#EDIT: yeah I kept going with the bit even in the tags I was having too much fun sdsd

[nakylvr]

— FILL THE VOID

daniela avanzini x fem!reader x megan skiendiel

summary: you've been aware of megan's "little crush" on you over the past few years, honestly finding it endearing and cute. after talking with daniela about trying something, things take a turn.

warnings/tags: nsfw content, language, threesome, established relationship (dani & reader), g!p meizini, riding, effiel towering, cumming inside (multiple times), switch!reader, switch!megan, dom!daniela, recording during sex, mami kink

part of the substance series

wc: 2,6 k

minors dni

im so sorry for how long this took but uh i hope you guys like it 😓 i kept editing it so this is the final product 😖

sitting on the couch in between daniela and megan, the three of you were watching some dumb movie daniela wanted to watch. but none of you were really watching. you kept catching megan trying to take terrible sneaky glances at you, poorly acting like she wasn't doing anything when you look over at her.

you’d been aware of her “little” crush on you a bit after you started dating dani. megan was adorably obvious about it. trying to sneakily look at you when she thought you weren't paying attention, getting hard around you showing her visible print in her pants when you wore something a little too provocative, her eyes trailing your body only to turn bright red whenever you would even merely touch her arm. it was honestly endearing and cute.

you also knew she was way too shy to do anything about it. dani was her best friend, and you were dating dani. which meant you were off limits. she knew that. so why would she even try?

you look over at the ginger from the corner of your eye, seeing her gaze already on you. you then take a look at dani, who just nods her head giving you the okay.

“y’know, megs,” you start, causing her to look at you. “i really think you should go back to the dark hair.” your hand moves to push a strand of her hair out of her face.

“huh?” megan lets out, her face instantly turning red. “you think?”

“yeah.” you nod, your hand moving down to her shoulder. “i love the ginger, but i miss your natural look.”

“well–uh–thanks,” megan manages to get out, confused as to what's happening. within the second your leg is hooking over hers to straddle her and trap her, making her eyes go wide. “wh–what’re you doing?” she stammers.

“i know about your little crush on me, mei mei,” you say, your fingers fiddling with the material of her shirt on her shoulders.

“what?” she blurts out. “i mean–i don't–i would never–”

“it's okay,” you cut her off, grinding your hips against her slowly, feeling her start to get hard under you. “dani and i talked about it.” you lean in close to whisper in her ear. “you can have your way with me if you want.”

megan feels a shiver run down her spine, a pathetic whimper falling from her lips as you grind against her with more force. she looks between you and dani with a red face, trying to see if this was some kind of joke, and given by how dani hasn't freaked out yet, she assumes she's in the clear.

“really?” the ginger whispers.

“mhm,” you hum with a nod. “c’mon. you want me, don't you, mei mei?”

“yes,” she says softly.

“then do what you want for once.”

as soon as the words leave your mouth and you lean back to look at megan, she's surging closer to kiss you roughly. the action surprises you, a little noise leaving your throat as she grabs your hips tightly, dragging you against her hard cock straining against her shorts making you both moan. your arms wrap around her neck, pulling her impossibly closer to you. biting down on her bottom lip, a whimper escapes her mouth when you gently tug on it and pull it back with your teeth.

parting from the kiss, a string of saliva pulls between your lips, and when you look into megan’s eyes, you feel a shiver run down your spine. her pupils are blown wide, dark and hungry with need as she breathes heavily trying to recuperate. she doesn't say a word, instead shimmying out of her shorts and boxers, making her cock spring out and slap against her stomach.

your eyes widen at the sight of her. she's bigger than you expected. not that you're complaining, you never would. but you wouldn't be able to deny the way you throbbed thinking of her inside you.

“you're so big, mei mei,” you purr, your hand moving down to give her a few strokes, smearing the precum around her tip.

“fuck…” megan breathes out, her hips jerking up.

“you wanna be inside me, meiyokie? hm?” your hand speeds up slightly, making the ginger whimper loudly.

“yes. god, yes, please.” megan nods quickly. “please.”

a smile curls on your lips at her response. pushing your shorts and panties aside, you lift your hips and slowly sink down onto her. a sharp gasp leaves your mouth as you go lower down until she's fully sheathed inside of you, and you're letting out shallow breaths. you’ve never felt this full before, feeling the younger’s dick deep in you nearly pressing against your cervix without even moving.

“oh my god.” your eyes roll back when you slowly rock against her, a moan falling from your lips. “feel so full, fuck!” you throw your head back and lift your hips up before falling back down, a moan leaving both your lips.

megan’s eyes never leave your face as you start to ride her with desperation and need. watching the way your face changes at every thrust, how your lips part when those pretty noises leave your mouth. moans leave her mouth without any care, the feeling of your warm, wet walls almost too much for her. “you feel so good, yn. holy shit!” she hisses, her hands gripping your hips tightly as you move.

“yeah?” you smile, looking down at her. “you're so big inside me, i can feel you so deep.” you pull your shirt off over your head, watching her eyes go big when you unclasp your bra and let it slip off. “you can touch me, baby,” you tell her, resting your hands on her shoulders.

a whimper leaves megan’s mouth at the petname, her face flushing red as she moves one of her shaky hands to grab your breast and gently squeeze, making you whine and arch into her. hesitantly she moves forward to your other breast, glancing up at you before wrapping her lips around your nipple and carefully sucking on it, making her sigh against your chest.

your hips stutter when you feel her begin sucking on your nipple while still squeezing and fondling your other breast, a breathy moan escaping your lips as you look down at her. you just smile at her, grasping the back of her head and pushing her closer against you as you speed up, loud moans leaving your mouth. “fuck, you're gonna make me cum!” you whine.

hearing your words, megan finally starts thrusting up into you as you go faster, moaning into your chest as she continues to suck and lick around your nipple. her eyes peer up at you, all big and pleading with tears threatening to spill. she mumbles something against you, and you have a feeling you know what she's saying given by how she's twitching and throbbing inside you.

“you gonna cum, baby?” you ask her breathlessly, trying to keep your eyes open but they end up fluttering shut when you feel her tip poke at your g-spot making you gasp. “cum inside me—fuck, please, mei mei—wan’ feel you, please, please,” you start babbling while feeling your climax approaching. your head was spinning and hazy with pleasure, and all you could think about was how you should've talked to dani about this sooner.

“what?” megan lets out, finally pulling away from your chest. “i-i don't think i should,” she manages to get out past her moans. she wants to, though. you can see it. she wants to so bad, but she also doesn't want to fuck everything up.

“please,” you beg before looking over at daniela. “please, mami, please. just this once, please.”

megan turns her head to look at daniela when you do, the latina’s pants and boxers at her ankles with her hard cock in her hand. she's breathing heavily while stroking herself, and megan feels both embarrassment and an odd sense of arousal remembering she was watching the whole thing.

“go ahead,” is all daniela says in response.

a smile grows on your face and you look back down at megan, cupping her face with your hands and kissing her deeply. you both moan against each other's lips as megan uses all her strength to jackhammer up into you, feeling your walls clench around her tightly.

“���m gonna cum,” she mutters against your lips, whimpers leaving her mouth as she gets closer to her orgasm.

“cum for me, fill me up, please,” your voice is shaky interrupted with moans and choked gasps.

with a few more thrusts, megan lets out a long whine, her hips stilling as you feel thick ropes of her cum shoot inside you making you cum over her cock with a loud moan.

you collapse against the ginger, both of you breathing heavily trying to recover. after the waves of your orgasm pass, you're able to hear the whimpering coming from the other side of the couch. lifting your head off megan’s chest, you glance over to see dani still jerking herself off, letting out quiet whimpers and gasps.

“you need some help, mami?” you ask the latina, crawling off megan’s lap and moving towards dani.

“please, baby,” she says breathlessly, a low groan leaving her mouth when you move her hand and replace it with your own. she glances over at megan who's now staring at you two with hooded eyes, her cock twitching and getting hard again just at the sight. she suddenly grabs your wrist to stop your movements. “you wanna try something, babygirl?”

looking into her eyes, you know by now what she means when she asks that. you know each other's limits, and you know she wouldn't do anything that could make you uncomfortable. and right now? you didn't give a shit what she was about to suggest. you end up giving a nod, and she just smiles, her dimple showing.

and somehow within the next five minutes you were in the bedroom on your hands and knees with megan behind you and dani in front of you with her hand running through your hair, her phone propped against the dresser recording the scene.

“you ready, babygirl?” daniela asks you, putting your hair in a makeshift ponytail. you nod in response, glancing at her phone before up to her again, to which she just smiles softly at you. “you tell me if you wanna stop, ‘kay?”

you nod again, feeling warmth creep up on your cheeks at how soft she says the words and the position you were in, let alone being recorded. “yes, mami,” you reply.

“good girl.” she pats your cheek gently before looking at megan. she just gives the ginger a curt nod telling her to start and megan nods, putting her hands on your hips and slowly pushing inside you.

“fuck,” megan hisses, stilling once she was all the way in.

your head drops, hanging low as you feel her slide in you, your jaw slack as a whimper leaves your mouth when she slowly pulls out and pushes back into you. “oh m-my god.” your hands claw at the bedding beneath you, your voice shaky already. daniela tugs your hair to have you look up at her, a little gasp escaping your mouth at the action as you stare into her dark eyes.

daniela has your hair in one hand, and her dick in the other, peering down at you with hungry eyes. “c’mon, cariño. you're gonna be good for me, right?” she says.

“mhm,” you hum with a nod.

“then be good.” her cock prods against your lips as she looks at you expectantly. nodding shortly, your lips part and the latina pushes into your mouth, letting out a little sigh as she feels the warmth of your mouth around her. “there we go…” she whispers. “you're so beautiful, mi vida.” she breathes out. “so good f’ me.”

daniela slowly starts to push further into your mouth, a groan leaving her lips when your throat contracts to swallow around her, feeling your tongue swirl around her length. “fuck…” she sighs, pulling out a bit and thrusting back in.

by now megan has started speeding up, letting out quiet whimpers behind you trying not to sound like a total loser, but the way your walls clench around her length has her moaning pathetically. her hands rest on your hips with a tight grip as she quickens her pace, the movements causing you to take daniela’s cock further down your throat causing you to gag slightly.

“fuck yeah, baby.” daniela just smiles down at you, keeping your hair in her hand to prevent it from falling in your face. “that's my good little slut. look at you, taking both of us so well.” her voice is sweet as she talks despite her words towards you, and you moan around her causing the latina to let out a groan. “shit—do that again, baby.”

in the three years you've known both of them, you never imagined that this would happen. yeah, you thought about it once or twice before you started dating dani, but god were you thanking yourself for talking to her about it.

tears were welling in your eyes, threatening to spill as you stare up at daniela who keeps muttering praises mixed with degrading words that you can hardly even process anymore. all you can focus on is how good it feels. you're moaning and gurgling around daniela’s cock with the force of megan’s desperate pace pushing her further down your throat, saliva dribbling from the corners of your mouth.

“you look so hot, baby—fuck,” daniela’s breathing was heavier now, her dick twitching and throbbing against your tongue. “shit—i’m close.” her grip on your hair tightens as she pulls on it slightly.

“me too,” megan is barely able to get out past her moans. “f-fuck, wh-where should i–” she can't even finish without a moan coming from her at the feeling of your walls fluttering around her and squeezing her dick.

daniela looks down at you. “you want her to cum inside you again, baby?” she says, stilling her hips for a moment. you nod quickly in response, and she smiles. “my dirty girl, wanting her girlfriends best friend to cum in her—fucking slut.” she starts thrusting her hips again, getting closer to her climax while watching you. breathy moans escaped her lips now, her hips moving out of pace and frantic. “you cum when you want, baby,” she tells you.

you can barely process the words being spoken to you, merely nodding along to everything daniela says while feeling the knot in your stomach tightening and threatening to snap. you know megan’s about to cum by how desperate her movements have become and her cock throbbing inside of you, and her tip hits that spot inside you has your eyes rolling back and you're cumming on her cock, your body shaking as you let out a whine.

within the seconds of you cumming megan is right behind you, a long moan coming from her as her hips still and you feel her fill you up again. and within the minute of that daniela groans, her jaw slacks as she cums down your throat, making you swallow it all.

the three of you are panting heavily as they pull out of you and you collapse onto the bed, head hitting the pillow with a soft thump.

“you okay, baby?” daniela asks.

“mhm,” you hum with a short nod before holding your arms outstretched.

without another word, daniela lays down next to you, letting you wrap your arm over her. your other arm is still extended, and megan just sits there not knowing what to do.

“c’mere,” you mumble to the younger girl.

immediately megan crawls onto the bed on the other side of you, curling into your side. you let out a quiet giggle at how fast she moved, looking between the two girls on either side of you.

“this isn't going to be a one time thing, is it?” you ask.

“no.”

“probably not.”

[opal-nite]

i can handle me a dangerous man

pairing: logan howlett x f!reader

word count: 2.6k

synopsis: Gruff sexy dangerous man walks into a bar. Bartender is a hopeless yearner turned seductress that wants to handle her a dangerous man. (smut with plot) Lowkey praise kink!Logan.

A/N: not edited

A cigarette perfumed room was where she spent most of her time. That old, oaky bar whose wooden floorboards creaked beneath the men who only ordered whiskey.

She was used to cigarettes. So when the rich, earthy aroma of a cigar billowed out of this mouth, it caught her attention.

Oh. Her thoughts went soft, breath thin.

“You alright?” the other bartender asked her still frame.

“Yes!” she turned around. “Sorry, I zoned out.”

“You see that one guy?” the coworker whispered. “He’s huge.”

“What guy?”

“Across the bar. Tall. Scruffy. Brooding.”

“Oh, yeah… He is tall.”

“Looks kinda scary though.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, look at him. He’s kinda buff. And he looks…” the coworker tilted his head, thinking, “I don’t know what emotion that is but — not happy.”

She kept her eyes to the floor, feigning nonchalance.

“You talk to him?”

“Only when he first ordered. His voice is sorta scary, too. Like, gruff.”

She looked back over to him. There was a dusty window behind him that shown soft light onto him, gentle golden emanating his frame. Warmed by the mahogany of the leather worn across his shoulders.

“Doesn’t look that gruff,” she commented gingerly, picking up a cup to clean. “He’s kinda pretty, actually.”

“You wanna talk to him?” he asked, almost surprised.

She shrugged cheekily. “I dunno. I might.”

“Good Lord. He’s yours.”

Quite frankly, unable to not notice him, she made her way over when she saw his empty glass.

“Get you another?” she asked, enjoying being closer than across the bar.

“Yeah. Thanks,” he gave her a nod.

His voice was low, husky, but dulcet. She didn’t realize she liked the smell of cigars. Smoke flitted around him, illuminated by the backdrop of dusty sunlight behind him. When it floated above his head, it almost looked like a halo.

She returned, placing his second drink down in front of him.

“Those good?” she gestured to the cigar.

He raised an eyebrow. “What, you wanna try?”

A meek smile. “You offering?”

He shrugged, reaching out his arm to her, cigar in hand. She tried not to let her hand linger on his as she took it.

“You smoke?” he asked.

“Not really, no.”

“Don’t inhale it. Just hold the smoke in your mouth for a bit, then exhale.”

She nodded and brought the cigar to her lips, doing as he said. She drew the smoke into her mouth, held it for a second, then exhaled. She watched the smoke swirl around in between them, before glancing up to meet his gaze. A beat passed as she clung to the umber in his eyes, deep brown drawing her closer.

“Thanks,” she leaned in to hand the cigar back. She noticed his dog tag. “Logan.”

“Don’t mention it…” he trailed off, not knowing her name.

She gave it to him diligently

He left not long after that. She watched his burly frame as he got up to go.

*

The next time she saw him, it was much later at night. And more crowded.

She smelled the smoke before she saw the man. The scent caught her attention immediately and beckoned her head to the door.

He looked just as good as when she saw him the first time, if not better. He wore the same leather jacket with a different cigar hanging out of his mouth. But the same brown richness in his eyes.

Over the course of the night she went back and forth, bringing him his next drink, making conversation, trying not to stare. She could’ve been mistaken but she thought she felt his eyes on her when she was elsewhere around the bar.

“Hey!” some drunk man called to her. “I’ve been waiting for that beer forever!”

“Yup. I’m coming.”

“Like, don’t know why it’s takin’ so long,” he slurred. “It’s a beer, you don’t even have to pour it. Just open it and bring it.”

“I’m sorry for the wait, I’ll get to you in a second.”

The man looked to the people around him, like they should be as outraged as he was. “I mean, what the hell? Is it that hard?”

“Sir, please. Just give me a second.”

“Oh, oh! Give you a second?” he scoffed. “How bout give me my fuckin beer.”

She rolled her eyes, grabbing a bottle. Annoyed, she placed it in front of him with a little too much force.

“Hey!” he grasped her arm, “I didn’t ask for the attitude.”

She pulled her arm, but he held on hard. “Are you kidding me? You wanna get kicked out?”

“All I want is some good service. Didn’t realize it was so fuckin’ hard—“

Her arm was suddenly free, as the man’s arm was snatched away and slammed onto the bar counter. Suddenly, Logan was standing in front of her, pinning the man’s arm down.

“What the fuck man!” the drunk idiot slurred, trying to yank his arm away. It didn’t even budge.

“Get out,” Logan ordered.

“Dick. You get out. Get off me!”

In a drunken rage, the man swung, only for his fist to be caught almost effortlessly. Logan clenched his hand on the man’s, and she thought she heard a crack. The man grimaced, trying, in vain, to conceal the fact that he was in pain.

Logan’s voice was low. “You can either leave yourself or I can escort you.”

Then he released the man’s hand.

“Jesus, fuck,” the man said, holding his own hand. He stalled for a second, looking between her and Logan. Then he left, defeated.

She rubbed her arm where he had grabbed her. “Thank you. I guess.”

“Are you hurt?”

“No, no. I’m fine, he just got my arm.”

“Sorry about that.”

“Oh, don’t be sorry, you didn’t do anything.”

“Just sorry that it happened.”

It was quiet for a moment. It was almost difficult to tear herself away from looking at him.

“Thank you,” she said, softly.

Her and another coworker made their way back to the register.

“Did that actually just happen?” the coworker asked.

“Why, you still scared?”

“And you aren’t? He seems dangerous. It’s not that I’m scared, he’s scary.”

She glanced back at Logan, who was back in his seat but seemed to be scanning the room, more specifically the area closest to her.

“I don’t know,” she tilted her head. “I don’t really see it that way.”

The coworker shook his head. “God help you with your taste in men.”

She smiled. “Hey, your good lord doesn’t need to lift a finger! I can handle it.”

She glanced back over at Logan again, only to find him already looking at her. Dangerous? That’s a maybe. Alluring? That’s for sure. She liked those odds.

*

When her shift had finally ended, she was leaving out the bar’s back door into the dead of night. She stopped short once she saw a man standing a few feet ahead of her, leaning against the wall. She would’ve been alarmed at first, but then she smelled the cigar.

“I almost just dropped dead before I realized it was you,” she took a breath; he smiled at that. “What are you doing back here?”

“Waiting for you.”

Her breath caught in the back of her throat. She held it in her mouth for a second, then exhaled. She took a step forward.

“For me?” she smiled fondly.

He pulled the cigar from his lips, letting a cloud flow from his tongue. “That’s right. The patrons here don’t seem overly civilized. Just wanted to make sure no one else was waiting.”

She was close enough that she could inhale the smoke he just breathed out. Perhaps if she focused, she could taste his tongue on it. Emboldened by the thought, she took another step closer, gently grabbing the cigar for herself.

“And they say you’re dangerous,” she inhaled.

He tilted his head. “Who said that?”

She exhaled. “Is it true?”

“Sometimes. Depends.”

“Hm.”

Ever so slowly, she brought the cigar up to his mouth and placed it between his lips. He let her, eyes attached to hers the entire time.

“I don’t feel scared,” her voice was whisper smooth.

Gently, she took hold of his hand and brought it up to her cheek. His palm was rough but strong, akin to the leather of his jacket. The leather that she was now close enough to smell. And mixed with the cigar smoke and bourbon, it was inebriating. With a tenderness that hit her just as hard as it was soft, he gently caressed the skin on her cheek.

Her nerves were galvanized. That’s right, she thought. Let me beckon the softness from you.

He took the cigar from his mouth with his other hand.

“Your hearts beating really fast,” he commented.

“What? How do you know?”

“I can hear it.”

It was dead silent. Why was that attractive? All she could feel was his hand on her cheek.

“Oh,” she paused, glued to his gaze. “Does that give me away then?”

“Were you trying to be subtle?”

“Not a whole lot.”

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “So what now?”

“I closed the bar tonight. So no one’s there and I’m the only one with the key.”

“Is that what you want?”

“You tell me, angel.”

That was all he needed.

*

As soon as the door was shut and locked behind her, he was on her. Without thought she gave her neck to him, head thrown back against the door. Since he could hear her heart, she hoped he could feel the thrumming in her veins. To sense something so personal — so dangerous — as blood was exhilarating. Go ahead, know me, she thought. Feel me. Take me.

“Shouldn’t be doin’ this,” he gritted out during an excruciating pause from her neck.

“We absolutely should be doing this,” she breathed, basking in the feeling of his hand cradling the back of her head.

“Whoever said it — they’re right. I am dangerous.”

“You’re perfect.”

He pulled back for a moment and held her face in his hands. They were both quite breathless.

He caressed her cheek once more. “I don’t wanna get you into trouble.”

She put her hands over his.

“Does it look like I mind trouble?”

“It looks like you should.”

She tilted her head down and looked up at him through her lashes. “But look how good you’re treating me.”

His jaw clenched. “You’re evil.”

“And you’re heavenly.”

That snapped that was left of his sanity. In one quick swoop, he hooked one arm underneath her thighs and leaned her against the wall, the other hand holding the base of her neck. He dove in as she ran her hands through his hair. He moved around until he found the spot that made her grip his hair tight.

“That’s it,” he whispered.

The muscles in her back tensed.

“Bite me,” she implored.

“No.”

“Please,” she strained.

He couldn’t oppose her. And he could feel her skin growing warmer. Without enough force to draw blood, he bit down on the spot she liked, delighting in the hum from her throat she didn’t even try to hide.

“You like that?”

“I like you,” she tugged his mouth to hers and swallowed his groan at the contact.

It was heated, fast, and almost messy. Now she could taste his tongue for real. She moaned at the feeling. Just hearing her was enough to make him rut his hips against hers. He didn’t realize he was so worked up.

“Mm,” she breathed, parting from his lips for a second. “Should do that for real.”

