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zepskies · 7 months

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The Miracle Man

Pairing: Boaz Priestly x F. Reader

Summary: The first time you met Priestly was both the worst and best night of your life. He gave you a Miracle.

AN: Here’s the prequel to Code Red! (But this can also be read as stand alone.) I hope you enjoy. And just a note, remember this was circa 2007, still the era of flip phones and iPods, despite the advent of the iPhone.

Word Count: 3,500

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only for mature talk. A kind of meet cute, insecurities, angst, breakups, hurt/comfort, sandwiches, fluff and feels.

He was a lone ranger in the Wild West. His weapon of choice?

A dirty mop.

Priestly bopped his head to the music playing from his earbuds. His iPod was tucked in his right jean pocket while he speared the mop across the floor of the sandwich shop. It was three minutes to closing time on a Saturday night, and it was his turn to clean up and lock up.

He was looking forward to getting home, taking a shower, and diving face-first into his bed. But first, he just needed to kill three minutes.

Come on, come on, come oooon, he sang in his mind as the hands on his watch ticked on. While glancing down at said watch, he remembered it had been a gift from Tish for his birthday…

Three months ago. When they were still together.

Priestly heaved a sigh. What were you supposed to do with gifts from your ex that you actually liked? The gifts that made it into your everyday life, not just because they were from the person you thought you loved, but because it was actually hella practical and a nice accessory to keep on your person?

It’s just a damn watch. Don’t make it a big deal, he reminded himself. What was he supposed to do, have a ritual burning of everything Tish had ever touched?

That would take all damn night. And he definitely drew a line at his dick.

“Hello?”

The front door of the shop opened, the little bell Trucker installed chiming with too much cheer and startling Priestly out of his thoughts.

“We’re closed,” he said. But that was before he looked up, and had to pause in his mopping.

You were standing there, holding yourself in the open doorway with the cold breeze hitting your back. You were wearing a red cocktail dress and the highest black heels he’d ever seen, with your styled hair falling around your shoulders.

You were entirely too beautiful to be in this old sandwich shop, he thought. It had Priestly swallowing, frozen in time.

“Really? The sign says 10,” you pointed out. There was a level of desperation in your eyes. “Please, you’re the only place with the lights still on and I’ve been all up and down the block.”

Blinking out of his idiotic state, Priestly looked down at his watch again. It was exactly 9:59 p.m.

Well, damn. Got me on a technicality.

He held in a sigh.

“Okay, come on in,” he waved you over. Setting down his mop, he rounded the counter and went to man the register. He gave you a minute to peruse the menu. He noted that aside from your stunning attire, you had a cell phone in your hand that clearly couldn’t fit in that little purse hanging off your shoulder, bumping along your hip.

He couldn’t help but visually trace the curves of your hips and waist, back up to the sweetheart neckline of the dress, the deeper shade of your lipstick and up to your face.

But then he felt bad for staring, so he looked up heavenward before you caught him.

Meanwhile, your eyes drifted from the menu and dipped to his chest for a moment.

“Too bad I’m not gay,” you said.

What? Priestly frowned in confusion. But following your gaze, he realized you were staring at his yellow shirt, which read in big, 70s-style letters: Be Gay & Proud, Get a Free Drink.

His lips twitched at a grin, and he looked up at you. “D’you know what you want?”

You had a smile starting to play on your lips as well. You went back to considering your choices.

“Not sure, but I’m starving. What do you recommend?” you asked.

Priestly’s lips puckered as he considered the menu he knew by heart.

“Well, if you wanna go classic, I’d do a Spicy Italian on white bread. If you wanna be adventurous, we just added the Jalapeño Buffalo Chicken Club," he said. "But, if you wanna get crazy awesome, I can put on some Zeppelin and make you something special of my own design.”

He colored that last option with a gesture of his hand, a flourish, if you will. You tilted your head at him and smiled.

“Okay. Surprise me, Sandwich Man.”

Priestly snorted while he washed his hands again. “Sounds like the lamest superhero ever.”

“With his death-defying salami summoning powers,” you quipped, with a giggle that had him smiling as well.

“Nice alliteration,” he said. And he made a show of tying his apron back on. “Don’t worry, ma’am. Your late-night hoagie is safe with me.”

You tried to stifle another laugh while he worked his magic. From bread to meats and cheeses and toppings, Priestly was a master of his craft. He had that 12” hero wrapped and sliding across the counter towards you in record time.

“I call this the ‘Miracle,’” he winked. “You’ll see why. But that’ll be $10 even.”

You nodded and turned to the purse on your hip. You opened up the little velvety thing, but your face fell when all you found was your keys, not your credit card.

