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loousir · 3 years ago

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Neighbours {Uno}

Uno x Male Reader

Anime: Nanbaka

Warnings: Uhm, this one might be weirdly written...

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Originally Posted on January 4, 2021

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"Ow! That was really unnecessary!" You yelled at who you know as Supervisor Sugoroku. "It was more than necessary considering you're being a pain." He said locking the cell you were thrown in. You groaned and explored your cell a bit.

Building 13, cell 12, inmate number (#)

(F/N) (L/N)

You sighed as you laid down in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do since you knew you were being watched extra considering this was the third building you've been transferred to. You started out in building 5 with Samon but it quickly turned out that you really liked to slip out of his grasp and run off to building 3.

Kiji didn't mind too much that you got transferred into his building considering you always called him out if his makeup was off or fading. He really appreciated you for that until you offered to do his makeup and make him look like a clown. Or at least more of one than he already was.

Finally you were transferred to building 13. That was where you would be from now on considering Supervisor Sugoroku wouldn't take any of your shit. You were told about the boys in the next cell over but didn't really think it was true until you heard the alarm go off. You scrambled to your feet to see what was going on and saw the four infamous inmates run by. The guy with long pink and blonde braided hair really caught your eye.

"How does someone even get hair that long.." You asked yourself softly. Right as you said that, the supervisor ran by. "I can see why they put me here." You said out loud as you laid out your blanket. It was getting late so you decided to just try and sleep.

Before you drifted off into the only peaceful place in this prison, you heard a faint, "Hajime, you didn't tell us we have a new neighbor!"

~The Next Morning~

You felt something poking your face, thinking it was your cell mate so you just ignored it.

Wait.. I don't have a cell mate anymore.

You shot up and slapped the hand away, becoming defensive and glaring at the person who was poking you. "Jeez man chill! I thought you died in your sleep or something, we've been here for a while now." You noticed it was the blonde from yesterday. Looking around him you saw the other three guys he was running with.

"I have two questions. How the hell did you get in here and why." You more or less stated than asked. "Well, my pal Jyugo here is the key to the world so we slipped out of our cell, as usual, and snuck into yours while you were sleeping!" You tilted your head slightly and raised a brow. "So you're saying hes good a lock picking?" The boy with green hair nodded. "Yup!"

"Now, why are you four in here again?" You said looking around, seeing their numbers. "15, 11, 25, and 69. So you four are the ones that are always trying to escape right?" 11 nodded. "And we came in to see who you were, Hajime didn't tell us we had a new neighbor." "I can understand why he didn't say anything.." You mumbled. "Hey I heard that! It wasn't even my idea." 69 said crossing his arms.

"Yeah, it was all Uno's idea!" 25 said copying 69's pose. "I'm guessing that's you." You said pointing to the mentioned male. "That's him." 15 said. "Anyway, now that you know why we're here, mind introducing yourself?" Uno said sitting next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You instantly tensed up and tried to push him away but he didn't budge.

"So.. My options are respond to the questions or wait till the Supervisor comes.." You accidentally said out loud. "I mean, pretty much." 15 said. You sighed and said, "(Y/N). I'm a transfer from building 3. Number (#)." 11's eyes widened slightly. "Wait you came from building 3?" You nodded. "I was originally from building 5."

"That's crazy. What did you do to get transferred twice?" 69 asked. "Well I liked to run away from Samon to building 3 so they shoved me there with Kiji." You said shrugging. 11 still hung on your shoulder as you talked, staring at the side of your face. You could feel his eyes watching your mouth move. "In few words, I made Kiji look like a clown. And that's how I got here."

You stood up leaving 11 on the bed behind you. "Mind telling my your names since this is my cell after all?" You said standing by the window. "My name's Nico!" The boy with green hair perked up. "This is Rock, Jyugo, and Uno." He said pointing to each as he said their name. You turned your head to Jyugo and analyzed his face. He looked uncomfortable as you stared him down.

You did the same to the other three. Rock didn't seem fazed by the staring and Nico just smiled brightly at you. Uno on the other hand just smirked at you. "Like what you see?" He asked, the cocky tone in his voice showing clearly. "No." You said straight faced. A look of hurt quickly replaced his smirk.

I love what I see.

You went back over to window and stared out of it. "We should get back before someone comes by." Uno said, sounding hurt by your words but clearly trying to cover it so no one would ask. "Bye (Y/N)!" Nico said as they walked out. "Uno, quit being so pouty." Rock said once they were outside. They said something else but you didn't hear. You yawned and continued to look out the window until one of the guards came by.

"(#), its time to go eat." They said unlocking your cell. You nodded and held out your hands to be cuffed. The bluenette looked at your hands before looking back at you. "Just come on." He said leading you to the cafeteria. Once you entered you looked around and noticed the boys from cell 13 sitting down and eating. You didn't want to bug them so you found a different spot before going to get some food.

After getting your meal of choice, you sat down at the empty table and started to eat. Damn, this is way better than the other buildings.. You thought to yourself as you continued to eat. While you did so, you didn't notice the pair of blue eyes staring at you again. It's a lot calmer here, kinda nice.. You scanned the room and looked at the people who stayed in the same building as you. While your eyes were examining your surroundings you locked eyes with a certain someone you didn't expect to be staring.

The both of you stared at each other before you broke eye contact, a slight blush on your face. Even though you two were a distance away you could see his eyes perfectly. You reached into your pocket and pulled out a gemstone, almost identical to his eye color. You quickly slipped it back into your pocket once you heard footsteps growing closer. "Hey neighbor~" Uno said sitting close to you, close enough your sides were touching.

"What do you want." You said as you continued to eat. "So cold. I was wondering what you just slipped back into your pocket." He said sneakily reaching to grab it out of your pocket while you ate. "Uno don't even try." You said looking over to him. The both of you locked eyes again and he was the one who broke the gaze. "What? I wasn't trying anything!" He said acting as if he did nothing. "Suure.." You said as you started to eat again.

The two of you were quiet for a moment before he spoke up. "Did you really mean what you said earlier?" He asked with his head laying on the table. You looked over to him, surprised by his calm tone. It was silent for a second before you answered. "Yeah, I just think you took it in a different way than I intended." His head tilted slightly as he looked at you from the table top. "What do you mean by that?"

"Think about it. If someone said no to liking something whats the other reason they would say no? And I don't mean because they dislike it." You said while you finish what you had. Uno looked confused as he thought. "I still don't get what you mean." He said looking at you again.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"

Uno had a shocked yet understanding look on his face. "I'm guessing it finally clicked." You said smirking. "Alright! Back to your cells!" One of the gaurds yelled. You stood up to throw your plate away but Uno stopped you. "I'll be at your cell in a few." You raised a brow and rolled your eyes as he walked off to join the others. You did the same and headed back to your cell.

Once you got back to your cell you went to your bed to sit and read. You chose a random book and started to read. A slight breeze made its way past you, causing you to shiver. Its way colder here. You thought as you continued to read. As you got lost in the sea of words you were pulled out of it when your door opened. Uno and Jyugo were standing there. "Thanks Jyugo!" Uno said walking in. Jyugo just nodded and shut the door behind Uno and walked back to his cell.

You marked your place and set it aside as Uno joined you on the bed. "So what did you come here for?" You asked looking over to him. "I never answered your question!" He said with a smile on his face. "Which one?" You asked tilting your head slightly. "You really forgot? This just happened." He said getting a bit closer. You backed up slightly only for him to keep getting closer. Eventually you ended up against the wall and Uno had you trapped under him.

"What are y--!!" Uno closed the gap between the two of you with a kiss. Your eyes widened slightly as a blush dusted your cheeks. You didn't kiss back due to shock. He pulled away and looked into your eyes, his blue ones showing brightly. "Yes, I do believe in love at first sight." He said kissing you again. You closed your eyes and kissed back. You could feel him smirk against your lips before he pulled away.

You blushed and looked away from him. "I'm gonna get going before I get in trouble." He said getting up and walking over to the door. "See ya later!~" He said walking out.

You glared at the door and rolled your eyes. Reaching into your pocket you felt that the gemstone wasn't there. "You piece of shit!" You yelled going to the door. Uno just laughed and went back into his cell. "Y'know Uno, that looks just like your eyes!" You heard Nico say. "Yeah, it kinda does! No wonder he likes me so much." Uno said just loud enough for you to hear, knowing you were still listening. You groaned and laid down on the bed.

Stupid cute asshole

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for-fucks-sake-h · 4 years ago

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At My Weakest - two

rated: m, mature | word count: 4.2k | story page

“I wanna taste you again. Like a secret or a sin.”

- Matthew Perryman Jones

When Gianna stirred awake, she wasn’t surprised to find Harry laying beside her. What she was surprised about though was the absolute softness of his face.

The lines of his cheekbone and jaw were still sharp, but his skin was completely smooth. The usual indent between his brows was nonexistent, and his hair was a beautiful curly mess. She found herself reaching out to smooth some stray curls back behind his ear, her fingertips just barely brushing his soft skin.

He didn’t disappoint once he got her in his bed. Turns out his smug, cocky demeanor could be backed up, and backed up well. He wasn’t short on foreplay, he didn’t rush into it. If anything, he drew out the string of anticipation so ridiculously thin it snapped; until they were all hands and mouths and moans and pleasure.

It was good. It was fun. It was a much needed distraction.

But it looked different in the daylight.

What was passionate gasps and needy hands in the dimmed moonlight, was just a sloppy rebound fuck with a friend in the early morning daylight.

Gianna was careful to slip out of bed, nakedly grabbing her borrowed sweater from the floor before tiptoeing to his bathroom. And when she returned, she was met with green eyes and tousled hair.

“Thought you left.” His voice was even deeper than usual, the early morning rasp doing nothing to quell Gianna’s increasingly warming skin. “Didn’t think you were a hit and run kinda person.”

Gianna breathed a soft laugh as she made her way over to him in just her sweater.

“No, but I should probably get my ass on the couch before your sister wakes up.”

“Y’know she sleeps like the dead.” He watched her as he fiddled with the corner of his duvet, eyes tracing the curve of her hip where the sweater ended against her caramel skin. “Could give you one more before you go.”

The lightness of his eyes looked iridescent in the morning light, especially in comparison to the blown out brown of Gianna’s staring back at him.

He sat up just then, the dark emerald sheet slipping down his chest to rest casually across his bare hips. He was a sight with his unruly hair falling over his collar bones and his toned chest and stomach on full display.

“In fact,” he started as he scooted down the bed until he was right in front of her, his feet meeting the ground as he pulled her closer between his thighs, “was thinking we could do this whenever you want.”

Gianna’s hands found his bare shoulders, his skin still incredibly warm from sleep and as soft as it looked.

“Is this my sweater?” Harry asked suddenly as he looked down to where he played with the knitted fabric at her hips, his hands slowly splaying out on Gianna’s bare thighs.

“Gemma gave it to me last night,” she responded softly.

“Hm. Anyway… could be a perfect fit for both of us,” Harry murmured, his head tilted up towards Gianna’s, his lips inches from hers. The innuendo was embedded in his tone and the look on his face, and even more blatantly obvious when the most subtle indent of a dimple teased its way onto his cheek.

It would be too easy for Gianna to take him up on the offer, crawl back into bed with him and let him bring her over the edge as many times as he wanted; as many times as she wanted. But for as sexy and generous as he’d been, she knew it wasn’t the best idea and something she shouldn’t get used to.

Gianna sighed with a gentle squeeze to his shoulder blade. “H…”

“G,” Harry rebutted in a playful tone.

“Probably not a good idea.”

“I beg to differ. Think it’s a great idea. My best idea yet.”

“Last night was fun,” Gianna offered gently. “I just don’t think we should make a habit out of it. I have a lot going on and I don’t want to drag you—”

“—Hey, say no more.”

If Harry’s ego was bruised from the rejection, he didn’t show it.

Instead, he pushed himself up from the bed as she took a step back, the sheet knowingly falling away from his body as he stood before her at his full height. They were nearly chest to chest, and it took everything inside Gianna to ignore the way her nipples pebbled beneath the soft fabric of her sweater.

“The offer’s available if you ever want it.” His lips curled around every word, only making his offer even more overwhelmingly enticing.

He didn’t wait for a response. Instead, his chest brushed against her arm as he carelessly moved around her to head to the bathroom, completely naked, every inch of his body on display.

If he felt Gianna’s eyes on him, he didn’t show it.

A fresh steam of her reworn silk skirt and sheer button down blouse later, and the party was in full swing, guests arriving one after another to her parents home.

Gianna was lucky to have arrived when she did, the distraction of guests doing her every favor to hold off the inevitable questions from her family. A quick comment that Steve was held up at work was as far into it as she could get before her mother was whisked away by one thing or another. Gianna wasn’t so worried about the lie as she was her delivery of said lie.

The end of her relationship was the last thing she felt like discussing at her fathers 50th birthday celebration.

The one thing she didn’t anticipate was the possibility of Steve showing up.

She saw him as soon as he walked through the front door, his polo shirt and perfectly styled hair immediately catching her eye. His eyes scanned the room in search of her, and it felt like her heart could literally drop out of her ass.

Gianna excused herself from her fathers colleagues before making her way toward him, her blood boiling as her heart pounded in her chest.

“What are you doing here?” She whispered harshly as she pulled him aside, eyes ablaze as she looked at him.

“You haven’t been answering your phone.” His response was so casual for someone who blew up their life together without a second thought.

“Yeah you lost that privilege yesterday, Steve.”

“Gianna, please. Let’s just talk about this.”

“You need to leave.”

“Gianna—”

“Y’alright?” Gianna turned to look up at the sound of the intruder's voice, her eyes meeting Harry’s expressionless face immediately.

Gianna was quick to reel in her emotions as well, instead smiling and greeting Harry and Gemma and their parents.

“Hi guys! Yeah, yeah, all good. Steve was just leaving,” Gianna continued to smile despite the confused look on Harry and Gemma’s parents faces. “He’s gotta work.”

Steve huffed. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Let’s go find Lisa!” Gemma suggested to her parents with a gentle guide on both of their backs.

“Oh, she’s in the kitchen.” Gianna pointed in the direction of her mother and released a sigh when they headed that way.

Gianna turned back to Steve the moment they were out of earshot. “You’re a real asshole, you know that?”

Steve opened his mouth to reply, but Harry was quick to interject. “Think she told you to go.”

Gianna watched the anger wash over Steve’s face as he turned to Harry.

“Shouldn’t take me telling you for you to listen,” Harry added with a disapproving shake of his head.

That confidence Harry exuded? Yeah, it came in handy in a wide array of situations.

“Don’t make me kick you out of here,” Gianna told Steve. “I don’t want to cause a scene and embarrass my mum but I will if I have to.”

Harry took the most subtle step closer. He really only sort of shifted his weight towards Gianna more, barely enough to even notice, but judging by Steve’s disgruntled face, he noticed.

Gianna noticed too.

“We’re going to talk about this later.” Just the sound of Steve’s voice made Gianna’s heart plummet. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, but it was.

She watched him turn around with an exasperated huff, a withheld breath escaping her when he disappeared through the front door.

“Y’okay?”

Gianna momentarily forgot Harry was still standing beside her. “Yeah,” she nodded. “Gonna go hide for a bit and collect myself.”

She didn’t wait for his response before she disappeared upstairs with tears welling in her eyes.

Who did Steve think he was? Just showing up at her parents home as if nothing happened? Something did happen. A lot of shit happened. Many words were exchanged and the way Gianna left their home and didn’t look back said even more then her frustrated, broken words.

Gianna didn’t know how long she hid in her childhood bathroom, but apparently it was long enough for someone to come looking for her when she heard the softest tap on the door.

She wasn’t crying, that was a plus. So she braced herself for her mother to be undoubtedly on the other side of the door, but opened it slowly to find none other than Harry leaned up against the doorframe, his face closer than she would have expected.

His chin was pointed down towards his chest, leaving him to look up at her through his lashes with his eyebrows raised high and the lines across his forehead even more prominent.

“Just checking on you. Y’don’t have to come out yet if you don’t wanna.”

Gianna leaned against the wall so that she was standing parallel to him, her body lining up perfectly with his, both of their arms crossed over their chests, the door to the bathroom propped open just enough for them to see each other.

“Is my mum looking for me?”

He pursed his lips with regret. “I did hear her say your name a little bit ago.”

Gianna released a deep sigh as she let her eyes fall closed. “I can’t believe he just showed up here.”

“Do you know what he wanted?”

Gianna scoffed. “No clue, probably to torture me some more. As if yesterday wasn’t enough.”

“He’s got some nerve,” Harry shook his head in disbelief.

Gianna exhaled again. “I don’t even wanna be here and now I gotta go put a show on for everyone and pretend like everything’s fine.”

Harry gave her a small, understanding smile. “Want me to go fall down the stairs as a distraction?”

The tiniest shiver rolled down his spine when she smiled with a shake of her head.

“I’ll just dive head first. They’ll be so distracted with my broken collar bone that you can sneak out the back,” he added with a completely straight face, intently fighting the twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Gianna laughed softly as she pushed her elbow against his. “What if you mess up your face? I’ll never forgive myself.”

“Oh yeah, you’re right. Never mind scratch that idea,” Harry replied quickly, the smile forming across his face regardless of his efforts.

Gianna’s face softened after a moment, and Harry couldn’t be positive, but he was pretty sure her body moved a half an inch closer to his.

“Thanks for stepping in with him,” she said sincerely, her big brown eyes steady on his.

Harry swallowed discreetly, licking his lips in a force of habit. “Anytime,” he murmured, his eyes flicking across her face.

“You didn’t have to,” Gianna replied mindlessly, her eyes falling across his face.

“Know I didn’t.” Harry’s voice was soft, because as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he felt like his skin was on fire.

She was so close. Her perfume invaded his senses the same way it did on the roof, it had seeped into his sheets and lingered on his skin that morning. It was all he could focus on, subconsciously pulling him closer to her.

Although, maybe not totally subconscious at all. He knew he wanted her. He knew that after one night with her, that he wanted her again, as many times as she’d give herself to him.

He could tell she wanted to kiss him. Fuck, he was willing her to just do it. It was like every fiber of his being was screaming for her to just connect their mouths, get lost in each other again. But he could tell she was having some sort of internal battle that held her back.

“What are you thinking?” he asked softly, eyes peering into hers.

She blinked back at him, the soft furrow of her brows somehow making her more attractive. He watched her mouth open and close, trying to find the words.

“Tell me,” he murmured.

He could feel her breath just barely brushing his lips as his eyes pulled down to the curve of her Cupid’s bow first, then the curve of her chest, before traveling the same path back again, ready to dive back into the deep brown of her eyes.

They were cast down, the curl of her lashes on display instead, and at first Harry assumed in shame or disinterest. But they burned against his own mouth, as she took account of every curve of his lips.

“G...” he tried once more, hoping that the movement of his lips spurred her on.

She was about to say something, Harry could see it on every inch of her face, but then there were footsteps entering the room and the sound of her name being called that Gianna snapped back, pulling away from him so quickly that it felt like the wind had been knocked out of him.

“Oh there you are,” Gemma said, relieved. “Your mum's going to go searching for you any minute, wanted to find you first.”

“Yeah, same,” Harry nodded as he tried to casually run a hand through the top of his hair and gently tuck a stray piece behind his ear. Only it didn’t feel casual at all, the only thing he felt was fidgety. “I’ll go distract her,” he added as he pushed his hands into the pockets of his black jeans and turned to leave.

The truth was, he felt like he couldn’t breath and he wasn’t even quite sure why. Gianna was hard to read, she was really good at bottling things up which left him completely unsure where he stood. She told him she wasn’t interested, and he understood why. Things could get complicated and that was the last thing she needed in her life at the moment. But then she looked at him like that, and her eyes - reluctant but burning into his skin - said something completely different.

He wasn’t going to push her, though. She needed a friend and that was what he was going to be to her. So he went to Lisa’s side and talked her ear off about a recent show he had watched on Discovery, and watched with a small smirk as Gianna’s mum pretended to be interested.

Luckily, the rest of the party went on as normal. And even more so, Gianna and Harry didn’t have a moment alone together until the goodbyes. There was the slightest bit of hesitancy when they went to leave a kiss on each other's cheeks, something they and their families always did when parting ways.

It was a blip of a moment really, but it was enough to have chills running across Gianna’s skin just from the barely there scruff of Harry’s cheek brushing hers. He gave a small, but reassuring smile when he pulled away, a soft squeeze of her arm just before he followed Gemma out the door.

It was insane, but she couldn’t stop thinking about him the rest of the night. While she helped her parents clean up, while they talked her ear off about their upcoming travel plans, while she finally peeled herself away from them at nearly midnight, while she drove back to Gemma and Harry’s place, while she tiptoed inside and locked up behind her.

“Hey,” Gemma called from where she was curled up on the couch in front of the tv. “Rest of the night go okay?”

“Oh, yeah. The usual really.” Gianna sighed as she slipped her studded heels off, her limbs feeling heavy from the long day.

“I’ll be out of your bedroom in a mo, this is almost over,” Gemma said half heartedly, eyes still trained on the tv.

Gianna didn’t bother with a response, but instead wandered down the hallway to Gemma’s room to steal some clothes. She couldn’t help but glance at Harry’s bedroom door, the light peeking through the bottom like a temptation.

She wondered what he was doing in there as she changed, if he heard her come in, if he could sense her in the proximity somehow. Her fingertips prickled with curiosity and her mind tiptoed along the ledge of “what if” and “maybe” and “why not”.

He offered. All she had to do was accept.

When she stepped out of Gemma’s room with an oversized white tee shirt and minty fresh teeth, she immediately noticed that Harry’s light was no longer illuminating the edges of his door, the room seemingly pitch black.

Maybe that was a sign from the universe or something. Maybe, she thought, she should just quit while she’s ahead.

Her makeshift bed was all ready for her in the living room, Gemma having neatly arranged blankets and pillows on the couch where she was previously sitting. That was one thing about both of the Style’s siblings, they never made you feel unwelcome.

“Alright love, let me know if you need anything,” Gemma spoke as she placed her empty tea cup in the sink.

“Thanks, Gems. Seriously. Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Gemma smiled warmly as she walked over, wrapping Gianna in a quick hug before heading for the hallway.

“Oh,” she turned around quickly, “Harry spoke to Steve after we left.”

Gianna’s heart stopped, bracing herself for whatever transpired between them. “How bad was it?”

“Eh,” Gemma shrugged, chuckling lightly as she continued. “Harry yelled a lot, but he’ll be gone for a few hours tomorrow morning so you can go get your stuff. We’ll go with you to help.”

Gianna released a heavy sigh, overwhelmed with her friend's generosity. “You guys don’t have to do that.”

“Too bad because we are,” Gemma quickly replied. “Harry told Steve he was coming with you anyway, just in case he decides to try anything like what went on today. Plus, the more hands means the faster you can get out of there.”

Gianna gave her a pouty smile.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Gemma laughed. “You would do the same for me.”

“I would,” she agreed.

“Besides, Harry’s the one that made it happen. He just told me the plan before he went to bed.” Gemma smoothed down the baby hairs sticking up at the front of Gianna’s hairline, a small, sympathetic smile on her face. “I love you, get some sleep.”

Gianna didn’t know what she did to deserve a friend like Gemma, but she was grateful every single day for whatever cosmic blip happened in the universe to force them together.

“Love you,” Gianna murmured as she watched Gemma head for her room, finding herself standing completely still as she watched her bedroom door close softly at the end of the hall.

And then she was left in silence with nothing but her thoughts. Which if anyone could hear inside her brain, they’d know they were anything but silent.

She went to plop down on the couch, letting out a long, deep sigh as she sunk into the cushions.

Harry didn’t need to put his neck out like that, but he did. His exact reasoning, Gianna wasn’t sure. But he appeared beside her at that party like it was second nature. He took it upon himself to find a way for her to safely get her things from her former home, and she was grateful. He was a good friend. She knew that already, but it was even more prominent now.

She thought starting something with Harry would be harder on her than not. She thought she didn’t need the added stress. But he never showed any indication that he would make anything stressful for her. If anything, the only thing he showed was the opposite.

A distraction, an escape, a good time.

That was all she needed right now. And in a way, that was exactly what Harry was offering.

So she pulled herself up from the couch with purpose, and padded down the hall to the door on the right with her heart beating wildly in her chest. Her fingers brushed along the grain of wood, a last chance effort to back away with none the wiser.

But she didn’t want to. As ridiculous as it seemed, Harry made her feel something that she desperately needed at the moment.

So she jumped.

It was the softest tap, her knuckle meeting the wood so lightly she was positive he wouldn’t even hear it. Her breath was shaky as she did it again, this time the tiniest bit harder, more sure.

There was no sign of movement behind the door. She waited with baited breath, tapping her knuckles a third time, squeezing her eyes closed, begging for Gemma not to hear.

But nothing. No sound, no movement, no Harry.

Maybe he had snuck out at some point, while she was changing perhaps. Or maybe he had decided she was right after all, that this - she - was too complicated for him right now.

She drew one last small pattern on the door, her temple pressed against the framing before she dropped her hand and pulled away.

And then in a moment of pure heart stopping relief, the door swung open and a large hand wrapped around her forearm, tugging her inside the dark room so quickly she felt lightheaded.

Her back was pressed up against the wall beside the door as Harry eased it closed quietly. Gianna caught her breath, her chest rising and falling sharply as she took him in. He was in nothing but boxer briefs sitting low on his hips, his hair pulled up in a bun, his skin reflecting against the light of the muted tv in the corner of his room. His bed was unmade, the spot he was previously occupying obvious, what with blankets thrown to the one corner and pillows propped up against the center of the headboard.

Harry was looking at her expectantly when she turned her face back to him, but he didn’t say anything, eyes simply scanning the features of Gianna’s face.

“How’d you know it was me?” Gianna murmured softly.

“I didn’t.” His tone was neutral, but his eyes were blazing, even in the darkness.

She couldn’t pull her eyes from him, and all she could think about was taking the half a step needed to be pressed against his soft skin.

“Hoped it was,” Harry added after a beat of silence, his eyes falling to her mouth. “Didn’t know, but hoped.”

The words barely made their way from his lips before Gianna was taking the small step to connect their mouths. And it was as if Harry was waiting for it, because his hand immediately cupped her jaw as he took his own step, her back pressing against the wall once more.

His lips were warm, and they tasted familiar this time. That thought surprised Gianna somehow - this wasn’t the first time, and although it was new, it was comforting in a way she wouldn’t be able to explain if she tried.

He kissed her with his entire body, every inch of him pressed tightly against her, pinning her to the wall. His tongue teased her bottom lip, and without second thought, she met him with her own, sparks shooting across her skin in the form of goosebumps and anticipation.

The soft groan that escaped his throat as he pulled her even closer lit her on fire, his fingers digging harder into the soft curves of her hips.

“Fuck, I want you,” Harry sighed breathlessly, his lips trailing across Gianna’s jaw and down her neck.

She scratched her nails down his back, his body only pressing against hers more in response. “Want you too,” she whispered, like it was a confession, as if her actions hadn’t already exposed her.