He was holding her up with almost no effort. She was dying to find out what he could do if he was motivated.

“I can’t—“ he was interrupted by her mouth, “fuck you against a bar wall.”

“Sure you can,” her voice was coated in sweetness but was pure sex. “You’ll be real good at it too.”

“Jesus Christ.”

With haste, he grabbed the bottom hem of her top and pulled it off over her head. He put her down for a second to take his own shirt off and let her undress the rest of the way. He looked up and she was fully nude in front of him.

With a feather light touch, his hands ghosted the outline of her waist and hips. “And you called me angel.”

“Yeah. This face…” she stepped up so her chest was flush against his, hands cupping his face. “It’s dangerous how good you look.”

He could almost blush. Instead, he hoisted her up again and pressed her against the wall.

“This is how you like it?”

“Only if it’s you.”

He dove into her neck again, sucking and licking and biting where he saw fit. He reached his hand between her legs to find her eager and nearly dripping.

“Jesus. All that for me?” he whispered into her neck.

She nodded almost frantically. “Since I first saw you the other night.”

"You’re gonna kill me.”

“How about you fuck me instead.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. With his spare hand he shoved his pants down just far enough. When he pushed into her they both gasped, foreheads pressed up against each other. She gripped his shoulders with both hands, trying to steady herself from the dizzying feeling of being so filled. Like her coworker said, he’s huge.

He started slow, rhythmic strokes going in and out.

“Oh fuck,” she laid her head on his shoulder.

He had one arm under her ass and one pressed up against her back, holding her like something precious.

“You okay?” he asked, planting a kiss on her shoulder, over a mark he had already left.

“Yes,” her breath was getting heavy. “It’s so deep. Fuck. Keep going.”

Obeying, he began to speed up. He started to bounce her a little bit to match the speed of his thrusts.

Her eyes rolled back. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Sound so pretty when you’re talkin’ like that.”

“You sound-,”her breath hitched, “-pretty all the time. That voice-,” a sharp inhale, “-alone could get me off.”

His pace sped up again as he unsuccessfully stifled a loud groan. “Sweet talking me like that like you want me to finish early.”

“You like it?”

“I like you.”

At this point, they’re both heaving as he’s erratically slamming her up and down against his hips. Her voice shuddered and she swung her head back, but it smacked against the wall behind her. Immediately he brought his hand up to hold the back of her head. A simple act, but she thought that was going to end her.

Her breathing then became erratic and nearly every muscle in her body started to clench.

“You close, sweet girl? You look so pretty like this.”

She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and held on tight, gasping and moaning his name over and over. And that was how she came undone. In his arms as he cradled her head, whispering endearments to her.

Once he coaxed her back to reality, she pulled away to face him and he pushed stray strands of hair out of her face. Her deep breaths began to slow and she rested her forehead on his again.

“You’re so gentle with me it makes my chest hurt.”

He laughed. “Is that a compliment?”

She laughed, too. “Like, I don’t know how I’m supposed to not fall in love with you.”

It was half a joke, half not.

“You definitely shouldn’t do that.”

“Would it be so horrible?”

“No. It wouldn’t.”

“Well, then what’s the problem?”

“It would end badly.”

“Why? ‘Cause you’re dangerous?”

“I dunno. Something like that. And if not me, then other people.”

“I think I could handle it.”

[n3ptoonz]

'She's My Collar'

THANKS FOR 700+!!😁😁❤️❤️

Pairing: Congressman!Bucky/F!Reader

Fandom: MCU

Warnings/tags: Smut; Explicit, sub!bucky; dom!reader, assistant!reader, handjob, orgasm denial, he's terrible at hiding his emotions, praise kink!!! small dirty talk; dialogue, kinda proofread

the way i kept almost scrapping this bc i didn't want it to be like every other assistant reader fic like😭but i did it yayyy!!

edit: in consideration for another part

Word count: 2.3k+

It's been a long day. Ironically enough, more for you than him. You may not be his writer but you surely have to pick up some of the pieces after he fumbles when talking to the press about literally anything. Three knocks pressed against his door before you walked in, well aware he didn't care when it was you. Not many people were allowed to just roll up on him like that, if even anybody else.

You opened your binder and handed him a sheet of next week's schedule already. His cheeks puffed with the future exhaustion that was yet to come, but still he thanked you as he always does. He never lets you go until you've heard him say thank you, especially because he knows you didn't expect it. It's your job. It's what you get paid to do for whoever sits in that chair. That and you don't take any bullshit. A bit funny considering you've never had to remind him of that, not that you ever needed to--which was refreshing.

"Not a problem," you said with a small smile. "You have a one o'clock conference to attend downstairs but they didn't tell me what it was about. Just told me to deliver the message but press will be there. Look alive, Barnes."

Bucky nodded and checked his watch, still having some time but he figured he get an early head start. He stood up and grabbed a thin binder full of papers. "Let's just head down now. Get this over with."

You walked down the halls with a confident stride, him not so much.

"Try not to look like someone pissed in your cereal, yeah?" you said with a glance as you stopped in front of the boardroom. That earned a faint smirk and soft huff through his nose.

"Yes ma'am." he said. You narrowed your eyes.

"You mocking me?" you playfully accused.

"Never in a hundred and ten years." he teased back before checking his watch again with a tired sigh already. "I guess this is me."

"Stay alert and don't freeze." you reminded him with a pat on his back. He gave you a puzzled look.

"I don't freeze."

"Long pauses then saying absolutely nothing important is adjacent to freezing." you remarked and gestured for him to go in. He had a look of 'do I really do that?' written all over his face before he gave you one more glance and went in.

A long hour and a half later, you came back to his office with a sheet of paper fresh off the printer sitting atop your binder. Two--determined--knocks pressed to his door before you walked in. He looked up at you from his desk, taking note of your neutral expression that was a bit tighter than usual.

"We need to work on your media training." you said while sliding the paper onto his desk. He skimmed the paper and slowly looked up with a sheepish look. "That bad, huh?"

"You looked like you wanted to toss that reporter from the top of the building." you deadpanned, a hint of humor in your tone.

"He shouldn't have stood so close." he grumbled, making you roll your eyes. "Don't I have writers for this kind of thing?"

"Yeah, for official statements. Speeches. You have to be prepared for as many angles as possible. I can't keep covering for you."

"...Why not?" he asked in genuine curiosity.

You blinked at him. "Barnes, I am your assistant." you said like it was the most obvious thing in the world--because it is. "You're lucky I'm willing to help."

You took off your blazer and smoothed out your slacks before taking out your phone. Ignoring his short grumble of protest, he couldn't say no. Not to you. He glanced up at you typing away and admired you from afar. His blue eyes pooling with curiosity and maybe...no. You are his assistant. Get your shit together, Barnes.

"You have strengths and weaknesses in different areas but the areas you lack are critical. One wrong move and the media will eat you alive."

"Right." he said with a short nod but was half paying attention.

You were saying something. Something about diplomatic responses. General answers that still relieve the question. Right? Something like that. You gestured towards the sheet and all...but his ass was not listening. Your dress shirt leaving everything up to the imagination as it was buttoned up to your collar bone. The longer you talked, the more time he had to just look at you; admire the view.

Damn it. He truly couldn't help it. You were pacing back and forth, hips sauntering unintentionally. The very subtle curve of your ass rising and falling from the side. Just- the general way you carried yourself was so incredibly sexy to him. How could he focus on a thing?

This is a small issue that's plagued him for a while now. Most of the time he's able to push this feeling down. Ignore it and let it go to the back of his mind, especially because, hello, he had more important shit to worry about. But whenever you lingered around in his office? Could be a regular conversation to discussing the following weeks, he has to kick himself so he didn't slip into every perverted thought that could flash across his eyes and fuck up the momentum.

That, and he might just be a little scared of you. But in a good way.

"...including your facial expressions." you finished what you were saying and were going to continue when you noticed he just locked back in. Hand on his chin, his brows raised and gaze more at attention.

"Barnes." you prompted.

"Hm?"

"Are you listening to me?"

"Uh, yeah. I was listening." - liar

"What was the last thing I said?"

Bucky cleared his throat and smacked his lips in feigned thought. He hadn't a damn clue. You put your phone down and leaned your palms on his desk. You weren't aware that you were making matters worse as you watched him avert his eyes down at his nails for a second.

"James." you said with narrowed eyes. He could hear his heart thumping in his ears. "Can you look at me?"

"Not really." he said under his breath, that familiar twitch under his pants making it borderline impossible to focus. He nearly squirmed under your scrutiny. How could his own assistant have this effect on him? You were so naturally authoritative and had your shit together, it was to the point of him questioning his own self some days.

You sighed and walked over next to him. He looked to his right for a moment before you undid some of the buttons of your shirt to reveal only a bit of your cleavage, but just enough. Leaning forward and seeing him rock solid before he quickly tried to cover it up brought an amused smile to your face.

"Here's what's going to happen," you began while carefully rolling up your sleeves. Your left arm draped over the back of the chair while your right hand scooted his out of the way of his erection. Embarrassed isn't even the word. If you didn't blink, you'd practically see it pulsating beneath its constricted fabric. He sighed and stopped trying to fight it. Cat's out of the bag!

"I'm going to read the questions at the top of the sheet and you're going tell me which response corresponds with each one," you pointed to the words on the paper yet all his focus was on your fragrance and your side boob completely taking over his peripheral. "And I will take care of that while you figure it out."

Bucky blinked and looked up at you, his eyes following down your arm and seeing you point to the length against his thigh.

"Uh- What?" he returned your gaze. Yeah, you definitely were not doing a bit. Probably the most serious he's seen you in a minute.

"Come on. We don't have all day. Should be easier than talking your ear off, right?" you said. He was appalled by how nonchalant you were being about this but he could see that very, very rare mischief was sure to present itself in your eyes. He grumbled again, this time it sounded more like frustration at himself. Or at his suddenly tight his pants became.

Bucky shimmied a bit before he was able to pull his dick out; fully hard and in desperate need of touch. He sucked in a sharp breath not only from the cold air, but also the sound of you already spitting in your palm.

When you wrapped your hand around him, he tensed. Not from discomfort, but he cannot remember the last time he was touched in such context. Too fucking long. He let out a soft, low groan and an even softer "Fuck" after.

You leaned further into him to the point where you were cheek to cheek, stroking him and jutting your chin towards the paper.

"Look alive, James," you prompted, he gripped the arm rests and blew a shallow breath to ground himself. He nodded a few times and squirmed, jaw clenched. You purposely changed the tone of your voice and he was due to fall apart from that alone.

"Okay," he whispered. Abs flexed and biceps tense under his suit. "Go."

You picked a question at random, stroking him at a steady pace. He grunted and stared hard at the paper. The words jumbled and made less sense the more seconds that went by.

"Uhh...shit, um-"

"Wrong." you said and let go. Bucky's eyes snapped open as he let out a pained groan.

"Why'd you stop?" he asked. He meant for it to come out annoyed but he sounded more desperate than anything.

"Tell me what that says." you said as you pointed to the question you picked. His Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped, repeating what you asked. Your hand found his shaft and started stroking him again. His breath stuttered as he took a deep breath and answered correctly this time.

"Good job," you whispered and increased the speed a little bit. His hips bucked slightly into your hand when the praise rang through his ears. If he was going to be praised by you, he better get these next answers right.

You picked another question that was easier. He could get this with his eyes closed.

Oh, they were.

"C'mon. You can do it," you said. The feeling of the side of your mouth moving against his face was adding to the sensation. "James." you added in, and when you slowed down he panicked and answered something that wasn't even on the paper.

You pulled away and he bucked upwards again like he was chasing your hand. His shoulders were stiff and he looked like he wanted to cry.

"Fuck- I'm sorry," he said with clenched teeth. "Please, I can do this." he continued with heavy breaths.

You smiled softly at his determination. Well, that wasn't the only thing you were cheesing about. Reducing a man that was so well put together to a shaking mess was the highlight of your day. The highlight of your job, really. Good thing it was lunch.

You started back up. This time was slower.

"You want me to go faster, earn it." you said.

"Yes, ma'am." he replied breathlessly. You asked a question, he licked his lips and stopped holding his breath. Finally, he got this one correct. You hummed in satisfaction and stroked him faster.

"Good job," you said. The pride in your voice made his heart rate rise. Another question, another correct answer that he almost missed, but got it nonetheless. You increased the pace and praised him once more. "You're doing great, James."

A choked moan escaped him and he started blushing like crazy.

"More." he muttered. So quiet you almost didn't catch it. "Please."

You asked one more question that wasn't on the paper and his heart nearly stopped.

"You wanna cum for me?" you asked, your thumb briefly running over the tip. His body jerked and he painfully groaned again. "James, I need a verbal answer."

"Yes." he spat out. Eyes closed and head resting on the back of his chair. "I wanna cum for you. I need to cum for you. Please."

"You did such a good job today, James. I'd say you earned it. Do you think you earned it?" you asked. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth so he wouldn't let the whole floor know about this personal training session you had going on.

"Yeah- Yeah, I earned it. I earned it- Fuck, don't stop-"

Bucky's lungs filled with oxygen the very seconds before his climax hit him in the gut. Short, quieted breaths leaving his lips as you decided to cover his mouth for him. And boy, did he let loose. The vibrations against your palm while the other stroked him through that release. Softened broken sobs seeping through your fingers. You shushed and cooed, praising him more.

As he started to relax, shoulders slumping against the chair, you let go of his now soft dick and wiped your hand with a napkin from his drawer. He sat there, hazy and staring at the ceiling. His eyes drifted back down to you fixing your shirt. Trying to memorize what your hands felt like on him. You grabbed the paper and tossed it in recycling. Turning to face him, you saw him sit up and get himself decent with a tired look on his face, a faint smirk to himself.

"Would you like to grab dinner later?" he asked as he slicked back his hair, a habit he had when trying to push down nervousness. You were fixing your cuffs while you were making your way towards him again. You sat at the corner of his desk next to him, hooking your index finger under his chin and leaning in just close enough to your lips being a breath away.

"I'll think about it."

[cherimoyatea]

❧ Rafayel - Eternal Bond

Pairing: Rafayel x You Synopsis: You meet Rafayel in another life. But again, you have no memory of him. Word Count: 1.447K Tags: different timeline/alternative universe, christmas season, romance, a little angst and hopelessness, rafayel is a stranger to you, tears with comfort in the second half Side notes: It's December, yay!❄️ Swear, I almost lost my sanity editing this fic over the past three nights! Every time I thought I was ready to post it, I'd find something else I wanted to add or change, and felt like I was starting from scratch all over again. Please, don't expect a cozy Christmas story. My life's been going too smoothly lately, and I need a little angst in my life.

December.

Somewhere, sometime, on this vast planet.

There is an unwritten story no one knows about. Another life you lived long before you met the mesmerizing Lemurian in Linkon City, you know today. You still don't remember your past lives, the never-ending cycle of birth and rebirth—and the pain and loss it brought, pulling you away from your beloved over and over again.

You always hear someone calling out to you. A voice echoing deep within, while a name you don't recall, lingers on your tongue, aching to be spoken aloud...

It's the reason your previous relationships fell apart: You always felt like the red strings of fate kept drawing you away from their lives, making it impossible to find love.

After another failed date, you're on your way home, pulling your coat tighter around yourself as you shiver in the biting cold. The city is abuzz, with everyone enjoying the colorful Christmas decorations and cozy atmosphere of the festive season. Suddenly, a sweet melody coming from the display of a jewelry shop, catches your attention as you almost walk by the decorated shop window.

You stop in your tracks and walk closer to the jewelry shop to admire the creative, Christmas-themed display, showcasing engagement rings and wedding bands. Maybe love isn't written in your story. Maybe you're one of those unfortunate souls who are never meant to find their soulmate. It's times like these when bitter thoughts cross your mind, and you can't help but feel a little hopeless about your future.

You let out a deep sigh, your heart as heavy as the clouds above you, as you lay a hand on the cool glass of the store window. A faint smile forms on your lips as you watch the little Christmas figurines dance in the display, twirling pirouettes and moving their tiny limbs to a familiar, festive jingle.

''That's the wrong ring, cutie...''

You snap back from your thoughts when you suddenly hear someone's voice and turn your head toward a young man. His eyes are glued to the same display as he stands there, keeping his distance from you—his hands leisurely tucked into the pockets of an expensive-looking coat, with a thick scarf draped around his neck. Is he talking to you? Taken aback by his words, you glance around to see if there's anyone else he could be referring to.

But there is no one else here except for you and him.

''Uhm... sorry, what did you just say?'' You ask, a bit confused, subconsciously removing your hand from the window and brushing over your ring finger, feeling the metal under your fingertips. The ring doesn't serve any particular purpose; you wear it simply because you think it's pretty.

He nods slightly towards the figurines in the display you were just looking at, his hands still in his pockets.

''I said, 'That's a nice thing, truly...''

The young man replies, shifting his head toward you with a smirk, and you immediately notice his extraordinarily beautiful eyes—eyes that remind you of the setting sun, just when the evening greets the night and paints the sky in shades of pink, purple, and blue.

''O-Oh... yeah, right.'' You reply awkwardly, quickly turning your gaze back to the store window.

Strange. You could have sworn you heard something else just now, but it was getting late, so maybe your mind was playing tricks on you.

Pretending to watch the dancing figurines, you shift your gaze back to him, and a warm feeling rushes through your chest as you secretly admire the attractive lavender-haired man. He doesn't seem to notice that you're stealing glances at him while he's busy watching the christmas display.

''Say something! Anything, you idiot!'' You scold yourself internally.

Something is urging you to approach him, a peculiar force pulling you toward him, not wanting him to leave just yet. Shifting on your feet, you let your eyes wander over him, searching for something to start a conversation with when you notice the sketchbook tucked under his arm.

''Are these... do you paint?''

The young man follows your gaze and nods with a smug grin, holding up the sketchbook and opening it. ''Yeah, you could say I like painting...'' He holds the sketchbook toward you so you can get a better look at his art and your eyes widen surprised when you notice a striking resemblance to the little figurines displayed in the shop window. ''But aren't these the same as...?'' You mumble and blink twice, your eyes going back and forth between the sketches and the figurines.

These are undoubtedly the same designs.

Seeing your confused expression, the young man chuckles with an amused glint, shimmering in his eyes. ''You're the observant one, aren't you? The shop owner is a friend of mine. I designed this year's Christmas display for him.'' He explains, a hint of pride in his voice as he hands you the sketch, his bright eyes lingering a little too long on your stunned face.

Taking the piece of paper from him, you're about to express your excitement when you overhear an elderly couple, walking past both of you. ''Ah, look, dear! They're probably choosing wedding bands! How adorable!''

Your face turns bright red, and you quickly turn around, flustered. They obviously mistook you for a couple. ''N-No, that's… we're not...'' You stammer, trying to explain, but the couple simply nods at you with a warm smile and continues on their way, leaving you speechless.

Still flustered, you turn back to the artist, only to realize that he's gone. Huh? Wasn't he just standing next to you? Confused, you step away from the jewelry shop and look around frantically, catching a glimpse of him disappearing into a crowd of people.

''Wait! Your sketch!'' You shout after him, but it's too late: the sunset-eyed man disappeared as quickly as he had appeared.

Disappointed, you glance down at the piece of paper in your hands, realizing you didn't even ask for his name. Even if you tried to call out to him, what name would you use?

Your eyes trace over the sketch and as you instinctively flip the paper over, your heart almost skips a beat; On the other side, is a draft of a girl who looks just like you! ''What... but how...'' You wonder, your mind racing as you take in the details and your gaze falls on the signature, right there on the bottom of the paper.

''Rafayel...''

You whisper softly, and the instant the name leaves your lips, a warm tear rolls down your cheek, followed by another wave of warmth flooding your heart. You don't know why you're crying, why your heart feels like it has finally found its missing piece, its home.

Why it feels like your soul just remembered something you shouldn't have forgotten in the first place.

A cold flake melts on your warm cheek, and you look up, realizing it started to snow...

Your eyes fly open, and you quickly sit upright in bed, your cheeks damp with tears, your chest heaving.

A dream? A dream!

The soft rustling of the sheets draws your attention as your beloved stirs beside you, his beautiful eyes opening and concern etched on his sleepy face as he props himself up on his elbow.

''Hmm��� what's wrong, cutie?'' He mumbles, still half-asleep. ''Did you have a nightmare?''

Wiping away your tears with the back of your hands, you nod, trying to ignore the stinging pain in your chest. Why does your heart feel so heavy all of a sudden? ''I was so lonely because I didn't remember you.'' Trying to steady your quickened heartbeat you inhale deeply before continuing.

''We were gazing at a Christmas display, and you handed me a sketch... then you disappeared.''

Rafayel falls silent for a moment, watching you intently as you tell him about your dream. The lavender-haired man reaches out to you, humming softly as he wraps his arms around your body and gently lays you back into the sheets. ''Close your eyes and go back to sleep... it's alright, I'm here.'' He whispers, caressing your back to soothe you and pressing a tender kiss on top of your head.

His mind drifts back to that one day in December, when he met his beloved in another life—hopeless and alone. He remembers how he had accidentally forgotten the sketch in your hands, a thoughtful act to initiate another meeting. And then more meetings after that, just to stay in your life and help you remember.

No matter how many times you forget your eternal bond, he will always find a way back to you.

It's his silent vow to you.

Thank you for reading!

Cheri 🍒

[stanfanfiction]

Taste of You - Ken / fem! Reader fanfic - PART TWO

Edit: multiple parts have been uploaded and can be found on my pinned Masterlist on my profile :)

Tags/ warnings: 18+ ONLY / virgin Ken / oral (f and m receiving) / lots of fluff and horny angst / bashful Ken / first time sex / Ken being confused and adorable and hot / slow burn / smut / praise k!nk

Ken stared at you, nodding slightly, but his nerves seemed to still get the better of him at your soft command to “get in the bed.” You touched his cheek gently. He hummed happily, nuzzling his cheekbone into your palm, eyes twinkling, still looking at you, enjoying being treated so gently.

“What is it, Ken?”

He closed his eyes for a moment, breathed in, and brought a hand up to make sure your hand stayed against his cheek. He shrugged the tiniest bit, glancing away when he opened his eyes again. “I, well, I thought I knew enough….to…I wanted to…impress you.”

Any shred of his forced “cool” demeanor completely gone, you smiled at him, small and quiet. “You do impress me, Ken.”

He stared. “Don’t lie to me. Please,” he whispered, sounding choked up.

