#Hermann Warm x Reader

[alwaysmicado]

never felt so loved

2.5k | Joel Miller x f!reader

post-outbreak, established relationship, pregnancy Summary: Your new life in Jackson and progressing pregnancy bring forth fears that haunt your days and nights. Joel finds a way to show you just how loved you are. A/N: This story can be read alone or as a continuation of keep you warm. Being vulnerable is hard. Stay safe, guys, and take care of yourselves. 🤍 masterlist

“If I know what love is, it is because of you.” - Hermann Hesse

The rain outside beats against the windowpane, a steady drumming that matches the rhythm of your pounding headache. Wrapped in one of Joel’s flannels on the couch, you sniffle and shiver, feeling the weight of exhaustion in every bone. You silently stare out of the window, your thoughts racing, your body frozen. Raindrops race down the glass, merging with the icy landscape beyond.

The darkness outside mirrors the tumult within.

Six months pregnant, your body carries not only the physical weight but also the emotional burdens of impending motherhood. The cold seeps through the glass, and you pull the flannel tighter around yourself, as if its soft embrace could ward off the chill that penetrates your core.

Thoughts swirl like the eddying raindrops outside, each one a concern, a fear. What if something happens to him out there? What if he never comes back home to you? The world beyond your window is unforgiving, especially in the darkness of the night. The snow on the ground, pristine and serene, belies the dangers that lurk beneath its frozen surface.

Every creak of the house and gust of wind outside becomes a harbinger of imagined dangers. You glance at the clock, the ticking seconds stretching into an eternity, marking the hours until Joel’s return from patrol.

Your hand absentmindedly rests on your belly, as if seeking reassurance from the life growing within. A soft kick, a reminder of the shared vulnerability, momentarily eases your anxious thoughts. But it’s fleeting, and the worry creeps back in, tightening its grip on your heart.

“I can’t do this without your dad,” you whisper, wiping away a tear that is finding its way down your cold cheek. “I can’t.”

As your eyes begin to grow heavy after hours of silent vigil, the door creaks open, and Joel steps inside, a gust of cold air trailing him. His concerned eyes meet yours, sensing the tension in the room.

“What’re you doin’ up, darlin’?” he asks, a gruff tenderness in his voice that makes you feel a little warmer despite the chills. He removes his wet gloves, coat, and boots before crouching down beside you, gently caressing your cheek and looking into your bleary eyes. 

You force a smile, an attempt to mask the turmoil raging inside.

“Couldn’t sleep. Just watching the rain,” you reply, your words a delicate dance around the truth. You don’t want to burden him with your fears, especially as he is carrying the weight of protecting both you and your unborn child.

Joel, perceptive as ever, narrows his eyes but doesn’t press further. Instead, he wraps you in a warm embrace, his presence a comforting shield against the cold that has you shivering. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go to bed and get some rest,” he suggests, leading you to the bedroom.

Underneath the cozy layers of blankets, Joel falls into a peaceful slumber, his rhythmic breathing a lullaby. But for you, the night refuses to offer solace. The worries that were momentarily hushed by his return now clamor louder, echoing in the stillness of the room.

You steal glances at Joel, his features softened in sleep, the worry lines smoothed away. Love swells in your chest, a bittersweet ache. How you wish you could shield him from the dangers that lurk outside, how you wish you could banish the anxious thoughts that dance in the shadows.

You were never this scared before you met him. Not for yourself, not for anyone. 

As the night wears on, you press closer to Joel, seeking the comforting warmth that radiates from his slumbering form. As you nestle beside him, your gaze traverses the rugged contours of his face, etched with the marks of a life lived amidst challenges. Your fingertips trace a tender path across his sleeping features, the touch delicate and affectionate, trying to memorize every line and wrinkle.

In the hushed darkness, your mind races, contemplating the uncertainties of your future here in Jackson. 

The walls of your existence, once enclosing only you and Joel, now bear witness to the laughter and camaraderie of a community rebuilding. For Joel, this is a return to familiarity, a reunion with his brother Tommy and the comforting cadence of a bustling town.

For you, however, it’s a departure from the solitude and intimacy that has defined your relationship for the past two years.

As Joel immerses himself in the pulse of Jackson, contributing to patrols and engaging with neighbors, you are left grappling with the familiar contours of loneliness settling in, accentuated by the struggle of your changing body and the emotional tumult of impending motherhood.

The battle you are facing is not against tangible foes but against the intangible specters of fear and uncertainty. The fear of losing Joel, the fear of bringing an innocent child into this unsteady world, the fear of being a bad mother, the fear of being alone again. 

You never truly grasped the depth of your loneliness until Joel entered your life, and the realization that you can sense him drifting away now, even as he lies beside you, his heartbeat beneath your palm, stirs a poignant surge of tears in your eyes. 

Frequently, you grapple with feelings of guilt for harboring these thoughts, yearning for nothing more than to witness Joel’s happiness. And he is happy here in Jackson, you can feel it. 

You just cannot seem to shake the looming sense of dread that grips your heart, leaving you adrift in a sea of questioning, unsure of where you truly belong anymore. 

In a soft whisper, almost imperceptible, you plead, “Please don’t go,” as though the words might linger in his dreams and anchor him to your side. 

The next morning, anxiety tightens your chest as Joel readies himself for patrol, a shadow of worry growing inside you with each passing second. Ever attuned to your emotions, Joel senses your unease as he observes you standing in front of the stove, waiting for the water to boil. 

He sets down his backpack to approach you from behind, his warm presence enveloping you. Softly, his lips press against your neck in a tender kiss, while his hands find their way to your belly, caressing it with a gentle, comforting touch.

In this quiet intimacy, his voice murmurs sweet words, a whispered symphony resonating against the nape of your neck. 

“Look at me, darlin’,” he implores. 

You turn around to gaze into his sincere eyes, his calloused yet gentle hand cradling your cheek, his soothing voice weaving a reassurance that lingers in the air.

“You’re gonna be alright, my love,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing away the traces of unease etched on your face. “I’ll be back before you know it.” Joel’s eyes linger on yours for a few seconds longer before he places a soft kiss on your lips, grabs his backpack, and leaves.

As the day unfolds, you seek purpose in routine, venturing outside for a breath of fresh air. However, the weight of anxiety proves too overwhelming, prompting a swift return home.

Simple tasks, like eating, washing your hair, or talking to your neighbors, morph into arduous challenges. Each passing minute feels like an eternity in the hollow spaces left behind by Joel’s absence.

Later, as the moon casts its silver glow over Jackson, Joel returns from patrol to find you, not nestled in the warmth of your shared bed, but cowering in the embrace of the shower’s relentless cascade. Your sobs, like a haunting melody, echo in the confined space, unveiling the unbearable weight of your struggle.

Through the half-open bathroom door, Joel’s gaze falls upon you, and for a few seconds, he simply stands in silent observation. Heartbreak paints his features as he witnesses your tears, and a profound sense of awe washes over him at the sight of your now prominently rounded belly. He hasn’t seen your naked body since you two arrived in Jackson a month ago, despite engaging in moments of physical passion with you a few times.

The pronounced swell of your growing belly, an undeniable testament to the life burgeoning within, has become a wellspring of anxiety for you. Seeking solace, you’ve chosen to conceal it beneath loose clothing. The fabric transforms into a shield, a buffer against the reality of your imminent future. It’s a subtle act of self-preservation, a way to momentarily distance yourself from the profound changes and uncertainties that come with carrying a child.

Joel steps into the bathroom, his voice a soothing balm in the woeful symphony of your distress. He slowly approaches the tub, lowering himself on his knees. “Darlin’, what happened?” he murmurs, his hand reaching out to gently stroke your back. The intimacy of the moment reveals itself in the vulnerability of your trembling frame and the cascade of tears that mirror the relentless stream of water.

You struggle to put your fears into words. The anxieties about becoming a mother, the overwhelming sense of isolation, and the fear of losing the solitude that once defined your relationship—your world—intertwine in the knot of your emotions.

“I just feel so lost, Joel,” you finally admit, your voice a fragile whisper. “I’m scared of what’s coming, scared I won’t be enough, that I am not enough.” Amidst tears and heartache, your attempts to articulate your emotions are punctuated by hiccups, the involuntary spasms adding a raw and visceral layer to your words.

Joel’s warm eyes soften with an emotion that transcends words as he gently guides you out of the tub, wrapping you in a soft towel, his touch a manifestation of the love that has weathered storms and stood resilient against the trials of a broken world.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulls you close, the strength of his embrace offering a sanctuary against the tempest within. His thumb gently traces the curve of your belly, a silent acknowledgment of the life you created together.

“You’re more than enough,” Joel assures you, his words a steady cadence in the otherwise silent room. “You’re gonna be an amazin’ mother. Our child is gonna know nothin’ but love and warmth, darlin’.”

“Thank you, Joel,” you sniffle before getting up to put on your clothes. Joel watches in silence as you bend and stretch, tracing the contours of your body with his eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips. You’re the most beautiful creature he has ever encountered. Inside and out.

You let him see you, vulnerable and exposed, finding comfort in the familiar connection you share.

But your fears, like tendrils, persist, and the specter of anxiety continues its haunting presence, casting shadows on your nights. You hold back, reluctant to unburden your heart completely, fearing the weight of your worries on Joel’s shoulders. And yet, Joel knows you. He knows you’re scared and he senses your need for support, for reassurance, for love.

As he watches you navigate the tumultuous waves of fear and sadness before finally succumbing to sleep, a profound ache settles in his chest. Your vulnerability tugs at his heartstrings, and an unspoken promise forms within him – a promise never to be the source of your pain. Unbeknownst to you, he burdens himself with your fears, and a quiet determination ignites in his thoughts.

He silently vows to be the fortress that shields you from the storms, the anchor that steadies you in turbulent seas. Your happiness becomes his mission, and he swears to dispel the shadows that threaten to dim the light in your eyes.

With a resolve that mirrors the steadfastness that has defined his character, he decides to show you the depth of his commitment. Seeking guidance from Maria, a beacon of warmth in the community, he embarks on a journey to learn a skill that defies the stereotypes of his rugged exterior – knitting.

Weeks pass, marked by the rhythmic clicking of needles, an intimate symphony played when the world around him is hushed. In the stillness of the night, while you’re lost in the embrace of dreams or during the quiet moments of his patrols, Joel’s hands weave a tapestry of love with each carefully placed stitch.

The blanket he creates, an act of devotion whispered in the language of stitches and yarn, becomes a tangible expression of his unwavering commitment to you and your unborn child.

Recognizing the shadows that linger in your heart, Joel makes an effort to weave moments of warmth into the fabric of your days. Despite the demands of Jackson and his duties, he deliberately carves out pockets of time to be with you, bridging the distance that has settled between you. Inviting you to properly meet his little brother becomes an extension of this effort, a gesture to include you in the layers of his life and reaffirm the unity of your shared journey.

One day, with the soft blanket cradled in his arms, Joel walks home to you as fast as his bad knees will allow. The living room, bathed in the gentle glow of twilight, becomes a canvas for his heartfelt gesture. He hands you the blanket, the colors a mosaic of warmth, and his eyes carry the weight of unspoken emotions.

“I made this for you and our little one,” he says softly, watching in awe as a confused but genuine smile forms on your lips. How he has missed this sight. “A blanket to keep you warm and remind you how much I love you.” 

As you run your fingers over the intricate stitches, a warmth blossoms within you, dispelling the chill that clung to the corners of your heart. 

“I never thought knittin’ would be so much fun, but I guess you’re never too old to learn new things… especially for the people you love.”

In the silence that follows, the weight of your existence lifts, replaced by the assurance that you are not alone.

“You learned to knit for me,” you murmur, your voice shaky with a mix of disbelief and gratitude.

You’ve never felt so loved.

Joel’s heart skips a beat when you look up to meet his gaze with your watery eyes. He can see the spark he fell in love with all this time ago. That beautiful spark that led him to believe in life again after living in darkness for almost two decades.

You always talk about how Joel saved you, but he knows the truth. It’s you who saved him.  

With the blanket wrapped around your shoulders, he pulls you close, kissing your temple and running his hands along your back. “You are my world,” he murmurs. “And I’ll be right here, protectin’ you and our little one. You’re not alone, darlin’, remember that.” 

“I love you, Joel,” you whisper as you bury your head in his chest.

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[bluemusickid]

The Heiress

Pairing: Lucien Flores x Heiress Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v (don't be silly wrap your willy), slight dub-con (if you squint), slight dom-sub dynamics, just in general smuttiness, read at your own risk.

A/N: The collective brainrot those clips have brought us as a fandom (thanks for that, Tony ;3), is INSANE. This is just a smalllll effort in keeping that alive till we get the full movie. I have to confess: this is just shameless PWP at this point lmaoooo (don't judge me, i'm just a girl after all). enjoy and please reblog if you liked it thankssss <3 <3

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(Photos/Gifs of P, credz: @a7estrellas, the dividers are by the lovely @saradika-graphics)

Dull.

That's what these parties were to you always. Dull. Throw in a bunch of old men in stiff suits holding onto champagne flutes like their lives depended on it. Even worse, they tried to sell themselves to you, as if their sad marketing convinced you. You still entertained them, owing to a lack of anything fun happening around those parts.

That is till you met him.

Lucien, he had introduced himself. A cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, a champagne flute in his hand as he was engaged in a conversation with Hermann Astor, owner of the art gallery that was hosting one of the many boring do's you simply HAD to attend.

Truth be told, you weren't really listening to him. The whole "I'm-a-man-of-culture-so-of-course-I-know-art" spiel was boring. So many men trying to dazzle you with their "expertise", but you couldn't care less. To your surprise though, Lucien didn't mansplain or explain the intricacies of art missed by many. He let Hermann drone on, only piping in when something piqued his interest. He only met your eyes a few times, his dark brown hues holding his secrets.

But you knew what he was thinking. It was quite obvious, isn't that what most men wanted in this room? A chance to talk to you, an heiress to a hefty inheritance, maybe a chance to woo you, wine and dine you and then pop a ring on your finger. Maybe get you pregnant. Secure the bag.

Atleast that's what you assumed he wanted, but he didn't seem like the type to talk you up. He was mostly interested in having a chat about your life, why you hung out at these places especially since you gave no fucks about fine arts, and so on. It was surprising, true, but maybe men changed up their tactics ever so often. So you played along, as you always did. Answering with as much truth as you could.

You found yourself on the balcony standing next to him, staring at the vast grounds with its fine cut grass and neatly trimmed hedges, the moon casting its glow upon it. Turning to him, you decided to cut to the chase. You were bored, and only a quick fuck could break the tedium. Running your hand along his arm, you pulled him to one of the bedrooms, pushing him against the door. Leaning towards him, you brought your lips close to his, waiting for his permission to continue. He leaned forward, as you latched your lips to his, guiding his arms to wrap around you, deepening the kiss as you pushed yourself further into him. That's odd, you thought. This actually felt nice.

His lips, while hesitant at first, tangled with yours, the heat warming your bones. He ever so slightly placed his hands on you, running them down your body down to your hips, squeezing gently as he rested them there; pulling you towards him and his growing erection.

Itching to taste him, you knelt down, licking his growing manhood over the fabric of his tight dress pants. With a growl, he pulled you up, gripping your shoulders as he turned you around and walked you over to the bed behind you. Pushing you down, he bent you over so your ass was up in the air as your face was smushed into the soft bedding eagerly waiting in anticipation.

You felt his hot breath as his lips trailed along your thighs, his tongue running over the divots and the stretch marks that adorned your skin. You squirmed, wishing he would turn his attention to the place you needed him the most. He seemed to have heard your unspoken wish, because the very next moment, his lips moved over your core, his tongue lightly ghosting over your wet folds, your swollen core. You panted, your hands grabbing the duvet with a force that you weren't even sure was possible.

Lucien started off slow, and then dove in, his tongue swirling over your swollen nub, as he gathered your wetness on his finger and pushed a digit inside; his tongue and his finger working in tandem. You groaned loudly, pushing your hips onto his tongue, not realising that they were moving of their own accord, ever-so-slightly undulating and moving in rhythm to his licks and thrusts. Through the haze of pure lust, you realised that you were meant to be in control of this entire situation. Reaching behind, you tangled your fingers into his soft brown curls, pulling him even closer to your nub as you fucked yourself on his tongue, moaning loudly as he groaned at your act of dominance; the vibrations shooting through your core, making their way through your body. He added another finger, doubling his efforts as he felt your legs shake, and your core tightening as you neared your peak.

You screamed into the duvet, muffling your cries as your orgasm took over. You would've collapsed into the mattress had Lucien not been holding on to you, resting his head on your back as he caught his breath as well. The both of you lay there, him spooning you, till your breathing returned to normal. Straightening your clothes, you both exited the room, not meeting each others' eyes, no words spoken to one another.

The rest of the evening went very well, your secret rendezvous leaving you satiated, yet hungry for more.

The second time you met him was at the Charity Ball held by your "good friend" Fiona Mayhew, who got on your nerves most of the time, but did a lot of good for underprivileged children/teens and their education; so you stuck around. At first, you didn't really wish to go to her stuffy ball; but RSVP'd yes, with the smallest hope that Lucien would be there.

He was, of course. Dressed in a well tailored, crisp tux, his messy brown curls slicked back and gelled down. You hated to admit it, but he looked downright edible. You pretended not to notice him at first, making small talk with the members of the small group he was entertaining. You mingled, the both of you catching each others gaze as you talked to the other guests, your eyes conveying what you couldn't bring yourself to say. You barely managed to pull your gaze away from him each time, silently berating yourself for giving him that much importance. It was all a game, all a ploy.

It was working, though. Because the next time he caught your gaze, his deep brown eyes darkened as he walked out of the gigantic ball room, making his way to the large area where the cars were parked. Making his way through the maze of luxury, vintage cars, he walked over to a cambrian grey Bentley, leaning against it as an invitation to join him. He smirked, watching your hips sway as you sashayed towards him, ready to beat him at his own game. He held the door open, his hand moving from the small of your back to rest on your behind, giving you a small smack as you made your way in. Tsking, you gave him a wolfish grin, as you slid the dropped sleeves of your gown from your shoulders, his eyes bulging at the sight of your gorgeous breasts being freed from their confines.

The car shook, almost too violently, as you bounced on his cock, a moan escaping your mouth as you felt him hit your front wall, over and over. You'd always thought of sex as a chore, something to get over with. But it felt different, with him; it felt as if your body and mind split, and was only concentrated on him and how he felt inside. Your core squeezed around him, as you pulled him deeper inside; fingernails digging into his meaty shoulder. Leaning forward, he rested his forehead in the crook of your neck as he thrust up into you, pulling you towards him to meet his sharp and pointed thrusts. Your breath caught in your throat, lips ghosting over his as your breaths mingled, all thoughts of speech banished. He kissed his way down your neck to your gorgeous globes, running the tip of his tongue around your swollen nipples. This action made you groan, running your fingers through his hair, completely mussing them up and ruining his do. You couldn't care less; with the way he was making you feel, you had half a mind to pull him to the ballroom and fuck him in front of everyone to show the reason for his and your disheveled states.

His thrusts began to speed up as he held you in place, your legs trembling and burning as you tried to hold yourself up, absorbing every bit of his amorous assault on you. Undoing the buttons of his crisp white shirt, you yanked the shirt off his shoulder, biting down hard at the exposed skin. He growled loudly, thrusting up once, then twice as he emptied himself into you, painting your walls as you squeezed every drop from him, reaching your explosive end as well. The euphoria melted into your veins, swiftly coursing through the length of your body. But yet again, as he helped you straighten yourself up, no words were spoken.

Both of you made your way back to the ballroom, your clothes and hair slightly askew, and a bright red mark on Lucien's neck, that he didn't bother hiding for the rest of the night. You wouldn't be surprised if people found out that the two of had been together, let alone what the two of you were upto

You couldn't bring yourself to care, though.

And now here you were, months later. You hadn't seen Lucien for quite some time, but you didn't really care all that much. It wasn't like you were pining after him. On the contrary, you'd found quite a few men to keep yourself entertained.

You walked into Fiona's beach soiree, thanking divine providence that it wasn't a black tie affair. The fact that it was at her luxurious beach house, which was facing the vast ocean, just happened to be a silver lining. You made your way around the party, chatting with Fiona about her latest venture, the NGO she had established, the soiree a means to raise funds.

As the night progressed, you found yourself pleasantly buzzed as you sat at the bar, waiting for the bartender to serve you. A familiar voice directed at you made you turn, only to see Lucien standing there, a flute of champagne in his hands, his signature smirk on his face. You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, shifting your focus to the drink placed in front of you. He looked amazing, his messy curls softly styled, his beautiful neck adorned with gold chains and a thick ring on his finger. You had never seen him this casual, the Hawaiian shirt he had donned sitting loosely on him, leaving little to imagination.

Raising your glass at him in a silent toast, you smiled, taking a swig of the bubbly liquid. Delicious.

"You alone?" He drawled.

You gestured around, "Do you see anyone else here?"

"Touché." He took a swig of his drink, eyebrows raising as he savoured it. There was a small lull in the conversation but you didn't mind. It's not like the both of you talked when you were together.

"So. Long time no see."

"Yeah, kinda hard to see someone if they don't really show their face at events." you mused dryly.

He chuckled, nodding at the accusation. Taking your flute from your hand, he put the glasses on the counter, beckoning to the garden at the back of the house, "up for a smoke?"

"I don't smoke.", you said smugly, downing the glass in front of you.

He leaned towards you, bending down to whisper in your ear, "Who said anything about smoking?"

You should've known. It never ended in just talking, in fact, you don't think you've ever had a proper conversation with Lucien, barring that one time on the balcony, the night you met him. It was as if the bond between you was solely driven by the sheer lust and attraction you had for one another. Just the way you preferred it, and wanted it, truth be told.

As you both made your way outside, Lucien pinned you to the stone wall, locking his fingers with yours as he held your arms by your head, his lips brushing over yours. You wanted to ask him many things, probably talk about the both of you and your arrangement, but you couldn't bring yourself to talk. Atleast, not now.

You felt your insides flutter in anticipation, as he left kisses all over you: your neck, your breasts, your stomach. Pushing your dress up, he left open-mouthed kisses along your thighs, biting and sucking till he left marks, you were sure of it. Pulling your lace panties to the side, he began to eat you out with a ferocity that aroused you and scared you in equal parts. All you could do was hold on as he held your wet folds apart, his tongue running over your swollen nub. Briefly, he pulled back to look at your core; swearing under his breath as he saw how wet you were for him. He dove back in, pulling your lips apart with his fingers as he fucked you with his tongue for all he was worth.

You had died and gone to heaven, you were sure of it. Stars exploded behind your eyelids as each swipe of Lucien's tongue made you forget all about your surroundings. Your leg was on his shoulder, your dress was basically falling off your body and you had nearly bitten off a finger trying to hold your screams in. If he weren't so good with his tongue and his fingers, you would have laughed at the way your body turned to putty near this man.

You were rudely pulled out of your thoughts by the feel of him pushing inside you, hitching your leg on his hip as he bottommed inside you. You gasped as he stayed there, letting you feel all of him as he feasted on your breasts, his thumbs and tongue working their magic. He began to move, his hand holding both your arms above your head, restricting your movements. Rutting into you with abandon, he snarled as he felt your pussy clench around him as he tightened his hold on your arms. Using them as leverage, he quickened his motion, anchoring your waist as he fucked into you wildly, using your body for his own pleasure.

"Fuck...take it. take it all." he grunted through gritted teeth, letting go of your arms as he held you steadily, his fingers making their way to your core, circling your swollen clit.