His lips burned against her throat, sucking deliberate kisses to her sensitive skin as his hands smoothed up and down her sides, gripping here, pulling there. She could feel him, hard and needy against her pelvis, and it made her stomach twist with desire.

“This has to stay between us,” Gianna spoke gently up to the ceiling. “No one can know.”

“Good,” Harry stamped a kiss to her jaw, pulling her face to his by the back of her neck, his lips brushing hers with his words. “Can be our secret.”

And it was, he made sure of it. No one would know what went on between them under the darkness of the night, hidden behind the walls of his room, disguised behind their eyes in the daylight.

It would just be theirs, whatever it was, for as long as Harry could help it.

But that’s the thing about secrets… they always find a way out.

a/n: *nervous laughter* Heyyy guysss lol so! There we have it! It’s happening, it’s fine, everything’s fine. The biggest thanks to the best babes @andwhenshesays @oh-honey-styles @harrytheehottie @real-work-of-art @haute-romance-quotidienne @all-things-fic for the comments and laughs and support and encouragement - you guys are the real ones. I hope everyone enjoyed this one! Much more to come *more nervous laughter* lol thank you for reading! I hope you’ve had a great friday! xxx

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-Blue Book- (12)

Warnings: negative emotions like heartbreak, envy etc, alcohol, excessive consumption of alcohol, making out etc.

Wc: 6.1k

You shot awake, groaning as you clutched the bed sheets tightly. Fuck, that was a terrible nightmare. You pushed the sheets off you, your skin feeling clammy and your hands sweaty.

"Y/n? You okay?"

You turned to see Minho looking at you, his face covered in concern as he tentatively placed his hand on your arm, tilting his head.

"I'm fine..." You sighed and shook your head, sitting up straighter. "Really...it was just a bad dream." You mumbled, sliding out of the bed and glancing back at Minho with a reassuring smile.

"Oh. Okay...' He stood up as well, adjusting the sheets and tucking them back in.

"What do you want for breakfast?"

You sighed and looked at the clock on Minho’s wall, pressing your lips together. "It's almost lunchtime. We definitely slept in...I am hungry, though."

"Fine, call it brunch. Either way, it's food." He chuckled, heading out of the door as you followed him with a giggle.

Minho opened his fridge, glancing over at you. "Your phone was ringing at midnight, by the way. i was going to answer it but whoever it was gave up before I could pick up. I didn't want to wake you.” He said as he took out ingredients for omelettes, placing them on the counter.

"Oh...it was probably Felix. I didn't exactly tell him I was staying at your place."

"Ah, that explains it. Go, call him. I'll be done with this soon." he said, pointing to the currently empty pan.

You nodded and went back to the bedroom to grab your phone, heading to Minho's balcony as you dialled Felix’s number.

***

Felix was cleaning the dishes when he heard his phone ring. He looked over at the contact ID quickly, heaving a sigh of relief mixed with anger. He glanced at Chan before answering your call, putting you on speakerphone.

"Y/n! I was fucking worried sick! Chan told me you walked out without any explanation and then you didn't come back home, and-"

"Woah woah, chill. I'm at Minho's, I stayed the night."

"Oh..." Felix paused. He didn't miss the way Chan's already dull expression morphed into something even more sour at the mention of Minho’s name.

"I’m glad you're safe but...that still doesn't excuse what you did. You could have called. Instead, you let me worry."

You sighed, guiltily. "I know...that was a dick move. I’m sorry, Lixie."

Felix sighed reluctantly. "I accept your apology, Y/n...you know I can't stay mad at you when you call me that." He pinched his forehead, trying not to let affection overcome him.

You giggled. "I know. My sunshine boy~ You can never be angry for too long, huh?"

Felix fought off his smile, shaking his head. 'Yeah, enough of the buttering. You need to get back here soon, and help me with the decorations to show me you’re really sorry."

"Decorations?" You asked, confused as you heard Minho call out for you. Turning back around, you went back into the kitchen, grinning as you saw the buttery golden omelettes he'd placed on the plates.

"They look so fluffy..." you mouthed, as Felix replied. "Yeah, for the party." he explained. "It's Jisung's birthday today, I thought you knew? Don’t tell me you forgot! The party's at our place-"

"Oh! Fuck, I did forget about that, Lix- "

"It’s okay, just come home quick. Bring Minho if you’d like, we could definitely use the extra help."

You nodded. "Sure, I'll be there right after breakfast."

You shut down your phone, sitting down at the table and grabbing a fork, digging into the eggs. Minho looked up, swallowing before he spoke.

"Jisung’s birthday, huh? I can't believe you almost forgot. He's going to be very mad." Minho teased, waving his fork in the air at you and smirking.

"Too bad he'll never find out." You said smugly. "Right?"

"Right." Minho chuckled. "How are the eggs?"

"Amazing. Why are you and Felix such naturals at cooking? And then there's me, nearly burning down the kitchen the last time I tried."

"Hey, it’s not your fault. It was the oven’s. We needed to fix it anyway." He laughed, continuing to eat his food.

"I guess so."

There was a comfortable silence for a bit as Minho watched you eat what he’d cooked for you. He hummed, realizing how calm he felt around you. Your presence made him feel so safe and secure.

You seemed to really be enjoying what was on your plate. Moaning softly in appreciation, you took another bite, his cheeks flushing at the sound.

“This is...wow. Perfect.” You grinned up at him, chewing enthusiastically.

Minho wished he could cook for you every morning, for the rest of his life.

***

"You're finally here!" Felix shook his head, flinging the door open wide as he beckoned the two of you in.

As you entered, your eyes immediately spotted Chan standing on the couch, hanging up a ‘Happy Birthday’ banner onto the wall. You inhaled sharply, your heart already beginning to pound errantly at the sight.

"We already did a lot of it without you..." he sighed. You gasped as you looked around the room, which had been completely transformed. There were tiny star-shaped lanterns hung from the ceilings, and the couch had been moved to the side, to provide space to dance. The living room was much cleaner, a stark contrast from how it looked yesterday.

"I know, I'm so sorry. I just overslept. Last night was weird. At least my headache is gone." You admitted. You felt Chan glance at you at that, quickly looking away before you could return his look.

Chan swallowed. His heart had dropped when he saw you and Minho walk into the room, together. One could only presume you'd stayed the night at his place. He felt overcome with jealousy, his chest rising and falling as he breathed heavily, desperately trying to focus on the task at hand.

Envy. It was an emotion he had always been quite familiar with, unlike happiness. The person he was envious of had been and still was Minho. Minho, who he'd used to call his best friend.

First Miyoung, now you. Everything somehow circled back to him.

However, the jealousy he was feeling was a lot more profound this time. With Miyoung, there had been no illusions. Chan had been trying his best to win her over, but with no luck. Deep down, he’d known she was a lost cause.

With you, though...there was a time when he’d been almost sure you were the one, that you belonged to him...a time when he’d thought you were in love with him too.

It wasn't like Chan to dream. He wasn't one to believe in happily ever afters, really. They just weren’t realistic enough...

But, for a brief moment, you had made him want one.

Maybe that was why the bitter reveal had been all the more cruel... Minho, taking away what he considered his once more.

The thing was- Chan knew you were a human being. Not an object for him to claim. He wanted you to be happy...but would you be happy with Minho? He’d despised you back then. Chan still remembered the pure hatred that spewed out of Minho every time he talked about you. Had that been a ruse? Had he ever hated you? Or were you two secretly seeing each other the whole time, working together to undermine him and ruin the rest of his life?

Okay, so maybe that was a little far-fetched and absurd. Still...he didn’t know what to believe anymore.

Chan sighed and looked back at his banner, deciding to ignore the both of you.

You tore your eyes away from Chan. Looking back at Felix, you hummed and tucked your hands in your pockets, breathing in.

"So, what do you want us to do?"

"Hm, let's see...we've got decorations and catering left. Minho can help me cook and you-"

Your eyes widened. No way- Felix wouldn’t suggest you help Chan with the decorations, right? He knew better than to leave the two of you alone again.

You saw Chan freeze for a moment as well, although his back was turned away from you. Good to know he felt the same way.

Felix sensed the tension rising, quickly trying to salvage the situatiom. "Hm actually, Y/n... I think I’ll need your help with the food. Especially with the drink choices, you're always the best at that!" He turned to Minho, clapping his hands decidedly.

"You can help Chan with the decorations, Min."

Minho nodded after a moment of reluctance, grimacing as he went over to inspect the banner Chan was putting up. Felix took you to the kitchen as you heaved a sigh of relief, placing your hand on your chest. “That was a close call.”

He took out the menus he wanted you to pick from, as he watched your expression.

"Why'd you leave last night, anyway?" He muttered sadly, carefully inspecting your face.

You thought back on it. Why did you? Last night was kind of fuzzy in your mind, to be honest. You couldn’t even recall the final straw that had made you storm out of the house. It wasn’t like you to be this spontaneous.

"Chan was annoying me, and making my headache worse. So I left." You shrugged.

"...Right." Felix rolled his eyes. "Look, I didn't want to say anything at first, but you do realize we're all grown up now, right? It's time for us to put all that high school shit in the past. I know Chan did some pretty shitty things but is it really that hard to forgive him? Minho was terrible as well- maybe even worse, yet you forgave him." He pointed out.

"Minho spent years grovelling and apologizing for his behavior. So what if he was mean, he's changed! It's clear to see. With Chan, I'm not so sure. I can feel the hate he has for me practically rolling off him.” You stared at the floor, trying not to let those memories overtake you. “Besides...I thought I told you. Chan’s betrayal hurt more cause I genuinely thought he cared about me.” You mumbled.

“Then again, I was stupid and naïve, so I don’t really have anyone else to blame but myself."

"Chan doesn't hate you..."

"Really? I find that hard to believe." You raised an eyebrow. "If he’s a mature adult, I think he should come and try to talk to me about what he did. I'm not the one who did something wrong here, so I won't approach him. If he wants to apologize, he can."

You sighed as you pulled the menu over to yourself. "But, as long as he continues to be petty, you better believe I'll play his game."

Felix sighed and nodded. "You know what...sure. Whatever." He made a mental note to himself, deciding to talk to Chan later. He couldn’t bear to stand on the sidelines any longer. He had to do something.

"I'm staying at Minho’s until he leaves." You added, ripping Felix out of his thoughts. Humming, you examined the drinks menu he handed to you.

Felix shrugged, noting down the names of the drinks you circled. "Okay. Ooh, the old gang will all be here tonight!" He let himself smile, ignoring your icy demeanor. Looking up, he sighed as he noticed the scowl still present on your face. “Come on Y/n, lighten up! Let’s forget about Chan for a second, shall we? Forget about what he did to you. Forget about whether or not you want to forgive him. Just...treat him like you would any other normal person, okay?"

You groaned, standing up straight as you rubbed your forehead. Ugh, maybe you should listen to him. All these negative emotions were really exhausting, and you could definitely do without them.

"Sure...fine. I can do that...I think."

"Good girl.” He smiled proudly. “Now, let's do food..."

***

Minho and Chan hadn't said a word to each other for the past hour. They communicated mainly through grunts and hand gestures, as they decorated the space in silence.

Between the mutual hate and jealousy, there wasn’t much room for a good relationship between them anymore. They were virtually strangers, and honestly would prefer to keep it that way.

Chan kept glancing at Minho though, biting his lip. He inhaled, working up his courage to say something.

“So...how’s Y/n? Are you taking care of her?"

What kind of question was that? Minho frowned, nodding. "Uh...yeah?"

Chan nodded, biting his lip as he looked at the decorations again. "Cool." He hated the way his heart was filled with dull hatred, anger and pain. A mass of negative emotions had settled in him over the years, and they definitely weren’t going to budge any time soon.

However...when he’d seen Minho again, some of the anger had melted away, kind of. The man was no longer the same person he’d been back then. More confident, yet also more vulnerable...he strangely reminded him of you, before you'd shattered your rosy view on life and opted for a more practical outlook.

There was an awkward silence as they continued their work. Minho felt guilt slam against his ribs as he caught a glimpse of Chan's face.

He looked void of hope. Calm, yet not in a good way. The kind of calm that came from losing everything.

There was a tiny part of him that wanted to make it all better for Chan. Tell the truth to you, and come clean. After all, Chan was once his closest friend. The two practically grew up together. Minho recalled how he’d go over to Chan’s every day after school, playing video games in his basement and generally horsing around. He smiled to himself as the memories came back to him. Memories of helping him steal his dad’s Playboy magazine...consuming an unhealthy amount of energy drinks and crisps as they hung out, content in each other’s company.

But then, he thought about you. No. He just couldn't lose you to Chan. Besides, he wasn’t even completely sure if the truth would make you forgive Chan. Maybe it would just turn you against Minho.

Chan was handsome...he was kind, muscular, loving. He would have no problem finding someone.

Minho on the other hand...he'd never loved anyone the way he did you. The emotions were alien, and yet so exciting. It was confusing, really- he couldn’t tell if he liked these feelings or not.

It wasn’t like he was stripping Chan of his soulmate or anything. It just wasn't a big deal. Right?

Then why was there so much fucking guilt, heavily weighing down his heart? Why was it impossible to breathe?

Despite having been thrown together last minute, the party was admittedly going well. The rest of the boys came soon after you and Minho, helping Felix finish off the preparations and transform the space.

Jisung of course, true to his nature, came ‘fashionably late’, after the rest of the guests had already arrived. His grand entrance lacked the raining confetti he’d initially wanted, but it was still cool. After all, he should have known putting Hyunjin in charge of it was a bad idea.

By now, the party was in full swing. Jisung loved being the centre of attention, and that little fact was made increasingly evident with the way he was dancing in the middle of the living room, a pink feather boa thrown around his shoulders. There were drinks being passed around everywhere, people dancing and having fun in every corner. it reminded you of the few college parties you'd gone to.

College, safe to say, weren’t exactly the best years of your life. You didn't really have any friends, and Chan had been on your mind throughout it all. He was a barrier; blocking you from living your life as a normal person.

He sat in the back of your mind, a memory from high school that threatened to never leave you. To always stick with you, reminding you that you weren't worthy. You weren't deserving of his love...all you did was play the part of a tool, to help him get the girl he was really after. Was that really all you were good for?

It wasn’t Chan you were hung up on. The implications were what truly hurt. The thought that you wouldn’t ever be worth enough to anyone, the thought that love just didn’t exist for you.

You stood in the corner with Felix, sighing as you finished your third shot of the evening. Forget it. Focus on the party right now, the one you’re supposed to supervise.

Nodding your head to the beat, you looked over the crowd. "Damn, Changbin's a really good DJ. We saved so much money on that one..." You eyed a drunken party goer almost knocking over the vase on the table, wincing.

"This place is going to be a fucking mess by tonight, and I'm sure at least one thing will end up broken. It’s good we managed to save some money." You sighed, and Felix nodded. "Amen to that. It’ll be a nightmare to clean.'' Felix sighed, running his eyes over the floor which was already covered with a thin layer of trash.

Minho suddenly slid next to the two of you, swallowing the remnants of the clear liquid in his glass as he grabbed your arm. His words were already slurred, and he’d definitely had a lot more drinks than you.

"Don't worry, we'll all help clean up! What are we here for?”

“Hm, does that mean you guys will be staying here overnight?”

Your eyes widened slightly. No. Minho noticed your expression, humming thoughtfully before shaking his head.

“Can’t. My cats. They don’t like being alone for too long." He took your hand in his. "Y/n and I will be here early tomorrow morning to clean up."

You looked up at him thankfully, and then back at Felix. "Yeah."

He eyed the two of you, gaze flitting from one to the other. "Okay...sure.”

The music was way too loud, the floor and walls thrumming to the beat. The three of you relaxed against the wall, collectively watching as the man Hyunjin was dancing with whispered something in his ear, a cheeky smile gracing his face. The bedroom eyes were clear to see, even from here.

You frowned, narrowing your eyes at the sight. "Oh god, please tell me he's not going to-"

Hyunjin smirked, taking the man's hand and leading him off in the opposite direction, through the small crowd.

Your eyes widened. "I swear to god, if it’s my room they’re going to be fucking in, I’ll-"

Felix giggled as he patted your back sympathetically, Minho holding you back and chuckling. "Hey, hey- it's ok. I’m sure they won’t go all the way here, they’ll probably just make out in the bathroom and then go back to his place. Don’t worry."

You groaned and slumped in Minho’s hold. "I guess Hyunjin does know better."

Felix hummed in agreement, chortling. He looked over at the plates on the table that were gradually emptying, and sighed.

"Guys, wait here for a bit. Gotta refill those."

You nodded as Felix left for the kitchen, turning back to Minho. Sighing, you leaned against the wall as you looked around the room properly.

"You and Chan did a good job on the decorations."

"It was mostly him." Minho exhaled. You pressed your lips together, shrugging.

The room was dimly lit in a purple glow thanks to the lamp in the corner, as well as the plenty of stars that were hung from the ceilings. It was beautiful, and you were a little miffed that none of the guests were sober enough to truly appreciate it.

Jisung danced over to the two of you suddenly, shaking his neck and laughing loudly. "Hey you two!!” He wiggled his body to the music, grinning. “Come on guys, stop being wallflowers and come partaayyyy!"

You chuckled and shook your head. "I don't know about-"

Jisung pouted at you, coming really close to you and placing his hands on your shoulders. "Pleeeaaase? For the birthday boy?" he asked, his eyes big and puppy like, his lips formed into a pout.

You stared him down, but just couldn't resist as a smile broke out on your face. "Ugh, fine."

"Good girl!" Jisung exclaimed drunkenly as Minho smirked, chuckling to himself as Jisung took his hand as well as yours, leading the two of you into the crowd.

Jeongin was on the floor as well, surprisingly dancing up a storm as he grinned at you. Ah well. If Jeongin could, why not you? You might as well take advantage of the buzzing in your veins.

You immediately started dancing, moving your body to the beat and trying your best to look graceful and sexy. However, the alcohol was messing with your system, and it was difficult for you to coordinate your moments right.

Minho laughed fondly at your failed attempts. It was adorable, how you danced like a baby giraffe learning how to walk.

"Hey." He grabbed both of your arms, making you look at him. You looked into his eyes, a questioning look in them.

Minho inhaled. He almost forgot what he was going to say. Fuck that, he almost even forgot his own name. Did he have to feel like this every single time you so much as glanced at him?

"I'll help...this is how you dance." He moved behind you, pressing your back to his chest lightly. Your breathing turned shaky as he started guiding your movements carefully.

"See...like that. Got it?"

You nodded. "I think so..." You continued dancing, now looking a lot more sensual and less like a baby animal.

You got the hang of it soon enough. Minho was about to let go of you, but you held onto him before he could.

“Dance with mee.” You giggled, pouting up at him. He smiled down at you, inhaling.

“Okay~”

***

Chan watched from across the room as Minho and you danced, pressed to each other. He downed yet another shot, hoping the stinging alcohol would help him forget his worries and pain, at least just for a bit.

Fuck envy. It was definitely the worst of them all. Despite the anger he had towards you, all he wanted to do was march onto that dance floor and pull you away from Minho. He wanted to be the one dancing with you instead.

He was so...so unsatisfied. The alcohol melted away his inhibitions, and now his emotions were all over the place, even more so than before.

Unsatisfied. That was it. He wasn't able to be productive, wasn't doing anything with his life merely because of his unfinished business with you.

He knew he couldn’t blame you. You’d definitely come to know about the bet, probably why you’d left him. Although why Minho? God, the shock of seeing you two together that day was still fresh.

You were more than just a bet to him, and he wished you knew that. More than a blue book.

You were...you. You were the prettiest, sweetest, most talented girl he’d ever met.

You’d changed since the last time he saw you. More cynical. Rough, defensive. He didn't blame you. That...that was his fault. The reason why you were like that.

Despite that, he could still see traces of the old you. The you he’d fallen in love with. It had not gone anywhere, really. It was still inside you...somewhere.

Chan was starting to feel profound regret at the way he’d treated you. Was it stupid of him to think you’d still want him, after learning what he’d done to you?

Chan sat up as he watched Minho's hand slide around your stomach, pulling you closer to him.

Fuck, he almost wanted to throw up. He felt the anger course back into him, anger directed at you, at Minho, at his parents, everything.

That was it. He couldn't watch this, sitting in the corner drinking booze like some sort of pathetic idiot.

No, you had to get a taste of your own medicine.

Chan noticed the blonde in the crowd who had been eyeing him for ages. She was pretty enough, her features soft and smooth. On top of that, she was wearing possibly the shortest red dress he'd ever seen. Her fake tan was excessive, her cleavage abundant.

In other words, she was perfect. Perfect for him to use as he put his drunken plan into action.

Chan stood up, finishing off his drink and setting the glass down. He made his way into the crowd, sidling up to the blonde.

She smiled welcomingly, blinking up at him through her eyelashes. He grinned, glancing to the side as he moved closer to her.

Hm, you hadn't noticed yet. He had to step it up.

Placing his hands on her waist, he started moving her to the beat. Slowly he brought her closer to Minho and you, hoping that you would just look over for a second-

FInally! You noticed! A triumphant smirk formed on his face.

He wanted you to know that he didn’t need you. He wanted you to feel at least a little bit of the envy he was feeling. Again, it was the small victories that counted.

***

Your eyes wandered back to Minho, your throat feeling constricted as you tried your best to avoid the sight of Chan and the girl.

It was painful. So fucking painful.

You still haven’t moved on from him, as much as you would have liked to. Watching him dance with her was leaving a bad taste in your mouth, your throat going dry.

They were all over each other. Her hands were around his shoulders and his were on her waist, their lips dangerously close as the racy music filled the room.

You knew you were in a similar position with Minho at the moment, though. It was the alcohol blurring the lines, or you wouldn't be caught in such a compromising position with him, really.

Still. This was different...right?

Fuck it, you just wanted an excuse to be angry at him.

Chan somehow pulled the girl in closer, his hands slowly creeping down her waist and towards her ass. You swallowed and looked back at Minho before those hands could find their destination. Minho was looking at you with his eyebrow raised, his hands a little tighter on you.

"Everything okay, hm?"

"Kinda..."

"Are you sure?"

When you didn’t reply, Minho followed your gaze to Chan and the blonde, and then back to you. He put two and two together, sighing deeply.

"You deserve better, Y/n. You've got to move on." Minho swallowed.

Yes, you did deserve better. Better than Chan, and better than him. You deserved someone who didn't keep any secrets from you, someone who would never even think of manipulating you.

He despised himself for what he'd done. The way he behaved. As every second passed, the guilt grew. But how could he tell you? How could he even stand the chance of losing you?

It was his fault. Everything was his fault.

You noticed the sudden devastated expression on his face, frowning and cupping his cheeks to make him look at you.

"Minho...are you okay?"

"Mhm." Minho mumbled. "Uh...I need to go to the bathroom." His face was white as he let go of you swiftly, stumbling away as quickly as he could and disappearing in the crowd.

You watched as he left, puzzled. Fuck, now you were alone. Just great.

You groaned under your breath, feeling Chan's gaze on you. Turning around slightly, you tried to avoid him, but unfortunately your eyes had already moved of their own accord.

His lips were on her neck, her back turned to you. However, he was looking right at you, an intoxicated smirk creeping on his face as he ran his eyes over you, all alone in the middle of a dancing crowd.

Biting your lip, you clenched your fists. You turned around, wading through the sweaty, grinding bodies, and made your way to the kitchen. You needed some peace and quiet.

You filled up a glass of water, lifting it to your lips. The cool liquid ran down your throat, making you sigh in relief. It was so refreshing, a sharp contrast to the alcohol you’d been consuming all night.

You turned around, ready to go back into the room and find Minho when you slammed into a firm chest, blocking your exit.

Ugh. This couldn't be happening.

"Move."

"Shh.'' Chan shook his head, placing a finger under your chin and forcing you to look up at him. He caged you against the counter with his other arm, his eyes glazed over.

"Look. We both know- hic- that you and I have incomplete business-"

You groaned, pushing him away slightly. "You're drunk, Chan."

"I am not." He glared at you, placing his hand over his annoyingly broad chest, an offended look on his face. "Just a little tipsy, that's all..."

You cringed, looking past him at the crowd. Ugh, where was Minho? Where was Felix?

"Look at me..."

You looked back at Chan, inhaling sharply. "What do you want?"

Chan looked taken aback at your tone. He recovered slowly, stepping back and humming.

"I want…” He closed his eyes, sighing. “I want to know why you hate me." He said, his tone surprisingly even considering the amount of alcohol he’d knocked back.

"I- are you seriously asking me that question right now?" You asked incredulously. Seriously, how fucking dense could he be?

"I am, Y/n. answer me." His slurred voice turned into a growl as he leaned in close.

"I was nothing but nice to you, when no one else was...I loved you, I-"

You scoffed, interrupting him. "Oh wow, thank you so much.” You said sarcastically. “I think you and I both know all that was fake. You were fake, Chan- it didn't mean anything to you-"

Chan slammed his hand on the counter next to you, making you flinch.

"But it did! It fucking meant everything to me. It was the only thing that ever meant anything, and I'm sorry it had to happen the way it did, sorry I lost that damn boo-"

"A simple sorry is not going to make me forgive you." You shook your head. "Get off me, Chan."

"I don't want you to forgive me! For fuck's sakes, I just-" He breathed in, his voice turning soft as he ran a hand through his hair, his breathing shaky.

"I just want to know why you chose him over me. He- he was worse-"

"Huh?" His words were too slurred for you to recognize. "Look, Chan-"

"Shut up." Chan shook his head, leaning in further. For a second, he scanned your eyes with his.

Fuck, he couldn’t believe he was about to do this.

Inhaling softly, he smashed his lips against yours.

It took you by complete surprise. Your heart felt like it was exploding- like a million, elephant sized butterflies were threatening to burst out. Shit, his lips were so fucking soft.

Was this actually happening?

It was. Insistent, yet gentle...his lips were all you could focus on. It felt overwhelmingly real, nothing like a dream.

Warm. He’s so warm...

You resisted him for all of half a second, before melting into the kiss. Your hands snaked around his neck as he placed his under your thighs, lifting you up onto the counter. You were quickly getting yourself lost in him, the feeling of his lips on yours so familiar and yet so new.

"Can't- can't get enough of you, don't think I ever will-" He mumbled incoherently against your mouth, his grip on you tight as he pressed against you.

Your mind was completely blank. There was no pride or anger in your head anymore, just Chan Chan Chan. His plump lips, moving against yours so passionately and swallowing all your breaths. It was partly due to the alcohol, yes- but also all the tension. Years of wondering if this moment would happen again.

And now it was.

“Chan-” You whispered into the kiss, tears pricking at your eyes.

This was a bad idea, it really was- you shouldn't be kissing him back like this. You were supposed to be mad at him- you were supposed to prove to him that you'd moved on. That you wouldn't let anyone use you like that ever again.

And yet here you were, right back at square 1.

