine,” Calum holds up the small notebook of songs and poems. “I gave this to you as a gift, Y/N.”

She stares at the book of words in his hand, words of love and light reserved for her only.

“I can’t keep it, Cal,” she whispers, eyes pooling with tears. She tries to blink them away and on instinct Calum moves forward. She backs up into the corner of the counter. “No, don’t. Please.”

“Y/N…”

“It’s hard enough, Cal, all right? I know our time was limited,” she crosses her arms over her chest, “but I’m still hurting and I’m probably going to hurt for a while longer.”

“You think I’m not hurting, too? This was—is the hardest breakup. I’m hurting, Y/N, I am.”

She risks a glance up at him to see the wounded look in his eyes. Calum shifts forward, his hands cradling her face gently in his palms, his forehead pressed to hers. She dares not to move, because once she touches him then it’s all over. There’s no way she could recover from that.

“Look at me,” his lips kiss her forehead, another stab at her heart. She shakes her head. “Baby—”

The news anchor’s voice interrupts their moment declaring the state of California has issued a lockdown effective immediately. No one is to leave their homes for any reason, no going to other houses, no contact with anyone. The world shut down and now they’re stuck together.

It’s awkward at first, moving her things from her car into his house. She decided to stay in the guest bedroom, no matter how badly she wanted to crawl into his bed and never leave. He was on the phone with the guys and management discussing what this means for their album release and tour well late into the night while she contacted her family.

She could do two weeks with her ex, nothing tricky about that, right?

She was wrong. The first week was rough, they bounced around each other like meteorites trying not to collide. When he’d walk around the house shirtless she had to force herself not to stare. More memories and the ache to run her fingers over his tattoos was too strong. They ate in separate rooms and tried to remain separate as much as possible.

She watched the live he did with the band for their album release, listening along with them and crying at songs she knew Calum wrote. Small nods to their relationship tugged at her heart.

The second week things were looking up because she would be leaving soon. The smell of him would linger on all of her clothes a lot longer now, but she needed to get out. She needed to get over him and that’s hard to do when you’re stuck under the same roof.

Plans had changed yet again, and she’d be with him a lot longer. Tour has been cancelled and in the process of being rescheduled as much as it can be. Calum has been stressed; she feels it radiating off him one morning while he’s sat at the kitchen table. His coffee cup is still full, his shoulders hunched to his neck from stress.

Without thinking, she moves behind him and rubs at his shoulders. He jumps at her touch but then relaxes into her touch, letting her remove the stress that she can from his muscles.

“D’you want to talk about it?” she asks softly.

“Not really,” he shakes his head then sighs. “There is something I’d like to talk about though…”

“Yeah?” her thumbs rub up his neck into his hairline, his blond hairline that he re-dyed for the wildflower music video that never got filmed.

“Can we talk about us?” he asks. Her hands still their motions in his hair.

“What about us?”

He spins around, her hands falling from his warm skin. He takes her hand in his, fingers linked together like so many times before, his brown eyes captivating her. He swallows harshly.

“We’ve got all this time on our hands, might as well cancel all our plans we had and spend it together,” he says.

“Even if it’s just you and me?” she strokes his cheek with the backs of her fingers.

“I can’t fight it anymore,” he shakes his head. “I thought it was hard before but it’s even harder now with you here. I don’t want to let you go.”

“So…what does this mean exactly?”

“It’s just you and me,” he rises to his feet taking her other hand in his. “It means whatever we want it to.”

“Let’s have a date night, a new start,” she offers.

“That sounds good,” he smiles.

At around six o’clock, they meet in the kitchen wearing comfy clothes. Something they both agreed on to make the night even easier and more comfortable. She had on one of his shirts with shorts and socks that went up to her knees. He had on basketball shorts and a blue t-shirt; he remembers how she likes him in blue.

They were making dinner together, homemade pasta with sauce to match. A bottle of wine was opened, and their glasses were filled with the sweet nectar.

“Remember when we got poured out at the festival with Mike and Crys?” she laughs while stirring the sauce.

“We were so muddy,” he joins in her laughter. “Your hair was sopping but you looked adorable all muddy.”

“You wouldn’t join me in the puddle,” she nudges him.

“Because I didn’t want to get sick and guess who was in bed for four days with a cold?”

“Yeah but you took care of me,” she grins.

Calum takes her hand that doesn’t have the spoon in her hand and lifts it to his lips. With his eyes trained on hers, he kisses her fingers, kisses the center of her palm, then her wrist.

“I’d do it again, you know,” he murmurs on her skin. Goosebumps rise on her neck and all the way down her body. “Take care of you.”

Their eyes lock and the mood changes, the sauce bubbles as they lean in closer, closer, and closer still until—

The timer on the oven buzzes signifying it’s ready for the garlic bread. Calum sighs, gives her wrist one more kiss then returns to his task at hand. She’s left flustered and warm while she stirs the sauce then adds the noodles into the boiling water.

During dinner they had another glass of wine and joked about more memories together, dreams they wanted to do with one another. Unlike the first week she was there, their chairs were pushed as close as they could be at the table. Their plates were empty, and his arm was on the back of her chair.

“We should just rent a small camper and travel along the coast,” he says rubbing her neck with his thumb.

“Maybe we can afterwards,” she chuckles wiping off pasta sauce from his cheek. “When we can leave the house again.”

“Good point. So, since this is a first date, now it’s time to dance.”

She quirks an eyebrow up. “Dance? I’m in a t-shirt and knee-high socks.”

“Perfect dancing outfit come on. Up you get, little lady,” he tickles her neck as he rises from his chair. She giggles at his touch then is pulled from her own chair by his hand.

“There isn’t any music,” she laughs falling into his chest.

“Oh shit, hang on. Hey Alexa, play the Y/N playlist,” he says.

“Playing Y/N playlist on Spotify,” Alexa responds, and Ariana’s voice fills the house.

“You have a playlist for me?”

“Of course,” he grins then dips her down. She squeals from the sudden rush to her head as she’s tipped backwards, but Calum would never let her fall.

He pulls her back up, both of them giggling as they dance in the kitchen. Her fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, it’s getting longer and shaggier by the day. His curls are coming back, and she’s been itching to play with the soft twists.

“I’ve missed you,” he confesses.

“I missed you, too,” she whispers. Their eyes meet just as Justin Bieber’s voice croons in the speakers.

“My plan when you came over was to try and get back together, you know. Even before all of this happened, I was going to ask if you’d wait for me to come back from tour. I wasn’t going to let my stubbornness push away the best person that’s happened to me.”

“Cal…”

She cups his cheek the same time he leans down and presses his lips to hers. An electric surge courses through them as their kiss deepens. He grips her waist then lowers his hands to her ass giving her a hefty squeeze. She gasps at the contact and he slips his tongue in her mouth. Calum spins her around, lifting her up so she’s seated on the counter.

Her legs wrap around his waist, accordingly, pulling him as close to her as possible. The song changes to Lover of Mine just as his hands creep under her shirt. His fingers skim her skin, thumbs brushing over her soft nipples that turn hard upon his touch. He groans, giving her breasts a firm squeeze before lifting the shirt from her body.

Their eyes lock, lips red from their kiss. She traces his lower lip and he’s quick to duck his head down to suck on her neck. She gasps when his hand cups her sex, his thumb rubbing her core through the fabric while his mouth descends to her breasts. She bites her lip, but a small moan escapes her as he sucks on her nipple, his thumb moving in tantric circles.

“Calum…Cal…please…” she begs in a whisper, her fingers tightening in his hair.

Getting her message loud and clear, he lifts her in his arms, lips assaulting hers as he makes his way to his bedroom. He kicks the door shut so Duke doesn’t interrupt then drops her to the bed. She giggles and he laughs along with her yanking his shirt off. She removes her shorts and panties the same time he drops his shorts to the floor.

She’s quick to grasp him in her palm, stroking towards herself, looking up at him. He touches her cheek affectionately; it’s been so long since they’ve had each other this way.

“Love the way you look at me like that,” he mumbles, his thumb rubbing under her eye.

A smile flickers on her lips before she suctions them around his tip. Calum’s eyes close sequentially but he forces them open so he can watch her, another love of his. Her tongue swirls and rolls the only way she knows how to do before taking him further in her mouth.

Calum groans at the warmth of her mouth, he brings his other hand to her cheek, watching her eyes close as she concentrates. Flashes of her like this flood his mind, from their first time, to the time they snuck away at Ashton’s house because he was wearing that suit she loved him in so much she had to have him right then.

When he reaches the back of her throat, he snaps back to the present and moans from the sensation. She takes him that deep again and he holds her face tighter.

“Up, up, up, up,” he orders pulling her off him. As much as he loved getting head from her, he loves returning the favor more. “Lie back, baby, legs up.”

She licks her lips, swiping her thumb over leftover spit which is insanely hot and pushes herself to the center of the bed. He follows her hungrily, pushing her ankles up and to the side so she’s open and pliant for him, only for him.

He keeps his eyes on her as he kisses her thighs, nibbling his teeth every now and then with his thumbs rubbing her ankles softly. She situates the pillows behind her head so she can have a better angle to watch him. She loves to watch as much as he does.

“Ready?” he asks, and she giggles, nodding quickly.

He flashes her a wink before closing his mouth on her clit. She moans on contact while he sucks then transitions to flicking his tongue at the nub, teasing the tip of his tongue in her hole sporadically. He loves pleasuring her with his mouth, he can feel her moans on his tongue as she drips for him. Her hands fly to his hair guiding his mouth to where she needs, and Calum lets her use him.

He pulls away a fraction so he can gather his saliva then spits it on her core, watching it dribble to her entrance before he slurps it back up with her arousal. Her moans are sinful at the action, her hips moving with his motions, moans getting louder and louder until she gasps out his name in one breath. Her legs go rigid in his hold as her orgasm crashes into her.

“That’s my fucking girl,” he grunts, swiping his tongue up and down, up and down until her body relaxes. He looks up already meeting her gaze, chest heaving from the bliss. “Ready for me?”

“Always,” she nods.

They move quickly, situating themselves in the right way. He holds her ankles until he’s hovering above her, then lets go so he can grab hold of his shaft then slaps it against her pussy in a teasing manner. She moans at the contact, her legs falling open wider. Calum rubs her temple with his thumb nearest her head as he nudges himself between her folds.

Her mouth opens like it always does when he inserts himself the first time, he slips right in and they moan together at being connected once more. He rests his other hand on his bed, and she lets out a squeak.

“Ouch! On my hair, move, move, move!”

He lifts his hand spewing out ‘sorry, sorry!’ quickly as she readjusts herself. They’re giggling and he bends down to kiss her, she wraps her arms around his neck. She shifts her hips slightly underneath him in a rocking motion, but he wants more of her lips.

“If I’m going to do all the work, I should have been on top,” she teases jutting her hips up once more.

“Yeah? You want to be sassy right now?” he hums pressing himself into her more, she lets out a choked moan.

“You going to fuck me right now?” she hums in the same tone, smirking against him.

Calum growls then pulls himself out of her only to plunge with force right back in. She screams out his name as he starts a rapid rhythm, hips snapping against hers, the bed shifting with his movements. Her head tilts back as her back arches so she can take him even deeper.

Calum sucks onto her breast, fucking into her swiftly, her wetness has him moving faster and faster until—

“FUCK!” he groans when he slips out of her entirely and thrusts into her thigh. She’s laughing above him, and he curses lowly to himself again. He glances up to see her giggling behind her hand. “Think it’s funny, huh?”

“Am I that wet?” she laughs poking his nose. “That’s your fault you know.”

“I take that as a win, baby,” he sighs teasing her hole once more with his cock. He grins up at her. “No one makes you as wet as I do.”

“Hmm, you’re not wrong,” she smiles then wiggles beneath him.

“You want more?” he teases pressing his tip in slowly, she bites her lip.

“Please,” she whines.

“You have to keep your legs still, so I don’t slip out again,” he breathes then pushes in once more.

He finds his rhythm from before, her body arching the way he loves but he feels her legs shift. He growls then pushes them up to her chest, he plants his knees to the mattress, her ass cheeks resting on his thighs.

“What’d I say?” he pants, and her eyes roll at his tone and the angle he has her body in. he jack hammers into her, his balls slapping her thighs.

She squeezes the pillows next to her head until her knuckles are white, her cries of pleasure are music to his ears as he feels her clench around him. Sweat builds on his brow and his chest and he’s damned to have her orgasm as many times as he can. Her eyes close as her second orgasm hits, she’s pulsing around him in such a good way it makes him ache.

When it’s over, he releases her legs so he can pound into her with his waist. He holds her to his body, face buried in her neck so he can leave marks on her skin. She’s coming once more, chanting his name in his ear and he groans at the sound. She kisses his ear, teeth grazing his lobe as a new orgasm rolls into the next.

Feeling his own release approaching, he shifts again. This time he moves backwards pulling her with him so they’re in a sitting position. He wraps her legs around his waist, her body is heavy against his from the tumultuous pleasure he’s giving her. Calum’s arms snake around her back, it’s sticky with her own sweat and he licks into her mouth the same time he starts thrusting again. Her ankles lock behind his back, she hides her face in his neck at the new angle.

“Look at me, baby, please,” he begs tugging at the hair by her neck. He holds her in place, their eyes meeting, her mouth falling open with their thrusts.

His movements slow to a more tenacious speed, still full of passion but with a layer of love and adoration. Calum moves his hand from her waist so he can anchor himself to the bed, thrusting his hips quicker. She helps as much as she can, her body is nearly spent but she wants to feel him cum inside her, hear his moans and see the bliss in his eyes.

“Come for me, Cal,” she pants, “come for me, baby…”

His hips jerk and he releases his orgasm inside her, his hips move lethargically, milking his climax for as long as he can but their eyes stay locked. When he’s finished, they both let out a long sigh, knocking their foreheads together. Their breath is hot on each other’s faces, sweat beads roll onto each other’s skin, a mixture of him and her.

They stay in the position, legs crisscrossed, arms wrapped around one another, heartbeats slowing from a rapid pace to syncing together. After a few more moments, they disentangle, and Calum has to help her walk to the bathroom. She can already feel the soreness in her lips, but she’s missed the pleasured ache.

They brush their teeth, she uses the toilet, then crawl into bed together. She’s already passed out as soon as her head hits the pillow and Calum draws designs along her back until he falls asleep as well.

The next morning, they wake later than intended but give light kisses in the morning sun.

“I love you, you know,” he tells her caressing her face. His eyes litter over the small marks on her neck and breasts he gave her.

“I love you, too.”

“Are you all right being stuck with me?” he grins pulling her leg over his hip.

“Lock the door and throw out the key,” she grins capturing his lips between hers.

“It’s just you and me.” He moves to roll on top of her, but she pushes on his chest lightly so she’s on top.

“I’m stuck with you,” she whispers, kissing him as she grinds herself on top of him.

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diaryofabeautyfiend · 4 years ago

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Plain Gold Ring

(Part 2)

You left a few minutes before he did. He ran up to his place to change. The two of you had already showered together. You had meetings all day and so did he. You agreed to meet for lunch.

Your thoughts drifted to him all day. His strong hands and the spice of his skin were all you could think about. You should have felt guilty but you didn’t. You two really seemed like you connected on a deep and spiritual level. You told yourself not to be naive. Men who cheat never leave their wives. You were a means of escape for him. You decided to proceed as planned and move forward with your Chicago interview.

At lunch Andy came bounding into your office. Before you could even hand him his fork he had his hands on you. “I can’t focus. You’ve been in my head all day.”

“Me too.”

“Yeah? You thinking of my cock?”

“Your cock, your hands…fuck…your tongue.” He slipped his hand in your panties to find you already dripping.

“Shit, baby. I have to be inside of you. This is gonna be quick.” He slammed his hips into you a few times before you both completely lost it. He eased you back down peppering kisses on your neck and chest. You readjusted your panties, smoothed your hair and sat down at your desk to drink some water.