You shook your head. “I’m not. I won’t.” You get why Ken might not have the best self esteem, especially considering his kind of forced himbo status since his “birth” into the world and considering how, reading through the lines based on what Ken had told you, that all of the Kens back in Barbieland held the same level of intellect. So you got why he would, here with you in your world, definitely feel overwhelmed and possibly not the brightest.

Ken glanced down at himself again, still holding your palm to his cheek. “You promise?”

“Ken, everyone has to learn this kind of thing this way, and have someone show them.”

He stood a little straighter then. “Yeah?”

“Mmmhmm.” You slowly reached your free hand towards his cock, which did somehow resemble a gorgeously huge, fake looking sex toy you would get at a shop. But then, he WAS technically a doll…somehow…even here, in your world..you stopped thinking too hard about it as you wrapped your hand softly around the base of him, not wanting to move too fast, making sure he felt comfortable with everything. He inhaled sharply as you applied pressure with your hand, although not moving it yet.

“Is this okay, Ken?” You whispered.

He continued to stare at your hand wrapped around him as you kept a steady grip on his shaft, gently gliding up to his tip. As you circled your thumb around his crown, he let out the most gorgeous shiver. The noise that escaped his lips was almost silent but made you suddenly desperate to hear more, hear him louder.

“How is this?” You asked, thumb continuing to rub on him.

He exhaled loudly, his hand gripping the your one that he had been holding to his face by the wrist and squeezing, almost in pulses, unintentionally in time with the bolts of pleasure he was feeling as you touched him.

“This is…it’s good. Really,” he swallowed, “really good.” He shuddered again, and you knew you had to get him on the bed and start to have your way with him already.

“Ken, can I keep doing this to you? But, on the bed?”

He finally looked back up into your eyes. His pupils were huge, and he breathed through his mouth - god, how the fuck were you so attracted to his mouth now, and thinking of the things you would teach him to do with it.

“Mmmhmm,” he replied, short, simple. “What do you want me to do?”

“Just lie back, get comfortable.” You removed your hand from his groin, and he moaned in disappointment. “I’ll start again, once you’re..” you nodded to the bed directly behind you. He walked to where you had directed, not letting go of your wrist, and sat down, staring at you expectedly. You felt like you should have been frustrated but somehow every moment of this was just blissful, quiet, mesmerizing. Watching him was *truly* mesmerizing.

“Okay, get further up the bed. Lay back for me.”

He did as you asked, still not letting go of your wrist, thus pulling you up towards the headboard with him. It was as if he was afraid you would leave if he let you go.

“Good Ken,” you said, not really thinking through your words until you heard him breathe in sharply again. Oohhhh….of course he would have a praise kink. And of course he wouldn’t even known what a *kink* is yet, you thought.

His eyes trained on you every moment, you straddled him slowly. His gaze flickered up to your face, your lips, down to your legs suddenly encasing his hips, back to your eyes, then your hand as you set it firmly onto his muscled chest.

“I’m going to need this hand back,” you said, gesturing to your imprisoned wrist.

Ken shook his head. You bit back a giggle. “Why, Ken?”

“I don’t want to,” he said simply, not forced or dominant, just…an answer.

“It’ll be easier to make you feel good if you do.”

He paused, then using that same wrist, pulled you down towards him. You were a bit shorter than he was, so even with your hips at the same distance as his, your face barely hovered over his head as you were forced to lean over him, your free hand supporting you still ground into his chest. You weren’t sure what it was he needed, but the tension between you was so thick -

Ken reached his free hand up to tangle in your hair, lifting his head up to suck your lips into his. A moan escaped you effortlessly as he nipped and pulled on your mouth. As you gently dug your nails into his chest, his hips bucked, unexpectedly for the both of you. His head fell back immediately and you were now beginning to become slightly annoyed that he didn’t know what he was doing, because he bare cock stabbing into your panties just then made you want to ride him, hard and NOW. He gasped at the same time you did, staring up at the ceiling as in disbelief.

“THIS is why I need both my hands, Ken,” you said, your voice firm now. He looked at you, his body stiff, chest heaving.

“If you don’t like anything, literally anything at all, tell me. I will stop.” You stared back at him, and saw in his eyes that he believed you. “I promise.”

He finally released your wrist. Somehow the loss of his grip actually made you sad for a moment. You cursed yourself in your head then sat back up, moving your hips down a bit so his groin was now fully exposed to you. Your core sat on his thighs, his thick muscular, dear fucking god I bet he will be able to fuck like a stud, between those thighs and those abs and - you forced yourself to focus, Ken lying motionless beneath you and staring. The guy never seemed to stop staring.

You breathed in and wrapped both of your hands around his cock, firmly. He moaned loudly, head falling back into the pillows, and you decided it was best to just keep moving because if you asked him if he was okay every time you made a move, this would probably last days…not that it would be a bad thing, but…

You began stroking him up and down, making sure to squeeze a little more at the tip and rub your thumb around it before going back down like he seemed to enjoy earlier. And he was very much enjoying it. He grasped the covers beneath him, eyes squeezed shut, moaning loudly at every sensation. His breathing became so rapid you were *almost* worried he was going to hurt himself.

“Is this good, Ken?” You asked, not stopping your movements.

“Ahhmmm..mmhmm…I..AHH!” He sputtered his words, and you felt even more heat grow in your core, watching this man be absolutely destroyed by your touch. His body shivered deliciously, his muscles flexing every time he tensed.

You leaned over without announcement, taking his tip into your mouth and moving it in rhythm with your hands. The noise he made…dear. Fucking. God. He looked down at you now, his eyes wide, his legs trembling a little.

You smiled, more to yourself than to him, as you pushed as much of him into your mouth as you could handle. Ken made a sobbing noise and gripped your hair tightly in both hands. You knew he didn’t intend to, but he was actually pulling a little too hard, and you discovered it turned you on more. You began sucking him a little faster, taking breaks to suck and lick only his tip, then going back down as far to his base as you could muster.

“I…fuck…Y/n…I can’t -“

You sat up, releasing his member from your lips, but still holding him with one hand. You actually felt concerned. “Are you okay?”

“I need…I can’t…breathe.”

You climbed back up closer to him, hovering over his torso, taking his face in both of your hands. His pupils were fully blown, his hair messy from tossing it back and forth on the pillows, and his entire body was flushed. He looked like he had just been fucked out of his mind. Your fingers on his cheeks seemed to soothe him, and again he reached a hand up to hold one of your hands and cradle it as he leaned into your palm.

“Are you okay, Ken?”

His eyes closed, he hummed an answer that sounded winded but content.

“What do you need?” you asked.

“Mmmmmm. Just you.” He sounded almost drugged, smiling and turning his face to plant kisses into your palm.

“Do you not want me to finish?”

“Finish what?”

Holy shit. He didn’t even know what a climax was. You were dumbfounded for just a moment, not knowing what to say. He helped snap you out of it.

“Why aren’t you undressed, y/a?” The sudden realization dawned on him, and he leaned up onto his elbows, you moving back a little to avoid him literally smashing his face into yours.

“I, uhh…was wanting to focus on your first.”

He cocked his head. “But in the movie -“

“Yes, I know, they were both not wearing clothes.”

“Do you dislike not wearing clothes?”

His desire to discover an answer was - why did everything he was doing right now make you want to fuck him more.

“Oh!” He sat up more, face bright with a new realization, and now you fully straddled his lap as his hands came up to wrap around your waist, almost as if a seatbelt to keep you safe. “Is it because I’m supposed to undress you? Like how you undressed me?”

You didn’t know why you kept losing your words tonight, but now it was fucking happening again.

You were taken off guard as he wrapped his hands around your small nightly, pulling it off in one easy, swift motion. He smiled at your proudly, and you just stared at him in disbelief, until he glanced down and saw your breasts. Then his entire face became entranced. You didn’t realize you were covering yourself with your hands until you spoke.

“Now I KNOW you’ve seen this. These were aalll over that movie.”

“Yes, but those weren’t yours.” He reached up and pulled your arms away easily, gazing at you as if opening a fascinating book for the first time. You held your breath as he held you open for him, his lips parting slightly as if in a trance. He leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth without warning, and you caught yourself pulling back from the sudden touch. Ken seemed to sense that you weren’t saying “no” as much as you were saying, “Oh, I wasn’t expecting that,” and he placed both large hands onto your back and he easily pulled you into him again, this time his lips latching tightly onto your nipple.

Now it was your turn to shudder. He sucked gently and hearing your moan, pulled you between his lips a little harder. You exhaled loudly when his tongue swept over it, and he hummed contentedly, continuing his exploration of your nub for awhile longer. You placed your hands on his shoulders, not needing to balance yourself but wanting to touch him as he held you firmly in place with his own hands, pressing harder into your back so you were easier to suck on, to take more of your breast into his mouth. You bucked when he bit down, gently, but still without expectation, and he grunted when your clothed vulva once again pressed against his naked cock.

He pulled away, looking up at you. Now YOU were flushed and heaving and…all over a goddamn nipple? Fuck. What was happening.

You looked at him, suddenly feeling a little self conscious again. “Hi,” you whispered.

He beamed at you in adoration. “I made you feel good, too?”

You exhaled and smiled, laughing a soft, breathy giggle. “Yes, Ken.”

“I’m good at this now?”

You brought your hands up to run your fingers along the back of his neck, and his expression let you know this was another new sensation he hadn’t experienced before. “You are very good at this, Ken.”

He leaned his forehead against yours, sighing, holding you close to him. Honestly, you were thankful for this moment, you needed a breather. You stayed like this until he pulled back, once again looking confused. Your stomach flipped. Oh no, what this time?

“The man went off screen to go down on the woman, too. Like when the woman went offscreen…she was doing what you did to me?”

You realized what was about to happen and blushed so deeply you felt the heat in your cheeks literally burn. “Mmmhmm,” you got out.

He looked down at you, at your panties still covering your core. “Then it’s my turn to do that to you.” He smiled, confident he had given you the correct answer and that you would be proud of him. He reached for the tops of your panties but you stilled his hands, suddenly VERY nervous.

Ken frowned. “What is it? Are you confused like I was earlier?”

Your mind raced. Of course you had had sex before, many times, actually. But suddenly being put in a position to REALLY have to focus on literally every single detail, down to introducing this man to what a woman’s privates looked like, how to touch them, studying every sound and movement you made, and how incredibly vulnerable that made you feel…you were frozen for a moment.

Ken remained silent, contemplating what he was supposed to say. You seemed anxious like he had been earlier, so, you must have been feeling the same worries that he had, he mused. He racked his brain for a moment, then said, “If you don’t like anything, literally anything at all, tell me. I will stop.” He smiled now, obviously proud of himself for remembering what you had told him earlier. You realized he assumed that what must be said every time someone was about to give another oral sex. It must just be the “normal” thing in his mind - and he had zero idea what giving oral to you was going to be like.

You nodded slowly, and looking genuinely concerned, he began moving one hand up and down your back gently, tracing your curves with his fingers. It’s as if he knew he needed to help you relax, and his instinct this time was finally perfect. Your body became less rigid, and he moved the other hand to hold and squeeze your other breast, and you became dizzy and…just…fuck it.

You leaned into him completely, kissing his jawline, his neck, his collarbone, leaving tiny bites here and there, loving the gasps he made and how certain areas that felt particularly good made his grip on you tighten. His chest melted into yours as he kissed you greedily, hungrily, and he ran his tongue along your lips. You moaned and could tell he smiled a little, feeling proud. He knew now that you liked his tongue, a lot.

After awhile longer, he pulled back, looking back down at your panties. “Can I take these off now? Please?”

He fucking said please….

You took a deep breathe, and climbed off of his lap. He whined at the loss of contact as you reached to pull your panties off.

“No!” He started, hand reaching out. “No, that’s my job to do.”

“This isn’t like a formal thing, Ken.”

Confusion. Again.

“Just let me do it,” he pleaded, not seeming to want to understand what you had said, but literally giving you puppy dog eyes as he held the waistband of your panties in both hands now, only waiting for you to give permission. You didn’t think he really understood the concept of consent, but that he just really didn’t want to do anything to upset you.

You laid back in the bed onto your back now, and he watched every moment, the most loving look on his face. You nodded finally, taking your hands away from his, allowing him the access he craved.

He smiled as he pulled the clothing off of you, leaving you completely bare. You worked hard not to force your thighs together, just breathe, just let him see.

He didn’t say anything at first. He was still, as if working to understand, once again, something he had never seen before.

Fuck, fuck, fuck stop feeling self-conscio-

You internal scolding hushed as he gripped both of your thighs again, pulling you open. You held your arm over your mouth, trying to just be silent. You didn’t feel shame per say, but this was all such a mind-fuck and you -

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He sighed.

You looked over your arm, and he continued boring his gaze into your core. “So, so beautiful, Y/N.” One of his hands begin grazing up one of your thighs, and once again you worked to control your breathing. His fingertips ever so goddamn gently touched your clit, and you gasped, His barely-there touch was electric. “I’ve never seen anything like this before,” he cooed. “You’re incredible.”

One finger ran down your entire core, slowly, studying every little crease it could find, memorizing you. You let out a small sob yourself, just trying to get through whatever wonderful torture this was.

Ken looked back up at you. “Hey, Y/N?” You were silent, expecting him to be asking another sex question. “Y/n? Please? Will you look at me?”

You did as he asked, his stunning, chiseled body planted firmly in front of you. Oh god, the things running through your mind that could literally happen at any moment if you’d just fucking explain them to him.

“Yes, Ken?” You breathed.

“How do I make you feel good now? I…haven’t seen one…”

You nodded, working through how exactly you wanted to introduce him to this new segment. “Uhm,” you began, deciding maybe it was best if you did the touching, at the least for now.

“So, this area here,” you touched your clit with a finger, pressing on it slightly, chills running through you. Chills that Ken definitely noticed. He looked excited but focused.

“And here,” you went lower, slowly, “is the vagina.” You held your lips open a little so you could show him easier.

“Mmmhmm. Okay.” He encouraged you to go on, letting you know he was paying attention.

You decided you would stop feeling any form of embarrassment from this point forward and just force yourself to enjoy this, not think about it…

“The vagina,” you said, dipping one of your fingers into it, but didn’t continue when you heard him gasp, his eyes wide.

“So I put my fingers on your clit and in your vagina and that makes you feel good?”

“Mmmhmmm,” you replied, slowly taking your finger back out to rub your clit again.

“Okay, yeah, mmhmm I can do that.” He was talking more to himself than to you, and hurriedly moved the hand you were using to touch yourself out of his way, eager to try.

“Wait, Ken!”

He startled at your command. He looked almost incredulous, why would you stop something right when he understood?

“Listen.” You sat up now, holding his hands. “This is…there’s a LOT that goes on from this point forward.”

He nodded, listening, wrapping his hands around yours in a protective way.

“You don’t have to just use fingers.”

He nodded quickly, letting go of your hands. “Yes, I know.”

“Ken, you -“

He shushed you with his lips again, pushing you back onto the bed, his weight fulling pressing into you. You moaned, and you knew at the moment you were wet enough for anything he had to offer. He smiled again. “You took such good care of me. Let me take care of you. I know what you need now.”

He slowly began kissing down your neck, your jawline, your collarbone, mimicking the tiny nips you had given him. You closed your eyes and shivered, trusting him to just discover as he went along for now.

He tenderly kissed your breasts, your navel, your hips, holding them while he loved on you firmly, making sure you knew he wanted you to stay there.

When he got down to your core again, you opened your eyes, watching. His eyes met yours, and he smiled one more time, quiet yet confident. A single digit pressed against your clit, circling it, learning how it moved underneath his touch. You moaned softly, and that was enough for him to lower it down to your opening, holding your lips open with his other hand like you had shown him. You braced for “impact,” but all he did was trace around it, staring at it, then back at you. The almost ghost of a touch was fascinating to experience. You had never felt anyone look at you, touch you with so much love, so much care.

“Does it hurt when I put my finger in?” He asked, still circling the muscle gently.

“Mmm, uh, sometimes. If I’m not wet enough.”

He took a moment to contemplate that answer, then leaned down and placed the most delicate kiss into your folds, his touch and breath making you absolutely melt. You wrapped a hand in his hair and just basked in the moment. “What a good Ken.”

This made him even more confident, and he began kissing your core more, up and down, and honestly it felt so wonderful you didn’t want to tell him to do anything else, until his lips suddenly wrapped around your clit and sucked.

You hips bucked and your cried out, and Ken’s eyes sparkled up at yours with joy of figuring out something that *really* made you feel good, and he began lapping at it with his tongue, in the exact same order he had discovered tasing your nipple.

“Ohhh my god,” you panted, pulling his hair hard, which he seemed to love. “So good, Ken. You’re so good at - AHH! Fuck, god, you are incredible.”

Once you started almost mewling, he moved his lips down to your opening, and slowly traced his tongue around it. You were done. Your body went into alternating spasms of being limp then becoming rigid with every movement. When he stuck his tongue inside you, you basically began to sob. He hummed his approval as he licked you deeply in circles then slowly in and out, holding your legs apart because you had begun squeezing them around his head.

Finally he pulled back a little, licked up over your clit again with firm pressure, and exhaled. “Will it hurt if I put my finger in now?”

You knew you looked like a mess, and felt almost goddess-like in it. “Not at all. Please,” you pulled harder on his hair. “Please, Ken. I need it.”

“You need my finger?” You couldn’t tell if he was egging you on or if he was confirming what it was you wanted.

“Yes, you, your finger, your cock, I don’t care anymore. Please, my good boy, I just *need* it.”

Realization dawned on his face, and you cursed yourself for letting the idea of his cock get into his mind again, because even though now he finally understood what he thought he was doing when he dry humped you, you didn’t want to distract him until he had made you come. You felt insane right now.

“Oohhhhh,” he said, smiling warmly at you. “I understand.”

“MMhmmm,” you quipped, trying to to tug his head back down towards your vulva. “Please, now.”

“Fingers?”

You nodded, and he slowly pushing one of his achingly large digits into you, staring at you, making sure you seemed to feel good. You moaned loudly, opening your legs wider. Ken was hypnotized by you.

“More, please.” It was hard to comprehend the right words to get out, as you began bucking into his hand.

“More?”

“Fingers. Need two. Need you to move.”

“Two more? Or two in -“

“KEN, PLEASE!” You cried in frustration, unable to think you were so overwhelmed with sensation and desire.

Kens focus whipped back to your core, pulling out his single finger than pushing two back into you. Your groan was delicious, as was the heat surrounding his fingers now. The wetness, the warmth, the tightness of the muscle he was penetrating. He watched and felt in awe as he began moving his fingers in and out, trying to mimic the way you had been bucking into him.

“Yes, and, please,” you mewled, “curl? Like this?” You showed him two fingers through glazed eyes, curling them upward. Ken stared, determined to do what you were wanting, and copied with his fingers inside you. He did something perfectly because now your hips moved more into his touch, and he moaned as he watched your writing, moaning, all because he was making you feel good. His assault became a little faster after awhile, a little harder, testing out what limits there were, his eyes never leaving your face, your body, memorizing every movement.

"I need your lips, please," you started, then continued quickly, "fingers are good. Keep doing, ahh!!" he hit the spot really hard unexpectedly, and you felt the most amazing pleasure roll through you. "Keep doing THAT, but use your lips on my -"

Ken understood immediately, much to your surprise, but also much to your gratitude as he began sucking and licking your clit in rhythm with his fingers, and you tightened your grip in his hair.

"Please, please, Ken, don't stop," you pleaded, your climax hurriedly approaching.

Ken wanted to pull back and tell you he wouldn't stop, but decided against it, since he wanted to keep doing this to you for as long as you wanted. Your orgasm hit hard and strong, your back arching off the bed, almost screaming as he didn't let up his movements for a single second, even after your body collapsed back onto the bed and you worked to catch your breath.

"Okay, Ken, thank you - ah! oh no, please really, stop."

He stared up at you but kept going, again confused for whatever reason, wanting to make sure he was making you happy.

"Ken, it hurts now." You said, and he halted immediately. He jerked back, removing his lips and fingers from you as if he had been struck.

"I hurt you??" He looked broken.

"No!! no, no, please. Come here. Lay with me." You smiled at him, inviting him to you, and he gingerly crawled up and lay besides you, wanting to touch you so badly still, but not sure what he had done wrong.

"Mmmmm," you breathed happily into his hair, allowing yourself to relax and enjoy the post-orgasm glow. "Thank you, Ken."

He felt tense. You pulled his arm to wrap around your waist, kissing his lips, and he kissed back, still staring at you, needing an answer.

"You made me feel very, veerryy good, Ken. You got me to orgasm."

"I got you a what?”

"When a person is being pleasured, sometimes their pleasure *peaks,*" you show him using your hand, going upwards like mimicking a rollercoaster. "It feels amazing. Like an explosive amount of feeling good," she said, loving using the term he found to be the best way to describe everything tonight. "And then you get all warm and feel all glowy, and cuddly, and sleepy. Like I am right now."

“And I didn’t hurt you?”

“Oh, that’s more because after I orgasm, I’m really sensitive. So it could hurt if you keep going.”

Ken allowed his head to now relax into the pillow next to you, and he smiled. "I made you feel the best you could feel?"

"MMmmmm," you smiled, kissing the tip of his nose, your hand finding its way back into his hair.

Ken smiled, proud, and like he was going to say he loved you. Thankfully he didn't and instead said, "Did I have one of those?"

You shook your head. "Not yet. It can get kind of intense. You seemed like you needed a break."

"I don't know how it could feel better than what you did," he admitted, wrapping your free hand in one of his, kissing your palm again. He seemed to love doing that.

"It can. We can make that happen, if you like."

He smiled sleepily, even though you were pretty sure he wasn't actually tired but rather just matching your energy. "You said my cock can go into -"

"Yes," you cut him off.

"Is that how I orgasm?"

"That's one way." You snuggled your body fully into his now, your skin-to-skin contact making you more relaxed, and Ken nudged his knee in between yours.

"Can we do that next time? After I make you have an orgasm first?"

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girl at home | mat barzal | part 2

pairing: mat barzal x fem!reader summary: you’re eighteen when you find yourself pregnant after Mat leaves for hockey. nearly eight years later, Mat finds out about your daughter and you have to deal with the consequences of not telling him about her.

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, lil bit of angst with a sprinkle of fluff and not edited im sorry lol word count: 2.1k authors note: *screams internally* thank you guys so much for the love on this story so far. I was super hesitant to post it at first but I am glad you guys like it! I'm posting this a little early but updates will be every sunday from now on. This chapter is kinda sad but happy times are on the way <3 thanks for the feedback, and if you like part 2, let me know!