"Please, please..." he whispered, nipping at your already swollen lips with fervor as he dove right back in, caressing your back.

His heart was pounding, unable to believe you were actually in his arms. Shit, he knew this was such a terrible idea. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

It was wrong, he knew it. Even if he believed he loved you more than Minho ever could, it was still wrong. You weren't his, and he had to learn to accept that.

But...he needed one last kiss. One last kiss to let him know if you were a lost cause, or if you truly were meant to be his. He wanted to know. And so he deepened the kiss further, making you let out a small squeak that only made him want you more.

"Guys?"

Chan pulled away, dropping you to the floor quickly as soon as he heard Seungmin's voice.

Seungmin eyed the two of you, suspicion covering his face. You swallowed, subtly pulling down your skirt as you blinked, trying to adjust to the light that flooded your eyes. “Seung-”

Shit. Was that Minho, slumped against Seungmin’s body?

He looked between the two of you, sighing as he saw your eyes on Minho. Minho’s eyes were closed, his forehead covered in sweat and his body limp. You moved forward, quickly rushing over to his side. “What happened?”

"Found him in the bathroom. He threw up, was crying on the floor. He didn’t tell me why...I’m assuming he’s just way too drunk."

Minho looked up slowly, blinking and staring at you as he registered your face. "Y/n...." he stretched out an arm towards you, whining.

Seungmin groaned, Minho's weight clearly too much for him to support. "Y/n, please take him home. He needs rest. I'll explain to Jisung."

You couldn't look at Chan as you nodded. You carefully trained your stare on Minho as you went over to Seungmin, letting him transfer the man to you.

"Min...you okay?"

He shook his head, gasping as he tried to take oxygen in. His eyes travelled past you, landing on a very remorseful Chan, his face covered in embarrassment.

You bit your lip, stroking his hair. “I’ll get him to the car. Tell Felix we’re going home, okay?”

Seungmin nodded, heading back into the living room to find Felix after shooting a last glance at Chan.

You pressed down the urge to look back at him. Don’t do it, Y/n. You need to go home and re-evaluate your decision-making. Fuck, why didn’t you push him away?

You ignored the delightful tingling of your lips as you helped Minho out, most of the partiers completely oblivious as you dragged him out to the car, with a lot of difficulty.

You opened the passenger door with one hand, helping Minho in. He looked like he was on the verge of falling asleep, his mouth slightly open as he let out a soft snore. Chuckling to yourself, you patted his head before getting into the driver’s seat. You weren’t drunk enough to warrant calling a taxi, so you might as well save some money.

Tonight was...eventful, to say the least.

Minho cracked one eye open slowly, watching as you drove. His eyes were burning, his throat aching. He hated feeling like this, he really did. He wished he hadn’t gotten this drunk. The alcohol and his sudden overflow of emotions did not mix well, and had ultimately resulted in him bent over the toilet bowl.

There was only one way to get rid of this fucking guilt. Minho wasn’t quite sure yet if he could go through with it, though.

There was a lot of thinking to do.

***

Chan stood near the counter. He couldn’t bring himself to move, his eyes unfocused as he replayed the scenes over and over in his head.

He couldn’t believe he’d done that. The one thing he’d told himself not to do. Don’t fall for her again. You got your heart broken once, why are you so eager to let it happen once more?

Regret. It was on all three minds, tonight.

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pinkispoggers · 4 years ago

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2121 | Lance Bishop x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: therapy and suicidal thought mentions, ALSO SMUT

Previous chapter: Questions Lead to Answers

Please Read!! Hi, so I just want to let you know that this will not be the last chapter, there will be more! And please, please, pleaseeeee (if you can) go read the Marvel Aliens Comic. It will help with the understanding of "therapist/shrink Bishop". And plus, it's good. Also Tw for Suicidal thought mentions and Therapy in general. (Also one more thing. The grammar fucking sucks (I think and I know) and none of this makes a shit bit of sense)

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When you wake up from Cryosleep, Bishop is nowhere to be found, just like you expected but you couldn't worry about him right now, you had to be on time for the next sleep, back to earth where you heard you would be hooked up with a new therapist like every marine and crew member was. You didn't exactly know why but you rolled with it.

As you were preparing to go to sleep in the second cryo, you heard a familiar voice talking and then walked in, it was Bishop, half-naked of course. He hopped into another sleeping chamber, but before his shut, he had a few last words. "Y/n, I left something in your bag…" and then he shut his lid by himself. "Something in my bag? What?" You whisper as you are being shut in, and there goes your second sleep.

You wake up… in a hospital? You suspected everyone did but you weren’t sure. You groggily sit up, trying to really see where you were. Yep, a hospital room with one nurse sitting in the back of the room, right next to you. "Hello?" You say and the nurse gets startled. "She's awake!!" The nurse called and a bunch of doctors rush in. "Woah- woah, woah, woah, what's going on…" you say tiredly. "Well, you have been in a coma for 2 days and we are going to let you go in 2 days. Is that OK with you?" "Yeah that's fine." You say, not really knowing what's going on.

_______________________________

The 2 days have passed and you are ready to go to your new home, a lovely little one-bedroom apartment. You get in a taxi and you are off. While you are sitting with all your things, it pops in your brain, that "thing" Bishop had given you. You can't get it now, as all your things are in the trunk of the taxi.

You arrive at the new place, feeling a little nervous, but you calm yourself. It's only 2 stories, and it's the only apparent in a few blocks. The only one you could get. You step inside. Yours is on the top floor, but stairs were all good to you. You get up there, and unlock the door.

It's beautiful! It's the perfect apartment to you. You sigh. There's a couch in the middle of the place, up against the wall, and you sit on in, grabbing your stuff and opening one of the bags. You don't know what you are looking for, but you knew you were looking for something foreign. "Aha!" You say as you found it. A chip.

"A chip?" You whisper. You get up, chip in hand and head over to your computer, in your bedroom. You plug the chip in and something pops up.

WEYLAND-YUTANI CORP

BUILDING BETTER WORLDS

A bunch of information came up.

BISHOP-MODEL- 341-B

And other things like relations, hyperdyne information, and others you had no care about. "It's… it's you…" you say softly. He had given you a copy of himself, his system.

You wanted to start crying. You were grateful for this, but you had no way to put this to use. That was the sad part. You leave your computer open and lie down on your bed. It's not the most comfortable, but it's something. You fade off to sleep after almost 30 minutes of pondering.

The next day

You stumble out of bed, staring at the ceiling. You had almost forgot you had your first session of therapy today. To say you were nervous would be an understatement.

You left your apartment, saying goodbye to the only plant you owned, on a tiny windowsill. You called a taxi and waited out front. Every moment that passed, you spent worrying about who you would get, what you would talk about, ya know, stuff like that. The taxi arrived and you headed off, not thinking anything of the trip until you saw a sign that said: WEYLAND-YUTANI CORPS

"Ah fuck" you mutter. You really didn't like the Weyland-yutani corps cause you thought it was really fucked up. What they were doing there behind closed doors, but you held up your end as a loyal Crew Member and Science officer… like Bishop.

You get out of the car and feel the air around you, it's nice. You step into the big building, guards letting you in and escorting you to the office where you would wait for your new therapist. You fill out all of the forms you need and sit and wait.

Almost 30 minutes later someone comes out and guides you to the office and walks away without saying a word. Anxiety was tearing at your chest, you felt like you were being pulled down but then the door opened. A tall, about 5'10 man looks (up/down) at you and a shiver goes down your spine, it's a Bishop model. "Uh-" you stumble on your words. "Is something wrong?" He asks and you shake your head and walk in as he holds the door open for you.

You go to sit down at a chair across from another chair on the other side of a dark oak desk, the big Weyland-Yutani corps logo and a blue-green wallpaper all around the room. The Bishop model comes to sit down across from you and grabs a laptop from a bookshelf in the side of the room. He opens it and jots down a few notes before striking up a conversation.

"Hello miss L/n, how are you doing today?" He said and you shivered in your seat. That beautiful voice. But it wasn't like the model that you meant. "I'm fine" you said blankly, wanting to say more, like you knew him, but you didn’t. "I- I mean I'm good!!" You change your mood so he doesn't suspect anything is wrong.

"Sorry to ask again but, is there something you want to tell me, to talk about.?" He says looking up at you with beautiful eyes. "Shit, uh… well… i- this is kinda hard for me cause I knew another Bishop model. And well…" you didn't want to give all the details because you honestly didn't want anybody knowing about your sexual relationship with the synthetic. "Ah, 2 other people that I've met with have! My model seems to be popular" He smiles.

You smile gently then peer over him to see a picture of some… familiar Marines? And was that… you? "Bishop?" You ask "yes miss L/n?" He says. "Can you tell me about that photo behind you?" You ask and he nods. "Well, that's supposed to be me before my memory chip was taken out, no one knows where it is so I was transferred to the therapy unit, given a new chip, and here I am!" He put his hands in prayer position, just fingers touching.

"Do you- do you see that woman on the side?" "Yes, she kind of looks like you!" He smiles. "That's because it is! Oh Bishop, before you gave me… I mean you lost your chip, we were friends!" You smile back "oh… you are a beautiful woman miss L/n. I wish to get to know you better!" He says and you blush hard. "Same?" You blush.

You begin to talk about the things you would normally have talked about with a random person, but a little more comfortable. He asked you things like any suicidal thoughts, or any thoughts of hurting others or yourself, things like

that. You talked about your friendly relationship with Bishop and the Marines, and how you met Bishop and the others. Overall it was a comforting talk. He made you feel safe.

The end of the meeting finally came and you felt great! You found this very helpful and calming. He taps your shoulder on the way out. "I never caught your name." He says. "Y/n!" You reply. He smiles. "Such a beautiful name" and you blush. You smile at him and walk out. You felt amazing! He shuts the door behind you and you smile and blush as butterflies fill your stomach.

You walk out of the building with no care in the world. You felt free, not locked up in the Sulaco, or in your apartment, the only difference would be you could leave your apartment any time unless you felt unsafe. You sit down at the desk with your laptop and see the same stuff as yesterday. "Shit." You say as you had missed the opportunity to tell him about it.

You stare blankly at the notes, not seeing anything wrong until you scroll down the page. "What?"

⚠️ERROR

CHIP MAY BE DAMAGED

PLEASE BE CAUTIOUS ⚠️

"Hm?" You say as you take out the chip to inspect it and you see a tear on the side of the chip. You pay no attention to it as you need to sleep. You put it down on the table and head to your bed. You lie in your bed, thinking of him, Bishop. All the things you could have talked about, showed him. Maybe next time you can. You finally fade off to sleep.

A week later

"RING RING RING" the alarm sounds. "Oh fuck off" you reply to the ringing in your head. You slowly get up from the bed, knowing what today was. Another meeting with Bishop. That lit you up with joy. You had a great idea… probably not the best, but to you it was great. You went over to the computer, grabbed the chip and put it in your pocket. You got some clothes on and rushed outside, forgetting breakfast, as you were too excited for the day. You reach for your phone to call a Taxi and it's there within minutes.

Inside his office______________

"Hello Y/n!" He starts the conversation, which you knew could go two ways. "Hello Bishop! How are you?" You ask. "Oh i'm just fine! How are you?" He returns. "I'm good! I have something to show you!" You say as you pull the chip out of your pocket. "What could that be? He asks and then he sees it. "Hm? A chip?" He asks "mhm! Yours. It's your missing chip. Look, you're not going to remember this but you gave it to me before going into our second cryo sleep." You say shyly, feeling connected to him, but also feeling difficulty to breathe, not knowing how he is going to react.

"No, sadly I don't remember, but I am going to need that." He says, holding his ground. "Fuck. Bishop, please understand, this was basically a gift… please, please notice that." You cry. "I'm sorry Y/n, please give it here" he laments. Before you could say, or do anything else, you got an idea, and not a good one. "No." You say as you get up and walk out of the room. "Fuck fuck fuck!" You say as you start to speed walk as you see he is right behind you.

You turn a corner but he sees you. You head towards the exit of the back rooms. He follows and you run out of the exit, hiding behind a side wall. You grab your phone and call a Taxi. Within 5 minutes it's here and you bold out from behind the wall, Bishop watching from behind. He just stands there, knowing you are going to try to get away, but he has a task that he needs to fulfill. Getting that chip. You hop in the car and you are off.

A few minutes later you are close to your house but you see a car behind you. You are in the back seat of the taxi, so you can easily turn around but you already knew who it was. It’s been a few more minutes and you knew it was him because why would anyone be following you this long? You reach your apartment and say thank you to the already worried driver and run in before Bishop could get out of his car.

"Shiiiit" you whisper as you run up the stairs, looking out for him through the space between the railing and he's already there, about to come up the stairs. He looks up into your eyes and a chill rolls down your spine. You run into your apartment, making sure he saw which one it was. You leave the door wide open and run into the closet across from your bedroom. Your bedroom door is shut and you hope he thinks you're in there. "Y/n?" He calls and you giggle.

You guessed he heard you because you could hear footsteps coming to the bedroom door. You slowly walk towards the inside of the closet door, plotting how you are going to go through with this. You know about Weyland-yutani synthetics and most of their anatomy. You remembered that there is a slot in his neck and you have to be careful because it could damage him if you are too rough. You plan it out within the next few seconds. You burst out.

You grab hold of his neck and wrap one leg around his torso. You're eying the slot behind his ear, barely covered by his ear. You snatch it out before he has time to react and you grab the other chip from your pocket as the other falls to the ground. You shove it in the slot and just before he can lay a hand on you, his

arms drop to his sides and you jump off of him backing away into the corner of the room as he turns around.

He's seeming to scan the room and then his beautiful eyes lock with yours. "Y/n?" He says and you nod happily. "How? How did you get me? Ho-" he said as you cut him off with a hug "doesn't matter, I missed you Bishop" you hop up to kiss him but he pushes you off. "Bishop?" "Sorry Y/n, something happened, I'm not sure what it is" He walks out of the room to go sit down on the couch in the living room, just leaving you in the closet. "What the fuck?" You whisper to yourself. He did not just do that, you thought.

You walk out of the closet slowly and walk over to the couch to sit next to him, to see if you could make things a little less awkward. "Hey… are you ok?" You ask softly. "No actually. Something in my system is off. I'm trying to figure out what it is at the moment. Sorry for any discomfort that I may have caused back there." He said unsure of himself, but you could tell that he knew what he did back there and that he was sorry. You easily forgave him and tried to sit beside him on the couch.

You try to get closer to him and he let's you. You rest your head on his shoulder and he pushes you off, again.

"Bishop? What's wrong, you weren't like this before." "Again, I'm sorry Y/n something in me is twitchy. I'm trying to resolve the problem right now." He says, staring into space. "Your chip?" You ask, remembering the warning on the computer screen when you plugged it in. "Maybe, do you think it's damaged?" He asks "well I was looking at it yesterday and it had a tear in on the side.

I could try to repair it? You say and he nods. "Can I?" You ask as your hand reaches up to his neck and he nods. But before you could take it out, a large hand hovered over your neck, then softly grabbing it and pulling you closer to him. He kisses you, pulling you in, gripping your hair, or what he could grab. You missed this, you missed this greatly, and you never wanted it to end but it had to, you knew it was a glitch. You reached your hand up to the back of his neck and behind his ear and pulled the chip out.

He went blank, and you pulled away from him, looking at his glassy eyes. You hop up from where you're sitting, making sure he's ok, and you walk to your room. You inspect the tear on the chip and try to push it together but nothing is working. "Fuck" you mutter. You go over to get the glue from the corner of the table. You had a gut feeling you would fuck it up even more, but you only wanted him back and that's what was driving you.

You smeared the glue around the crack and smushed it together with little force but it stayed and your mood lightened, honestly thinking this was gonna work. You ran to the living room, excited for this to work. You hopped on the couch, Indian style in front of him and hugged his lifeless, synthetic body. You reached over and gently plugged the chip into the socket and he awoke.

As he began to blink, he started to gaze around the room until he found you. "Y/n, did it work?" He asks. His first words since you put the chip in. "I think it did!" You shake happily. He leans in for I kiss and you happily kiss him. It doesn't last long but it's something alright!. He gets up from the couch without warning and goes to the kitchen. "What are you doing Bishop?" You ask and he looks back at you and winks. "Hm…" you whisper to yourself and turn on the TV.

A few minutes later

Your favorite show is on and you are comfortable where you are at. Bishop strides into the room with a plate in hand. "Awww… you didn’t have to!" You say and he nods gently. "Well, you have helped me and now I shall give you something back." He says and you blush. He walks over to you to give you your favorite food. "How did you know this was my favorite?" "I have no clue, but I do know how to cook and make some things." He laments and you smile widely as you take the plate and dig in.

As you finish your meal, he is hooked to the TV screen. "It's a good show isn't it?" You laugh as his eyes are wide open, barely

blinking. "Oh my gods Bishop, you are hooked," you say as you lean onto his shoulder. He doesn't stop you this time and you smile. "A very good show" He murmurs. "I know right. I'm obsessed with it." You say and he chuckles. His hand reaches to your leg and gently glides up and down. "Oh Bishop let's move this to the bedroom." You smirk "Oh? Alright," He picks you up in bridal style.

You gasp but you are ok with it. When you reach the bedroom, he lets you down onto the bed slowly. He unbuttons his shirt and throws It aside. You reach to take of your shirt but he's already there, ripping it off with no hesitation. "Bishop- that was one of my favorite shirts," you say, a little angry. "My apologies Y/n'' he says as he kisses you deeply and you kiss him back. "Apology accepted" you smile on his lips. He takes one breast in hand and fondles with it slowly. "Oh…" you moan and he smiles and pushes his tongue against your teeth and you let him in.

Before you could do anything else, he pulls off of you and pulls his pants and boxers down and you see him. All of him. Fully hard, pressed against your leg. He slowly pulls down your pants and underwear in one and he sees all of you. You smile nervously and he nods. "I won't judge, I've seen you before, remember?" He says and you nod. His large hands push your legs apart and pushes you up to the bed frame, holding you up 4 inches above the bed, arms wrapped around your torso so you don't fall.

He starts a trail of kisses up your leg and you shake a little, knowing what he is going to do. He reaches your sex. "Is this ok?" He asks and with a quiet "mhm" his tongue delves into your folds and you let out a gasp. His tongue circles around your clit slowly and your knees shake. One of your hands reaches over to grip his hair and the other, to grip the sheets for support. His slow circles got faster until you couldn’t take it anymore. you're shuddering, and quivering under him.

"Bishop… oh! I'm gonna-" he cuts you off applying the perfect amount of pressure to your clit and you explode with pleasure. "Ah-AH!!" You scream, knowing you have neighbors but you couldn't give a shit right now. Your chest is rising and falling as you are still in his arms, coming down from your high. "B- Bishop… you're too good for me" you laugh and he rises from your heat and smiles.

He sets you down on the bed gently and grips the sides of your waist. His cock is even closer to your pussy than before. You move your hips closer to his stomach and he takes the hint as he lines himself up with your entrance. You moan out for him to continue and as soon as you know it, his tip is in, letting you adjust to his size. "Please" you moan with soft eyes looking into his. With a snap of his hips, his cock is all the way in you, and you scream out his name.

"Are you ok with this?" He asks. "Mhm!" You say, holding back tears. He slowly starts to thrust and he leans down on you and buries his head in your neck. everything that is coming out of his mouth are moans and grunts. Your eyes roll back into your head and your head is chin up. "You're doing- s- so good." You call out. He smiles, leaving a trail of kisses up your neck as one hand makes it to your neck and grips it lightly. He speeds up his pace and the pain quickly turns into pleasure.

You wrap your arms around him as he's pumping in and out of you, your nails digging into his back, feeling around it but also trying to get a grip on him. He sucks on the skin of your neck, leaving a light bruise there, and you moan softly. As he's pounding into you, you notice that the bed frame is wiggling out of place but you couldn't care less. Every thrust is hitting your G Spot and a single tear falls down your face.

One of his hands reaches down to your clit, while the other tightens around your neck slightly, to a comfortable position. "Ah! Bishop!!" You yell out and his thumb speeds up against your clit. Your legs begin to shake, and your hand grips the sheets. He grunts loudly, and his thrusting speeds to an unhuman pace and you are in a heaven on earth. You are moaning

his name, quite loud but you didn’t care if anyone heard.

"D- don't stop" you moan out and he grunts as he pounds harder into you, a finger faster around your clit. His thrusts were getting sloppier and sloppier as he began to grunt even more. With one more thrust came a loud "CRACK" from the back board of the bed frame. You couldn't think straight with all the pleasure coursing through your veins, making you feel ecstasy."f- fuck… the bed frame!" You say bet he shushes you. "Im- i- im-" you try to make out but he whispers in your ear "Please do my love." As he applies more pressure to your clit. And you cum violently around his cock, moaning his name, and scratching his back wildly.

As you are cumming around him, a hot liquid shoots into you and you quiver under him one last time. He falls on top of you, not too harshly, but hard enough to make you squeak. You try your best to push him off of you but he won't budge. He finally notices he might be hurting you and pushes himself up. Right before he could say something, or smile even, you pushed him off of you, and under you. "Y/n?" He smirked and you positioned yourself over his cock, hovering on top of it, looking into his cow eyes.

"I'm not done, Bishop" you sigh and smile, a little self conscious but you knew he wouldn't judge. You moan as you lower yourself onto him and his head flies back onto the pillow and he lets out a low groan. You position yourself so that you are sturdy enough to start moving. You start to move up and down on him and he grabs hips gently. He's helping you move on him and you start to smile, one hand playing with your clit, and the other on his soft chest.

"Oh!" You shout and he grunts, you assume to speed up, so you do. He's moving his hips to the rhythm of your pumps. You flung your head back, do to all the pleasure and body heat emitting off of you and him. Every thrust he made would send you into a galaxy full of stars that you've never seen before. The pace was perfection; The strength was immaculate; The feelings that you felt were like nothing you had ever experienced before, and all you could think about was hoping this moment never ended. He's perfect. He's lifting you up and down his shaft and everything goes numb for a second but you are holding on perfectly.

You look into his eyes as he looks back into them with a gleam in his. You keep a stare on him while he's making you feel like you could explode. You rock your fingers around your clit even faster than before. You are a moaning and panting mess above him, but you held eye contact with him until you couldn't see straight anymore. "Im- MPF," you say as you pulse around his cock, cumming for the last time. As your walls are gripping his length, his legs are slightly convulsing under you. He left you buzzed. You wondered if he could actually feel something, or what it was like for him.

As you are coming down from your high, he's trying his best to sit up. He does and hugs you while you are still on him. You breathe hot against his neck, panting, and slowly letting go of your grip on him. He begins to massage your scalp; it feels amazing. Then without warning, he lifts you off of him and you gasp. He sets you down beside him and you get under the sheets but he just lies there. You snuggle close to him and he stretches one arm around you and you bury your head into his underarm.

"Hey bishop…" you say and he turns his head your way "How did you emit that much heat when I was riding you?" You ask and he chuckles "Ok, so let me make it simple; it's kind of like when a computer heats up because there is too much going on in the system processor, or anything else that would make it slower or heated." He says with a wide smile. "Oh… was I overheating you?! I'm so sorry!" You cry but he laughs again "no, it's not your fault, it's all the energy building together in me." He says and you connect the dots after a second. "Wait, wait, wait, so you're telling me-" you say but he cuts you off with a nod.

"Yes, when I participate in sexual activities, such as intercourse, my system will

create sudden bursts of energy. It does not hurt me but I do feel it. It's… pleasuring, so I can produce a human-like orgasm." He laughs once more. His laugh is so sweet. "Wait, so have you ever Masturbated before?" You ask and he nods "Yep, multiple times. Just to feel something, anything really. It's not a required function, it's just something I do to "feel good,"" He answers. You thought it was quite sad that he only did that to feel, but it also made you glad that he could actually do something like that, to take care of himself, his body, like that.

He slowly sits upright on the bed and you frown "What's wrong?" You ask and he shakes his head. "Nothing, I just don't sleep." He says firmly and you forget he's a synthetic for a split second. "Well, what are you going to do all night?" You ask. "I think I might watch that show and make you something in the morning." He smiles and you yawn "I'd like that very much." You smile back, hugging him one last time before laying back down and heading off to sleep.

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hysterialevi · 3 years ago

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Hjarta | Final Chapter

Fanfic summary: In an AU where Eivor was adopted by Randvi’s family instead, he ends up falling in love with the man his sister has been promised to despite the arranged marriage between their clans.

Point of view: third-person

Pairing: Sigurd Styrbjornson x Male Eivor

Author’s note: Holy shit I can’t believe it’s already the last chapter. Thank you guys so much for sticking with this story from the start, and for sending me wonderful comments/messages of support. I really had fun writing this fanfic and interacting with you all, so I hope you’ll enjoy this last part of Hjarta. This story seriously means a lot to me, and it makes my day to know how many of you liked it. Stay awesome :)

This story is also on AO3 | Previous chapter

THRYMR’S TOMB

A WHILE LATER

“Eivor!” Sigurd called out through the storm, forcing his way across the snow. “Are you there?”

The prince shielded his face from the frost with a protective arm and squinted, desperately searching for his lover as he wandered blindly through the fog. The young man had disappeared from the battle not too long ago, and seemingly taken Kjotve’s fate into his own hands. What became of either of them still remained a mystery to Sigurd, and as more time passed by, he found himself feeling increasingly worried for Eivor’s life.

“Eivor!” He repeated a tad louder this time. “Say something! Can you hear me?”

Much to his relief, a faint voice answered from a distance.

“...I’m here, Sigurd...!”

Inching closer towards the voice, the older man ventured deeper into the mist and peered forward, only to spot the outline of a familiar shadow trudging in his direction.

Eivor was sauntering underneath the sun’s blurred rays with a slight hiccup in his step, and fresh blood clinging to his axe. His face seemed to be wiped clean of all the energy that once burned in his eyes, and yet, he appeared to be... at peace.

A calming aura could be seen blossoming from his heart like a single flower in a barren field, and in a strange way, it almost looked as if he had completely forgotten about the war. Not a single hint of dread or terror weathered his blissful expression, and the ribbons of sunlight dancing above him only added to his soothing demeanor.

Sigurd picked up his pace and began jogging, eagerly rushing to rejoin his lover.

“Eivor...!” He said with a sigh of relief, immediately pulling the man into a hug. “There you are.”

Eivor allowed his head to sit on Sigurd’s chest, giving himself some time to breathe.

“...Sigurd,” he whispered out of exhaustion, “...I did it. I actually did it.”

The prince continued cradling the younger man in his embrace, providing him with a sense of warmth amidst all the snow.

“What happened to you, Eivor? Where’s Kjotve? I saw you run off with him earlier. Is he dead? Did you... did you kill him?”

Eivor nodded and closed his eyes, not even bothering to say a word.

“Truly...?” Sigurd asked, staring at the other man in disbelief.

Could it really be possible that the battle was already finished? It hadn’t been too long ago that the prince was barely evading death’s grasp, and now, the storm had suddenly passed. Part of him found the news too good to be true considering the path they used to get here, and yet, something in Eivor’s tone rang with sincerity.