“Oh my goodness are you going to stay like that all day?”

“Like what?” You knew exactly what he was talking about. You just wanted to hear him say it.

“With my cum dripping out of you? Don’t you want to clean up?”

“I’m good.” You winked at him and handed him his lunch.

He chuckled, “There goes the rest of my day.”

You had easy conversation for the rest of lunch. You asked him about Jacob and how he seemed to be coping. He was happy to talk about it. It was evident he adored his son. And there went the guilt bubbling up again. He could see it in your face. “Is this weird for you?”

“A little. Maybe we shouldn’t do this.”

“We don’t have to talk about him.”

“It’s ok. I like hearing about your life. Besides I brought him up. I just want to be sure I’m not reading too much into this. Like we’re just friends who fuck right? I don’t know if I’m trying to catch feelings.”

He was a little offended but couldn’t express that to you. You had sex the second day that you had known each other. That was clearly not something he did nor did he take it lightly. He meant what he said. He really liked you. He would just have to work hard to show you how much. For now, he would follow your lead.

“Oh yeah. Of course. Friends who fuck sometimes. No feelings to catch.”

You went about the rest of your day and got home at a respectable hour. While you were at your mailbox in your building you noticed Lori and Jacob coming in. You smiled and turned quickly to get to the elevator. You realized a lot of people likely knew who they were and made it awkward like you just did. You just couldn’t leave well enough alone and went back to introduce yourself.

“Hi. I don’t mean to interrupt. Are you Lori Barber? My name is Y/N. I work with Andy.” She looked relieved to hear your name.

“Of course! Y/N. So nice to meet you. Andy told us all about you. This is our son Jacob.” He waved to you and you very awkwardly waved back.

“Well I won’t keep you. I just wanted to say hi.” She looked like she wanted to talk more but you hightailed it out of there up the stairs. You felt like an asshole. She looked like a perfectly nice person. If you weren’t fucking her husband you’d probably be friends. Damn it. You couldn’t do this with Andy. As much as you wanted to, knowing Lori was in the same building was too much for you.

That bottle of red on your counter was calling your name. You ordered dinner and prepped for your interview. Hopefully you’ll get a decent offer and out of here before you make a bigger mess.

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While you were in the bath Andy texted. You didn’t respond. While you watch tv he texted again. No text back. After the third unanswered text he called.

“Hey, Andy.”

“Are you ghosting me?” He sounded like he was joking but not really

“No. Just busy. What’s up?”

“Nothing. Too busy to see me?”

You wanted to say yes. Yes you were far too busy to spend time with a married man. You wanted to tell him go back to his wife. But you didn’t. “Of course not. I’ll unlock the door.” You were a goner.

A few minutes later you heard him calling your name. “Bedroom.” you called out. You had been crying about it all night but you have to end things before it gets serious. Even though you weren’t really dating and you said no feelings, you knew yourself. Under the facade of an overly ambitious lawyer you were a hopeless romantic. In the very short time you’ve known Andy he’s been a great guy. The fact remained, he was kind of your boss and very much married. You couldn’t continue.

“Hey. Are you crying? What’s wrong?” He sat on the bed and pulled you into his lap. You sobbed harder. “Y/n. Baby? Talk to me.”

“I met Lori and Jacob. He really has your eyes. We can’t do this, Andy. I know you and Lori are going through a rough patch but I can’t do this.” He was crestfallen. He rubbed your hand while you talked nodding where appropriate. When it was finally his turn to talk, he didn’t trust his voice to be strong.

“I know we just met, Y/N but, I’ve never cheated on Lori. Not ever. I slept with you because I liked you from the first moment we met. I know you said no feelings but, I feel like if you weren’t on the verge of caring, you wouldn’t be crying over me right now.” He was right. You felt all the things you weren’t supposed to feel.

You stayed up talking for a few more hours and ended up falling asleep in his arms. When you woke up the next morning he was gone. It was just as well. You got your notes together for your interview and called in.

The whole conversation was amazing. You and the managing partners really hit it off. They were younger than the partners at your current firm. A lot of women on the senior team. Not twenty minutes later did you friend text you to say they wanted you to take a trip out to Chicago.

When you got into the office you asked Caitlin to clear your schedule for the rest of the week and booked your flight. You were due in court so you grabbed your bag and badge and headed out.

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You were one of three attorneys on this case. Today was the voir dire so all you’d be doing was taking notes on possible jurors. One of the team members was unable to make it so Andy filled in. It was a pleasure watching him work. This part of the legal process was generally pretty boring. Watching him was like theater. You were fawning all over him like a school girl. It was frankly disgusting. At the end of the day Andy called a team meeting to compare notes and start working on court strategy.

You worked through dinner. All of you were exhausted by the end of the night. Since you were leaving the next morning, you handed your coworker Jeremy all of your notes and went to your office to pack up.

“Y/N, can you be in a little early tomorrow? I want to run through a couple of things.” Andy called from your doorway.

“Sorry. I’ll actually be in Chicago. Family emergency. I put it on your calendar this morning. Jeremy has all of my notes. I’ll be out of pocket for most of the trip. Shoot me an email if you need something. I’ll try to get back to you.”

He frowned and let out a deep sigh, “I’m sure I don’t need to tell you how important this case is. Can the trip be rescheduled?”

“I’m sorry. It can’t be. Jeremy is up to speed on everything. He’s done just as much leg work as I have on this case. You’re in good hands.” You patted him on the chest and excused yourself.

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Andy got home and grabbed a beer. Jacob was sitting at the table finishing some school work. “How is your new job, Dad?”

“Good. Everyone there is really nice.”

“Mom and I met Y/N at the mailboxes yesterday. She’s pretty.” Andy was surprised that Jacob even noticed you. He’s always staring at his phone.

“Yeah. She’s pretty.” He ruffled Jacob’s hair. “What are you working on?”

Lori came in to grab a water. She looked like she was running on the treadmill. She hadn’t found a good route around the neighborhood yet. “Hey. I didn’t hear you come in. We met your coworker. She was really sweet.”

“She’s the one who put you in touch with Linda Raymond.”

“Oh. That was nice of her. We should have her over for dinner. I remember when I was single I had nothing but wine and old Chinese in my fridge. I’m sure she’d like a home cooked meal.”

Andy was irritated with Lori’s assumption. “She’s a grown woman. I’m sure she feeds herself.” He knew you did because he’s been in your fridge.

“Well anyway. I’d like to thank her. I’ll send her a bottle of wine. Maybe you can ask her assistant what she likes.”

“She drinks Cabernet.”

He got up from the table and changed into his gym clothes. There was a really nice gym on the bottom floor of the building. He had every intention of going there but he couldn’t get you off of his mind. You mentioned all of your family lived down south. What kind of emergency could you have in Chicago. Maybe it was a guy. You didn’t mention one. He didn’t ask. He wouldn’t be surprised if you had a booty call in Chicago. You were distracted all evening texting someone. He pushed the button for your floor.

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Your flight was early so you started packing when you got home. Half way through your wine fueled solo dance party, Andy was at your door. You were a little tipsy and feeling bold so you answered wearing only a tshirt and panties.

“Evening, Andy.” You opened your arms to welcome him inside.

“Evening. Do you have a minute?”

“Sixty an hour, sir and they’re all for you.” He followed behind you to your bedroom.

“Are you drunk?”

“Not yet. But! The night is young.” He watched you dig through your closet selecting dresses and shoes. Nothing very casual.

“You sure do dress up for a family emergency.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“What do you want, Andy?”

“What’s in Chicago?”

“What’s with the questions?”

“Why are you answering my question with a question? Nothing more suspicious.” Fucking lawyers.

“What do you want, Andy? I won’t ask again.”

“You. I won’t see you for a few days and I’ll miss you. If you are going to see a guy, as I suspect by the amount of lingerie you’ve packed, I want you to remember how good you have it at home.”

Your cheeks heated and your cunt started paying attention. “So demanding, Mr. Barber.” You patted him on the head and attempted to walk away from him. He grabbed your hips and ran his hands under your tshirt over your bare belly. “Andy, we agreed.”

“No, you agreed. I did not. I still want you.” His index finger stroked the wet spot on your panties. “Looks like you still want me too.” Your eyes fluttered closed as you leaned into his touch. He nuzzled your clothed pussy nipped and sucked. His hand rubbed broad strokes over you before he pulled them down and began flicking his tongue over your clit. You let out a low moan of appreciation. “Want me to stop?”

“Andy…” He cupped your pussy and slipped in two fingers grinding the palm of his hand against your clit.

“What’s that, honey? Answer me. Do you want me to stop?” His body was pressed against yours.

“No. God no. But you have to. Your wife…”

“Don’t worry about her. Worry about yourself. Do you want me to stop? Tell me to stop.” he growled into your ear. He pressed his erection into your hip she continued finger fucking you.

Your head went blank and your pussy took over again. “Don’t stop. Please, Andy. Never stop fucking me.”

He spent the rest of the night squeezing every last ounce of pleasure from your body. You showered and ate a very late dinner after which you fell asleep watching a movie. This was a level of bliss you had never enjoyed in your whole life. You were falling in love with him. Fuck your stupid feelings.

Your very full bladder nudged you awake. As you slipped back into bed, Andy’s phone screen illuminated the very dark room. You went to turn it off and saw several missed calls and texts from Lori.

You felt like you were doing something horribly wrong. Not like you could see anything she said. You weren’t sure if you should wake him. But, what if it was an emergency? Something could be wrong with Jacob. You nudged his shoulder but he didn’t budge. This man slept like the dead.

“Andy? Wake up.” you whispered in his ear.

“Hmm? What’s wrong?”

“Lori keeps calling. I wasn’t sure if it was an emergency.”

He grumbled and scowled at the device. “It’s nothing. Go back to sleep.”

“It has to be something or else she wouldn’t have called you so many times.”

“I missed counseling tonight. She’s pissed.”

“Go home, Andy. I can get myself to the airport.”

“No. I’m with you tonight. She’ll have me the rest of the week. Come back to bed. Please, baby. I have to get my fill of you before you leave.”

You had a choice here. You could get back in that bed and spend the rest of the night with this beautiful man. You could feel happy and loved and ignore the fact that, two floors up Lori was likely pacing the floor. Or, you could tell him about Chicago and be done with this mess. You chose option B. It was going to hurt like hell but you had to rip off that bandage.

“What’s in Chicago is a position with a major firm. I’ve already had my first interview. They asked me to fly out for a few days. They’ll make me an offer and I’m going to accept.” He was silent. “Say something. Please.”

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” You smacked him in the face with your pillow. “Ow! Hey! What the fuck?! Stop it. Y/N stop! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

You were pissed and on the verge of tears. You switched on the bedside lamp and paced the floor mumbling to yourself. “We’ve only known each other for a couple of weeks. Fuck you. You aren’t falling for me. You’re in love with the fantasy that is our relationship.” You took his left hand and pointed to his wedding band, “As long as this is on your finger, you belong to Lori. You will never be mine. Go home, Andy. I’m going into that bathroom. When I come out, you need to be gone. Who the fuck says they’re falling for someone right before they get on a plane?! You’re almost guaranteeing it will crash.”

That stupid wedding ring. He never took it off. It must be graphed to his skin by now. You felt it when you held hands. It pressed into your breasts when he grabbed them. He was never aware of it but you always were. Painfully aware.

After a few minutes you heard your front door slam. You popped a nerve pill and got back in bed. Fuck Andy fucking Barber for being so perfect. Fuck your stupid pussy for getting you involved in the first place and fuck your stupid heart for feeling anything. You cried yourself to sleep.

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At six am Andy stood in his floor to ceiling window drinking his coffee. He saw you pacing the street waiting for your Uber that was five minutes late. The guy didn’t even take your bag. The car sped away taking his whole future with it.

He couldn’t fathom why you had such a soft spot for his wife. You had from the first time you met. You got her a job and went on a one woman crusade to save their marriage. He guessed you just felt like she had gone through enough. Andy hadn’t really forgiven her for almost killing them in that crash. She didn’t forgive him for his father’s involvement in Jacob’s acquittal. There was no going back. He filed for divorce the next day. Whether the two of you got together or not, he and Lori were done.

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When you got home you went to the mailbox first. You had a few magazines stacked on the table. You guessed no one wanted to steal your copy of Forbes. You saw Lori and smiled. Your earbuds were still blasting away so you didn’t immediately hear her talking.

“I’m so sorry. Did you say something?”

“It’s ok. I’m used to it with Jacob. I said I never got to thank you for passing on my information to Linda. I got the job.” (you already knew) “Anyway. I wanted to invite you for dinner sometime as a thank you.”

“I appreciate it. You really don’t have to.”

“Nonsense. I can use the company since Andy moved out.”

You dropped your things and cursed under your breath. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”

“It’s ok. It was a long time coming. Let me know what works for you. I’m good anytime really.” She got onto the elevator and you stood in the lobby frozen.

You didn’t want to let Andy know you knew right away so you just sent him a quick message. “I’m back.” When you got back into your place your phone rang.

“Did you take the job?” He hadn’t even given you a chance to say hello.

“I did. They need me there in a month. Taking on a class action. I’ll wrap up what I can here and then I’m gone.”

“And I can’t convince you to stay.”

“It’s a really impressive offer. I can’t pass it up.”

“I filed for divorce.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” (No you weren’t)

“So I have a month to make you fall in love with me.”

“Andy…”

“Can I come over?” Say no. End it. Absolutely not.

“Sure. No physical contact.”

“I’ll be a perfect gentleman.” Now if you could only say the same for yourself.

#andy barber smut #andy barber x y/n #andy barber #defending jacob

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chicgeekgirl89 · 4 years ago

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In Between the Highs and Lows, There’s You and Me

Fandom: 911 Lone Star

Characters: T.K. Strand, Carlos Reyes

Rating: T

Summary: A series of missing moments between T.K. and Carlos from episode 2x10 "With a Little Help From My Friends." Featuring: T.K. and his innuendos, Carlos as the most understanding person ever, and both of them being ridiculous and sweet.

A/N: Our boys have moved in together and I am very happy! Huge thanks to @bluenet13 who told me to just write a post-ep and not think about it too much. And who also checks my Spanish because she's a wonderful human being! Enjoy!

AO3/ff.net

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“I’m very handy?” Carlos said as soon as Owen walked out the door. “T.K. seriously?”

“Well you are,” T.K. said, a smirk all over his face as he hooked the waistline of Carlos’ pants with one finger and pulled him close.

“Yeah but in front of your dad? You might as well as have said, ‘Hey dad, my boyfriend and I had sex on that couch two days ago.’”

T.K. rolled his eyes. “He could not care less. He probably didn’t even notice.”

“Yeah well I did,” Carlos protested, though not very strongly considering the way T.K. was pressing up against him right now.

“Apologies officer, it won’t happen again.”

One look at T.K.’s face told Carlos that it absolutely would. “Tu si eres tonto,” Carlos muttered.

“But you love me anyway,” T.K. said with a grin, leaning forward and capturing Carlos’ mouth in a kiss.

Things quickly got out of hand. Things with T.K. usually did. The kiss deepened, T.K.’s hands coming up to run through Carlos’ curls, while Carlos’ skated up and down his sides.

When T.K. pulled away and moved to kiss Carlos’ neck, Carlos felt himself sag a little bit into his boyfriend’s embrace even as reason tried to take over. “T.K.,” he said weakly and then swallowed hard as T.K. nipped at his earlobe. “T.K. we have a lot to unpack.”

T.K. paused for a moment to look up at him, lips swollen, chest heaving, eyes full of mischief and desire. “I live here now right?”

“Yes.”

“Then it will still be here to unpack later.” T.K. said, attacking Carlos’ mouth once more, reaching for the bottom of his shirt and stripping it off over his head in between kisses.