You heard yourself shriek as you came apart, throwing your arms around his shoulders as he reached his end as well, his warm spend coating your walls. Your core pulsed, nearly strangling his cock as the aftershocks died down. Suddenly feeling exhausted, you slid down the wall as he held you, gently rocking you till you came back to normal.

As you recovered from your explosive high, there was only one thought in your mind: you were truly and honestly screwed.

GAHHHH IDK HOW THIS TURNED OUT BUT OMFG i had suchhhh fun writing it!! Hope y'all enjoy! I don't do taglists anymore, just turn on blog notifs for @lexiscyberlibrary to be notified about any new fics!

Love ya!

-xoxo Lexi <3

[charlie-jelly]

i am loco anyway newt x he/him reader

fair warning, this is extremely out of character and badly written </3

Not at all unusually, (y/n) couldn't sleep.

He'd love to be able to chalk it up to nerves over the very pretty boy lying next to him, but around 3-4 hours of bored insomnia a night was typical for him. Not that Newton was settling his mind in any way.

Around 30 minutes ago, (y/n) had been strolling around familiar areas of the Shatterdome at a rather abhorrent hour beyond midnight, waiting to feel tired enough to go to bed. He'd felt fairly comfortable in his daggy night clothes (barefoot with an ugly nighting gown and a band t-shirt thrown over for no reason other than he found it funny), until he heard someone else clunkering around in the private lab he had just waltzed into far too confidently. It was the shared lab of doctors Hermann Gottlieb (currently at rest) and Newton Geiszler (currently looking up from his clunkering right up at (y/n)'s horrified face). Newton was in the dark sitting on his knees by a table of blue intestines, unidentifiable hunks of metal and apparatus filling both his hands and the space on the floor around him. Being that the boy was far away from the doorway where (y/n) stood, and in the dark, Newton's face could only just be made out.

At times unlike this, (y/n) liked to imagine they'd had a water-cooler-romance thing going on with their flirty hallway chats. Now, confronting the man's bloodshot eyes at night with no-one else around, the rosy relationship which he had been mentally blooming in the ample space left between now and their last interaction wilted. Newton suddenly seemed much more like a stranger in that moment. He tilted his barely-visible head.

"(y/n)?"

(y/n) gathered himself to respond, generating his best impression of a biting remark to drown out his anxiety.

"It's past your bedtime, Geiszler," he said playfully, and hopefully coolly. Newt smiled gladly, breathed out some kind of dialogue-serving chuckle.

"Yeah, yeah. I've just been having this theory-- I won't overwhelm you with kaiju junk again like you've warned me about-- but basically it goes back to the dinosaurs," (y/n) felt a fond, treacherous smile tug at his lips and forced a furrow to his brow accordingly. "It's fairly accepted that they evolved into birds, right? But we established that they were also a kaiju-test run. Did that not prove to their overlords that birds are more suited to survive Earthly conditions than reptiles in general? So, why not weaponise giant birds instead? And wh-"

"Newton, that is so stupid." Newton paused in a brief moment of derailment before his eyes flicked up to the ceiling, considering quite seriously before deciding how to react to this input. (y/n) really liked that about him. He noticed now that Newt wasn't wearing his glasses.

"Eeyeah. Yeaup. Might be," He replied finally with strained voice.

"C'mon, let's get you to bed-- do you even know how late it is?" (y/n) said, striding towards Newton, who stood slowly as he did.

"No-no-no-no-no nup, you're not stopping my flow here, (y/n). I've got a flow going on, you know?" He absent-mindedly deposited one hand-full of miscellaneous metal scraps onto the table behind him, some tumbling off the heap of kaiju intestines onto the floor before he turned to face the table. "You wanna hear about what I'm building right now? I'll tell you the rest of what I was saying, I promise it makes sense just gimmie a minute,"

"It's never gonna make sense because it's stupid, Newt." Having reached him now, (y/n) grabbed Newt's wrist as it was reaching for the intestine pile, apparently planning to use it in his explanation. He placed his other hand on Newt's back, feeling warm cotton. "You need to go to bed." (y/n) pushed lightly, guiding the scientist back to the door. He was met with absolutely no resistance, despite Newt's reluctance.

"Fine, fine I'll pick it up in the morning- but I'm not going to my room, you can't make me go all the way to my room. (y/n), it's so far away. Tell me why they would assign me to a room so far from my lab. There are rooms closer-by. I could have one of those! Why can't I have one of those?" (y/n) didn't slow his lead back to the exit, but removed his hand from Newt's back.

"Well one of those closer-by rooms is mine, and I have it because my expertise are not as valuable as yours so it's no big loss if your lab explodes and kills me and some other general technicians."

"Oh. That's shit."

"Sure. Do you have any choice other than making the trek to your abode anyway?"

"Oh, yeah I was just gonna sleep in the lab. I've done it before it's all good," Newt muttered tiredly, waving a hand as if dissolving some sense of how not all-good that was wafting in the air.

"I hate repeating myself but Newton, that is so stupid. You're not sleeping in here," (y/n) tried to spit out the next sentence so as to avoid holding his breath; "And if you won't go to your own room, then you're welcome to come to mine." Newt's head whipped up to look at (y/n). Though he almost missed it in his distraction with how Newt was cutely shorter than him, the man said with relief,

"Yeah? Can I really?"

"Yes. I offered, didn't I?" (y/n) replied, trying to remain somewhat stoic despite his joy. A sleepover with his crush. He suddenly felt even worse about his pyjamas as the pair finally advanced through the door into better lighting. Without thinking, (y/n) looked down to see what Newton was wearing, seeing Newt doing the same. He awaited some questions about his outfit, but nothing came before Newt looked away.

Newt was wearing an oversized black band-tee, similar to what (y/n) had on himself. It was typical. His tattoos looked brilliant, leaping down Newts arm in sharp juxtaposition to the black sleeves they emerged from.

"Love your dress. Not many guys can rock one like that."

"Thanks."

All that brings us back to (y/n) lying restlessly next to a very pretty boy, who doesn't seem to have fallen asleep yet either.

(y/n) shifted uncomfortably, feeling his boxers sitting wrong in some way.

Despite Newton's lack of opposal to it, (y/n) had rid himself of the embarrassing nightie before he got into bed, ending up in boxers and a shirt. Boxers which were sitting wrong in some way.

He readjusted them and rolled over, huffing childishly when they still felt unpleasant. A muffled laugh sounded from the other side of the bed.

"You good there man?" Newt asked, his ever-charming smile audible.

"Yes. Cold. Scratchy." (y/n) spoke into the blankets. Actually realising how cold he was, (y/n) reluctantly made to get out of bed for a jumper, pushing some blankets off of himself. "You cold too?"

He was about to stand, and offer a jumper to Newt when a warm hand emerged from the mess of blankets and latched onto his wrist. Every single one of (y/n)'s nerves seemed to rush to that spot and fixate on the touch. (y/n) didn't feel uncomfortable or cold anymore, he only felt Newton's palm press on the flat of his wrist, and his fingers grip around it as they tugged him back down into the bed.

"Yeah. 'Mm cold." Newton shuffled to manoeuvre the heap of blankets he was under to cover (y/n) as well, and then to snake his arms around him, yawning brazenly. "J'know you're kinda pretty? But like, really pretty? You really rocked that dress man, sure, but like-- you look great normally too. Am I making sense?"

Given that this had been far too much for (y/n) to handle already, he had absolutely no way to gauge the fact that Newton had just called him pretty. Really pretty, in fact. Cleverly, (y/n) pretended to be asleep, or perhaps deaf.

"No?" Newton continued. "It doesn't matter, I dunno what I'm talking about."

"You're really pretty too. Like a lot." (y/n) said, trying to sound begrudging. If anything, he was beyond relieved to get that out. At the same time, he hoped that Newt would forget everything by the morning. Or that he was sleep-talking.

In any case, (y/n) could feel Newt crack a smile behind him-- as if it warmed the air or made Brittany Spears smile, too, somewhere.

He wriggled closer, pressing his chest flush with (y/n)'s back and sticking his hands under his shirt to wrap around his stomach.

He nestled his face into the crook of (y/n)'s shoulder, every breath seeming to be full of pure electricity as it washed over his skin.

"So pretty..."

(y/n) fell asleep easily for the first time in his life, lying wrapped in warmth and joy.

that's all, folks. sorry if it's total shit in general it really is late and i do indeed have insomnia and very uncomfy clothes plus this is the third thing i have written ever. think it ended a little abruptly but i want to go to bed so whatever. this feels soooo slow-paceddd and wayy too long and veryyy out of character but whatever it's really about his face not his character if im being honest

also idk what to tag with. help

[self-proclaimed-chaotic-good]

Writer’s Month 2020 Masterlist

Thank you @writersmonth for putting together this writing challenge again!

Fics will also be sorted under their respective fandoms and pairings in my main masterlist.

Day One: Tattoo Artist/Flower Shop AU | Inks and Petals | Detective Loki x Reader (Drabble)

Day Two: Quarantine | Shave and a Hair Cut | John Wick x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Three: Magic | Sparks Flew | Quentin Beck x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Four: Long Distance Relationship | Only in My Dreams | Carlton Drake x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Five: Soulmates | The Promise of Stars | Changez Khan x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Six: Ocean | By the Shore | John Morris x Reader x Hermann K. Warm (Oneshot)

Day Seven: Hurt/Comfort | Moral Support | Diego Hargreeves x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Eight: Eight | The Governess and The Doctor’s Hunt for the Copper Beeches | Sherlock Holmes x Reader (1/4)

Day Nine: Illness | Man Flu | Cassian Andor x Filipina!Reader (Oneshot)

Day Ten: Bunnies | The Enemy of My Enemy | Eddie Brock x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Eleven: Light | What If... | Ben Solo x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Twelve: Meet Cute | True Winchester Fashion | Adam Milligan x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Thirteen: Music | The Governess and The Doctor’s Hunt for the Copper Beeches | Sherlock Holmes x Reader (2/4)

Day Fourteen: Metamorphosis | Ordinary Cousin of a Superhero | Pearl Pangan and Reader (Oneshot)

Day Fifteen: Coffee Shop AU | The Umbrella Cafe | Diego Hargreeves x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Sixteen: History | Starting Over | Naz Khan x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Seventeen: Cooking | New Routine | Adam Milligan x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Eighteen: Myths | Hotel of Jedha | Bodhi Rook x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Nineteen: De-Aging | Accompanist | Vanya Hargreeves and Reader (Oneshot)

Day Twenty: Loss | Take Your Time | Bodhi Rook x Reader (Kyber Soldier Prequel)

Day Twenty-One: Family | Night at the Museum | Adam Milligan x Reader (oneshot)

Day Twenty-Two: Pet Shop AU | Puppy Love | Poe Dameron x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Twenty-Three: Poison | The Governess and The Doctor’s Hunt for the Copper Beeches | Sherlock Holmes x Reader (3/4)

Day Twenty-Four: True Love’s Kiss | Debating Sleeping Beauty | John Morris x Reader x Hermann K. Warm (Oneshot)

Day Twenty-Five: Drop | The Governess and The Doctor’s Hunt for the Copper Beeches | Sherlock Holmes x Reader (4/4)

Day Twenty-Six: Summer Vacation | Crush | Brad Davis x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Twenty-Seven: Dream | I’ll Be Seeing You | Robert Fischer x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Twenty-Eight: Fantasy | Consequences of Curiosity | HAPtives and Reader (Oneshot)

Day Twenty-Nine: High School AU | Thank U, Next | Poe Dameron x Reader (1/2)

Day Thirty: Joy | Thank U, Next | Poe Dameron x Reader (2/2)

Day Thirty-One: There was only ONE bed | Stranded with You | Bodhi Rook x Reader (Oneshot)               

[afriendlyneighborhoodhufflepuff]

Request: Matt x reader : Matt’s wife ending up giving birth prematurely after an accident, he’s at the scene with the rest of 51 and delivers his own baby boy, wrapping him his firefighter jacket 🥺

Anon I literally haven’t stopped thinking about this. It was literally in my dream. Like vividly I kept seeing our favorite Captain Casey, so I hope you enjoy!

Just like any other day, Matt and Y/N woke up to the sound of an alarm clock. Both groaned at the rude awakening from a peaceful sleep. Well peaceful for Matt anyway. Y/N was 35 weeks pregnant and couldn’t sleep well most nights. “Was that my alarm or yours?” You ask as you feel the bed move with Matt’s shifting. “Mine. You go back to sleep, hun.” “Can’t. Mini Matt has said no to that. Dad is up, so I’m up.” You say as you bring his hand to the swell of your belly, where you both feel your son move. He leans over and gives you a peck on the lips before getting out of bed.

“You know he can’t be Mini Matt forever, right? We need to pick out a name soon.” “I know, I know. I was thinking of Dallin for a first name. And maybe Matthew as a middle name.” You reply, slowly getting up and walking to the dresser, wrapping your arms around your husband, your head resting between his shoulder blades. “I like the sound of that. Dallin Matthew Casey.” He replies, turning around to face you. “Dallin Matthew, it is then!” You say, a smile on your face. “As nice as this is, one of us does have to go to work.” Matt laughs as you pout, not wanting to leave his warm embrace. He holds you for another minute before getting ready for the day.

You said goodbye to your husband as he left for 51. You mentioned that you would be over to visit, and Matt couldn't help smiling at you. The house loved you, and you loved them right back. “Whelp, little man. It's you and me for the next 24 hours. How bout we see dad later today and then run some errands?” You say quietly, running a hand over your belly, feeling a sharp kick in response from your son.

At the firehouse, it's business as usual. Calls, drills, reports. Matt heard a commotion from his office in the common area and investigated. The sight he saw warmed his heart. You, Mouch, and Hermann were sitting on the couch going over some last-minute adjustments to the nursery that they said they would come over and do after shift. “Hi, love!” you exclaim, seeing him walk over to you. “Hi. Why don't you come to my office.” He whispers into your ear, helping you up from the couch. You wave goodbye to Mouch and Hermann, linking hands with Matt as he leads you to his quarters.

You reach the door to his quarters when a sharp pain runs down your body, making you gasp. “Y/N everything alright?” Matt asks, concern lacing his features. “Yeah, I’m good. We’re good. Just Braxton-Hicks like last week.” “Ok, well, I don’t want you standing more than you have to, so come on and sit down. We don’t have to talk or anything. I want to make sure everything is good.” Matt replies as you sit on the edge of the bed in the small room.

After spending some time at the firehouse catching up with your friends, you decided to head to the store to pick up some groceries and stuff for the baby. You were making a left-hand turn, and the next thing you know, you felt something hit you. It took you a moment to realize what happened, but then it came to you that you were in a crash. You were hit on the driver's side, and you couldn’t move. You felt pain in your abdomen, more intense than what you felt earlier, and you knew something was wrong.

The bells rang out in the firehouse, and everyone jumped into action, not knowing what the damage was. “Captain, are you ok?” “Yeah yeah, I’m fine.” Matt lied as he knew this was the route you took from the firehouse to home, and the store was in between. He didn’t want it to be you. He couldn’t lose you and Dallin. It would kill him.

They arrive on the scene, and everyone’s hearts sink. They see your car, driver's side crumbled. Matt jumps out of the truck and sprints to the vehicle assessing the situation, trying to keep calm and not freak out. “Gallo! Get the jaws! It’s Y/N. She’s not moving!” He yells as the young truck member grabs the equipment and the rest of the team helps to get everyone out. “Y/N, sweetheart. Can you hear me?” “Yeah, I can hear you. Somethings wrong. I think the baby’s coming.” You reply, tears in your eyes, as pain rolls through you again, as Matt watches helplessly. “Alright, we’re gonna get you out as quick as we can.” “Hurry. Please. I’m scared.” “I know. We’re doing what we can as fast as we can.” He replies, his hand on the window, trying to mask the fear on his face.

Gallo arrived with the Jaws and got to work. “Casey, do we need the saw?” Cruz asks, running forward. “Not sure. But grab it just in case.” He says as he watches the team try to get you out. “Y/N, we’ll need to get the saw to get you out the rest of the way. I will put my jacket over you, and Sylvie will be here, ensuring you don’t have any serious injuries.” Stella says as you grab her hand and Sylvie’s as the jacket is draped over you, so debris doesn’t fall on you. Matt watches as Severide and Cruz remove the car's roof and as Stella and Hermann extract you from the car and onto the stretcher.

“Matt! We need you!” Foster yells as she helps you sit up. He runs over and wants to cry when he sees the pain you’re in. “Hey, hey, baby. You’re ok. Dallin is ok. I’m here. You’re safe.” He whispers as you hold onto him, shaking from fear and pain. “My water broke after I got hit before you guys came. Dallin is for real coming.” You say, pulling away as you search Matt’s face. You see shock and fear, and you grip his hand as a contraction takes over. You both scan Sylvie and Foster's faces and realize you aren’t going to make it to Med in time.

“Kelly, get over here! And bring Stella!” He yells to his friends as you squeeze his hand harder than he thought you could. “What’s going on?” “Baby’s on the way, and there’s no way we can make it to Med,” Sylvie says, watching you and Matt. “What do you need us to do?” “Be with them. Be their support. That’s what you can do.” She says as the three walk over. “Hey, so Brett gave us the rundown. We’re here for you and only you. Foster is letting Boden know.” Severide says as you reach for his hand. “Son of a bitch, this hurts.” You say as you feel your son move down. “Ok, he moved down. Shit.” You groan in pain, and Stella gets onto the stretcher with you, helping you sit up a little more.

“Y/N, how you doing, sweetie?” Sylvie asks, walking over. “Well, everything hurts like a bitch, and I feel like I need to push,” you reply, fear lacing your voice, gripping your husband's hand and Severide’s for dear life, your contractions getting more intense each time.

“Hey, babe, look at me. Look only at me.” Matt says as Sylvie lifts your dress, covering you with a blanket, checking you quickly. “Matt. I can’t do this.” You cry, tears running down your cheeks. You feel Kelly press a kiss to your temple, and Stella rubs your arm, trying to comfort you. “Y/N, Matt. I can feel the head. It’s go time.” Sylvie says, giving you and your husband a soft smile. “Next contraction, I need you to push, ok?” “Ok. I think I can do that.” You reply with a laugh, reality sets in, locking eyes with Matt as he smiles at you.

You feel a wave of pain roll over, bring your chin to your chest and start pushing. You gasp at the intensity of everything and feel Matt’s hand rest on your knee, helping to ground you. “You’re doing great. There you go!” “God, this hurts. I’m not doing this again anytime soon.” You pant, taking a break, as you grab Matt’s free hand with yours. “That’s ok. I don’t mind. Let’s just focus on you bringing our son into the world.” He says as he tightens the grip on your hand as you start pushing again. You can feel your baby move forward and back for several minutes, and you hate it.

You lay your head back onto Stella in exhaustion. “I can’t do this anymore.” “Yes, you can, Y/N. Look at me.” Kelly says, gently turning your head towards him. “You deal with Matt Casey and the rest of the house daily. You can birth a baby.” He says with a grin, making you snort. “Excuse me! I’m right here.” “We know.” You and Kelly laugh while Matt shakes his head. “Y/N. I can see hair. This next contraction, I want you to give me the biggest push you can, ok?” Sylvie asks as she moves your legs apart some more. You give her a nod and wait for the pain again.

You feel the most intense pain and push as hard as possible, and you feel burning. You moan as you feel his head come out. “His heads out!” Matt exclaims, rubbing your knees. “I thought it was a foot.” You quip back, panting, and Matt guides your hand to your baby's head, and you feel the fuzzy hair and start crying. “Ok, now we have to do little pushes. This part will suck, but once we get his shoulders out, it’s smooth sailing.” Foster says as she takes over for Sylvie, who runs to the back of the ambo for supplies to clean the baby once he is out.

“Little pushes? Oh, hell.” You reply, giving her a look. She just nods and prompts you to push little by little. Stella lifts you, and Kelly rubs a thumb over the top of your hand, whispering encouragements in your ear. You can feel his shoulders come out, and he starts to turn. You feel as Matt’s hand leaves yours and your knee and can’t help but watch as he takes his turnout coat off, his white polo clean as can be. “Matt. What’re you doing?” You ask, voice quivering, wondering what the hell had gotten into your husband's brain. “Grabbing our son. I can see he’s almost here.” He replies as he places the coat on the stretcher.

You groan as you give a final push and feel your baby finally slide out. You lay your head down in exhaustion and feel tears run down your cheeks as you hear him cry. Kelly kisses you on the top of your head, and Stella does the same before they head to the ambo giving you guys a moment together. You look at Matt, who’s wrapped him in his turnout coat, walking to you, tears in his eyes. “You did it, baby. He’s here. Dallin is here.” He says softly, placing the bundle in your arms. “Yeah, he is. Our Dallin Matthew Casey is finally here.” You say, running a finger down the newborn's nose, lifting your head to kiss your husband.

You stay like that for a while until Sylvie and Foster come over with a clean blanket for you and a smaller one for your newborn. They gently lift him out of Matt’s coat and wipe him off and swaddle him. Sylvie gently makes sure you’re clean and ok and makes sure the blanket covers you. You don’t realize Boden had walked over until he speaks. “Congratulations, you two. I’ve gone ahead and called Med to let them know of the situation and that you were on the way. And before you ask, the other driver has been arrested for drunk driving. Not a scratch on him.” He says, voice gruff. Matt gives his chief a look having a conversation with their eyes. He receives a nod of confirmation and helps to make sure you and your son are in the ambo safely.

You arrive at Med and are taken to a recovery room while Dallin is taken to the NICU to be assessed. You can’t help but worry that your baby is ok. You know he’s early but wasn’t sure how it would affect him. “He’s going to be ok. I know he is.” Matt says, holding your hand, moving his thumb across the top of your hand. “Matt, he was early. Five weeks early. What if something isn’t developed all the way?” “Y/N. Brett and Foster would’ve noticed and mentioned it in the field. Trust me. I overheard the nurses, and they’ll be bringing him back in about 30 minutes.” He replies, giving your hand a light squeeze. You squeeze his hand back, letting him know you trust him.

After a while, the nurses return with the newborn, letting you and Matt know that everything looked normal and that he was the cutest patient. The two of you look at him fondly, his little body bundled up in a blanket from the hospital and a little hat on his head.

“Do you have a name for him? So we can write it on his bassinet card?” “Dallin Matthew Casey.” You respond to the nurse as a second nurse places him in your arms. “Just so we know, how are you wanting to feed him?” “Bottle. Definitely bottle. I can pump, but the thought of trying to get him to latch doesn’t feel right for me.” “Alright, we can work with that. I’ll get one ready for him with what we have, and we can go over the next steps in a while.” The nurse replied cheerfully before the pair left the room.

The small family is left alone until a knock on the door removes them from their thoughts. They see their family from the station and beckon them in. They quietly enter, and Y/N notices that Hermann and Mouch have paint on their clothes and tears in their eyes. “We made something for him. Last minute at the station after we got back.” Hermann says, voice breaking, as Mouch opens a small package and brings out a miniature wooden horse painted in a soft blue with everyone’s names written on it. You try to speak but burst into tears as Matt carefully takes your son from your arms, rocking him gently.

You eventually stop crying and wipe your tears away. “That’s so sweet. You didn’t have to do that.” “Yeah, he’s family, and family’s there for each other,” Hermann replies. “Plus, we’re going to head over to the house and get that ready for the three of you.” Ritter pipes up, earning the stink eye from Mouch. “Ritter. That was supposed to be a surprise!” Mouch says in exasperation. You and Matt both laugh, feeling the love from your friends.