Sigurd tightened his grip on the smaller warrior and chuckled out of elation, nearly breaking into tears. “Then it’s over. The war... is finally over.”

He brought a hand to Eivor’s chin, lifting it gently so that he could see his face.

“What about you, my love? Are you well?”

The Wolf-Kissed displayed a subtle smile, radiating as if he were the moon itself.

“...I am. For the first time since that night... I’m okay.”

Sigurd returned the smile and cupped the back of Eivor’s head, pulling him close so that he could plant a kiss on his forehead.

“Good.”

Staying snuggled in each other’s arms, the couple took some time to enjoy the peace as the storm steadily died down around them, allowing more and more of the sun to break through. The crippling mist that had built up during the battle was slowly beginning to fade, and soon enough, nothing but a vast blue sky remained hovering above them.

Unbeknownst to Sigurd however, a third party had already found them and walked in on their brief reunion, but had not yet announced their presence.

In the distance, Arngeir quietly watched the scene in front of him unfold with a sense of shock clouding his mind, causing him to gawk incredulously. Even though he suspected that the prince would be somewhere in the vicinity with his son, he did not expect the two of them to be enwrapped in such a loving embrace.

...How long had they felt like this, he wondered? Was their bond something that had been ignited due to the recent string of battles, or had this been carrying on ever since Styrbjorn first arrived?

The jarl was honestly at a loss. He held no disgust in his heart for the peculiar couple before him, but he couldn’t deny that he was taken aback. Despite his knowledge of Sigurd and Eivor’s friendship in the past, he never would’ve guessed that there was something deeper between them.

Though, the more Arngeir thought about it, he supposed there really was nothing peculiar about their relationship. The knot that intertwined their fates was made of pure, genuine love delivered straight from the hands of Freya, and to his surprise, he just couldn’t bring himself to interfere.

It was something he hadn’t seen in ages thanks to the horrors of this war, but now that it was over, Arngeir figured he may as well let his doubts die with it.

He had had enough of tragedy.

Turning on his heel, the jarl decided to leave the couple alone and returned to the other half of the island, ready to inform his clan of their miraculous victory. He still didn’t know whether he’d tell Styrbjorn about his unanticipated discovery or not, but one thing was for certain.

Kjotve’s kingdom had finally fallen.

In spite of all the obstacles Styrbjorn’s people faced, his entire bloodline had been struck down, and his throne had been left unattended. No one in Norway would ever hear of his clan again, and his fortress would be left to crumble under the weight of the absence that consumed it.

The barbarian king was vanquished. Just like his legacy.

~~~~~~~~~~

THE NEXT DAY

BJORNHEIMR, THE LONGHOUSE

Sigurd placed the last of his belongings in the crate sitting before him, reminiscing as he stood in the middle of his chambers. It felt like a lifetime ago that he was first packing his things in preparation for the journey to Bjornheimr, and now, he was getting ready to leave.

After ages of enduring this war and accepting it as his reality, the prince had suddenly found himself in a world where Kjotve was no longer a problem, and his clan had been reduced to ashes in the wind.

A new era had been brought about thanks to their victory at Thrymr’s Tomb, and the kingdom now celebrated in harmony to honor the peace that had finally been restored.

Despite the jovial mood of his people however, Sigurd admittedly didn’t know how to process the whole situation himself. Part of him rejoiced due to the fact that he’d never have to deal with Kjotve’s cruelty again, but he would’ve been lying if he said he didn’t have his regrets.

He didn’t come out of this unscathed, after all. The Raven Clan may have emerged victorious from their fight against the barbarian king, but there were still many wounds that needed mending... including Dag’s loss.

Sigurd still remembered his last conversation with the man as if it happened yesterday. Even though Dag proved to be a traitor in his final moments, the prince just couldn’t bring himself to discard the memories they once shared, or the fondness that followed. In his eyes, the fallen warrior would always be that same little boy who kept him company as a child, and pulled him away from the darkness when his mother passed on.

As for the Dag he executed, Sigurd would remember him as no more than a fragment of his childhood friend, and the result of a man who had been crippled by his own jealousy. He would be a reminder for the prince to never fall prey to his demons, lest he lose the soul he had fought so long to preserve. It was what he owed his parents after all these years, and to himself.

Letting out a remorseful sigh, Sigurd shook his head and silenced the thoughts that threatened to encompass his mind, not willing to entertain his grief any further. He would never forget the loved ones he had lost during the events of this war, but for his own sake -- he had to move on.

Lifting up the crate with a soft grunt, Sigurd secured the box in his arms and began striding towards the archway, only to stop in his tracks when he noticed someone waiting for him.

At the moment, Eivor was standing on the other side of the door with his hands linked together and his head hanging low, clearly disheartened by Sigurd’s upcoming departure. His gaze swept in the floor in an attempt to avoid confronting the absence he would soon have to accept, and even the sight of the prince himself wasn’t able to lift his mood.

“Eivor...!” Sigurd greeted. “You came.”

The Wolf-Kissed stepped tentatively into the room, staring at his lover as if this was the last time they’d ever meet.

“Of course I did. I wanted to see you again before...” his expression sank slightly, “...before you left.”

Sigurd took note of the shift in his lover’s mood and placed the crate down for a moment, gently gripping Eivor’s wrist in a comforting manner.

“Eivor,” he said in a gentler tone, “...you know I have to go.”

“I do. I just wish you could stay longer. We spent so much of our time worrying about the people we lost that... we forgot we still had each other. But now that you’re leaving, it’s all I can think about.”

Sigurd lifted a hand to Eivor’s cheek and brushed away a lock of hair, tucking it neatly behind his ear.

“You can still come with me. You know that, right? I realize we’ve had this conversation before, but if you truly want us to stay together, I can arrange that.”

In spite of his sorrow, the younger man remained staunch in his decision. “I’m sorry, Sigurd, but I must remain here. As much as I wish I could go with you, Bjornheimr needs me. My father needs me. I’m the only family he has left apart from Randvi, and she’ll be gone too.”

Sigurd nodded sympathetically. “Very well. If that’s what you wish.”

Eivor paused briefly, switching to a different concern on his mind. “...You will visit me, right? This won’t be the last time I’ll see you?”

“Of course not,” the prince reassured. “I can’t say when I’ll have the chance to return to Bjornheimr, but -- I promise you -- as soon as the opportunity reveals itself, I’ll be here again.”

The other man didn’t appear any less forlorn, but accepted the promise nonetheless.

“I’ll be waiting. But until then...” Eivor leaned forward, pecking a goodbye kiss on Sigurd’s lips, “...stay safe, my love. I wish nothing but happiness for you.”

The prince pressed his forehead against Eivor’s, cherishing their last few minutes together.

“The same goes for you. My duties may require me to start a new life in preparation for the throne, but I’ll never forget everything you’ve done. Thank you. I mean it.”

Taking a few more moments to bask in each other’s company, the two of them simply cuddled in silence before separating the embrace, and retreating to the shells they so often wore around the rest of the village.

The sun had managed to climb to the top of the sky’s apex by now, and most of the Raven Clan were already gathered at the docks. The longships were fit to set sail after an entire morning’s worth of preparations, and their people were eager to return home. The only thing they needed now... was the presence of their prince himself.

“I suppose it’s time for me to leave.” Sigurd noted somberly, reluctantly taking hold of the crate once again. “Care to join me for the walk to the ship?”

Eivor concealed his pain with a friendly veil and stepped to the side, allowing Sigurd some room to walk through the doorway.

“After you, my friend.”

~~~~~~~~~~

A LITTLE LATER

THE DOCKS

Walking alongside one another as they headed towards the shore, Eivor and Sigurd strolled silently through the village with a bittersweet relief resting in their spirits, clouding their minds like the smoke of a cold pyre.

It brought them both great joy to see Kjotve’s reign finally come to an end, but they couldn’t stop themselves from wondering what waited beyond the horizon now that the war was over.

Was this the start of Sigurd’s life as a future king? Would he and Randvi truly be the rulers of Norway one day? How was he even going to raise a family? The prince had never planned to be a father, and a part of him wanted to scream at the thought of being forced to hide his true emotions once again.

He didn’t want to forget Eivor, or the things they experienced together. These past few weeks had been some of the best and worst moments of his life, and he dreaded the idea of allowing their bond to fade into a distant memory. But for the sake of his kingdom, Sigurd knew he had to leave the man behind if he wanted any chance of becoming a decent leader.

It was his duty, after all. Styrbjorn had managed to keep his end of the promise in regards to battling his addiction, so the prince figured it would only be fair if he upheld his own. Personal thoughts and desires no longer mattered within the realm of royalty. From this day on, Sigurd would be living to serve his people -- not himself.

“There they are.” He remarked, gesturing towards the end of the pier. Eivor followed Sigurd’s line of sight, only to spot Styrbjorn, Arngeir, and Randvi all waiting by the longship.

“So this is it then,” he said, already missing the prince’s company. “This is where we part ways.”

Sigurd shared his partner’s disappointment, but tried to keep a strong face nonetheless. “For now. You and I will be separated for some time, but I’ll visit you as much as I can. And you’re always welcome in Fornburg too, should you ever wish to come to me instead.”

“Thank you. I’ll consider it.”

Eivor placed a hand on the side of the prince’s arm, saying one last thing while he still had the chance.

“...Wait, Sigurd. Before you go.”

The older man came to a pause, giving Eivor a curious glance. “Yes? What is it?”

The Wolf-Kissed stuttered, admittedly unsure of where he was taking this. He didn’t have anything in particular he wanted Sigurd to hear -- he just hoped to keep him around for a little longer.

“Erm, n-nothing. I just wanted to say I love you.”

Sigurd smiled warmly at the comment despite Eivor’s awkwardness and chuckled lightly, attempting to comfort him.

“I love you too, Eivor. Never forget it.”

Leaving the younger man with those words, Sigurd carried on with the task at hand and sauntered towards the ship, placing the crate down by the boarding plank as one of the oarsmen came to assist him. Meanwhile, Styrbjorn greeted the two men with a cheery temperament, happy to get things going.

“Sigurd, Eivor!” The king exclaimed jovially. “It’s good to see you both in one piece after the battle yesterday. We lost many warriors during the assault at Thrymr’s Tomb, but now, we at least have the luxury of saying that their deaths weren’t in vain...” he turned to the Wolf-Kissed, “...and it’s all thanks to you, my boy.”

Eivor bowed his head in a humble manner. “I only did what was required of me.”

Styrbjorn let out a soft laugh. “Nonsense. Sigurd has told me of the tenacity you displayed on the battlefield. You showed great courage, and you fought with honor. It is thanks to your efforts that Kjotve now lies in a frigid tomb.”

Arngeir joined in. “Indeed. Had it not been for your valor, we would all still be bound by Kjotve’s chains. Varin would be proud of you, Eivor. And Ulfar too.”

“Thank you, father.”

Eivor brought his attention to Styrbjorn, trying his best to hide the sorrow lurking within him. “...So, I imagine you’ll be departing soon?”

To his surprise, the king appeared to have other things in mind. “Actually, there is something else your father and I would like to discuss first. Something that concerns you and my son.”

Sigurd froze at that, already suspicious of where this was leading. “...W-What do you mean?”

Arngeir stepped forward, hesitant to speak any further. “Forgive my being candid, but we are aware of the relationship between you two.”

Eivor instantly felt the color drain from his face, and he could’ve sworn he saw his own soul fleeing from his body.

“You-- what?”

“Do not be alarmed, my son. I am not here to pass judgement. Only to offer a proposal.”

“But... how? How did you find out?”

Arngeir crossed his arms in thought. “Yesterday, during the battle. Sigurd and I left the fort in order to search for you. We noticed you had disappeared at some point, and feared you may be in danger. Though, by the time I stumbled upon you, you had already found your way to the prince.”

“That means... you saw us...”

“...Embracing one another, yes. I apologize, Eivor. I did not mean to intrude.”

The young man exchanged glances with Sigurd, terrified to see the outcome of this discovery. “So, what does this mean for us? Are we to face punishment?”

Arngeir shook his head. “No. Quite the contrary, actually. I realize it isn’t my place to speak about this -- and for that I am sorry -- but I admit I shared this news with Styrbjorn once we returned, for I had an idea in mind that I wished to broach.”

That caught Sigurd’s attention. “An idea? About what?”

Styrbjorn provided the answer. “About this alliance, of course. You see, when we first arranged this marriage between you and Randvi, we did so with the intention of forming an ironclad bond. A bond born out of love. We believed it would be a way to ensure that our clans never fell apart, since our families would be intertwined from that day on. Clearly however, we were mistaken.”

The jarl nodded in agreement. “Indeed. It seems that the bond we were looking for... had been between you two all along.”

Arngeir trailed off into silence for a moment, considering his next words.

“Listen, both of you. Styrbjorn and I had a long conversation yesterday once I revealed my discovery. We discussed many things pertaining to this alliance, and after our talk, we came to the conclusion that... this marriage is no longer necessary.”

Sigurd’s eyes widened in shock. “Wait, are you saying that it’s over?”

“Ultimately, the choice lies with you. If you wish to end this marriage, and if Eivor decides to go in Randvi’s stead, then I have already told Styrbjorn that I have no qualms with it.”

The prince immediately looked at his lover, radiating with a newfound hope.

“Eivor...! Think about it. You could join me, just like we wanted.”

The Wolf-Kissed glanced at Arngeir, double-checking with him first.

“But what about you, father? Are you certain about this? I don’t want to abandon you.”

The jarl gave him a reassuring pat on the arm. “Do not fret, Eivor. You’re not abandoning anybody. If you choose to stay with Sigurd, then Randvi will remain here in your place. Neither of us will be alone.”

Randvi suddenly jumped into the conversation, encouraging her brother to follow his desires.

“Go on, Eivor. It’s okay. Father and I will have each other. We’ll rebuild Bjornheimr, and return this village to what it once was. By the time you come back, this place will be thriving more than it ever did. In the meantime, go with Sigurd. A new life awaits you in Fornburg. Don’t let this opportunity pass.”

“She’s right, Eivor,” Arngeir said. “All I’ve ever wanted for any of you is to be happy. If you believe that being with Sigurd is best for you, then go.”

The young man stumbled over his words, rendered completely speechless by how this scenario had turned out. When he awoke this morning, he never imagined that he’d be given the option to freely roam the kingdom at Sigurd’s side, living with him as if they were family.

If anything, Eivor fully expected that he would be bidding the prince farewell, and left to wallow in the melancholy that had formed in his heart during this past month. So much anger and regret had taken control of his spirit’s reins ever since the news of Sigurd’s departure, and now... it was all gone. Just like that.

“I... I don’t know what to say,” he replied. “...Thank you, father. You can’t imagine how much this means to me.”

A gleeful expression spread across the jarl’s face. “I’m glad, Eivor.”

Randvi wrapped her arms around her younger brother, pulling the man into one last hug before saying goodbye.

“We’ll miss you, little cub. Take care of yourself, and each other. Alright?”

“We will. I promise.”

The woman gave him a playful shove. “Then get out of here. And make sure to knock plenty of skulls. Let the world know who we are.”

Eivor chuckled at the response, grinning from ear-to-ear. “The Bear Clan’s name will be fluttering from the lips of every bard in Norway when I’m done. I assure you. Until then, farewell, and thank you for all you’ve given me.”

The Wolf-Kissed walked over to Sigurd’s side, openly taking hold of his hand for the first time since they met. The prince’s eyes were twinkling with a vibrant ray of hope at this point, and a familiar sense of contentment had finally returned to his soul.