And Carlos gave in. Because he always gave in to T.K. Because he loved this crazy, slightly reckless, sexy man he’d chosen to share his life with.

T.K. moved Carlos backward toward the stairs and then had to catch him because Carlos stumbled over a box of what was probably more of T.K.’s shoes. The man had so. many. shoes. “See, this is why we should unpack first,” Carlos said breathlessly. “This place is a fire hazard.”

“Mmm…pretty sure I’m the former firefighter in this relationship and I think it’s fine,” T.K. said before he leaned in and whispered something so dirty in Carlos’ ear that he forgot how to breathe for a moment.

“Well I guess the bed is unpacked,” Carlos managed as T.K. grinned, proud of how much sway he had over his boyfriend.

“See, now you’re thinking.” T.K. grabbed his hand and tugged him up the stairs. Carlos smiled that stupid, besotted smile that only T.K. could cause and let himself be pulled along. If this was what living together was going to be like, he could get used to it.

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T.K. stormed through the front door, letting it slam shut behind him as he hurled his backpack to the floor. “Whoa,” Carlos said, looking up from where he was sitting on the couch. “What’s wrong?”

T.K. bit his lip and put his hands on his hips. “My dad cancelled his fucking surgery.”

Carlos set his book down and sat forward. “What? Why would he do that?”

“I don’t know!” T.K. threw up his hands in exasperation. “I only found out because Mateo told me. Apparently the night after I moved out, the two of them got all liquored up and my dad just…confessed all these things to him. Including that he is no longer scheduled for surgery.”

T.K. paced back and forth, so agitated he could hardly see straight. “He lied to me. Again.”

“Hey,” Carlos got up and gently put his hands on T.K.’s shoulder to stop his frantic movements. “It’s going to be okay.”

T.K. looked up into his eyes, tears pricking at his own. “I don’t know if I can do this anymore,” he said desperately. “Carlos I—”

“It’s all right.” Carlos wrapped his arms around him and pressed his lips to his hair. “It’s all right. I’ve got you.”

They stood there for several long moments as T.K. breathed through the whirlwind of thoughts assaulting his mind. When he finally pulled back he felt calmer, but something like grief still sat heavily in his stomach. “God I swear, sometimes I wonder if he’s ever told me the truth a day in his life,” he said with a sniff, wiping at his eyes.

“Sometimes parents aren’t very good at being parents; even when they love us,” Carlos murmured, cupping T.K.’s face gently and running a thumb over his cheek.

T.K. closed his eyes and let his head fall against Carlos’ shoulder, Carlos’ arms tightening around him in another hug. “I just don’t get it,” T.K. said. “Any of it. Why he didn’t just schedule it in the first place. Why he didn’t tell me that he cancelled it. God, it’s like he thinks I’m always about three seconds from a bender. No matter how many times I tell him I’m good he hides things from me. First the cancer, then the baby, now this.”

“For what it’s worth, I don’t think it’s about you,” Carlos said. “I think he can’t handle his own feelings about it. So instead he hides the truth. From himself as much as you.”

The words soothed his raging spirit in the way that only Carlos could. T.K. looked up, frowning slightly. “How do you always know the right thing to say?”

“Lots of practice talking down angry suspects,” Carlos said, cupping the back of his neck and pressing a quick kiss to his forehead. “Come on. I made bolognese. You’ll feel better after you eat.”

Carlos started to walk away but T.K. caught his hand and pulled him back, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Thank you,” he said.

Carlos smiled and brushed a hand over his cheek. “We’ll figure it out. I promise.”

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T.K. leaned his head back in the passenger seat a sigh escaping him. Carlos looked at him tentatively from the driver’s seat. “Are you sure you want to leave like this?” he asked.

T.K. blew out a breath. “No. What I want is for him to see what a freaking idiot he’s being and how much the whole team cares about him so that he reschedules the stupid fucking surgery and we can be done with this.” He shook his head. “But he’s too god damn stubborn for that so we may as well go home.”

Carlos turned the car on and they drove home in near silence. He could practically feel the anger and confusion and sadness pouring off of T.K., but the best he could offer was a hand to hold at red lights.

“I think I need some time by myself,” T.K. said when they got home, defeat in every line of his face, the heavy sag of his shoulders.

“Okay,” Carlos said. “I’m here if you want to talk.”

“Thanks.”

When Carlos had first met the Strands he’d been envious; they seemed so close. Weird for sure, but a tight knit unit, the way a family should be. Nothing like the awkwardness he’d felt for so long around his own parents; constantly worrying that he would slip up and say something that would cause them to push him out of their lives putting a strain on their relationship.

But the more he saw of Owen Strand and the more T.K. revealed about his past, the more Carlos saw the cracks. T.K.’s constant need to please, his tendency to shut others out, all brought on by the emotional loss of his dad at such a young age. And the way Owen tried not to bother T.K., not to involve him in any of the more sordid details of his own life, to pretend that everything was a-okay at all time, probably as a result of his own regrets and guilt over T.K.’s choice of coping mechanisms in pills and booze.

They loved hard, but it was a broken love.

He heard the shower turn on as he checked his email and then busied himself with tidying up the kitchen and living room. They still hadn’t found a home for everything of T.K.’s so he did a little sorting and rearranging, but it was mostly him just trying to keep his hands busy so that he could pretend to ignore the gnawing worry in his gut about his boyfriend.

When an hour and a half passed and T.K. still hadn’t reappeared Carlos started to get concerned. He didn’t want to cross any boundaries, but he was also conscious of how T.K. tended to shut down when upset.

“T.K.?” he called as he walked up the stairs.

There was no response and it caused Carlos’ heart to beat faster as he reached the top and walked down the short hallway to their bedroom.

T.K. was sitting on the floor next to the bed, knees drawn up to his chest, hands covering his face. “Hey,” Carlos dropped beside him so they were shoulder to shoulder, wrapping an arm around T.K.’s shoulders, his other hand coming to rest on T.K.’s knee. “Talk to me.”

T.K. took a shaky breath and leaned heavily into Carlos’ side. “I shouldn’t have left him. This was a mistake. I should have seen it. All the signs were there and I missed them. It took Mateo one night to figure it out.”

“T.K. he didn’t tell you. Did he give you any indication when you suggested moving out that he was upset about it?”

“No. No he was supportive and happy for me. But I should have known that he couldn’t handle it on his own. Heck the last time he got bad news he moved us across the country. My mom leaving…it’s tearing him up. And then I left him too, all alone in that house without anybody but a dog for company.”

Carlos sat with him quietly for a moment. “T.K. what do you want?”

T.K. looked up at him confused. “What do you mean?”

“Do you want to go back and live with him? Because if you do, that won’t change anything for us.”

“No. God, no I…” he swallowed. “I want to be here with you.”

“Your dad is a grown man, T.K. His feelings are not your responsibility or your fault. If he’s struggling, he needs to be strong enough to get some help. Just like you did.”

T.K. blew out a breath. “It’s crazy how he thinks that telling me things will make me fall off the wagon when really it’s him not telling me stuff that drives me to the edge.”

“Do you need me to take your wallet and keys tonight?” Carlos asked quietly.

T.K. shook his head. “No. No I’m okay. I…being here with you is enough.”

“He’s going to get through this,” Carlos told him. “Your dad is a good person. And smart. He’s going to figure it out. And I’m with you every step of the way, whatever that looks like.”

T.K. looked up at him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He nudged T.K.’s shoulder. “You know what would help distract you right now?”

“What?”

“Dealing with all these boxes we never unpacked because someone insisted on having move-in sex.”

“Or,” T.K. countered. “We could have ‘my dad is making stupid life choices and I’m upset about it sex’ instead.”

Carlos wrinkled his nose and laughed. “Yeah. As much as I love having sex with you, I don’t think either of us should be interested in that kind. Come on.” He pulled T.K. to his feet. “Someone has to figure out where to put Marlon Blendo.”

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A/N: I swear it did occur to me until many hours after I wrote this that talking about things being a fire hazard in the condo is...very foreboding considering what's coming in a couple weeks. Ah well! Also I have a personal head canon that Carlos is a big reader, so that will likely be making appearances in future fics.

#911 Lone Star #Tarlos #Carlos Reyes #T.K. Strand #Tarlos Fanfic #Emotional Whump #Missing moments fic #And a little bit of smexy times #In Between the Highs and Lows There's You and Me #911 LS 2x10

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sevlgi · 5 years ago

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selfish

requested: yes

group: blackpink

pairing: rosé x fem!reader

genre: angst

contents: idol!rosé, no happy ending

warnings: self-deprecation, possibly triggering insults

synopsis: As Rosé gains more and more fame, maybe she starts to lose sight of what’s important. Is it selfish that she still wants to hold on?

a/n: it’s pride month!!!! 🌈🌈 i know you requested for a happy ending, but I couldn’t find a way to fit it in, but I hope you enjoy

word count: 3.1k

Chaeyoung hasn’t been home in a while.

You know she doesn’t officially live with you- she shares a dorm with her members, a dorm in which she’s expected to live in- but ever since you started dating, Chaeyoung spent more and more time in your apartment, so much so that she has mentioned several times that it feels like home to her.

The apartment really just represents your mind. It doesn’t belong to her, no, but half the things inside are about her; most of the pictures inside are of the two of you, and you can’t recall which of the clothes draped over chairs and hung on hangers are actually yours. Even when she isn’t there, you see her everywhere, in memories or picture frames alike.

But she hasn’t been home in so long. Your communication mostly consists of short, curt texts or cut-off phone calls; honestly, she talks to her producer more than she talks to you.

It feels odd to have the entire bed to yourself again, after you’ve shared it with her so many nights. You have an entire bottle of the shampoo that she prefers, just because she visits so often, and you find yourself using it just because you miss the smell of her.

She’s rescheduled or completely cancelled all of your dates, saying she’s busy and leaving you to watch the Vlive that takes priority over you.

You knew it wasn’t going to be easy to date an idol, but Chaeyoung was such an incredible girlfriend at the beginning. Sure, she missed dates occasionally, but even you do sometimes because of work. Chaeyoung always made time for you and made you feel important and loved, but recently, you feel like an abandoned side project.

She’s visiting tonight, but you don’t know why- you hope it’s for an impromptu date, so you prepare her favorite foods, enough to feed an army. You wear a little bit of makeup and you do your hair, glancing at the clock every so often with a bubbly, giddy feeling in your stomach. Why shouldn’t you be excited? You’re seeing your girlfriend again, after weeks!

Chaeyoung arrives 45 minutes later than she said she would, but you don’t mind. You open the door with the biggest smile on your face, only to find her telling her manager she won’t be long. “Hey, baby,” she smiles and breezes past you into the apartment. “Wow, that’s a lot of food. Are you expecting someone?”

You feel like you’re about to cry as she starts rifling through the pile of her clothes that you neatly folded and reserved a corner of the couch for. “Um, I thought you were visiting me? For dinner?”

“Ah, I can’t tonight,” she apologizes. At least, it sounds like she’s apologizing. “I have an award show, I just needed to grab this.” She waves around a blouse, one that you remember she accidentally left at your place after a performance. “Thanks, jagi, I promise we can have a date sometime soon.”

With that, she’s gone, and you’re left staring at the closed door, feeling stupid in your jeans and styled hair, with half-melted candles still flickering on the dinner table and the food already cold.

On Jennie’s birthday a few days later, the members invite you to come over and have cake with them. You’re incredibly grateful to Lisa for extending the invitation- the maknae is close with Chaeyoung and knows that you haven’t seen each other in a while.

“Hey, Y/N!” she exclaims as she opens the door, giving you a short hug. Jisoo waves at you from over Lisa’s shoulder, and Jennie shouts a greeting at you from inside her room. “It’s so good to see you.”

You smile warmly at her, placing the present you bought for Jennie on the table. It’s nothing special, just some cute things you got for her last time you went overseas. “You too, Lisa. Do you know where Chaeng is?”

Jisoo exchanges a look with Jennie as the younger girl comes out of her room. You can’t read their expressions; you never were very close with either of them. “Ah, she went out to pick up some more food,” Jennie says finally, giving you a quick smile and patting the chair next to her. “She’ll be back in a few minutes, she just texted me.”

“Okay,” you smile, sitting. It’s unmistakable that something’s wrong- honestly, the first clue was that Chaeyoung wasn’t the one to invite you over. “Have you talked to your family yet, Jennie?”

You let Jennie start talking, thankful for the fact that she understands that you just want to wait for your girlfriend. Jisoo decides that you’ll wait for the blonde to come back before you start having cake, so you just sit and listen to the members talk.

Suddenly, you’re interrupted by a crashing sound. All four of you stop talking and look towards the entrance, where Chaeyoung stands amidst a group of dropped grocery bags. “Yah, Chaeyoung, who let you drop the bags?” Jisoo jokes in an attempt to lighten the mood.

It’s obvious that Chaeyoung doesn’t want to see you; her eyes are fixed on you and her expression is halfway between shocked and angry. She doesn’t make a move to pick up the bags, and the smile on your face drops. “What’re you doing here?”

Lisa cuts in, “I invited her. You haven’t seen her in a while, I thought it would be nice for Y/N to celebrate Jennie’s birthday with us. Is something wrong?”

Chaeyoung smiles, but it looks forced, and you can all tell. “No, nothing’s wrong.”

You decide to speak up; the atmosphere has never been quite so awkward with the five of you together in a room before. “I can leave, if you want? You’ve just been so busy, and I wanted to see you...”

“Yeah, I’ve been busy,” Chaeyoung snaps at you. “Being an idol is hard work, you know?”

“I... yes, I know,” you answer, taken aback; even in the few fights the two of you had before, Chaeyoung was never so hostile. “I just missed you...”

The blonde stalks closer to you, and the anger is palpable in her expression now. “No, you don’t know. It’s hard to have your life out there and so much to do, I just don’t have time for you sometimes! So stop being so selfish!”

Everyone looks shocked, and you can feel your tears just begging to pour out, but you try your best to keep your voice steady. “I’m not being selfish, Chaeng. I’ve been patient, right? I don’t force you to come and see me...”

Your girlfriend rolls her eyes. “Come on, don’t you think I know that you were trying to guilt me into staying by making dinner? I have a life, you know.”

“I made dinner because I thought you wanted to see me!” Your heart feels like it’s ramming into your ribcage over and over again, filling your head with pounding. “I thought you were going to stay.”

Chaeyoung almost snarls now. “Why would I? I have better things to do than have dinner with you, you know. It’s a waste of time.”

Jisoo tries to intervene now, saying pleadingly, “Chaeng, that’s not fair...”

You shake your head quickly, dabbing at your eyes with your sleeve. “It’s fine, Jisoo. I shouldn’t have come. Jennie, happy birthday, it was nice to see all of you.” You do your best to exit with grace, but you can’t help the hot tears pouring down your face when your girlfriend doesn’t even make an effort to ask you to stay.

Lisa calls out after you, “Y/N, wait!” But you’ve already run too far down the hall to hear her.

All the members stare at Chaeyoung. “Chaeng, why...?” Jennie starts, looking confused. “Why would you say that to her?”

Chaeyoung frowns, “She intruded on our celebration. I didn’t invite her, but she still came here to find me.”

“I invited her,” Lisa interjects now. The maknae looks the most confused out of all the members; she remembers all the times you and Chaeyoung were so lovey-dovey together that she could’ve thrown up, and now there seems to be miles between the two of you. “I asked her to come, I thought you wanted to see her.”

The blonde hesitates. “Wait, you invited her?” At her best friends’ nods, she pauses in her anger. “Oh. I thought she crashed Jennie’s birthday just to find me.”

Jisoo sighs, “Even if she did that, we wouldn’t be mad. She’s your girlfriend, it’s natural for her to miss you. You shouldn’t have said all that to her just because you’re stressed.”