Eventually, Foster asks his name since she realizes it’s never been mentioned, and Matt says it with pride. Dallin is held by his honorary aunts and uncles and only makes a sound when he needs to be fed. Y/N gives him his bottle and holds him for a moment.

“Hi, sweet boy. I’m your mom. You sure gave us a surprise today. But your dad and I are so glad you’re here. So are all those crazy people who just held you. Those are your aunts and uncles, and they might love you more than they love dad and me. Based on your surprise today, I feel we’re in for more over the years, but not anytime soon, ok? Mama needs to breathe from the first one.” You whisper to him as he stares at you with his dad's bright blue eyes.

You feel your husband staring and call him out on it. “Quit being a creep staring at a woman and her baby.” You grin at him as he sits on the bed next to you. “Mmm, I wouldn’t say I’m being a creep. Just falling in love with you more and more.” He replies, kissing you and placing a hand on Dallin’s head. “And seeing you today made me fall in love even more. I’m grateful for you, and I know Dallin is too.” You reply, leaning into him as he wraps an arm around you. You stayed like this for hours, not a care in the world. It’s just you, and your family, and that’s all that matters.

[kiss-seokjin]

Joke (RM Joke Spinoff)

Synopsis: The ‘mad’ wolf hybrid Kim Namjoon breaks out of his imprisonment in an asylum and lucky you, he’s now living in your house!

Pairing: wolf hybrid Namjoon x human reader

Word count: 7,545

Pairing: 18+

Warnings: Smut

Smut warnings: reader and Namjoon are actually kinky, foreplay, oral sex (both receiving), penetration, no protection

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You close your laptop, sighing as you stand up and stretch after a long day of zoom classes for college. Feeling antsy after sitting for so long you Put in your earbuds and play music from your phone as you step outside for fresh air.

There is a grassy yard with a small pond, stream, and flowers in the yard, but beyond that, there is a forest that expands as far as the eye can see along the mountains that you are in. Ever since COVID-19 happened you have been taking online university on and off from the family home in Korea. There is a town close by, it is only a twenty or thirty minute car ride away, though due to living in the mountains you cannot see it from your home. But on a positive note it makes it easy to get groceries and supplies on your weekly trip from your safe space.

Since you cannot see your friends in person these days, and also considering you are in the mountains, you have a weekly chat with them during your free time to catch up with one another and to fill the void of not being able to socialize any more. You truly miss them but you know things will go back to normal someday. At least you hope so.

After relaxing to a few songs while admiring the view you go back inside to make your dinner. Shutting the sliding glass door behind you contemplating locking it. You do live far out in the woods so it is highly unlikely someone will break in, and besides, even if they did, they could just throw a rock through the window, so either way they could easily break in. You end up leaving it unlocked for tonight, deciding to forget about it over dinner.

While you let the ramen cook you take the chance to water some of your plants which include some bonsai trees, a rose bush, and an orchid. After the ramen finishes, you let it cool down before putting some in a bowl to enjoy. You scroll through your phone as you eat your meal, as it is one of your only visual as to what is going on out in the world these days.

After dinner, you sit down to read some of the book Damian by Hermann Hesse. You are very intrigued by the book so you have already read it a few times. You sit curled up on the couch with a blanket and some tea, one that doesn't have any caffeine in it since you want a good nights rest and not insomnia. After a long day of classes, you definitely needed some of the activities you did this evening. Maybe tomorrow you will go on a bike ride or drive your car when there is some time.

About an hour and a half of reading later, you mark where you have stopped in the book and put the book back on its shelf and turn off the lights before going upstairs to get some pajamas so you can shower. You won't be back down anyways so it is better to turn the lights off now.

A nice warm shower definitely will make this evening complete. Just thinking about it makes you want to take a self care day so you can have a long shower or bath, do a face mask, use hand and feet cremes or do a mani-pedi, paint your nails, listen to music, enjoy nature, read, and sip on some coffee, chai, or tea.

Turning on the water, you enjoy the warmth of the water as it comforts you in your temporary confinement at home. It is something that is oddly comforting these days. You used to take it for granted.

As you are taking a shower, you are completely oblivious to the stranger entering into your house, as he is of you at first.

"Hm, running water?" he asks himself, hearing the water running from the shower upstairs. He had stumbled upon this house and thought it was empty since the lights were off. How foolish of him. He didn't even try to smell or hear it out before entering. But then again who knows how far the nearest town, let alone another house is (or even rarer, an abandoned house), so stumbling upon this one was just his luck. He'll just force whoever is here into letting him stay the night or for how long he needs. It depends on the situation. From what he can smell, there is one person here; a female in her early twenties.

He notices the plants and book shelves, two things that intrigue him, as he has a fondness for such things. He can make out a TV in this living room of yours, and after a brief moment of thought, finds the remote and turns it on, soon figuring out how to get to the local news channel. He finds that he has already made the news today, and it won't surprise him if other news channels begin to cover him as well since he is such a well known name among the hybrid world, as well as to the Korean government.

"The werewolf, also known as Kim Namjoon, has escaped from the nearby asylum he was being held in today" says the reporter. "We do not know much about the situation, but from what has been released so far, it is believed he severely injured his guards and escaped wearing one of their uniforms. As you all may know, Kim Namjoon is an insane and powerful wolf hybrid, a type of hybrid that is very rare. He has been nicknamed werewolf for his ability to transfer from wolf, hybrid, and human state, and two years ago while working as a servant for the president, he had secretly been the eyes and ears for a resistance he was building up for hybrid rights. One evening he took out a premeditated attacked the president, nearly killing him in the process. Kim Namjoon was deemed insane and was sent off to an asylum and the president and vice president struck down on hybrids laws, making the old ones tighter and new ones that put on more restrictions then there was before. The resistance he had build up has dwindled with many leaving, getting disconnected, or being arrested. If you see Kim Namjoon, the man on the screen, please call the police immediately. Do not make contact with this man. Lock your doors and windows. Make sure he can't break into your house in any way, because any encounter could involve someone getting injured or killed."

Liars. He is not a blood thirsty madman. Has this really become his public image? He wanted justice and equality, not for hybrids to be put through more oppression than they already were. Hell, other places like the United States and the European Union have already greatly improved upon hybrid rights, but somehow East Asia is late to the party. Very late. He tried working along side the LGBTQ+ community in the country, but he doubts that even if he manages to start up a resistance again that they would want to help. If they want to do things peacefully, only for their voices to be ignored, then fine. He will actually make sure there is equality once he and his allies come to power. If he can get to them.

As you get out of the shower, you hear the TV from downstairs is clearly on. And you definitely didn't have it on today. You quickly put on your pajamas and rush to your room to grab a pepper spray. You quietly make your way down the stair hoping you can pepper spray whoever has come into your house. As you get near the bottom, a voice calls out.

"I'm afraid your plan of attack has already failed" says a male voice, right before he turns on the a light. He is a tall man with clear dimples, a flatish nose, and you can make out a slight widows peak, despite he cap he is wearing. He is wearing some type on uniform, though it is all messy. "I heard you turn off the water, as well as every foot step and tip toe you took. And I saw you coming down the stairs."

"B-but how?" you bring yourself to ask, not even a 'who are you' or 'why are you in my home'. You were being as quiet as you could, and with how dark the majority of the house is at this point besides your bedroom, you have to wonder how he even saw you when you could make out very little in the dark.

He man takes off the cap to reveal two animal ears, most similar to a dog or wolf. He's a hybrid. As you are piecing it all together, you hear something from the TV in the next room.

"As a reminder for this evening, beware of Kim Namjoon, the insane wolf hybrid who escaped from the nearly asylum. Call the police right away if you see him and keep your distance. Please stay safe."

You remember hearing this name a couple years ago and vaguely remember what he looks like. Tall, has dimples, has a flatish nose, and has a slight widows peak. It's him. The man in your house is him. You scream and run up the stairs, hoping you can make it to your phone to call the police, but he is faster and stronger than you, so he catches you and pins you against the wall.

"I won't hurt you unless I need to" he says. "I just need a place to stay for a bit and for you to not report me to the police and I won't hurt or bother you."

"But you're an insane criminal" you reply. "You tried to kill the president."

"That's what they want you to think. I was set up since they didn't like the power and attention I was getting. While I did have informants, I never worked under the president. I just want justice and equality, but none of those assholes in government seem to care about the rights of some citizens. You're lucky not to not be a hybrid, because you know what it feels like to be treated with respect. I can't vote or run for government, hell I could barely take a walk or bike ride down the street without receiving a glare from every other person, and just to buy a car or to get a loan in so damn hard, near impossible... Just please, let me stay and don't turn me over so I can finish what I started."

Something about this touches you. You care deeply about politics, the environment, and equality, so naturally you support hybrid rights, but from what you know the way this man has gone about getting the message across has caused more problems than solutions. But that all could have been false. You don't know anymore. You can't always trust the media. Hell, you don't know if you completely trust him either, but judging by his behavior, he doesn't seem like the type to harm people unless he needs too and he seems to be pretty genuine in most if not all of what he is saying. This causes you to think of something.

"As long as you are willing to peacefully protest and advocate I'll let you stay" you say. "And clear your name, if you can."

"Of course... I take this you won't turn me in and I can stay here?"

You nod.

"For now" you say.

"Well, if that's the case, can you provide me with some clean clothes and direct me in the direction of the shower? I need to clean myself off."

You are able to find some clothing that fits him and you show him to the shower.

"By the way, you can sleep on the guests bed room" you say before he shuts the door. "It is the one next to my bedroom over there."

"Alright" he says.

You head back to your room and can't help but think about how funny it was to see his tail stuffed into the pants he was wearing. It was ready to pop out at any moment. It makes you wonder how he will be able to fit it into the pants you gave him.

You get on into bed, grabbing your phone to scroll through it for a while to refresh yourself with Namjoon and his past, realizing he can easily make himself look human. How extra was he just to want to show you his ears?

From what you remember from biology class, a rare set of humans evolved to have animal traits, those being hybrids. Some got more useful skills while others got ones that were rather useless. Some even had rare traits such as Namjoon. After hybrids went through several atrocities they were given freedom, but they often still face discrimination in the eyes of others and in the law, especially in East Asia. It can be bad in the west too, but there aren't nearly as many laws against them that are so blatantly obvious.

About twenty minutes later you hear a knock on the door and Namjoon comes through, his wolf ears now gone.

"Anyways I just came into say goodnight" says Namjoon.

"Goodnight" you reply.

"And thanks once again" says Namjoon before he closes the door. He is much more polite than you thought he would be is what you think to yourself before you put your phone up to charge for the night.

The next morning you wake up to the sound of knocking on the front door. Who would be here so early that your alarm for nine AM hasn't even gone off yet? You reluctantly get out of bed to make your way downstairs. When you open your bedroom door you see Namjoon is near the top of the stairs.

"Stay here" you say. "It isn't safe for you to be seen."

You go downstairs to open the door to none other than two cops.

"Good morning ma'am" says one officer. "I am officer Choi and this is officer Jang. We are doing a check up on the area do to the possibility of a highly dangerous criminal being in the area."

"Do you mean Kim Namjoon?" you ask. You know the answer but you felt the need to ask. "I saw it last night on the news."

"Yes" says officer Choi. "We are just doing a check up to make sure everyone is safe and to see if there have been any possible sightings."

"Well I'm safe and I haven't seen anything" you half lie. You don't entirely trust Namjoon yet but you trust him enough to know he is unlikely going to hurt you unless he finds it necessary. And as far as these cops are considered you haven't seen Namjoon.

"If that's all I hope you have a good rest of your day ma'am" says officer Choi before he turns to leave with officer Jang following from behind.

You shut the door and turn around, only to see Namjoon in his full wolf form.

"Really," you say. "I had it handled."

He simply turns around and makes his way up the stairs. You roll your eyes and follow him.

"I'm going to make breakfast soon" you say. "If there's anything you want you can just tell me."

As you finish saying that, you turn at the top of the stairs to see Namjoon shamelessly changing into the close he had on the night before in the middle of the hall. You panic and turn around, hoping not to see anything you don't need to.

"Why are you changing?" you ask.

"I can't wear clothing when I go into wolf form" he says casually, as if you didn't nearly see things you really didn't want to see. "It just makes it awkward and I get stuck sometimes so I chance from human to wolf and vise versa without clothing on."

"Well next time change in a more private place please" you say. "I don't want to see you naked."

"Whatever. Make whatever you want. I'm not much of a breakfast person. Though a coffee would be nice."

You go throughout your day as normal. You have your classes online in your bedroom for privacy as Namjoon is doing who knows what. Once classes are done, you decide that maybe you can go out shopping for food tomorrow.

You head downstairs to see Namjoon reading a book. He looks up when he hears you coming down and shuts the book.

"You were awfully quiet today" he comments.

"I had online classes" you respond.

"Online classes?"

"Do you really not know?"

"Know what?"

"Namjoon... We are in the middle of a global pandemic."

He looks at you in shock.

"A... Pandemic?"

"Yes. Covid-19. Some people just call it Carona."

"Like the beer?"

"Yeah, like the beer."

"That's... A lot."

"Tell me about it. I'm sick of the pandemic. Everyone is. But we just have to wait it out. We've been in and out of quarantining for a while now. Whenever they begin to lift stuff cases always begin to spike again at some point."

"For how long has this been happening?"

"Since around March of 2020."

"And the date is?" You check your phone and tell him the date. "Wow that is a while."

"Yup..."

There is an awkward silence for a moment before Namjoon speaks up.

"Anyways I noticed you have a bike. I'm wondering if I can borrow it? I love riding bikes."

"Sure."

Before you know it Namjoon is out the door to go bike riding. He won't go too far so he won't be spotted, but you know he'll be back soon. That is when you remember your zoom meeting with your friends.

You quickly rush to log on. Your friends had already started since you were running late, and you all catch up with one another on life. One's boyfriend broke up with them, another lost their uncle to covid, and one make strawberry milk from scratch. Soon you here Namjoon enter your house, but fortunately your friends did not here it through zoom.

Once you hang up, you go downstairs you see Namjoon reading the same book he was reading earlier.

"Your friends?" he asks.

"Yeah" you reply. "It is kinda a weekly thing... Just wondering, now that you're out of the asylum, what are you going to do now?"

"Start a hybrid movement somehow. I don't know how, seeing as there are more regulations than before, but we must try."

"Well, the first place to start is trying to find some old supporters here and then seek international help. Oh and clearing your name."

"The only way I can clear my name is by proving that the president and his colleagues plotted against me and paid off the asylum to keep me there. And where would we begin to find followers? I don't know if there are secret connections still or if everyone is cut off or what."

"I wish I could be a greater help on that end, but I'm not exactly involved with things like that."

He chuckles in response.

"Anyways, I really want some samgyupsal and black been noodles. I haven't had those in so long. If it's possible for you to get them I would be grateful."

"Sure, I can order some for dinner" you reply, trusting him some more.

The next day you drive down to the town to go grocery shopping. As you are leaving the store, two hybrids pass you, a rabbit hybrid and a cat hybrid. You don't take much notice to them at first, but they both start sniffing in your direction, which you found strange.

"Excuse me ma'am" says the cat hybrid. "We are wondering if you have spotted any wolfs in the area?"

"Umm" you say, very confused.

"Have you perhaps run into a wolf recently?" asks the rabbit hybrid.

Suddenly the the pieces snap into place. They are talking about Namjoon.

"We are looking for a friend" says the cat hybrid. "A former colleague."

"Come with me" you reply. You lead them to your car, where you offload your groceries before you instructed them to get into your car. "What do you want with Namjoon?"

"We were friends of his" says the rabbit hybrid. "In the movement. Before he was taken away."

"I'm Min Yoongi" says the cat hybrid. "And this is Jeon Jungkook. When we heard he escaped we came searching for him. We were planning another movement in secret, and we could really use his help."

"Well he did say he wanted to start another movement" you say. "But you need to be careful, he's wanted. I don't mind letting him stay at my place for safety for now and helping the movement, but I don't want involvement on my record if the police arrest you all. I can't ruin my chances of success at becoming a politician or a political reporter."

"We get it" says Jungkook. "Being and supporting hybrids is a dangerous thing as of late. It can be hard to support in the shadows while trying to be successful in other areas of life."

"Don't get me started on that" says Yoongi. "Just having that you supported the previous movement on your record makes things so much harder, especially for us hybrids. "We had three security checks on the way here. Three."

"That's awful" you reply. At least they understood your worries and you felt sympathy for them. They don't deserve that kind of treatment for simply being different. "I can help you meet up with Namjoon if I can have your numbers."

You all trade numbers before they leave.

You get back home and Namjoon helps you unload the groceries. As you do you tell him about Jungkook and Yoongi.

"That's great!" he says. "Let's meet as soon as possible."

A few days later, Jungkook and Yoongi are at your house to have their first meeting with Namjoon. You had classes so you couldn't be present, but Namjoon filled you in when you were done.

"So they were planning stuff in a small group, but they are going to expand it so there can be a whole protest" he says. "We will make sure to get some international people involved. Hell, make it a whole peaceful protest with performers like idol groups and American singers for all I care. The more media attention the better. They do have some connections inside the government that could help clear my name, but it could take time. Those friends could even help put in a good word in other governments to get them on our side."

"That's great!" you say, patting him on the arm. "Let's drink some beer for that."

You both drink beer to celebrate the long road ahead to not only for hybrid equality but for clearing Namjoon's name. You fully trust him now.

"You know" you say. "I actually really like having you here for company... It's nice."

"Really?" Namjoon replies. "... It's nice to be out of the asylum. I may still be wanted, but at least I have some freedom now and... and that I am actually treated with kindness after so long."

You stare at him with caring eyes.

"You have my full support Namjoon."

"And you have mine."

You both glance away, taking a sip of your beers. Something felt different. Unknown to both of you, you had a slight blush, partly from the alcohol and partly from each other.

A few weeks go by, and in that time Jungkook, Yoongi, and Namjoon had more meetings. You were sometime present and sometimes you were working on university stuff.

As the sun sets, Namjoon feels stressed and unsure of what to do with himself. He knew this day would come, and it wouldn't be like last time since he actually took the meds for this. He watches the full moon slowly come out, and he can feel the power it brings him. But he can also feel the lust. The beginning of his heat. His damn once a month heat on the full moon. He wishes he grabbed some heat meds before he broke out, but he didn't, so he needs to find some relief. And fast.

As you both sit on the couch, you sipping on your tea with your earbuds in and him holding a book, trying to his that he has a hard on, he contemplates whether he should tell you or relief himself in the bathroom.

He heads to the bathroom, opting for the second option, not wanting to involve you, but when he jacks off, it doesn't bring the relief he needs or desires. He pumps harder and faster, trying to satisfy himself, but instead ends up having his first pathetic orgasm of the night. He can't spend the rest of the night like this. It will be pure misery. He'll have to ask you for help.

Awkwardly, he walks out of the bathroom and sits besides you. You still have your earbuds in, so you fortunately didn't hear anything from the bathroom. He taps your shoulder and you take out your earbuds.

"Hmm?" you hum softly.

"I have something to tell you" Namjoon says. "It's serious."

"What is it?"

"Once a month... On the full moon... I get stronger."

"Like the way how you broke out last month."

"Yeah. Exactly. But last month, even though I didn't take the meds for my strength, I did take it for something else, something that also happens during the full moon for me, but because I don't have those meds now, I am wondering if you... If you could help me fix it."

"Which is?"

"I'm in my heat."

There is a pause of silence as you are taking this information in. After a silence that felt like forever, you climb on top of him, straddling him as you place your hands on his shoulders.

"I'll help" you say. "Tell me what you need."

"M-maybe we can just g-grind for now" Namjoon says nervously but with anticipation.

You press into his bulge, feeling that he already has a hard on. You grind your hips into his, and soon enough he begins grinding back. With ups and downs and side to sides, you feel yourself loosening up and loosing yourself in the moment. You could actually enjoy tonight.

"Harder" says Namjoon. "Grind harder."

You do as he wishes, grinding him even harder. Any doubts you had before are now gone as you are in a fever of lust. Feeling his clothed member prod your clit is driving you crazy. You whimper a little. Without thinking, you go and kiss him in the heat of the moment. When you feel his lips pressing back, you passionately kiss him as you continue to grind. He opens your mouth and sticks his tongue inside. His thick lips and his clothed cock are driving you crazy.

"Hmm" he moans into the kiss before pulling away. "It's not good enough."

You pause for a moment, before climbing off of him.

"Lie down" you command, which he follows.

You slowly take off your pants and underwear, revealing your wet pussy to him. He feels himself grow even harder at the sight of your precum dripping down your thighs. You walk on over and place your pussy above his face before reaching down towards his pants.It is getting tight in there. Even you can see that.

You unzip his pants and push his underwear back, revealing his cock, which was bigger than you expected, making you excited. You lower your pussy on his face as you message his dick and balls, before lowering down and giving his member a long lick before wrapping your mouth around it, taking it in as far as your mouth would let you.

Namjoon sucks at your pussy as he puts is hands on your waist. He puts his tongue out, licking around your pussy and taking your juices before moving it up and down and side to side.

You bob your head up and down, feeling Namjoon's member roughly hit the back of your throat. Your tongue licks around him as your hands work hard on his balls and the base of his dick. It is a wonder you got as much as you did in your mouth.

You moan some when you feel Namjoon's tongue begin to penetrate inside you. He licks around and comes in and out. You can feel the heat building inside you as you do not have much longer.

You sway your hips on his face some as he digs his fingers into your sides as he moans into you, which makes you break. You cum all of over his face, causing Namjoon to begin to eagerly lick and suck on your juices.

With you cumming on him his member begins to twitch in your mouth and a few moments later he also cums. You swallow as much of his cum as you can, though due to his big and long cock some leaks out onto your face, dipping off of you.

When you are done swallowing his fluids, you slowly remove your mouth off of his cock. Namjoon spends a few more moments licking up your juices. When he is done, you remove your pussy off of him and slide onto the floor.

"That was amazing" you say. Definitely the best oral sex you have ever had. It makes you wonder what fucking him is like. Just the thought of you to being intimate like that together begins to turn you on again.

"I'm grateful for your help" says Namjoon as he slowly sits up. "It means a lot."

A couple minutes of silence later, Namjoon speaks again.

"I can feel another one coming again."

You stand up, your legs a bit wobbly from your first round. You reach out your hand, which he takes as you pull him up. You kiss him passionately.

"Touch me" you say softly. "Please."

Namjoon slowly reaches down and touches your clit. He rubs it in circles and back and forth, causing you to get a little wet.

"Harder" you demand.

He presses his finger harder into you, before sliding it into you, causing you to moan. He begins to pump his one digit into you before slowly adding a second. His spare hand slides into your shirt and into your bra, caressing and groping your breast. You help him out by sliding your shirt and bra off, becoming fully naked. You reach over and slide his pants and underwear down to his ankles, causing him to slip out of them.

He pulls his fingers out of you, causing you to whimper as he sucks your juices off of them.

"Hmm" he moans as he licks his fingers clean. "You're wet enough now, correct?"

"Yes" you squeak as he slides off his shirt, now fully naked like you. You begin to passionately kiss as you wrap your arms around each other. You begin to lead him to your bedroom as his hands search your body. One hand squeezes your ass as his lips begin to trail down your neck.

He pins you against a wall as his lips travel across your chest and shoulders. He leave hickeys all over you. You become bold and begin to kiss his neck, sucking and biting in the process. You leave a hickey on his neck before pulling away, looking at Namjoon, who is now staring down at you.

"Let's take this to the bedroom, shall we?" you say smirking at him.

He kisses you again as you continue to lead him to your bedroom.

When you get there, he pushes you onto the bed, where you plop before setting yourself up on the bed with your legs open, showing your wet pussy on full display.