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Sitting across from Mat for the first time in almost eight years, doesn’t go exactly as planned. He’s waiting for you even though you arrive fifteen minutes before the agreed time, hoping to rid yourself of the anxiety you are feeling which means he’s been here even longer. So you wipe your sweaty palms on your jeans and stride over to where he’s waiting and sit on the chair across from him. He’s staring at his phone so his head jerks up when he hears you.

The first words that come out of his mouth are: “are you sure she’s mine?”

Which, okay, that’s a fair question because you did tell everybody and their grandmother who asked that Mat was not the one who knocked you up. Of course, nobody actually believed you but there were a few people from your high school that believed it. Most girls who had always had a crush on Mat, would say that you cheated on him and obviously Nora couldn’t be his child because for some reason, they never actually accepted that you and Mat were a couple. 

So yeah, his question is fair and you did know he would ask. 

“Yeah, we can do a paternity test if you don’t believe me,” you say quietly. It’s not something you necessarily want to do, because then you’d have to come up with some reason to tell Nora why she needs to go get her cheek swabbed or blood tested. She’s as stubborn as Mat, and you would probably have to hold her down to get whatever the doctors needed unless she agreed. 

“No, I believe you.” 

His words take a huge weight off your shoulders but also replace it with a new one. You know Mat, he’s the kindest soul and has the biggest heart and he’s going to want to at least properly meet Nora and might ask to be in her life. In the first few years of her life, there wouldn’t have been anything you wanted more in the world. However, you’ve grown now and so has she. Your number one priority has to be what is best for Nora, and turning her life upside by introducing her to Mat is scary. For both you and her. 

And Mat? Despite what he might think, he’s nowhere near prepared to jump into being her dad.

“Can I ask you something?” he says, pulling you from your spiraling thoughts. 

“Sure,” you say even though you know what he’s going to ask. It’s a question you’re nowhere near ready to answer but you have no choice now.

“Why? Why didn’t you tell me about her?”

He doesn’t sound as angry as you were expecting, maybe thanks to his dad talking to him but there’s underlying hurt. You try to put yourself in his shoes, trying to think if there was anything in the world that would have stopped you from wanting Nora. You know for a fact that if Mat knew, he would have been in her life somehow but you’re not sure if he would have given up the NHL to do it, and that’s exactly why you didn’t tell him.

“I didn’t want to hold you back,” you say softly, watching his facial expression change. He just looked confused before but now he looks sad almost. His eyes close for a moment and when he opens them, you feel like you’ve been punched in the stomach. 

“I thought you knew me better than that.”

“I did! I do,” you argue. “If you knew about her, it would have kept you away from everything you worked hard for. Your dream was the NHL, Mat. If I told you about her, it would’ve crushed that dream. We didn’t want to hold you back.”

“Yeah,” he scoffs. “Who’s we? You and my parents? You shouldn’t have made that choice for me, it wasn’t right.”

“This is a child we’re talking about Mat. Were you really ready at eighteen to drop everything and raise one?” 

“Were you?”

“No,” you say truthfully. “But I didn’t have a jersey with my name on the back waiting for me.”

He doesn’t say anything and for a moment, it’s silent between the two of you with background chatter from the cafe. You’re sure that he’s just going to get up and storm out but he takes a deep breath and slowly exhales, knotting his fingers together.

“I wish you’d told me,” he mumbles before looking up at you. “I would’ve stayed.”

“I know,” you whisper but you can’t meet his gaze.

. . .

You’re picking Nora up from her day camp a couple of days later when you get a message from Mat asking if he can meet up with you. There’s been no contact since the two of you last met, having left with a short goodbye to pick up Nora. He hadn’t asked to see her and you hadn’t offered so you thought maybe he would leave it but you should’ve known better.

You fire off a sure, see you in twenty, and debate on whether to bring Nora with you or drop her off with your mom. Mat might not even want to see her, but if he’s reaching out to you again it’s probably about her. 

“Wanna go meet my friend?” you ask, looking back at her to gauge her reaction. She might just want to go home after all day at camp, but she perks up immediately when you ask.

“The one from the grocery store?” she squeals but narrows her eyes and gives you a suspicious look. “Hey, I thought you said he was a stranger.”

Shoot.

“Well, he was to you,” you try to explain. “I knew him when I was younger.”

“As young as me?”

“As young as you,” you tell her and she grins, nodding her head and shouting an excited yes, so you pull out of the parking-lot and start towards Mat’s parents house. You’re a little nervous to be around his family after dancing around them for so long after Nora was born. Meeting up with Liana wasn’t as hard as you were expecting, but you’re not so sure about his parents. Aside from the occasional awkward greeting, you haven’t properly spoken to them since before Nora and you’re starting to think maybe bringing her will just make things worse but before you can change your mind, you’re parking your car in the driveway. 

He’s sitting outside on the porch swing when you step out, and his eyes widen in surprise when Nora climbs out of the car. He definitely wasn’t expecting you to bring her but this could be a good test. If he decides he wants to be part of her life, having all their interactions scheduled wouldn’t be a good start so you decide to just jump in the deep end.

“Hey,” you call out before grabbing Nora’s hand and making your way towards him. He’s already making his way down the pathway and meets you about half way, pulling you into a surprising hug before crouching down to Nora’s level.

“Hey Nora,” he says, smiling gently and offering her his hand to shake just like last time. “Do you remember me?”

She bobs her head once, accepting his hand but tries to hide her face in your leg. Of course now, she’s practicing Stranger Danger, instead of blurting out her full name. 

“Mom made dinner, if you guys are hungry?” 

Family dinner is just about the last thing you want to do but Nora perks up at the idea of food so you agree, following Mat into the all too familiar home you spent so much time in as a kid. Not much has changed, you realize as you look around the foyer. It feels a bit like coming home but you’re not sure if you were missed. 

“Smells good,” you say, trying to make conversation and Mat smiles awkwardly. 

“Yeah, mom is making your favorite.” 

How she can remember your favorite meal is beyond you, but you’re not about to miss a peace offering and this is certainly one.

“My favorite food is spaghetti,” Nora informs him and you watch Mat nod seriously, taking in anything she says. You try not to look too deep into it because even though he knows she’s biologically his, Nora is still just a cute kid talking a mile a minute about anything and Mat has probably been trained on how to handle excited children. 

When the three of you make your way to the living room, with Nora still chatting excitedly, you stop short when you see a picture frame on the wall. 

It’s you. Well, it’s you and Mat at graduation. Arms wrapped around each other and Mat kissing your forehead. If you look close enough, you can see past your smile and see the sadness in your eyes. This was before you were pregnant but you were already grieving the loss of Mat. He left for hockey shortly after and your only reminder was the brown haired little girl still talking to Mat. 

“Is that you, mama?” Nora asks suddenly, standing on the tips of her toes so she can get a better view. Her nose scrunches up and she looks at the photo, then Mat, and then the photo again.

“Oh,” she says and you sigh. 

“Let’s go see Mat’s parents.”

Nadia and Mike are waiting in the kitchen, trying to make it seem like they weren’t listening in on the conversation. Liana is sitting at the table, reading a book casually but you know she was probably listening too.

“This is Mike, Nadia, and Liana,” you tell Nora who lights up at Nadia’s name.

“My middle name is Nadia!” She squeals and you stare at the floor, not wanting to meet any of their eyes. Someone - probably Nadia - inhales sharply and then lets out what sounds like a sob. 

“That’s a beautiful name,” Liana says and you look up to see her looking at Nora with a soft smile on her face. Mike has an arm wrapped around Nadia who’s trying, and failing, to hide tears. You’re glad Liana is trying to distract Nora because you’re about two seconds away from crying and Mat must be able to tell because you feel his hand lightly touch your back. His hand lingers for a moment until you take a deep breath and blow it out steadily. 

Then his hand is gone and you feel the loss right away.

“Hey, we have a swing outside in the backyard,” Mat tells Nora. “Wanna go check it out while dinner finishes cooking?” 

He looks at you for permission so you nod, smiling at Nora when he takes her hand and leads her outside. Liana follows shortly after and then it’s just you, Nadia and Mike. Both their eyes are red rimmed and Nadia only hesitates for a moment before striding over and pulling you into a tight hug. 

“Thank you, my girl,” she whispers and all you can manage is a nod because you’ll probably cry now if you try to talk. The two of you just stand there for a couple minutes until Mike chuckles. You pull away, wiping your eyes to see him standing in front of the patio door so you make your way over to see what he’s looking at and almost start crying again. 

Mat and Nora are playing what looks like a game of tag, Liana laughing at them while trying to film. It’s exactly the kind of thing you had sometimes allowed yourself to imagine.

“Would you look at that,” Mike says softly. 

“He’s a natural,” Nadia agrees. “Always was.”

Then she turns to you with a small smile on her face. “I know the struggles of being a mom. You have to do what’s best for your kids…” she hesitates, gazing outside before looking back at you. “He wants to try, if you’ll give him the chance. We’d all love to get to know Nora.”

You would love nothing more than to have Mat’s family in Nora’s life. For her to get to know her other grandparents but you can’t help but be scared of what could happen if you let Mat into her life. She could get attached only to have him ripped away when he has to go back to New York but you can’t have Nora in Nadia, Mike, and Liana’s life and not Mat’s. 

But maybe you owe it to Mat, to give him a chance at having a place in her life after not telling him about her all this time. You were doing what you thought was right - what was right - but if Mat really wants to be part of her life, maybe it’s time. 

You look outside and see Nora on Mat’s shoulders with Liana chasing them, before looking back at the woman in front of you and smiling softly.

“I think Nora would love that.”

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[kitsuga]

Coffee Jitters. {Marius Von Hagen x Reader/MC} 

Description: 

A fic in which Marius can’t tell if he’s shaking from coffee, nerves, or the anticipa--....................................tion. 

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Tags: fluff, coffee shop but sadly not au, mc/reader is NOT rosa!, not beta'd, not edited, gender neutral reader, marius von hagen x reader/mc, tears of themis/tot, marius von hagen

Word Count: 1,771

A/N: Written on: August 20, 2021 

Marius is such a little shit and I hate him but I love him but I hate him but I love him but I hate him but I love-- 

i got into the game for artem and ended up with a fucking marius in my pocket

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The bitter aroma wafts around the bustling room, the sounds of muffled conversations and machines grinding coffee beans woke Marius up.  

Meeting after meeting was his schedule today, he almost had to fight the universe around him just to get the short reprieve of grabbing his own coffee before heading towards the next one. He checked his phone once again—as he had every 10 minutes today—only to find no messages from the name he wanted to see on the screen the most. He swiped away each and every notification bar until it was empty. 

His chest rose and fell with a heavy sigh, then another after a short pause. Even if Marius wanted to, he couldn’t recall most of what had been said to him today; it was important, sure—he retained what was necessary—but his mind wandered towards the soft light in his studio, the smell of paint awaited him, and a certain muse wandered into his mind’s eye as well. He checked his phone again—nothing. He moved forward in line.  

Marius let himself think. His mind wandered near and far, leaping to and from ideals, shying away from any realities that dare made their way into his daydream. His eyes were just as far away, his body moving on autopilot as he continued his way through the wavering line to the counter. His senses were overwhelmed with the smell of sweet sugar and bitter coffee, his body numb from the lack of attention he paid it, his mouth dry and ready for the scorching relief of the burn on his tongue; the sounds around him were muffled, though one clear as day melody tugged at his subconscious.  

Only two people away from the counter, Marius now looked around himself, searching for what had burst his daydream-bubble. Sitting a few tables away, though their back had been turned towards him, the artist could pick out his prey anywhere. The corners of his lips turned upwards, a smirk tugging on them so tightly it was hard to contain it—he smirked out of instinct the entire time he gave the barista his order; he leaned on his elbows against the counter as he waited and kept his eyes on MC the entire time, as though they were going to disappear if he were to look away. The sound of his phone buzzing in his pocket went unnoticed.  

They sat with a friend—what they had been talking about, he had no clue, but he could see MC get a bit flustered by the friend’s smiles and prodding—Marius wasn’t about to let the opportunity pass him by. A chance for true relief after all these meetings, teasing MC was just the right dose of medicine he needed to go about the rest of his day. To-go cup in hand, he slyly sat in the chair behind them to eavesdrop a bit. 

“Come on, you have to admit MC—being friends with someone like the CEO of Pax is so cool--” 

“Cool? Is that what that’s called?” 

Marius’ smug smirk quickly turned to a slight pout due to the speed at which MC had crushed the compliment thrown his way. He bit back the urge to turn around right then and there and continued listening. 

“Aw, don’t be like that! If you don’t think it’s cool, then what do you think?” 

“What do I think?” 

“Yeah; how do you feel about it?” 

“About being friends with Marius Von Hagen?” MC sneered. 

“Well, you don’t have to say it that way...” Marius nodded along to MC’s friend who heroically stood up for him. 

“I feel...” 

Silence sat between the two of them while MC pondered for a while, though that silence didn’t carry over to Marius’ table; Marius sat, quietly sipping his coffee while the room suddenly grew far too loud for him, though no one had spoken any louder than before. His heart rate picked up, slowly becoming a heavy rhythm in his chest; how did they feel? The anticipation started to make him nervous, his fingertips digging into the paper cup as he tried to steady the slight jitter—it had to have been the caffeine kicking in, or so he told himself. He hadn’t realized he held his breath until MC started to speak again. 

“Lucky.” 

“Lucky?” 

MC nodded, and Marius tilted his head. As if their friend could read his mind, they asked for clarification. 

“Well...” MC started, “it’s hard to explain. He may tease and be an entire thorn in my side--” unbeknownst to MC, Marius pouted behind them, “I’m lucky to have him in my life. He’s a lot of fun, and nice when he wants to be. He’s passionate and... well...” 

“Well?”  

“I don’t know. Sometimes it’s... a lot--” they quickly spoke again, the slight breeze hitting the back of Marius’ shoulders told him they were waving their hands, “not in a bad way! Just... uhg. He... makes me nervous.” 

Their friend poked fun at them, suggesting that maybe, just maybe, they had romantic feelings for him—MC adamantly denied them—but their friend kept joking that the heat in their face said otherwise. Marius knew of their conversation—he could pick bits and pieces out of it—but he had a hard time hearing anything from beyond the static in his ears and the tug of a mischievous smirk on his face. He turned around in his chair, leaning his crossed arms on the back of it and his face over their shoulder, close to their ear. He smirked and put a finger to his lips, effectively reeling MC’s friend into his scheme as they had a hard time concealing their laughter and continued to try and prompt their friend into admitting their feelings for the dark-haired man. Once he realized they’d get nowhere—and because the buzzing in his pocket became more and more frequent—his smirk grew more and more mischievous. Leaning in closer to their ear, he saw that they side-eyed him, their eyes growing wide after it took a moment for them to process the fact that someone was there, let alone that it was Marius himself. 

“Aw, so I heard that I make you nervous?” He spoke quietly, seductively, ensuring that his warm breath tickled their ear. He simply smiled innocently whenever they pulled away from him and hid their ear with their hand. 

“Marius! You!” 

“Hm? I what?” 

“You’re a real pain in the ass, that’s what!” 

“Aww,” he pleaded with a jutted lip and puppy-dog eyes, “don’t say that MC! I’m gonna start thinking you don’t like me.” 

MC scoffed and turned their face away from him, their eyebrows furrowed and a mixture of an angry and embarrassed pout on their own lips. They crossed their arms across their chest, ignoring any and all half-hearted, false pleas Marius had to throw their way. Giving up, Marius stood up and genuinely laughed, the soft lighting of the room causing his features to glow in a way MC couldn’t take their eyes off of.  

“I’d love to stay and keep playing with you, MC—because I know you just can’t resist playing with such a handsome man such as myself--” Marius quirked an eyebrow at them, reveling in the way their eyes struggled to stay pointed rather than turn embarrassed, “but duty calls. A lot. Several times, actually. I don’t know how there isn’t a hole in my pocket by now.” 

He ruffled their hair on his way out, laughing over his shoulder at how they cried out at him in anger, swearing up and down that Marius Von Hagen was a menace to society. Once the glass door closed behind him, the smile on his lips remained while his body moved on autopilot, walking back towards his office when he finally answered the phone that rang off the hook in his pocket. Nothing that was said for the rest of the day would stick with him, however, since all he could think of was the smell of bitter coffee and the burn of his cheek from how the heat radiated off of their own. His feet couldn’t keep up with how quickly his heart dragged him to his studio as the hues of the sky grew darker and darker as the minutes ticked by. 

Marius sat by the window this time, looking at the vast darkness that held a beauty that was hard to replicate—if he could just reach out and grab it, maybe it’d have a fraction of a chance to compare to the muse he saw within each and every star that hung in the universe.  

Soft light fills the studio, dim though it was just enough; the ambiance was perfect for the rustle of butterflies that made their way from Marius’ stomach. He watched them flutter about the room, small dancing lights turning to stardust in his imagination whenever he gently reaches out to one.  

The phone in his hand broke him out of his trance but brought forth a new sense of warmth within his chest. A text popped up on screen, then another and another, one after the other. His smile remained soft as he read text after text, MC denying the scene that happened earlier in the day, stating over and over again that they didn’t get nervous because of him—then they took their word back—then they tried to explain they were only nervous because they had to be on their toes to deal with his teasing; Marius smiled at each word, choosing not to say a single word in response.  

Instead, Marius put down his paint-filled brush, his eyes softening at the piece in front of him; his muse sat peacefully, a genuinely pure smile on their lips. The golden light from the falling sun illuminated each and every one of his favourite features of theirs—their eyes were closed, gentle, and their eyelashes caught the light just right. The corners of their mouth captured small shadows as subtle dimples felt much deeper as his heart fell into them—the shine of their lips alone made his head spin. The golden light mixed with the neutral tones of the background made his muse pop off of the canvas, and he could swear he could still smell faint coffee. His smile was still gentle, his eyes soft and longing as he looked upon the MC he immortalized within the careful strokes of oil paints. 

“Yeah,” Marius spoke quietly into the still air, answering MC’s texts out loud rather than in actuality, “you make me nervous too.” 

[letstalkalatte]

serendipity | hughie campbell x f!reader

Summary: you and hughie are getting on quite well, late night phone calls and regularly checking in with each other. yet, as much as that mutual attraction grows, you are both a bit unsure about when to take that next step.

Content tags + warnings: SMUT (18+) (Lots of teasing back and forth, foreplay, p in v, protection) Consider this a possible continuation or companion piece to my other oneshot Set Up. Can be totally read stand-alone, though. More laundry shenanigans.

Note: 5k+ words. This started with like, a short paragraph for a scenario, and a single line of dialogue that I wanted to use. I had to go back and do a lot of tinkering on some of the stuff in this, especially towards the beginning. I might even come back to edit anything I might have missed. Anyways, per usual I'm not super confident in writing nsfw. Hopefully it's passable.

Ah. Tuesdays. You were off from work today, and you didn't have anything in particular planned for the day. If anything, in your mind you were tossing around the idea of texting you know who, but you didn't want to seem clingy. Especially since you stood up for most of the last night half texting, the other half on the phone once you got tired of typing. That was very much exclusive, special treatment coming from you since you no longer did that for just anyone. But Hughie, well, he certainly was the exception.

It was nearly noon, yet you were still in your pajamas from last night. A oversized shirt that met your thighs, a pair of your flowy shorts hidden underneath; the ones with the threads that had been unraveled quite a few times, to which you had to snip off.

As you kept your hands busy, you had two full baskets worth of laundry you were working through. It had gotten to the point that all of your more comfortable clothes were either piled in the hamper, while these just needed sorting through.

"Sooo hey, how're things going with Hughie?" your friend and roommate, Bri asked as she worked in the kitchen, chopping at some veggies for her meal prep. "He seems like such a nice guy."

"Oh, um." you started, your brow quirked as you tried to form a nonchalant response, your back currently facing away from her as you kept folding. "Normal, I guess. Like, not bad or anything." You emphasized with a little bit of a shrug.

"Really?" Her query came out sounding unconvinced. The chopping seemed to pause and you could feel her stare digging into your back.

"Bri, I'm not trying to get my hopes up. For all I know, he might I dunno, just lose interest or something."

"Okay, hold on, where's all that coming from?" she drilled. "I heard you on the phone last night, and I wasn't even trying to eavesdrop, but you were super into that conversation."

You rolled your eyes, smiling as you thought back at last night, your mind retracing over the most minute details he offered you about himself.

You couldn't believe there were still men out there that could make you feel like you were reliving the positive aspects of your middle school age; the fresh perspective, almost like it was the first time. And really, it was. It was different each time, albeit something that was hauntingly familiar for the chance to yearn for something; someone.

"He's good at conversation, and we're like… I guess we're kinda dating, but it's not serious. Like he hasn't asked to be exclusive, or my boyfriend or something." you laughed, sputtering it out a bit too quickly.

"I've seen how he looks at you. Definitely not in the 'we're just friends', or even the, 'oh we're just casual' way, he's like. Very clearly super into you. He's definitely giving boyfriend vibes."

"I'm just worried, the last time I was super into someone, it ended up screwing with me pretty badly. He wanted something completely different." you sighed.

"Yeah, but I could tell that guy was a shithead, and even though I don't sense that about Hughie… he too, would be a shithead for fumbling you."

Soon after you could hear sizzling in the pan on the stove, and the waft of onion and garlic greeted your senses, and you inhaled. Without another beat, you changed the subject. "That smells delicious."

You walked over into the kitchen and simply smiled. "Thanks for having my back. Best roomie." You leaned over and gave her a one armed hug.

She just playfully rolled her eyes. "Yes, of course you can have some." she already knew what it meant when you came over to join her.

Without another word, you gestured with your two hands at the diced chicken breast left on the counter, wordlessly suggesting to help. She nodded, as she went back to sauteing her veggies.

Once you both finished cooking, you helped her portion out her meals for the week, cleaning up the kitchen in the process.

You guys were lucky you worked so well together, and even though you both had your ways of doing things, for the most part you both worked through it so that home life could be managed without needless tension-- which seemed to be a rarity amongst others you personally knew. Some of the situations you heard about literally sounded like hell.

"Hey, once the timer rings, do you think you could put the rest away? I've got work in like less than an hour, so I'm going to be gone before I can do it." Bri called from her room.

"Sure!" you chirped back. You resumed folding your laundry, separating bottoms and pants together, tops, and then underwear and socks paired in their respective piles on the couch.

You hummed along to the soft tunes you had playing in the background on your speakers. When suddenly you were interrupted from your gentle daze, looking towards the front door as you heard a couple of knocks. You weren't expecting anyone. Maybe it was a package for Bri?