“Come, my love,” Eivor ushered. “Fornburg awaits.”

~~~~~~~~~~

LATER THAT DAY

Steadily gliding across the ocean’s hills, the longship broke free from the harbor and began heading out towards the vastness of the open sea, prepared to deliver its occupants back home after a long and arduous battle.

Petals of snow could be seen dancing along the surface of the vessel’s billowing sails, and in the distance, the sun’s light shone through the mountains, causing the water below to shimmer with a glittering streak.

Birds soared in harmony with the wind that guided the longship’s course and left a trail of feathers in their wake, accompanying the warriors who sailed beneath their wings.

All the creatures of Midgard seemed to band together in celebration now that the age of war had perished, and the earth cried out in relief due to the lack of blood littering its soil.

As for Eivor, the man simply rested against the longship’s walls and marveled at the view in front of him, listening intently while Sigurd entertained him with tales of Fornburg’s wonders. The prince spoke of his home with a great fondness and constructed vivid images using only the movement of his hands, painting a clear picture for his companion.

Meanwhile, the oarsmen behind them burst into song and began reciting a number of sea shanties, singing heartily as if they were performing for the gods themselves. Their voices rang merrily into the sky like a horn of victory, and the world around them seemed to bloom with revival.

It was the start of a new dawn. After countless years of pointless death and suffering, the clans in Norway had become united under one crown, and Kjotve had paid the ultimate price. His name had been blotted out with the stain of a mad tyrant, and his victims had been released from their ethereal chains in the afterlife.

Most importantly though, Eivor no longer felt the need to hide who he was. The fantasy that once haunted him in his dreams had become a reality, and now, he was free to love Sigurd as any man would love his wife. The times of fear and judgement were over at last, and the alliance between their peoples had been reignited with a different bond.

Their relationship would be the foundation of many things to come, and just like Ingrida once said, they had finally found their way home after decades of straying from their fate.

It was what the Nornir planned all along, and the one thing Varin always wished for his son -- the one thing he could never achieve.

Freedom.

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Cake Thief (Marcus Pike x F!Reader)

Cake thief

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Fluff, tooth rottening fluff, a little spice

Word count: 2,023

Summary: You’d been thinking about that last piece all day especially how crappy of a day it’s been.

Notes: Inspired by a favorite cupcake show that’s in my area and because Marcus Pike is just the sweetest.

Shit show that’s what you’d call it. The whole damn day from missing the morning goodbye kiss from Marcus to someone stealing your lunch and now soaked to the bone from an early evening downpour. Sure you could’ve waited the storm out in your car. But all you wanted now is a nice hot shower, fluffy pajama’s, Marcus’s arms wrapped around you and the last piece of decadent red velvet cake from your favorite place.

Shuffling through the door dropping purse and keys on the end table behind the couch, carefully shrugging out of your soaked jacket to not soak the carpet and carrying it towards the small laundry space. Kicking your kitten heels off while adding to the jacket your black dress trousers, and burgundy wrap tunic blouse a favorite that you wanted off to show Marcus. But that’ll have to wait for another time as a shiver runs down your spine rain drops cooling your skin when the air conditioning kicks on. Cursing the rotten luck you’ve managed to acquire today while bending to scoop up your heels and head towards the bedroom. Nice hot shower calling your name only pausing long enough to grab up one of Marcus’s dress shirt’s and a pair of panties before heading towards the bathroom.

Getting the water to the perfect temperature before stripping your under garments off and stepping under the warm spray. Soft moan leaving your lips the steam enveloping you in a welcoming hug. Heating your chilled skin and chasing away the shivers, hot water soothing out the tightness in your shoulders from your crappy day. Wishing and not for the first time that Marcus would’ve beating you home.

Foolish though you know since most nights he’s always late given the importance of his job with the FBI. Remembering your best, scratch that ex best friend snorting at you when in great detail you explained Marcus’s job. Never feeling so much anger in your life towards another human being. Sure at the time it’d been only three months into the relationship and Marcus brought his work home some nights. What hurt the most were snide little comments she’d make on how he didn’t have a real job at the FBI. Just played with art the whole time, wanna be artist she’d called him. Most of all when she started to question his true intent, that he’s damaged goods, divorced and coming out of another failed relationship. If there’s one thing you learned about DC it’s that gossip floats around like yesterdays trash.

Finding out through the gossip channel that Matty boosted about how she’s just a couple more pushes away from getting her hands on Marcus. Alluding to the fact she felt you weren’t his type, not thin enough and in her opinion not pretty enough to keep a man like Marcus Pike interested. Needless to say one snowy afternoon your iced caramel macchiato happen to find itself poured down the front of Matty’s body. To this day two years later the memory still made you giggle more than it should.

Soaping up the loofa and starting to wash your soft curves remembering the shock in those sinful brown eyes of Marcus’s when you explained what happened. How he spent the rest of the night reassuring you and maybe even himself that your the woman he wanted. Those thoughts cause a delicious shiver of a different kind to slide down your spine. Rushing through the rest of your shower hoping by the time you’ve dried off and dressed Marcus would’ve come home.

Lost in your thoughts, shower covering most of the sounds coming from the living room as the man in question drops his keys besides yours. Relieved sigh leaving his lips at finally getting home. First real smile tugs at the corner of his mouth hearing the shower run. Sure it’s only been ten hours since he saw you last but it didn’t stop the need to hold you from stealing over him. Normally going to join but he hears the water shut off signally you’ll be joining him soon. Instead he heads towards the kitchen to pull fixings for dinner out. Spying the last slice of red velvet cake he debates with himself for the better part of five minutes before pulling the piece from the cold confines of the refrigerator. Slowly licking his lips while opening the plastic container, fragrant sweet cream cheese frosting hitting his taste buds before a single morsel.

He wastes no time grabbing a fork to dig in moaning around the fluffy red velvet cake and metal tines of the fork. Back pressing against the counter now, eyes having closed in bliss. Not knowing you’ve come from the bathroom, his dark blue dress shirt covering your plush body. Steps halting when you find him enjoying your last slice. Part of you wanting to snatch it from his hands scolding him for taking what’s yours. However, you’ve learned to share after all and Marcus did deserve to have a sweet treat. With those thoughts combined with a very erotic idea, you glance down unbuttoning a few more to expose your cleavage.

Hands coming to rest on your wide hips one jutting out and clearing your throat trying to hide the smirk when Marcus jumps. His eyes fly open and wide to stare at you. “Whatch ya eaten there Marcus?” Brow lifting, watching as he licks those sinful lips, Adams apple bobbing with a hard swallow. Itching to run your mouth over the tanned skin take in his scent, drowning in those warm chocolate pools still shocked wide.

“Last piece of cake,” knowing it useless to lie. Recovering himself, trailing his eyes over your body slowly, voice deep with barely hidden arousal at seeing you in his shirt. Normally not a possessive man but there’s something about seeing you in his shirt which brings out a feral need in him. “Want a bite?”

Capturing your bottom witnessing the heat flaring to life while trying to keep the smirk from becoming full blown. You take a step closer, “You know that’s my last piece Marcus I’d been looking forward to it all day long. Especially after the shit show of a day I had.”

Warm smile slides over the very kissable lips, not matching the desire swimming just beneath his veins. “I’m sorry sweetheart had no idea your day sucked.” Scooping up another bite and holding it towards you, “You know I’ll always share.”

“How sweet of you,” closing the distance between you. Mouth opening to wrap your lips around the fork while keeping eye contact with Marcus. Slowly pulling back, taking the moist cake and sweet frosting into the heated cavern of your mouth. Soft moan sounding from deep within your chest as you savor each decadent flavor bursting on your tongue. Licking your lips to catch the smallest of crumbs, “Mind if I have another bite?”

Swallowing harshly, struck mute for a moment. “Of course baby…” swallowing his tongue on the last word with a swipe of your finger through the cream cheese frosting. Watching with peaked interest as that single digit makes its way towards your mouth. Pink tongue coming out to lick a good portion off eyes closing to savor the sweetness. Wrapping your lips around the tip to suck off what’s left. Watching transfixed by the erotic sight your presenting him. Room in those normally loose dress pants becoming a high commodity with each moan vibrating through your chest.

“Hmm not bad,” full blown smirk gracing your lips passion filled eyes opening to stare at him. “But it’s missing something.”

“That would be?” Intrigued by your words, Marcus reacts first. Container placed on the table beside you, reaching to wrap an arm around your waist. Pulling you flush against his chest white dress shirt wrinkling with you pressed together so intimately. “Before you answer that, have I told you how beautiful you look in my clothes?”

Shaking your head one hand comes up to draw patterns on his tie before wrapping it around your hand to give a little tug. “No you’ve never said,” looking up through your lashes. Admiring the way his chocolate browns deepen to almost pitch with every tug on his tie. Only broken when you feel cool sticky fingers brush over your throat head tipping back to give him access. Soft lips following the sweet trail he’s painted on your skin eliciting whimpers from you throat. “Is…” swallowing hard trying to form words to speak. “Is this what you mean by sharing, Cake Thief?”

“Cake Thief huh?” Drawing his nose up the column of your throat to that little spot just behind your ear. Nibbling softly smirk tugging at his lips hearing another whimper sound from your mouth.

Nodding trying to keep from giving yourself away, “Yup you stole my last piece of cake.” With much difficulty you pull back from his questing lips that threaten to draw another moan from your willing body. Eyes locking then diverting when his hand comes up with another bite held carefully between thumb and forefinger.

“Ah but how can you call me a thief when I’m sharing?” Bringing his fingers to your mouth, opening enough so he can place the divine morsel on your tongue.

Lips closing around his forefinger to suck the last bit of frosting off. Swallowing the bite before nibbling, laving your tongue over the rough pad then sucking gently. Watching him gulp down a breath of air when you let go with a wet pop. “Hmm you have me there love but you’ll have to make it up to me somehow. Especially since someone forgot our goodbye kiss this morning.”

Wrapping his free hand around the back of your neck, fingers gently massaging your skin, “That I will apology for and correct right now.” Slanting his mouth over yours stealing your breath with the tender kiss. Teasing the seam of your mouth till you part your lips, inviting his tongue in to tangle with yours.

Tasting the sweet cream cheese from the warm cavern of your mouth making a deep groan ramble from his chest. Tightening the arm around your plush waist to pull you closer, counters edge bitting into his back but he could care less with you in his arms. Devouring your mouth, expertly dragging another whimper out, biting your bottom lip too sooth with the flat of his tongue causing a gasp to exist. Taking advantage and thrusting his tongue against yours. Drinking from your mouth as a thirsty man searching for water. Wanting to draw out more sounds that never fail to drive him crazy with desire.

Your own hands shooting up to card through those soft locks. Tugging to angle his head just right taking in a bit of air, noses bumping as you take over the kiss. Returning the nip to his tongue getting a hiss in response and a tightening of his grip on your thick waist. Knowing those nimble fingers leave behind bruises only heightens your arousal and want for this man. Air or lack there of becomes needed and you pull away, resting foreheads together as you both gasp to fill your burning lungs.

“Apology accepted,” mumbling the words against his skin. Occupying your lips with tasting his jawline, nibbling a path down to the collars edge. Brushing your nose against his ear, “There’s a way you can make it up to me for stealing my cake.”

Hands drop down to cup your plush ass, giving a squeeze to hear you moan in his ear. Vibrating through his whole body, “And that would be?”

“Be my canvas and let me paint you with the last of the frosting?” Biting the lobe before pulling back to stare at him. “What do ya say Cake Thief?” Mischief making your eyes dance while watching him.

Smirking sliding over his lips, “You’ve got twenty seconds to grab the cake and run sweetheart. Because,” seeing you arch a brow at his words, higher when he pauses to ghost his lips over yours. “If I catch you I’ll be eating you instead of that cake.”

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prideful-sins · 4 years ago

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Obey me, and only me, Mammon X FEM!MC X Leviathan (Commission)

Tags: Threesome, Creampie, Dom! MC, Female MC, Commission piece, Oral and Anal DP, Biting, Scratching Word Count: 4.1K Masterlist | Buy Me A Coffee?

“MC this isn’t fair!” Mammon whined as he knelt down on the floor scrubbing his spilled perfume out of your carpet.

“You should have thought about that before you made the bet” you sat in your bed, snuggled within the covers as you read your study notes, “and it’s your fault the perfume was spilled all over my carpet. As much as I like smelling you I don’t want to smell you all the time… and your brothers would ask what was going on between us if I went around smelling the same as you” it’s true that you’d been sweet on Mammon for a while, but you’d also been sweet on his brother Leviathan, and neither of them had even made a move on you.

“Aw come on! I ain’t about to pass that up but the odds were rigged!” You chuckled at Mammon’s pathetic attempt to weasel his way out of doing work, he had lost a bet yesterday and had to spend today doing whatever you told him. Your orders would have been obeyed anyway, due to your pact, but today you didn’t have to feel guilty about using it.

“Oh please, you lost fair and square you can’t get out of it”

“But-“

He was interrupted by a knock at the door, Leviathan’s voice ringing out.

“MC?” You told him to come in and the door swung open revealing a semi excited Leviathan. “MC!” As soon as Levi saw you in bed and Mammon on the floor his face dropped, “you said we’d watch that anime together” his half sad face made your heart break, you had promised to spend time with Leviathan today and had completely forgotten due to your bet with Mammon.

“Oh shit, Levi I’m so sorry I forgot…”

His face dropped and his brows furrowed, Mammon sat up on his knees and shrugged.

“Aw well MC, if you’re gonna spend time with Levi then you don’t gotta order me around then, do ya?” He looked so smug thinking he’d gotten out of his orders.

“Order him?”

“Yeah, he lost a bet so I can use our pact to order him around for the day” you smirked and swung your legs over the side of the bed, smugly looking at Mammon’s pouting face.

“That’s too good to pass up!” Levi grinned and sat down next to you, a primal glint in his eye as he thought of ways to torture his brother.

“Woah h- hey! This ain’t fair!” Mammon’s went to stand up but you had other thoughts.

“Mammon, stay there.” His knees gave way and his body slumped back to the floor, a panicked look in his eye that was quickly replaced with submission. Leviathan chuckled next to you as he watched his big brother become so subservient.

“This is almost better than watching anime” Leviathan’s confession caused you to gasp, a very over the top gasp that turned theatrical as you continued.

“Hey this- this ain’t funny!” Mammon’s face was red, obviously embarrassed at his current state of obedience.

“Okay okay, Mammon come here.” You pointed to the floor just before you and Mammon obeyed, crawling on his knees and sitting in front of your legs. You leaned down and cupped his chin with your hand, leaning his head up and looking him in the eye. “I want you to answer me truthfully, in fact, I order to you to answer my next question truthfully”

His eyes darted between yours in desperation, worry within the beads of sweat pooling on his brow. With a hesitant nod he agrees and you continue with a newfound sense of confidence, if you weren’t going to hear their confessions soon, you’d confess yourself and make them know.

“Do you want to kiss me?”

“Y-yes” you smiled and ran your thumb over his cheek.

“Good. Another one” you leaned into his ear and breathed out, the hot air hitting his blushing skin causing a shudder in his own breathing, “do you want to fuck me?”

Mammon took a sharp breath in, his eyes widening as you leaned back to stare into them once again his breath quickening as he tried to resist answering. “Yes…”

You heard Levi cough nervously, a blush creeping on his cheeks as he watched you overpower Mammon in the sexiest way he could think of. You paid no attention to him and continued to look at Mammon, a smile on your face as he shivered under your gaze.

“Then why don’t we?”

“Wh-what?” Both of the brothers were in unison, dumbfounded and just astounded that you would even ask that.

“Why don’t we? I’m tired of waiting for you to make a move on me, and I have both of you here with me now so why shouldn’t I take this opportunity to ask? Now, may I kiss you?” Mammon nodded silently and you closed the gap, connecting your lips together and threading your other hand into his hair and you caressed his chin with your thumb. A soft moan escaping his throat as he leaned into your touch, your hands guided him to stand and pulled him onto your lap before parting ways from his lips and looking over at Leviathan.

“C-can I-“ he stuttered over his words and looked away from you both, his eyes darting around everything they could find in the room while his fingers fiddled around with eachother, “can I j-join?”

“Of course you can, but perhaps you’d like to watch beforehand?” You tilted your head to the side, knowing full well he was into voyeurism and watching you be fucked by Mammon would only turn him on more. Words eluded Levi as he nodded furiously the blush encompassing his entire face, travelling to his ears and down his neck.

Mammon shifted on your lap, eager to continue, and now that he had a taste of your lips he only wanted more. His greed for your body growing with each passing second you weren’t paying attention to him, hands snaking around your back and feeling as much of you as he could.

“Be patient Mammon, you’ll get nothing if you rush” your words dispelled the cloud over his eyes, his hand stopping and taking a fistful of your shirt as his teeth sunk into his bottom lip. “Good boy” you smiled and leaned in to kiss him, his lips coming towards you hungrily as he moaned into your skin.

You ran your hand over his thighs, feeling the fabric of his trousers and slowly edging your way to his growing erection. Going so slow made Mammon squirm, he wasn’t used to holding back but he knew if he tried to push it you’d stop and that was the last thing he wanted right now. His groans only spurred you on to continue, hand fumbling over his belt, undoing it as quickly as you could, your other hand taking a fistful of his hair and pulling him away from your lips so you could kiss and bite on his jawline. A soft yelp escaped his throat as you took him by surprise, his eyebrows furrowing as you continued to attack the skin on his neck with your lips.

His skin was deeply flushed, thighs rubbing together as your hand palmed his erection, massaging it through the fabric of his boxers as Mammon became greedier for your touches. You could hear Levi softly grunting as he rubbed his thighs together, his hardening penis being fondled by the tips of his fingers in a desperate attempt to hold back, he didn’t want to cum prematurely for you.

Your hand pulled Mammon’s boxers down, slow and teasing, revealing him in the worst way for him. Mammon just wanted to be touched by you, his dick was throbbing already just from being palmed, a sweat on his brow as his mewling whimpers served to tell you of his desperation.

“M-MC” you smiled and kissed his jawline once more, a silent act of telling him to be silent while you worked but it wasn’t conveyed well and he continued to whimper your name until you fully revealed him. Mammon’s cock sprang out and bounced against the jacket he was wearing a light gasp echoing from him as you wrapped your fingers around him, thumb flat against the seam of the head and massaging the vein that connected them. You could hear Mammon’s whimpers as you gave him the pleasure he had craved, his breath quickening and eyes glazing over with the self-same lust you had shown him many times before.

“Leviathan” your voice was stoic, demanding, a smass shriek coming from the Avatar of Envy as you got his attention, “undress”

“Y-yes” Leviathan obeyed and got off the bed to undress himself, headphones, jacket, then trousers all falling to the floor until he was naked before you and Mammon. The other demon wasn’t even paying attention, too busy revelling in the pleasure you were giving him as you began to pump his dick with your hand, his breathy sighs an attest to how good he was feeling.

“Mammon.” You pulled your lips away from his jawline, earning a small whine, and removed your hand from his dick, earning an even louder whine. He looked at you with those doe eyes that usually made you weak, but not this time. “Undress.”

“But” you glared at him and his words stopped immediately, tail between his legs and he unwrapped his arms from you and stood up, “yes”

Both of the demons were before you, naked as a newborn babe, and hard for your affections. The sight was one you enjoyed muchly, the men standing before you and desperate for your attention.

“Leviathan, you can undress me” his face lit up and you stood up, Mammon’s souring as he obeyed the order you had given. He had to stand there and stare as Levi got to touch you, hold you, and worst of all, undress you. The greed within him rose to uncontrollable levels as he lightly bounced around on his feet, his hands balled so tight his knuckles drained of blood.

Leviathan was just as eager to touch you, his hands working as quick as they could through his flustered state, fingers fumbling around your buttons and hems until he finally managed to undress you. Clothes ripped off and thrown onto the floor so all of you were naked.

“Mammon?” He was too eager to respond, basically jumping forward as the mention of his name.

“Yeah?!”

“Lie on the bed for me” Mammon obeyed and proceeded to lie down almost too eager to follow your orders now. You looked over at his excited face and smiled before turning back to Levi. “Levi? Sit where you were before” He silently nodded and returned to his previous position. Mammon was now half a metre below Leviathan, and Levi was sitting with his open. Both of them were hard as hell and squirming for you.

“So? What’s the order?” Mammon was becoming cocky and you knew it, smirking as you bent over him, breasts pressed against his shoulder, and lips an inch in front of his.

“I hope you’re hungry” he smiled at your words and nodded fervently, you bit your tongue playfully in response before climbing up onto the bed and placing your groin above Mammon’s mouth, him likcing his lips in anticipation.

“Never been hungrier” his arms wound around your thighs and he pulled your hips down, tongue attacking your vagina in the greediest way he knew, the sudden invasion causing your prideful facade to drop in place of a startled moan, your back arching as Mammon’s tongue darted within and around you, his hands anchored around your thighs and keeping you in place so you can’t accidentally move yourself away from him.

Your breath hitched in your throat, your eyes staring at the ceiling as you moaned out in pleasure, and you felt hands come to your chest. Leviathan had become envious of his brother and his demon form had come out, tal whipping around your waist and maneuvering around your back to bring you in closer. Levi’s finger and thumb pinched the nipples of your breasts as his hands massaged the tender mounds of flesh, the static electricity of Mammon’s mouth and the tender caress of Levi’s fingers coming together and providing you with that pleasure you had been desperate for. The wetness of your juices mixing in with Mammon’s saliva as he ate you out with reckless abandon, his tongue darting around messily but almost calculated as he circled it around your clit, and then your folds, then darting it in and around your entrance, his tongue hitting exactly where it needed to to keep up the pressure of pleasure.

You looked down at Levi, his eyes focused on your contorted face as he massaged your breasts, his tail running up and down your spine as you leaned into the caress of his hands. Every time his tail came to the small of your back a shiver ran straight through to your thighs, causing Mamon to smirk as he ate you. Levi’s lips came to your nipple, licking and nibbling at the buds. Your moans cut through the silent worship the only sounds from the brothers were breathy grunts and pants as they ravaged your skin and flesh.

Your stomach felt like it was curling into itself, a chasm echoing through your body as your arousal grew and grew under their scrutinous gaze. Their mouths and hands working together, turning you into a moaning, babbling, mess as your thighs and stomach twitched with heated anticipation of your climax. They were going to give it to you and you weren’t going to stop them, Leviathan’s tail made its way down your back and grazed over your ass cheeks, passing between them a few times as the slick juices of your vagina made their way further from your cunt.

Your voice rang out a small whine within your speech, “L-Levi?” he smiled against your skin before moving his tail further down, the tip of it at your entrance just below Mammon’s tongue, which was still circling hungrily around your clit and labia. “Wha-”

Before you could finish he inserted the tip of his tail into you, the flesh hitting your walls in the best way possible as he filled you up more and more. As he entered you, you yelped out his name in surprise, earning a jealous growl from Mammon who gripped onto your thighs even more, his white fingernails digging into your skin and dragging down upon your skin leaving red marks in their wake. You felt no pain from this act, the adrenaline of being fucked by these men only masking the pain and filling you with even more pleasure, your hips riding Mammon’s face, hands gripping onto Leviathans shoulder as your own nails dug into his skin.

With each thrust of his tail within you you could feel your orgasm draw near. That unmistakable thrumming within your stomach alerting you that you were a lot nearer than you thought.

“I- I’m-” you heard them both snigger at your confession, an embarrassed blush creeping over your already flustered form as your hips rocked with them. With a few more thrusts of Levi’s tail, and a few more licks of Mammon’s tongue your orgasm washed over you and your entire body shook. Back arching backwards as your vision blurred, fingers digging into Leviathan’s shoulders even more as you cried out in pleasure. No one’s name’s just a muttering of what could have been cries for the lord, any lord, as your climax robbed you of any functions.

They continued to fuck and lick you through your rapturous climax, juices dripping down tail and mouth as your whole body twitched and convulsed. When the high finally wore off your lungs were burning, the climax draining you of cognitive functions as your head fell forward.

“Fuck me, I order you to fuck me” your voice was hoarse and barely heard through the panting of breath but they stopped and obeyed immediately.

“Where do you want us?” Levi was unerringly confident, he wanted more of you and he didn’t care where, his tail slowly pulling out of you in the most teasing way it could, the soft scales dragging against your inner walls causing a shiver to run through your spine.

“Leviathan in my mouth, Mammon fuck me senseless” they didn’t skip a beat and began moving around instantly. Mammon shuffling out from under you and Leviathan prying away from your breasts, the skin aching for him to return but he didn’t, his legs were still spread and his dick standing tall and waiting for you.

You leaned forward, ass in the air as a cool draft alerted you to the juices running between your thighs, and eyed up Levi’s dick. He stared down at you, a deep red on his cheeks as he realised what was about to happen and you leaned further and further down, your hand grasping the base, with nimble fingers lightly touching his skin. You leaned down even further and licked the base of the head, your tongue flat against it and slowly moving up making sure you tasted the entirety of the precum that had dribbled from his arousal.

Mammon’s hand came to the small of your back and you could feel the tip of his dick teetering at your entrance, his head grazing through the wet folds of your pussy, a small spasm echoing through your thighs as your whole body craved him more and more, your hips working of their own accord to push your hole back onto his dick, teasing it into your entrance even more.

You heard a breathy chuckle come from Mammon but you had no desire to turn and jeer, all you wanted was for these men to fill you up from each end. You wrapped your lips around the head of Levi’s dick and rolled your tongue around the warm flesh, his breath hitched within his throat and hips began to go wild, twitching and convulsing as your tongue worked it’s magic.

Mammon’s hips shifted and he began to insert himself within your pussy, his head sliding in and setting fire to each nerve ending it came across. A low, drawling, whine vibrated through your throat into Leviathan’s dick and his head fell back onto the wall. As Mammon sunk himself further within you, your entire body reacted, the heat from your stomach now seeping into every muscle in your body as pleasure encompassed your being through and through.

Once he was fully within you Mammon’s hands came to your hips, anchoring himself against you with a solid base, and shifted his knees before pulling out of you, another whine escaping your throat, and slowly thrusting.

Your mind went wild, your whole body shivering with waves of pleasure each time the slap of flesh against flesh echoed within the room. Mammon filled you up just right and Leviathan was even more perfect, your tongue working overtime as you bobbed your head in rhythm to Mammon’s thrusts, your hand massaging the lower half of Levi’s cock. His hands came to your hair, thoughts finally within his head as he had composed himself and looked down upon your form. Mammon continued to thrust recklessly, his hips gaining speed with every second that passed as your pussy screamed out in glorious rapture, the pleasure clouding your vision as stars began to blur your mind.

You couldn’t spend too long ravishing within your own pleasure as Leviathan was sat there in front of you, flustered and dishevelled with his cock between your lips, tail curled around the bed and making its way to your thigh whilst his fingers threaded within your hair. You bobbed your head further and further down his cock, your tongue flat on it, base and leaving no vein or crevice of skin untouched as you pleased him.

Mammon’s thrusting became harder, his tip hitting deep within you, your thighs spasming as your orgasm began to bubble within. His grunts and moans accompanied with the light, breathy, sighs of Leviathan created your own personal soundtrack that you could fuck to for hours. Your jaw started to ache a little but you worked through the pain, your head bobbing up and down as your hand continued to massage the base.

Mammon became more vocal as he continued, his thrusts now unravelling and sloppy as his fingers dug into the soft skin of your hips, his nails dragging along the surface as he leaned down, his hips now closer to yours than ever, his thrusts shallow and direct to your ass. A pair of lips came to your shoulder blade, followed by a tongue and then a soft nibble, Mammon’s fangs brushing against your skin as you moaned deep into Levi’s dick.

“MC, I-” Levi was panting and sweating, his flushed face and half-lidded eyes looking down at you as his hair stuck to his forehead, dishevelled and damp from his pre-orgasm sweat. You hummed an affirmative sound and Leviathan’s hand snaked out of your hair and fell to your shoulder, his fingers digging into your skin and scratching at the surface bringing yet another level of pleasure as you massaged his dick with your tongue.

Just a few more dips of your mouth and Leviathan was cumming, his hips jerking and twitching as his fingers dug deeper into your skin leaving red “U’s” upon the flesh as his semen shot into the back of your throat. A light gag erupted from you as the liquid seeped down your throat, his moans and whimpers echoing through the air as Mammon continued to bite at your skin and thrust into your cunt.

Once he had finished he sat there breathless, licking up the remnants of his cum from his softening dick you giggled lightly. “Good boy, you did great Levi” he blushed some more and looked away, flustered and exhausted from his climax.

“Guess this leaves just us two, huh?” Mammon voice was cocky and impatient, he grabbed your arms and pulled you up, your breasts bouncing at the shift in position as a startled yelp came from you before he proceeded to thrust harder within your pussy, the slapping of hip against ass louder than before as your moans echoed through the air.

“Hah- hah-” you couldn’t think straight as his teeth came down onto the skin of your neck, his fangs digging deeper than before and sure to leave a visible mark for the rest of his brothers to see. His other hand moved down to your clit, his climax was soon and he sure as hell wasn’t going to be cumming before you were.

“Come on MC” he was even cockier than before, Mammon rubbed circles on your clitoris, the sensation rocking your whole body as your thighs and stomach twitched and spasmed. The uncontrollable heat erupting throughout your body as your orgams snuck up on you, walls clenching around Mammon’s dick as you threw your head back and moaned out his name, juices dripping down your legs and onto the bed sheets as your hips rocked back into Mammon.

You could hear him grunting behind you, noticing how sloppy his thrusts had become after your body calmed itself down from your climax. “Cum for me Mammon, cum for me” he wasted no time in doing so, like he was waiting for you to command him just as you had commanded Leviathan. Your name mumbled into the skin of your shoulder before he bit down once again, hoping to mumble himself from his weak moans and grunts and he came within you, his dick pumping semen deep within as his breaths lingered upon your sweat doused skin.

You both stayed there for a little while, Levi in front of you with his legs sprawled and flaccid dick limp between them, still out of breath with his head leaned back against the wall.