Namjoon grimaces in lust. Being in heat made this desirable as is, but looking at you now, ready and willing on your bed, made him realize that all this time, he found you more attractive then he'd let himself admit. He secretly would be happy if you two can keep it up beyond this.

"Do you have condoms here?" he asks.

"Nope" you reply. "And I'm not on birth control either. We just gotta hope for the best."

Feeling his heat going crazy, Namjoon climbs on the bed and over you, placing his hands on either side of you as you wrap your arms around hims back, spreading your legs. You can feel his cock at the entrance of your folds, making you go crazy once again.

"Ready?" he asks one more time, giving you enough time to back out. He could always go back to pleasuring himself in the bathroom if worst comes to worst.

"I'm ready" you say to him, with eyes full of lust and passion. He slowly pushes his cock inside of you.

"So tight" Namjoon says as you grit your teeth. You haven't had sex in so long, but you could get used to living a life like this. Hell, you wouldn't mind at all, having sex with Namjoon once a month, maybe even more. You always thought he was attractive, but you never voiced your attraction out loud.

Once he is fully inside you, he lets your pussy adjust to his massive girth. When you feel ready, you give him a nod.

He pulls part way out, before sliding back into you. He is very slow and gentle with you, but you soon desire more.

"Faster. Harder" you demand.

Namjoon begins picking up pace and force until he is slamming his cock into your pussy again and again. There are such lewd sounds and you can feel his cock harshly pounding into you and you love every bit of it. Namjoon loves how perfectly your walls suck his cock. It is like your pussy, your body, or your bodies, were made for each other.

You wrap your legs around him, pulling him even deeper into you. As he rams deeper and harder into you, you look down to watch him slamming in and out of you. To see your pussy swollen with his enormous and long cock. A cock that somehow manages to fit perfectly inside of your pussy. He rams his cock into you again, causing you to moan.

"Moan like a good girl for me and I'll ruin your pussy even more" says Namjoon.

"Y-yes daddy" you moan out. You don't know where that even came from. Namjoon's hand wraps around your neck.

"What did you say?" he says as he chokes you some.

"Yes daddy."

"Do you need to be punished?"

"Yes daddy" you tease again with a smirk on your face. "The handcuffs are in the nightstand by the way."

"You have handcuffs but not condoms. You're wild."

He stops pounding into you as he reaches over to the drawer. His cock is perfectly fit inside of you as you can feel him on your cervix but you could also tell he was far enough in that his hips met yours. You move your hips around to grind his cock, causing him to hiss and cum into you, filling you. Sadly, the orgasm you were building is fading away. Namjoon pulls out the handcuffs and slides his cock out of you when he's done cumming, making you pout.

"I like you in me" you say.

"Oh you will get plenty more of that" Namjoon teases as he cuffs your ankles to the lower bedpost. He then climbs over you and handcuffs your wrists above your head. He then begins making circles around your clit, just like earlier. He kisses your stomach and begins kissing upwards until his face is in between of your breasts.

He moves his mouth over and begins to suck one of your tits as his free hand gropes the other. You feel yourself being turned back on by all of this as you moan Namjoon's name. Namjoon nibbles, licks, and sucks at your tit as he removes his hand from your clit and moves his cock over, teasing your folds. You whimper, wanting him to fuck you into oblivion. He removes his mouth from your tit with a pop and sucks his finger to taste your precum mixed with his cum which was dripping out of your pussy. He puts his hands on your waist as he moves up to have is face above yours.

"Are you ready do be a good girl so I can ruin you?" Namjoon asks as he teases your pussy with his cock some more.

"Yes daddy" you tease, causing Namjoon to ram his cock deep into you, causing you both to moan.

Namjoon doesn't wait in going hard and fast and he rams his cock repeatedly into you, harder and faster then before. He is like a wild animal that was let loose. He pounds into you as you feel your cervix being abused by his cock. You will definitely feel this tomorrow. A lot. You are screaming and moaning in pleasure at this point as Namjoon lets out some moans and sighs.

He is falling even more in love with this, felling your pussy wrap around him perfectly, hearing your screams and moans, and seeing your tits bounce with every harsh thrust into you. To see you chained up and giving your body to him. He sloppily kisses you, loving the way you taste. He kisses your neck and chest and leaves even more hickeys then before. Everything about you is beautiful.

You are wondering how you haven't ever had sex like this in your life. You are liking Namjoon more and more throughout this entire experience. Namjoon cums into you again, filling your pussy with even more of him. It is a wonder you can fit it all, he continues to thrust until he is done cumming and then he pull out.

"Hey! What the hell?" you exclaim. "I want to cum too!"

"Oh sweety" Namjoon says. "We need to keep this up all night. That's how long my heat will last. I can't have your pussy too sensitive to be fucked after a few rounds of cumming. I want to make this last as long as I can."

"But can you let me orgasm. Please."

"Eventually."

He said it in a teasing tone with a smirk on his face. You role your eyes and look away.

You look over at the clock on your nightstand. 2:00 AM.

"Let's get fucking then" you say.

Namjoon removes the handcuffs from you and puts them back in the nightstand drawer.

"Get on your stomach" Namjoon demands. You roll over onto your stomach. Namjoon hoists your waist up so that you are on your knees and elbows with your head in the pillow. He wants to angle you just right. To see it as he fucks you. He looks over at the long mirror on wall. You look over there as well as he pushes himself back into you.

He begins to thrust again as you feel your face being pushed into the pillow so you add some resistance in your elbows. Your a bit sensitive at this point but you don't care. You just want to help Namjoon through his heat and have some fun along the way. The pain will go away soon.

Namjoon is pounding into you and can see everything. How beautiful your pussy looks taking his long and large cock that he is ramming hard and fast into you. You both like sex this way. This isn't Namjoon's first time having sex, and surely isn't his first time having sex over heat, but this is the best sex he has had so far.

You continue looking at yourself in the mirror and watch Namjoon ramming in and out of you.

"It's beautiful eh" Namjoon says as he pumps his cock harder and faster into you. "Imagine how much I could ruin you and your pussy if we did this more often."

"Well ruin me" you say. "I want you to ruin me."

Namjoon slaps your ass when he hears that.

"Are you going to be a good girl or do I need to punish you again?"

"Punish me daddy" you say in a teasing voice to edge him on, knowing the word 'daddy' is his trigger word.

He slaps your ass again. And again. And again. All the while as he is pounding into you. You moan at his actions as it is building up heat inside of you. When he bends over and begins to bite your shoulder, it is the last straw for you.

You let out a long scream and begin cumming around his cock. You moan and scream his name several times as he is pounding you through your orgasm. With your pussy tightened around his cock and having you cum on him, it doesn't take long for him to cum into you for the third time. He continues ramming into you until the end of both your orgasms. He pulls out again and falls right next to you.

"That was amazing" you say as you roll onto your back, looking at the clock. 4:15 AM. You still have a few more hours. You spend a few minutes catching your breath on the bed, with the only noise being your breathing. "I call being the top this time."

"Aw common Y/N" says Namjoon. "I like being the top."

"Well maybe I can make you like being a bottom as well."

Before you know it, you are sliding down on Namjoon's cock, watching his lewd facial expressions. You grind into him to make him whimper and moan. You look down to see yourself swollen with his cock yet again. His cock tickles your cervix as you grind into him and you moan. You were always rather vocal during sex.

"Why don't you be a good boy this time and let the lady take the drivers seat" you tease as you lean over and put one hand on either side of his shoulders as he wraps hands around your waist.

You begin to move your hips up and down, feeling his cock slide in and out of you. It hurts some but soon the lust takes back over and the pain goes away.

Namjoon soon eases up after the sudden switch and begins to enjoy you pounding your pussy around his cock. His hands grip your sides as you move your hips up and down. Like Namjoon, you are going hard and fast  with lust in your eyes. You sloppily kiss him before moving to his neck, where you leave hickeys all over his neck and chest.

Namjoon begins to push back up into you, turning you on even more.

"Common Joon, you can do me harder than that" you challenge him.

He begins pounding up into you as you are pounding down on him and soon enough he is cumming into you for the fourth time and you help fuck him through it. Quickly after he begins cumming into you, you are cumming around him for the second time of the night. You both fuck each other through it, and when you are done, you collapse on his chest, too tired to pull yourself off his cock and role off.

You look out the window and see the sun is beginning to rise.

"We did it Namjoon" you say as you lay on his muscular chest. "We got you through your heat... I actually didn't mind going raw. I actually prefer it raw."

"Really?" Namjoon replies. "I prefer it raw too." Namjoon lets out a small laugh. "And to be honest with you, that was easily the best sex I ever had."

"Me to Joon. Me too. I wouldn't mind helping next month. And the month after that. And for however long you need me."

"Honestly... After all that... After this month, I don't know if I want you to leave my side."

"What are you saying?"

"I... I like you a lot Y/N. Like a lot. I think I'm getting feelings for you to be honest."

"Really? I like you too Namjoon. I like you a lot too. But... I'm not ready for a relationship right now. My last one ended a few months ago so I'm not ready for another one, but I am open to the idea."

"Lets leave the option open. We can be fuck buddies. Friends with benefits. Whatever, until we figure this out."

"Sounds like a plan" you say, looking up at his face to see his wolf ears are back. You can feel his tail fur poking at your leg. You're definitely too tired to go to your online classes. You just had sex all night. It makes you think of 34+35 by Ariana Grande. And also her song Positions.

Secretly, you both hope you aren't going to be pregnant after this.

[vemuabhi]

Stages of Love

“If I know what love is, it is because of you.”

– Hermann Hesse

Annyong Haseyo!!! Its 26/07 and I wanna say HAPPY BIRTHDAY @holykillercake​ SWAN~~~ I hope you see this. I love you so much!!

Pairing : Killer X Reader

Word count : 1.07K

Genre : Fluff!!! (but mention of alcohol)

Summary : A small scenario of where Reader faces the stages of Love.

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Could it be crush?

Joining the Kidd Pirates wasn’t easy for you. You met the red-haired captain when you were literally in the desperate need of a shelter. No proper clothes, hair being a mess from being on roads for long time, been hungry for days. They could tell that you were miserable. If they didn’t let you join them, you’d have been suffered.

You were made to sit in the kitchen and then a masked man placed a hot meal of food plate in front of you. You cried as you ate it. It wasn’t only because it was delicious, but these pirates, were so kind to you. That made you to swore your life for the crew.

Since then you’ve been on a roll. Taking down thugs, marine other pirates in an instant and making Kidd a bit angry because you not giving him a chance to get into action… Cant help it if you are so damn strong. And… especially, a blond on the ship made you curious. The mask, the amazing cooking, the mysterious aura, the quiet behavior… he was… responsible… which wasn’t seen in most of the Kidd pirates.

Even though you hung out with the rowdy gang all the time, whenever you had to talk to Killer, even though you weren’t looking at him, your concentration was always on him. Even if there was a lot of noise because of the other members, you found yourself listening to him… He never laughed… you observed him. Sometimes, you caught yourself gazing at him as he walked in the corridors of the ship. You could tell if it was him, just by listening to the footsteps. You yourself got creeped out for how much you were observing him.

Could crush turn into Love?

Once the party at the new island, made you to get your ass drunk, which resulted in you, not even able to stand straight. Cursing yourself you tried to hold the door to stand still and walk. Which made you to stumble down and hit the floor. You closed your eyes and sighed.

“Y/N! Don’t sleep here”, Just when you thought to just give up and sleep, a smooth yet deep voice made you to open your eyes in an instant. Looking up, there you saw Killer standing in front of you.

“Oh my! Are you even able to walk? Let me help you”, he said as he held out his hand before you. ‘Angel’, you thought as you smiled and gave him your hand. His hands were much bigger than yours but, they were… warm.

You tried to walk but damn your legs wouldn’t move. ‘Damn just when I could walk back with Killer. Why did this happen?’, you were crying inside because of your situation.

“Cant walk?”, he inquired as his mask faced you. You nodded in response as there was no way you could lie about it.

“Oh, then there is no choice. Let me carry you”, he crouched down before you and continued, “hop on”. Your cheeks flushed red as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and he placed his hands under your thighs. He slowly carried you back to the ship as you used your drunk state as a reason to hug him.

The night was beautiful. The stars were looking pretty and the moon shined as the cool breeze made his hair flutter. That was even making you sleepy, maybe the drink was taking its affect again. “Your hair is so soft Killer”, you whispered but he heard it.

After reaching the ship, he placed you on your bed as you slept soundly. He closed the door behind him as he left your room. Placing an arm on his heart while the other laced with the blond strands. ‘Thanks. I maintain it more because of you’, he thought as he headed over to his cabin, smiling under his mask.

Could we both fall in love?

You groaned as you woke up. The sun light made you to squint your eyes. Throwing open the door, you walked out of the room. Reaching the Kitchen made you to meet the masked blond cooking food, which brought a smile to your face.

“As now you are up, wanna eat this new dish I tried making. I could use some review”, he said as you nodded and sat on the chair. He placed the food before you. Your mouth watered as you looked at it.

“Thanks for the food”, you said as you took your first bite. Your eyes widened as the flavour hit your tongue.

“Is it okay?”, he asked curiously, clearly worried about the taste.

“Its delicious Killer. Cant believe its your first time cooking this”, you said as you continued to eat it. “The texture is good. Its not too oily. And the spices are perfect”.

He exhaled in relief and sat infront of you as his shoulders relaxed. “You are lying when you say you aren’t the cook of the ship, your lover would be so lucky”, you compliment as he blushed under his mask.

“St.. Stop. That’s enough”, he mumbled as he tried to look away from you. For some reason, your confidence was getting a full on boost. You couldn’t hold yourself back and continued, “No, I’m telling the truth. If I were your lover, I’d be over the moon”. Then silence fell over the place. Making it awkward.

‘Was it a bit too much?’, you thought.

“I… Killer actually-”

“Do you mean it?”, he asked cutting your sentence in between. You took a deep breath and said, “Yes. I meant every word I said”. He stood up from his place and replied, “Its too late to take it back”, he leaned as his mask touched your face. As if… that was a kiss…

He gasped as you smiled playfully at him. “Damn, I wanted this to be so smooth. I forgot that I even had a mask on”, he said as he sat back down on his chair.

“I beg to differ. That was one of the cutest things which ever happened in this universe and no one can change my mind”, you said as you stood up and walked towards him.

You placed your hands around his neck and kissed his mask again. This made his cheeks turn red.

“Ah, you are so cute”

“Stop saying I’m cute”

“So cute and adorable”

“Stop it!”

“Cute~~~~”

This is love at last…

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[angywritesstuff]

Then I met you- Part 1

Summery: your life as never been easy until you met him.

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Reader/ Matt Casey & Reader

*not my gif*

You opened the house door with a loud bang scaring Matt that was focused on drinking his coffee.

He wasn’t a morning person unlike what everyone else thought, he needed his morning coffee like he needed air and he needed to drink it in total silence, not even a “Good morning” before his coffee. But today you didn’t care.

“Hmmm what got you so happy this morning, it’s like 7 am. Where were you” Matt eyed you suspiciously

“There was mail” - you smile while showing the mail - “guess who is a licensed paramedic?”

You grinned proudly; Matt looked perplexed for a second, sign that he hadn’t had the right amount of coffee yet.

“Wait you got your license? Oh my god, Y/N I’m so proud of you. I knew you could do it”

He hugged you so tightly you almost couldn’t breathe, his hugs had always been so warm. One thing was sure Matthew Casey gave the best hugs in the world.

“Did they assign you yet? Because we don’t have a permanent one since Foster left. I could speak to Boden, I’m sure-“

“Matt, they gave me 51 already, but” -you knew he was going to be excited, he had wanted you at his house since you told him you wanted to get certified. You weren’t so sure on the other hand

“This is going to be amazing, everyone is going to love you, I’m sure”- he was so happy and you didn’t want to spoil it for him, you really didn’t but...

“Matt I don’t think this is a good idea”- you said while nail biting. There you go.... he wasn’t smiling anymore and you hated yourself for it.

“Why not? It’ll be amazing, I’ll be able to see you more this way, if you go to work in another house we won’t get that much time together”

He wanted you to change your mind, you knew this conversation was going to happen as soon as you saw what firehouse they gave you.

“Working together... Matt I don’t know, people will think I got the spot at 51 because of you. And beside... you’ll be my captain, wouldn’t it be weird”

The one thing you were sure was that you couldn’t lose Matt. The mere idea terrified you.

“Then we don’t tell anyone, I can even pretend I don’t know you if you want”

He was so adamant to have you there and you didn’t think you could have said no for much longer.

“Really?”- you said while smiling at him.

“Of course, whatever you need”- Matt stroke your cheek before wrapping his arms around you.

This was where you felt safe: in Matt’s arms, while he kissed your head... this was your safe space.

Your life has never been easy and then you met Matt Casey.

He had never asked you for anything, always ready to help you, to give you whatever you need.

And you knew that his insistence to have you at his firehouse was not only because 51 was the best, but also because 51 was his house and he would have been able to make sure you were safe.

He had never asked you for anything but he was asking for this now. So you couldn’t say no.

“Ok then Captain Casey”

His smile was like sunshine

“Welcome to 51 Y/N Morgan... let’s go to work then?”

“Separately...” you warn him

“That’s not very environment friendly” he smirked knowing he got you, even before your answer.

“Fine... but you leave me a few blocks away”

“Deal!”

You were so scared but you couldn’t wait to go to work at the same time.

While walking the few blocks from the firehouse, you couldn’t stop thinking about your first day: how was your first call going to be? Would you be up to it? You didn’t want to disappoint anyone and in particular you didn’t want to disappoint Matt. would everyone really welcome you with open armed?

No one knew you existed; you had never met them and this had been the reason of one of the few fights you’ve had with Matt: he wanted you to meet his friends, they were basically his family but you had never said yes. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, you were scared, scared they wouldn’t like you, scared that would ruin your relationship with Matt. You didn’t make friends easily, you were shy and needed a lot of time before opening up and people didn’t want to waste a lot of their time with you usually. So you said no.

Because you knew that if things didn’t go well with Casey’s friends it would come a time for Matt to choose and you knew he wouldn’t choose you. Nobody ever did.

You were at the firehouse and you couldn’t make yourself go in.

Did you make the right choice? Yo could still go back, tell the chief you weren’t feeling well and choose another house, a house that didn’t have the potential to destroy the relationship with the only persone that was still in your corner.

You were ready to leave when someone stopped you.

“You must be the new paramedic”- said a blonde girl, while smiling. She seemed nice.

“Yeah that’s me. I’m Y/N Morgan”

“I’m Sylvie Brett, I’m with you on ambo. Come, I’ll introduce you to everyone else”

You followed her into the firehouse, your heart was in your mouth and all you could think about was making sure to avoid an anxiety attack. That would make a good first impression for sure.

“Guys this is our new paramedic, Y/N Morgan. Y/N this is everyone”- Sylvie said once in the common room.

“Hi everyone”- you felt like a kid during the first day of school.

“Y/N welcome to 51, I’m Chief Boden”- a tall man told you and you could have guessed he was the chief even if he hadn’t tell you, you could feel a sense of power and confidence coming off him -“I’m glad you choose our firehouse. This is my Captain Matt Casey and my two lieutenants Kelly Severide and Christopher Hermann; whatever you need let us know”

“Thank you chief”- you could feel a lot of eyes on you but only a pair of green one felt like they were burning you.

You look at lieutenant Severide for a second and he literally took your breath away: beautiful was the only word that could describe him. You decided not to linger on that thought, you knew you couldn’t.

You were ready to talk when...

-Ambulance 61 person I distress 703 Throop Street-

“Well it’s an early day I guess”- Sylvie said.

“Good luck”- told you Matt, you smiled, put your bag down and followed Brett, ‘an early day indeed’

“Ok, I know first days can be hard, so try to breath and I’m sure you’re gonna be amazing”- she was so nice you wanted to cry.

“Let’s hope so”- you took a deep breath and got out of the ambulance

“Hey over here”- a women called you

You followed her to the house where there was a little girl on the couch crying in pain.

“She’s throw up everything she ate and now she is lying over there”- said the mother

“Hey Kailey”- sai Brett before starting to look at the kid-“How long has she been like this?”- she asked

“A while”- answered the father

Sylvie looked at you -“Pupils are dilated, this isn’t a stomach each, she’s high”

“What type of candy did she eat?”- you asked, hoping Brett wouldn’t get mad you had spoken up

“I don’t know, regular stuff? Gummy bears, M&M”- it was clear the mother didn’t believe you

“She must have gotten into my stash “”- said the father

The girl cried in pain - “She’s seizing, drop one milligram of Versed”- told you Brett while the parents kept fighting

“One milligram of Versed”- you said before going near the kid

“Do you want me to do it?”- asked Brett

“No I can do it, hold her tightly “- you said while giving the dose

“So, how was our new recruit’s first call?”- asked Matt as soon as you and Brett were back at the firehouse

“It was ok”- you shrugged your shoulders avoiding Matt’s eyes

“She did good”- Sylvie said smiling

“I didn’t do much”

“I have ridden with paramedic that didn’t even know which one was the Versed believe me you did good”

“Thank you”- you could see Matt smiling out of the corner of your eye

“Beside we stopped at the grocery store before coming back, someone is cooking for us” - Sylvie squeezed your shoulder before going into the firehouse.

“So everything went ok?”-Matt asked once Sylvie was gone

“For now. Sylvie is nice”

“Yeah she is”- Matt smiled and you smirked

“Help me get the grocery inside?”- you asked

“Sure, what are you making?”

“Well now why should I tell you?”

“Because you love me”- he said

“Meh, I wouldn’t be so sure”- you said laughing

“You’re so mean, I’ll remember this when-“

“Do you need help”- someone interrupted Matt

Lieutenant Severide was a few steps behind you two, his hands in his squad jacket, shoulder resting on the truck. You didn’t know if he heard you and Matt and you weren’t even sure how to feel if he did. You knew he was Matt’s best friend, Matt talked a lot about him and you knew he was the one Matt had the most trouble keeping secrets from.

“Lieutenant”- you said smiling and you were sure your cheeks were red. Great!

“No formalities, you can call me Severide”- fuck if he didn’t have a great smile too... you were in so much trouble

Forgive me if there are mistakes, English is not my first language and I didn’t have the time to edit this for now but I wanted to post it and give it a shot.

[bangchanstudio]

Never Have I Ever | Changbin (2/?)

pairing: seo changbin x fem! reader

genre: university au, awkward friends to ? something more?, smut, mild angst, dom!changbin tendencies?, oral (giving)

tw: sex..ish

word count: 4.6k

ch.one // ch.three

synopsis: you couldn’t for the life of you remember what the fuck happened at the party that made Changbin avoid you like the plague. your friends clearly succeed in their quest to get you drunk, but now you’re left wondering what happened after you went into that room with Changbin. It bothered you so much that you ended up at his door step in the middle of the night looking for clarity, instead you found yourself in other shit.

note: again, i don’t know what the fuck i’m doing, but i hope you like it! I’m going to start a taglist for this, if you want to be added let me know in the tags or send me a message!

“What the hell was that?” No one would look at you.

Seungmin was sipping on his iced peach tea looking rather interested in his nails, Jinnie was clearing his throat and touching up his face in his little compact mirror, Felix was playing god knows what on his phone and Jisung was just straight up staring at the ceiling.

“Hello?” You said, snapping your fingers in everyone’s face. “Is no one going to answer?”

Seungmin looked at Jinnie, who in turn looked at Felix who just shrugged before saying, “She’ll find out eventually.”