Stepping over you shut one eye as you peered out the peephole, stunned as you saw Hughie standing outside of your door. You thought for a second, trying to reason why he'd be here, and then you saw what he was holding in his hands. He must be returning the DVD you loaned him last week!

You opened the door swiftly, which caught Hughie off guard, his fist held mid-air as he was about to knock again. He just laughed and looked to the side, then back to you with that smile.

"Hughie? I, I just figured you were exhausted from last night. Sorry again about that," you smiled, attempting to bite back your grin as you opened the door a bit more. "What brings you here?"

"I should be apologizing for that, I'm sorry I got so carried away. I didn't realize I could go on that long about dinosaurs, but yeah, uh. I was just returning this to you, thanks for the recommendation by the way."

"I mean, who hasn't seen Jurassic Park, am I right?" you shrugged playfully, as you accepted the DVD back.

"You know, I totally have seen it several times, right? I just happened to loan out my copy, and never got it back."

You narrowed your eyes, "I can tell you're the bigger person for not continuing the cycle. So, thank you, really."

"Yeah, I'm no criminal." he shrugged. A few moments seemed to pass as he let the pretense settle, the true purpose of his visit lingering in his throat before it came to surface. "Really, I wanted to see you, even if it was just for a few minutes." The earnest look in his eyes made your stomach flip.

Gradually, you could feel your lips quirk up into a smile, no words leaving just yet as your mind seemed to have already answered but your body needed catching up.

"Actually… that is insanely sweet of you- you wanna come in? I'm just working on some laundry, but you're free to stick around?"

"Sure, I'd love to. Laundry isn't enough to scare me away-- did you need a hand?"

You moved aside as he walked in. "Nah, I've got this." you reassured, waving your hand off. "Also, I'm sorry, if it's a bit of a mess." Your head nudged in the direction of the couch and nearly full baskets housing all of your clothes.

"Not messy at all. Not that it would matter to me, I came by unannounced anyway." he slowly said.

"Well, make yourself at home!" you chimed.

Even as you walked off into the hallway, your smile lasting so long, it felt like you could burst at the seams. In your room, you went to retrieve your cellphone, removing it from its charging cable. You bit your lip, when you swiped over your notifications, realizing that Hughie had texted you two hours ago.

Unbeknownst to you, Hughie's eyes had focused in on your attire, even though it may have felt like you weren't dressed up, it certainly caught him off guard. This was a first seeing you like this, the relaxed and at home look. The 'she could be wearing my shirt like that, too' tomorrow morning kind of thought.

He shook his head to refocus, taking a seat on one of the other vacant chairs in the living area, as he folded his hands over himself, his thumbs absentmindedly rubbing against each other while he tried to remain chill about the whole thing. But, he wasn't able to fully get his mind off of it, not when you came rushing back in suddenly.

"Hughie, I am so sorry, I didn't realize you texted me that you were heading over. I was charging my phone…" Now it was your turn to wince, looking at him with a guilty pout.

"Hey no worries, I figured maybe you were busy." He paused, feeling himself swallow as he tried his damndest to be discreet as his eyes scanned over your form yet again, but you'd miss it if you blinked.

"Hey, are you hungry? We've got some food we made from earlier. Not sure if it's your kinda thing, but Bri is like, such a good cook. She makes the healthy stuff taste and look amazing." You walked over to the counter, showing off one of the containers that had a fair serving size.

"Wow, it does. I mean normally I'd love to, but I'm not super hungry. I had breakfast earlier." he motioned his hand over his stomach, as his nose scrunched just a bit, indicating he didn't want to overdo it.

"Okay, well it's here just in case you change your mind."

You went back to your task at hand, as you looked back at Hughie, "If you get bored, the remote's on the side table next to you. I've got streaming and all that."

Just then Bri came out of her room, with her work uniform on, tying her hair up into a ponytail. "Oh? Hughie? I didn't know you were coming over?" she questioned, her tone sounding like she was surprised yet you knew she wasn't.

"It just kind of happened, I was dropping something off." he cleared his throat, appearing as casual as he could. "Hey I'm sorry we missed you at the movies last time. I'm glad you look like you're feeling a lot better." he kept his tone mostly even. Although, after what resulted from having the evening alone with you, he wasn't exactly complaining either.

"Oh much better, thank you. It's amazing what a full night's rest does for you." she smiled, as you could swear she was watching you through her peripheral. "I'm actually heading out for work though, so as much as I'd love to stay and chat. I'm sure she'll be even better company." With emphasis, she glanced over at you as you merely laughed.

"I mean, if you call chores a great time, then it'll be a blast." you remarked.

"I told you that being a procrastinator can sometimes be a red flag." she quipped as she gathered her keys from the hook next to the door.

"Funny you say that, but I'm still here, so that tells me I could have avoided accidents I would have otherwise found myself in if I didn't procrastinate." you reasoned.

You shook off a shirt to emphasize your point as you squinted towards her.

Bri feigned this look like she was fed up with you, "Maybe. Look, Hughie, it's a small drawback in the bigger picture, because she's awesome. Even with the lazy days." She then gave your cheek a soft pat as she walked out. "Alright, I'll seeya later."

Hughie seemed to be reveling in the show you two put on going back and forth, as he sat there just smiling.

"You're looking for the word serendipity!" you quickly said as your voice was muffled after she shut the door.

"She seems sweet." he sat there with his hand on his chin, smiling.

"You should try living with her, she is the worst." you laughed softly, and shook your head as you then looked back at him. "But really, she's always looking out for me. She just gets a little amped up when I'm excited about someone new."

"Excited?" he swallowed, feeling himself flush at the thought of you reaffirming your affection towards him. What seemed to amplify his racing thoughts, was the heavy implication that you've already started talking about him to your friends.

"Okay just don't get a big head about it, but… well, sorta," you laughed. Pausing from the laundry for a moment. "I kind of like the spontaneity. You showing up just to see me?"

"Well, I mean… you said you had the day off. Figure I'd make sure you at least got some kind of rest."

"So don't be so good at conversation, it's going to be killer on my sleep schedule." you sighed, because you knew how down bad you were.

"Got it, I'll make sure to remember that for next time." he nodded, acting as if it was actually feasible for him to want to talk to you less.

"Did you want anything to drink by the way? I'm sorry I didn't offer earlier. We've got water, juice, soda… water?" you excitedly motioned to the contents in the fridge.

Hughie's eyes simply blinked a bit stupidly, as he looked back up to your face, snapping from a certain daze. He was totally just staring at your legs, and you could have sworn you caught a glimpse of it. Which just made you feel a bit more conscious of the situation growing to a head. You two were alone, and your roommate was going to be gone for the rest of the day.

"Hurry now, because this deal won't last for long. Kind of a limited offer." You quickly diverted back to offering him a refreshment, hoping that you could push past the awkward stage of whatever you two were engaged in.

"Yeah, water's great. Please," he nervously chuckled, as his hand scratched at the back of his neck.

"Ice?" you simply asked, your mind simultaneously hazy, yet clearer than ever as you could feel yourself over examining each little word and action now.

"Ice is great, too. Thank you." his voice croaked, sounding even foreign to himself. He had his legs crossed in his lap, glued to his spot in that chair.

"Hughie," you started cautiously, "Are you okay?" you asked, as you walked over handing him the glass of water.

"Oh yeah, just peachy. Why?" he quickly gulped down the water generously. Why did he have to look so guilty?

He glanced over at the side table next to him, as he promptly took a coaster from the stack to place his glass ontop of it. Whew, you had to remind guests all the time to put their damn cups on the coasters. Not that it was the most amazing thing ever, but it obviously meant that Hughie had some decent manners. Even the smallest of things you were hyper aware of. Especially the fact that he was concealing something else from you currently.

"Are we not going to address this? Or are we just going to keep dancing around it?" your voice lowered dangerously. He hadn't heard your tone sound like that before.

You stepped even closer so that you were directly infront of him now, placing your palms on either side of the arms of the plush chair, as he looked up at you. Your soft hands wandered away from the chair as they settled on his propped knee, nudging it a bit suddenly so it could slide back on the seat evenly with his other knee. The lashes of his eyes lowered, as he could feel himself swallow again, knowing that you must have caught on to his semi beginning to strain under his jeans.

"I mean-" he started, and before he could even finish, whether or not it was a stumbling excuse or plea, you interrupted it as you curved your lips over his.

You hadn't gone past a few makeouts, and a couple of dates at this point. But the tension was past the boiling point, so it was only a matter of time you were going to take the next opportunity. Even though, you had confessed you wanted to take things slow, these next steps were merely unspoken.

As he eagerly returned the pressure of your lips melding against his, he parted his mouth, unable to restrain a groan slip out as you found the room to straddle him, knees bent on either side of him as you climbed onto his lap.

You seemed completely unconcerned with being positioned ontop of him, it just let you become more intimately acquainted with the shape of him through his pants, as your shirt was perfectly draped over to partially hide the obscenity of this whole affair.

"What's gotten into you?" you huffed against his lips, gently pulling him back by the curls of his hair as you retreated to hold eye contact long enough for him to answer.

"I was about to ask you that." he laughed a bit breathlessly, his hands likewise finding their home on either side of your covered hips, though you could feel the pressure of his grip, likely so that he could be certain this was not a dream.

"Was it the shirt?" you narrowed your eyes. He allowed his head to follow along with your fingers still busy roaming through his tresses, as he fluttered his eyes shut for a moment. You then purposely rocked yourself against him.

"I… I mean, as painful as it is to say it like this… but I'm just a man." he covered his groan with a cough, as he recovered with a cheesy grin. "But ah, to answer your question, yes.. that's definitely part of it.." His eyes closed for a moment out of embarrassment, his eyebrows raised in thought, recognizing he could have easily missed out on this if he didn't come over.

"Yeah, it sure must be painful…" you teased. You knew that, deep down somewhere in the trenches of your being, you had been repressing the sexual tension for the past few weeks at this point.

"Oh yeah, uh just… a smidge, I think." He shut one eye, almost winking but the sweet friction you were eliciting, it was increasingly difficult for him to focus on anything else besides the ease of how you slid against him, like you two had been here before.

"You should see what else I can do…" Your hushed tone in his ear caused him to shudder.

You next nuzzled your face into his collar, inhaling his scent with the nudge of your nose into his skin, so that you could commit to memory the faint trace of his body wash. It suited him whatever it was, though you knew that you would end up associating it with him from now.

"Oh God, what else do you have up your sleeves?" he mumbled breathlessly, drinking in the sight of you pulling back from his chest, just enough so you could presumably catch him off guard pleasantly, again.

"What don't I have up my sleeves?" you giggled. With that, you carefully brought one of the straps down from your bra, so that it was revealed past your sleeve, doing the same with the other. Then, one by one you stretched out each strap past your elbows, temporarily removing your arms from each sleeve so that you could properly leave the cups of your bra simply clinging to your breasts now. Slowly you brought each arm back out from your sleeves.

"I think you're going to kill me." He stated, as he watched with rapt focus, noting that you've taken his hands into yours.

Without much warning-- although he should have seen it coming-- you guided his hands up past the hem of your shirt, and past your torso. Your mouth parted soundlessly as you took in the way the soft lines of his palms felt on your skin.

And if his excitement wasn't already obnoxiously making itself known against your inner thigh, you knew he must have been at full mast at this point.

Your fingers graciously traced his wrists, as his own fingertips came in contact with the cups of your bra, peeling them down at crawling pace. He didn't stop until they were stuck pathetically around your waist.

You reached back, straightening out your posture a bit as you unclipped it, allowing him to see the color of it before you tossed it to the floor. You were back to sharing yet another searing kiss, this time his hands sliding right back under your shirt, eager to become acquainted with your breasts. His thumbs swiping past both of your breasts, ghosting over your nipples just barely. Your tongue slid against his own, your noses every so often gently bumping as you both found a dance that worked.

"Hey, I haven't shown you my room yet…" you quickly intercepted, his hands withdrawing from you as you lifted yourself off of him. You nearly stumbled at first, very clearly giddy at the thought of taking your session to the bed. He wordlessly followed after you, all the while being careful not to agitate his current situation, although he couldn't help that his hand pulled at a section of his jeans.

As quickly as your door opened, it was shut right after. Your body dipped right onto the bed, as you laid back, anticipating his next move.

"You've got a cozy place." he gruffed, his laugh barely covering over his thinly veiled patience at this point. But he wasted no time in sliding his belt off, kicking his pants off right after.

"Cozy enough… that you'd want to keep coming back?" Your flirtatious inquiry held more than this just being a one time thing, you very clearly wanted this to last. You could only hope he'd feel the same, yet you knew you couldn't let that interfere with this moment.

"I'd be crazy if my answer is anything other than," he started his sentence, joining you on the bed as he grasped your hips, grounding himself with purpose into your clothed core, with a promise of what would follow, "absolutely…"

You keened at the friction, as you very impatiently shimmied your shorts and panties off. Your hand grasped into the drawer next to your side, as you went to fish out an unopen box of condoms you had recently bought to prepare for the inevitable. Though, you froze as you heard Hughie curse above you, slipping off the bed as he went back to fiddle with the pocket of his jeans forgotten on the floor.

Part of you felt a bit sheepish, of course you would likely not have known what would fit Hughie, but then it's not like you… bought a box for each size just in case. It was just a couple of days ago, but you could barely look at the cashier. You shut the drawer wordlessly, not about to confess about your overpreparedness. At least not today.

"Look, it was just in case, I don't just carry these around normal-" You were quick to lure him into another tender kiss as soon as he hit the sheets again.

Though, once you gave him just enough room and time to slip out of his underwear, and into the condom. In the meantime, you peppered his jaw with the softest of kisses, encouraging him to look into your eyes after.

"Hey, just… I wanna make sure you're okay with this." he asked you, his eyes sincere and searching your face for any signs for uncertainty or hesitation.

"Hughie, I'm certain, please. I want this…" you nearly pleaded, but then corrected yourself, "I want you."

You weren't about to delve into the deeper things of it, namely because you didn't want to ruin the beginnings of what you two might be able to have. But you most certainly weren't just horny, it was just the effects from the pull; that connection you couldn't deny was amplifying what your heart wish it could say out loud.

"Same here." he breathed in relief, as he leaned his forehead against yours. "Specifically…you."

Testing the waters, you felt his fingers splay across your knee, traveling upwards until he was stroking your inner thigh. You shuddered, as you next felt his fingers stroke across the source of your arousal. A gasp caught in your throat, as you could feel him just almost languidly, run his thumb experimentally over your clit, hoping to find the right motion that would carry you along the right notes.

After some time, you could feel the depths of yourself reaching closer to the apex of your pleasure, and he was backing you into a corner almost literally, as you could feel yourself inching up the mattress bit by bit, as your hips shifted and wriggled as he began to gently at first, slip his fingers into your heat.

"Hughie," your voice sounded like it was afloat, its tone seeming to reach a bit higher and airy than it was just earlier. You were pleading with him.

"Okay, okay. Yes?" he huffed, as he was more than ready himself, even though he wasn't particularly rushing it. Your comfort was of primary concern to him.

"Please… I'm ready." you smiled, stroking his cheek until you grasped him by the hair, dragging him down into another heady kiss.

You parted your thighs, as you could feel him ease into a position that felt ideal for you both to start, as he guided himself past your entrance, taking his time, and watching your face for any indication for him to pause, or to continue.

Once you were settled and felt that you could handle movement, you laid your head back into your pillow. And he could tell by the way you couldn't hold still, your hips encouraging him to begin moving.

His face was muffled as he mouthed against your neck, panting as he was midthrust, "I forgot to tell you how delicious you smell..."

"Ah, pretty sure... that's just the onion and garlic from earlier." you answered unevenly, as you eagerly received him.

He lifted his head up, even though he barely seemed to register what you said, but once it hits him, you can feel the vibrations from the his chest as his thrusts seem to stutter with his airy laugh. "You should do that again, for next time. " he teased.

"Okay, less talking… Keep focused, Hughie." you pat his cheek, giggling.

"Yep, o-okay, got it." he hissed, as he could feel how tight you were around him. Regardless, he did he best to keep at a steady pace, but it took all of his concentration to not just lose himself completely.

You could feel how the temperature had been rising between your mingled limbs, and the fact that you were still in the shirt Hughie had first caught you in earlier. Your fingers rose up his abdomen, as you could feel the tension with his rigorous movement, just a few mere inches below where you two were intertwined. As you did so, you flirted with removing his shirt, riding it up higher until he decided he would intervene. Thankfully, too, since he pulled that one handed trick that men seemed to be able to do.

Eyes fluttering closed, you chewed onto your lower lip as you restrained the sounds that left your mouth. You didn't want to sound like you were faking or exaggerating the pleasure he was providing you with. Then again, it seemed to spur him on, the way your voice felt reserved. Whenever he was rewarded with a particularly soft moan, or the hitch in your voice, or subtle way your chest heaved with a particularly heavy breath was driving him wild.

By a certain point, it was becoming apparent to the both of you that you were nearing your climax. And you could definitely tell by the way Hughie sounded, his voice becoming a bit hoarse as he was so close to being driven over the edge. You kept your hands over the sides of his face, as you locked your legs around him, and gave him a look that just literally blew him away. You could feel your climax wash over you, your thighs giving way to grounding him in place. You feel the tingling pulse of pleasure coursing all the way down to your toes. And with a shuddering breath, Hughie joined you moments after.

"That was…" Hughie started, a smile gracing his face with not only satisfaction, but with absolute adoration for you.

"Amazing?" you asked, hoping you filled in his sentence correctly. Your fingers danced across his neck as you played with his hair, giggling as you looked up at him, feeling a bit shy all of a sudden.

"Yes, exactly." he murmured against your lips. He just didn't seem like he could stay away from kissing you for long.

You spent a couple more hours in the afternoon just cuddling. Just talking about what your next date would end up being, and every little nonsensical thing in-between, which had you both sharing laughter and playful jabs at each other.

And after separate showers, you decided to go out for lunch together. You came back later in the evening, retreating to your laundry that you finished folding. You decided that you would finish folding the rest for tomorrow. Your mind was just full of Hughie, you couldn't be blamed for not wanting to pick up where you left off on boring ol' laundry. It was all clean now, that's what mattered.

Once your roommate came back sometime after 9pm, you were sound asleep in the room she figured, since you weren't on the phone or watching TV.

When she hit the light switch in the kitchen, she dropped her keys on the counter as she looked at her individual prepped meals left forgotten. She picked up one of them as she reasoned, wondering if she could chance them still being edible. But then she realized that was her desperation talking.

"Not that serendipity shit again." she sighed.

[faust-the-enjoyer]

@gluttonybiscuits  asked: Please omg I am STARVING for more dbf!Keegan and I wish I could feed myself but I'm sjfbehfhdhd y'know? 💀💀 Anyway I have the idea of dbf!Keegan with an afab!reader where Keegan didn't know our dad has a kid cuz he wants to keep his work and personal life separate. So Keegan meets reader as an adult. And I like to think when he first sees them, he's like "double smash" but his brain and dick are fighting with each other cuz that's his best friend's kid 😩🖤

Double Smash

Tags: afab!reader, fem!reader, reader is 21+, age gap, guilt, allusions to male masturbation.

Warnings: MDNI.

A/n:....I'm SO SORRY this took like 2 or 3 months.....I was really busy because of school and i wanted to write this but didn't wanna half-ass it😭 but also tumbler made an update where I can't edit saved asks😀 pls to the original asker know that you can request a part 2 to this if you want bc I didn't know how to end it!

- divider by (benkeibear)!

It was just another day on base for the two, he'd always grab some coffee for himself and for your dad when he went into his office, always chatting with him. They've grown to have a close companionship from working together and protecting each other over the years. Your father would always reveal things about himself and only himself, never talking about his family when he's working. Keegan would be the same, always quiet and secretive.

It was during a holiday that you father asked him to come over so he could show him some of his vinyl record collection and have dinner with the family. He was welcomed through the door by your father as you just came down the steps of the stairs. "This is my best buddy, Keegan." your father introduces him to you proudly with a carefree smile, he turns to him, "Keegan, this is my daughter.". his eyes linger on your face as he extends his hand to you to shake it, "Pleasure meeting you.", and as you introduce yourself and shake his hand, you smile as you can't help but notice his pretty blue eyes trail down to your lips.

After a bit of chatting with the two in the living room and hearing your father's endless stories about the two's missions, you get up. "I'll go get dinner ready.", your father excuses himself as he gets off of the couch as well, "I'm going to the bathroom, Keegan, would you mind helping her set the table?", and he didn't even wait for answer, he just left for the bathroom. Keegan lets out a breath as he gets up from the couch, following you to the kitchen.

As he helps you with dinner and the table, he puts dishes in their distinguished spots on the table while looking at you. "You know I...never heard your dad talk about you..." he says calmly, his eyes slowly going over your facial features, he really hopes he didn't understand what he said in a different way. "He doesn't like talking about me when it comes to work, you know, for my safety and what not." He looks away while setting the utensils and cutlery down, "Yeah, I get it.", he looks over at you as you pull a dish out from the oven, his eyes trailing from your gloved hands, to your back, to your hips, to your backside. He could feel his stomach twist and turn whenever he heard your voice, and he couldn't help but let his eyes linger on your body.

He spent the night eating dinner with you two and afterwards your father showed him that vinyl record collection he's been itching to talk about and show off. Your father had kept bringing him back into the house over and over again, to watch the soccer game, to have a drink, to have dinner, to watch a movie, and your father always encouraged you to join, which you gladly agreed to, much to Keegan's delight, prompting you to spend more time with him, and after the holiday was over, they had to go back to base. A new issue arose in Keegan's life; you. As the days went on after not seeing you for a while he couldn't stop thinking about you, the way he'd respond slower when people talked to him on base, and the number of condoms that were thrown in his trash can were all evident of your effect on him, but there was one issue: your father. What would he say to Keegan, his comrade and his best friend of years if he knew he wanted to get with his daughter? What would he do to him? Would he just throw all of those years and memories in the trash? Would he direct his anger at you instead? He didn't know, he couldn't calculate all of the reactions your father might have if he found it, and it made him feel like he was at his wits' end whenever he sat down with him, it made him feel guilty and disgusting.

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Different Path Taken Ch20: P2 Maybe? Runaan's Narration

I went ahead and gave that narration idea a shot, and I've got nearly a thousand words of it before I had to pause. I think it's turning out okay? Tell me what you guys think. I can still edit in dialogue tags and some action to break it up if that's better.