“No.” Your heart dropped into your stomach. You opened your purse wider and flipped through the satin insides, but you saw that it was empty. “You’ve gotta be shitting me. I know I had my wallet in here…”

And then it dawned on you.

“That fucking asshole,” you growled.

Priestly’s eyes widened. “Uh…”

Your head snapped up to his. “I had a different purse picked out for tonight. You know, one that actually had my wallet in it? But my know-it-all boyfriend had the nerve to say, ‘That one’s too shiny, looks kinda cheap. This is a restaurant at the Ritz-Carlton, not a hooker hangout.’ Can you believe that?”

Priestly blinked in confusion, but he realized that in your purse shuffling, you had no way to pay for this amazing sandwich he’d just concocted.

And now, you actually had the beginnings of frustrated tears in your eyes as you took in a shuddering breath.

“I’m so sorry,” you said. “I can’t—I can’t pay for this. I don’t have my wallet… Hold on, let me see if he’ll…”

You held up a finger and started dialing manically on your phone. You held it up to your ear and waited. Your tears sprang forth anew when the line just kept ringing until it sent you to voicemail.

“Figures,” you scoffed. “The one time I actually need this douchebag to answer, he ignores me!”

You slammed the phone down on the counter and covered your face with your hand as you sniffled. Priestly softened with sympathy. You seemed to be having a harder night than he thought.

He slid the sandwich your way, making you raise your head.

“It’s okay. This one’s on the house,” he said. “Looks like you could use a pick-me-up.”

Your watery eyes met his. “Really? You don’t have to…”

“No worries,” he replied, giving you a bit of charm in his grin. “I’ll even throw in a soda. Lady’s choice.”

Your lower lip trembled, but you were able to smile. With a quiet thank you, you wiped under your eyes carefully so your mascara wouldn’t run. Then you grabbed a Coke from the machine along with your sandwich from the counter.

“Do you mind if I eat here?” you asked, gesturing at one of the tables. “I promise I won’t leave a mess. I know you’re trying to close up.”

Priestly waved a dismissive hand. “Sure. Don’t worry about it.”

He went around the counter to take up his mop and continue where he left off in the cleaning process. But he couldn’t help but eye you every now and then. Curiosity was starting to eat him alive.

Had your boyfriend just dumped you here? Had you gone off alone? Somehow, he couldn’t see the first option happening. If you were his girlfriend, he would do his best not to let you walk away angry at him, let alone this late at night, without any money or even your ID.

“Are you coming from a party or something?” he found himself asking. You looked up from your second bite of the sandwich. You’d looked to have been truly enjoying it, uttering a moan that’d caught his attention.

“No,” you chuckled humorlessly around a mouthful of bread. “I was supposed to meet his parents. His rich, very bougie, hyper-critical parents. Somehow it didn’t occur to me that he was just like them.”

Priestly paused and leaned on his mop. He was hesitant, not wanting to disturb you while you were eating, but he was too damn hooked.

“So…what happened?” he asked. You scoffed and took another massive bite of your sandwich.

“Okay, you want to hear this? Fine,” you began. “So, I’m a stress eater by nature. Let’s just start with that.”

“Who isn’t?” Priestly supplied. Pursing your lips, you raised a black olive at him in a thank you gesture.

“But when I tell you I spent three months depriving myself to fit into this dress. No carbs, cheese, chocolate, or happiness.”

He grimaced. “That’s no way to live.”

“Exactly!” you concurred. “But I did all that so my boyfriend would have nothing to say when I finally met his parents for this dinner—to celebrate him graduating from med school.”

Priestly found himself dimming inside. Not only were you spoken for, but you were with a future doctor, no less. The only title Priestly had to his name was Sandwich Man.

“It started with the purse thing when he picked me up. Then when we get there, he keeps telling me how stuffy his dad is and how judge-y and critical his mom can be and how I’m a reflection on him,” you mocked in an impression of his voice.

“Then I find myself second-guessing every word that might come out of my mouth, and I’m too nervous to even eat the $60 plate of Chilean sea bass in front of me, and not to mention, there’s a glass of wine in my hand. I don’t even like wine!”

By now, it was all Priestly could do to keep up with your verbal spitfire. You were also gesticulating wildly with your sandwich the more worked up you got.

“I mean, I’m saying things I don’t say, and suddenly I realize that I’ve wrapped myself up in so many knots for this man, I don’t even recognize myself,” you confessed. Your eyes lit up with a gleam of clarity. Your hands lowered down to the table, and after a beat, you continued eating.

“But then my boyfriend of over a year turns to me and says, ‘Why are you being so weird and frigid?’” you said. You met Priestly’s eyes. “I just, I got so mad. I wanted to choke him out with my napkin, you know?”