“What will she find out eventually? That my friends are all backstabbing assholes? Well, she already knows that!” You massaged your temple remembering the events of the night before. Never have I ever, admitting your secrets, sitting on Changbin’s lap, and then worse: getting locked in the bedroom with him watching explicit videos before being allowed freedom. There was something else… but your mind was too fuzzy to remember exactly what.

Frustrated you reached for your phone that was face down on the cafe table, mumbling about how unfair all of this was.

Jisung sighed before wrapping his arms around your shoulders, snuggling his cheek to yours, “Don’t be upset, (Y/N). We were just trying to have a little fun.”

Out of all of your friends, the one you couldn’t ever be mad at was Jisung. There was just something about him that made you want to protect him, he was funny and sweet. He was always the first one to notice when you were upset and made it his personal life goal to make you smile. While, you had never been mad at him before, you were pretty close to being mad at him now.

“Fun at the expense of my sanity?” You pouted accepting Ji’s hug and snuggled into the crook of his neck. Your eyes locked on Hyunjin’s who was seated across from you, his beautiful chocolate brown eyes that looked lighter today. They were loud and calculating. You could tell he was, for once, thinking of what he should say.

“Yes, because your sanity is exactly what I plan on destroying.” He smirked his mean girl smile before excusing himself for his next class.

One by one everyone left until it was just you and your laptop. There was an empty word document pulled up on half the screen and the other half was displaying the most recent chapter of Freaking Romance webtoon. Studying wasn’t your strong suit and neither was focusing on a single task for more than a few minutes at a time.

“What an asshole,” You mumbled to your screen, clicking your pen ferociously.

“Oi,” Chan greeted before dumping a textbook on the table startling you and causing the pen you were beating to fall to the floor.

Reaching over to grab it another hand beat you to it. You looked up and came face to face with Changbin.

“Shit,” you said. You tried sitting up straight too quickly and bumped heads with him on the way up, “I’m so sorry.”

Idiot! Why are you being so jumpy? You scolded yourself, rubbing the top of your head that clashed with Changbin’s. Your cheeks turned red as the memory of you sitting on his lap last night came rushing back. The way his eyebrow raised when you drank to kissing a girl, the way his eyes fixated on yours as you drank to “Never have I ever thought of someone else while having sex”, the way his hands clenched in his jacket pockets up on the rooftop, to following him into the bedroom to watch p*rn, to… what else happened? Your memory was still too fuzzy to recall anything other than his back as you followed him into the bedroom. The feeling of a memory being just out of reach annoyed you.

“I just came to give this back,” Chan said placing the book he borrowed next to your laptop. It was Hermann Hesse’s “Demian”, you let Chan borrow it at the start of summer, you honestly thought he had lost it or threw it away.

“It took you six months to read one book? I thought you threw it away or something.” You laughed, flipping through your old book remembering when you had read it for the very first time. Now, it smelled like Chan’s room. “Anyways, what happened last night? I don’t remember much just waking up on the couch, but no one was home.”

Under normal circumstances and to normal friend groups that might not have been the weirdest thing, but to your friends that was abnormal. Everyone knew the passcode to your apartment and you often found one or multiple of the guys there unexpectedly. When you had your get togethers everyone stayed over, always, at least until noon the following day or whenever you had classes. This morning was the first time you woke up after a party to an empty place.

“Oh, we just-“ Chan started before being interrupted by Changbin dragging him away by his backpack. You weren’t sure, since his cap was hiding his face like usual, but you could have sworn his face was… red.

“Sorry (Y/N) we’re late for something and I gotta steal this guy.” Changbin shouted before rushing out the door, Chan practically fell over in the process.

Well, that was weird.

—

Changbin was avoiding you, again. This time you knew for sure he was avoiding you. It had been 2 weeks since your get together and anytime he so much as spotted you within a 20-foot radius he would turn on his heels and disappear. No matter how hard you pushed for someone to tell you something, no one budged. Everyone insisted that you both went into the room, watched one video and that was the end of that. If that were true then why was Changbin avoiding you like the plague?

Was he really that freaked out over watching some vanilla p*rn?

“(Y/N), can I ask you something?” Chan was cooking breakfast in the kitchen while you finished citing your sources for Lit.

“Mm?”

“You know Changbin likes you, right?”

Your fingers stopped typing, eyes snapping over to Chan from the table, “He what?”

Chan came around placing a small plate of eggs and toast in front of you before taking a seat. “Changbin likes you.”

Maybe smoking really was bad for you after all. “I’m sorry, what did you say? I thought I heard you say that Changbin likes me.”

A nervous laughed left your lips as you sipped at your morning coffee. The warmth soothing your building nerves.

Chan was giving you that look again. The one where he lets you see the honesty in his eyes and on his face. He was really handsome, like really handsome. Even though you started out having a crush on him, that quickly faded into pure platonic love for him after the first few months of being friends. He was too kind and pure for you after all. Chan was good; you doubted you were. No matter how much you searched his face, his eyes, his lips for a twitch or some kind of giveaway that he was lying, anything.

There was nothing. 
He was telling the truth.

“Seo Changbin, likes you.” Chan said, emphasizing every single word as if to get it through your thick skull.

You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head, “If that were true, then why is he avoiding me?” You didn’t mean to sound so annoyed, especially when it wasn’t even Chan whom you were annoyed with, you couldn’t help it. Part of you felt like this whole party had been a set up just to embarrass you.

Chan raked his hands through his hair in mild annoyance, but he usually wasn’t one to get annoyed in the first place so any time he displayed any type of annoyance it made you flinch. “I don’t know, (Y/N), why don’t you just ask him?”

That was a lie.

The blinking of the line where you left off typing was your only source of distraction. You didn’t want to look up. Why am I like this?, you thought, just talk to Changbin. Stop making things awkward.

—

It was late probably close to midnight. Your whole day was spent contemplating Chan’s words, flipping them around and upside down. Picking them apart and putting them back together to form “Changbin likes you.” Before you realized what you were doing you found yourself outside of Changbin’s apartment. He transferred a week into the semester which is why he wasn’t placed with one of the guys.

“Can I help you?” You jumped as a tall guy appeared seemingly out of nowhere. He had a backpack slung over his shoulder and textbooks in the other.

“Oh, s-sorry, I was just looking for a friend.” You stuttered waving to the door.

“Does this friend have a name?”

“Changbin.”

The guy nodded telling you to follow him inside the apartment. He said something about it not being wise to leave a girl out in the cold. After you stepped into the warm apartment you were grateful. Your thoughts had consumed you to the point of not even grabbing a jacket when you left your place. He said his name was Sam and that he was going to be gone that night, so to feel free to stay over. You blushed and told him he was mistaking the situation. Sam seemed nice enough.

He called out for Changbin as he walked into his room.

“I’m in the shower!” You heard Changbin call out.

“There’s someone here to see you!” Sam called back.

“Be out in a sec!”

Sam gave you kind smile, “Make yourself at home, I just came to get change of clothes.”

He was in and out of his room in seconds, leaving you alone in the quiet apartment, the only sound coming from the shower. Changbin had music playing in the bathroom and you sat nervously on the couch, scolding yourself for coming here in the first place.

It’s not like you planned to confess your feelings for him. Maybe you just wanted things to go back to the way they were, back to those long afternoons in your high school hideout where everyone laughed and cried together. Where you fought and made up. Where you did homework and tried cheap drugs together. Back to when you didn’t fear holding onto Changbin, in that dark forest, because you trusted him with your life.

The click of the bathroom door opening broke through your thoughts.

“Oh, it’s you.” Changbin was shirtless, with only joggers and a towel wrapped around his shoulders. You tried to avert your gaze as fast as possible, biting your lip to keep yourself from squealing, your face flushed. How could he be so hot? His arms looked bigger than Chan’s now, and his chest could no undoubtedly be dubbed the eighth wonder of the world. “What are you doing here?”

“I just… came to see you.” Great response. There was no way you could stay here, “Maybe I should come back later, I didn’t realize it was this late. Honestly, I’m not even sure how I ended up here…”
 “No, it’s okay. You can stay.” Changbin said stepping closer before realizing he was still half naked. He lifted his towel from around his shoulders to dry his hair, “Wait here, I’m just going to grab a shirt.”

When he came back he offered you a glass of water, apologizing for not having anything better like tea or coffee.

“It was my roommates turn to do the grocery shopping but he’s pre-med and forgets shit easily.” He said from the opposite side of the couch.

You sat cross legged facing him from your side. Just being this close to him gave you those annoying butterflies in your tummy. Changbin mindlessly flipped through the channels of the TV before deciding on a horror movie.

“So… why are you really here?” You were expecting the question from the moment you stepped foot into the apartment, but still hadn’t worked out a decent answer. Changbin turned to face you straight on for the first time that night.

His face was unreadable, the way it usually was. Damp hair, dark eyes, fresh skin.

“I came to ask… if I did something wrong at the party?” The surprise was clear on his face, he wasn’t expecting that. “I don’t really remember anything after we walked into the room other than what we were suppose to do. And well, I feel like you’ve sort of been avoiding me since then. I know we don’t really talk anymore, but it just seemed like you were actively avoiding me these days… I just thought maybe there was a reason.. ?”

Changbin searched your face before looking down and smirking. “You really don’t remember anything? Like.. at all?”

You shook your head, the worry in your chest building. What if you said something pervy or worse, tried to seduce him? The thought made you visibly shake.

“Nope, nothing.”

He shrugged, “We watched porn. You chose. It was a pretty good video. After that I left and you stayed.”

Something still felt off, there was still something missing. While, you didn’t know Changbin’s tells as well as you did Chan’s, you still felt as if he was holding something back, “Really? That’s what Seungmin told me but I just feel like there’s something missing.”

You squinted, and spaced out before bring the glass of water up to your teeth and tapping it slightly against them.

The only memories that seemed to comeback were feelings of heat and something grabbing your jaw…

“Oh my fuck!” You shouted as a blood curling scream echoed from the movie scaring you half way to death. The mostly full glass of water you just had was now empty in your lap, your white t-shirt and jeans soaked. “Shit, I’m so sorry.”

Changbin laughed as he got up and helped you, taking the glass off of your lap and placing it on the side table.

“Why are you apologizing to me? You’re the one who’s drenched. Come here, I’ll let you borrow some clothes.” You followed Changbin into his room. It was painted a dark grey and decorated with the basics: a bed, desk, recording equipment — of course — and a laptop. There was something else on his desk that caught your attention.

It was your high school Photo ID card, senior year.

“You still have this?” You asked smiling and turning to show him the card. It was customary for friends to trade Photo ID cards at the end of school years, usually middle schoolers and high schoolers did so. There was no particular reason why you gave yours to Changbin other than the fact that he was the first one to ask you for it. Jisung pouted for days afterwards, but you reminded him he had your junior year ID card. He still didn’t give it up easily.

Changbin’s cheeks turned a light pink, “Oh, yeah. It’s cute.”

“Didn’t really take you for the sentimental type.” You mumbled bitterly before placing the card back on his desk.

“What is that suppose to mean?” There was hurt in his voice.

When did he step closer?

“I just figured you weren’t that sentimental…” You trailed off distracting yourself with looking around his room, anywhere but at him. “You didn’t seem to care.”

The words slipped out before you could swallow them. You squeezed your eyes shut, exhaling. “Maybe I should just go. Coming here was a bad idea.”

You tried brushing past him but he caught your wrist with a tight grip. He didn’t pull you back, but he didn’t let you go either.

“I’m sorry… for leaving.”

Your eyes widened in shock.

The truth was, it wasn’t all his parents fault. He could have stayed if he wanted to, but he didn’t. You didn’t find that out until later though, one night when Jinnie was too drunk for his own good and was scolding you for not trying to move on. He called it the worst break up to never exist. Whatever that was suppose to mean. There was no hiding your true feelings from your friends, they all knew you were in love with Changbin, even if you were too stubborn to admit it to yourself. It was stupid, you were nothing to Changbin, he didn’t have a reason to stay in the first place.

“The truth is, I was scared of falling in love with you… so I ran away.” His grip tightened around your wrist, you wondered if maybe he’d cut your circulation.

His words made your heart sink.

“Am I really that terrible, that you’d rather leave than want me?” Your voice was small, the tears you were trying so desperately to keep at bay were blurring your vision. Your fists were clenched tight, you could feel your nails leaving moon marks on your palms.

“I was scared of hurting you, (Y/N). That’s why. There are things about me that you don’t know, things I’ve never shared with anyone. Things I’ve done that I’m not proud of. Things that could have hurt you, things that could have put you in danger. Not only you but everyone else too.” His voice was so full of pain, all you wanted to do was take it away.

You turned to face him, he was breathing a little heavier, and his voice was shaking. In that moment it was as if you were scared teenagers again.

“You didn’t have to push us away like that, Changbin. We could have helped you, we could have come up with a plan or—“ You weren’t sure what he meant by putting you all in danger but you knew if you were all together, there was nothing that could stop you. “Why didn’t you let us in?”

The tears spilled over, running down your cheeks, your voice was weak. You covered your mouth with your freehand closing your eyes trying to center yourself again, trying desperately to get a hold of yourself. There was nothing worse than letting people see you cry.

“I didn’t realize..” Changbin didn’t finish his sentence, instead he pulled you to his chest wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in the crook of your neck, “I’m so sorry for hurting you.”

He was warm.. he always was. You could feel his heartbeat racing, and his breathing hitch as if he was trying to hold back his feelings too.

You hid your face in his chest, sobs escaping your lips, fists clenched on the hem of his t-shirt. Minutes passed; it felt like hours. Neither of you spoke a word, instead the room was echoed with your small sniffles. The sound of Changbin’s heartbeat returned to normal after awhile and you felt like you could sleep for days after that long cry.

“Sorry for crying,” It took you a minute to find your voice, “I think I’m going crazy.”

Changbin brushed your hair to the side, “Stop apologizing. It’s okay. I’m the one who is sorry.”

You looked up at him, still with his arms around you. His eyes were soft and mesmerizing, they reminded you of home. His lips were also pretty and plump, you wanted so desperately to feel them against your own. Just once…

Before you could stop yourself you reached on your tip-toes to meet Changbin’s lips. They were softer than you imagined, like silk or cream. He tensed under your touch before you felt him relax and close his eyes. His hands at the small of your back pushed your body closer to his, your still wet t-shirt making you shiver.

Or was it his touch that made you tremble?

You brought your hands up to his hair, fluffy and soft from being air dried. What started out as a sweet and small kiss soon turned into a deeper and hungrier affair. Your were starting to moan slightly into his mouth when he pulled back.

“I didn’t realize this is what kissing you would feel like.” He breathed, pupils dilated, his breathing was shallow. “Can we keep doing this?”

You nodded pulling him back into your lips, teeth teasing his bottom lip, you felt him smile. Changbin walked you both backwards before finding the edge of his mattress and sitting on it, back to the headboard.

The wet of your clothes was making you shake so you unzipped your pants and pulled them down, kicking them to the side. There was a tshirt folded up on Changbin’s night stand that you grabbed pulling it over your head and on top of your wet one. Then you pulled your arms into your wet one taking it off without revealing yourself to him any more than you already had.

“Nice trick,” Changbin laughed as you discard the wet t-shirt. His fit you big like a mini dress, you felt cute in it brushing your hair behind your ear. “Come here.”

He grabbed your hand, pulling you onto his lap. His body was warm and strong. You felt shy straddling him and couldn’t help burying your face in his shoulder and squealing.

“What are we doing?” You whined making Changbin laugh, the vibrations of his chest running through your hands.

“Whatever you want, baby.” He chimed.

You straighten immediately, “Baby? Since when am I baby?”

“Ever since you made your way onto my lap.” He was so cocky, it turned you on.

His lips crashed on yours with more fever than before, his hands gripping your cold thighs before making their way up and squeezing your ass. He moaned at the feeling of his hands on your skin, the sound was sweet and filled your ears with pleasure. His tongue teased your lips before you granted him access to meet yours, teasing him with your tongue before letting him dominate. You giggled at the sensation, making him laugh too.

“What?” He asked his voice getting lower and raspier, you could hear the smirk in it. “Do you like it when I win?”

“Maybe.” You confessed. You weren’t exactly a full dom, but for Changbin all you wanted was to be a sub. You laid your head on his shoulder, catching your breath. He grabbed your jaw forcing you look him in the eyes.

“What do you want me to do, baby?” His fingers were rough against the skin of your jaw, your eyes wide at the motion. His eyes were so dark, so lusty, so hungry for you. “If you tell me to stop—.”

You shook your head viciously, “No, it’s okay. I wa—“ You stopped yourself from sounding so desperate, what the hell was wrong with you.

“What do you want, baby, come on.. don’t be shy.” Fuck, his voice was so sexy saying those words.

You closed your eyes trying to control your lust.

Bad move. Changbin squeezed your jaw harder with his hand. “Look at me when I talk to you.”

Look at me when I talk to you.

Suddenly, your memory came rushing back from the night of the party. You remembered watching the video, getting hot. Changbin saying how pretty your lips would look around his cock. The way he slipped his fingers in your mouth and your tongue wrapping around them. The way he held your jaw in place as he threatened to dominate you.

How badly you wanted to taste him.

You opened your eyes with new hunger pouring out of them.

“Didn’t you say something about wanting to see my pretty lips around your cock back at the party?” You asked knowingly. Changbin looked at you in shock, his jaw opening before composing himself.

“Did my hand bring back your memory?” He asked cooly.

You nodded biting your lip. “Do you want me show you?”

His bulge had been growing since the moment he saw you in your wet white t-shirt.

“I’ll take whatever you give.” Changbin said making himself comfortable against his pillows.

You moved off of his lap and wasted no time in pushing his joggers and boxers down his thighs, exposing his hard, warm cock. You tried hiding the surprise on your face but nothing got past Changbin.

“What? Like what you see?” He asked raising an eyebrow.

“It’s nice.” You admitted before taking him in your hand, testing the waters. He was bigger than you thought, thicker and longer. You were confident in your skills at sucking someone off but you actually wondered if you could even take all of him in your mouth.

Guess there was only one way to find out.

“Fuck, baby that feels so good.” Changbin hummed, his hand taking a fistful of your hair trying to guide you. He definitely did not fit in your mouth, but what didn’t fit was compensated by your hands. You hollowed your cheeks, always mindful of your teeth. Your tongue swirled around the tip before taking as much of him in as you could. You looked up to find Changbin watching you, making eye contacted just made you wet your panties even more so than they already were. His hips bucked into your mouth making you gag. The sensation causing Changbin to throw his head back, releasing a string of curses under his breath and mentions of how pretty you looked.

You took him out of your mouth with a pop to take a breath, but kept the pace with your hands.

“Do my lips look as pretty as you imagined?” You asked, innocently batting your eyelashes. The move was slutty but it made you feel sexy.

“So much better than I could have imagined.” He groaned in pleasure as you took him in again, deep, gagging, “Fuck, you really are good at this.”

“Mmm.” You mused, the vibrations making him buck his hips into your mouth again.

You could taste his sweet precum start to spill out the sides of your mouth, and your jaw started to ache but that didn’t stop you from sucking and licking his length. You could tell he was getting close to his peak by the way his breathing started to shallow out, the way his hips seemed to buck more frequently. His moans coming faster and louder.

Before he could break, he yanked you off of him by your hair, the pain rushing through you.

“Fuck! Changbin, what the hell was that for?” You shouted rubbing your scalp. 
 “I was about to spill in your mouth,” He said as if he was doing you a favor.

“You could have just said so!”

“Shh!!” Changbin said covering your mouth with the hand that was previously tied up in your hair. You squinted your eyes at him, but then you heard the front door click and footsteps approaching Changbin’s open door.

“Hey Changbin, sorry for stopping by so late but could you do me a fav— holy shit!” Chan shouted covering his eyes and turning around. “Shit I— I’m so sorry!”

It would have been easy to hid what you were doing if it wasn’t for your face being so close to Changbin’s lap still and his dick hanging out.

“Chan, what the fuck!” You shouted throwing a pillow at him.

“What?! How was I suppose to know you were here?” He asked defensively, flinching from the pillow but still facing the opposite direction.

“Get out!”

“Yeah sorry, oh my god. I’m leaving, fuck this. You guys are crazy. You avoid each other like the plague one minute then I walk in on this.” Chan muttered to himself all the way to the front door.

You and Changbin stared at each other processing what the hell just happened. Well, what the hell just happened in it’s entirety.

“What the fuck..” Changbin said, cracking in to a smile first and laughing.

“What the fuck.” You echoed laughing harder, still in shock of your best friend walking in on you sucking a guy off.

But not just any guy,

You just sucked off Seo Changbin.

[like-the-wings-of-butterflies]

Pamper (Platonic!Queen x Reader)

Summary: The boys bring comfort during that time of the month

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1335

Requested By: @foxinaforestofstars - Hey there! I've spent the last week reading all your Queen fics and I adore your writing! So, I was wondering if I could request something platonic with the dear boys: Reader is on her period and the cramps are so bad she's barely able to move, covered in cold sweat and throwing up and the boys are taking care of her because it hurts them to see reader in pain. Thanks in advance!

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I get severe menstrual pains so much of this is written from my own experiences but I completely understand that it’s different for everyone. Personally I think this is one of my worst fics because I haven’t written anything in well over a month but I’m hoping that this is similar to what you had in mind!

(Also in light of J.K R*****g’s repeated transphobic behaviours and the T***p Administration’s reversal of trans health protections, just a friendly reminder that this blog is a safe space and this post is for everyone who menstruates! Men, women, nonbinary people, literally anyone. I won’t hesitate to destroy terfs on sight :) )

Feedback is always appreciated! ♡

“(Y/N)?” Roger called, letting himself into your apartment with the spare key you kept hidden under the doormat. For midday your kitchen and living room was incredibly dark, the curtains still drawn from the previous night “Sorry for barging in but you didn’t pick up when I called.” He continued, peering around as he quietly made his way to your bedroom. “I was in the area anyway so I just thought I’d check in.”

He couldn’t say what he was expecting, but it sure wasn’t this. There you were, hunched over on the edge of your bed, one hand on your stomach and the other holding your head.

“Shit (Y/N) are you alright?” Roger gasped, snapping into action and running to your pyjama clad form. Kneeling on the floor in front of you, he gently lifted your chin with his fingers when you didn’t respond. Brushing the unkept hair out of your face, he smiled sympathetically at your bloodshot eyes and shimmering skin, a product of the silvery tears and sweat rolling down your face from the searing pain that found itself in your abdomen.

With short quick breaths and a waiver in your voice you whispered “No I’m fine Rog, it’s just that time of the month you know?” You quickly wiped away the emerging tears that were threatening to fall and plastered on the most superficial of smiles, “No need to worry about me, I can take care of myself.”

He stared at you disapprovingly, shaking his head lightly, “I don’t doubt that but I don’t want to leave you here on your own either.”

“Roger I promise you I-“

“Did you want me to call the others?” Roger queried, seemingly unimpressed with your stubbornness by the way he interrupted you, “We can help out if you like?”

Although both of you knew that you didn't have much of a say in the matter, he allowed you to mull over the offer for a moment, reassuringly running his hands up and down your arms. Caving into his persistence, you nodded your head silently and watched as his face lit up with a smile. Quickly, he leant up and placed a quick kiss upon your forehead before lifting himself from the ground.

“I’ll be right back.” He vowed, running off into the living room to call Freddie, John and Brian. Part of you felt that you would be wasting their time and being selfish, but deep down you knew you’d drop everything in an instant if any of them were unwell and needed taking care of. The day would pass by far sooner and their company alone would ease the torment your body was putting you through.