Ten thousand years ago, the mountains in what is now southern and eastern Katolis were home to the Moonshadow elves.  The area was largely inhospitable back then to human farmers, and magical resources grew aplenty upon the slopes.  That is why this caldera appears so  . . . lifeless now.  The magic was stripped from this place when we were driven out.

“I thought humans lost the war, and that’s why we were driven to this side of the continent.  How come you guys didn’t just keep this land as part of Xadia?”

That decision was not made by elves, but by dragons.  It is . . . difficult to argue with an Archdragon.

“Ah.  Uh, yeah, that makes sense.”

In the end, it was not Sol Regem that proposed the split.  A Sunfire queen, ancestor of Queen Aditi and the line that rules the Sunfire kingdom to this day, suggested the breach be made.  Sol Regem used every bit of his power to draw the lava to the surface, together with the other archdragons, and cracked the world in half.  This left the Moonshadow holdings on the wrong side, and the queens - the elf and Luna Tenebris, the dragon queen after Sol Regem stepped down from the throne - agreed that the people of the world should be split along those halves.  Thus Moonshadow elves were driven to Xadia as humans were driven here, to our home.

We destroyed everything we could.  The desolation you see here, the magic that was stripped - we did that to our own home, to keep its power from human hands.  Little to nothing remains of what our civilization once was.  All we have is memory, histories that stretch back to the very first elves to walk this world.

“How can you be sure the histories are true?”

Magic is in everything, little one.  Even what we took from this place could not drain it of everything.  Moon magic is seen in light through the darkness, deception, in illusion, perception, reality.  It is a flip of the coin from the Sun’s truth, the Ocean’s chaos, and the Earth’s life.  It is in deception, in order, and in death.

“That’s why it’s dangerous for someone who’s grieving.  But what does that mean, moon magic is in death?”

What happens to a soul after it dies is no mystery to a Moonshadow elf.  We know where our dead go - to a world beyond this one, to the next phase of their existence.  What is there to fear in that?  In the old days, here at the Moon Nexus, a door could even be opened to that realm, permitting us to speak to the dead, and to pass on quietly if it were our time.  Now, without the Moonhenge and the power of the Nexus, with everything but a shade of its former self, all we can open is a window.  But that is enough, to confirm the histories we keep.  We are meticulous about them - oral stories passed from one generation to the next, calling upon ancestors to ensure they are accurate.

“Some physical books and written histories remain, but so much has been lost over the centuries that the assassins’ oral histories are considered to be the most in-depth and accurate records of elven history in Xadia - among any elf.”

Thank you, Ram.  There are also other elves tasked with preserving what little physical history we could recover . . . but precious little of that survived the trip to Xadia.  It was a harrowing journey with no support from the Xadian side of the newly made breach, and many of our warriors kept busy with the war and the . . . forced emigration of humans even as our own people were subjected to the same conditions further south.  Many, many lives were lost on that journey, and many more were left behind, slaughtered by the angry humans who had just lost their own homes. 

It is said that nearly a hundred thousand Moonshadow elves once lived among these mountains.  Around twenty thousand made the journey successfully into Xadia, after a harrowing war fought mostly on our doorstep and the migration.  While certainly a population not to be degraded, it was a heavy blow, and many of us were driven to desperation.  It took decades to find a place to settle in Xadia, most land there already strong with established communities.  While we could settle in those communities, we could not maintain our own private rituals until we had somewhere to preserve them away from outsiders’ eyes.  Moonshadow Forest was where we eventually landed, a mere twenty-thousand left of a society once five times that.  It is not a large forest, and was not even then, and many of our people did range around Xadia for many years after that . . . though much changed in the next few centuries, and now few of us venture beyond the treeline.

“That’s sad.”

“Yeah.  Why don’t you tell us something happy?”

“Ellis!”

Ha!  Very well, children, shush.  Despite all the death and destruction associated with this place, it is still sacred to our people, and a single guardian is still left here even now.  Near the peak, where the water of the Nexus itself feeds them, flowers and life still continue to grow.  This mountain is the only place on this side of the breach where you can still find the blue roses once cultivated by Moonshadow elves.  On the other side, they are found only in Moonshadow Forest.

“Has anyone ever found the Guardian before?  What happens then?”

She has her ways of keeping this place safe, and a secret.  I shan’t tell you more of that now.  Skor, I’m certain remembers - the rest of my elves should, and it will be an excellent training exercise in observation skills if they do not.

“I don’t suppose I count as a kid for this?”

No, little blade, you do not.

“Didn’t think so.”

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Things about reader characters

CW: POSSIBLE SPOILERS

These are ideas I have for the various readers of my series. This does not discount any of your ideas for these characters these are more just notes I wanted to put out there, to show my thinking.

Also I have been adding and editing this post for a long time, adding characters and adding to characters. I'll probably include a link this post in my Navigation and if more characters are added or needed later on, I'll worry about it. They are listed in no particular order, I just tried to sort them as best as I could. There's a chance, I will change bits and pieces later on. With that in mind please enjoy some lore.

Macho (Shark hybrid) - not gonna lie, everytime I imagine the hybrid I imagine shylily.

Macho was in the program and is around the same age as Spirit but they weren't brought up in the same location.

Macho got her scars from fisherman who were trying to hunt her, with some even wanting to put her in captivity.

Originally the program had tagged her, letting her continue going about her life with minimal interference, but Macho lived in waters that were populated mostly by poachers and fisherman. Macho was fairly resistant to the program and had been noted for attempting to break out of her container when they were transporting her.

Macho and her own retainer/handler get along pretty well. Macho didn’t like having someone being her parental guardian but over time the retainer was able to get closer.

Macho's retainer is properly read up and informed about shark hybrids and even merfolk hybrids, wanting to cover all bases when working with her.

When macho is in human form she has legs, and when she shifts she resembles more of a merfolk, with her legs forming her tail.

Macho and Spirit text each other but replies are often hard because they both work.

Leo (lion hybrid) - I haven't decided what Leo's gender is yet, with Leo being a gender neutral name to me.

Leo’s family isn’t so much in poverty as they are just trying to keep their business from falling apart. Leo refused to assist with working there so they joined KorTac, and was told they had to send money.

Leo and Horangi have a massive "will they, won't they" situation. They flirt, but it's not clear if it's just flirting or if they have feelings.

Leo and Konig get along, they're not close but there is respect.

I think it’s already been explained but part of the reason Leo didn’t go with König and Horangi was because lion hybrids (in my headcanon) are more dominant, and the 141 has a dragon hybrid which could lead to more conflict than was deemed safe.

If Leo and Alejandro were to meet... honestly I have no idea what would happen between those two, it would depend on who stepped up first and who said what first.

Fäks (arctic fox hybrid) - Yeah still have the colonel sanders image in my head...

Fäks has a kid, but for the most part he keeps his distance from them. He is still present in their life, and puts in the effort but the distance is for their protection.

Fäks is part of the Special investigations unit and is one of the highest ranking hybrids in his unit. Think Jack Reacher.

Fäks and Nikolai met when they were both newer to the army. Nik was a little tipsy and dared to flirt with the fox hybrid at the bar. Challenge accepted and plenty of apologies for assuming Fäks was a woman. The two are platonic...mostly.

Kit - Kit is at least a year old and is a girl.

Kit carries around a small ragged plush everywhere she goes. It's the only thing she has from her parents befiore losing them, and Johnny doesn't bother trying to take it away, unless Kit has to get wet, even then it is kept close by.

Kit's adopted family consists of, Johnny's mom (making her Gran), Spirit (her aunt) and the rest of the 141 signed to be god parents should something happen.

Like Spirit did, Kit lives on base for the most part. Johnny does take her to apartments, hotels/motels, and safe houses when he can if only to give her some normalcy in her life.

As a kitsune, Kit is very intelligent even at a young age, so she picks up things fairly quickly.

Tejón - When writing the request, I didn't realize there were mexican badgers, which I ended up basing the reader's appearance on.

The snake bite incident is not the first time Tejón had to deal with venom, which is why she doesn't let Rudy try to suck it out, she didn't want him to risk it.

Tejón's love language is physical touch in a way. While she will hug Rudy and Alejandro, and roughhouse with them, it took some time to get to that point, as she does have some issues with people touching her.

Improvised weapons are Tejón's specialty. When she was living on her own, her main weapon and tool was a pipe that she had found, and took the time to learn how to handle it.

Tejón had bad experiences with aids (medics) and rescue teams before, causing her to have trust issues. People wanted to take her from her shelter.

Tejón and Spirit might meet in the next part when Spirit stays on base with Los Vacqueros. They've heard about each other and seen photos, but that's kind of it.

Nix - Have yet to come up with an appearance for Nix, but I will mention he is male.

Nix is a medic at heart who specializes in hybrids specifically. He's had plenty of life cycles which is why he's able to know so much.

Nix matures rather quickly, and doesn't shift to a human form until he is at least 18 in human terms. This can take maybe 1-2 months or so. As for his full age... Nix isn't entirely sure himself.

As mentioned, Nix has had many life cycles, but doesn't stick to one occupation or place the whole time. Nix has done other fields of study and spent time with many other people. At the time of his story, he is of course working with the 141 after a transfer, but won't stay there forever, even if the 141 is there forever.

I have been debating whether or not Nix will become part of the main team, and in future parts to the main story.

Click - Click is often in an oversized hoodie, cause finding adult clothes in their size is annoying. Their hybrid features are based on pygmy mice

Click is a nickname, one they were teased with but have just come to terms with by now.

Despite mostly sitting at a desk and being online constantly, Click's go-to snack is not Doritos, but a trail mix they make themselves. Yes this is also based on a trail mix I make for myself.

After the mission and once their sentence was over, Click still does some hacking but it's all small jobs, like adding mods to clients video games. They still keep up their old work, but it's only run through simulations.

Yes, there is a mild fear of cats, Alejandro has spent time with Click as a sort of exposure therapy. The two get along pretty well.

Another new feature in Click's life was joining a parkour gym, where they maintain their skills in case they are needed for a more complex mission.

I mentioned this in my notes, but Click came before Spirit. This was because I wasn't sure how to include Spirit in an infiltration mission that didn't involve breaking a lot of stuff.

Spirit (Jackelope wendigo Hybrid) - there is a reference image for their appearance

Spirit is a corporal, and will likely remain one until she is old enough to move up in rank.

Spirit is rarely called Y/N, and while this was unintentional when originally writing, it's more because Spirit doesn't have a name. Their file refers to them as Jane Smith which is a name assigned to an unknown person.

The 141 would avoid taking Spirit on missions before they were able to shift into the large wendigo form. Any time they did take her, someone was nearby to ensure her safety.

Spirit’s handler/retainer originally was much more involved, and meaner to Spirit. I toned him down a lot before just straight up writing him out of the story.

Spirit thinks the most intimidating member of the 141 is in fact @diejager’s reader character Hunter, because they are the only human working with an entire group of hybrids.

Sometimes when Spirit goes outside, any birds in the area will land on her antlers. They won't do much and don't cause much trouble, but more than once Spirit has forgotten to check her antlers before going inside.

At the time of writing this, Spirit's mother and her whole origins and whether she is actually a hybrid or not is still very much undetermined to me. As for Spirit's father, that too is also very much up in the air.

Tagger - originally written as female but later on I went on to make them gender neutral.

Tagger is pretty young for a cop, and Graves pulled some strings, but would never admit it.

Kind of spoilers but Tagger doesn’t like going back to their old home because of the good and bad memories.

Tagger’s age is all over the place I won’t lie. They are legal though during the time the Gangster series takes place.

Graves was Tagger’s guardian for a while, but other’s would also ensure they were safe while Graves was working.

Tagger’s red scarf is something they’ve had for a while, and it’s rare to see them without it. If they have to remain in only their uniform, they will shove it into their pocket.

Tagger’s mother at the moment doesn’t exist. I have a dark idea for her, but at the moment she is unknown even to Tagger.

Echo (Gotham Knights) - technically Echo hasn’t been introduced yet, or maybe they have and I just posted the two at odd times. Usually though they are the reader.

Echo works for Fox Tech, they are an intern and have their own small private lab.

Echo is Red Hood’s partner (not like that). Red Hood recruited Echo and showed them the ropes after Echo decided to go vigilante themselves.

Echo has a retired service dog, that assists with their night life and takes to work. A few scientists have made complaints about the dog's presence, as yes it can be a safety and health hazard. Echo has maintained these guidelines.

There are plans for Echo to have a custom villain, okay not custom, this villain has their own asmr series but I liked the concept enough to try and work Echo into a story with this villain following a similar story.

Echo has their own sigil/symbol. It's one I worked on when I was in college and might need to modify since a coworker thought it was a bomb and not a bat.

Echo's name comes from echo location, and the fact they are usually the one taking out anyone who tries to get away from Red Hood.

Yes, Echo has met other members of the Batfamily like Grayson and Barbara. They get along fine.

Stray - the dog breed is open to interpretation

Soap's relationship with the Stray is very much "dad who didn't want a dog but ended loving the dog at the same time".

Stray isn't an official K9, hence why they get into a lot of trouble.

I am undecided as to whether or not the stray has another owner before they were tested on, or if they are merely a stray that was picked up.

Mentioned in one of the parts, Stray did have a sort of companion when they were trapped in the facility, and this companion's current status is unknown (mainly cause I don't know where to take the series next).

Valkyrie - looks pretty androgynous, often has a beanie on. Valkyrie’s appearance has led to some confusion about their gender on more than one occasion.

Valkyrie is the same age as Logan and younger than David. Valkyrie has fled home before and sought safety at the Walker house, due to a not so great home life with a step family.

Valkyrie visits Nessie on occasion, and has done so without Keegan from a younger age. As soon as she was able to drive she would visit, often alone. Sometimes it was to escape stepfamily.

Valkyrie has a burn on her arm which stays bandaged often due to some insecurity. Elias, Keegan and the Walker brothers are maybe the only ones who know of it, not including the one responsible.

Keegan had been teaching Valkyrie what to do in dangerous scenarios as soon as she was old enough to understand danger. From then on, anytime the two of them go on trips, it's meant for Valkyrie's training.

Valkyrie was in the same boat as Logan and David thinking the only relationship was their fathers being war buddies. Despite this and their long distance, Valkyrie considers Elias to be like a second father, and the Walker boys to be her brothers.

Like Keegan, Valkyrie is fluent in Spanish, it is a second language for her. Sometimes if she wants to converse with her father more privately she uses Spanish instead of English.

Valkyrie has a hemp bracelet with beads that she made as a kid, and still wears. There are three wooden beads, one to represent her and the other two to represent the Walker brothers.

Brat - can't think of an alternative name, but for the most part their appearance is reader insert, from the choo choo charles insert

Brat is around 16 years or so of age, and used to visit the island for vacation with their dad since he worked in the mines. He and Eugene also showed them how to drive the train.

Brat's efforts started with contacting police on the mainland, along with other emergency services like the coast guard. Warren has a few of them in his pocket however.

The reason Brat and Eugene use the passcodes, "Stephen King" and "Dark Tower" is to make sure the mob/cultists aren't the ones at the door. The passcode is from Choo choo charles origins, as he is based on the character from children's book "Charlie the Choo Choo" from Stephen King's book The Dark Tower.

Due to the weather being gloomy and dark a majority of the time, Brat's perception of time is limited. Their sleep schedule also isn't great, but they do try make it work.

Kid - Wasn't sure how to write this entry, because techincally Kid is a future OC, so I'll include it here, their name is Morgan.

A small note, I have minimal understanding of the mental affects Kid's situation has had on them. If I'm not mistaken, they have some level of PTA (Post Traumatic Amnesia) hence some of the memory gaps.

Kid has plenty of trust issues as well, but attaches themselves to Graves quite a bit, because a. he got them to safety and b. Graves is pretty much the only interacting with them in the entire town.

The reason for Graves staying with Kid is because none of the cops were offering to look after them instead which made him a little uneasy.

Believe it or not, part of the reason Kid felt they could go with Graves was because of his accent. None of the kidnappers or anyone who visited them had a country accent.

Kid is surprisingly good with technology and some mechanics.

Even when they grow up, Kid is still called Kid or Lucky by Graves.

Paloma - There should be some art visuals somewhere on my page of Paloma

I actually have plenty of stuff written for Paloma, small stories that go into her character more but they're only in notes.

Marco, Paloma's adoptive father, did make a full recovery and Paloma explained everything to him. The two of them ended up moving a little ways out of town, and Marco's home is now a safehouse.

During the events of CoD MW22, Paloma is a sergeant. This is at her request so she could still move around as an informant and undercover operative. Very few Los Vacqueros know what she does behind the scenes.

Paloma has a tattoo on her shoulder, of a black sun. If she ever has to go undercover again, the sun is covered with sports tape, bandages, sleeves or make up.

Paloma is a speed demon, she is one of the fastest runners in her unit. She does parkour as a hobby, especially since she often needs to make herself scarce before covers are blown by either side.

Paloma still wears the bandanna from when she was a narcos, it is tied around her head to hold back any baby hairs.

Paloma (Ahuizotl Hybrid) - Mostly human appearance, except for some claws, a tail with a hand on the end, and doglike ears.

At the time of writing and editing this, I'm debating whether Paloma will make an appearance in the Hybrid au.

Paloma actually works with Valeria, and is higher up in her ranks, and yes that means sometimes dealing with Graves and his thralls.

Paloma has met Tejón on occasion, and Tejón knows what Paloma does and how she operates. The two may or may not be flirting via text messages.

Paloma still has Marco in ehr life, but she avoids him. First off it's to keep him safe and off the radar. Second, people who know what kind of hybrid she is, don't trust or like her very much as Ahuizotls are known to lure people to their deaths. Third, as mentioned previously, she fears it might be possible she'll do that.

If anyone tries to pursue Paloma in a chase, it doesn't really end well, but it's her best move and strategy. Valeria discourages any of her men from trying to follow Paloma if she ever leaves for a walk, as there have been accidents in the past in previous attempts.

There's little to suggest Paloma is operating undercover and Paloma follows orders loyally, so mind control isn't something Valeria resorts to, any time she has, Paloma doesn't give her anything inciminating.

Brooke - Brooke has a long scar across her face, which she gave to herself, with her hair being very uneven and is a little short

The scar across Brooke's face is self inflicted. She was concerned about facial recognition being used against her, and thought a scar would make it harder.

Brooke not only joins the K9 unit but is trained to work with other animals as well, such as horses and birds of prey.

Leo retired before Brooke joined the 141, and got herself a new K9 which she named Atlas after her late guardian's call sign. Leo is old but still lives a good life at her family home.

Brooke's family works with a lot of animals, including livestock guardians. Since they live in Alberta, it is not uncommon for her to join her father in the Calgary Stampede.

There’s a sort of alternate ending for Brooke, where instead of joining the 141 she joins KorTac. In this ending their call sign would be Critter instead of Pup. They got this title from working with so many animals.

While some countries do have restrictions on German Sheperds, Brooke is very adamant that Atlas travels with her and not in kennels or cages. Even on base, Atlas will roam around. Yes, this has been complained about by others, but her story changes their mind. Atlas is crate-trained, but Brooke doesn't like cages.

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Good Omens S2 Thoughts

OBVIOUSLY spoilers for GO S2 below, so if you've not seen, and don't wanna be spoiled, don't read!

The tl;dr of this long post is that I loved S2, it was a lot of fun, and I love that it focused more on Az and Crowley, but I also think it was a little out of pocket and a little messy in writing.

Anyway I fuckin.. am still processing all of what I watched, and am currently rewatching with a friend, too, but here's my jumbled thoughts on S2 and especially the final episode because I'm having many emotions and I need to get my thoughts out somewhere.

Listen. I would like to clarify that I loved S2 and I loved S1, and I think S2 was VERY smart to parse down on supporting characters and keep it stuck to Crowley and Aziraphale for the most part.

I'm assuming that S2 was made with S3 in mind though, esp after this post from Neil Gaiman, bc lord I will cry if there's no S3.

The focus on the story of Job I am being super optimistic in hoping that maybe it's Gaiman punching us in the throat with S2 before offering us a nicer S3... regardless though, I loved the season despite my minor criticisms.

I... do not have anything against Beelzebub/Gabriel, but holy shit was that out of left field for the ending... I just feel that, despite Gabriel having memory loss (it doesn't seem to be COMPLETE since it was kinda touch and go during scenes), they should've sprinkled in some sort of foreshadowing the his relationship or fondness of Beelzebub.

Have him at least not try to decimate that fuckin fly with books, or take an interest in books on forbidden romance, or rebellion against authority, or maybe just flat out have him be interested in Crowley and Aziraphale's relationship, or Nina and Maggie's. Just SOMETHING to set it up a little bit...

EDIT:: while rewatching, I suppose they hinged most of their foreshadowing in Beelzebub's passiveness and interest in Gabriel, but it's a little hard to have a comparison given how little they were in S1

It was only after I skimmed the GO tag that I saw people were pissed about Aziraphale's choice in E6 and I'm kinda just like ??? It's not OOC though... He's always been loyal to Heaven, and the times when he's been questioning, the biggest issue, is that Crowley was an enabler. He kept Aziraphale from REALLY facing the consequences of these decisions because he's acted as a safety net in some of the situations they're put in.

I love the added scenes of the past with Crowley and Aziraphale, they're fuckin great and I like that it continues to expand upon their relationship and "temptations", but I do think it was kinda reiterating stuff we knew from S1... even if it was good fan service, for lack of a better word. I just kinda wish they had sprinkled in more reinforcements of Aziraphale's fealty to heaven. Or, perhaps during the scene when Azira is worried he's going to become a demon, he could take that time to ask Crowley on his feelings on being a demon, and perhaps if he regrets it, just to also set up for the finale desire of Aziraphale in turning Crowley back into an angel.

Regardless though, S3, assuming there is one, will be a big wake up call to Aziraphale when he's left on his own and also under a tighter leash by heaven, especially since Crowley is gone. Also, expanding on Crowley being a high rank when he was an angel made my fuckin night, I still stick to the headcanon that he was the Archangel Raphael, don't @ me

I do think that... some of the stuff that happened in S3 did feel a little like a response to fans as well, since I know Gaiman is on tumblr and Ik the fandom has been really vitriolic over the fact that Az and Crowley didn't kiss or anything in S1... tbh I didn't think it was that big of a deal cause love is shown in many different ways, and I admit I do like that they kissed in S2, but it did also feel uhhh kinda spontaneous.

Not a bad thing, just wasn't expecting it. I did replay the scene bc I'm an angsty bitch. But yeah, I'm like ehhh.