Chaeyoung attempts a careless shrug and sits down next to her members. “Maybe not. But I don’t have time for her drama right now.”

“Drama?” Jennie asks, eyes narrowing a bit. “Y/N wasn’t even willing to come at first. When we invited her, she didn’t think you would want to see her, but Lisa begged her to come. You haven’t seen her for weeks, you don’t think she misses you?”

Crossing her arms, the maknae scowls, “Yeah, do you know how much I had to beg her? She knew this would happen, and that’s why she didn’t want to come.”

The blonde looks between her friends, then looks to Jisoo, the last peaceful one at the table. “I... I didn’t know.”

“Of course you didn’t,” Jisoo sighs. “But even if you didn’t know, even if we didn’t invite her, you never should have called her selfish or a waste of time.”

Hearing her own words coming from her unnie feels like a direct hit to the face and Chaeyoung snaps out of it. True, she has been incredibly busy and stressed the past couple of weeks, but how could she say that to you, her girlfriend? She suddenly remembers all the dishes you had prepared for her a few days ago, dishes that you let go cold as you waited.

She remembers how all the clothes she left at your house were laundered and neatly folded when she went to pick them up, how all the cosmetics and things she left behind were so lovingly placed and cared for. And she called you a waste of time. “Oh... oh my god,” she exhales, tears pricking at her eyes as she puts her face in her hands. “I...”

Lisa still looks a bit angry, but Jennie places her hand on the younger girl’s back, rubbing lightly. “Chaeng... You need to find her. We’ll wait for you.”

“Are you sure?” Chaeyoung asks, lifting her head. At her members’ nods and comforting smiles, she stands up. “Okay. I can fix this.”

“Y/N?” she shouts, bolting out of the dorm and into the street. Some people turn around to look at her, but none of the faces are the one she’s looking for. “Have you seen Y/N? She’s about this tall, pretty, dressed in a dark coat...”

When everyone she talks to shakes their heads, Chaeyoung starts running to your apartment. As the bitter wind whips across her cheeks and tosses her hair, Chaeyoung remembers how many times she had run to you after a disastrous music show or a sasaeng attack. She remembers all the times she escaped in the middle of the night just to see you, to kiss you.

As she runs, tears start falling, even as she furiously wipes them away. All of a sudden, she’s at your door, hesitating when her fist is just a few inches away from the door. She can hear sniffling, sobbing, and her heart aches to think that it’s because of her.

You never cried in front of her; you were always the one who gave her a shoulder to cry on, an embrace at her worst times. Now, Chaeyoung stands outside your door, able to hear your heart-wrenching sobs loud and clear.

Part of her wonders what would happen if she knocks, if she lets herself inside and kisses you. But Chaeyoung is too much of a coward, and she turns around and walks away, silent tears pouring down her face and your cries echoing in her head.

Chaengggg [6:11] jagi, I’m so sorry

Chaengggg [6:12] Y/N, please

Chaengggg [6:12] I should never have said that, please forgive me

Chaengggg [6:15] baby?

read at 6:15 pm

“Chaeng? Yah, Chaeyoung!”

The blonde almost jumps when she hears Lisa calling her. The maknae looks impatient, standing in the next aisle of the supermarket, waiting for Chaeyoung to catch up. Lisa has been more and more irritable with her unnie recently, despite the older girls’ attempts to soothe her. “Pay attention, please!”

“Sorry,” the blonde mumbles, jogging to catch up with the other girls.

“Is it Y/N?” Jennie asks, putting her hands on her hips. “Look, Chaeng, I know you’re worried because she wasn’t home, but you need to focus. For the Blinks.”

For the Blinks. Of course Chaeyoung loved her fans- they were the reason she was so successful and famous, the reason she could keep pursuing her dream. But what was all that worth without love?

Before, Chaeyoung prioritized her career over everything, and when she met you, she wasn’t sure if she would have time for a relationship. But she loved you so much, it would have been worth it to lose her career if she could be with you forever.

Something changed a few weeks ago, and even Chaeyoung wasn’t sure what it was. She changed enough to ignore you for weeks on end, to cancel an anniversary date because of a last-minute meeting with her producer. When she thought back, she was ashamed of how she had acted towards you. She treated your caring reminders to have dinner as you being selfish and rushing her to come home, and she didn’t notice everything you did for her.

You haven’t responded to her texts. She realizes how hard it was to be respectful, to not spam you with texts asking you to respond or talk to her, and suddenly, Chaeyoung realizes just how much damage she had unconsciously inflicted on you. “Chaeng, how about I go with you to get some ice cream?” Jisoo offers. “Lisa and Jennie can go and finish off the list.”

With that, Jisoo links her arm with the blonde and sets off. It’s smart of the older girl to distract Chaeyoung with food and keep her away from Lisa and Jennie, both of whom don’t seem to agree with the blonde recently.

Suddenly, Chaeyoung stops in her tracks, locking eyes with you as you stand a few feet away. You look terrible, and Chaeyoung can’t believe she couldn’t see your panda eyes and drawn face before. “Hi, Jisoo, Rosé,” you greet them. It hurts to not hear you call her ‘Chaeng’ or ‘Chaeyoung’ or one of the pet names she has.

“Y/N,” Chaeyoung breathes out, stepping closer to you. Jisoo lets go of her and goes off to look at ice cream, but the blonde doesn’t notice. “You... you look tired.”

“Do I?” you laugh, rubbing at your eyes as if that’ll make your dark circles go away. “I swear I put on concealer before I left the house.”

Humor. That was always your fallback whenever you were angry, or sad, or anything, really. “Baby...”

You shake your head. “Ch- Rosé, don’t call me that. Please.”

“I’m sorry,” the blonde begs, voice starting to shake. “Please, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I haven’t been able to focus, I’m so worried. I... I want to fix this. Us.”

“Was there ever really an us?” you ask, and your voice sounds so, so bitter. It matches your wan face. “I thought I was just a waste of time.”

Chaeyoung feels like you’ve just slapped her in the face by throwing her words back at her. “No! No, please, jagi, you’re not a waste of time. You’re... I love you, okay? I’ve always loved you, even if I was so rude to you. Please, I’ll do anything.”

“Tell me, Rosé, what have you done?” Your expression isn’t angry like Chaeyoung expected it would be- instead, you just look tired, heavy, bitter. You look so much older than she remembered you did when you laughed with her and kissed her, when she still made time for you. “I was always the one who put in the work. Wouldn’t asking me to forgive you be selfish now?”

Selfish.

She told you you were selfish when you just wanted to see her, when all you did was care for her and love her. And now, Chaeyoung can’t blame you for saying the same thing to her, not when you’re right that she was never the one who put in the work. “I’m sorry, but I can’t handle this, being tossed around like one of your toys,” you continue. “I still love you. But you need to think about whether you really love me or not, don’t be selfish and hold onto me just because you’ll miss the way we used to be.”

Chaeyoung can’t stop the tears now, even as she holds her hands up to her face to stifle her sobs. You’re right- asking you to stay now, asking you to go back to being the only one trying in the relationship, would be selfish. And it’s selfish that Chaeyoung clasps on your hand in an attempt to get you to stay, but she can’t help it.

“I’m sorry,” she sobs, words broken by her tears and the empty look in your eyes. “You were never selfish, it’s all my fault. I’m the selfish one. But please, please give me another chance.”

It feels like she’s letting go of her life when your hand slips out from between her fingers, the warmth of them lingering like a long-gone memory as you go.

She collapses, picked back up by the strong hands of her members, but she can’t help but feel empty too, like you took her heart with you when you walked away, a fragile glass ornament in your hands.

Chaeyoung thinks her heart is cracking right in half, but she realizes that your heart had long since shattered in her hands too. She feels like she’s bleeding as she watches you disappear, cut and pricked by the tiny, stabbing shards of your long-shattered heart.

But even if she bleeds to death, she’ll keep holding those shards as tightly as she can. Because it’s all she has left.

Is it selfish to want to hold on to what used to be?

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Awkward meetings (GN!reader)

Request: "Awkward first meeting for all the boys" and "Awkward first meeting and You lost something very important to you and they’re helping you look for it with Frankie Morales" for @luminescentlily

(Boys included are: Din, Javier Peña, Agent Whiskey, Frankie Morales, Max Phillips, Marcus P, and Marcus M.

Warnings: None?

A/N: Sorry this took so long to write. I had to leave a few boys out due to writer's block (Ezra, Tovar, and Zach Wellison), and I wanted to get this posted rather than continuing to stare at the screen in hopes of my brain miraculously functioning. To make up for my lack of inspiration at least a little bit, I added Marcus Moreno. Hope that's ok :)

Din Djarin

You feel a tug at your pant leg. Looking down, you are greeted by a pair of large watery eyes and big green ears. “Well hello there,” you smile, crouching down to be closer to the small child. “Where’s your family?”

He simply responds by lifting his arms towards you. You take that to mean he’d like to be lifted up. Scanning through over the crowded marketplace, you search for someone who the kid might belong to. You really have no idea what you’re looking for, having never seen anything like him, but you search nonetheless.

“Hey!” an angry voice calls out behind you. You whirl around, and before you know what’s happening, the child has been torn from your grasp and there’s a blaster to your head.

“I wasn’t going to hurt him I swear, I was just trying to find his family,” you blurt out, raising your hands in surrender.

The figure in front of you doesn’t respond at first, keeping his blaster pointed at you while he inspects the child for injury.

“Why did you have him?” The voice from under the helmet demands.

“I just found him by himself and I wanted to make sure he found his family,” you explain, voice shaking. “Are you his… Does he belong to you?”

“… yes.” He cautiously returns his blaster to its holster.

“I’m sorry,” you relax. “I didn’t mean to scare you. He’s just so… small. I didn’t want him to stay lost.”

The Mandalorian clutches the kid close to his chest as if he’s afraid they’ll be separated again. “Thank you.” He nods his head just enough for you to see the motion.

Javier Peña

“Shit, I’m going to be so fucking late,” you mutter to yourself, walking as fast as you can without sending the tall stack of papers in your arms flying.

On your way down the hall, you start going down your mental checklist.

‘Closed the window so the cat doesn’t escape? Check.’

‘Turned off the lights? Check.’

‘Locked the front door? Fuck.’

You stop in your tracks. How could you forget to lock your front door? You spin on your heel and run back towards your apartment, your one free hand switching between searching for your keys and adjusting the unstable tower balanced on your other arm.

In your haste to get your apartment locked so you can get to work on time, you fail to watch where you’re going.

Your body smacks into another. You fall backwards, losing your grip on the meticulously organised files. They scatter across the floor, completely losing the order you’d spent all night putting them in. The wind is knocked out of you for just long enough to hear the man you ran into grumping about how you should watch where you’re going.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I’m running late, I should’ve been paying more attention.” You pull yourself to your knees and start gathering your work off the floor. You’d normally stand and make sure the man you ran into is okay, but things at work are tense as it is, and being even later than you already are isn’t going to reflect well on you. Especially now that all of last night’s hard work needs to be done over.

You expect him to get up and walk past you. After his reaction to being practically tackled, you wouldn’t expect him to give you more than a second thought. But then a stack of papers lands on top of the one you’re already holding.

Your eyes shoot up to meet his. “You okay? You hit the ground kind of hard there,” Your neighbour asks.

You swallow thickly. “y-yeah, I’m fine,” you give a shaky smile. “How about you?”

“I’m all right, just running a bit late,” He offers a hasty smile before helping you to your feet. “I gotta get to work, but um, I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, momentarily forgetting how late you are.

Agent Whiskey

‘Ugh I really needed this day off,’ you type underneath the photo before pressing send.

You place your phone on the edge of the tub before relaxing back into the warm water.

It isn’t long before your phone buzzes. Your eyes widen in horror at the response:

‘I think you’ve got the wrong number, darlin’.’ It’s paired with a photo of a man you’ve never met.

He is kinda cute though. You’d never think the whole “unironically cowboy” thing could ever work but… No. No. You can’t be thinking that kind of stuff. You just texted a stranger a photo of you in the bath for fuck’s sakes, you can’t be attracted to him after that!

You frantically scroll up to examine the photo you sent, breathing a sigh of relief when you confirm that the photo you sent didn’t have anything too revealing in it; between the angle of the camera and the bubbles in your bath, nothing too embarrassing is visible.

‘Shit, I’m so sorry, that was meant for a friend ’

You pick up the shred of paper your best friend scribbled their new number on while you were at lunch with them yesterday, to figure out what happened.

‘not a problem, It’s a nice distraction from this god awful meeting I’m stuck in’

You frown. ‘You’re in a meeting and you’re texting a total stranger?’

You return your gaze to the phone number in your hand. “what in the fuck,” you say aloud to yourself. The second to last digit. It’s supposed to be a 4. Not a 9.

A shaky photo appears on your phone. It’s obviously taken from peeking just the camera of his phone over the edge of the table.

‘Damn, that looks like a serious meeting, shouldn’t you be paying attention?’ If you were texting at work, especially in a meeting, you’d have your ass handed to you unless someone was dying (and even then, it would depend on what kind of mood your boss is in that day). And this guy is just casually texting you, a stranger, during a meeting with people who look like they make more money weekly than what your whole car is worth.

‘I’m a bit more concerned that I don’t even know the name of the person who texted me such a lovely photo 😉’

‘It’s Y/N.’ you send. ‘And please delete that picture, that’s kinda private’ you ask, crossing your fingers that he respects that.

‘Already done. Mine’s Jack, since you obviously weren’t going to ask 🤠’

A soft smile appears on your face. Maybe it is kind of okay that you accidentally typed in the wrong number. Or… it will be after you (lovingly) cuss out your friend for having such bad handwriting.

Frankie Morales

“Shit.” You mutter to yourself, searching through your pockets. “shitshitshitshitshitshitshit” You swear you just had them. Or… maybe you left them on the counter back at the library?

You turn around to run back, rifling through your bag. You only make it a few steps before you’re knocked backwards to the ground.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” you blurt the moment you catch your breath again. Barely sparing a glance towards the man you ran into, you start gathering your books.

“No, no. I’m sorry,” the man insists. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.” He helps to gather your books.

“You okay?” he finally asks.

You look up at him and freeze. He’s really cute. In the ‘I give the best hugs in the world’ kind of way.

“Yeah,” you respond breathlessly. “I just think I lost my car keys at the library, and I’m running late for lunch with a friend.” You mentally kick yourself. You just ran over the only attractive man you’ve seen since moving here, and then the first thing you do is overshare?

“Oh, did you want some help looking?” he immediately offers.

“I wouldn’t want to be any trouble.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he shrugs. “I’ve got lunch plans I’m desperately trying to find an excuse to get out of, so you’re helping me, really.”

“Okay, um… sure,” you nod. “an extra set of eyes looking wouldn’t hurt.”

“Cool. I’m Frankie.”

You introduce yourself and shake his outstretched hand.

The two of you make your way back towards the library.

“so…” you break the uncomfortable silence. “Lousy lunch plans, huh?”

“…yeah,” Frankie falls silent for a moment. “A couple of guys I used to serve with invited me out and I didn’t really have an excuse to say no.”

“Don’t get along with them?”

“We used to be friends, but I’m kind of rethinking that lately.”

“Oh,” you debate asking more questions. But then again, he doesn’t have to answer if he doesn’t want to, right? “Did… did something happen?”

“Convinced me to go to South America a while back, which would’ve been fine, except we kind of got stuck there, and my wife was left alone with the baby.”

Your stomach dropped at this. You’re not even sure why; you just met the guy, you really have no reason to be disappointed he’s taken.

“Was she at least understanding?” You ask.

“huh?”

“Your wife.”

“Oh,” Frankie chew his lip for a moment. “no. When I got back, she was… possessive. Searching my phone, never letting me go out with friends, that kind of stuff. Separated a few months later.”