You didn’t realise how excited you were until the remaining three boys bounded through the apartment door. While you expected their bright and energetic selves, you were met hastily with sympathetic and worried eyes upon seeing your bundled up frame. Roger had managed to get you to lie down in the comforts of your bedsheets and you wasted no time in curling yourself up into a nest of sorts, basking in the warmth that it provided.

With all four of them together, they quickly decided that Brian and Roger would go out to gather ingredients for the lunch that you hadn’t yet eaten while John and Freddie stayed to help you out where they could.

You and Freddie weren’t exactly shy when it came to physical affection with one another. You were the kind of friends that found comfort in innocent intimacy, holding hands and cuddling one another being a common occurrence. So when he offered to massage your stomach, you couldn’t accept fast enough. As you lied flat on your back, Freddie sat on the edge of the bed beside you, running his warm hands across your skin and soothing the aches that you fell victim to each and every month.

“Look at the positives my dear,” He mused with a gentle smile, brushing his thumb across your navel, “at least you’re not pregnant.”

“Right now I almost wish I was,” You replied jokingly, a puff of laughter escaping your lips. “I’d do anything if it meant this would stop.”

Right on cue, John manoeuvred his way around your bedroom door with a tray in his hands, “I made you some peppermint tea.” He announced cheerfully, placing the tray onto your bedside table, “Veronica asks for it often when she’s feeling like this, it helps her so I’m hoping it’ll help you too.” He confided, patiently waiting for you to sit up. Freddie wrapped an arm around your waist and gently lifted you so your back was leaning against his chest while John gathered one of the daintily painted teacups and handed it to you. Ever the considerate, he handed a second cup he made to Freddie and then grabbed a third cup he made for himself and clinked it against yours; joining in on Freddie’s and your quiet chatter, so you wouldn’t have to drink alone.

With your mind at ease as a result of the comforting tea and Freddie’s soothing movements, you found your eyes growing heavy and a warm humming sensation settled it’s way into your body. Before long, John and Freddie’s voices grew quieter as you indulged in the rest you so desperately needed.

When you awoke, a bright shade of orange flooded through your bedroom window. Hues of reds and yellows painting the ceiling in the most beautiful display. The pain in your abdomen had long subsided and you instead found yourself in the less sufferable state of deep fatigue. You squinted your eyes with a hand to your face as you adjusted to the light before making out the shillouette of Brian in the corner of the room. He sat perched in the armchair positioned next to the window, a cascade of curls falling around his face as he peered down at the book in his grasp. ‘Steppenwolf’ it read, by Hermann Hesse. Completely engrossed, he didn’t notice you were awake until you let out an audible yawn.

“Evening (Y/N).” He greeted, eyes still glued to his book as he finished off the page.

“Hey Bri.” You smiled back groggily, “I take it the others have left?” You queried, noticing the comfortable silence that enveloped your small flat.

Brian nodded while closing his book and placing it on the nearby table, “Rog had some errands to run, Freddie had an appointment and John has a date with Veronica.”

You nodded softly in response, a sudden wave of guilt washing over you. “Thank you for all taking care of me today. Although I’m so sorry I’ve kept you so long, you really didn’t have to stay.”

“Oh nonsense (Y/N), I wouldn’t want you to wake up in an empty house,” He reasoned, “Besides, we agreed that we wouldn’t leave you alone until you were feeling better.”

How thoughtful they all were, taking time out of their day to tend to you. In a bid to show Brian that you were in fact doing much better, you attempted you lift yourself out of bed and try walking around for the first time that day. However when you stood, a sudden wave of nausea washed over you and gave you the false sense of motion, making you lose your balance. Brian’s arms quickly steadied you and as the room stopped spinning you felt the all too familiar burn of bile rising up your throat.

Noticing you paling face, Brian swiftly walked you to the bathroom and dampened a washcloth to press against your forehead, “Chrissie’s out with her friends tonight so I could stay for a bit longer if you like?”

From the position you were in, knelt over the toilet bowl with tiles digging into your knees, you mustered a sharp nod, “Thank you for putting up with me.”

He laughed lightly in response, rubbing a soothing hand over your shoulder, “We’re here any time you need us.”

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[detectivejay-chuckles-halstead]

30 Days // Jay Halstead x Reader // Pt 1:6

Description: 30 Drabbles of Jay and Reader’s life together

Words: 2122

Warnings: FLUFF (and a lot of it), NSFW Smut,  Swearing

Pairings: Jay x Reader

A/N: Again, much needed fluff (for 6 parts)! Then back to our regularly scheduled angst. Picture by @infinityxpremades​

1. Holding Hands

Being with Jay was a mixture of sexy and sweet, the man not often having a middle ground. Not that you were complaining, no. Just, some days you got what you weren’t expecting. This was one of them. Jay -- for once -- had a day off. And for once, Voight had given you the same day off. It was a miracle in itself. He hadn’t wanted to stay home, wanted to go out and do something.

“Experience life!” he’d exclaimed when trying to get you to agree. 

As much as you wanted to just stay home with your boyfriend, his adorable smile got you to go with him. Lunch at the pier, walking along Millennium Park. It was the middle of April. Cold enough for a jacket, but not cold enough to be miserable. The two of you walked side by side, your hand in his. It was the small things that made you smile, not needing grand gestures. As long as you had Jay, you were the richest person in the world. 

2. Cuddling Somewhere

Adam had invited the team over for dinner after a tough case, Jay insisting you come along with him. You’d really just wanted to go home, but figured it wouldn’t hurt to relax a bit. At first, it seemed like it took Intelligence a while to warm up to you despite Jay’s insistence that they all liked you. Until one day, Kim pulled you aside. 

“It’s obvious Jay cares about you,” the woman had told you in a hushed tone. “Just...He’s had enough heartbreak for a lifetime. If you’re not in it for the long run, it’s best to just get out now.” 

It was at that moment you understood it wasn’t that the team didn’t like you, it was that the team didn’t want to see Jay get hurt again. You’d learned all about Erin, Hailey. You understood, assuring them that you saw a future with Jay. 

Adam’s place wasn’t the biggest, but it fit the six of you pretty well. Though, you and Jay had been booted to the floor. You weren’t complaining, sitting between his legs, back against his chest as his arms wrapped around you. 

“Why are you two just so...sickeningly cute?” Adam asked, getting a laugh out of you. You’d felt bad that it hadn’t worked out between him and Kim, coming in right after they’d ended things for good. From what Jay had told you, they’d been good together. Until they weren’t. 

“You’ll find someone, someday, Ruze, that will make you just as sweet,” Jay answered as you took a drink from the wine-glass you were holding. Vanessa smiled at you. It was nice to get to relax, even for just a few hours. 

3. Watching a Movie

“What movie do you want to watch?” Jay asked from the living room as you poured the popcorn into a bowl. Beers were already on the coffee table, sprinkling just a little salt on the snack in your hands. 

“I don’t know. You pick,” you insisted, hearing an exasperated huff. When you walked in, he was bent over your DVD collection, staring at the titles. Quietly, you set the popcorn down before walking over and smacking his ass, making him jump.

“Not fair,” he reminded you, glaring at you with a smirk before grabbing a DVD and popping it in the DVD player. The two of you got situated on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table as you leaned into him. Jay fiddled with the DVD remote before the movie began playing. 

“Really?” you asked, curling further into him as the logo for Saw came across the screen. “Don’t we see enough of this at work?”

“You told me to pick,” he reminded you, keeping his arm around your shoulders as you hid your face in his chest. He knew you didn’t like horror movies. With that knowledge, he probably chose it so that way he could keep you close. 

4. On A Date

“You really didn’t have to do this,” you said again for the thousandth time as he drove into downtown Chicago. He’d told you he was taking you out on a date night, reminding you it had been nearly two months since the last time you’d both been available for one. It was hard since you were both on the same team, and recently it seemed like you were always working a case without a day off. You’d closed a case earlier in the day, nothing coming in before you left for the day. 

“I know, but it’ll be fun. I promise.” He pulled up in front of Roka Akor, letting the valet take the car from there. You hooked your arm through his, leaning into him slightly as the two of you walked in. It wasn’t every day you were able to go to your favorite Japanese restaurant -- especially since it was usually saved for special occasions due to the price. 

“You really didn’t have to do this,” you whispered to him as the host led you to a private table. The two of you sat down, Jay not saying anything. When you looked at him, he had a smile on his face, reaching across the table to hold your hand. You couldn’t ignore his foot brushing against your leg softly either. 

“I know I didn’t, Y/N. But I am allowed to spoil my girlfriend occasionally,” he reminded you. You weren’t the type who expected to be spoiled, but you had to admit it was nice. You hadn’t had time to even look at the menu when both of your phones went off. “One night,” he sighed. “Can we just have one night?”

You pulled out your phone, seeing that Intelligence had managed to get a case. “How about we schedule a weekend off, Jay,” you suggested, seeing his face drop when he looked at his phone.

“Yeah,” he agreed, the two of you leaving. As you waited for the valet, he pulled you to him, lips against yours. You practically melted into him at the contact. “When we get home,” he said in a harsh whisper, kissing along your jaw. “I plan on making up for this.”

“I’ll hold you to it, Halstead,” you agreed, the valet clearing his throat to get your attention. You couldn’t look at the man as a blush formed across your cheeks at getting caught. 

5. Making Out (NSFW)

Molly’s was packed -- more so than usual. Not that you minded. It gave you more of a reason to sit on the same side of the booth as Jay, leaving the other side open for whoever wanted it. Nobody was going to take it, though. You’d both had a few more drinks than usual by that point, having three rounds of shots in as well. Despite all the other people in the bar, it felt like you and Jay were the only ones there. 

He’d hooked his arm around your waist, pulling you close as your hand held onto the back of his neck. Your lips were in a battle for dominance, your free hand resting high on his thigh. He made you feel like a teenager again, making out in the booth on a date. It was fun, exciting, not what you’d usually do. 

“Do you guys want me to book you a motel room across the street?” Hermann asked. Jay pulled away from your lips, though that wasn’t going to stop you as you tasted the exposed skin of his neck. 

“You got a backroom with no cameras?” Jay countered, Hermann looking disgusted as he grabbed the empty glasses off the table. 

“If that means the patrons of my bar don’t have to watch you two act like a couple horny teenagers, then yeah. I do. Through the double doors. Knock yourselves out.” You giggled, getting out of the booth with Jay close behind.

The doors had barely swung shut when he pressed you against the wall, your leg hooking around his waist as your lips met again. You silently thanked God for the fact he’d worn a button-up, fingers working quickly to get his shirt open. As soon as his skin was exposed, you let your hands roam, earning a groan from him. 

“I’m half tempted to just take you right here,” he half-growled when your eyes met. There was no denying the lust on his face, tongue darting out to lick his swollen lips as his eyes scanned your body. His pupils were blown, hiding the natural green of his eyes. 

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you teased, wanting...no, needing him. “Hermann did say there were no cameras.” His lips were on yours again, walking you to the counter, helping you up as he stood between your legs. 

“Think Voight could get us out of an indecent exposure charge?” he asked as his lips found your neck, laughing at his question. 

“I doubt.” You moaned as he sucked along your collarbone, eyes fluttering shut as you threw your head back to allow him better access. “That Hermann would press charges.”

He pulled back as your hands fumbled with his belt. Maybe you were just a bit more drunk than you’d originally thought, but that didn’t matter. The only thing you could possibly focus on in that moment was Jay, his hands dipping up under your shirt as he explored your skin. You managed to get his belt undone, popping the button on his jeans before his hands were reaching up under your dress. It was at this time, you knew you’d made the best decision when you’d decided to wear a dress. 

He grabbed the waistband of your panties as you lifted your hips slightly, enabling him to slide them down your legs. They fell to your ankles as he ran his hand up the skin of your leg, your dress bunching up around his wrist as his lips found yours again. You pulled him closer, pushing down his jeans and boxers just enough to free him. He took no time to pull you to the edge of the counter, sheathing himself inside you quickly. 

It sent a jolt of pleasure through you as you moaned into his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders. There was no hesitation as he set a fast pace, both of you knowing this wasn’t going to last very long. If you were being honest, you couldn’t remember the last time you and Jay had been intimate. Recently with work, it seemed like all you two were doing was just that...work. 

“Oh, fuck, Y/N,” he groaned as he held onto your hip with bruising strength. You didn’t care, focused on the pleasure. The two of you knew you couldn’t be loud, not wanting to bring suspicion to the back room. As your orgasm swept over you, Jay capturing your lips again, one hand held onto him, the other trying to find purchase on the counter. This action sent a glass jar to the floor, shattering upon impact. It didn’t take long for Kidd to come looking for the source. 

“Oh god!” she exclaimed, Jay barely noticing as you made eye contact. The other woman quickly covered her eyes. “I know Hermann said there were no cameras, but really?” she asked as she hurried out of the room. 

You felt Jay smile, hips faltering in their pace as he reached his peak. You locked your legs around him, keeping him close as the two of you came down from your respective highs.  

“We should probably go back out there,” you told him, hand stroking through his hair, nails gently scratching along his scalp as he let his head rest on your shoulder. “Have another drink, and head home?” 

“Sounds like a good plan,” he agreed, trailing kisses along your shoulder for a few seconds longer before pulling back, getting his pants back up on his hips. You hopped off the counter, leaning down to grab your underwear. With a smirk, you shoved them in Jay’s pocket before sauntering out of the room, Jay on your heels. 

Stella gave you a knowing look, returning her look with a coy smile. The two of you approached the bar, settling in the middle where you’d managed to find a seat. Jay remained standing right beside you, hand on your thigh. 

“Another round of tequila shots,” you announced with a smile. 

“Next time, I’m just getting you two a room across the street,” Hermann replied as he poured the shots. Seemed like either A) he knew what you two were up to or B) Stella told him what she saw. It didn’t matter either way, too high on Jay to really care.

[ineloqueent]

Starstruck: Part 18

Brian May x Fem!Reader

This is Part 18 of a multi-part fic. Click the links below to read the Masterpost, the previous part, or the next part of the fic :)

Masterpost / Part 17 / Part 19

Summary: When studying at Imperial College in the 1970s, your path is crossed by a beautiful boy as much in love with the stars as you.  

Warnings: swearing, drinking, sentiments of sadness

Historical Inaccuracies: N/A

Word Count: 4k

A/N: this is going to get really fucking sappy from here on until the end. you have been warned.

⁺˚*·༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺

You would come to miss those days on tour.

Those days were some of the best days of your life.

It was the eclectic array of nights spent dancing in clubs somewhere halfway across the world, where you had hardly any idea what the reference point for ‘halfway’ was.

You no longer measured the distance from home, because it was with you always now.

You finally understood all those stupidly sappy people, with their stupidly sappy sentiments about how home was not a place but a feeling.

Because Brian was that feeling.

It was the mornings in the UK where you discovered you had not seen all there was to see, the afternoons on the East Coast of the United States where you met a thousand new people, the evenings on the West Coast where you learned to surf, the nights in Japan where you didn’t speak the language and relied on universal symbols to do the talking for you, incoherent late-night-early-morning hours spent on god knew what tour bus or flight, leaned against Brian who slept as little as you. He awoke at every little jolt or sound, but did so with his hand in yours or resting lightly on your thigh, a small smile on his lips to ask if you were alright. You were always far better than simply alright, because it was all those little things that you lived for, because now, they were your life. And they made you feel alive. At home and alive.

When you’d returned to the tour bus on the route to Taunton, you’d been holding his hand, and it seemed that everyone had been anticipating this change, because the reactions were immediate.

“Did you two fucking finally get together?” said Roger, and the rest of the Queen entourage turned to look at you.

“Y/N!” Heather cried. “You didn’t think to tell me?!”

You reddened, fighting the urge to pull your fingers from Brian’s and run out the door. “It’s sort of a new thing—”

“When?” John piped up. “When did it happen?”

“Deacy!” Freddie cried. “Interrupting is rude. Finish your sentence, Y/N darling, then tell us when.”

You stammered, “I— um—”

“Liverpool,” said Brian firmly, wrapping his arm around your waist and dropping a kiss to your head. “We’ll be taking no further questions at this time.”

He then swept you with him to the seats at the back of the bus and proceeded to read to you from one of the many Hermann Hesse novels he’d packed, and his voice lulled you into a much-needed sleep.

And from that day on, the two of you became inseparable.

Every word you breathed was with Brian in mind, orchestrated in sentences to make him laugh in a way that warmed you down to your fingertips and toes, uttered for him because he was there and he would understand what you were talking about. It wasn’t a conscious thing, but it seemed that he was everywhere, influencing all that you did, because everything about him made you so ridiculously happy.

Those days were some of the best days of your life.

And some of the worst.

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Bournemouth, 23rd of November, 1975

It was in Bournemouth, on the way down to the lobby, that you found the door to Freddie and Mary’s hotel room open, and the latter packing up her things.

There was no one else there and the empty hallway was quiet, but the kind of quiet in which chaos had only recently departed. A hesitance hung in the air, as though the occupants of the hotel, wherever they were, collectively held their breath.

The door was open in a manner that made you think that it had been left that way, a mess that remained unfixed, rather than an invitation to enter.

Still, Mary was alone, you could tell as much, so, thinking the circumstances strange, you approached the room and rapped your knuckles lightly against the wooden doorframe.

“Mary?”

“I’m going,” she said, without looking up.

You frowned. “Going where?”

“Home,” she slammed the suitcase shut. “To London.”

Surely, it couldn’t be so bad with Freddie that she was really going home. You couldn’t imagine wanting to leave tour life. There were so many places to go, to see, and that first night in the wings— that feeling. You’d never give that up. But maybe Mary no longer got that feeling, when she was watching someone her heart had deemed a stranger.

“Now?”

She sighed, in a way that made her countenance suddenly more sad than angry. “Now,” she affirmed. “Have to figure out what happens next.”

You nodded, your understanding contrite but understanding nonetheless. It would be strange to be around Queen without Mary, now that you were also without Veronica. The feeling was one of falling apart, of growing smaller. The warm days of Ridge Farm were gone, and so were many of the familial bonds.

On her way out the door, Mary touched your shoulder. “I hope you and Brian will be happy together. He’s a lovely soul, and so are you.”

You blushed. “Thank you.”

She flashed you a brief, melancholy smile, and went on her way.

No one left Freddie alone for the next many nights, a support system of bad jokes and too much wine constructed to drive away the loneliness, the loneliness that would have plagued anyone at the loss of their best friend.

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England, Late December, 1975

Roger made a face. “Where the hell is he?”

Deacy only glanced at his watch and shook his head.

“He’s always complaining that I’m late,” Freddie voiced his woe, “but now where’s he? Fucking late, that’s where!” Freddie patted your shoulder. “No offense, darling.”

“Uh,” you said bemusedly, “none taken?”

“Well,” Freddie sighed, “he is your boyfriend after all.”

Just then, as the doors to the lift began to close for the third time, and no one paid any mind to stop them from doing so, Brian hurtled around the corner and slipped through the tightening gap, just in time.

“Why, speak of the devil,” Freddie deadpanned, shuffling farther back to accommodate for the elevator’s fifth passenger.

“The sun,” you said. “It’s the sun.”

Deacy snorted. “It would be, for you.”

Brian glanced around, his complexion rendered in a rosy glow from whatever dash he’d just made to the lift. “Sorry about that. What’d I miss?” He turned to you, one of his pretty smiles skimming across his face like moonlight on river water. “Hi love,” he said, his touch falling to your arms as he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

“Hi gorgeous,” you replied, a swell of warmth in your chest as he lingered in his proximity to you.

“Oh, kiss her properly!” Roger cried.

“Yeah,” John laughed. “Kiss her properly, Brian.”

Brian sighed, but it was adoration that was in his eyes when he bent to kiss your mouth with tenderness that melted you. He pulled away all too soon.

“I would kiss her properly,” he said to Freddie’s tutting, “and I bloody well will—” your skin tingled with the weight of his hand on your waist— “but I have something to tell you all, so if you’d just shut up for a second, that’d be great.”

“Spit it out, then,” Freddie urged with a wave of his hand, and Brian rolled his eyes.

“Your song, Fred,” he said pointedly.

Freddie smirked. “Yes, darling. Which one? I’ve got many you know.”

“Bohemian Rhapsody!” Brian said.

“Our song,” Freddie corrected.

“Well, whatever it is,” Brian shook his head as though in disbelief, “it’s only bloody went and gone to number one on the UK charts!”

Deacy’s mouth fell open. Freddie blinked.

“You’re shitting me,” Roger said.

“No, Rog. Not this time.”

There was a pause.

And then the lift erupted into absolute mania.

Screaming and shouting and jumping up and down, Freddie crushing the lot of you in a fierce hug, Brian peppering your hair with kisses in excitement as tears pricked the eyes of Deacy, and Roger nearly pulled out his hair in running his fingers so violently through it.

You had never before experienced such plain, unbridled joy, and to think that you were not only present to witness this, but that you had been part of the reason for the monumental occasion, floored you, brought your own wave of emotion as you shared in the happiness of your friends.

Until of course the elevator shuddered to a halt, and the five of you were thrown into a contorted heap on the dusty floor.

“Shit, fuck!” Roger swore, having hit his head rather hard on the railing that lined the elevator box.

Freddie rubbed his elbow as he sat up, pulled Deacy up beside him. “Now, dears, is the time to confess if you’re claustrophobic.”

Brian tugged you into a sitting position, his hands fluttering all about you. “Love? You’re not hurt, are you?”

You shook your head. “No, no. I’m fine. Are you okay?”

He nodded, kissed the top of your head. He was rather affectionate these days, but you did not mind in the slightest. It was wonderful to feel so loved, as loved as he made you feel.

“If resident idiot one and resident idiot two are quite finished professing their undying love,” John interrupted, and you blushed, “then we should probably press the emergency call button.”

“Oh, right,” Brian mumbled, and being the closest, reached over and pushed the big red button that mothers were always telling their children not to push.

You all looked on raptly, but no light illuminated the red plastic.

“We’re doomed,” Freddie groaned.

“You can’t actually starve to death within an hour,” Brian said, “which is probably the maximum amount of time it’ll take for someone to notice we’re gone, track us down, and get us out.”

“But I could die of boredom within the hour,” Roger argued. “Or less time than that. Yes… I think I could do it in less time than that.”

“Well,” Deacy grinned, “that’s not going to happen.” He promptly pulled a deck of cards from his jacket pocket.

“Oh, but that’ll never do,” you said, and the others eyed you in confusion. You shrugged. “It’s not Scrabble.”

Brian threw his head back in laughter, and the warmth of the rumble resounded within your heart.

“You’re one of us,” he whispered as Deacy dealt the cards. “You’re one of us.”

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London, 24th of December, 1975

The search and rescue party had arrived within the hour, as surely as Brian had predicted, and champagne was toasted at the news of Bohemian Rhapsody’s rampant success.

But it was Christmas Eve when everyone took a turn for the worse.

With the exception of John, Queen had come down with a particularly nasty case of the flu.

Roger could be found in a number of places throughout the day— from the dressing room couch to his tour bus bunk to his actual hotel room, slumped against a wall or draped like a loose swath of fabric in some corner. He was being waited on hand-and-foot by both Heather and Crystal, the latter of whom began to roll his eyes as the hours went on, and muttered something about not being paid enough.

Freddie felt rather sorry for himself, which you equated to meaning that he was the least afflicted out of the three, flailing about and crying for more tea— and biscuits. That was how you knew he was alright; he could still stomach biscuits.

Brian was the one you worried most for, and not only on account of your closeness with him. He said even less than usual, ate and drank as little as he spoke, and hardly moved. His eyes were half-closed and his head dropped to his chest, and even his curls seemed to droop. It quite hurt you to look at him, because his pain was so apparent. He shifted on the bed and his wince lanced pain through your chest. He lifted a glass of water to his lips, and the paleness of his pallor tore at you. It was as though somebody had taken a string and threaded it first through his heart and then through yours, so that you were connected and his pain drained you as much as it drained him.