“That was-” you began as Mammon slid himself out of you, his cum dripping from your hole and onto the bed sheets.

“Your back!” There was a panic in Mammon’s tone as you looked around, spotting the countless love bites dotted around your shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s fine” you slumped down onto your knees and felt the liquids from below upon your skin and sighed, “Mammon, you’re cleaning my bedsheets”

“What?!”

“Ahahaha!”

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literallythebiggestfuckingsimp · 4 years ago

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Twenty-four days of hell

jj maybank x reader

( GIF CREDIT: @rudypankows )

Twenty-four days. It’s been twenty-four days since you last spoke to JJ, and it’s killing you. Your heart feels heavier and heavier with each day passing, and the fight won’t stop replaying itself in your head. It’s torture for you, and as hard as you will for it to just stop, it won’t.

“Well, maybe I don’t want to be just friends!” you screamed, and his eyebrows furrowed.

“The fuck you mean, just friends!?” he had yelled back, equally as angry.

You shook your head. “You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t think I do!” JJ yelled, taking a step closer.

You scoffed. “I’m not gonna keep playing this game with you, Jay. I’m not gonna keep letting you fuck with my head, it’s not fair.”

“I’m not playing a fucking game, Y/N! So let’s just stop this shit and pretend it didn’t happen, alright!”

“No,” you said. You watched as JJ’s jaw clenched. “No, I’m not gonna keep pretending like everything’s okay. Like you’re not with me every morning and running back to her every night. I’m not fucking doing it, JJ.”

“I’m not—“ he paused, sucking in a breath. “I’m not fucking around with you, okay? I promise, I’m not.”

You shook your head, disbelieving. “I’m done.” You turned your back, walking away, only for his hand to grip onto your wrist. You spun around to face him.

“You’re done, are you? You’re just gonna— just gonna walk away like I don’t even fucking exist to you anymore.”

You pushed him back and he stumbled, his jaw slack and tears in his eyes. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

That was the last time you had seen him.

That moment twenty-four days ago on the beach was the last time you had heard his voice, seen his face, touched his skin, and you were lost without him. You don’t think you realised how much that stupid little fight would affect you, but you just couldn’t keep doing it.

You couldn’t keep pretending like you were okay when you saw her hand in his, when you saw her lips crashing against his, their bodies a jumble of limbs between each other. Not when it was your hand in his only a few hours ago, your lips on his, your bodies intertwined.

It was breaking you. Slowly but surely, it was shattering you to pieces.

You didn’t think it would be this hard when you agreed to it at first. When JJ had kissed you that night, and you had kissed him back, not caring that he had a girlfriend, only focused on the feeling of his lips on your skin.

It was stupid. And for the first time, you think you remember why you and Kie had come up with the ‘no pogue on pogue macking’ rule. Because all it takes is two, and the whole group comes crashing down with you. And then, well, then you’re lost.

You don’t know if Cheryl knows what you had been doing with JJ for a good month or two now, and you tell yourself that you don’t care, but that’s not true. You care too much, if anything.

If he hadn’t told her, so what? He doesn’t care about you, you know that. He doesn’t give a shit, and neither should you. But, god, you can’t help it. You can’t help that you’re helplessly in— not in love, no. It wasn’t love, not yet, but it could be ... You’re helplessly in .. like with him. It sounds stupid, but you don’t know how else to describe your infatuation.

You’re lying on the soft grass, picking it with your fingers, staring up into the sky, thinking about him. This is where you had met JJ first, at your 7th birthday party. Unbeknownst to you, your mum had invited practically the whole neighbourhood. You weren’t rich, so it was only a small party with jugs of squash, a few bowls of crisps and a huge cake your mum and little sister had baked for you.

It was nice.

At first, you were shocked when all these random kids showed up, because you didn’t know these people. You’d seen a few of them at school, sure, but you really had no idea who they were. You got scared and hid yourself away in your room, sure that no one would come into the house.

That was until someone did.

A small blond headed boy with shining blue eyes opened the door, looking behind him to make sure no one was following him. You stayed silent, confused as to what he was doing. He shut the door quietly, sneaking over to your desk and taking your favourite pen.

Clearly, he had not seen you sat in the corner of the room, looking at him annoyed.

“Can I help you?” you spoke up, eyes narrowed and glaring. He jumped when he head your voice, turning around at the speed of lightning to face you.

“Uh, yeah, I was just, uhhh,” he said, panicked, “looking for the bathroom.”

“Rightttt,” you stretched out, standing up and brushing off your legs. “And that’s why you took my pen?”

His eyes widened slightly, and he laughed it off. “Ohhh, this?” he asked, holding the pen up. It was pink and sparkly, you weren’t sure why he’d want it. “Nice pen. Very sparkly.”

You just glared at him, hands crossed over our chest. “Yeah, and it’s mine. Why are you in here, anyway?”

“Told you, bathroom.” He shrugged, looking at you curiously. “Why are you here? Isn’t this, I dunno, your party?”

You huffed and rolled your eyes. “Yeah, but I don’t know like anyone here,” you admit.

“Im JJ,” he said, holding out his hand to shake your hand. You eye it suspiciously at first, but eventually give in and shake it.

“Y/N,” you nod. He grinned, and you forgot about how he had tried to steal your pen.

You didn’t know it then, but you had made a forever friend. You didn’t know that you would fall in love with him then, that you would later come to get your heart broken by him.

You didn’t know that he would keep the pen, and although you both know it’s stupid, he still has it, tucked away in his dresser as a ‘emblem of your friendship.’ You won’t ever admit it, but you love that he still has it. In fact, you think it’s adorable.

Oh, how much you want to go back to then, when everything was so much simpler.

Your thoughts are broken by the familiar ding of your phone, indicating a new message. You know that it’s probably just another text from Kie, John B, or Pope, but you check anyway, just to be sure.

JB🖕🏻

get ur ass to mine. mandatory

pogue meeting.

Y/N

mandatory? that’s a big word,

surprised you know it

JB🖕🏻

ha. ha.

JB🖕🏻

just get here

Y/N

i’m good, thanks

JB🖕🏻

u can’t just keep ignoring him,

we haven’t seen u in ages

Y/N

watch me.

With that, you switch off your phone, turning it on silent and continuing to lounge on the grass, looking up at the sky.

—

“Ugh, dude,” John B groans, putting his phone on the counter. “She says she’s not coming. Can’t you just go and talk to her already?”

JJ glares at him. “Hell no.”

“Come on, JJ,” Kiara whines. “It’s not fair that none of us get to see her anymore.”

“She’s right, you fucked up. Big time. And we’re paying the consequences,” Pope adds.

JJ rolls his eyes, taking a large swig of his beer. “You’re just agreeing with her ‘cause she got you pussy whipped.”

“I do not,” Kiara says, glaring at him. Pope stays quiet, eyes slightly wide with the confrontation.

“Whatever, man, just talk to her,” says John B, plopping himself down on the sofa.

“Fine,” JJ spits, grabbing his beer and sauntering out of John B’s house.

“You better not fuck up again!” Kie calls out behind him. JJ grumbles under his breath on his way to yours. He knows the way by muscle memory, and at first he really isn’t going to go — he’s just gonna pretend he did and say you didn’t want to talk. But then he gets closer to your house, and he starts to think about how much he’s missed you. How much he wants you back in his life, so he takes a chance.

—

Your peace is disrupted as you hear the soft pads of feet against the gravelly pavement, walking onto the grass and over towards you.

You know who it is, and you hate that you do, because you’ve memorised him down to the weight of his footsteps. JJ.

You make no move to recognise the fact that he’s there, but you both know you know he is. Your eyes glisten with tears, and he gulps, because he did that to you. Him, who would never dream of hurting you, not in a thousand years, has. And it nearly breaks him inside.

Eventually, he comes to lay beside you. Neither of you speak, and a tense silence fills the air. It’s not a comfortable silence, rather filled with unsaid words and the heavy weight of hurt and guilt instead.

“I broke up with Cheryl yesterday,” he says, after a long silence. You don’t answer him, just continuing to stare up at the sky, but your heart gives a small lurch of joy.

Maybe he does care, after all ...

Your words fail you, and all you can say is, “Okay.” This is the moment you’ve been dreading for those full twenty-four days, actually having to talk it out with him, face even more rejection than you already have.

You don’t think he likes you any more than a friend. You don’t think he likes you the way you like him. But you’re wrong.

“Okay?” he asks incredulously. “Okay? Is that all you’re gonna say to me?”

You sigh. “I don’t know what else there is to say.”

“A lot, Y/N. A whole damn lot,” he says, and he sounds like he doesn’t want to talk about the ‘a lot’, and you understand that, because you don’t either.

“We ... ” you start, but you trail off. “We don’t have to talk about it now. Y’know, take it slow kind of thing.”

JJ smiles. You can’t see him, because you’re looking up at the sky, but you know that he smiles because you know him.

“Okay,” he says.

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

JJ reaches out to intertwine his fingers with yours, and you let him, squeezing his hand in return. He squeezes back.

There’s a comfortable silence, and you both lay on the soft grass, looking up at the sky, holding hands, grinning like love-crazed fools — which, you suppose, you are.

The silence doesn’t just mean silence at this point. It means all the months of going back and forth meant something more. It means, in so many more ways than words can say, hope. Hope for the future and hope for each other.

So you keep the silence, and you bask in that hope, because the twenty-four days of hell and all that happened before doesn’t matter anymore.

All that matters is you and him, and the hopeful silence you lay in, touching in such a simple but intimate way with so many unspoken words between you that the silence seems to sum out.

Twenty-four days of hell and it was worth it.

A/N: hi :)

also oops there’s a little fault in our stars reference there by accident

#obx #outer banks pogues #outer banks #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #obx imagine #obx fanfiction #obxstuff #obx jj #obx jj maybank #outer banks jj #john b routledge #kiara carrera #pope heyward

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noocturnalchild · 4 years ago

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2. LUMINOUS

He spent all day outside. He spent all day in coffee shops and diners and parks, like a homeless lost guy. Cursing between his teeth, glaring at strangers and walking aimlessly.

How the hell was he going to return home and look you in the eyes again?

How the hell did he manage to fuck things up?

How did he ….how did things whirl in a huge black vortex all of a sudden?

Why didn’t he keep his big mouth shut? What a loser, a loser and a weirdo.

That’s what he thought of himself, all the way wandering in the street.

Now he might go back home and you won’t talk to him again.

Or worse,

He might go back and find you packing your things to fuck off, away from a whack like him.

Or even worse,

He may return and find you already gone, and will never see you again.

He groaned loudly out of frustration, shooting randomly an empty dented can as he walked an avenue bathed in the setting sun warm light. The can went rolling and hit the feet of a passerby.

“Freak!”

He shouted in Adam’s direction and Adam muttered a confused sorry, big frame glued to a wall to avoid the angry man.

The little incident aggravated his gloomy mood and ended his street journey for the day. He still didn’t want to go home though.

A coward.

When Adam thought he had his share of self-deprecation, he headed directly to work and decided to spend the night there. That was the best thing he could do, or that’s what he convinced himself was best to do.

Tucked in your sofa, mouth full of cherry pie, you threw away the tv remote control moodily.

The sun disappeared under the buildings of your neighborhood and you knew that Adam wasn’t going to show up till late night, and maybe not at all.

you waited for him to return home all day. You worked from home and you had nothing to do outside. You tried to busy yourself with anything that crossed your mind. You cleaned the apartment, you brewed cups after cups of tea, you took a bath, thinking and rethinking what you were going to tell him, writing and erasing speeches in your head, fancy dramatic ones and simple, heartfelt confessions.

All morning, you were buzzing with excitement, unexplainable striking feeling of warmth, recalling his awkward blush and silly excuses, his reddened ears as he struggled with his words.

Those were the signs, weren’t they? So obvious, he likes you.

But as the afternoon progressed, you weren’t sure anymore.

Was it just a misunderstanding? Have you projected your own feelings and hopes on him?

You even prepared a cherry pie and took your time to decorate it, expecting him to share it with you after you’ve confessed to him. You waited for it to cool watching the wall clock, sitting in the little kitchen and gasping every time you heard footsteps echoes in the building corridors, thinking it might be Adam, disappointment flooding you because it wasn’t him, every single time.

And here you were now, like a loser, zapping over Netflix series, eating your pie alone.

You felt like an idiot, you couldn’t just stay and wait anymore, so you jumped to grab your cellphone and call him. It rang and rang but he didn’t answer. He might be wanting to be alone, you thought, you really hoped that was it, and nothing else.

And what if something happened to him? What if a truck hit him, what if he got assaulted? What if… The what ifs were increasing your anxiety but you couldn’t bring yourself to call again. In the ocean of uncertainty you were rapidly drowning in, you were certain of one thing : It took just one little incident to make you realize you were already so into him. And now doubting his intentions and emotional state was unbearable once you came to acknowledge your own feelings. Love is tricky. That was a sure thing too.

Adam arrived at work earlier than usual. As he emptied his bag in the changing room he noticed that his phone was dead. Shit. No charger in sight, he forgot it at home. Of course. Shit again.

Did you call? He couldn’t help but think about this possibility. Are you worried about him? Or are you mad at him? What are you thinking of him now? A fucking perv? A crazy needy perv?

“ You wearing you blue pajama”

Genius.

Fuck.

Damn it Adam, stop it for a while. Give it a break.

He reached for a small box he was hiding in his personal locker. He exhaled a deep sigh but he smiled. Its content shone glowingly under the bright recessed lights, it was still beautiful and he was still wanting to give it to you. He didn’t know how for now, or if what was he doing was worth the try anymore so he tucked it in his pocket and let the comforting presence warm his heart as he proceeded to clean in autopilot mode. Numbing his worries for the night.

11 PM

You fidgeted in your sheets. Impossible to close your eyes or get your brain to shut down. Even your book that was thrilling yesterday felt bland tonight. What you were about to do was crazy, maybe, but the idea had been trotting in your mind for some time now. You wanted to be sure nothing happened to Adam, you didn’t have his work number, but you were familiar with his work place cause he asked you (sheepishly) several times to bring him something he forgot at home, a habit of his. Even his annoying habits weren’t annoying, and it wasn’t because he always treated you to dinner afterward.

You had to find him.

You jumped into your leggings and put a hoodie on, called an uber and in the span of 20 minutes you were facing the big illuminated building. You inhaled deeply before going in, trying to focus and not let the fear seep in you.

As you pushed the entry door and the vast cold space unfurled before you, your heart beats raced in your throat, your dread came to embrace you again. You saw the receptionist looking strangely at you, half expectant, half annoyed, and you cleared your throat.

“ Hi, um.. I’m looking for Adam”

please say you know who I’m talking about.

“ Adam who?”

“ The guy… the tall guy who cleans stuff here”

Please, say he is here.

“ I haven’t seen him come in today, sorry” he snorted. It was obvious from his tone that he didn’t want you there.

Damn, this couldn’t be possible, come on people.

“ Please, it’s urgent, I’m his roommate and I can’t reach him on his phone, can you please ask anyone in the offices, anyone who can help me find him?” you talked so fast and your voice was shaking, tears menacing to spill over.

The receptionist eyed you displeasingly then with a huff he told you to wait and started dialing.

With every second you hoped someone would pick up on the other side of the wire but nothing. For long seconds you looked around you, the hall silent, the buzz of air conditioners, the lightening, white and blinding recessed damned lights.

Then

“ Y/N !”

You gasped, and turned your body to the source of the voice, the one and only voice you wanted to hear now.

“What are you doing here” He stopped, eyes of a deer in the headlights, beautiful, wide, luminous, your favorite.

He was a little out of breath, in his work clothes and holding bottles of detergents, his strands of hair a bit sweaty, a bit messy, but he looked more glorious and glowing than any prince you read about in fairy tales. Love is what it is.

“ Adam …I..” You started but he cut you off.

“Come upstairs?” he simply asked, still out of breath. He nodded to the receptionist and he nodded back. Implicit consent.

You followed and struggled to keep silent, mesmerized by his large shoulders as his long legs climbed the stairs. You could feel the electricity buzzing between you two, heavy silence, sexual tension ?

You reached the floor he was cleaning and you were about to lose it when his hand pushed you gently in one of the open spaces and your turned your heels to face him, at last.

You both breathed deep in unison.

“hi”

You looked like two idiots, for sure.

“ so…” he started.

His eyes, you needed to stop staring.

“ yeah..”

“ I think that at some point someone should start to really …talk” you laughed.

“ yeah. Sure, sure” he paused. “ I’m sorry. If that makes any sense” his voice was reaching its deepest lowest levels. It sent shivers through all your body.

“ I’m sorry, I acted like an idiot the previous night and this morning…. And during all the day, actually …eugh” He winced, looking at his feet.

“ No…Adam ..”

“ No, you don’t have to act like it’s ok, I really crossed a line and I’m truly sorry y/n” he was about to put his large hands on your shoulders but he changed his mind and fisted them on his chest, another thing he did a lot, and that you found endearing.

“ Adam, just listen !” you blurted out, reaching a peak of nervousness because of all the things you were holding in.

“ Adam it was ok, it was really ok… it ..was, it felt good.” You gulped, watching him under your lashes, you couldn’t believe you said this, you watched as his pretty lips parted to form a perfect O. Then what seemed like a sunny smile reaching his eyes.

“ And I was worried about you all day, I tried to call but you didn’t-“

“ Fuck, my fucking…sorry, my stupid phone was dead.. that’s ..that’s why”

You sighed out of relief.

“ So you called me? Jesus, I thought you will be like … purifying your bed from my presence and invoking… dunno… a divinity to take your revenge or something..”

“ Shut up” you laughed heartily, all nervousness starting to fade away as a blush spread over your face and warmth in your gut.

“You are pretty” he blurted, blushing the tiniest bit.

You looked down to your worn leggings and tennis shoes, suddenly self- conscious. Your face must be just as pity looking, but as you looked up you saw him staring at you, eyes searching for something, then stilling on your lips.

You reached for a damp strand of hair and tucked it behind his ear, all words failing you.

He took a step forward, and leaned down, hesitant. You met his movement, and as you closed your eyes, you felt the gentle push of his lips on yours, and the world ceased to exist.

He kissed you with all the tenderness he got, all the delicacy and sweetness you needed. It felt nice, it felt pure and just like him. It felt kind and caring.

Your heart swelled and swelled, head span, you lost every sense of time and place. You didn’t even mind the white, cold blinding lights above your heads. All you could feel was his warmth, invading you from everywhere. Then he stopped.

“ I wanted to do it somewhere else” he whispered, out of breath again.

“ where” you hushed, eyes shut, still lost in the moment.

“ Your room”

“ let’s go then” you beamed at him “ I even made a pie for you… well, it’s half a pie now” you laughed gently.

And he kissed you again. He couldn’t believe this was happening. You were perfect for him. He never considered himself lucky, but what was happening now made him reconsider everything. Maybe it was his time, to be happy, to share all that he could give with someone willing to receive and to give back, abundantly. You.

When your lips parted again, he took your hand and led you outside.

“Let’s go finish this at home before I got fired”

You shared laughs and kisses and light chit chat all the way home and as soon as the door closed behind you your lips crashed again, with much more vigor and passion this time. He lifted you in his arms, so swiftly and easily you felt like a feather. Flush to his body you shuddered under his caring touch. It was mind blowing, so mind blowing he stumbled on the chair leg and lost balance, luckily he could put you down in time and avoided crashing on the floor with all his weight on you.

“Aouch” You laughed loud.

“ Fuck me!”

“We should eat my pie first”

Your eyes were glowing with mischief.

“ I have something for you, too” he scratched his neck.

And he took the box out of his pocket.

“ Sorry, I’m so impatient, I should have wrapped it at least, I know, and I should have waited till your birthday”

“ no more “sorrys” ! Adam that’s … that’s so kind of you”

“ it’s not just kindness, you know it now”

And you blushed some more, he made of you a hot mess.

“ open it, come on” he urged.

And you did.

It was wonderful.

A book mark. Shaped as a beautifully sculpted dragonfly, decorated with glowing stones in all shades of green. It was fairy. That’s all what you could think of it.

“ matches the fantasy books you like to read” he said sheepishly as words refused to leave your mouth. You were bewildered .

So you just jumped on him, hugging him and kissing him randomly, everywhere you mouth could reach. He seemed delighted, euphoric, eyes glassy as if he was drunk, and when you recovered, a detail stroke you. His gift must had cost a little much.

“ Adam, it’s expensive, isn’t it?”

“ No ! at all” he protested a bit aggressively and you knew you were right.

“ Adam is that why …” it hit you now.

“ What?” he laughed

“ Adam is that why you are working extra hours?”

“ nooooo” he sang awkwardly.

“ yes, please tell me “

“ NO!”

But you knew the truth. Adam couldn’t lie, it was that simple. It showed. Too pure for that.

You wanted to treat him right too. You just wanted to show him how much you felt love blooming in your chest for him. it always was there. When he asked gently if you wanted to be his roommate, in the way he refused to take money from you to pay rent because he knew you were jobless at the time. How he cared for you all the two and half years you were living together, the little details, the gentle words, the beautiful little, simple gestures, the occasional long talks. How he was being protective and nervous everytime he saw lame guys hitting on you, at the rare parties you went to together. It was always there, the love, growing silently, little things wired, linked, spreading roots in your hearts and now the time finally came for it to bloom and sprout, in the bright light.

“ Won’t we eat your pie now?” he asked, playful.

“Of course we will” and in your eyes sparkled the promises of much more.

#adam driver x you #adam driver #fanfic #not waiving but drowning #happy ending #fluff #he deserves the world #ilove him so much #baby adam #love

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 4 years ago

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You Have Me (Pt. 03 of 10)

Pairing: John Wick X D'Antonio!Reader

Word count: 2.5K

Summary: You, a D'Antonio, were raised completely oblivious to everything that had to do with the High Table. When your father dies, you find out that the world isn't how you thought it was. In Gianna's party, unknown men try to kill you, but someone steps in and saves your life. John Wick. The man takes you to the Continental, the only place you'll be safe. You're completely lost, no idea what to do to survive in the new, cruel world you were thrown into. But a letter from your late father tells you to find a man, who is the only one who could keep you save and carry a plan to release you from the High Table. The man is the Baba Yaga, John Wick, the same who saved your life.

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{John Wick Masterlist}

In the last nine days, John has been in and out of the hotel, meeting some people, trying to get in touch with others. Yesterday night he finally had a break, since now he has to wait for one of your father's affiliates to fly here. So this morning, you shower and dress up as if you're going to the gym. Leggings and a tank top. But you're forced to put on a coat to leave the bedroom because it's a bit cold. John is in the kitchen, having breakfast.

“I thought you were still sleeping,” You tell him, grabbing an apple.

“I just woke up.” He takes a look at you. “Going to work out?”

“No. But now that you apparently had a break, I still want to learn how to throw a punch.” Taking a bite, you sit before him on the table. “But if you gave up the idea, I'll hit the gym. I just found out this hotel has one.”

“It does.” John puts his coffee down, getting up. “But I meant what I said. C'mon.” He goes to the living room and you follow. John pushes the coffee table and the couches away, leaving a big space in the middle. Crossing your arms, you watch from the kitchen door frame.

“I'm impressed you're really doing this. I was waiting for you to just-”

“I'm only doing this because we need to be prepared for any kind of situation.” He gestures for you to approach and that's what you do. “I'll only teach you enough to get you some time to run and-”

“To run and find you.” You point out to him, a playful smile on your lips as you pace around the living room. “But c'mon. I don't know about you, but I want this to be a good time. It helps to distract me from what it really means.”

“It sounds like you're bored.”

“To death. I barely see you anymore, it's like I'm completely alone here.” You gesture to the apartment in general.

“Sorry, I've been meeting up-”

“I know.” The tone of his voice gets all professional again, a lot darker. He has a wound on his lower lip, which he probably got because of you and you father's plans. “That's why I'm trying to take this lightly. To take away the meaning behind it. Now let's go. How can a little girl like me take down a man like you?”

“As a start, you go for the most fragile spots. Throat, eyes, nose.”

“Fragile?” With both hands on your hips, you decide to scare him a little bit. So you move to kick him in the crotch, with the intention of stopping halfway. But John kicks your leg to the side, grabs your knee and pulls it up, moving to throw you hard on the ground. But instead of hitting the floor, you're more like lied down gently. But all the sudden motion is enough to make you lose your breath. “You proved a point. No joking around with you.” You burst out as he let's go of your leg and reaches out his hand.

“Just showing you what could've happened.” John pulls you up too hard when you take his hand, causing you to almost hit his chest. “They'd let your head hit the floor, what would leave you disoriented for a few seconds at least.”

“Got it,” You mumble, stepping back.

“Let's practice how to set free from someones grip.” He paces around you, holding you from behind with both his arms, in a way you can't move yours. “Keep in mind they will be squeezing you, so you'll be in pain.” But when he lifts you up, you suddenly burst into a laugh, which makes John put you back down immediately. “What is it?”

“Sorry. I'm ticklish.” You say, still catching your breath. You're about to apologize again, but when he loses his grip and you turn around, you see a smile. It's the same you saw a while ago as if for a moment he forgot everything that's going on. It makes him even more handsome, easygoing... He seems happy, or at least as if he could be. You promised you'd try to make him laugh, that you'd try to make him feel better, even though it may only be for a few seconds. And suddenly you notice how close you are. John slowly lets go of you, but something just won't let me step away. “But it would scare them away, right? If I suddenly started laughing.”

“They'd think you're insane, but it wouldn't stop them.” It all comes back, the smile disappears and his whole face changes.

“I know...” Running a hand through your hair, you wonder what you should do next. So you try to punch him again, and just as he did the first time, John grabs your wrist before you can hit him. “One day I'll surprise you, John Wick.” As you're done speaking, you try to punch him with the other hand, but the same thing happens and now he's holding both your hands. “Shit.”

“You'll have to be a lot better than this.”

You could kiss him. You bet that would be a surprise. John is standing so close, you'd only need to tiptoe. “I will, believe me.” You're not sure if you'd do it, but a knock on the door makes him to let go of you.

You watch as he goes to answer it, coming back from your daydream, telling yourself not to go there again. You're about to sit down to wait for him to return when you see through the corner of your eyes John being pushed violently. As he falls, a man comes in, a gun immediately pointed at you. You run and he shoots. On your way to the kitchen, you see as John gets up, colliding with the man, and somehow taking the gun from his hand. You stop by the door frame, unable to move. Your eyes follow John's every move, and as he overcomes the man, you manage to calm down. Soon enough the man is a bleeding mess on the floor. John checks him before coming towards you.

“Are you alright?” His eyes quickly scan through you, but you're more worried about the wound on his forehead.

“You're hurt.” Pushing his hair away, you check the small cut, your hands cupping his face. For a moment you don't care if that man came in here to kill you, you're way too worried about John being hurt. This feeling surprises you, but you choose not to think about it. “Come, let me clean it.”

“No. I'm used to it. We need to call Winston.”

“Well, I'm not used to it.” As he goes for the telephone, you get the first aid kit. John rudely asks someone to get in contact with the man called Winston, demanding him to come here immediately. When he hangs up, you stand before him, holding the kit. “Are you going to sit down and let me clean your cut or will I have to force you?”

With a quick, small smile, John moves to the couch, and you sit down beside him. He stands still as you clean the wound, relieved to see it's indeed small. “I was going to be a veterinarian, you know?” You tell him once you're done because he seems curious about how you know yiui way around the kit. “Well, I was supposed to graduate this summer, but since I had to leave the country... It might take a while longer.”

“Really?” You feel his eyes on you as you put everything back in the box.

“Yes. Despite my father's fortune, I always wanted to have my own life. My own money. I even agreed to give up my part of his heritage.”

“What?”

“It's crazy, I know. Some years ago Santino and Gianna were fighting over it and when they started to include me, I decided I didn't want it.” Remembering this episode was already bad, now it's way worse, with both your father and sister dead. And Santino hunting you down. “They were quick to set up the documents I had to sign. But after that, father opened a bank account for me and started transferring some money ever month.”

“He wanted you to be safe.”

“Yeah.” You forget the bleeding man on the floor, eyes locked on John's. “Thanks again, John. You saved me.”

“It's my job.”

“No, it isn't.” You friendly touch his arm, your hand lingering for too long. “I-” The door is opened and you move faster than John, suddenly ready to run. But the man who comes in doesn't seem like he came to kill you. He takes a deep breath when he sees the man on the floor.

“This is Winston. The owner.” Both of you observe as Winston checks to see if the man is alive. “I didn't break the rules.”

“Good for you.” He says, shaking John's hand before coming to stand before you. “Miss D'Antonio. My deepest apologies for not coming to greet you earlier, but John and I are working day and night to carry out your father's wishes.”

“Call me (Y/N).” You don't like the tone people force when they call you by the last name. “I'm more than just a surname.”

“Absolutely. I see that you indeed became everything your late father wanted you to. A beautiful, intelligent woman. An example of purity, judging by where you came from.” He claps his hands twice, and two men come in, taking the knocked out one away. “He will be taken to the alley and will be made an example of.”

“Good.” John nods, and Winston stares at both of you for a while. To John and then back at you. “Something wrong?”

“I have two pieces of advice. One for you.” He gestures at you. “And on for you.” Winston turns to John. “One is good, the other no so much.”

You don't like his tone, so you move closer to John, hiding a little behind his shoulder. “Enough mystery, Winston. What is it?”

“Dear (Y/N).” Winston takes your hand and pulls you away from John. You exchange a glance with him, and he nods, as if telling you it's ok. It's annoying how people feel like they're somehow intimate with you thanks to the surname you care. You don't like it. “Be careful with your feelings for John Wick, do not let them grow and become... Something more. He represents everything your father fought so hard to keep you away from. He's the very opposite of who you are, who you want to be. You might be the only good, righteous thing that came out of this cruel world I live in. Don't let him corrupt the purity, the gentleness that resides in you.” Before you can answer, he let's go of your hands and turns to face John. “And you, Mr. Wick, please, fall in love with her. You could use a light in your life, something to rescue you from the depths where you've seen to have fallen again. Someone so kind and generous would certainly heal the wounds you carry.” With a smile, Winston walks away, not giving you time to come up with an answer.

You just don't get it. Who hell does he think he is? What does he think he knows? “Tell me something, Winston.” He stops at the mention of his name. His words about John are burning ony your mind, and you can't keep your mouth shut. “If you were walking on these streets and saw half a dozen men surrounding a stranger, guns at their head, what would you do?”

He seems a little confused. “I would keep walking. As should you.”