“Oh,” you try to ignore the fact that your heart skipped a beat; you can’t be excited—that’s insensitive. “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be.” Frankie pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry, actually. I was helping you find your keys, and here I am ranting about my whole tragic backstory as if you actually cared.”

“I don’t mind.” You actually like listening to him. But you keep that to yourself.

“You shouldn’t have to listen to all that though—”

“Shit!” you interrupt him. “I’m such an idiot.”

“What? What’s wrong?” Frankie looks like he’s assuming the worst.

“…I didn’t lose my car keys. I walked here. And lunch with my friend is next week.” You chuckle bitterly. “I was so lost in my head I completely forgot she rescheduled. Sorry I wasted your time.”

“It’s okay,” Frankie laughs. You can’t help but smile at his lopsided dimple. “Hey, since you don’t have lunch plans and I want to get out of mine… Can I take you out? You can tell me your life’s story since you already know mine?”

“Sure,” you smile, though half of you is screaming to just leave the country to escape the embarrassment.

Max Phillips

“Ew, no.” you scrunch your nose.

“Hey, you’re the one that lost the bet.” Eva insists.

“I am not kissing a random stranger.” You sweep your gaze across the crowded café.

“It was your idea.” Eva sips her tea.

“That was because I thought I was going to win.” You cross your arms across your chest.

“You don’t get to opt out just because you’re a sore loser.”

“Yeah, but I don’t know them, what if they have a disease or something? Gross.” Your stomach turns at the idea.

“Okay, fine.” Eva sighs. And, for a fleeting moment, you have hope that she’s given in. “Kiss that guy then,” she points.

You turn. “Oh my god, Eva. No.”

“What? He doesn’t look like he has a disease,” Eva shrugs.

“He looks like a frat boy.”

“He’s cute though.” Eva leans in a not-at-all-subtle way to get a clearer view of him.

“I hate you.” You stand up. “And when I’m done, you’re buying me an entire bottle of vodka to wash my mouth with.”

“Yes!” Eva cheers triumphantly. A few people shoot her expressions of annoyance at the outburst.

You storm over to the man and pull him in by the collar. His lips barely brush against yours before you’re stomping back to your friend. Though, for a moment, you actually consider staying to talk to him. Eva was right, he definitely isn’t hard on the eyes.

You push the thought from your mind and collapse back into your seat, scowling at your friend.

“You’re literally the worst human being on the planet,” you huff.

“You’re just being dramatic,” Eva laughs.

“Am not.” Okay… maybe you are, but Eva can’t know that.

“Fine. We’ll go get you a drink once I’m back from the bathroom.” Eva skips off, still laughing about your reaction.

She’s barely out of sight before her seat is filled by the stranger you just kissed.

“Don’t flatter yourself, I lost a bet,” you don’t look up at him, instead choosing the glare at a stain on the wooden table.

“I figured as much.” You can practically hear the smirk in his voice. “I also figured I have the right to at least know the name of the person who just kissed me.”

You reluctantly introduce yourself, still refusing to make eye contact with the man.

“I’m Max. And, if you want to apologise for kissing me without my consent,” he throws a napkin with a phone number scribbled in red sharpie onto the table in front of you, “You can call me.”

Marcus Pike

You hum quietly to yourself, unable to stop smiling. It’s been so long since you’ve gone on a real date. You turn on your shower, but instead of water coming from the showerhead, it starts leaking from the base of the hose.

That can’t be good. You turn off the water and fiddle with the shower. Maybe it just came loose.

You reach for the handle to try the water again. But before your hand can even touch the cool metal, the entire shower head disconnects from the wall and clatters to the shower floor.

Letting out an exasperated groan, you start gathering your clothes into a bag. You really don’t have time for this today. Crossing your fingers your neighbour is home, you head next door.

You’ve never actually talked to him, but you figure he’s probably a safer bet than the crazy old neighbour on your other side; the way he looks at you whenever you run into him gives you the jitters. And not the “he’s a creep” kind of feeling you get when anyone else stares for too long. More like the “he’s probably got a taxidermy cat in his living room and a human body in his closet” kind of feeling. So the neighbour you’ve never even introduced yourself to will have to do.

Your knock echoes through the quiet air. Shifting from foot to foot, you wait impatiently for an answer.

The door clicks open, leaving you face-to-face with your neighbour, who is way cuter up close than you expected him to be.

“…hi,” He greets you as if he’s startled by your presence.

“…hi…” you bite your lip and tear your gaze away from his face to examine your shoe. “I… Well, I live next door, and well—”

“I know,” he interrupts.

“I-What?”

“I’ve seen you… around. We get home from work at the same time, so…”

“Oh.” You chew on your lip for a moment. “Look, my shower broke, and I have a date I have to get to, and well…” you drift off. Are you really asking your irresistibly adorable neighbour who you’ve never met if you can use his shower?

“Oh. Okay, did you want to use mine then?” You pretend not to notice how pink his face has turned.

“Would you mind? I just—I’m running late and I don’t have time to figure out what’s wrong with mine before I leave and still have time to get ready to go.”

“Sure, Come on in,” He shuffles out of the way to allow you space to enter. “Down the hall, second door to the right.”

“Thank you so much,” you smile awkwardly. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

You walk as quickly as you can without breaking into a run to get to the bathroom, leaving Marcus frozen in the doorway.

This is not how he imagined meeting you. Not that he imagined that at all. And he definitely hadn’t spent hours trying to figure out how to ask you out. Because that would be weird.

And he just let you use his shower to go on a date with someone else.

Fuck.

Marcus Moreno

“Excuse me,” a voice speaks up from behind you, just barely audible over your music. You turn around to find that the voice belongs to a young girl.

“Hello,” you greet taking out your headphones.

“Do you see that guy over there?” she asks, pointing across the cluttered bookstore to a man struggling to balance a tower of books while skimming the shelves for more.

“The one in the glasses?” you confirm.

“That’s my dad,” the girl nods. “He thinks you’re cute, but he’s too afraid to talk to you.”

“Oh,” you say, unsure whether you should be flattered or amused.

“He says it’s ‘cause he doesn’t want to weird you out,” she elaborates, “but I think he’s scared you won’t like him back.”

The man glances up, and, upon seeing his daughter talking to you, rushes over. He pauses only briefly when he trips over a box of books placed in the middle of the walkway.

“Oh, here he comes, act natural,” the girl whisper-yells just before her father arrives. “Oh, hey dad,” she greets him nonchalantly.

“Missy, what did we just talk about?” he scolds.

“I know, I know,” she rolls her eyes. “I shouldn’t go up to strangers and tell them my dad thinks they’re cute even when he totally does.”

Missy’s dad freezes, a look of horrified embarrassment washing over his face. “You… You told them what?”

“I’m going to shop some more,” she walks away, winking at you.

“Hey, you get back here, young lady,” he calls after her, struggling not to raise his voice above a murmur in the middle of the peaceful book shop. His daughter ignores him.

He groans under his breath. “I’m sorry about her,” he turns back to you.

“It’s okay,” you laugh. “I’m Y/N,”

“Marcus.” He looks down at his armful of books. “I’d uh… I’d offer a handshake but…”

“Don’t worry about it,” you smile. Marcus smiles back. You allow a moment of uncomfortable silence before speaking up again. “So… you think I’m cute?”

“What? No! I mean, Yes. I mean…” Marcus’ face scrunches up in embarrassment. “Yes? But not… not in a weird way. I wasn’t like… admiring you or anything. That’d be… weird.” Marcus hangs his head with an exasperated sigh. “I’m sorry. I’ll just shut up now.”

You smile again at the flustered man in front of you. After a moment, you pull a pen from your sweatshirt pocket.

“Well, here’s my number,” you say, writing as clearly as you can across his forearm. “You can text me if you decide you do think I’m cute… In a weird way.”

You walk to the counter to pay for your books, sincerely hoping he decides to text.

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Ashes Chapter 14: Calligraphy

Fandom: Mortal Kombat 2021

Pairing: Liu Kang x Reader

Warning: This chapter has SPOILERS and some upsetting content (character death) so brace yourself.

A/N: boy oh boy what have we here. smooches, folks. genuinely cried writing this chapter, but also had a ton of fun putting it together! hope you like it!

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You were early to meet with the others in the lobby the next day. You’d finally gotten some greatly needed sleep and felt more like yourself. There was still a cloud hanging over your head of mixed-up emotions but there was no helping that. You’d gotten good at hiding it anyway. No one was there to meet you in the lobby so you went back to the little restaurant attached to the hotel. As you were about to be led to one of the tables, you spotted Cole and Emily waving to you to get your attention.

You thanked the hostess but let her know you would be joining your friends and walked past her.

“Y/N!” Emily beamed and offered you a hug, much to your surprise. You returned it and then took the seat between her and Cole.

“Glad you came to join us.” Allison smiled pleasantly though she looked weary, as if she hadn’t gotten much sleep the last few nights. You imagined this was much more difficult with a family to look after. “We just ordered so if we can catch the waiter then you’ll be right on time with us.”

“Perfect.” You then asked politely how everyone was doing that morning. It was nice to listen to them talk. It was such a normal conversation. Something you’d taken for granted in the past. You’d run from normal conversation for a while there. You’d run from any conversation now that you thought about it. You didn’t have much to contribute to the conversation but that was fine since Cole and his family were happy to talk. Emily showed you pictures that she’d taken while out and about in Los Angeles the afternoon before.

The waiter returned and you ordered granola and yogurt but even as you thought about eating it, your gag reflex kicked in. You just weren’t hungry. In fact, you were a little nauseated at the idea of it. The food was fine and you shoveled it down anyway but weren’t happy about it. It didn’t sit right either.

After you finished eating, Allison and Emily excused themselves to the restroom leaving you and Cole alone and waiting for the check.

“How’s things?”

“They’re about the same as yesterday.” You shrugged.

“How’s nothing?” Cole gave it air quotes this time, a bemused sort of look on his face.

“Are you really bothering me with that nonsense already today?”

“I wasn’t planning to but then…” He pointed to you as though you gave him an obvious reason to. You searched yourself but didn’t find anything out of the ordinary.

“What? What is it?”

“I’m pretty sure that nothing left you a souvenir.” He made to push your hair away from your neck and you swatted his hand away. Was he serious? Or was he just giving you a hard time. Had Liu given you a hickey like some horny teenager marking his territory? There was only one real way to find out but any sort of reaction was going to give you away to Cole. Your silence had probably already done that. Cole was looking at you as if to say ‘yeah, nothing’ again. You narrowed your eyes at him. “Hey, I’m not judging.”

“Cole… It’s…”

“I know, I know. It’s none of my business.” He tapped a finger against the table. “Whatever nothing is? It seems complicated. I get that. I’m just trying to help you out before someone with less discretion points it out.”

You sighed heavily and pushed your chair away from the table. “We are going to have words later.” You left money on the table for breakfast. “I have to grab something from my room.”

“Sure you do.” Cole laughed as you walked away. “You’re welcome!” He called after you. You walked into the lobby and found the restroom there, hoping to avoid Allison and Emily in the restaurant. You checked yourself in the mirror which was something you’d avoided doing the past few days.

Huh, funny, you were a little pale even though you felt much better. Maybe you’d hid in the temple too long after everything. You avoided thinking of the reasons behind the word ‘everything’. Sure enough, right on the side of your neck was the bruise-like mark that Cole had pointed out. An unmistakable sign that you’d been making out with Liu Kang. Oh the audacity of that man. After all the drama you had between you, after how complicated it already was, he’d given you a damn hickey.

You laughed, hands on the bathroom counter.

“Fuck.” You had to cover it up. So you went back to your room and covered the mark with makeup. You’d do your best to keep your hair over your neck but changed your jacket to one with a higher collar just in case. Then you made your way back to the lobby and to the restaurant where you found Cole, Allison, and Emily still seated. However, Liu Kang had joined them in the meantime. When you approached, he stood and grabbed a chair for you. Cole couldn’t have looked more amused. Liu bowed to you politely in greeting and then offered you the chair.

“Thanks.” You tried not to sound annoyed but you were annoyed. You couldn’t just yell at Liu Kang for giving you a hickey in front of everyone so you had to pretend you weren’t annoyed which was also annoying. You made casual conversation but you caught Liu throwing you a glance now and then. Eventually you chose to excuse yourself and joined Jax and Sonya in the lobby. Sonya was just as grumpy as you were that morning which was nice. At least it wasn’t just you. She was likely not looking forward to spending more time with Johnny Cage. Jax didn’t seem too keen on it either.

The others joined you in the lobby where Allison and Emily wished you luck and then left to go about their day. Then the group of warriors made their way to meet with Johnny Cage. It wasn’t a particularly long ride but it was long enough that the silence felt awkward. You wondered again why Raiden had sent you all there. There was something he foresaw as a possibility that you didn’t. There had to be. You could see why he would send you and Liu somewhere to sort out your shit but why everyone else?

When you arrived, you found that the house was surprisingly modest. A two-story bungalow standing alone on the side of the highway. Johnny met you out front and greeted you jovially but you checked out pretty quickly. The conversations with everyone were fairly circular. Too many hands in the pot. You enjoyed Johnny for the most part. He was quite funny.

The truth was that your fuse was short that morning and you were better off staying out of the conversation. To you, it didn’t matter how the conversation ended because if Johnny resisted then you were going with the backup plan.

Kidnapping.

A word that you had thought so many times the last few days it was funny. You kind of wanted to make it happen now. Could have been a fun change of pace.

That probably wasn’t healthy.

When you were restless the idea of causing trouble became tempting and this was one of those moments. It was something you could control in a world of things beyond your control. Kung Lao had kept you in check in moments like this. He’d allowed you to cause trouble without actually causing trouble. There was no one there to do that anymore. Except Liu. But causing trouble with Liu was exactly the kind of destructive thing you shouldn’t do.

“It’s beautiful, right?” Johnny beamed next to you, proud of the view of the beach from next to his house. You’d been walking alongside the fence. Where the hell was everyone else? Weren’t they supposed to be talking to Johnny? This was going great. “It’s part of why I bought this place. I know it’s old school for someone like me, but the view? Can’t be beat.” He continued on and on about the things that had drawn him to the house. The smell of the ocean. The moment he’d known it had to be his. The renovations that he’d had to do. It was nice to listen to him drone on, honestly. Had the others already managed to lose him? So much so that he was babbling about nothing to you?

Kidnapping.

You considered this would be a good moment to just knock him the fuck out.

“That’s a great idea. We’ll finish this discussion on the beach. The gate leads right down there.”

“What?”

“You talked me into it, Y/N.” Johnny patted you on the shoulder then walked over to the gate and hollered for the others to follow him. Weather worn wooden stairs led from the gate next to the house and down to the shore. You hadn’t said anything so you had no idea what he was talking about, but fine. The others were soon walking past you. Sonya was grumbling something to Jax who was laughing in response. Liu walked past them all and was the first person down the stairs. Cole stood by the fence, hands in his pockets while he waited for you to join him. He nodded toward the fence. You shrugged and then joined him. You and Cole trailed behind the others.

“Now, hypothetically, if I agree to go on this journey with you then when exactly were you thinking we’d head out? Still unclear how we’re getting there but plane tickets are expensive short notice.”

“Tomorrow. Don’t worry about the flight. We have that handled.” Jax was the sternest negotiator amongst you and had the highest tolerance for Johnny Cage. You thought that Liu was more qualified and understanding at one point, but he was unpredictable now. So Jax it was. He was convincing and for some reason you trusted him immediately. That was not something that often happened for you.

“Yeah, that doesn’t work for me. I’ve got things to reschedule. I’m a busy man, I thought I made that clear.” He went on and on. You were over it. Just knock him out already. You walked past them to an old dusty picnic table in the sand. You’d let the others sort it out. Jax seemed to have it under control for now. Cole joined you at the table.

“Is this about what you expected?”

“Do you think if we let him keep talking until he’s tuckered out then we might get a word in edgewise?”