With two hours until showtime, soundcheck over and done, Brian had crawled back into bed and now lay with at least half a dozen blankets pulled up to his chin, his curls splayed out on the pillow like a halo, as his eyelashes cast spindly shadows over his face in the low lamplight.

You had barely dropped your things to the floor by the time his eyes had fallen shut, but you approached the bed now and watched him pull the covers more tightly around his body.

“Can I help you, love?” he mumbled, not opening his eyes.

You shook your head, kneeling at his side. “No,” you brushed a stray curl from his face. “Nothing for me. Just tell me what I can do for you.”

A soft sigh. “I don’t know.”

Your fingers continued their gentle tracings along his skin. “I’m sure it wouldn’t be too hard to convince Freddie to cancel, seeing as three of you are sick.”

His eyes flew open. “No,” he said. “We’re not cancelling on account of me having a bloody cold.”

You pressed your hand to his forehead. “Brian, you’ve got the fucking flu.”

He sighed again. “Didn’t you say you had magic powers?”

“No, Brimi, you said that.”

He slipped his hand out from under the covers and into your grasp. “Did I? I must be very clever, then.”

You rolled your eyes. “The fever is making you delusional.”

A cough rattled his chest and you clutched his fingers in alarm.

“Maybe,” he said, and a sigh caught in his throat. He looked at you. “Stay with me?”

“Is that what you want?”

“More than anything.”

You nodded. Then you climbed into bed beside him, figuring that you would’ve fallen ill too by now if it was going to happen, and besides, there weren’t thousands of people depending on your health.

You kissed the corner of his mouth softly, winding your arms around his torso. “I’m here,” you whispered.

“You’ll get sick,” he murmured back.

“Then you won’t be alone.”

He peered down at you. “What did I do to deserve you?” he asked.

“Everything.”

His lips parted as though he had words prepared, but all that left him was another sigh. He pulled you closer and you held him until both band and crew were hammering at the door for Brian to hurry up and get ready.

He was nearly out the door when you pulled him back and stood on your toes to loop one of your own scarves around his neck, a white one you’d once bought in Kensington Market, near Freddie and Roger’s stall.

Brian had blinked in surprise, but you’d smiled.

“A scarf for a scarf.”

And then you’d ushered him out the door and toward the stage.

He’d doubled back so as to kiss the top of your head. “Happy Christmas, my love.”

“Happy Christmas, Brian.”

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January, 1976

It was lucky there was a month gap between the European and North American segments of the tour, because as it happened, you fell just as ill as the others had been. But normally, where you normally would have had no one to take care of you, aside from Heather who was in and out of the house on account of both school and work, you now had the doting presence of Brian May.

He barely left your side, and if he did, it was only to get you something. He stayed with you night and day, and would have done so with his arms around you if you’d let him. But you didn’t want to risk him getting sick again, so he slept on the floor by your bed, and you let your hand dangle over the edge of the sheets to reach for his.

When the end of the month rolled around and you were packing up again for the flight to America, Brian came by and wound his arms around your waist in greeting, nuzzling kisses into your neck.

“Hello Brian,” you said, twisting in his arms.

“Hello love,” he mumbled the words into your skin.

For a moment, you smiled up at him and he smiled down at you, before he kissed you and the world fell away again. The rest of the world always fell away where Brian was concerned. The world, relatively speaking, did not matter, for who was he if not your world?

“Ready to go?” he asked.

You nodded. He smiled and picked up your suitcase, but you stopped him.

Concern creased his brow. “What is it—”

You pulled him down to you and covered his mouth with yours, unable to help yourself.

He hummed in response, and the sound tingled on your lips as his fingertips pressed warmly against your sides, as you leaned on the bed for support, as he leaned his hips against yours.

Time and space blurred in equal amounts when Brian angled his jaw to kiss you more deeply, and gravity tipped, powerless in the wake of this moment except to bring two dazed lovers together in a mess of tangled limbs and stuttering hearts, atop a cottony duvet where they’d once been no more than classmates.

He swept a line of kisses over your jaw and your neck until they reached the hollow of your throat, where they stopped. You opened your eyes to find Brian gazing down at you, his breath laboured and the hazel of his eyes brighter than usual, offset by dilated pupils.

“We have to go,” he whispered, and you groaned aloud. “Else we’ll miss the flight.”

“Why’d you have to be a famous musician, again?”

His smile was infectious. “Because somebody said I was good enough to be.”

“I hate it when my own words come back to bite me.”

Brian only laughed, pressed a stubbornly chaste kiss to your mouth, and pulled you up to stand. “Come on, my love.”

You were almost out of the house when you realised you’d forgotten something. You left Brian at the door and rushed back to your room.

Smiling at the rainbow bundle on your bed, you grabbed it and hurried back to meet Brian outside, locking the front door for the last time in a good while.

You thrust the scarf in his face, and his face twisted in confusion.

“Take it back,” you said.

He shook his head slowly. “Why on Earth would I do that? It’s as much yours as it is mine.”

“Maybe so. But it doesn’t smell like you anymore.”

Brian grinned as you slung the garment around his neck. “So it’s a loan?” he said.

“Definitely a loan.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple, and the two of you traipsed toward the road to catch a taxi to the airport.

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Midwest United States, Mid-February, 1976

“Do you realise it’s been a year?”

“Hm?” you said.

Following a show and one of Freddie’s exuberant parties, you were sitting across from Deacy, playing, of all things, Scrabble. The others had long since departed or fallen asleep in clustered heaps, alcohol-induced slumbers and post-show exhaustion finally taking hold. Indeed, Brian was asleep with his head in your lap, and you ran your fingers absently through his hair as you pondered how exactly to dismantle John’s winning Scrabble score.

John reiterated, “Do you realise it’s been a year since you came and saw us at the Union, and realised we all knew each other?”

A year. No, you hadn’t realised.

You had not realised that it had been a year since you’d walked with Brian in the sunshine, simply a planet orbiting a star, in lieu of the two-cluster of stars you’d now become, intertwined more often than not.

You had not realised that it had been a year since you’d thought you’d likely never see him again, before you’d known who he was and how your paths would undoubtedly have crossed eventually, no matter how far you might have felt from him. A year since he’d leant you a scarf that was now yours as much as it was his, a year since he’d sent you home because he was concerned you were tired, a year since he’d called you to let you know that your mutual friend was alright, since he’d wished you goodnight with such sincerity that you’d recalled the moments for weeks afterward.

You looked down at Brian, at the angular face, the soft, slack lips that always turned up in a smile at the sight of you, the planed chest you’d slept soundly against, his hands, the ridiculously long legs that accounted for ninety percent of his height, the silly wooden shoes he loved so dearly to stare at when you flustered him.

He shifted in his sleep, and you couldn’t help the smile that broke across your face, turned your composure to mush, because he really was just that beautiful.

“Y/N?”

You looked back up at John.

“No,” you replied softly. “I had no idea.”

Deacy smiled, laying down another score-boosting Scrabble word. It was some electrical engineering term, the meaning of which evaded you, but you countered with syzygy and your smile broadened, because Brian would have been proud of you for using an astronomy term. You could almost see his twinkling eyes as he pressed you to his side and murmured ‘my evening star’.

Deacy groaned as your Scrabble score passed his, rubbing tired eyes.

“Giving up, are we?” you taunted.

John yawned. “Never. I’m just postponing. We’ll finish this another day.”

You narrowed your eyes. “How are we going to remember what the board looks like, hm? No way you’re getting a second chance with a clean board.”

Deacy rolled his eyes, “Fine, fine, just give me a moment.”

He stood and soon disappeared into the adjourning room. A few moments later, he reappeared with a camera.

“I’ve stolen Roger’s polaroid camera now,” he whispered, taking care not to step on Crystal’s hand on the path back to the Scrabble table. He took a picture of the board and tossed it in your direction.

You laughed, and stifled it immediately when Deacy looked pointedly at Brian, who was, miraculously, still asleep in your lap.

“Get your boyfriend to bed,” Deacy said, pulling on his jacket.

“And how exactly am I supposed to do that?” you hissed back.

Deacy shrugged. “I don’t know. Wake him up.”

You poked your tongue out at John, who waved cheerily and departed, claiming that the time difference made now the perfect hour to phone his wife and child.

You were left on a couch, surrounded by a floor populated by overtired musicians, roadies, techies, groupies, and the most gangly person of them all preventing you from getting up.

“Bri,” you whispered, brushing the curls back from his face. “Time to go.”

A sharp intake of breath and he was awake; his hand found yours and brought it to his lips, kissing the base of your palm.

It was those little moments you cherished, betwixt the madness of it all, when small gestures quieted the world around you and you found yourself once more wandering through a dreamscape of adoration, adoration for the one who had the ability to make the world fall silent with the touch of a hand.

“Oh,” he sighed, reaching up to touch your cheek, “but I’d so much rather stay with you.”

You shook your head slightly. “Who said I was going anywhere?”

He smiled that lovely smile of his, and you sighed softly.

If you could help it, you’d never go anywhere far from him again.

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[self-proclaimed-chaotic-good]

Debating Sleeping Beauty | John Morris x Reader x Hermann K. Warm (Oneshot)

Prompt: True Love’s Kiss

Fandom: The Sisters Brothers

Words: 881

A/N: Sort of a continuation of [By the Sea]. Slowly catching up on Writer’s Month. Only a day behind now.

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You laid on a woven blanket between John and Hermann, gazing up at the stars. The night was peaceful with the sounds of bugs, the crackling fire, and the soft breeze filling the air. You sighed in content, tracing the stars with your eyes.

“Tell me a story, John,” you said.

John shifted around to look at you. He raised an eyebrow and asked, “What kind of story?”

You shrugged. “What do you think, Hermann? Maybe something magical!”

Hermann nodded. “I agree. A fairytale would be suiting for this kind of night,” he said.

John hummed, sifting through the archives of stories in his mind. You excitedly turned to your side to face John and you could feel Hermann do the same, his chest pressing against your back and his arm wrapping around your waist.

“Comfortable?” Hermann whispered to you.

You snuggled closer to him, feeling his warmth seep through your clothes. “Very.”

“Okay,” John said, “How about The Sleeping Beauty? Also known as Little Briar Rose. Though, I’m thinking of adding my own twist.”

“Go ahead.”

And John proceeded to do so, starting from the birth of the kingdom’s new princess. The fairies of the nearby forest were invited and blessed the baby princess with gifts. Everyone was happy, until an evil fairy arrived, uninvited. Because of this slight, she cursed the princess to fall into indefinite sleep after pricking her finger on a spindle. The curse could only be broken by true love’s kiss.

“Why was that fairy angry, though?” you asked.

“I’m sure that it had something to do with the king and queen not inviting her,” Hermann said. “Maybe they fought over something that either side refused to resolve.”

“But to bring a baby into it? That’s not right.”

“It’s a lot more common than you think, unfortunately, my dear (Y/n),” John said.

You thought for a moment, then asked, “What did she mean true love’s kiss? What makes it true love?”

John and Hermann looked at each other. “Well, I’m not fully certain that I’ve experienced it,” Hermann began, “But I think true love could be in many forms, not just romantic. Being caring, considerate, respectful, and kind to each other could be forms of love. And the ultimate quality is that it’s unconditional. What do you think, John?”

“Well, I was never sure that true love existed until…,” John trailed off, his eyes lingering on the both of you, “Now, I believe that true love seems to be a powerful force that influences you in a way that encourages you to be the best version of you. And not because you’re told to, but because you want to. Wanting to be better, selflessly.”

“You’d think a parent’s love would count as true love, right?” you asked.

John sighed. “We both unfortunately know that that is not quite true for every parent,” he said softly.

John lifted the other blanket around, scooting closer before covering all three of you. After getting settled, you leaned your head on John’s shoulder, Hermann’s arm still wrapped around your waist.

You thought of how the three of you met. Your father was heading a small prospecting company and was following the trail towards San Francisco. You had come along, your father saying that you should at least be useful, since you hadn’t married yet. It was then you met Hermann, a prospector that kept to himself but seemed to be open with the world around him. When your father wasn’t looking, you’d speak to him and soon enough, you became friends.

You had met John through Hermann, who had told you that he was heading to Jacksonville. He dressed for travel, but his clothing was not of simple material and the way he spoke reminded you of the businessmen that your father always spoke to. You had some suspicions with him, but Hermann took a liking to him after their initial conversation.

It was in Jacksonville when you decided to take your life in your own hands. Your father had lied to you and had gone ahead to set a meeting for your potential spouse. You didn’t want to go. You didn’t want to get married to a stranger, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to get married at all. Hermann spoke of his formula before, how it’ll help him find gold faster so he could create a community with likeminded people. You wanted to help.

Hermann had not been in his room and John was nowhere to be seen. You assumed that they had upped and left without you. It was something you feared would happen, given how their conversations flowed effortlessly as if they were old friends. You were mentally going through a list of what you needed to do in order to leave your father’s side while being able to sustain yourself.

The next day, you were awakened by Hermann’s voice at your door. John was waiting close by, looking restless as he watched the corridors. Hermann wanted to say his farewells before he and John left. You insisted that they take you with them, readily packing your things, taking one of your father’s horses, and following them out of Jacksonville.

“I love you two,” you whispered before closing your eyes, letting sleep take you.

[afriendlyneighborhoodhufflepuff]

What Are We?

Square Filled: Fake Dating for @resanoona’s bingo

Ship: Will Halstead x Reader

Summary: Will and reader are fake dating to get readers creepy ex off of readers back.

Authors note: My first Will x Reader fic! Enjoy 🥰

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“Hey, Y/N? You got a minute?” “What’s up, Hermann?” “You’ve got someone following you around the bar, and I just want to keep eyes on you.” “Thanks for the heads up. I’ll keep an eye out.” You reply, grabbing your drink and heading to where you see Will nursing a beer. “This is going to sound nuts, but I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend. My ex is following me around the bar.” “Umm, ok, anything to get a creep away, I guess.” He says, grabbing your hand and linking his fingers with yours.

His palm is warm, and you try not to blush. “Damn, Y/N, are your hands always this cold?” “Yeah. Poor blood circulation in my hands and feet means winter is a pain in the ass, and I’m never warm.” You say, watching as Will moves to sit by you, wrapping an arm around you. “Well, we can’t have that.” He says as you lean into his embrace. You didn’t realize that he saw your ex staring at you, and he wasn’t going to have him try to make a move.

Eventually, the guy leaves, and you and Will drop the act. At least you thought you dropped the act, but something felt right when he was your “boyfriend.” You bid each other goodnight and head home.

As you got to your apartment building, you felt uneasy. Like someone was watching you. You grabbed your phone and called Will. The phone rings a few times until you hear his voice on the other end. “Hello?” “Hey, so about our date.” “Y/N, what are you talking about? Are you being followed?” “Yeah. I think so.” “Ok, our date, Library Center on State Street, Saturday at noon?” “I can do that. You picking me up?” “Sure am.” “Good. I just got inside. I’m all good. See you then, handsome.” “See you then. Keep me updated.” “I will.” You end the call and open your door, scanning the hall to ensure no one followed you.

Will was trying to get past the fact that you had called him handsome. He knows it was part of the act, but he wonders if you meant something more. He felt right earlier that night and when you called him. The fact that you trusted him enough to call him made him feel something that he couldn’t describe.

You were trying to process that you had called Will handsome. Will Halstead. The man you hung out with at Molly's after a long day at work. The man who would sometimes drop by the Art Institute on his days off when you worked just as something to do. “Oh, buddy, what have you gotten yourself into?” You ask yourself out loud as you get ready for bed.

The week passed without any problems, and you stopped feeling like you were being watched. It was finally Saturday, the first time you’d seen Will since you asked him to fake date. You hear a knock on the door and open it to see Will in a zip-up jacket, plain-colored tee, and jeans, much different from the button-downs you see him wearing at Molly’s. “You look nice.” You say as you grab your purse and lock the door. “You do too.” He says, offering you his arm. You link your arm in his and walk out of the building.

He opens the door to the car and makes sure you’re in before he gets in. He offers you his hand to hold, which you accept, and he yelps at how cold your hands are. “You need mittens or gloves, I swear.” “I think your hand is warm enough.” You say with a grin. Will shakes his head and laughs.

His laugh makes you feel warm and wish this was real. It made you smile even more. And the look on his face when he sees you smile, man, that solidified your feelings more. It makes you wonder if he was feeling the same.

You get to the library, and Will gets your door and offers his hand again. You take it and shove both your hands into his jacket pocket. He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head as you both head inside. “Not to worry you, but I think we’re being followed. Something felt off in the car.” You say, trying not to sound scared. “Hey. Look at me. If anyone tries anything, I’ll gladly fight them. Just stay within my sight, and you’ll be ok. I promise.” He responds, pulling you close.

You peruse the shelves when you feel someone pull you away. You’re dragged out of the library, and you put up a fight. Your kidnapper fights back and gets a few punches in, and lets you go. You hear Will's voice yelling and sirens. He had called the cops the minute he saw you be dragged out.

“Y/N? Can you stand up?” “Yeah, I think so. I mainly took the hits to the face. Might have some minor road rash, not sure.” “Yeah, you might. Let’s get you to Med and get you checked out.” He says, letting you lean against him as you walk to the car. He drives to Med and gets you to the ED.

He watches as his friends take you into a treatment room when he hears a familiar voice. He whips around to face the person who kidnapped you and saw your ex. He moves towards him but is stopped by Maggie holding him back. “Will. Don’t.” “Mags…” “I thought you told me this was all fake?” “It was. It is. I think. Ever since this started, I realized I have feelings for Y/N. I can’t stand to see them hurt.” He says quietly, shoulders sagging with the weight of the day. Maggie leads him into your treatment room, where you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, swinging your legs.

“The resident idiot has something to tell you.” Maggie says as they enter the room. “Ahhh do tell resident idiot.” You reply smiling at Will, as Maggie leaves you two alone. Will shakes his head and laughs. “Fine fine. Y/N, I realized during all of this that I have feelings for you. And want to really date you.” He says while looking at the floor.

“Will I have feelings for you too. I want to date you too. How bout when I’m feeling better we retry this first date? Library Center again? Just no ED?” “Yeah I like the sound of that. Library Center and dinner?” “Sounds like a plan.” You say grinning, grabbing his hand as he leads you out of the ED.

[halstudandruz]

One Day- Part 2

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Reader; Jay Halstead/Will Halstead x Reader (Sister)

Requested: Yes

Prompt: What happens when you start having feelings for someone else aka a certain firefighter

Warnings: None

A/N: I’m sorry this sucked

Part 1 here // Part 3 here

It was approaching a year since your boyfriend, Derek’s death. So much of your life has changed since that day. Your brothers had been there for you through thick and thin. One thing was for sure though. You were sick of others opinions. If you went out on a date you were moving on too quickly. If you stayed at home you weren’t letting things go. If you went to a bar with your friends you were drinking your grief away. No matter what you did everyone had an opinion on what you were supposed to do and how you were supposed to feel. The only thing getting you through were your brothers and friends.

You had just walked into Molly’s when you spotted Jay and Will sitting at a table. Walking over and casually sliding onto a chair. They continued their conversation pulling you into it like it was nothing. A few minutes later you decided to go get a drink walking up to the counter.

“The usual?” Hermann asked pulling a cup from the shelf as you nodded smiling sweetly. He made your drink handing it over to you, thanking him as you made your way back to the table. Your night had went by smoothly. Mingling with your friends and drinking anything they handed you.

“I have early rounds. I better get going.” Will announced a few hours later, getting up to grab his coat.

“Can you drop me off at my apartment?” Jay asked moving to stand up too. Will nodded turning to you.

“I’m gonna stay for a little longer.” You replied to his unspoken question.

“Okay. If you need anything my phone’s on.” He reminded you, both him and Jay hugging you before leaving.

You looked around smiling to yourself when you spotted Kelly Severide sitting at the bar watching the game on the TV in front of him. You snuck up behind him quietly, wrapping your arms around his waist making him jump.

“Jesus Christ!” He huffed turning to look at you laugh escaping your lips. “Not funny.” He glared.

“Sorry.” You shrugged still smiling as you sat on the stool beside him. Kelly Severide had quickly turned into your best friend since your boyfriend's death. Besides Will and Jay, Kelly was there to be your rock on your worst days. You had been good friends with Kelly since you had first met years before and he had hit on you before finding out one, who your brothers were and two, that you were taken. There was just something about Kelly that made it so easy to connect with him. So easy to feel comfortable around him. You had sat there talking to him for the remainder of the night until Hermann announced last call, something that was not uncommon for the two of you.

“Alright come on.” Kelly said once the game had finished picking his coat up off the back of his chair. You got up heading towards the door. “Where is your coat?” He asked following behind you.

“It was warm out when I got here,” you explained stepping out the door and immediately shivering, “and it is not anymore.” You laughed. Severide shook his head slipping off the coat he had just put on and threw it over your shoulders. You tried to fight him, but he just shushed you. You gave up quickly knowing it would be a lost cause following him to his car. Starting his car you sat back relaxing in the passenger seat. He turned the radio on as you shut your eyes sitting in comfortable silence. One of Kelly’s hands were gripping the steering wheel as the other was rested on your neck his fingers rubbing in soft circles. In the last few months you and Kelly’s relationship had gotten more serious? Not that it wasn’t serious before it just felt more serious beyond friends, more intimate maybe without the actual intimacy. You had grown to rely on him, and he had grown to be part of your routine. Him driving you home from a night of hanging out at Molly’s was certainly not something new, and you had grown to feel stronger about him. Starting to notice the way his jaw tensed whenever a guy would hit on you or the way his brow furrowed whenever the Blackhawks were losing. Jealousy coming over you for a split second whenever you witnessed a girl hanging on his arm. Feeling more protective or anxious every time you knew he was out on a call. You had felt these feelings before. You had noticed these things in only one other person before and that realization was scaring the hell out of you. The warmth of Kelly’s hand disappearing drew you out of your thoughts. Opening your eyes you realized you were parked in front of your building. You moved to take his jacket off but he stopped you.

“Keep it. I’ll get it whenever I come over next.” He said. You smiled adjusting it back on your shoulders. He was turned trying to fish something out of his door whenever you leaned over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. He clearly didn’t get that hint whenever he turned to face you again his lips accidentally meeting yours. You both froze feeling the heat take over your body. Giving in to the spark that moved throughout your body you moved your hands up to cup his face pulling him into you for a full kiss now. At your movement you felt Kelly relax into the kiss leaning closer to you. His lips moved gently along with yours. Feeling the most whole you had in awhile. He nipped at your bottom lip before pulling back to get a breath. He smiled at you running his thumb along your cheekbone. You adjusted yourself in your seat

eyes locking with the clock on his dash in the meantime. Immediately feeling your breath hitch you backed away from Kelly. He followed your eyes to see the clock read “2:13am” sympathy washed over his face reaching out to you, “Hey..” he whispered trying to get your attention, but you shook your head.

“Kel..I..I..” You tried to get out, giving up and opting to just get out of his car. You swallowed hard rushing towards your building not looking back. As soon as you closed your door you sank to the floor head falling into your hands. “I’m sorry D.” You mumbled into your hands feeling the guilt sink in deeper.

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“[Y/N]!” You heard Will’s voice bound throughout your apartment. Groaning you buried your face deeper into your pillows. You heard him sigh heavily before feeling your bed sink. “You have to get up.” He stated moving his hand up and down your back.