Also Nina and Maggie randomly coming at the end to like.. sit Crowley down and be like "erm youre stupid and in love" felt very weird in a way I can't quite describe, but also felt kinda undeserved. Esp cause Crowley was like "eh I guess". I think the more subtle off handed chat he had with Nina about Aziraphale being his partner was a more elegant way of setting that up, and having him reflect on that instead would've been better. But also tbf he and Azira were being bitches and indeed messing with Maggie and Nina.

I don't like the term of describing content as "fanfic"y because a lot of fanfiction is super well written, but I think S2 was very... fan service-y... rather.

Which tbh I don't mind that much, esp given Gaiman really didn't want an S2 to respect Pratchett's passing as his cowriter. So... meh. I did genuinely dislike the ball scene at the end though. Just... it was really weird, and I'm not sure what they were trying to say with it, other than Aziraphale is fucking demented... and tbh he should've known better since the fucker's been on earth for ages, idk. After talkin with a friend, it just was a really weird scene, and if anything was OOC for him, I think it was that bc his removal of free will, speech, and even actions, was fucking insane.

Also I don't think John Hamm is attractive, so I tbh was just confused for a lot of his scenes that had interactions or alluded to him...

I liked S2, I really did. It was campy, it was a lil sloppy, but it was fun, and it gave a lot more Crowley and Aziraphale being a bitchy little married couple before their fuckin messy ass divorce at the end.

ANYWAY... I really can't wait to see what happens, and I am PRAYING that there'll be an S3. Until then, I will happily sit in my puddle of tears

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I haven't had much time to write lately, and I'm having one of those "everything I write is cringe and I hate it" moments, but hopefully I'll get my groove back soon.

Last thing I wrote was for the next chapter of Rain Is Coming Down. I'm not really happy with how this scene is coming together, so I will most likely be making some big edits.

Context for what's going on in this snippet: Retired Dream is pregnant, and Hob is telling Death about the difficulties he and Morpheus have been facing while trying to find prenatal care. The character mentioned here, Eileithyia, is the Greek goddess of childbirth and midwifery, whom I have adopted as an OC because I decided actually there should be even more mythological figures who have beef with Morpheus.

In the end, the best candidate Hob managed to find had been a veterinarian with a discreet side practice treating human patients. When he had brought it up to Morpheus, well… if looks could kill and Hob could die, he’d have been reduced to a pile of ash on the spot. He’d almost made a joke about the vet being perfect for his angry cat of a husband, but he didn’t fancy sleeping on the sofa for the next decade, so he’d kept his mouth shut. “I suppose,” Morpheus had conceded through gritted teeth, “I would be willing to speak to Eileithyia. If there is truly no better option.” So it worked out brilliantly after all, and Hob couldn’t be prouder of Morpheus—the man’s held grudges for billions of years, so this is big. “Yeah, she’s been a life-saver,” Hob says. “If it weren’t for her, we would’ve had to go with one of my, er… underground contacts. And they’re all either glorified drug dealers or so-called ‘doctors’ with questionable credentials whose usual gigs involve extracting bullets from mobsters. And of course anything through the NHS is out of the question.” “Of course. Can’t have your secret getting out,” Death winks. “Too right,” Hob agrees before downing the last of his tea. It’s a relief talking to someone who understands. “Only it’s a bit frustrating; not like we can tell any of our friends the real reason we’ve got a midwife making house calls instead of going to an obstetrician like normal people living in the 21st century. Suze keeps trying to talk us out of having a home birth. I think now she thinks we’re just artsy-granola-hippie types. What was it she was asking you the other day, darling?” “She was impressing upon me the importance of vaccinating the baby,” Morpheus replies. “And reminding me that there is no shame in getting an epidural,” he adds with an endearingly perplexed frown.

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Okay, yeah, lol. I can't edit the culmination (and my early readers @lettuce-tv and @ultmateragnarok were absolutely right - they caught a scene which I was just too damn tired to do justice to properly, and I will have to do that!)

But I can probably draft out the couple of epilogue-falling action chapters, because I organized my drafts today, and they'd probably benefit from full-edit mode. Which means finishing the draft, because another.. 3-5 k or not won't make any difference to how much through-line editing I plan to be doing. (It's a lot. Seriously, it's a lot.) And getting at least the shape of the epilogue down should be pretty helpful in this regard, rather than having to go into editing mode, then drafting mode again for the conclusion.

Besides. After all of that, I think both me and my characters needed to chill a bit. So you get this:

Chapter 42: Aftermath

It was pretty good, all in all, that Aspen and Dandelion were away from the station for the next few days, because after this shitshow of a transfer, people just silently agreed that nobody would be starting anything new and complicated for a while, and ART's idea about Tal certainly qualified as that. Or at least Seth thought so, because he had many discussions with his crew about whether the idea was viable at all, if Tal would even qualify, and should ART's crew actually pitch the idea to PSUMNT or not, not to mention how to bring it up to the Trellians. This kept ART's humans way too busy to do the sort of things that they'd need me to provide security for (with the exception of Tarik, who kept hanging out with the station's security humans because he wasn't really a part of those discussions. I sometimes talked to them, too, through Tarik's feed, and we also exchanged security postmortems), and ART itself physically unable to immediately go propose the idea to Aspen, which gave both it and myself some downtime.

My Preservation humans were also taking a break from their political discussions, because the administration of Nike Courageous (yes, this sounded incredibly weird to everyone involved, even to me, and I'd only known Nike and Aspen for about a week) was way too busy sorting out Caldera. (And, according to Thiago, the incredibly weird and unusual group merger that came about from a node ship having to leave their entire cluster behind. Apparently even the Trellians were confused about how this was supposed to go.) While Dandelion was gone, my Preservation humans also moved over to ART, because Mensah and Pin Lee also wanted to discuss possible collaborations with Seth. (They'd wanted to do that for a while, but this was the first window they really had.)

(Also ART invited them.)

(It was really nice to have all of my humans on the same ship for once.)

Thiago was the only one of my Preservation humans out and about on Nike almost constantly, because he was the only one who didn't need other officials to do his job--just to sit down and watch whatever was going on, and occasionally tag along where Nike's humans let him. It meant I had to have drones on him at all times, because Nike wasn't nearly so liberal with her cameras as Aspen had been with theirs, but I didn't mind. Now that I had some experience of his and Aspen's analytical lenses, it was actually kind of interesting watching people together with him. A bit like a new show. (Especially when I got Thiago to comment on something particularly weird, which he seemed unusually happy to do.)

So I had two new people-serials to watch, and ART and I finally had time to watch our normal shows again. Which was nice, because aside from old favorites, we also acquired a lot of new ones. (ART, frustrated with not being able to implement its shiny new idea immediately, had goaded Blaze into a ship-to-ship variation of the hacker's game and won, so it got to steal her humans' media archives.)

(I got to watch a seething node ship crash into our workspace just to call ART a smug annoying bastard while it preened. I was pretty ticked off with her interrupting us watching a new Dimidian show we'd just gotten called Pegasi Wings, so I tested some of the linguistic analysis modules I'd picked up from Thiago on her rant. They showed me that she wasn't actually that angry, just making a show of grudging respect. I immediately told ART, and it responded to Blaze that the one local term of respect it would accept was being called a "sunbleached ship." She doubled-down on cursing at it in messy human terms and closed the connection, presumably to keep cursing about the situation to Nike.)

Nike herself was still looking stressed whenever I managed to catch a glimpse of her, which was surprisingly not a lot. She was a lot less adept with the sheer processing power of the Courageous than Aspen had been, even after being trained, so Note held a lot of it for her as she eased into her new body. For the first few days, I actually saw them around the station more than I saw Nike herself. Which made sense, because from Tarik's chatter with the security humans, I knew she was also busy with handling Caldera. Or maybe it was just that the older ships were more hands-on with their processing in general.

It was probably just that Note was used to handling the sheer amount of processing power none of the jump ships could really match. Despite being sedentary, their deep space imaging capabilities, not to mention basically encyclopedic knowledge of planetary physics, seriously rivalled ART's. After they had exchanged data probes, ART often conversed with them about the long slowship journey from Hylara to Trellin, and also about whether any of their dolphins would be willing to someday go to New Tideland. (ART was cautiously optimistic about that, but it was also careful about dropping more than one piece of explosive ordinance on Seth at a time.)

ART also got me to go swimming with Sargasso's pod again a couple of times (the experience was still surprisingly not terrible), so that it could get data through my filters about the way their organic brains oriented when moving in a different kind of medium than most of its human samples were used to. It was still improving its wormhole navigation capabilities, and thought this kind of data might be useful. In return, it gave Note data about its own subroutines, like Dandelion's navigator had suggested, and they were making good progress on improving the normal space movement calculations of Arborea Cosmica ships.

Not that I understood anything about that. I was working my way through ART's piloting training module, but I still only got about 15 percent of their conversations. Note and ART explained things when I asked, but it was pretty obvious they were a lot more interested at working on their own level, so I mostly didn't.

(Seriously, I kind of missed Dandelion and Aspen here. I had no idea what Dandelion's work usually meant or how she went about it, but she always made sure I knew exactly what I needed to know to do my job, and Aspen was incredibly weird, but when you got them to explain, they were usually pretty good at it. In comparison, Note was pretty easy to talk to, once they'd adjusted their feed push and pull to my level, but also a lot harder to understand. Somehow. Maybe it was all the ocean metaphors.)

(I still had no idea what they'd meant when they called me deep sea fauna. And when I asked them, they just laughed and said, "Ask our little anglerfish, young friend, they are a deep sea creature, too. And better at this sort of thing than I am, besides." Like that told me who to ask. I had no idea what an anglerfish even was, and neither did ART's databanks. Probably some sort of extinct fauna.)

(I'd probably have to ask Aspen. Thiago hadn't gotten to mapping Note's corpus of metaphors yet.)

And Aspen wouldn't be back for a while, because Dandelion and her crew were helping them figure out their new engines. (In normal space, for now. Without going anywhere even near any wormholes.)

Even though they were gone, the humans of Arborea Cosmica kept talking about them. (Which I knew, because Thiago made so many recordings about that.) Unexpectedly, the Trellians didn't talk so much about the incident--apparently, Aspen terrifying the shit out of a corporate assault team and wreaking havoc on their own old body was pretty normal Aspen behavior--but about what happened next. That is, about jumping bodies to an uncrewed, no-name ship, and just taking off for a test flight together with Dandelion. That was what they found weird and kind of disturbing, which made me find the Trellians weird and kind of disturbing, so I asked Thiago about it.

According to Thiago, not choosing a name for a ship in advance was considered to be incredibly bad luck among the humans of Arborea Cosmica, same as for Preservation and PSUMNT humans. So some of them were worried about Aspen, and others were worried about having Aspen sent out to the new worlds after making such obviously bad decisions, and nobody was feeling particularly at ease about it. Except probably Aspen themselves, because I suspected--and Thiago agreed--that if there was ever a node ship that didn't give a flying fuck about adding any more bad luck to itself, it would be them. (And maybe Dandelion, who would be going out into the new worlds too.)

(A lot of Trellians found the idea of Dandelion and her terrible threat assessments out in the Rim together with Aspen a little less scary. I really wasn't sure about that.)

So a couple of days went by where I wasn't particularly busy. When I wasn't watching serials, swimming with dolphins, or sending drones to follow someone in ART's crew or Preservaton delegation who wanted to enjoy the gardens or observation lounges, I sometimes consulted Nike or her security about how to contain the Calderan team. (They had a pretty good idea about keeping them on Magma and moving Magma a bit off-station, but it turned out during the security interrogation that the Calderan team had actually avoided Aspen's cameras during the assault by going space-side, so we had to rethink that plan. In the end, Nike decided on a little atmospheric platform somewhere in the eye of Sienna Gyre, mostly controlled by Note. Good luck getting off that, Target Team.)

Hostile Manager and her original corporate team were allowed back onto the station again, and I actually saw them on the station from time to time. The first time I noticed Zheni, I followed her around with a drone for a little while, until Nike told me off because that wasn't one of my humans. Oh well. If something else blows up, that is not going to be my problem. Although Hostile Manager didn't seem to be up to anything suspicious in that time frame--she was mostly wandering around looking rattled, like she was seeing the Courageous with new eyes. She also got back to Thiago, apologizing for the delay and informing him that her new management didn't need the photographs anymore, but she would be glad to talk to him about future collaborations, possibly over lunch. Which he, after clearing the situation with me, accepted.

(I wasn't exactly thrilled about Thiago getting lunch with Hostile Manager, but the Calderans were probably here to stay, and if my humans were going to be dealing with Starwind Accord as much as I expected, then they'd be interacting with Caldera eventually. And Thiago really wasn't the worst human to do that sort of interaction. Especially if I did his security.)

But all of that--ART's ideas, the navigation module, Thiago's lunch--all of that could come later.

For now, I was lazing around in ART's crew lounge, feet up on couch armrests and ART curling around me, and Pegasi Wings was just getting kind of good.

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The Smart One: Part Three

Yeonjun

Characters: Yeonjun x female reader

Warnings: mentions of- a fight scene, death, drinking, smoking, partying, sleeping around (but it’s all consensual so i don’t see a problem with it. But i know some people do so TW ig), name calling (but they don’t actually mean it and none of them think they do, they’re loving nicknames), crying, pining/angsty love, blood, another pack’s fight, Yeonjun being dumb basically poor baby

Author’s Note: Home sick with Covid so I figured I’d put out another chapter! Hope it does totally suck :/ it was a bit rushed on my part so I’ll end up going back and editing some things later I’m sure. I know it’s a bit slow but it’s leading up to the next chapter i swear. Let me know what you think!

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

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It took Yeonjun a while to stop sobbing mindlessly so he could explain himself and apologize to the pack. And at first, the pup of the pack was really mad at him for refusing to interact with you. Though after he began tending to his wounds, Huening Kai started to think about just how bad the fight they had could’ve ended.

So he, in a way at least, understood that his brother was just trying to protect you. Which the younger boy appreciated, he cared for your safety as your friend too.

Though as the day slowly faded into night, he kept thinking about the current predicament the oldest had to face. And the more he thought about it, the more unfair he found it all. In fact, he still thought the whole situation was bullshit.

He didn’t get the purpose in keeping you in the dark about everything. He didn’t see why you shouldn’t get to decide whether or not you wanted to be part of the family on your own. He didn’t understand why he and his brothers had to live their lives only half fulfilled when all the normal humans got to go on and live normal lives.

But mostly, he didn’t get why Yeonjun shouldn’t be able to have the love of his life by his side.

For as long as Kai had known him, the eldest wolf rarely cared for anything, or anyone, enough to fight for it as much as he had fought for you the last day alone. Truthfully, he hardly even seemed to care about what was going on with his own pack unless he absolutely had to. All he acted like he cared about was the party boy lifestyle he had relished in.

And oddly enough, before the day’s incident, Yeonjun hadn’t even ever fought with his brothers before. Sure he smacked them every now and then to make them come to their senses. Sure he raised his voice at them when he was angry with them.

But he never got to the point of physically attacking them. Other people yeah, he was known to start fights with people outside of their pack. Just never within the pack.

That’s how Kai knew just how badly the whole situation was affecting his hyung. When he knocked him to the ground, he could see panic race across his face. He could see the fear behind his crimson eyes. And he could feel the internal conflict he was going through with every punch thrown his way.

He wanted his brother to be happy. He wanted him to get to live the life everyone should have the choice in living. And he wanted you as a sister.

It wasn’t even because it would mean you’d be able to help him with school whenever he needed. Or that you’d feel the need to take care of him as the only mate in the pack.

The truth was, Hyuka was already sandwiched between two sisters in his real family. He loved having them around, even if it meant constantly fighting and bickering with them. So he knew he’d love having you, one of the few friends he had ever managed to make on his own that he never disagreed with, as a new addition to their pack.

And the pup just knew you’d have the best influence on Yeonjun. Where he was frantic and illogical, you were calm and rational. Where his brother was unpredictable and borderline dangerous at times, you were steady and always comforting. Where he was cold and charming, you were loving and awkward.

The two of you were like Fire and Water. Your personalities were so different it was almost comical. But Kai knew that fate wouldn’t have brought the two of you together as mates if it wasn’t exactly what you both needed. And it was cruel of outside forces to try and pull the two of you apart.

He couldn’t stand for it anymore. He wouldn’t. He brought you two together and he was damn determined to keep you that way.

And he knew that once Yeonjun had gotten to know you personally and spoken to you for just a little bit longer, he’d be unable to keep his word on distancing himself from you. All Kai had to do was find the perfect way to get you two talking.

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Soon, days of ignoring you turned into weeks. And soon those weeks turned into over a month. Yeonjun had managed to stay away from you for over a month, and he was proud of himself for it. Proud, and gutted for not being able to be anywhere close to you for your own safety.

Anytime he felt like giving into his instincts, anytime he could sense he was about to throw it all out the window to go and get close to you, he had to stop and remind himself it was for the best. You were safer with him out of your life now.

Even if you still got bullied relentlessly by some of your so-called classmates. It was better than getting attacked by a werewolf or put in harm's way because a hunter decided to go after their little pack again.

But he would be lying if he said his lack of knowledge about how you were doing wasn’t killing him.

So much so that he had actually gone back on his word to follow you around campus a few times. He hadn’t meant to, truly he was pretty good at staying away from you.

But he just had to make sure you were doing alright every now and then. He stayed out of your line of sight, you had no clue he was anywhere around you. He still kept his word.

He just… had to make sure you were doing okay. Which he soon found was a hard task to figure out without speaking to you as a lot of the time you had the same neutral facial expressions and body language.

The only time he knew you weren’t okay was when he noticed a group of guys lead by someone Yeonjun was friends with came and started bothering you and pulling on your hair, with one of the body even threatening to cut it which nearly sent him into an uncontrolled rage.

He took care of it by throwing the jackass against a wall, threatening to cut him somewhere if he ever so much as looked in your direction again, and let him know that you were off limits to the lot of them till the end of time. Which his friend, or ex friend after he saw how cruel he was being towards you, thought he was absolutely fucking crazy for. But it made your life a little easier and that’s all he cared about.

Still besides that, he had no real contact with you and so he had no idea what was happening in your life minus what he had seen with his own eyes.

In fact, the only news Yeonjun got of you was what he had managed to catch from the pup’s conversations with their other brothers. The eldest didn’t have the courage to ask for any information himself, fearing that if he heard just the wrong thing he’d go running to your side and ruin your life.

And his brothers didn’t want to tell him anything about you if they could help it, figuring that it must’ve been torturing enough to be away from you.

Even so, the oldest of the pack couldn’t help but keep his ears open for any mention of your name or topics that could’ve been related to you whenever he was near them.

So he knew you had picked up two new students to tutor because your teachers asked you to help them out. Because you were someone that cared for others.

He wished he could ask you why you felt the need to spread yourself so thin just so you didn’t let your teachers down. He wished he could ask you if you were getting enough sleep and taking care of yourself enough to compensate for the added stress. But he couldn’t. All he could do was hope his baby brother was doing it for him.

He knew that you aced your physics exam you had been worried about because Kai insisted that he and the other boys take you out to lunch to celebrate since you had no one else to reward you for the good job you did. He wished more than anything he could have celebrated your victory with you too.

Yeonjun hoped you listened to the boys when they told you how proud they were of you. He hoped that you believed every word he secretly coached/begged Huening to praise you with because he couldn’t tell you himself.

He knew that you recently went back to visit your mother in… Kenya? At least that’s the word he thought he had heard Kai tell Beomgyu when he questioned why you didn’t have a tutoring session with him that week.

He wondered what your life was like there and if you had a good time. He wondered what your family was like and if you missed them as much as he missed you.

Yeonjun felt like a hollowed out shell. Most days he only woke up or ate because his brothers practically forced him out of bed to shove food down his throat.

He didn’t even try to attend classes anymore, something that his school had sent him a notice for. But he didn’t care, he knew his rather well off and neglectful parents would just donate some large amount of money to the administration so they wouldn’t make a fuss over it or ask anymore about it.

He no longer attended parties. He still drank and smoked, but only when he could actually pull himself out of bed long enough to light a cigarette or pour himself a drink, which wasn’t very often.

And Yeonjun definitely didn’t give a fuck about sleeping around anymore. He had even had a few of his fuckbuddies come knocking on their front door asking why he wasn’t around or why he wasn’t responding to their late night texts. A few even questioned if he was dead they were so confused on why he had just fallen off the face of the earth.

But it didn’t matter to him, he closed the door in their faces with ease. None of them were attractive to him anymore. None of them excited him anymore. None of them made him feel anything anymore. Because none of them were you.

His behavior was beginning to concern his brothers, so much so that they were beginning to think he was facing some sort of rejection from refusing to be anywhere near you. But truthfully he wasn’t. At least, he didn’t think he was.

He just felt like the flame that kept his hot head floating went out. He was tired and over dealing with any and everything if it didn’t pertain to you.

Yeonjun thought maybe he’d feel a little better once the pup’s birthday came around. They usually celebrated by ordering his favorite foods and playing games together.

But instead, he was informed earlier in the day that Kai had already planned on going to some party one of his classmates invited him to.

So there he laid in bed, staring at the giant digital 11:55 PM on his alarm clock, waiting for his exhausted brain to finally let him sleep while all he could think about was you.

He laid there waiting for the subtle closure of his eyelids hoping you were okay. And that your classmates would finally start to leave you alone. He hoped you enjoyed visiting your home country. And that you ate lots of yummy food and were keeping yourself healthy.

He wondered if his brain would let him visualize your beautiful figure and get to see your glowing smile again in his sleep. If he’d finally get to hallucinate actually getting to hold your hand or getting to feel how soft your hair really is when he would imagine tucking it behind your ear.

Soon, as he felt the familiar heavy weight take over his sight, he began to fantasize that he was hearing your soothing voice ringing through his ears once more.

But just as he had begun to finally close his eyes, just as his mind had finally started to shut off so that he could rest and hopefully be with you again at least during his slumber, his phone began to light up and buzz on his bedside table. Someone was calling him.

He was about to just say fuck it and let it go to voicemail. But something inside him told him to answer it, that the call could be important.

So begrudgingly, Yeonjun propped himself up to grab his phone to see who it was, and low and behold Huening Kai’s goofy contact photo popped up on his screen.

Why in the ever loving fuck was Hyuka calling him so late? Shouldn’t he have been out at some party?

He swiped right to unlock his phone and answer the call, “Huening it’s almost fucking midnight what in the hell could you possibly be calling me for?” The older boy groaned in Korean, his voice no doubt sleepy and dazed sounding.

“I-I’m sorry! I-I didn’t want to wake you!,” a feminine voice told him in English, a British accent slipping through as she stuttered in a panic, “This i-is Yeonjun right?”