“I think that motormouth could go on forever if we let him.”

“Well, alternatively, we could just knock him out. Then I’ll call Raiden. Boom. Done. I’ll just drag him.”

Cole chuckled and ran his fingers through his short hair, elbows on his knees. “If it comes to that then I’m happy to help with the dragging.”

“I was hoping.”

Cole clasped his hands together, tapping one foot impatiently. You couldn’t blame him. You’d been given the runaround since you and Liu got there and you were certain it had been more of the same before that. “It’s strange seeing the beach this empty.”

“Rich people.” You gestured to Johnny and Cole chuckled again. “Look at those clouds rolling in. Looks like rain.”

“I didn’t see any in the forecast. Weird.”

“Weirder things have happened.”

Jax, Sonya, and Johnny were arguing. About nothing. You could hear their irate voices from there. Johnny had offended them, apparently. Liu was quietly trying to diffuse the argument but it seemed to be going poorly for him.

“You sneak over there and knock him out. I’ll carry him.” Cole joked. You laughed but when you turned to watch the waves roll out your stomach sunk.

There was a familiarity that you couldn’t shake and you couldn’t turn your gaze away. You got up and walked closer to the water. Even your shoes in the sand felt familiar. You’d walked here before. You’d seen these waves before. Even the clouds were ones you’d seen. Cole was following you.

“What is it?”

“I know this place.” But why? Why did you recognize it? You didn’t know. You just knew that you did. That happened to you sometimes but it had been years. With the visions you’d suffered as a child and the ones you’d had after discovering your arcana it had been a common thing once upon a time. It had been impossible to decipher what was a coincidence or déjà vu without help.

But this didn’t feel right and the drop in your stomach made you concerned enough that you had to say something.

“Liu?” You shouted with some urgency and he snapped his head toward you, stopping the conversation with Johnny with a wave of his hand. He started toward you but before he could ask you what was wrong, what was wrong made itself apparent.

The dark clouds spread unnaturally across the sky and the ocean shrunk back from the shore and crashed against an invisible wall instead of rolling back. Green mist swirled beyond the waves and gathered in a spiral energy. Opening at its center was a mirror of fire and darkness. You could feel the heat of it from there.

Your vision from the roof.

Unlike your vision where there had been a wave of bodies rolling in from the ocean, there were instead monstrous warriors with fire beneath their skin that rushed out of the hellish void behind the dark mirror. Was this why Raiden had sent you all there? Had he foreseen something like this happening? You stepped back into a defensive position and Cole joined you at the ready.

“What the hell is this?” Johnny shouted, lumbering through the sand to your other side, fists in a guard position. You were all ready for a fight. From behind the monstrosities emerging onto the beach an imposing armored man stepped from the portal of fire and green mist. Bald, gray skinned, symbols on his forehead and dark lines traveling up from his eyes, he was intimidating. Power radiated from him.

The monstrous warriors he’d summoned were snapping at you, growling, some holding weapons, others armed only with claws. With a wave of his hand, the monstrosities rushed forward.

You were ready for a fight but stumbled backwards in the sand. The déjà vu left you dizzy. Jax was in front of you smashing the creature that had come for you. You would have rolled out of the way but you appreciated the assist. “Get it together, Y/N!”

You put some distance between you and the others. You could handle the fight but you were better off in the back given what you specialized in. Then it was pure chaos. This was what the vision had warned you about. There was fire and the crashing of metal. Blades sliced and projectiles were thrown. Fingertips turning black, you summoned your arcana into blades and spun them at the ready.

Fire roared from Liu as he fought nearby. Jax was plowing through enemies while Sonya fought back-to-back with Cole who had not yet used his arcana but was doing just fine without it.

One of the monsters came toward you and you ducked beneath its blow then stepped back strategically in the sand. It rushed you and you twisted your blade and sliced the grotesque creature’s face. It roared, spit flying past its lips, then lumbered toward you even as your blade cut through it. You twisted aside and sliced across its chest and the creature fell into a pile of ash but you lost your footing on the sand. What the hell was wrong with you? It was like something had pulled your leg right out from under you but there was nothing there. Johnny helped you to your feet.

The creatures were no match for everyone’s arcana. Even Johnny Cage put up one hell of a fight which you were glad to see. One of the creatures struck him and he faked left, slipped beneath the blow, and then struck it repeatedly then kicked it toward you. “Catch!”

You spun and sliced the creature gracefully, relieved your body was obeying you this time. With a yell, Johnny kicked the creature to the ground. He stepped back into his stance and you grabbed his arm to pull him out of the way of a creature coming from behind him. He stumbled but caught himself quickly. Your blade pierced the monster’s chest and Johnny struck the monster in the face but then shook out his hand in pain. Then with a yell he kicked the creature so it slid off of your blade.

“Chill out, man!” He then targeted the wound your blade left behind and the creature fell to the ground and burst into ash with a comical spin. “Hey, can you do that thing where you duplicate me?” Johnny had nothing but excitement in his eyes.

“Is now really the time?” You laughed, shaking out your blade. Doing so would mean you had to take a back seat to the actual conflict.

“Come on, Y/N! Double Johnny! That’s my next damn movie!” He assured you with a big grin. “It’ll be a hit. No one will know how we did it!” There were more of those creatures coming through the sand toward you.

“You had me at Double Johnny.” You tossed the swords behind you and they disappeared in a spray of ink. Bracing yourself in the sand, you drew Johnny out of ink and had him join him at his side. While you controlled the drawing, you backed up and watched the others to make sure that they were holding their own. Cole had summoned the armor and tonfa of his arcana and was absorbing blow after blow before redirecting that energy back at his attackers.

Liu wielded fire in a graceful dance, holding his own with ease. Jax and Sonya held the front line, trying to make their way toward the man who ordered the monstrosities toward them from the portal by the water.

He made eye contact with you and then a horrible ringing began across the beach. You kept your grasp on the drawing of Johnny but it took tremendous focus not to fall. It was fighting more like you did but it was still doing its job. You dropped to one knee in the sand as the ringing in your head continued. You focused only on your ink and tried to drown out the horrible sound as it deafened you. Then an arm slipped under yours and helped you back to your feet.

“What happened? You hear something?”

“You don’t hear that?” You shouted over the horrid screeching.

“No, just fighting!” He steadied you then let go.

“There’s this ringing!” You shouted.

“There’s no ringing, Y/N!” Cole swung the grip on his tonfa and leapt before you, knocking the creature coming toward you aside, then spinning back and piercing it with the sharp end.

“Fuck this.” You muttered beneath your breath and then, despite the ringing, you drew Cole to join him in battle and together they batted back the flood of creatures rushing toward you. You were going to drive these things back to wherever the hell they’d come from. You stepped further back and drew Liu to join him. There was a deep pain in your chest and you pushed anyway. If you had to sleep for the rest of the evening it would be worth winning the battle.

The ink staining your fingers spread over your wrists and up your arms. You tossed your jacket off and into the sand. You drew Jax and the screeching in your ears was muted by exhaustion. The creatures were falling back, overwhelmed by the duplication of your fellow warriors. You kept scanning the beach to help your creations mimic their fellow warriors. You made to draw Sonya to help finish them off but then something struck you hard in the chest. There was nothing there but the blow was enough to knock you several feet backwards.

As you fell into the sand, you didn’t crash but were instead swallowed by darkness. You tried to fight it but your limbs snapped together and it was like you were bound, floating in a sea of shadow. You could hear combat below you, the grinding of a saw blade, and a familiar voice. It was like someone was controlling your body, guiding you through the wall of shadow against your will. It was like water, you couldn’t breathe.

Then your heart stopped.

You heard Kung Lao.

He was screaming in agony. Screaming for Liu Kang. Your whole body went rigid.

Then you fought to get free. You fought harder than you had ever fought in your entire life. He was screaming in agony and you were in the fight pit, floating above it. Shang Tsung had Kung Lao in his grasp and right before your eyes, you watched the life drain from the face of the man that you loved.

Liu Kang was running to him but it was too late. Anguish radiated from him but as he opened his mouth to scream, you heard nothing but that ringing again. In his last breath, Kung Lao froze. Then, quickly, the scene rewound before your eyes and you were forced to watch it play out again. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t think. You tried desperately to get to him, but you were trapped.

“You couldn’t save him.” A deep voice whispered, fading from one ear and into the other. “And you won’t be able to save them either.” You wanted to scream, to fight, but you could barely move, could barely breathe. The scene rewound again and you shook all over in terror. Darkness swallowed you and you tried desperately to close your eyes to it, to get away from the screams of the man you loved at the last moments of his life.

You tried to summon your arcana, to lash out like you used to in a panic with spears of ink.

In a burst of energy, you fell through the shadow, limbs free of where they’d been bound. You collapsed in a heap onto something hard and solid but it wasn’t the beach. You weren’t anywhere. You didn’t care where you were. You grasped your hair desperately, sobbing hysterically. Why? Why?

You hadn’t ever wanted to see that!

You didn’t want that in your head!

His last moments alive captured and replayed. You couldn’t help him. You pulled your hair, tried to get a hold of yourself but you couldn’t stop sobbing, couldn’t catch your breath. You were hyperventilating, shaking.

Footsteps approached you but you didn’t get up to greet them. You were helpless, sobbing and curled up on the ground. Whoever it was approaching you stopped right in front of you and crouched. You froze.

It was Kung Lao. You didn’t have to see him to know it was true.

He wrapped his arms around you and you sobbed against him, grasping onto him desperately. He felt so real, warm, and comforting. He was there. But you knew it wasn’t real. He wasn’t real. You could see the last moments of his life repeating in your mind’s eye. His lips brushed against your forehead, one of your fondest memories, something you were sure your subconscious was repeating to comfort you.

“They need you, Y/N.” He whispered. His voice was so familiar and comforting that you clung even tighter to him, your sobs catching in your throat. It hurt. To hear his voice so clearly in your head and know it wasn’t real. “Breathe, please.” His strong hands brushed down your arms to try and soothe you. You nodded and shakily took deep breaths. Even if it was just your subconscious, it felt so real that you took comfort in it.

He left that kiss on your forehead again.

“I didn’t… I didn’t, Kung Lao… I didn’t want to see you die, I… I can’t… I couldn’t… I’m sorry.” You sobbed, covering your mouth. “I miss you so much.”

“I know. I know you do. But you have to wake up, Y/N. I need you to wake up.”

“I don’t know how. I don’t know where I am, I don’t know… I don’t…” You wiped your eyes furiously but couldn’t take your eyes off of him. This was how you wanted to remember him. Not rotting away. “I can’t do this without you.”

“Yes, you can, Y/N. You have to wake up.” He tilted your chin up and just as his lips brushed against yours in a kiss, he was gone and you were alone.

Gasping for breath, you opened your eyes to the tumultuous skies over the beach. Liu Kang was pulling you from the sand and into his arms. It was chaos. There was yelling you couldn’t make out all around you. Green smoke engulfed the beach and your fellow warriors were falling back. Liu scooped you up into his arms but you fought him and he stumbled.

“Y/N! Y/N, don’t! We have to go!” Liu grasped again for you but you fought to get away from him and fell into the sand.

“He’s right, we have to go!” Cole argued and tried to help get you back up. Johnny stopped him.

“Let her do what she needs to do.” Johnny knelt next to you. You were shocked by how much he had chosen to trust you. Now you felt a little bad about the kidnapping thing but you were too emotionally raw to even be sarcastic. The monstrosities were rushing toward you, barely kept back by Sonya’s arcana.

Getting back to your feet, you focused on your arcana. Even if it took every bit of the strength that you had left, you would make them pay. You were furious. The last thing you’d remembered before you fell were the eyes of that man. He’d made you watch Kung Lao die again and again. He had imprisoned you in somewhere dark and he would pay.

You would do this for him.

For Kung Lao.

The ink covered your hands again and spread up your arms. You imagined the world as your canvas, the whole beach your art. You drew around the creatures running toward you and it felt to you that they moved slower than your arcana did. The stone walls that you drew on either side of them popped into existence and then slammed into the sand. They were huge, towering above the creatures. You collapsed to your knees in the sand but Johnny slipped his arm under yours and helped you back up. You made eye contact with the leader of these horrible creatures. He was scowling behind his warriors and then he turned and stepped back into his portal.

With a yell, you slammed your hands together and the stone walls crashed together, crushing every single one of the monstrosities that had come through the portal that was closing behind your arcana. The sound of the ink slamming together was deafening and the ground shook beneath you. Your ears were ringing now for a different reason.

Exhaustion.

You dropped into the sand, only kept upright by Johnny Cage. You sat back on your heels. The ink walls disintegrated and poured like rain into the sand, staining it. The creatures within had fallen to ash. Dark clouds grumbled overhead.

All that remained was the inky silhouette of a man.

Kung Lao.

Vision blurred by tears, you commanded the drawing of him to brush his fingers over his hat in victory. Then he disappeared into nothing. You let your weight fall back against Johnny Cage. He was talking to you but your head was spinning and everything was muted. Liu crouched in front of you and took your hands to help you up. He was talking but you were struggling to even read his lips. You blinked your eyes closed to try and focus. You swatted Liu’s hands away and then pushed Johnny off of you too.

You took deep breaths and regained yourself before getting to your feet. Then there was silence. None of you were sure what had prompted the attack or who had even been behind it. The only thing any of you were sure of was that it was not good.

You were still furious.

“Okay.” Johnny broke the tense silence. “I’ll clear my schedule by the end of the week and we can go. No more questions… well, about that, at least. I have lots of other questions.” He looked to each of you. “That okay?”

“End of the week? Did you see what just happened? We are at war.” Jax argued. You got to your feet and walked a little away from them to let them talk. You shouldn’t have but you didn’t have it in you to listen to them arguing about something that seemed so trivial to you in the moment. You knew it wasn’t trivial but nothing else mattered to you right now.

Sonya joined you closer to the water. “That was impressive.” The blond had her arms folded over her chest. She was scraped up and looked weary but you weren’t worried about her. Sonya had more than proven herself as a warrior.

“Thanks.”

“Couldn’t have done that earlier?”

“Draining.”

“What made you do it?”

“I’m furious.” You didn’t offer any further explanation. The last thing you wanted was to talk about it. You didn’t even want to think about it. But it wasn’t like you could get it out of your head. Who was that man who had done that to you? What were his motives? What good did he think would come of it? Why show you that? Why taunt you? To break you?

“I’d hate to be the one who made you that angry.” Sonya attempted to joke with you but you had zero sense of humor right now.

“I wouldn’t recommend it either.”

Sonya offered you a pat on the back. “Take it easy after that.”

“You too. Clean that up.” You gestured to Sonya’s arm. At least Sonya wasn’t treating you with kid gloves like the guys sometimes did.

“It’s just a scrape.” Sonya assured you. Liu joined you on your other side. The others were close behind now.

“We need to get back to Raiden.” You turned to Liu only for a second. You couldn’t look him in the eyes right now. You could only picture the anguish on his face in those last moments. “They weren’t from Outworld. They were from somewhere else.” Liu was watching you in alarm.

“End of the week is the best I can do.” Johnny spoke over anyone else who may have had something to say on the matter. “It’s only two days away. After that? I’m all yours.”

“That’s fine.” You agreed before the others could argue. If they disagreed then they could argue with you later. You were ready for a fight at this point. You didn’t care what their opinions were on the matter. Johnny had stood by you when you’d needed help even when he didn’t have to. You’d step up for him too. “It’s only two days. He’s right. By then Nightwolf should be up to speed and already training. With any luck it’ll be the leg up we need.”

“Nightwolf? Sounds like a Nordic death metal band or something.”

Sonya swatted Johnny on the back of his head inciting a laugh from Cole.