“I don’t have to do anything.” You retorted curling further into a ball.

“Jay’s on his way. If he gets here, and you’re-” He started making you huff loudly throwing the covers off of you.

“Fine. I’m up.” You growled. You already knew how this day was going to go. You had been dreading it since the first of the month. At 2:14am Derek would’ve officially been gone for a whole year. 365 days of living your life way differently than you had planned for so long, but you knew the cycle. You knew that if you refused to get out of bed and push on that would only cause a quick downhill slide for you. So, Jay and Will had promised to pull you out. Whether you wanted to or not they were dragging you out of the house. You stomped to your bathroom jumping in the shower refusing with all your power to let the swirling thoughts take over. Whenever you were dressed and ready for the day you walked out to find Will and Jay scrolling through their phones on the couch. Jay heard your footsteps looking up to see you walking into the living room.

“About damn time. Let’s go.” He complained making you roll your eyes and gather your things before following the two out the door.

They had dragged you numerous places throughout the day keeping your mind occupied when all you really wanted was to go home and curl up in bed with piles of food. However, you knew your brothers weren’t about to let that happen. You were sitting in your favorite diner waiting for the waitress to come over with your food when the table started buzzing. Picking you phone up and turning it over Kelly’s name flashed on the screen, for the 5th time that day. Sighing you silenced it sitting it back down on the table.

“Okay that’s like the 10th time that’s happened who’s calling you?” Will asked.

“Nobody.” You grumbled playing with the straw on your drink.

“Is there a particular reason you don’t want us to know?” He pushed.

“It’s not a big deal. Just cause you're my brothers doesn’t mean you have to know every little detail of-“ You began to rant, but were cut off whenever Jay reached over the table grabbing your phone from under your hand. “Hey!” You screamed moving to grab your phone from him but he was already looking through it.

“Severide? Why’s he keep calling you?” Jay asked confused turning your phone towards Will.

“And why do you keep ignoring it?” Will interrogated handing your phone back to you. You stared at them not answering.

“You know we’re going to find out anyway so might as well just tell us.” Jay shrugged making roll your eyes. But their accusing stares refused to leave you. “Fine. Okay. Whatever. Kelly and I kissed last night.” You mumbled as the waitress walked over to give you your orders. You thanked her since Jay and Will seemed to be rendered speechless. You began to eat as they looked at each other in confusion.

“Alright. I’m super confused.” Jay finally admitted breaking the silence. “Since when? How?” He shook his head trying to get out the million questions.

“I don’t know. I guess I’ve been having feelings for him for a while.” You shrugged looking down at your plate.

“Did you know about this?” Jay asked Will pointing at you.

“No, but you’re the detective. Aren’t you supposed to pick up on shit?” Will retorted causing Jay to glare at him. “Okay but..this still doesn’t answer why you’ve been ignoring his calls all day.” Will added.

“I’m avoiding him obviously.” You answered picking a fry off his plate.

“Why?” Jay asked.

“I ran off after we kissed.” You said.

“Can we stop acting like all of this is obvious and normal?” Will scolded you making you roll your eyes. “I’m serious. For what reason did you run off?” He pushed making you sigh heavily.

“It’s not like I can date the guy okay? I shouldn’t have done it and now I’m not sure how to handle it.” You admitted.

“Didn’t you just say you like him?” Jay asked trying to keep up.

“Listen guys a year ago today my life was flipped upside down. Derek was my person. My one. And now he’s gone. I know it sounds crazy, but I felt guilty. I felt like I was betraying him somehow. Maybe all those people were right maybe I was trying to let go of him too fast.” You swallowed hard.

“[Y/N], Derek wouldn’t want you to do this. He would want you to be happy and I know that probably sounds really cliche, but it’s true. He loved you. A lot and there is no doubt he would want you to live your life to the fullest, and that means finding someone who loves you at least half of what he did.” You sat back running a hand down your face taking in Will’s words.

“Can we just drop this for now? Please.” You begged as the nodded changing the subject quickly. After paying you hopped into Jay’s truck heading towards your next stop. You leaned back closing your eyes listening to your brothers bicker about who got to play the music. Feeling Jay put the truck into park about 20 minutes later you opened your eyes to see you were stopped in front of Kelly’s building. “What the hell?” You asked panic rising within you.

“We’re not going to force you to go in, but we really think you should.” Will answered. You looked between them and the building in front of you. You sighed heavily moving to open the door.

“You’re not leaving right?” You asked.

“Not unless you tell us to.” Jay smiled at you. Taking a deep breath you got out of the truck. You knocked lightly on Kelly’s door, hearing shuffling from inside until the door swung open to reveal Kelly.

“[Y/N]! I’ve been calling you all day I was-“ He started before you cut him off.

“Can we talk?” You asked.

“Yeah of course.” He nodded moving out of the way for you to make your way in. Shutting the door behind you he was closely following behind you to his living room where he sat beside you on the couch close enough that his knee was hitting yours. Looking at him you began to play with your hands. “I’m sorry.” You finally mumbled.

“For what?” He asked looking at you confused.

“Running off, avoiding you. I just don’t know.” You admitted. Sympathy took over his features as he reached for one of your hands. “I’m scared. Really scared. Kissing you made me feel something that I haven’t felt in a long time and then...I don’t know I just panicked. I felt so guilty.” You explained. “Everyone had so many opinions on what I should be doing with my life. How I should be handling things. How I should be feeling, and everyone tells me Derek would want me to be happy. To move on. But how am I supposed to know that? He’s gone. It’s not like I can ask him!” You squeezed Kelly’s hand getting worked up. “It’s just one thing after the other and it’s like a nightmare that keeps coming back and-“ You started to breathe heavily.

“Hey. Take a deep breath.” He encouraged. Making you whimper at the thoughts filling your head. “I’m not here to make you feel guilty. I’m not here to rush you. I just want to be here for you. In whatever way you need. Obviously I have feelings for you. I’m not going to deny that, but I’m not here to push you. If you’re not ready the-“ He promised before you jumped in.

“But...I want to be. I loved Derek. I still love Derek. That will never change, but I can’t keep doing this to myself. I can’t keep getting stuck in this cycle of grief or whatever it is. I just...want to be happy again.” You bit your lip looking down in your lap. Kelly’s hand moved to cup your jaw tilting it so you could meet his eyes.

“You know there’s nothing more in this world you deserve more than to be happy right?” He said swiping at thumb on your jaw. Leaning into his touch you closed your eyes waiting for his lips to meet yours and when they did a warmth filled your body that you had missed for far too long. Giving into him you could finally feel the presence of happiness you had been pushing out. It wasn’t going to be easy. It was going to be a fight between your heart and head, but you needed to do it, and you were willing to do it with Kelly.

[imaginedisish]

Supersymmetry (Five Hargreeves x Reader) (The Umbrella Academy)

A/N: OH HEEYYYYY!!!! I promised you guys an angsty, fluffy fic, SO HERE IT IS!!! This is based off of a request, as well as an Arcade Fire song, aka Supersymmetry. (go listen to it uwu). Anyway, a quick note, Five and the reader are 17 here...I didn’t know how to fit that in the story. I tried...but Five’s age is kinda ambiguous, so I put it here :) Once again, Five and the reader are BOTH 17! Also...THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 1.5K!!!!  YOU GUYS MEAN EVERYTHING TO ME!!!! THANK YOU!!!!!! Okay, it’s 2:47am...and I have school tomorrow....night guys...ENJOY!

Summary: You’re in love with Five, and he has no idea. You decide to finally confess your feelings for him, when suddenly, Vanya attacks the Academy, and all hell breaks loose...

Warnings: ANGST, violence, blood, fighting, stabbing, implied death, language, flufffffff is guaranteed don’t fret kiddos. 

Word Count: 3,484 (when you think it’s over...it isn’t over...)

Moonlight glimmers through the massive windows, dancing upon the dusty shelves and books that begged to be opened. The sound of crickets gossiping from just outside the Academy echoes throughout the library. In fact, if one listened closely enough, they could make out the faint sound of summer rain tapping lightly against the sidewalks. The air felt cool, yet damp, almost if that very same rain had somehow walked into the room, leaving a trail of its energy behind. 

You take a deep breath as you flip the page of the worn out book in your hand. You had read the novel at least a million times, but no passage in The Great Gatsby, or any other novel for that matter, got to you quite like Nick’s description of Gatsby’s death. You shiver a bit as chills roll down your spine.

A familiar, brown haired, blued eyed boy pops his head through the archway farthest away from where you were sitting. “Mind if I join you?” He asks, smirking a bit, his bangs falling perfectly against his forehead. He takes a step forward, and leans against the archway. He crosses his arms against his chest.

You can’t help but smile as you pat the cushion next to you, motioning for Five to sit down. He walks over, sitting a bit closer to you than you had expected. In his hand is a copy of Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse. He leans back, extending his legs to the coffee table in front of you. You steal a quick glance at Five before returning back to your book. 

Something about the moment felt unreal. Maybe it was the way Five’s eyes captured the moonlight, accentuating the vibrance in his blue eyes, all while somehow increasing your attraction towards him, something you thought was impossible. Regardless, in that moment you knew completely that you were in love with Five, and that you had been in love with him for a while. 

You had met Five in the library one day while you were researching precognition and psychokinesis. For years your parents told you that you were strange, and somewhat cursed by a set of evil abilities. They medicated you to suppress your powers. Eventually, you recognized the terribleness in what they were putting you through, and you stopped taking your medication. The unfortunate downside to all this was the fact that you struggled controlling your psychokinesis and precognition. And, at times, your precognition was a curse rather than a blessing. You saw things you never wanted to see, for people you didn’t even know. All you knew was that these were futures you had to change. 

If you hadn’t met Five that day at the library, you would have been lost. Somehow, he knew you weren’t “normal”. He could tell that you had abilities by the electricity in your eyes, the clear anxiety stretched across your face as you turned the pages of the book you were reading through. 

He had also said there was a connection between you two. A certain, supersymmetry.

“Let me help you,” He had said. 

And you did. 

That was about a year ago. Now your powers were much more developed, and much more controlled. Prior to Five’s help, along with the help of his siblings, you began to feel so much more comfortable. Your parents had seen you as a freak, someone who wasn’t worth anything. They made you so self conscious about yourself, to the point where you didn’t think you would ever belong somewhere. 

Five however, made you feel important. He made you feel whole again. He made you feel so valued. For once in your life, you felt like you belonged. 

Five silently moved a bit closer to you, the feeling of his shoulder brushing lightly up against yours snapping you back to reality. Heat rises to your cheeks, and you can feel yourself turning red. Your heart is beating out of your chest, and you can no longer concentrate on your book. 

Five looks over to you, instantly recognizing that something was wrong. “Hey, are you alright?” His right hand reaches to hold your own. You swallow harshly as you feel his thumb softly brushing over the top of your hand. You wanted to tell him how you felt, right then and there.

“Y-yeah I’m okay,” You stutter. “It’s just this part of the book, it gets me a bit worked up,” You lie. 

“Are you sure?” Five continues to question, adjusting himself so that his body faces you. “If something is wrong, you can talk to me about. You know I’m here for you,” He pauses, looking deeply into your eyes, “I’m always here for you.” 

Five leans in a bit, studying your face carefully, his gaze shifting between your eyes and your lips. He’s inches away from you now. Five swallows harshly, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. You can feel his breath dance delicately against your cheeks. 

There’s a tension in the air that you can’t describe as Five’s lips part. “Can I kiss you?” Five breathes, swallowing harshly again. You nod your head. 

Five’s lips collide with yours. The kiss is soft and innocent. You close your eyes as your heart flutters in your chest, butterflies raging in the pit of your stomach. You had wanted this for so long. You feel so connected to Five, like supersymmetry.

Five’s warm lips pull away from yours, and you open your eyes. 

Five smiles widely. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” He says, his face still inches away from yours. He nervously scratches the back of his neck. “I didn’t think you would want to, well, you know…” He trails off. 

You shake your head. “I’ve liked you for such a long time, Five,” You explain. “Why wouldn’t I want to kiss you?” 

Five looks off to the fireplace at the other end of the room. “I don’t know, I don’t feel like I’m not good enough for you. Why would someone like you want someone like me?” 

You couldn’t believe what he was saying. Five was one of the most amazing people you had ever met. You take a deep breath, realizing what you needed to say. “Five, I’ve been in love with you for months now. The question is, why wouldn’t someone like me want someone like you?” 

Five’s head whips back towards you. “You love me?” 

Shit, I said that too soon, You think to yourself. Fuck, it’s too late now. “Y-yes,” You stutter. “I love you.” 

The corners of Five’s mouth instantly turn up. “I lo-,”

Diego cuts Five off, rushing into the room, knives in his hands, fear in his eyes. His face was pale. He looked as though he had just seen a ghost. “Five! (Y/N)! We’ve got a bit of a problem on our hands…” 

Suddenly, the windows lining the walls of the library violently swing open, and an intense, cold wind rushes through the room. Books fly off the shelves, pages tearing out due to the sheer pressure. Five grabs onto your hand, squeezing tightly. 

“It can’t be,” Five says, standing up, still holding your hand in his. You stand up with him. “We locked her away, for good this time,” Five shouts in annoyance. You look at Five, the color drained from his face, his eyes frantically searching Diego’s for some sort of explanation. 

“She’s here, Five. She’s in the courtyard, and she’s asking for (Y/N),” Diego says, his voice shaky. He anxiously runs a hand through his hair. 

Dammit, You think to yourself. Vanya. Vanya had lost her temper once before, around the time that the Hargreeves took you into the Academy, and you had all agreed that it would be best to find a safe place to keep Vanya until she learned to control her powers. They didn’t want to emotionally instabilities and hurt Vanya further, but more importantly, they didn’t want her to have the opportunity to hurt a single person.

Five shakes his head in disbelief. “What the hell does Vanya want with (Y/N)?” Five questions, anger prevalent in his voice. “I swear to God, if she lays one hand on (Y/N), or does anything to hurt her, I’m going to mur-,” 

Diego cuts Five off. “She’s your sister, you’re not going to kill her.” 

Five rolls his eyes, letting go of your hand as he steps closer to Diego. “No, I’m going to do whatever it takes to make sure nothing happens to (Y/N). If that means killing the person who has caused us so much pain and loss over the past two years, then that’s just what has to be done.” Five’s finger aggressively presses against Diego’s chest, his nose scrunched up in rage.

“Or I can just go out there and see what it is she wants. I can handle myself, you know,” You say, your arms folding across your chest. 

Suddenly, you feel a sharp pain pressing against the side of your head. Fuck not now, You think to yourself as a vision of the future begins to display itself in your mind. 

There was Vanya, across from Five. You were nowhere to be seen. 

“She did this! She took my place! I’m supposed to be Number Seven! Not her!” Vanya screams at the top of her lungs. 

“Vanya, you need to calm down!” Five shouts back, stepping closer towards Vanya. 

“I am The White Violin! And don’t you dare fucking tell me to calm down!” Vanya says, running towards Five, her bow in her hand. Five attempts to teleport to the other side of the courtyard, but his powers refuse to cooperate.

“Vanya stop!" Five yells, backing up. But he’s trapped. She approaches him, bow in hand, ready to strike. She pulls back, then-

You fall to your knees, head in your hands. You begin to sob uncontrollably. You can’t, no you refuse, to fathom what it was you had just seen.  

“(Y/N)?” Five calls out, dropping down to your side, his arms wrapping around you tightly. “What happened? Did you see something?” 

You can’t speak. You can’t get the image of Five dying out of your mind. You move your body so that you’re crying into Five’s chest, his warmth calming you down a bit. 

“Guys,” a new voice interjects. “No one told me about the psychotic woman in the courtyard. Now be honest, who ordered her to play the violin for us? I won’t be mad. I’m sure you had good intentions!” You knew instantly that it was Klaus, based on the fact that he was trying to make a joke out of a serious situation. You look up at him, expecting him to be chill, nonchalant, ready to crack another joke, but fear filled his face. 

You pull apart from Five, pushing off the cold ground with your hands to stand up. “I have to go out there,” You say softly. “She’s here because of me.”

Five stands up, grabbing your wrist. “No, she’s just going to hurt you. I’ll go out there. I can talk her down. She trusts me.” 

You shake your head, pulling away from Five once again. You take a deep breath. “N-not according to the v-vision I just h-had,” You say nervously. “F-five, sh-she…” You pause, anxiously scratching your forearm. “She k-killed y-you.” Tears fill your eyes. “I have to go out there. It can’t be you. Your powers are going to stop working due to her manipulation of the atmosphere, she knows how to best you. Sh-she knows h-how to d-destroy y-you.” 

Silence looms over the room. You feel the wind picking up as more books fly off the shelves. Suddenly, all at once, the windows shatter. 

“Fuck!” Diego screams, crouching down, holding his hands over his ears as shards of glass rain down. “We need to do something!” 

Klaus nods his head in agreement as he crouches down next to Diego. You and Five crouch down as well. A few seconds pass by before it seems as though things had calmed down a bit. The wind, however, persisted.

“It has to be me,” You exclaim as you stand back up, walking towards the nearest door to the courtyard.

“You can’t do this, (Y/N)! Look what Vanya’s capable of! I can’t lose you!” Five yells, his voice struggling to carry over the wind.

“I’m sorry, Five,” You say, picking up your speed as you run out of the room, struggling to move against the wind. 

“No!” You hear Five’s voice echo behind you. You turn around to see Klaus and Diego holding Five back, kicking and screaming like a child. You wish you hadn’t turned around. Turning around is never a good idea…ever. It makes you see a second option, another choice. You could go back, let someone else take their chance at stopping Vanya.

But in reality, you had no choice. It was just the allusion of choice. If you turned around, someone else would die, and eventually Vanya would most likely find a way kill you anyway. She was here for you, and that was exactly what she was going to get.

Tears begin to stream down your cheeks as you recognize what it was you were about to do. You were sacrificing yourself for the others. You knew it had to be done, you knew there was no other way. You needed to save Five. He’s survived through so much, he could get through losing you. And after all, as your parents had so often reminded you, you were worthless. He’d get over you quickly enough. 

You begin to sob as you approach the set of French doors that led to the courtyard. You carefully maneuver around the broken shards of glass on the ground so you could open the door. Your hand rests on the handle.

This is it, here we go, You think to yourself. You twist the handle, and you pull the door open.

The wind outside is even more intense. You can barely breathe. Rain taps away at the concrete. Vanya is in the center of the courtyard, levitating about three feet in the air. An ominous blue light surrounds her, and garden chairs swirl about her. Broken pots and other items are scattered across the ground in a huge mess. 

“Vanya!” You call out, your voice weak from crying. Still, somehow, she hears you clearly. The objects spinning around her stop, and they remain suspended in air.

“My name is no longer Vanya!” She screams. “It’s White Violin!” With a single look, Vanya lifts a piece of broken glass, and sends it flying towards you. You extend your right hand out, stopping the shard just inches away from your face. 

You swallow harshly. “Let me talk to you, Vanya. I can fix this!” You shout. 

Vanya scoffs. “You took my place, (Y/N)! I’m Number Seven. You’re nothing. You’re worthless! You aren’t even one of the 43 babies! What are you? Seventeen years old? You’re a child!” 

Her words are far too familiar to you. They sound exactly like your parents. Tears begin to fall down your cheeks rapidly. Amidst all the chaos, all you can think about is the hell you had endured for years. You close your eyes as you flashback to your mother telling you that she didn’t love you, your father essentially disowning you, and finally, being kicked out of your own home. 

Then, an idea pops into your mind. “Vanya, I know how it feels to be hurt, to feel like you don’t have a place, to feel different. We’re more similar than you think. Together, we can get through this. I can help y-,” 

Your words are interrupted by a sharp pain in your lower abdomen. You grab at the area, and you feel a sharp object. You look down, your hands and clothing now covered in blood. An incredibly large shard of glass sticks out of your stomach. You look up towards Vanya, and back down to where she had stabbed you. You fall to the ground. 

The cold wind passes through your body. The concrete underneath you is unwelcoming and frigid. How did all this happen? You think to yourself. How did I not see this coming? I’m so naive. I thought I could help her…fix her.

“(Y/N)!” You hear Five’s voice call out. “No, no, no!” Five hovers over you, his hand coming down to your cheek. “Stay with me, please.”

“I-I’m s-so sorry,” You croak, the pain worsening. 

“No, don’t apologize, please don’t do that,” Tears stream down Five’s face. He takes a deep breath. “I love you. I meant to say that before all of this happened. I’m in love with you, (Y/N), please just stay with me.” 

You smile weakly. “I’m sorry I couldn’t stop her. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you how I felt sooner. I just need you to know-,”

Five cuts you off, his warm lips pressing against yours. The kiss is quick, and you wish it could’ve lasted longer. “No, you aren’t saying goodbye to me, not yet. Stay with me, please.” Five kisses your forehead lightly. “I can’t lose you.” His hands are trembling as his thumb softly brushes your left cheek. You feel that connection again, the connection you had felt when Five had kissed you in the library just minutes ago. Supersymmetry.

You hear Vanya’s voice echo throughout the courtyard. “It had to be done, Five. She took my place. She ruined everything for me!” Five’s eyes shut tightly at her words, tears flowing freely from his eyes. 

Five opens his ocean blue eyes again, his bangs resting against his forehead. He studies your face carefully. “I’m so sorry that you’ll have to be here for this, but it has to be done,” Five says, standing up. 

You’re beyond confused. What is he talking about? You think to yourself. “F-Five…” You trail off, too drained of energy to be able to say anything. 

“Hey Vanya!” Five yells out. “Think fucking fast!”

You can’t see what happens, but you hear a singular gun shot ring out. Suddenly, the wind stops. You hear a clatter of things falling to the ground, and then everything turns to black. 

Your eyes flutter open. The world is white. You look around, but it seems as though there is nothing to be seen. You sit up from the soft, white bed you had been laying on. You swing your feet around to the right side, and you stand up. The floor beneath your feet is warm and inviting. You turn around, and you see a figure with long brown hair, dressed in white. 

You immediately know who it is. 

“Vanya?” You call out. Vanya turns around to face you, a small, sad, apologetic smile spread across her face. 

She begins to walk towards you. “I’m so sorry,” She whispers. “You have no idea how sorry I am, (Y/N).”

In that moment, it felt as though you two were being brought together by some outside presence. You were connected. It was supersymmetry. 

“I know. I am too.” 

Vanya then disappears into nothingness, and a welcoming, calming presence takes you away. 

Your eyes open groggily, rays of light pouring into the room. You spot Five slumped in a chair next to the bed you were laying in.  You seem to be in an infirmary. “Wh-what happened?” You say, struggling to sit up. 

“Oh my God, (Y/N),” Five says softly, almost in disbelief, rushing over to your side. “I thought I’d never see those eyes again,” He chuckles lightly, clearly fighting through the pain he had been feeling. You can’t help but smile. 

Suddenly, memories of what had happened come back to you in bits and pieces. 

“How long was I unconscious for?” You ask, searching Five’s piercing blue eyes for an answer. 

“Only about twenty four hours, but they were the longest twenty four hours of my life. We weren’t sure if you were…” Five trails off, looking down at his feet. “I-If you were going to make it.”

“And Vanya?” You question, even though you’re almost more than certain that you knew the answer. 

“She didn’t make it,” Five says, his voice filled with remorse, tears filling his eyes. “I had to do it, (Y/N). She would’ve hurt other people.”

You grab his hand. “You don’t need to justify what you did. You did the right thing,” You say reassuringly. 

“When I saw what she did to you, I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t lose you,” He shakes his head.

“And you didn’t. You never will,” You say to Five. 

There was that feeling again, that connection…supersymmetry.