He bit his lip to stifle a laugh.

“So instead of violence, I grabbed the glass of pinot noir, or chardon-perignon-whatever-the-fuck, and I poured it in his lap,” you concluded. “Then I walked out. And I ignored his calls. And I kept walking. Then a nice guy made me a sandwich.”

Priestly had to smile at that. He knew there was a Ritz-Carlton in the area, but that had to be almost a mile down the street. You’d walked a long way in those crazy-ass heels.

He propped his mop against a nearby table and sat down across from you. He shook his head in wonderment. And inside, your words kind of rattled him.

I’ve wrapped myself up in so many knots, I don’t even recognize myself.

“You know, sometimes I really, really wish I was gay,” you said, gesturing at his shirt.

“O-Oh…really?” he asked, raising his brows.

“Yeah, I do,” you answered. “I’m a quick study. I could learn to eat pussy.”

If he had been drinking something, he would’ve spat it out. He mentally fumbled for a moment before he could articulate a response.

“Well, I don’t doubt you, but it can be an acquired taste. Though I happen to like it,” he replied, grinning mostly to himself. He didn’t even think about how it might come out though.

As soon as he realized what he was saying to a perfect stranger, his eyes widened and met yours.

"Uh, sorry," he said.

But you just chortled in amusement. Your blush intensified though, along with your smile as you took a sip of your soda.

“You’re uh…you’re pretty awesome,” he said. And he meant that.

You blinked in surprise. Your lips twitched upwards, a blush rosy in your cheeks.

“Yeah?” you asked. His smile deepened.

“Yeah,” he replied. “And for the record, I know I just met you, but…I wouldn’t change a thing.”

Your face softened with a certain shyness, but you smiled at him through your lashes.

“Well, I appreciate that…” you trailed, realizing you didn’t yet know his name.

“Priestly,” he offered, along with his hand across the table. You slipped your smaller hand in his and gave him your name.

Though you quirked a brow at him. “Priestly? That’s your first name?”

Now it was his turn to get a little embarrassed.

“Uh, no,” he said, his gaze falling from yours. He scratched the back of his head, under the blue mohawk.

“Oh. What is it, then?” you asked.

“You don’t want to know,” he chuckled wryly.

“I think I do, or I wouldn’t be asking,” you countered. Your smile was playful though. Disarming, even.

“It’s um, it’s Boaz,” he admitted. You tilted your head, as if swirling the name around in your head. But you didn’t say it was weird, or stupid, or too biblical. You just smiled.

“Boaz Priestly. Interesting,” you nodded. Then you wrapped up your garbage, having eaten all of your sandwich. You made sure to collect every crumb, even though he’d told you not to worry about the mess. You got up to take it to the trashcan near the door.

“How’re you getting home?” he asked.

You bit your lip. The anxiety in your eyes told him you’d been pondering that same question. You let out a deep breath.

“I guess I’ll have to walk back to the hotel, try to get a ride from my b…my ex-boyfriend. Gotta get used to saying that,” you said. “I promise I’ll pay you back for the sandwich.”

“Didn’t I tell you it was on me? Don’t worry about that,” said Priestly. “But I’ll tell you what, let me give you a ride.”

You shook your head. “Oh, thank you, but we just met, and I—”

Just then, Priestly realized how his offer sounded. He didn’t want to creep you out.

“Ah, or I can get you a cab,” he said. “I doubt you want to see that guy again tonight, do you?”

You bit your lip, smudging some of the scarlet red lipstick there. It distracted him for a moment, but he returned his gaze to your eyes.

You sighed. As much as you didn’t want to impose again, you let Priestly call you a cab. He paid for it in advance after you gave the cabbie your address. Before you got in the car, you turned to Priestly and touched his arm.

“Thank you,” you said. “I promise, I’ll come tomorrow and pay you back.”

He smiled. “You can try.”

He earned your sweet smile back, and he watched you get into the cab. He tried not to raise his hopes up, but he really did hope he’d see you tomorrow.

And yet, he should’ve known it was too good to be true.

“Maybe she got caught up at work or something,” Jen tried to console him the next day at closing, after you didn’t show up.

“It’s Sunday,” he pointed out grumpily. He continued to wipe down Table 4 of some nasty residue of mayo and pickled radish.

“You don’t know what kind of job she has,” Piper interjected. She was making a tuna salad sub on wheat for the last customer, which she then passed on to Tish at the register. “Maybe she’s in retail, or she’s in the restaurant business too—or hey, a lifeguard! This is a beach town after all.”

“Or maybe, she just played you into getting free food and a ride home,” Tish suggested, with her usual brand of cutting sarcasm. It just tended to cut a bit deeper these days, whenever it was leveled at Priestly.