“Fine. Two days. That’s it. But we’re leaving first thing Saturday morning and if you don’t show up, then so help me, when we find you…” Jax continued to threaten him. Johnny insisted that his word was solid. You didn’t care what either of them said. If Johnny bailed then you would drag him kicking and screaming to China. But you had also accidentally bonded with Johnny Cage and trusted that he would do as he promised. You stepped away from the others, getting closer to the waves.

The ink had faded and so had the ash. The only signs of the battle that had taken place was the dug-up sand from the fighting. You felt Liu walking toward you before he was at your side. His energy was tangible and so uniquely him.

“What is it?” He whispered, voice nervous. “What do you know?”

“I know that I need to talk to Raiden.” You felt heavy, like another version of you sat on your shoulders. Grief. “I don’t know exactly what it is I know. I just know that it’s bad. That man… he’s trouble.” You knew that was vague but you had no other words to describe him without explaining what had happened to you. You knew so little other than a feeling. He had been trying to manipulate you. If that was his intent then he clearly knew nothing about you. All he’d managed to do was make you angrier.

You supposed it had beaten you down but you wouldn’t let it keep you down.

Kung Lao was still alive even if only in your head

Living enough to have comforted you when you’d needed it. The strength that you’d used to crush those creatures had been all because of him. You silently thanked him for watching over you as you admired the waves recovering from the magic of that horrible man.

“I can call Raiden. The others can meet us in China on the weekend.” Liu was terrible at hiding his worry.

You considered his offer but your gut was saying to stay in Los Angeles until you were all leaving. Raiden had to have known that something would happen. He had known you had to be there. Why? You hoped that he could shed some light on the truth of what was happening. This war had become more complex than any of you could have imagined. “No. I think we should wait. But I’m worried, Liu.”

“Yeah, me too.” Liu folded his arms over his chest. The tension in the air couldn’t have been more different than the last time you’d stood together on the shore.

“Are you okay?” You turned to give him a cursory glance. He was covered in soot. No surprise.

“I’m fine.” You felt the smile on his lips. “You’re gray again.”

“Well, I crushed an army.”

“Still.” He wiped the soot off of his shirt fruitlessly. “We should go.”

“I need a minute, Liu.”

“Okay.”

“You can go, Liu.” You didn’t necessarily want him to go but you didn’t want him to sit there worrying about you pointlessly either. You would be okay. Probably could use a nap but you would bounce back from that just fine. It was the rest of what had happened that no one else had seen that would stick with you. Liu bowed his head respectfully but didn’t leave you alone. You had plenty to discuss but you had no words. Cole joined you moments later.

“You okay?” He asked casually and you were grateful that he wasn’t nearly as concerned as Liu was.

“I’m fine. You good?”

“I’ve had worse.” Cole smirked, arms folded over his chest. “You saw something back there, huh?” You supposed that of all the people you owed an explanation to, Cole was pretty up there. He’d been there when you’d realized what was happening and that you’d seen it before.

“Yeah. That happens sometimes.” You weighed whether or not you should elaborate. Later. It wasn’t the time or place.

“Good to know.” Cole offered you his arm. “Come on. We’re heading back. No one feels safe here now.” You took his arm and then started slowly with him back toward the steps leading to the beach house. Liu followed behind you. Your mind was buzzing with anger. He would pay. You would make that man regret putting those visions in your head.

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flightsoffandom · 4 years ago

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Second Date

Pairs: Aaron Hotchner x Reader (Future SugarDaddy!Hotch x SugarBaby!Reader)

Words: 4548

Summary: It’s time for you and Aaron to have a second date. After having to reschedule a few times finally Aaron has time to meet up with you.

Warnings: None??

Notes: Left completely gender-neutral. Finally figured out the name of the whole Series, “Unconventional”. This took a lot longer than I planned, my brain just hasn't been working great whenever I want to sit down and write.

A Continuation of Unconventional -- Peer Pressure -- Second Date*

Aaron was true to his word and called you within a day or two of your first date. You both planned where you would meet for your second outing. However, fate had other plans because Aaron ended up calling a few hours before the date to tell you he had to work. This pattern repeated for about two weeks. You weren’t sure what Aaron did for a living. He never mentioned it. While you could look him up online in the modern age, you didn’t feel right about doing that. Clearly, it was something that kept Aaron extremely busy. You were a bit disappointed, sure, but you understood and weren’t upset about it. Aaron seemed more annoyed about it then you were. He was overly apologetic. You tried to ease his mind and reassure him that it was okay, but he didn’t exactly listen to you.

You were sitting in your apartment, bouncing between filling out job applications and scholarship paperwork. Lying on your couch, half lounging with your laptop resting on your legs. You were filling out both physical and digital versions of the applications. In between filling out forms, you allowed yourself to ‘relax’ by looking over your bank account and other finances. You had the tv on for background noise. You were hyper-focused on the task at hand. So you almost didn’t realize your phone was ringing right away. After a few rings, you muted the tv to figure out if it was coming from the television or not. When you heard it was actually your phone, you scrambled to grab it. You didn’t even look at who was calling before picking up, “Hello?” You heard some car noises before the caller speaks, “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” Hearing Aaron’s voice made you smile. You chuckle, “Nah, I just thought the ringing was from the tv. I’m just sitting around.” Aaron lets out a relieved sigh, “Good.” There was a pause and the sound of a car door closing, “Are you free tonight?” You sit up, “I am. I just need some time to change clothes. Then I can meet you wherever.” Aaron chuckles, “Actually, I’m coming to you.” You hear a knock on the door. Jumping up off the couch, you hold your phone to your ear as you hurriedly put your laptop on the dining room table before going to the door.

You open the door to see Aaron standing there. You smile, “Hey.” You hear your voice echo between your two phones, causing you to hang up. You stand there for a moment before realizing that you were basically wearing your pajamas. You blush and move to the side to let Aaron into your apartment, “If we are going anywhere, I will need to change.” You rub the back of your neck. Aaron’s face looked softer than usual, “I didn’t have any plans. I came straight from work.” After Aaron walks in, you close the door and lock it behind him. When you turn around Aaron has an almost guilty look on his face, “I was going to bring flowers or something as an apology for all the canceled dates, but I didn't know if you had allergies. I figured I would make it up to you by coming over tonight. Since I have time… I am sorry about all the canceled plans, by the way.” Aaron looked even more guilty now. You couldn't help but smile at his mixture of nervousness and sweetness, "It's okay. I promise." Aaron opens his mouth, and you just know that he is about to apologize again. So instead, you interrupt him, "Have you eaten yet?" Aaron shakes his head, "I haven't." You give a small nod before turning into the kitchen, "Me either. Let's see what I can scrounge up." Starting to go through the cabinets.

While you were looking for some food to make, you saw Aaron looking around your apartment. He was very polite about it, so you wouldn't call it snooping. You went to look through the fridge and see what you had. Aaron commented, “Are these your finances?” You shoot up, hitting your head on the refrigerator as you stand up. You winced and rubbed the back of your head, looking over at him. Aaron was already sitting in front of your laptop. A severe expression had set back into his face. He crossed his arms as he looked it over. You bit at your lip. Aaron looked over at you inquisitively. Usually, you probably would have stopped him, but you supposed this was why you got involved with him, to begin with. You sucked it up and replied, “Yeah, it is.” You went back to digging through the fridge. Not having a whole lot to choose from didn't help you make a decision. It also didn't help that you were nervous about what Aaron thought of your spending habits and financial situation.

After looking through your fridge and every cabinet twice, you finally break. You speak, abruptly disturbing the silence, “Can you stop sitting over there judging me?” Quickly you walk over and sit in the chair next to him, trying to obscure the screen in any way. Aaron’s brows were already knit together, looking much too serious for your taste. He keeps the laptop in place and looks at you, “I’m not judging you.” You whine and start childishly blocking the screen with your hands, “I could feel the judgment all the way in the kitchen.” Aaron’s firm grasp on your computer doesn't allow much leeway, and with your hands not blocking enough of the screen, you just huff, “This is supposed to be a date, right? And you're sitting over here looking like an accountant.” Aaron’s stern demeanor breaks as a smirk slides onto his face. You can already feel your nerves dissipating. He shakes his head at you, “This is a date, yes.” The smirk slides off his face, but his face stays softer than before, “I think this is a fairly important conversation we need to have.” You glare at him half-heartedly, knowing he was right.

You hum softly, “Do you have normal clothes to change into? That would make this feel a lot less official.” Aaron nods, “I have a bag of clothes in my car.” You perk up, “Perfect.” Standing up, you start gently nudging him, “Go get your bag, and you can change in here.” Aaron narrows his eyes at you, “Don’t try to hide that before I get back.” He was pointing to your laptop, his tone had more authority in it than normal. Even if that had been your plan, it definitely wasn't anymore. You give a quick nod to show that you understand, followed by a smile. Aaron gets up and heads out temporarily. You let him out and then proceed to wait right by the door for him to get back. It doesn't take him long to return. When you let Aaron back into your apartment, you see a very official-looking duffle bag in his hand. You smile and motion him to your bedroom, “Feel free to change in there.” Aaron offers a slight smile before closing himself into your bedroom.

You froze the second the door closed. Trying to think for a moment if you had anything embarrassing lying around in your room. There was probably a semi-tamed pile of dirty laundry, a bunch of school books scattered about, and maybe some applications for things. Other than that, you couldn't think of anything too awkward out in the open. Feeling more at ease allowed you to focus back on finding something to eat. Even with your mind cleared of some anxiety, you couldn't find anything that would be good for dinner. You resort to ordering some food for both of you. You weren't sure what Aaron would like, so you waited for him to finish changing. As you wait, you grab your laptop and sit on the couch. Staring at the numbers on the screen, maybe Aaron was hardcore judging your spending habits. You had to admit they weren't the best, but you really tried to stick to a budget. When you heard your bedroom door open, your attention was immediately drawn to it.

You saw Aaron in a very comfy looking polo-shirt and jeans. He looked good like that, and he even seemed more relaxed. A smile spreads across your face when you see Aaron. He looks over at you, “Better?” You give an excited nod. Maybe a bit too enthusiastic, but luckily it seems to make Aaron smile. You look him over again before asking, “Why do you wear suits all the time? And why was there a bag of clothes in your car?” Aaron walks over to the couch and doesn't quite sit down yet. He makes an almost confused face, “You don’t know where I work?” The look he gave you made you feel like you should know the answer. You started worrying that he had mentioned it before, and you didn't remember. You rub the back of your neck, nervously, “N...No. Should I?” You start to overthink things and look up at him with apologetic eyes, “I’m sorry if you brought it up before.” Aaron study’s your face for a moment, crossing his arms, “But you meet Rossi. So, you know what he does for a living.” You felt like he was evaluating you on something. You didn't know the right answer, “I only met him once... I think I have one of his books somewhere. All I know is that he is an author that used to work in law enforcement of some kind… but he is retired, right?” You try to figure out if these answers were what Aaron was looking for, but he was practically unreadable. You swallow hard and look up at him, trying to figure out why he seemed equally attractive and intimidating in both a polo-shirt and a suit.

Aaron raised an eyebrow, “You didn’t look him or myself up?” You fiddle with the edges of your laptop, “I knew David was famous and took a risk that I could trust him. Looking you up feels like cheating, though.” You break eye contact with him, “I mean… We are supposed to be going on dates and learning about each other that way.” You heard Aaron let out a soft sigh, “Would you mind if I only answered part of your question then?” His voice was much softer than it was just moments ago. You look back over to him and nod. Aaron looks down at you with a bit of uncertainty, “I need a bag of clothes for work.” He finally unfolds his arms and takes a seat next to you on the couch, “I would rather not talk about my job though.” Aaron pauses before adding, “I don’t want to think about it when I’m with you.” This time he seems a bit unsure of his last sentence. Aaron cleared his throat, trying to move on from what he just said. You could tell he wasn't sure if the last part was too much or out of line in some way. You wanted to reassure him, “That’s totally fine.” You offer a genuine smile, trying to express that you understood fully. Aaron seems to appreciate it because he responds with a slight smile of his own.

You pull out your phone, "What do you want for dinner? I don't really have anything here." Aaron thinks for a moment, "What sounds good to you?" You glare at him, "Nope. You pick." Aaron raises an eyebrow at you. You shake your head and add, "I picked last time. Now it's your turn." Aaron chuckles and shakes his head, "Fine." Aaron suggests a place that is close by, so you call and order the food.

Aaron looks at you once you're off the phone, "You are going to let me pay this time." It was phrased as a question, but it was more of a statement. You slide your phone into your pocket and scoff, "Why would I do that?" Aaron narrows his eyes at you, "Because of that whole situation." He points to your computer. Your attention gets drawn back to the laptop sitting on your legs. Biting your lip, you chuckle, “Don’t judge me too much based on this, okay? I can justify every purchase.” Aaron raises an eyebrow and smirks, “Really?” You narrow your eyes at him, up for the challenge, “Yes.” Aaron smirks and nods, “Okay, then.” Determined, you buckle down, getting ready to defend yourself. Over the next few hours, you both look it over and discuss it. There is a short pause when the food arrives. After you let Aaron pay for it, you both get right back to the evaluation. It wasn't the funniest situation. Having to sit there and look over all the things you had spent money on with a practical stranger. However, parts of this financial conversation were kind of fun.

Aaron looked from the numbers to you, “Seems like you're eating out a lot. You need to go grocery shopping more.” His voice was very parental and borderline lecturing. You automatically resorted to pouting, “It's not that bad.” Aaron narrows his eyes at you, even going as far as to point to the recently finished food. Since it was your idea to order out and you didn't have a lot of food currently, so he was right. That, however, doesn't stop you from pouting further, “They are family-owned local places, and I am friends with a lot of the people. I wanna help them out.” Aaron lets out a soft sigh, “It’s irresponsible.” It was a weak protest on his part. Aaron’s voice was less judgmental. Clearly, he was a big softy under the stern, responsible exterior. So out of curiosity, you wanted to test how close he was to dropping the whole lecturing thing. You let out a whine, “So judgy…” You close your eyes and let your head lightly fall onto the back of the couch. Feeling Aaron’s eyes on you made you curiously open just one eye to peek at him. Surprisingly Aaron had his eyebrows raised, looking amused. As soon as you knew he saw you peeking, you closed your eye again and let out a small huff. This earned you a chuckle from Aaron before he spoke, “You're acting childish.” He didn't even sound remotely mad, so it took all your willpower not to crack a smile right then. You pressed your lips into a firm line in order to hold off as long as you could. You managed to speak without laughing, “ ‘Baby’ is in the title, isn't it? So, I think I’m allowed to act a bit childish.” You let a smile slide onto your face, unable to contain it anymore. Opening your eyes as you chuckled. Aaron was smiling too, which you very much enjoyed seeing. Aaron shook his head at you, “I suppose it comes with the role then.” He looked off to the side for a moment, looking mischievous, “But that would mean I’m allowed to be ‘judgy’ because of my title in this arrangement as well.” Aaron looked at you with a smirk, and you started laughing, “Touche.”

You sit up, moving your laptop over onto the coffee table, “I think both of us did well then, and now it's time to do something fun.” Aaron’s face quickly got serious, “We still need to talk about how I could help you with your financial situation.” You sigh and roll your eyes, making sure it’s overdramatic, so he doesn't get too upset by this response. You look at him, “I am not so financially insecure that I am going to go bankrupt in the next few days.” Aaron narrows his eyes at you, looking like he is about to say something. Before he can, you speak up again, wanting to make your point clear to him, “Aaron, I don’t need or want a human ATM. I wouldn't feel right doing that to anyone, and that's not how I see you.” Aaron seems slightly surprised by your candid response. You feel yourself getting nervous, so you clear your throat to move on, “Let’s do something fun.” Aaron studies you for a minute. You try to relax under his gaze even as it feels like he is trying to analyze you.