“That's the difference between you and John.” You step forward, arms crossed. “He isn't here because I'm paying him. He saved my life at Gianna's party, asking for nothing in return. So you don't have the right to talk about him that way. If I'm good and righteous despite the place where I came from, so is John.” Winston opens his mouth to say something, but you raise a hand. “Thank you for your advice. And thank you for working on my father's plan to help me. But don't talk about things you don't understand. Or about people you don't truly know.”

“You are spectacular.” He says with another smile. “I will send the cleaning crew in. And please, John, take the lady to dinner. Our restaurant is at your disposition.” That said, he leaves, and seconds later the cleaning crew comes.

It makes you sick to see as they clean the blood, so you go to your bedroom. Opening all the curtains to let the light come in, you sit on the bed, staring at the buildings before you. What Winston said... Where did that come from? You have to be careful with your feelings for John? While has to fall in love with you? How stupid. Winston thinks he has everything figured out, but he couldn't be more wrong. If he's as smart as he thinks he is, he should know that what's more likely to happen is the other way around. John would never look at you like that... But you? You were already thinking about kissing him even before Winston showed up.

“Don't be stupid,” You tell yourself, getting up and walking over the window. It's beautiful here, even though the gray clouds give the city a monochromatic look.

“You're not stupid.” John's voice startles you. You didn't notice you left the door open. “What are you thinking about?”

“That Winston is a jerk. But I bet you already know that.”

“He's just good at reading people.” He comes to stand beside you, eyes on the city. But yours are on him. Tracing and memorizing his features. When he moves to look at you, yoy turn away quickly, staring at the city again.

“I don't think so.”

“We should have dinner at the hotel's restaurant though. At least until it's safe enough for you to start going out.”

“People will stare at me. They always do, as if they know me just because they knew my father.”

“You can't blame them for looking at you.” His voice is lower, deeper.

“Blame it on my dead father, dead sister, and murderous brother.”

“That's not what I meant.”

“What could you possibly mean?” You finally allow yourself look at him again, meeting his eyes. “You have such nice eyes.”

“You already said that.” A smile makes its way to his lips. Beautiful, soft lips.

“Well, you have a nice everything, actually.” Shrugging your shoulders, you put a lock of hair behind your ear, just as an excuse to look away.

“You're pretty too. More than that. People would look at you even if you weren't (Y/N) D'Antonio.”

You're blushing. You're sure you're blushing. Stepping back with a giggle, you cross your arms. “I'll put on something elegant then. And since all my expenses are paid, you can order anything you want.”

“Sounds good to me.”

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ateezmakemeweep · 5 years ago

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richboy!seonghwa (part 3)

word count: 5k

angst, fluff

(part 2) (series masterlist)

"pop quiz today! clear your desks and take out a pen," your third period teacher announces the next day, groans of protest filling the room and you'd be lying if you said you didn't contribute a quiet one yourself.

because until 10:00 last night, you had already been attempting to catch up on all the new topics you had yet to learn at your old school.

you went through all of the syllabuses, highlighted some notes, and even read through a few textbooks until you eventually passed out and drooled all over the open book.

and now as you're staring at these ten questions, you quickly discover you exhausted yourself for nothing last night.

because you still don't know shit.

you rewrite and erase and rewrite some answers close to five times before you huff, the boy next to you side-eyeing you as flip your test over in defeat and put your head down on the desk.

you lay there with your eyes closed for the next few minutes, trying not to let your mind plague itself with worst case scenarios.

but it's hard not to when you're here on a scholarship, when your purpose here is solely dependent on the grades you receive and if you can't hold them up, the money your family doesn't have will be the only way to keep you educated.

you hate that it's only the second day and you're already on the verge of an anxiety attack, eyes squeezed shut, breaths uneven and choppy as you try to clear your mind and remember the good things that are gonna happen today.

like seeing seonghwa next period and your new friend mingi during lunch and then your day is more than halfway over.

those helpful reminders wrack your brain for the rest of class, silent study time as you try to ignore the teacher grading the quizzes just five feet away from you.

a paper landing on your desk a few minutes later rips you from your attempt at working, your head snapping up to meet your teacher's gaze.

"can you meet me after class for a minute," she asks you, her eyes glaring into yours as you nod your head quickly.

and it's after the bell rings, with slight judgement in her tone, that she tells you she knows you're here on a scholarship and wants to ensure that, in order to keep your placement, you're serious about working hard in this sort of institute.

"i am, of course i am," you ramble out, "i just...we didn't cover any of this in my old school yet and i was trying to catch up last night but-"

her humming cuts you off and you immediately shut your mouth, a little intimated by her presence and attitude. she stares at you, then down to your paper that reads 4/10, then back to your wide, nervous eyes and she hesitates before beginning to speak.

"this is a one time offer," she tells you sternly, tone cold but eyes holding the smallest bit of compassion, "come to my office during your lunch period. i'll have you meet a student that can help you catch up.”

just as your about to blurt out your gratitude, she then adds, "but it isn't gonna look good if a scholarship student is using a tutor so i'd advise you learn the material fast and not parade that information around."

you feel a twinge of something in your chest, maybe embarrassment or even shame because the way she says scholarship makes it sound like it's a bad thing.

and you know it's not.

you know you've worked hard and that you're smart and have certainly earned your spot at this institute.

but it's also hard to ignore the way everyone here looks at you, their disapproving eyes lingering over you any chance they get.

regardless you nod your head, a small smile on your face because even though she's scary, you're grateful for the support.

"of course, yeah, okay, thank you so much," you tell her. she simply nods, eyes wandering to the door as if she's saying 'get lost' before turning around to face the board.

you scurry out quickly and down the hall to your 4th period class, barreling into the room and heading straight towards the back.

seonghwa's already in his seat, watching as you bump into two desks and apologize softly. he observes your figure the entire time and can sense within those few seconds that you're uneasy.

because if your slightly messy hair, flushed cheeks and quiz turned outward with a handful of red markings didn't indicate it, the frown on your face and glossy eyes certainly did.

you plop down in your seat with a huff, fumbling with the paper in your hand and feeling your stomach knot from all of the x marks as you read it over again; you know it was a pop quiz but she could've at least hinted that there was gonna be something of the sorts.

overwhelmed by the queasiness in your stomach and racing mind, you don't even realize you're mumbling under your breath until you hear a quiet laugh in front of you.

your head snaps up just as seonghwa turns around, a small innocent smile making its way on your face as he looks at you with a smirk.

his eyes always seem to be twinged with amusement when he looks at you and you're not exactly sure if that's a good or bad thing; but you do know you'll probably never get used to how handsome and intimidating he is.

"hey," he says, his tone calm and cool and you almost forgot how nice his voice was.

"hi, seonghwa," you say softly, a small smile on your face that he notices doesn't reach your eyes.

"any particular reason you're talking to yourself today?" he asks with his deep voice and your cheeks flush in record time.

"oh...i-i didn't even... i was..wait do i-"

"disaster, tutor and stupid rich people?" he quips back with what he was able to gather. his eyebrow is now cocked, smirk widening on his face and you close your eyes in embarrassment.

"yeah, that about sums up my morning," you complain, "i did bad on my first pop quiz and now i need to meet with a tutor but because i'm a scholarship student. i shouldn't even be having one and the way she says scholarship just makes me feel so-"

the words die in your throat when you see him blankly staring at you and your cheeks flush, eyes focusing on the board behind him before shyly meeting his gaze again.

"and i'm so sorry, you don't wanna hear this, oh god.”

you're usually a babbling mess but his presence just seems to make it 10x worse. the way he stares at you with no real emotion, no clear indication if he wants you to continue or get the hell out of his face.

"no? what makes you think that?" he asks, head turned to the side ever so slightly as his eyes roam over your face.

"i...uh well...i don't know," you finish lamely, voice quiet and soft before admitting, "you're...incredibly hard to read."

even the way he's smirking at you, pretty pink lips stretched across his face, is so cryptic.

"you think?"

you huff, air deflating out of your chest as your shoulders fall defeatedly and it causes a little laugh to leave his mouth.

"what?" he asks, the innocence in his tone and sparkle in his eyes a complete contrast to the crooked, cocky smile making it's way on his face.

"see, stupid rich people," you mumble, the words falling from your lips before you can stop them and he turns his head to the side to hide the laugh that bubbles out of him.

you smile at the sound of it and it eases some of the knots in your stomach....for all of three seconds.

because then he's reaching his hand out, his fingers running through a knotty strand of hair that frames your face. he smooths it out with a gentleness that doesn't seem to match his aura, watching as you stiffen slightly and hold your breath at his closeness.

you don't even notice the teacher's shoes clacking into the classroom because he's leaning in toward you slowly, inch by painfully slow inch until his face is close enough to yours that you're able to make out the specs of light brown in his eyes.

"careful, new girl, just rich," he says and then you nearly crumble in his hand when he winks at you before pulling back and turning to face the board.

you spend the rest of your class trying to catch your breath, his eyes and voice and the slightest feel of his touch causing your brain to be in yet another frenzy.

when the bell rings for the end of the period, seonghwa stands and turns around to see you fumbling with the books on your desk.

the corner of your notebook knocks into your pen and you snap your head up just in time to see him catch it, holding the pen between his long fingers and you feel yourself swallow thickly looking at the two black rings adorning them.

you hurriedly throw your books back in your bag, standing up and thanking him before reaching out to grab it. your fingers brush and you know the spark you feel is entirely in your head, your infatuation with a boy you've known for less than two days pathetically consuming your entire being.

you're about to walk passed him when he puts his arm on the desk next to him, blocking your pathway and a little squeak leaves your mouth when you nearly collide into him. you look up at him and the intensity of his gaze would scare you if it wasn't for the smallest of smiles on his face.

"what?" you ask, your heart about to pound out of your chest from your proximity.

he's silent for a few moments, his eyes roaming over every inch of your face before he breaths out, "try to relax, okay?" and those were the last words you were expecting to hear him say.

the look of shock on your face has a laugh threatening to burst from him, your mouth slightly parted and head turned to the side. you told him he was difficult to read but he just thinks you make it too easy, your eyes so easily twinged with emotion.

they were scared and apprehensive when he first saw you, trotting through his yard in slippers and pajamas at six in the morning.

they were full of fascination and submission when he pulled back from whispering his name to you yesterday morning, so wide and innocent but also holding a certain heat.

and now they were completely caught off guard, questioning and soft and he thinks their the sole reason he's quickly becoming enchanted by you.

he watches as you try to formulate some words, anything really, and decides to put you out of your misery by inhaling deeply, then exhaling deeply.

"try that," he commands and you immediately follow what he says, even though you're tense and anxious for completely different reasons now.

he watches as you take breath deeply, your eyes never leaving his and they're all but burning into one another now. his eyes fall down to your lips, watching as you breath out before looking back at your face when the final one passes through.

good girl," he praises and you swear your knees wobble at hearing those words fall from his lips.

he watches as you swallow, eyes wide and teeth biting into your lower lip ever so slightly. his hand tightens around the desk that's still keeping you barricaded, the heat from both your bodies radiating between the small space.

"stop doing that and get to class," he warns lowly, pulling his arm back and nodding his head down the aisle.

you want to tell him that you planned on it before he blocked you in, want to talk back to get some sort of reaction out of him but you think it's better not to, for the risk of calling him sir is highly likely with how easily you're listening to his commands.

you nod, your cheeks covered with what seems to be a permanent flush as you quickly walk passed him.

he watches as you turn your head in the doorway, your eyes meeting again for one, two, three, four seconds like you can't physically pull your eyes apart before another student harshly bumps into you in the doorway.

your eyes break away from his as you say what seonghwa can only assume is an apology before scurrying out of the hallway and a shaky exhale finally leaves his lips. he loosens his blue and yellow tie, suddenly feeling very suffocated and hot and he doesn't know what's gotten in to him today.

because as he leaves, he may or may not have made it a point to shoulder bump the boy who knocked into you.

he's at his locker one period later when "yo, seonghwa," booms down the hall, coming from the voice he recognizes as one of his best friends.

the two have been close since elementary school, their parents' lifelong coworkers who always shipped them off together at company parties or formal gatherings.

"hey, we still going out for lunch?" he asks, his gaze toward his locker causing him to miss his friend's pissed off scowl.

"it appears not," the boy growls and seonghwa closes his locker, turning to see his friend's annoyed face.

"what's got you all pissy?"

"just found out i have to tutor some asshole," his friend says, "who needs tutoring a month into school? just pay off the teacher or some shit."

"the school's top scholar, kang yeosang, ladies and gents," seonghwa quips sarcastically causing the smaller boy to lightly punch him in the arm.

"or do it the park seonghwa way, wink and flirt with 50 year old women. that's a lot better," yeosang says dryly and the boy rolls his eyes, roughly pushing him a few feet.

"we both know that's not my style."

"oh, right, you much prefer-"

"i want some snack!"

seonghwa and yeosang's head snap up to their friend's loud voice, the boy barreling down the hall and bouncing in front of them excitedly. he joined their friend group in 4th grade, the small, shy new boy with dimples and a kind smile.

"are we going or what," he whines suddenly, "i'm hungry."

"san, you literally just got here," seonghwa says, judgement in his tone and yeosang rolls his eyes before shaking his head.

"count me out, i was just telling him i have to tutor already," yeosang grumbles, "but really, how fucking stupid could this person gonna be."

"coming from the top student who just pays off every teacher in this school," san says and seonghwa nods his head in agreement.

"don't worry, he already made sure to mention that."

"what a dick," san comments and just as seonghwa laughs in agreement, yeosang grumbles, "okay fuck you both, goodbye."

he hears his friend’s high pitched laughs the whole time he stomps down the hallway to his teacher's office.

meanwhile you've been sitting in the office for close to fifteen minutes now, your teacher picking through her salad and chatting quietly on her phone without a care in the world; you're grateful for the chatter or she would've heard your stomach growling nonstop.

suddenly the door bursts open and someone you can only compare to as a prince waltzes in, his perfect hair and posture and attire that would've wowed you if wasn't for the harsh scowl on his face.

his cold eyes meet yours and his eyebrows furrow together, looking you up and down until his eyes land on your shoes. his top lip raises in disgust and you attempt to give him a small smile but he's already turning around to face your teacher.

"is this her?" he harshly asks and the woman looks up boredly, her eyebrow raised as she pulls her phone away from her ear.

"yes," she says, "like i said, she's a transfer and didn't learn a few topics at her old school. you're still willing to tutor, correct?"

"i guess so," the boy mumbles and the woman looks at him with such sympathy, like he's the one being portrayed as an inconvenience when this wasn't even a service you asked for.

"thank you, mr kang," the teacher says gratefully, "perhaps...the library would be more suited for you both," she says even though it's obvious she wants to get back to the phone call about her upcoming trip to prague.

he doesn't say a word, just turns and walks out the door without sparing you a glance and you get up to quickly follow him, the door nearly slamming in your face.

you feel nervousness bubble up in you, surprised that you're not to used these hostile attitudes by now. you waddle a touch faster than normal until you're a few feet behind him.

"um...i'm y/n, by the way," you tell him quietly causing him to stop short and you nearly bump into him.

he turns around, looking at you with a quizzical expression and you swallow the panic rising in your throat.

"thank you...i know this is probably the last thing you wanna do during your lunch period so i really appreciate-"

"yeah, you're right," he snaps, rolling his eyes, "so why don't you just shut up and follow me?"

he almost feels a little bit bad when your face drops, eyes falling to the floor and your feet retracting back as if you were physically wounded by his harsh tone.

but then he thinks about the true inconvenience of this, how he could be out with his friends right now but instead has to mull over math he's been able to do since the age of 11 and his annoyance comes back with a vengeance.

so with that, he turns around and continues the walk to the library. you follow behind a few moments later, taking deep breathes in and out and calming slightly when you think back to him and the advice he gave you.

the boy opens the library door, not bothering to hold it for you as you slip through and your eyes immediately search for the large boy with glasses.

you find him peeking at the entrance of the library, the smallest smile crossing his face when he sees you and then his eyebrows furrowing when he watches you follow yeosang three tables away from him.

you smile back at him before your eyes drop to the floor and take a seat across from mr kang. there's a tense silence for what's probably thirty seconds, you fumbling to get your textbook out and open as he just watches you with stony eyes.

"so i went through the textbook last night and i think i just need some help with-”

"what does a scholarship student need a tutor for anyway?" he interrupts and you turn your head to the side. how does he know that? the teacher acted as if she didn't want anyone to know.

the confusion must be evident on your face because he speaks again, causing your stomach to plummet and palms to sweat.

"it's obvious, no self-respecting girl here would wear those hideous things," he says, gesturing to your feet and your heart pangs just a little because you didn't think they were that ugly to be called out on numerous occasions.

"it's also rare for anyone to get a tutor,” he continues, “we all just usually pay for an a."

in fear that you'll burst into tears, you try to just focus on explaining your situation.

"well...it's just because i transferred schools and we hadn't covered the topics yet," you explain again, "i just need a little help. i tried to teach it to myself but the textbook was kind of confusing...and as for as the shoes, that seems to be the general consensus here," you say, an attempt at humor that falls flat.

yeosang rolls his eyes and he truthfully doesn't know why he's being so harsh. but he finds himself unable to stop because everything is annoying him now.

"i'm sure it was for someone like you," he mumbles and you snap your head to look at him, hurt clear on your face before he says, "show me the chapters."

despite being insulted, you're willing to shut your mouth and endure it because you just want to learn the work and be over with it. he summarizes the concept of the math formula in layman's terms, something you're actually finding incredibly helpful, before he tells you to attempt one of the problems.

it takes a several minutes but you eventually get it, showing him the paper and he sarcastically claps before telling you to do another.

it's a shame, you think, because he's probably a good tutor for respectable rich people he deems worthy of standard human kindness. you can tell he's smart, that numbers and mathematics come natural to him.

which is exactly why he gets frustrated with you ten minutes later, the third to last concept you need to learn not wrapping around your brain. you're looking back on the notes you took as he spoke and explained the concept, rereading the equation but it's just...not making sense.

"what don't you understand? i just told you," he snaps and you feel your own frustration burning in you.

"i'm just confused on what step to do next," you tell him, attempting to stay calm.

he huffs, grabbing your paper out from under your hand causing stray scribbles as you jump at the harsh movement.

he does the problem in under 30 seconds, silently showing you his work as if that's supposed to help; you look it over nonetheless but, as suspected, still don't understand.

"how was that supposed to help," you mumble sassily, not being able to help your attitude.

"jesus christ, you're a real fucking-" he growls loudly until an loud, singular bang is heard throughout the library.

you both look up, yeosang's head snapping up while yours turns toward mingi; but the boy is just sitting there, headphones in and eyes on his book.

"can you please just explain it to me," you beg quietly and an annoyed sigh leaves his mouth before he starts talking hushly, like he wasn't just about to scream a string of curse words at you.

and alas, all you needed was a verbal explanation because it's like a lightbulb went off and you were able to complete the problem speedily. you're trying to rush through the rest of the material, wanting and hoping and praying that this is the first and last day you ever need to associate with this boy.

"see, all i need are verbal explanations," you say softly to him, wanting him to understand that that's how you learn and how to make this time go faster. but apparently, he doesn't see it that way.

you can tell in the way he stiffens, in the way a scoff leaves his mouth and, most obviously, in the way his words start to rip holes through you.

"oh so now you know more than me? a more proper way on how to teach someone not to be a fucking idiot?"

his words make you halt and tears sting behind your eyes; not because his words are getting to you but because they're so harsh and mean and he doesn't even know you.

"i'm not an idiot," you growl, finally having enough of it despite the fact you're shaking at this confrontation, "i'm telling you so this goes faster."

"you are a bit of an idiot," he says mockingly, "trying to go to a school this expensive and finding a loophole with our academics and not even being able to do that."

more tears prick your eyes and you can't even believe he's really saying this to you. because you don't believe it, you really don't, but it hurts hearing, especially with the marked up paper in your bag that feels like it weighs 200 pounds.

"how does it feel to be a horrible person?" you spit at him, "you don't even know me and you can say this kind of stuff to me."

"how does it feel to be stupid and poor?" he spits right back before observing your face with glossy eyes and pouty lips, "but, hey, you're not ugly, maybe you can use that to your advantage and-"

the loud slam from before echoes through the room again, followed by a chair scuffling against the floor and then a large figure standing over your table. you look up to see mingi and you can see the anger blazing in his eyes even with that glasses on his face.

"enough," his deep voice snaps and the boy in front of you has the audacity to laugh.

"and who are you? another scholarship student?"

he says it just like the teacher did and it makes you wanna claw his eyes out.

"do you wanna sit with me, y/n?" he asks you softly, turning his back to ignore the boy. you blink your eyes rapidly a few times, refusing to let your tears fall in front of that asshole and you nod your head.

"yes, please," you say and the tall boy immediately bends down to grab your backpack as you collect your papers and close the textbook.

"we don't have to do this again, i'll just tell her we covered everything,” you tell the boy behind you, not wanting to turn around and see the mean, hard look in his eyes.

you don’t see the way he’s watching you with a smirk, leaning back on his chair so cockily as he says, "good idea. make sure you tell her how helpful i was, since i solidified your career as a cheap wh-"

almost on instinct, mingi pushes the chair back and it clatters against the floor.

yeosang falls back with a yelp, catching himself with his hands before he could smack his head on the floor and rage rips through his chest at the boy looming over him.

"what the fuck is your problem!" he screams as he jumps up, fists clenched despite the obvious size difference, "you could've fucking killed me!"

"good," is all mingi says, attempting to usher you back to his table; but yeosang has other plans because he charges and pushes mingi's back, nearly knocking you down had you not gripped the table last minute.

you hear the deep mumble of "shit," mingi’s large hand grabbing the back of your arm on instinct and steadying you even more.

"you okay?" he mumbles down by your ear and you nod before the taunts of the other boy start up again.

"hey, asshole, you could've killed me, don't you understand?" he growls and mingi turns around to face him, staring down at him completely unamused as he blocks you from yeosang's view.

"don't you understand that i don't care," mingi says, taking one step closer to the smaller boy, "you were being an asshole and you should apologize."

a bitter laugh leaves the boy, eyeing mingi up and down in shock.

"you're kidding! i should apologize when you nearly cracked my skull? you've got fucking balls, i'll give you that," yeosang says and now it's his turn to take one step closer.

"i only did that because you were being a dick," mingi replies calmly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

you're standing there unsure of what to do, not wanting them to start fighting and freaking out at the prospect of watching this unfair fight go down before your very eyes.

you hear yourself beg, "guys, stop," through your pounding, clogged ears but to no avail do they stop; in fact, you think you hear their voices getting louder and then the distinct sound of the library door opening.

your neck twists backward and your eyes widen when seonghwa walks in with another boy, both of them smiling and laughing as they make their way to the table. seonghwa's eyes meet yours first, his smile dropping when he sees you're upset again.

because just like this morning, he's able to tell.

and it's not until his friend hits him in the arm, pointing towards mingi and yeosang, that he breaks eye contact with you and rushes over to the two boys.

san pulls yeosang back by his jacket as seonghwa steps in the middle of the two boys, staring at you over mingi's shoulder with blazing, questioning eyes.

"what the fuck is happening!" you hear the boy seonghwa came in with shout, "are you really trying to fight this guy? he's a literal foot taller than you."

"he nearly cracked my fucking head open! and it's not a foot!"

"it's definitely a foot," mingi mumbles under his breath and an annoyed growl leaves yeosang's mouth.

seonghwa steps back slightly and looks at each of you before his eyes fall to your figure, still being blocked behind mingi's body.

"y/n, what's going on?" he asks you, voice deep and serious and you're very much intimidated right now. you just wanna get the hell out of this library.

"you know this poor idiot?!" yeosang snaps, "how the hell do you know her?"

"i told you to stop calling me that!" you snap just as mingi growls, "stop calling her that."

he then turns to meet your glossy gaze, handing you your backpack and nodding his head toward the door silently.

"thank you, mingi," you tell him softly, your fingertips grazing as you grab your backpack.

seonghwa watches as you give him a small smile and there's a burning feeling he doesn't recognize course through his veins for a second.

because then your eyes are on him and you're begging yourself to not cry from the stress and humiliation of this disaster.

but he sees it and there's a pang in his heart watching you leave, shoulders slumped and head down as a hand goes to your face and he prays you're not wiping a tear from your eye.

his guarded eyes meet mingi's and the boy just blankly stares at him before seonghwa cranes his neck to look at his friends before going back to the tall boy's and he's unnerved that he's not speaking.

"are you gonna say something?" seonghwa asks, his tone attempting to stay neutral even though he needs to know what the hell happened now.

"ask your friend, he said plenty to her," mingi spits back, shooting a glare at yeosang one more time before going to the table to pick up his stuff and stomping out of the library.

seonghwa watches as he leaves out of the same exit you did and has to resist the urge to follow. to see if he's going to talk or console you in the way he for some reason wants to.

but instead, he turns around, daggers shooting into his friend's eyes as he stares down at him. yeosang's a little thrown off by the anger and is shocked by the venom in seonghwa's tone when he commands,

"tell me what happened. now."

(part 4)

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merakiaes · 5 years ago

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My Girl - John Shelby

Pairing: John Shelby x reader

Requested: By @johnshelbysbabygirll

Prompts: #36 from the angst-list.

Warnings/notes: Martha never existed in this, and John doesn’t have children. I hope this was what you were looking for and that you like it. Let me know what you think and thank you for requesting!<3

Wordcount: 2519

Summary: After a lot of back and forth with John, you confront him and give him an ultimatum.

You had known the Shelbys your entire life, practically growing up with them, and for as long as you had known them, you had been head over heels in love with John.

And he was in love with you, too. You thought. Sometimes.

It was confusing, ever since early in your teenage years, he had given you mixed vibes. One day, he would hold your hand, kiss your cheek and call you his girl, and another, he would brag to you about the other girls he spent the night with.

It was infuriating, and frankly, quite fucking hurtful.

But you were too scared of losing his friendship to speak up about it, and too stubborn, as well. You wanted him to come to the realization himself. You didn’t want him to finally straighten his act up and as you out because he felt pressured, you wanted him to do it out of his free will.

But things had only gotten worse since he came back from the war.

While he had been away, you had managed the business with Polly and Ada and also gotten yourself your first job as a teacher for Finn’s class; a job that you got to take home with you every afternoon as you were the one who got to help him with the homework you had been the one to give him in the first place.

You had grown up a lot during those four years, but you had missed John and his brothers every day.

And when they returned, it was if they had never left. Only it was worse.

John was still giving you mixed ideas, but it was more drastic in the way that he was flirting with and fucking everything with tits and a heartbeat, leaving you hanging every day.

But this time you weren’t the only one to be fed up by his behavior. Arthur and Tommy were too.

They were so tired of seeing the girl they saw as their own sister so miserable that they cornered him one morning when you had gone off to work, hit him upside the head and gave him a good piece of their mind.

“Don’t lead her on. Stop being a flirt and man up. If you like her, tell her. If you just want to be friends, then don’t give her the impression that she has a chance with you, you fookin’ dickhead.”

Those were Arthur’s exact words, and they had really gotten the rusty old gears in John’s head spinning.

That very same day, you came out of school with Finn’s hand in yours and ready to go home only to be faced with John leaning against the brick wall with a toothpick hanging from his lips, waiting for you so that he could ask you out for dinner the next night.

You actually thought things were taking a turn for the better, but that night was this night, and he was a no show.

You guessed old habits just died hard.

But still, you were furious, and this time around you had no intentions whatsoever of burying that fury.

Every single person you walked past on your way to the Garrison stepped to the side at the sight of the fire in your eyes, knowing very well they would end up with a foot in the face if they got in your way.

You reached your destination in no time and wasted no time in ripping the door open, and the familiar, loud laugh instantly reached your ears, allowing you to locate your target within the first two seconds inside.

And once you did, you strode straight across the room and punched him right in the face, causing him to stumble back into the wall he had been leaning against, his hand flying up to his nose as the blood started flowing.

His eyes found yours, wide and bewildered in shock, but you couldn’t care less, just poking a finger into his chest.

“I can’t fucking believe you, John Shelby!” You yelled at him, and before you go the chance to land another blow on him, Arthur had stood up and took you under his arm.

“Easy, love.” He murmured, pulling you back a few steps. “You want to tell me what’s going on?”

Your eyes never left John’s as you answered. “Why don’t you ask your brother, eh?”

Finally breaking free from the shock, John pushed himself off the wall and took a step forward, lifting his hand from his nose slightly so he could speak.

“I was on my way, I promise, I just lost track of time!” He excused himself, and instantly earned a scoff in return. But before you got the chance to respond, Arthur beat you to it.

“You were taking ‘er out tonight?” He required, obviously annoyed. “What the fook are you doing here then?”

John opened his mouth to speak, blood now running down his lips, but you cut him off, shrugging Arthur’s arm away from your shoulders. “He’s being his usual asshole-self, is what he’s doing. And I’m fucking done with it.”