His eyebrow lifted in confusion. Why had some random girl answered his phone? Why was she calling him so late? Where was Hyuka? And why did the girl’s voice sound so… familiar?

“Yeah, this is Yeonjun,” He automatically replied in English, not knowing if the person on the other end even spoke his native language or not at that point, “Who’s this? Why are you calling me from Huening’s phone?”

He heard the person clear her throat through, what he knew from experience to be, club like music before speaking again, “I’m sorry to bother you, but I wasn’t sure what else to do,” The girl apologized, “Kai’s very very drunk right now-” Yeonjun carefully tried to listen to the pretty sounding voice, wanting to be sure his tired brain didn’t mix any of its English words up, “He called me to help him get home. But I don’t have his address. I’d take him back to mine but the dorms don’t let us bring back opposite genders at night.”

He knew he knew your name. He was positive he had heard your voice before. It was on the tip of his tongue…

But before he could mentally guess anymore, another very familiar voice began speaking loudly in the background, “Noona wait! Is that- is it- Hi Yeonjun-ah!!” He heard Hyuka giggle as the girl begged him politely yet patiently to be quiet so she could speak.

“I’m sorry but Kai told me to call you because the others were busy?”

“Yes noona! Very verrry busy!” Huening laughed.

Based on his tone of voice, Yeonjun figured he must’ve been drunk off his ass. Which was worrying for two reasons.

One, the pup was a light weight who was naive as fuck when he was sober. The wrong person getting near him meant he was easy to take advantage of.

And two, it meant he wasn’t in control of his emotions. And that meant he could end up dissolving his contacts or shifting, at any given minute, and end up blowing their secret to a room full of random people.

“Right- yes busy. Anyways if you could just give me your address so I could bring him home I would really appreciate i-” but Yeonjun cut you off, knowing full well what was gonna have to happen.

“Don’t worry about it. Just watch him please. And send me the address. I’ll be there soon.” And with that, the older boy regretfully threw his blanket off of him, sat up, and threw his leather jacket over his tank top and some sweats over his boxers to head to the bathroom to put his contacts in. It was gonna end up being one hell of a night.

————

When Yeonjun got to the gathering of young people, his nose was immediately hit with the smell of partygoer sweat and bad weed. He used to welcome the unsavory odor. But since he met you, he learned it did nothing but give him a headache.

Walking into a less than ideal place hadn’t even been the worst part of his night that far. He also had to wake Soobin up to get his car keys. Hyuka felt like throwing up when he went for a ride on Yeonjun’s motorcycle when he wasn’t piss drunk. On top of that little lovely fact, the elder boy had recently gotten it detailed and he absolutely was not gonna risk his baby brother ruining it. Even if it was his birthday.

He probably would’ve more than likely fallen off of it anyways given the fact that the pup had probably drank so much he couldn’t hold his head up straight and had to have some random girl use his phone to call him for him.

So he had to unfortunately wake up the alpha to ask him if he could take his safer care. A car Yeonjun wouldn’t normally have been caught dead in because of the mom vibes it gave off.

Yeonjun was also still a little ticked off that Kai had told whoever it was that called him that he was the only one available to help when all three of his other brothers were at home. Two of which were still actually awake.

Not to mention he was ripped from his bed just as he was finally falling asleep and beginning to have a dream that involved you. So Yeonjun didn’t care if it was Huening’s birthday, he was gonna have to owe him big time for the night’s turn of events.

He managed to squeeze through the front door and did his best to zero in on the pup’s scent. He quickly figured out however, that that task would be nearly impossible. There was too much going on around him and he was far too out of it himself to be able to use his super powered nose properly. His other senses however, seemed to be in overdrive.

And it certainly didn’t help that he could also hear everything within the house. He could hear a guy down the hallway get rejected by a less than interested girl. Not that the guy was taking the hint in any sort of way.

Yeonjun soon found himself wondering if you would do the same to him if he had been able to ask you out. But then he realized he was being ridiculous. Of course you wouldn’t do that. You were too nice a person to try to blow off anyone asking you for a date.

He could hear all the best friends fighting outside about who was betraying who and why. He found one girl’s argument so compelling that he almost felt the need to take her side on the childish matter. Her voice was cracking and Yeonjun just knew that she must’ve been on the brink of tears.

He wondered if you would argue like her, if fighting with other people would overwhelm and upset you so much that you’d cry publicly to prove a point. Which he soon remembered was a dumb thought to have. You would never be in the position to argue with someone to begin with.

You didn’t like attention and, according to Huening, you weren’t someone who would fight with your friends. You were more someone who would fight for your friends.

He could hear all the people hooking up in the most public and odd places. Not that Yeonjun could say much, he used to do the same thing before he met you. He had actually had fun doing similar antics with random girls he would meet at parties. He liked the thrill of potentially getting heard or even caught by someone else.

But he knew that, even if he was willing to look through the mortal danger he could end up putting you in, and even if he was willing to have sex with someone he cared for as much as he did you somewhere that could end up getting you caught and getting your scholarship revoked, chances of someone as shy and as anxious as you would never agree to doing something so daring. He wouldn’t have minded though.

At least he would have had the opportunity to be with you at all in the make believe realm the sounds around him constructed in his mind.

All the pining and internal pain he was feeling from his brain somehow finding a way to put you into his every thought on the situations around him was making him feel sick to his stomach.

Yeonjun wanted to go home and go to sleep already, at least he could dream about being with you. But no, he just had to come search for his alcohol intolerant little brother.

Though just as the older boy was about to cut his losses and call it a night, figuring Hyuka would just have to wait for his fast metabolism to kick in and burn the alcohol out of his system to get home as a consequence of getting fucked up, he caught a whiff of an all too familiar yet enchanting aroma.

His heart sunk instantly in his chest and a whine instantly found its way out of his lips, much to the confusion of other party guests around him. What were you of all people doing at a college frat party?

You volunteered at the library because you thought it was a fun place to be. You tutored other students in your spare time because you wanted everyone to succeed. You were a straight A student on the dean’s list for heaven’s sake. You were too good and too innocent a person to be getting fucked up at a party.

Were you drinking? He didn’t feel any different than he normally did. Which meant you probably weren’t too drunk… right? Surely you wouldn’t have accepted a drink from a stranger. You would’ve known the dangers and the scary intentions behind the gesture…right? The thought of what could’ve happened to you if you were naive enough to take a drink from someone made his stomach crawl.

Had you come to the party alone? Were you meeting someone at the party? Were you seeing someone at the party? Is that why you came?

The imprinting bond wasn’t as strong for you, if you even felt it at all given the current state of his relationship with you. Meaning you were still able to date other people and feel something, unlike Yeonjun who now found no pleasure in other peoples company because he had imprinted on you. God he hoped you weren’t there to hook up with some guy.

He didn’t know what to think. A million questions ran through his mind at once, but two kept making themselves more prominent: were you alright? Were you being safe? Yeonjun had to know.

So against his better judgment, he started following your scent rather than looking for his brother. Which ended up working for the better anyways as he was sitting on the couch in front of you, lightly giggling as you kept asking him to take small sips of water.

And that’s when everything clicked. A huge weight felt like it had lifted itself from his shoulders. You were the voice on the phone earlier.

Huening must’ve called you to come and help him because he trusted you and knew you’d come. Yeonjun just hadn’t heard you speak English before. Because when you introduced when you first met, you introduced yourself to him in Korean to make him more comfortable because you were a better person than he was.

You weren’t at the party getting wasted or getting it on with some random guy. You were at the party making sure his little brother was safe and well taken care of until he could be picked up.

He could hear you lightly giggling at Huening letting some of the water you were helping him drink fall down his chin. And he swore he would sell his soul if it meant being able to hear your beautiful laugh everyday for the rest of his life.

Yeonjun felt like he was on cloud nine. It was the first time he had been so close to you in what felt like forever and there you were being your usual loving and thoughtful self.

He felt such a rush of energy, in fact, that he hadn’t even noticed he had started walking to get closer to you until he noticed a girl come over and hand your shyly smiling form another bottle of water.

But not just any girl. It was a girl Yeonjun knew. She was a mate. He instantly recognized her as Cherry, Seungcheol’s, Beomgyu’s brother’s, mate. And she had ruffled Kai’s hair and left just as quickly as she had come over to hand you the water.

“Yeonjun-ah!” Huening squealed, making grabby hands at his older brother with a happy, albeit red, face, an action that had you turning around to look at him in return.

It was his first time being directly in front of you since the day Huening tried to introduce the two of you. He had thought that you’d hold a grudge at him for the whole situation. He thought maybe you’d hate him or call him names. Maybe even refuse to speak back to him or be blunt.

But the only emotion he saw from you was the light in your eyes going out as they widened in horror, mere moments before you dropped your grin and tilted your head down in what looked to be shame.

Yeonjun felt a knot twist in his chest. He knew you likely wouldn’t be happy to see him again, and he was prepared to deal with any angry or agitated remarks that you’d throw his way.

Though you didn’t end up being angry or agitated with him. You weren’t annoyed or holding a grudge. You didn’t pretend he didn’t exist or run away so you wouldn’t have to deal with him.

Seeing him made you feel sad. And that hurt him more than any words you could or any actions you could commit against him.

But you didn’t know that nor did he want to tell you that and make everything worse. So he nudged all the extra sweaty bodies away from him so that he could stand near you and his brother.

“Hi Ningning.”

————

You had just managed to get another sip of water in Kai’s mouth when you saw him. You knew he was coming, he had told you very aggravatingly over the phone that he would be coming to get your student from the party he had called you to so that you could help him.

And that was your original intent. You had received a call sometime after 11:00pm from your friend saying that he was drunk and needed help getting home.

Without question you put on the outfit you had already had laid out for the next day’s classes, grabbed your keys, and sprung into action.

You didn’t want anything to happen to him. You knew he was very shy and quiet normally. You didn’t know what drinking a bunch of alcohol in a room full of strangers would do to him. But you knew what they could do to him. And you weren’t going to let it happen. Not if you could help it.

But when you got there, you had very quickly realized that you had no way of getting him home. He was too drunk to be able to remember his address.

He had no real friends around him at the time that knew where he lived either. And you had never been to his house before because you had always met up at school or at food places to celebrate good test scores.

You would’ve just taken him back to your dorm rooms if there wasn’t a rule in place about opposite sexes not being allowed in the rooms after a certain hour. Sure some of your fellow classmates snuck boys into the girls dormitories all the time. But you certainly weren’t one of them.

Doing such a thing was against the rules and you were an avid rule follower. And if your moral compass wasn’t enough to deter you, the clause in your international student contract that stated you could lose your scholarships if you were caught with a boy in your room while on campus was.

But even if you were truly able to get over all the internal alarm bells in your head that told you under no circumstances could you do such a thing for your friend, you had no idea how you would even do it.

He was so drunk he couldn’t stand straight. He was giggling and laughing and on the verge of vomiting every other second. He was worse off than your kaka was when you and your baba had to drive to get him and bring him home for the weekend during his first week at university. There was no way you could easily and quietly sneak him in your dorm without the entire building finding out.

So that left you with one last choice: phoning a friend. And, since you knew none of the people who did actually associate themselves with you knew where he lived either, you had to resort to phoning one of his friends.

You just weren’t sure which one. You figured you could try Soobin or maybe even Taehyun since they both lived with him and were friends with him, you weren’t even gonna consider Beomgyu because they’d both end up needing help in the end anyways, but Kai insisted they couldn’t help because they were busy.

In fact, when you listed off other people in his small contact list on his phone, he said most of them were. The only one that wasn’t just so happened to be Choi Yeonjun, the guy that hated you for just breathing.

And while you hated that you’d end up embarrassing yourself talking to him again from sheer nerves alone, you also knew that Kai should be at home in his bed sleeping the alcohol off so he didn’t get himself hurt.

Which is why you pushed down any embarrassment or anxiousness you may felt and ended up calling the popular boy to begin with. Which you could tell he definitely wasn’t happy with given his oh so loving ‘what the fuck do you want’ attitude over the phone.

Which of course made you frazzled and panicked, even though you logically knew he was probably only saying such things because it was so late and he thought his friend was calling him.

So you resorted to speaking English to him over the phone, not thinking that he may not even be able to understand your accent or know the English language at all.

He seemed to understand, at least enough, because he was presently sat in front of you, chastising the younger boy for getting so drunk.

“Hyung, that’s not fair!!” A very child like Kai crossed his arms loosely over his chest, “It’s my birthday. I’m allowed to do what I want to do and no one should be able to stop me.”

While the small smile that had managed to find its way back to your face again at the boy’s cute antics did help you feel a little less uneasy over the situation, you still felt a range of emotions, almost all negative, that you weren’t sure how to handle.

You felt bad for your friend and for not being able to do more by yourself to help him. You felt ashamed for having to call Yeonjun, someone who quite literally hated your very existence for some unknown reason, to come and get him in the dead of night.

You felt guilty for having probably woken the older boy up from his sleep and for forcing him to speak with you when he clearly didn’t want to.

But mostly, you felt like you wanted to curl up in a ball in your room to cry again. You weren’t even sure why. You weren’t good at pin pointing your emotions, you just knew the way the elder boy acted felt like he shoved a knife through your chest. And, though it had been a little over a month since your last and only real interaction with him, the meeting had been replaying over and over at the front of your brain nearly every minute of the day since.

“Just because it’s your birthday doesn’t give you the right to inconvenience people Ningning.” Yeonjun rolled his eyes and grabbed Kai’s face, making him drunkenly follow his finger to see how far gone he was before letting his chin go and thumping him a little too hard on his head in annoyance.

Not that your friend seemed hurt by it anyways, it didn’t seem to phase him at all really. He actually found it funny and stuck his tongue out at him in defiance.

As the two went back and forth about who was wronged and who wasn’t, you somehow found the courage to move your gaze from your fingers to the party boy’s face.

How could somebody with such delicate features, no doubt handpicked by god himself, be so terrifyingly intimidating? Why did you have to think he was attractive? Why did he have to hate you? Why did life always seem to throw things your way it knows you have no way of getting through by yoursel-

Your thoughts were swiftly interrupted by the pretty boy, who’s piercing stare went from looking at his friend angrily to staring at you with… a look you couldn’t quite place as he spoke again, “Yeah well i’m sure ____ wasn’t too happy about having to drop everything to come help you either.”

Your eyes widened, not wanting to upset either of the two boys as Kai was trying to sober up enough to walk through the crowd of people blocking your way to the exit without having to be fully carried out.

He had said your name. He remembered your name. You had always hated your name. Back home, everyone acted as if it was too foreign to pronounce. It always sounded like they were pronouncing it with razor blades stuck to the roof of their mouths. But it was the first time you had heard it come out of his mouth and it flowed so smoothly and so melodiously that you wanted it to be the only thing he said ever again.

“N-No!” You stuttered rather quietly for someone trying to have a conversation at a frat party, yet still managing to bring both their attentions straight to you, “I-I mean, I didn’t really- It’s not that I um…”

You noticed that, while Yeonjun had started to look at you with some much earned confusion, your friend began festering a devilish look in his eye and a mischievous smile.

You hadn’t told Kai what you had thought of his roommate, and you didn’t plan to. But part of you had begun to think that he may have caught on somehow.

And another part of you had begun to wonder whether or not your current meeting with Yeonjun had been part of some plan to get you to speak to each other again considering it was all he had been talking about the last few weeks.

“I-I didn’t have to drop much to come,” you finally managed to get out, “I w-was just at my dorm. And Kai’s my friend. I-I didn’t want anything to happen to him.”

The two men in front of you dropped any previous faces they had. At first you start to think that perhaps they were getting thrown on by your stress induced stutter you had worked so hard over the years to cover.

But as time went on and no one said anything, you realized the reason they went silent was because they hadn’t been expecting such a sincere reply from you.

Though how were you supposed to know what they wanted you to say or how they wanted you to act? It wasn’t as if situations such as the one you found yourself in were common for you. You hadn’t ever even been to a college party before Kai called you asking for help.

You didn't drink or smoke, the smell of alcohol made you physically nauseous and you steered clear of cigarettes because you had asthma. You didn’t party, you were always taught that education was more important and should always take priority. And you definitely didn’t have friends to joke around with. So you didn’t have a frame of reference on how to properly reply to people.

“Hey Huening? You feeling any better? Or am I gonna have to carry you back to that god awful Kia Carnival?” Yeonjun joked, clearly only wanting to lighten the mood.

But your face started to heat up and you dropped your head down slightly, trying to help your very unstable friend stand so that he could get to his vehicle.

“Uh Hyung,” Kai slurred, finally getting to his feet as the older boy dove to put his arm over his shoulder so he could walk with support to keep him from falling flat on his face, “That’s not a very nice thing to say about ____’s car hyung.”

Your eyes widened, but you kept them straight as you stayed on his opposite side so he could safely move through the crowd of people without falling.

You shouldn’t have been surprised. You already subconsciously figured someone like Yeonjun would never agree with the way you lived your beige lifestyle.

Your schedule was as predictable as your responses. Your grades were as perfect as your attendance and your cookie cutter wardrobe. So it only made sense that your car was as bland as the rest of your life choices to him.

Someone like Choi Yeonjun lived life on the edge. He drank and smoked and partied. He never attended his classes or cared much about his grades. He drove a cool motorcycle and wore leather. He lived a fast paced lifestyle that you just… didn’t.

Part of you wished you could. That you could throw all your ambitions and scary thoughts to the back of your head and live a hectic lifestyle. But that wasn’t your life. You were bland and boring by most people’s standards. And so was your car apparently.

But it was a car you felt you could drive in a foreign country with little to no worry about your safety. It made you feel comfortable and that’s all that mattered to you. So you truly didn’t regret purchasing it.

It was just a little embarrassing that someone so popular and wild decided to say such a thing about it out loud though.

Yeonjun scoffed at him in return, “Huening I know you’re drunk off your ass right now, but let’s try not to put words in my mouth. I was talking about Soobin’s ugly car.”

“____ has a Kia Carnival.” Your friend defended you, even though you just secretly wished you would’ve been swallowed whole by the dancefloor you were walking on.

You hadn’t planned on saying anything. You were actually internally praying Kai wouldn’t either. But you should’ve known better.

He was drunk and said what he was thinking out loud when he was sober already. Of course he’d still do the same while he was so drunk he couldn’t walk straight. And of course it would be you of all people he’d defend out loud to his friend who he thought was making a personal dig at you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could vaguely make out Yeonjun’s own fox eyes becoming bigger in surprise to Kai’s response.

“Oh shit- Wait! I didn’t mean to say shit I mean I- I’m sorry ____!” Yeonjun swiftly let out, saying your name in a way that made your stomach do backflips, “I- I didn’t mean it in a bad way!” He insisted, nearly dropping his roommate in an attempt to get his point across to you by facing you, something that confused you greatly.

His tone sounded almost… apologetic. What was he sorry for? Why would he care if he offended you or not when he hated you?

The popular boy didn’t even care enough to give you basic human decency the last time you had met. So why did he seem so startled at the realization that he could’ve potentially hurt your feelings by making fun of the model of your car?

All you could think to do was shake your head to hide your blush, “D-Don’t worry about it. I hear stuff like that all the time from the students I-I tutor all the time.”

Then once more from your peripheral vision, you could have sworn you saw Yeonjun’s face fall into an emotion you could only place as guilt.

Part of you wanted to ask if he was okay. Part of you also wanted to ask what was wrong with him. But you didn’t. You figured it wasn’t your place. You were a stranger to him after all.

Instead, you helped walk Kai back to his car with his friend, the only sound being made by anyone coming from the younger boy’s mouth.

“Uh guys? I think I’m gonna be sick.”

(Edit: 2/3/2025)

[dominote]

omg... please may I know more abt bb playing L in ur tv show au 🫴 (no pressure, I just saw ur tags and I'm so intriguied :3)

aaaa yes!! i'm not gonna give away the WHOLE THING yet (i have over a thousand words of pre-planning notes that WILL magically be turned into a fic sooner or later), but i can definitely tell you about the premise!

so, basically - a few establishing notes:

BB survives. he's let out on probation post-canon for being on good behaviour; near pulls some strings and makes sure he's kept a close eye on.

he does this by putting him with mello and matt, who also survive the events of death note. don't worry about how. the important part is that mello's the only one left who heard about BB directly from L himself, and mello can't really argue with that logic, especially with near saying mello is better suited for something than him.

mello publishes a book about the kira case because he strongly disagrees with near about keeping things under wraps. letting light yagami be remembered as a good boy and kira as a martyr to his followers? nahhh. let the world see the man behind the "divine justice" for the charming snake he was, and let kira's followers see exactly how human their god was. some details are edited, of course, but it's largely a factual account of the case where it's clearly stated when aliases are used to protect the privacy of affected people. even a lot of details about L are released, because mello wants the original L to be remembered properly, not be tucked under light's and near's asses as though there was never a difference. near doesn't agree with mello, but he doesn't stop him, either, as long as he gets to approve the final draft before release.

the book becomes an absolute bestseller, obviously. everyone wants to know the real story of the battle between kira and L. before long, directors and movie studios clamor for mello's attention, wanting to sign deals for the rights to make a movie or tv show based on his retelling of events.

obviously, they need actors for the tv show mello agrees to sign with. hideki ryuga's the director's top choice for light, not just because of the resemblance, but the fact that he's local to tokyo and the bonus of his name coming up as an alias used by L himself - it's perfect. recognizing that mello is really, really picky about the casting for L, though, the director lets mello sit in on the casting for that role.

no force in the world (matt) could possibly have kept BB from making it to the audition.

mello has little choice but to admit that yeah, okay, going for accuracy, applicant rue ryuzaki is unfortunately the best casting choice among the options. he is also one of mello's roommates and a nightmare to work with-- yeah, the director's already got him signing the contracts, sure, whatever.

BB is absolutely gleeful.

he is also, in fact, a nightmare to work with.

hideki ryuga, his co-star, puts up with him. so does misa amane (playing the role of misa amane). everyone else is desperately unsettled by his method acting ass.

in an attempt to bond, hideki takes BB out to party. while the night is a bit of a mess, they do at least get absolutely schwasted in the end. sensing weakness, BB pounces to ask the question that's been burning in his mind ever since he heard about hideki ryuga being an alias of L's.

L doesn't just use other people's names. he takes them as trophies. he defeats them first.

oh, yeah, a very drunk hideki ryuga confirms. yeah, i did encounter the guy, actually.

hideki ryuga does not realize in the slightest at this point that the perpetrator of the los angeles BB killings has just decided he is now the most interesting person around he can hyperfocus on.