Aaron finally softens up once again as he speaks, “It’s late. Where would we go?” You make a playfully disgusted face, “Go out? Eww.” You chuckle, “Don’t get me wrong, outside is great and all but this time of night, it's just clubs open.” You fake gag before bringing your legs up onto the couch. Your brain automatically drifted to all the Sugar Daddy’s Oliva brought around. They loved the whole ‘younger people scene’ like crazy parties or clubs. That wasn't really you. You didn't think Aaron was interested in that either, but you started to feel self-conscious. Curling up as you add, “I suppose my idea of fun is fairly boring compared to most people my age, though.” You finish off your statement with a nervous chuckle as you rubbed the back of your neck. Aaron offers a sweet smile and laughs, “My friends call me boring too, so it's okay.” You can't help but smile back, “We can be boring together.”

You grab the tv remote and hand it to him. Settling in and getting comfy. Aaron looks at you, inquisitively, “You want me to pick?” You shrug as you laugh, “Sure. I’m good with whatever.” He hesitantly starts channel surfing. You watch for a while until you deem enough time has passed, and you try to pull some forms onto your lap sneakily. You start filling them out ever so slowly, trying not to draw too much attention to yourself. Aaron seems to linger on news channels, which wasn’t too surprising. It makes you chuckle to yourself. You glance at the screen every now and then. You weren't one to watch the news yourself, other than maybe for weather updates or something. You didn't mind, though. Aaron seemed to catch himself pausing on the news, clearing his throat in a ‘casual’ fashion before changing the channel. You don't pay it much mind until you notice the serious look set onto his face.

You stop writing to thoroughly look at him, “You don’t seem to be having much fun…” You let out a soft sigh, “I promise that normally I am a better host.” Aaron easily pulled his attention away from the tv. His brows knitted together, “If you're busy, I can leave.” Aaron even starts moving like he is ready to leave right now. You quickly lunge forward, gently grabbing his arm, so he doesn't get up, “Please don’t!” Your words came out a lot needier and rushed then you meant to. Having no clue what just came over you, you just as quickly let go of his arm. You feel your cheeks heat up, “Sorry… I mean, you don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I would understand if you didn’t want to sit around, though.” You altogether avoid eye contact. You liked Aaron, sure, and it was nice having someone around, even if nothing was happening. But it was only your second date, and that small gesture could be seen as you being very desperate.

You feel a slight frown slip onto your face, “Some of these are due tomorrow.” Aaron gets a serious look on his face again, “What sort of problems financial problems have you been having?” You were glad he didn't say anything about your sudden outburst a minute ago, but you also weren't thrilled talking about your finances again. You try to brush it off with a laugh, “You saw my finances, so you tell me.” You feel Aaron’s glare bore into you. You look up at him and try to add a smile to the joke, which makes Aaron roll his eyes. Aaron keeps the stern look on his face. Since you avoided Aaron’s question, he decides to answer yours instead, “You need a new job, it's not paying you enough. That is unless you're working fewer hours for school.” You didn't want to talk about your job. It was complicated and stressful to think about. You cave and decide to answer Aaron’s original question, “My scholarship is being permanently canceled. There was a letter with a lot of legal and financial jargon on it that I didn’t fully understand, but I can’t rely on it to pay for my classes anymore.” Aaron��s glare intensifies when he notices you avoiding the question about your job, but he lets it slide for the time being. He raises an eyebrow, “Where is the letter?” You pause and think, “With my other important papers…” You huff, “Reading over that letter won't be fun for either of us. I said we should do something fun.” Aaron rolls his eyes, “And you truly look like you're having so much fun right now.” You glare at him for a moment before turning your attention back down to the applications in front of you.

Out of spite, you quickly fill out whatever spots you have left on the paper in front of you. Once finished, you carefully toss the stack of papers onto the end table. Then you turn your attention back to Aaron, “There… done. Now I am completely finished for the night.” You can’t help but chuckle, "My undivided attention is now all yours." Aaron rolls his eyes at you, but you see the ghost of a smile on his face. He hands the tv remote back over to you, "Alright, then you get to pick." This time you glare at Aaron but start surfing through channels. At some point, you officially settle on watching 'Unwrapped'. It was a nice relaxing show. Plus, it was semi-educational, and you enjoyed it. Aaron seemed to like it as well, so it was a good thing to watch for the night. It was already getting late, and you were tired. You managed to stay awake for a while, but at some point, your body ultimately gave in, and you fell asleep.

You wake up on the couch, feeling groggy. Rubbing your eyes, you realize that Aaron had fallen asleep with you. You check the time and see that it’s the middle of the night. You stretch slightly and slowly get up. After you stand up, you gently nudge Aaron. He wakes up a bit startled. You start sleepily cooing at him, “Everything is okay, you're fine.” Aaron’s initial reaction eased into confusion. You turn the tv off, “We both fell asleep on the couch.” Aaron lets out a light groan, “Oh… I should head home then.” You turn back to look at him and roll your eyes, “No way in hell am I letting you drive home this late. It’s like 3 am.” Aaron gets another confused look on this face, “I guess the couch will be fine then.” You chuckle, “Come on. Don’t be like that. I have a bed, and it's a decent size. We will both fit in it.” Aaron narrows his eyes at you, almost looking at you suspiciously. You sigh, “Don’t be dramatic. When you were a kid, you shared a bed with your friends for sleepovers.” Aaron gives a groggy nod before conceding with a sigh, “Alright.” You head into your bedroom, deciding these clothes were close enough to pajamas for you to sleep in them. You slide onto your side of the bed and set an alarm for some time tomorrow. Aaron had followed behind you. Once you had laid down, he took the other side of the bed. If both of you had been any less exhausted then, you would probably be nervous about this. But all you could think about was getting back to sleep. It didn’t take long for sleep to retake you.

You woke up to the sound of a phone ringing. You couldn't think of who would be calling you. You search for your phone and grab it. When you go to check the time, you notice two things. First that it was only around 7 am which no one should be calling you this early. Then you see that no one is calling your phone even though a phone is still ringing. That's when your brain caught back up with you, remembering that you let Aaron stay the night since it was so late. The phone doesn't get a chance to ring more than three or four times before he picks it up. Aaron’s voice comes out, only slightly groggy but stern, “Hotchner.” There are a few moments of silence before he speaks again, “I’ll be right in.” You feel him move to get off the bed, and you open your eyes. Sitting up a bit. Aaron was already rushing to get ready, but he did notice that you were awake. He gave you an apologetic look, “Sorry if that call woke you up.” A small yawn overtakes you before you respond, “No worries, It’s totally fine.” You smile at him as he grabs his bag full of extra clothes. Aaron disappears into the bathroom, probably to change.

You get out of bed and start making some coffee, feeling that he will probably need some. You try to look for breakfast, but you don't have anything that would be considered ‘to-go’ food. You settle on just coffee. You lean against the counter as you wait. Aaron emerges from your bedroom, and you pour some coffee into a thermos. You turn around, handing it to him, “Here you go.” He looks from the container to you, “I… Thank you.” Aaron gives a small smile before grabbing the thermos from you. You chuckle and smile, “No problem. I know last night was probably boring and more casual than you expected-” You pause for just a moment. Before you can continue, Aaron quickly speaks up, “No.” He stops himself and clears his throat before calming his voice down, “I like casual, it’s relaxing.” A smile spreads across your face, “I had fun, so I’m glad you enjoyed it as well.” Aaron watches you for a moment, almost like he is thinking about something. You tilt your head curiously, about to ask him. Suddenly a realization hit him, and he checked his watch, “I have to go.” You lean against the counter and nod, “Alright.” Aaron scrambles to get all his stuff together to get ready to go.

Right before he is about to walk out the door, you quickly peak around the corner, “Hey.” Aaron stops and turns to look at you, a stern yet worried look on his face, “Yeah?” You grin, “Feel free to randomly stop by my apartment again. Anytime.” Aaron cracks a smile. He diverts eye contact to the ground as he chuckles, “I just might take you up on that.” You laugh and use a fake stern voice, “You better.” You pause and lean against the wall, “Have a good day.” Aaron chuckles again and nods, “You too.” With that, he quickly leaves, closing the door behind him.

A Continuation of Unconventional -- Peer Pressure -- Second Date*

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statticscribbles · 4 years ago

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Heat

Summary: a/b/o Jughead/reader Request: A/B/O werewolf fic where Jughead helps the reader get through her heat. Maybe they’ve been dating for a while, but this is her first heat with them being a couple. Maybe it involves some lovemaking and fluffy stuff? Maybe she tries to push him away so he won’t see her so weak, but he reassures her that he thinks she’s strong and just doesn’t want her to go through it alone?

“Hey uh, Jughead. I’m gonna be busy next week so can we reschedule the usual Pop’s date?” “It’s our anniversary date in addition to the regular Pop’s one; of course. Don’t look so upset; what’s going on?” “Oh uh, noting just uh, ya know…” “I know what?” He smiles fondly nudging your shoulder. “Y/N?” “Sorry it’s just omega stuff. Nothing bad; just awkward.” “You know I don’t mind talking about that. I’ll buy you a shake and we can talk about it?” You nod following him and nervously shifting and sitting in the booth at Pop’s jumping when he reappears.

“You okay baby?” He hums wrapping his arms around you as he almost pulls you onto his lap as he sits next to you in the booth. “Yeah just, uh.” You scoot nervously back pressing yourself against the window. “I have my heat coming up and I know it’s like normal for you to have nothing to do with it and that’s fine I mean I’m not exactly strong in general but it gets worse during that and I just know you don’t wanna deal with me like that so I thought I would warn you.” You cringe slightly relieved that you’d managed to get through it without getting two upset. “Wait you think just cause I’m an Alpha I wouldn’t want to be around you?” “I mean yeah, besides we haven’t been dating for that long and I didn’t really want to just assume you’d want to you know, have sex with me.” You mumble face flushing as you keep your eyes on the ground

“Why wouldn’t I want to have sex with you?” Jughead questions and you looks confused at he before looking back down to yourself. “I’m me? Like I’m not a particularly good looking omega, let alone good at the usual omega things, on top of the fact I joined the pack when you did, but you were already part of it cause your family. You could do a lot better than me; Toni, or Betty would be better matches for you.” “They’re both gay Y/N.” “Besides you’re part of the pack and my dad already loves you, regardless of what you think of yourself. Please let me spend next week with you; if you want?” “I’d love that Jughead.” You relax curling back into his side trying to fight of a smile and how pleased he looks.

You had spent two hours before going back to bed debating if it was worth trying to go to school, deciding that with how warm and then cold you’d felt over the span of two minutes that it was going to be impossible to concentrate on anything other than your feelings and Jughead. You wrinkle your nose at the thought of Jughead, just the thought of him making you feel too warm and flushed despite the fact you’re laying on the kitchen floor trying to avoid crawling into the freezer to cool down.

“Y/N?” You wake up hear Jughead calling into your room, you can hear him moving around it and you sit up trying your best not to just run over to him like your heat wants you to do. You sit for a moment your head pounding as you sit against the freezer. You keep your eyes close as he walks into the kitchen. “Did you fall asleep on the kitchen floor?” “It’s cold.” You whine and open your eyes to see him nodding. “Come on, you should get to bed.” You let him lead you back towards it and curl under the blanket he pulls over you. “Get some rest love.” “You’ll stay?” You mumble into the covers and he nods. “Of course. I’m your Alpha aren’t I? You really should sleep though.” He narrows his eyes as you shift sitting upwards before you pull him onto the bed with you as you lie back down.

“Y/N I have to go make food, when was the last time you ate?” “When we got food at Pop’s.” You shrug at him and he chews his lip. “Well that’s not too bad, you only missed dinner and breakfast, so pancakes sound good?” He grins and you nod excitedly. You must have fallen asleep because when you wake back up Jughead’s wrapped around you reading whatever book he’d brought with him. “You’re skipping school.” You comment and he smiles. “And you’re not?” “I have a doctors note.” “And I have you; problem solved.” He leans over to kiss you and you try your best not to crawl on top of him. Still you end up shifting yourself awkwardly trying to avoid actually crawling onto him “Oh sorry I just-“ You can feel him moving; you realize he’s pulling you in and you duck your head nervously. “Do you not want to?” You can feel Jughead pause. “No I do but-“ You don’t finish before Jughead’s pulling you against him with his hands. He hums as he kisses you, pulling you on his lap so you’re straddling him.

“Jonsie;” You hesitate and he kisses you once more. “Yes?” You can feel your face heating up; every part of you feels too warm. You nuzzle into his neck, whining faintly. “Y/N? Baby?” He pauses bumping his nose into your neck; you can hear him gasp slightly, before his nose is joined by his mouth; his tongue moving against your neck. He hums again, but you swear it’s a growl as he pulls you more onto the bed, flipping you so you’re on your back and he’s on top of you. His eyes dark black suddenly as he kisses you deeper. “Y/N, what you want? Hmm?” He pulls back, leg resting between yours, you can’t even remember spreading them. You look up, you feel hazy, your body moving sluggishly, you squeeze your eyes shut and Jughead curls around you, pulling you up slightly to hug you against him.

“Oh.” His eyes widen, colour returning to them as he smirks slightly before lowering you back down. You brain feels a little less hazy, although the heat is still running under your skin. As Jughead moves away you let a small whine out, flushing in embarrassment when he returns to hovering over you. “Tell me what you need love.” His voice is quiet and you frown, sitting up as he does and pouting. “What’s wrong?” He doesn’t finish before you’re on top of him, whimpering and grinding against him face shoved into his neck breathing him in. Your brain is still fuzzy, half formed ideas fluttering through the fog. You try your best to make sense of any of the thoughts, but you can’t think of anything besides Jughead. “Jonesie, please, please Alpha.” You barely breathe the last part before he’s on top of you again, fingers tugging off your clothes mouth against yours before you whine feeling his skin cooling you down immediately. You can feel his hand drifting lower and you squirm against his fingers as he smirks. “There we go, easy now. Such a good Omega.” His voice is quiet, soft with wonder. You bump your forehead with his as he moves to kiss you again. “Yours.” You nod to him and he smirks nodding back.

“And I’m yours.” You nod whining as his fingers pull away, moaning slightly as he enters you. You’re not fully focused on what he’s saying only whimpering as he slows down, nipping his bottom lip as he laughs a little, readjusting and pushing his face back into your neck, before you can feel him starting to move faster. You whine hands wrapping around him and bucking your hips with his thrusts. You turn your neck to him, your brain seeming to cause you to move before you speak. He hums as he finishes thrusting, teeth sinking into your neck at the same time. Your vision goes fuzzy for a moment, his face blurring as he pulls back, the warmth pulling from your body and pooling in your neck before it seems to flow around you. You sigh contently as he licks the side of you neck pulling both of your clothes back over. “Sleep more.” He hums into your neck and you nod clinging to him, you can see him smirking and you want to ask but he shakes his head kissing you as he covers both of you in the blanket.

You wake alone and try to focus on any sense of sound before you think about panicking. “Y/N. I can tell you’re awake.” Jughead greets as he walks back into the room. “You can?” “Well I was watching you from the doorway. That sounds creepy to be honest, can you just pretend I didn’t say that.” “Why were you watching my from the doorway?” “Well I was going to wake you to say I got Pop’s; but I got distracted.” “Watching me sleep?” “You’re pretty. I like to look at pretty things.” “Just pretty?” “I can think more once we’ve eaten, come on; it’s going to get cold if you stay in bed any longer.” “Well once we’ve eaten you’ll have to tell me everything you’re thinking about me.” You grin and he laughs. “Of course, you’re my Omega, why wouldn’t I. The faster we eat this the faster the rest of the pack won’t find out.” “About us? Or the fact you got Pop’s without them?” “Oh my god I got Pop’s without them they’re going to plan a coup.” You laugh pulling a fry from the bottom of the bag. ‘Well we should get eating then we can go back to bed and pretend nothing happened food wise.” You grin and he nods kissing you before he pulls his burger out.

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