You glared, and took a step back as John took another forward.

“I’m sorry, alright?” He begged. “I forgot, I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal of it.”

Oh, he just kept on going, didn’t he?

“Are you really that big of an idiot?!” You yelled before you could help yourself. “Why do you think I accepted your invite in the first place? Because I had nothing better to do? Because it’s starting to seem like that’s the only reason you asked me at all!”

“Alright, alright. I get why you’re angry. Just, calm down.”

“No! I won’t calm down.” You took a step forward and shoved on his chest, once again making him stumble into the wall behind him. He tried to swat your hands away as you poked his chest, but to no use.

“I accepted-” You seethed through your teeth. “Because I fucking love you and I’ve been waiting for you to make a move for ten bloody years. You reel me in and give me the idea that my feelings are reciprocated, and then you go and do shit like this.”

You roughly poked your finger into his chest once again, but his hands stopped trying to stop you when the words left your lips, stilling where he stood and watching you with wide eyes.

“What?”

“Yeah, surprise!” You threw your arms out in exasperation. “I have feelings for you and you just hurt them. I would really appreciate it if you left me be for the foreseeable future. I never thought I’d hear myself say it, but I need some time away from you.”

“No, come on, (Y/N). Hold on.” John reached out for you.

But you were already pushing your way through the crowd that had gathered around you, heading back the way you’d come from and disappearing from his sight.

The pub was quiet for a good moment after you had left, no one really knowing what to do after everything that had gone down.

“Alright.” Tommy spoke up for the first time from where he was still sitting in his seat, just minding his own business with a cigarette hanging from his fingers. “Show’s over, go back to drinking.”

He waved his hand in the air, looking nothing short of bored, and everyone instantly did as instructed, going back to their previous business.

Arthur let out a tired sigh, slicking his hair back after a few strands had fallen down his forehead, and sitting back down. “You done fucked up now, little brother.” He grumbled, picking his glass of whiskey up and throwing back the remaining liquid.

John, still holding his nose, glared at his family gathered around the table. “Did you know? Did you know she felt like that?”

Arthur glared back. “Of course we fookin’ knew.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me?” John snapped, earning himself a humorless snort.

“Because we didn’t think we had to.” Arthur said, stating the obvious. “Why the hell do you think we gave you an earful yesterday, eh?”

John fell quiet at that, and Polly suddenly stood up, slapping her nephew’s arm roughly and if glares would’ve been able to kill, he would have fallen dead to the floor that exact moment.

“Well, don’t just stand there!” She scolded him, pointing at the door. “Go after her before she gets on the next train out of here.”

The mere thought of it had John running through the pub and out the door.

One of the perks with having relatively long legs was that you were able to get pretty far in a short amount of time.

Just under the one minute you had been walking, you were almost back at your house. You had to squeeze your jaw shut in order to keep yourself from yelling out in frustration, and your arms were swinging angrily by your sides.

When first storming out of the Garrison, you had hoped John would come after you and proclaim his undying love for you, but you knew that wasn’t very likely.

The thought was pretty much gone now, and you were about ready to give up all together on the man that was John Shelby, when the sound of running footsteps could suddenly be heard approaching from behind you.

“(Y/N)!” John’s voice came then, winded and slightly muffled, without a doubt because he was still holding his nose.

You almost felt bad for a moment, but then you remembered why you had punched him, and quickened your pace to get away from him.

But you quickened your pace too late, John already having caught up to you, grabbing your arm to get you to stop.

Tearing your arm out of his grasp, you took a right turn despite not having anything to do down that way.

“Hey, hey, stop.” He tried again, and this time you whipped your head around to look at him, finding that he was, in fact, not holding his nose, but now had tissue sticking out of his nose.

“What do you want, John?” You asked, ripping your arm out of his grasp again, but turning around so that you were fully facing him.

He took a step closer to you and raised his hands to your cheeks. “You can’t leave me. You’re my girl.”

Your glare never wavered, but this time you didn’t bother pulling away from him, unfortunately melting right into his touch.

“I thought I was. For a moment.” You agreed, crossing your arms. “But I’m not. Am I?”

“Yeah, you are.” He disagreed. “And you know why? Because you’re the only one who’s stuck by my side all this time, even when I’ve acted like a complete tool. Don’t cry, please.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, looking to the side. “What? I’m not crying.”

“You are.” He frowned lightly, using his thumbs to wipe away the tears on your cheeks.

Well, that’s fucking embarrassing. You hadn’t even noticed you had been crying, which meant you probably had been all the time in the pub, too. In front of all of those people.

Feeling your ears growing hot, you sniffled, changing the subject back to the previous conversation, confirming his statement. “You are a tool.”

He abandoned the subject of your crying and nodded, the furrow between his eyebrows deepening. “I am.” He agreed. “And you’re my girl.”

You looked back up at him, swallowing, still not very impressed with his lame excuse of an apology. If that’s what you could call it.

“Am I?” You asked flatly, instantly getting a nod in return.

“Yeah.” He said. “Do you need me to prove it?”

You grumbled under your breath, adverting your glare to the side again. “That would be nice.”

“Alright, I’ll prove it.” He answered, and you braced yourself for an upcoming apology, but rather than that, what you got instead was his lips pressing against yours.

Your eyes widened at the sudden action, and for a moment you actually went to respond to his advances. But you caught yourself, giving his chest a gentle push, causing the kiss to break.

You breathed heavily, giving him an intense and disapproving stare. “That’s not what I meant.”

If he thought you would be as easily wooed like the other girls he’d had relations with since coming back from France, he was dead wrong. But he seemed genuinely confused as he looked back down at you, eyes desperate.

“What did you mean, then?”

God, how had you ever allowed yourself to fall for such a daft man?

“I want you to commit.” You answered after a moment of silence. “I want you to stop treating me like a fucking doormat that you can just walk right over when you please. I want you to care.”

His eyebrows furrowed again, and his hands slowly found your waist, squeezing down on your flesh and slowly pulling you closer. “I do care.”

“Then prove that you do.” You begged him, uncrossing your arms and letting them fall limp to your sides in defeat.

He nodded, taking yet another step closer to you. “I can do that.” He promised, the two of you now standing chest to chest.

You looked up at him with a hesitant glance, your voice coming out as a mere whisper. “Yeah?”

Another nod. “Yeah.” He whispered back, his voice even quieter than yours had been.

You stared into his eyes for a moment, debating whether or not you should believe him. He had led you on and left you hanging so many times, let you down. John Shelby was a lot of good things, and also a lot of bad thing, but you knew one thing for certain.

And that was that he wasn’t a liar. And you saw nothing but sincerity behind his sad, blue eyes when he looked down at you, pleading you to stay with him.

You looked to the side briefly, letting out a sigh, before turning back to look at him again. “Alright.” You finally gave in, your face softening, and his entire body relaxed the second the word left your lips.

“Will you give me another chance?”

You could only snort at that, adverting your eyes to his chest where you brought your hands out to straighten out his suit.

Raising an eyebrow, you looked back up at him through your lashes. “Do I even have a choice?”

“No.” His face pulled into the grin you loved so much.

“Like I said-” He brought a hand up to your face, brushing a single strand of hair out of your eyes before bringing his hands back to your waist. “You’re my girl, and I’m not letting you go.”

He brought his face closer to yours and suddenly tugged you closer by the small of your back, causing a surprised squeal to escape your lips.

But you didn’t get much time to react, because then he kissed you again, holding you close to his chest.

And this time you let him.

#Peaky Blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder headcanon #john shelby #john shelby imagine #john shelby x reader #Tommy Shelby #thomas shelby #finn shelby #arthur shelby #ada shelby #ada thorne #michael gray #polly gray

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smokahuntis · 5 years ago

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Tempestas

Word count: I don’t know, medium length?

Warnings: Angst, Mentions is blood, Reader injury, violence. Little fluff, if you really look for it. Mentions of death

Summery: (Y/N)/ Tempestas, is an ex Mandolorian who crashes while doing a delivery, everyone thought she was dead. Until 6 years later they get a mysterious message.

Key words

Alibine- Readers ship

Wraith- readers race

Tempestas- Latin word for storm and code name for the reader

Authors note: I made us a species for this world, also I wrote this at 4 am, and it’s my first story in here. I hope you like It!

Chapter 2: Tonitrua

Chapter 3: Fulgur

Delicate fingers started flipping on the switches to the Alibine, as (Y/N) entered the vicinity of Nevvaro city. Her communications lit up as the helmet of the Mandolorian Armorer showed in blue on her dash.

“I’m near Nevvaro, I should touch down soon,” the cold blooded girl said as she kept flipping a yellow switch that wouldn’t turn off.

“How many did you get?” The Armorer asked watching the girl from the small projection.

“36,” the ex-Mandalorian said, still playing with the switch as she referenced the Beskar she got for the creed.

“Is something wrong?” The horned helmeted woman asked.

“This Damn passenger light won’t turn off, and I don’t have any passengers!” (Y/N) said looking back at the projection, but before her uncovered eyes reached it she saw the reflection of the man behind her in her windshield. “Shit!” She said pressing auto pilot mode as she grabbed her gun.

The small girl turned around in her seat and kicked the man in the chest before he could react, sending him back and against the cold metal of the cockpit. He grabbed his gun and shot grazing the girls arm and hitting the control panel, causing the ship to shake.

The Mandolorian stepped into the dimly lit room the Armorer kept, his eyes scanned the room threw his shining beskar helmet before he caught her in the corner making Whistling Birds. “I got your message. “ he said ima monotone voice, the modulator of the Helmet not helping.

“Do you know what today is Din?” The Armorer said not turning away from her work.

“Taungsday?” He said, the slight sarcasm in his voice toned out by his helmet. The Armorer glanced at him.

“Exactly 6 years ago yesterday, don’t you remember.” the Armorer said finally turning to him.

(Y/N) gripped the mans head, her knee meeting his skull as he tumbled to the cold silver floor of her white ship. The ship only continued to shake, as she made her way over to the control panel, believing she had enough time before the man stood. She flipped switches and turned knobs, just as the ship began to stabilize, the tall man used her large gun to strangle her. She grasped at the weapon to get it away from her throat. Her eyes quickly scanned the room in-front of her before her eyes landed on her old helmet, grabbing it she hit the man on the head with it making him drop the rifle and stumble back. She quickly turned kicking him in the head busting it on the wall, knocking him out into the floor, his blood painting the wall in a smear.

“She wasn’t a Mandolorian when it happened, why do you care?” The Mandolorian said as he sat at on the small bench, the armorer setting across from him.

“She May have not be a Mandolorian when it happened, but she still helped us.” the Golden helmeted lady said looking at him.

“Helped us?” He turned his head slightly in confusion. “ how?”

“There is a lot you do not know, din.”

“Then tell me, why was she not a Mandolorian if she helped us.”

(Y/N) moves to stabilize the ship, giving a quick glance to her old helmet, her mind flooding with memories of how she lost it. She had gotten captured by a group of Twi’leks who had a bounty on her. The purple one removed her helmet while she was knocked out, but it didn’t change that (Y/N), the cold blooded woman known as ‘Tempestas’ was Mandolorian at heart. She honored the way and never put it back on, but she would deliver them Beskar when she could. For the former foundling never forgot the people who saved her life.

Just as the ship began to fly fine, she went flying across the cockpit from an impact on the outside. As everything faded she pressed the call on the Nevvaro Base.

The armorers contact link lit up again ‘[Tempestas]’ she answered instantly. Masking the worry that cascaded her voice. “Tempestas , is everything alright?”

“I’m off course, something is attacking the ship I-!” The small girl was cut off by the ship being blasted from the sky.

“She honored the code, but she did not change her actions, she took jobs regularly, used her real name, and gave us any Beskar she collected on the journey.” The armorer said laying Whistling Birds in-front of him.

“What did she get in return?”

“The only thing she ever asked for.”

The fire was bright, and the ash planes coated the scraps of the ship that layer around. Her vision was blurred and all she could see was the bright fire that contrasted to the ash. Turning her head she could see the man from earlier, near him was the large glass box of Beskar.

She lifted her hand to send a message with her wrist communicator. Tapping in the code for the Mandolorians was all she cared about at the time, she didn’t notice the three men walking her way until after.

“Shit...” she looked up at them, trying to move she found she couldn’t. Her legs trapped under parts of the white metal of the Alibine. So she did what she could, cocking back her wrist she let the Whistling birds go.

Zipping threw the air taking out the three men, or so it seemed. One lasted, and that one grabbed her, dragging her to a darker ship. She only blacked out in response.

“When they arrived, she was no where to be seen, the only parts of her we could find was blue, and ice cold.” The armorer said, neatly laying out Whistling bird by whistling bird.

“Her blood.” Mando commented, looking down. He had heard the story before, he was away on Hoth at the time or he could have saved her, he blamed himself over and over again for what happened. “She was destroyed in the crash, you’ve told me...”

“Thats what you don’t know, mando.” She looked up at him once again. “She was your foundling sister, so we didn’t want to tell you about what we really found. Or what we thought we found.”

Six, six Mandolorians arrived at the scene. Instantly taking in chaos that was now the Alibine. A beautiful ship, and it’s beautiful captain ripped to shreds in a crash.

“Find her, and the Beskar. We don’t leave here with out them!” A larger Mandolorian yelled causing the others to nod. Even though (Y/N) was no longer a Mandolorian, she was family. One of the best Bounty hunters the Mandolorians ever saw, not only did she hunt but she also did stealth missions for people, had a whole suit for it.

The Mandolorians kept looking until one smaller, much younger Mandolorian came across a deep blue luster of liquid. “ I got something.” He said causing the oldest to come over.

“ I think we’re gonna have to call it.” He said looking down at the liquid that seeped into the ash as it dropped from the debris of the ship.

“ what is it?” The younger one asked.

“It’s her blood.”

“ why is it blue?” He asked looking back down at the beautiful royal liquid.

“ she’s part Wraith.”

“So what is it you’re not telling me?” Din said watching the woman. The armorer stood walking across the small room.

“ she never found any pieces of her body, not one... we bared her necklace...” the woman said grabbing a small round object.

“ Why are you telling me all this now?” He said standing up looking at her, there was a small peak of anger in his voice.

Din grew up with the warrior in question, they knew each other before becoming Mandalorians, they knew each other while becoming Mandolorians. And because of this she was the only person aloud to see his face and vise versa. Every three months they would meet on Sorgan, just to bask in the attention of another human. To be able to joke, and smile with another human, without the helmet.

For him, it was the contact he wanted, the friendship he missed. The soft touches and teasing pushing, it’s what he’s craved for 6 years now, without her he was starved.

For her, with was being comfortable in her own skin with someone, being able to pretend everything’s ok. Because she knew even if she did take her helmet off, she could never take her armor, in fear of the looks she would get. She had scars, and markings. What stuck out the most was her veins, black, pitch black, spreading from her heart down her arms, slowly up her neck. She couldn’t help it, the more she used her powers the more it spread. But with Din, she felt comfortable to be herself.

“Two days ago I received a message from a ‘ OV-813’, and I think you should hear it.” She said playing the audio.

The soft voice of (Y/N) now scratchy, more mature, was brought to life from the small box.

“I-If anyone can hear this, I-it’s “ the audio began to cut out, but not before they caught the code name. “Tempestas.” The audio became scratchy but in the back grown he could hear a guard, someone yelling. Before the final words spoken were

“ send help.”

#the mandolorian x reader #din djarin x reader #star wars x reader #the mandolarian #baby yoda #angst #din djaren #armorer #tempestus #mandolorians #bounty hunter #author #short story #imagine #oneshots

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richieisabastardman · 5 years ago

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Hold Me Now - Part 4 - Richie Tozier x Reader

Summary: You had forgotten about everything that happened in Derry until Mike called you up. Now, sitting in the restaurant surrounded by your friends, you remembered everything. More importantly, you remember Richie. (Fluff/Angst)

Warnings: Nothing really.

Word count: 3181

Notes: Thank you again for all of the lovely messages and comments! I love hearing what you guys think of the fic so far <3

Here are the links to previous parts: part one, part two, part three >>> part five

“Where the huh-huh-hell is he?” Bill remarked, running a hand through his hair. He paced around the bar room, a slight glisten materialising upon his brow.

You stood within the same room beside Eddie, with Beverly and Ben sitting down on lounges not far from the two of you.

“Maybe he lost track of time. Maybe he got distracted…” Eddie trailed off, looking towards you. His face did not reveal his insinuation to any of the other members of the gang, but you knew what he was implying. You looked at him with a stern expression, a silent cue for him to shut the fuck up before I kick your ass Kaspbrack. He took the hint, quickly shifting his gaze from you to the clock which sat upon the wall just in front of the two of you. It was now ten past ten, almost fifteen minutes since you had made your way down to the others and at least twenty since Bill had called you down. What the hell was he-

“Sorry, sorry. I’m here” Richie announced, making his way down the stairs. He was still zipping up the fly of his jeans. His dishevelled appearance, including messy hair and a shirt that was half tucked in, made it seem as though he was just caught in the act. Well, that was almost true you supposed.

“Yeah well its not like we’re in a ru-ru-rush or any-thu-thu-thing” Bill remarked.

“Alright well I was taking a crap okay? You happy now? Let me just adjust my bowel movements to killer clown fighting times. Does nine A.M work for you, Bill?”

Beverly and Ben groaned at Richie’s crudeness. Eddie gave you a quick smirk and you nudged him with your shoulder, an action that you had used as a child to shut the boy up.

“Alright Rich, just sit down” Ben said and for once, Richie obeyed his order, sitting beside Beverly in a free chair. You and Eddie remained standing.

“Nuh-Now that everyone’s here” Bill said, taking a moment to give a stern look to Richie. Richie looked around before lifting his palms in a surrender and muttering come on man to himself. You felt bad for the man, considering it was partly your fault. “Mike wants us to muh-meet him. Suh-Says he has something he wants to show uh-us”.

“So I guess Beverly you could come with me…” Ben started, however the doubt seeping through his words made it sound more like a question. Beverly nodded her head and Ben suddenly perked up, smiling and almost forgetting he was in the middle of a statement. “Uh, Eddie can go with Bill and Y/N with Rich?”.

Richie opened his mouth but before he could say anything Eddie spoke. “Sounds good. We better get a move on; Mike has probably been waiting for ages” He said and looked towards Richie, almost mimicking Bill.

“Oh my god, just crucify me already for the sin of taking my morning dump. You know if I had remembered how anal you guys are about everything, I never would have come back here!” Richie yelled out towards the gang, who were already almost out of the front door of the motel. You stared at the man who was still sitting down within the bar chair, raising an eyebrow at his outburst. He finally looked towards you, before standing up and gesturing you to go before him; towards the front door. “We better go” he said, and you nodded your head, making your way towards the exit.

Richie had driven the two of you in silence for what felt like hours, but had probably only been about ten minutes. The only sound between the two of you was the radio, which had begun to play an old country song before Richie let out a sound of disgust and turned the radio off - the silence between the two of you even more deafening now. You had considered, multiple times, beginning a conversation about what had happened this morning. However, every time you had meant to start talking, a thick lump formed in your throat and you choked on your words, never releasing a sound.

“I’m sorry about this morning” Richie said suddenly, his eyes still on the road. “I was all… worked up and then I saw Eddie standing there and I freaked out. I didn’t mean to just leave you there-“

“It’s fine” you said and allowed the silence to once again fill the vehicle in which you sat. Richie allowed it for a moment also before shaking his head.

“It’s not fine though. I mean, you’re upset. And like, rightfully so. I just-“ he began before you interrupted him.

“It’s just this hot and cold shit, Richie. This is just like what it was between us as kids. One minute, your asking me to come live with you and the next you’re running away. One minute you’re all over me, the next you wont even let me touch you. This is just like-“ you started and stopped yourself.

Richie’s gaze finally moved from the road to your face, a stern expression (which Richie rarely wore) sat upon his own. “Like what?” he asked quietly. A harsh quiet. “Like what?”.

“Like the night before I left for New York. I mean… I wanted you to tell me not to go”

“Did I not!? Did I not repeatedly tell you to not go!?” he almost yelled, his grip tightening significantly on the car’s steering wheel.

“I don’t mean like that I mean… you know… ‘More Than Words’” you said.

“Do not quote shitty nineties songs at me right now” he said, his grip on the steering wheel was still tight, however his voice was calmer now and his gaze remained on the road. “Do you know how much I regret not telling you how I felt that night? It was all I could think about. Twenty years of fucking replaying that shit in my head”.

“Richie” you said softly, barely realising his name had left your mouth. His confession revealed to you a rare vulnerability that you knew he tried not to show often. The amount of times he had deflected serious talks with jokes and jabs was countless. However, every time he told you how he really felt, your heart melted.

You placed your hand on his thigh, the rough material of his jeans beneath your fingers. His body tensed to your touch and you cursed yourself for the way you had spoken to him before. He was scared. You were both scared. You had barely thought of the man until a day ago when all your feelings for him had struck you in the chest- almost quite literally - as the resurfacing of your memories had caused such a feeling inside you. It had caused a sick feeling within you, yes, which had resulted in you throwing up on a main road out of a taxi. However, it had also caused a squeezing in your chest, a longing that had not quite dispersed out of your body until your eyes had fixed onto Richie in that Chinese restaurant yesterday.

“Why are we fighting like we’re teenagers again” you asked softly, not necessarily to Richie. He answered you anyway.

“Its this fucking town, Y/N. You step into it and suddenly you’re sixteen again and getting random boners all the time or whatever” Richie stated.

You turned your head slowly towards him and opened your mouth to respond before shutting it again. “I think that’s a you problem, Richie. I don’t blame Derry for that” you finally replied.

Richie hummed for a moment, in thought perhaps, and you smiled - staring out of the windows at the passing trees which had become more numerous. Wherever Mike was taking you was away from the main town strip. Despite this, you felt a bubble of excitement within you at whatever was waiting there. You weren’t particularly sure why.

“I think its Pennywise’s fault” you said suddenly, and Richie looked from the road to you, his eyebrow slightly raised.

“You think Pennywise is causing my random boners?” Richie asked and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head at his response.

“No the feeling of like… becoming a teenager again. We left here and essentially forgot about this place right? So maybe… I don’t know… now these memories are coming back and making us remember who we were then” you tried to explain, your hands moving around violently to emphasise your poorly worded points. Richie watched you, his eyes off the road, and he smiled. You turned to meet his gaze once you had noticed it and smiled sheepishly, shifting your gaze away in embarrassment.

“What?” you asked, shifting slightly in your seat.

“Nothing” he said quickly, his eyes moving to the road but a smile still upon his lips. “I mean, yeah uh, yeah you’re probably right. That fucking clown is probably the cause of most of the shit that goes down in this town”.

You nod your head, agreeing with Richie’s reply to your theory. Richie’s GPS indicated that you had arrived at the location Mike told you to meet. You watched Richie’s face as it changed, his jaw tightening as he pulled the car over to the side of the road, parking it. The sound of the engine turning off reached your ears only seconds later, however both you and Richie remained in the car. Richie continued to stare out of the front window, eyebrows furrowed in a harsh stare.

“We should probably get going… Mike will be waiting for us-“ you started but were interrupted by Richie’s exasperated voice.

“What if I don’t want to remember?” he said, his eyes shut tight as he shook his head. You sat within the silence following his statement, waiting for him to continue. “I mean Mike said he’s taking us out here, to the fucking middle of the woods, to help us remember stuff, right? What if I don’t wanna remember. What if I’ve already remembered enough stuff to realise I don’t wanna remember any more”.

Richie finally opened his eyes, turning his head and allowing you to gaze at him. His eyes were pleading a silent plea that you had seen before, but you couldn’t remember where or when.

His eyes said that he wanted you to tell him it was alright for the both of you to leave. He wanted you to tell him that he wasn’t a coward, he was a genius and this wasn’t his responsibility at all. He wanted you to say “You know what Rich? You’re right! Start this car right now and take me back to your house. Fuck Derry! Oh, by the way, I broke up with my Fiancé last night, so we can go and get eloped right now in Vegas if you’d like? But before we do that, why don’t we stop off at a hotel, preferably one outside of Derry, and finally screw each other!”. He wanted you to realise that both of you surviving past the next week wasn’t just an option, it was something he needed. He needed it because he hadn’t begun fearing death again (not since he was eighteen) until he had met your gaze in that restaurant yesterday. He wanted you both out of here. Out of Derry. Out of reach of It.

He also wanted you to do none of those things, because you knew it wasn’t what he really wanted. He knew it wasn’t what you wanted either. You couldn’t abandon your friends; he knew you would never do that. He didn’t want to do it either. The thought of anything happening to Eddie…or Bill or Mike or Bev or Ben scared him to death. And he knew that you knew that.

As you stared back at Richie, and into those eyes screaming his silent pleas, you remembered where you had seen those eyes before.

“New York is shit anyway; I don’t know why you even wanna go there” Richie said. Despite being the young age of eighteen, his tone resembled that of an old businessman who had travelled often for work. The kind of man who preferred a vacation in Florida. The kind of man whose talents were sales, golf and tax evasion.

The two of you were laying in your childhood bed. You had your head resting gently upon his chest, as he held you tightly around the shoulder with one of his arms. His other hand lay behind his head as he stared up at your white ceiling. Your bedroom door was shut, which your parents had only started allowing since you had turned eighteen. Your father still didn’t agree with it. Despite this, there was always the chance one of your parents could burst into the room unannounced, so both you kept vigilant. The cuddling was innocent, of course, but they would not see it that way.

“What? Do you prefer LA or something?” You asked, almost rhetorically.

“Yeah I think I might” he said looking down towards you, laying upon his chest. You looked up at him, his hand behind his head and yours on his chest and around his waist, and you smiled.

“Since when have you been a West Coast guy?” you asked.

“Since forever! There’s still a lot you don’t know about me, doll” he said, his voice mirroring that of Elvis Presley as he spoke the pet name. You groaned and rolled your eyes but smiled at the boy. You had always loved his stupid voices. His smile turned downwards ever so slightly and you frowned. “That’s why you shouldn’t leave”.

“Don’t ruin the mood again Richie” you replied, sighing.

“You’ll leave and become this big successful director and you’ll forget about me. But I won’t forget about you. And one day you’ll see me on the street in New York as you’re walking into your building and I’ll call your name and you’ll say ‘sorry I’m in a rush, no autographs’! Or worse, you’ll chuck some change at me!” he ranted and you shushed him, worried your parents would burst through your bedroom door and kick Richie out for trying to seduce you or something.

“I’m not going to forget you, okay Trashmouth? How could I forget someone as annoying as you?” you teased and he frowned, grabbing your cheek between his finger and thumb and squeezing it lightly with the hand that was once behind his head.

“I’m gonna miss your squishy cheeks” he said softly. You almost melted at the out of character sweetness of his actions. “All four of them” he finished.

And there it was.

You swatted his hand away as he laughed at his own joke. He continued to reach for your cheeks, and you continued to fight his hands away, trying to grab at his wrists. Frustrated by his persistence, you lifted yourself up to sit above him, straddling his lap between your thighs and pinning his wrists with your hands beside his head. You stared down at him, smiling triumphantly at your victory. Your smile began to drop as you noticed the serious expression he wore upon his face. His breathing was heavy and his cheeks were dusted with a faint pink you had rarely seen before. You both stared at each other, the only movement between the two of you being the rapid blinking of both of your eyelids. Finally, you released your grip on Richie’s wrists, beginning to sit up before he followed you, placing his hands behind your head and pulling you back down into his lips. He kissed you deeply, tilting his head and moaning at the feeling of your lips upon his. Finally. You kissed him back just as deeply, your hands going straight to his hair and losing yourself within it, tugging and pulling.

You both pulled back when you no longer had enough air and once again stared at each other. His eyes, they called out to you with a plea. You know what he wanted to say.

‘Stay. Don’t leave. I want you to stay with me here, please.’

And you would. If he said it, you would do it. You just needed him to say it.

“Y/N I…” he started.

Suddenly, your bedroom door flew open.

“Tell me what you wanted to tell me before I left for New York” you said and Richie began blinking nervously, shaking his head slightly.

“What? Why?” he asked.

“Because I need to hear you say it” you replied and he sighed, running his hand down his face.

“Uh, okay well… what I was planning to say was that I love you. I don’t know if an eighteen-year-old can really know what love is but to be fair I’m much older now and still don’t know. But I know that when I’m around you, I feel like I could do anything. Like, I feel as though I could do a stadium comedy tour with my own material if I knew you were waiting for me backstage. And I want to go do stupid shit with you like… go shopping at Ikea for a bookshelf or something. Stuff that middle-aged people do. I want to go to Amsterdam with you and get high and walk around the streets holding onto each other and thinking we’ve had a stroke because everyone around us is speaking weird English which is actually just Dutch” he continued to speak, a smile across his face until he looked at you, a stern expression growing upon his face slowly. “And I want to kill this stupid clown and I want us to do it together so that when all this shit is over, we can move on with our lives. Together”.

You stared at the man in disbelief. That wave of memories that had hit you so strongly at the restaurant yesterday, the wave that had literally swept you off your feet, was all Richie. It was as though being within his proximity flipped a switch within your brain, causing all these memories and emotions to flow freely. You had been consumed by the thought of his love when you were a child, you had been consumed by it yesterday and today, once again, it had almost swallowed you up whole. You continued to stare at him, mouth slightly agape.

“Please say something” Richie said, tapping his knee with his hand nervously.

You reached over to Richie and his nervousness seemed to fade. He moved his head towards you also, meeting you halfway in a soft kiss. Your hand rested upon his jaw and his upon yours. He cradled your head as you kissed, the softness of his lips leaving tingles throughout your body. You moved away from his lips ever so slightly, your noses still touching and your thumb still rubbing the stubble on his cheek lovingly.

“Once we’re done with Mike’s thing here, I’m calling my Fiancé, okay?” you said and Richie smiled widely, rubbing his nose gently on yours.

“Okay” he replied.

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