The post-breakup thing had been tense and awkward for everyone, and it still hadn’t normalized just yet in their little sandwich-making ecosystem. Jen shot her friend a look though, one that told her she was being bitchy.

The problem was, she’d only voiced what Priestly was thinking anyway, deep down.

“Amazing, serendipitous things don’t happen to me, Piper,” he said. “Not anymore.”

He continued cleaning.

Three weeks later, it happened on a Friday afternoon.

It was one of their busiest times of the week. Tish was at the register as usual, Jen was sorting through the inventory and bussing tables, and Priestly was making hero after hero like a fiend, alongside Piper. He was definitely living up to his name of Sandwich Man.

He was still able to recognize your voice near the register.

“One 12” Miracle, please,” you requested.

“Um…we don’t have that on the menu,” Tish replied. But Priestly looked over with a grin. He met your gaze, and found you smiling back at him.

Tish followed the exchange with suspicion.

“One Miracle, coming up!” Priestly called out.

He had the order ready within minutes, but he was painstaking about it, not an olive out of place. He wrapped it up nicely and walked it over to the register himself, placing it in front of you on the counter.

“Well, hi there,” he greeted.

A familiar blush spread across your face, just as endearing as he remembered. The only thing different about you so far was your clothes. No longer dressed to the nines, you were more casual in your jeans, ankle boots, and V-necked top.

In every other way, you were the same. It might’ve been making his heart trip up.

“Hi,” you said. “Got a minute, Miracle Man?”

Priestly ducked his head, hiding a more bashful smile. Before he could respond, Tish interrupted, “That’ll be $10.”

You nodded and handed her a $50 bill. She looked at you in confusion.

“The rest is a tip, for the hero makers,” you explained, glancing at both Priestly and Piper. He gave you an incredulous smile.

You little minx, he thought. He couldn’t say no if you were tipping Piper too.

But he did ask Jen to help fill in for him while he made his way around the counter to go to you. Tish just watched the scene unfold with a silent frown, like she was trying to make sense of what was happening. She always thought she’d be the first one to move on.

“Let’s talk outside. Little more privacy from the peanut gallery,” Priestly said to you, tossing a knowing glance over his shoulder. You spotted all the employees now watching you and Priestly closely.

You became a touch more shy as he led you out of the shop with a hand resting on the small of your back. You slipped your sandwich into a larger purse than last time. Then you looked up at him with apologetic eyes.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to come back here,” you said. “It got a bit…ugly, after that night.”

Priestly’s brows furrowed in concern. “Ugly?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” you assured him. “Lots of shouting and empty threats, then half-assed apologies. But I’m done with all that.”

Priestly considered that with a nod. “Well, good. I’m glad to hear you’re doing better.”

You stared up at his face, and you thought he really seemed to mean that. You knew you shouldn’t be feeling that familiar flutter in your stomach, not three weeks after breaking up from a year-long relationship. Even so, the night you walked out of this shop, you felt free. Like you could breathe again.

You felt like you.

So now, you leaned up and kissed Priestly on the cheek.

His eyes widened a fraction as he stared down at you. You smiled and grasped his hand.

“Would you maybe want to…ask me out sometime?” you asked. A nervous giggle escaped you, making him smile.

“Y-Yeah, I would. If you’re sure you want me to,” he replied. In the past, maybe he would’ve let his excitement get the best of him. He’d be trying to jump at this chance. Experience had taught him not to hope too hard though. Sometimes, getting what you wished for backfired in your face.

You squeezed his hand, earning his attention.

“Why wouldn’t I?” you asked. Your smile became teasing before you used his words against him. “From what I’ve seen so far, you’re pretty awesome. But mostly pretty.”

He had to laugh at that. Pretty was not something he’d ever been called in life. Weird, freak, try-hard goth—that was all familiar territory. His tattoos and piercings tended to bring that out in people.

But he gathered some courage and squeezed your hand back.

“Well, you’re beautiful,” he said, thumbing at your chin. His eyes met yours and got lost there for a moment. “Uh, really beautiful.”

You blushed further and bit your lower lip out of habit. It drew his gaze, and he gained a little more courage. He tilted your chin upwards, so he could find those lips easier in a kiss. Your fingers curled in the front of his shirt and brought him closer. His hand found your cheek as he angled deeper into the kiss.

Despite the chill on the air, the California sun was warm and beating down on you both.

It was the perfect day for a Miracle.

AN: How I love Priestly lol. If you liked this, let me know! 💜

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callsign-dexter · 2 months

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From Fear to Forever

Request: Ok sweetheart 😘 what would you think of a Rooster imagine where you cover up to fly with Bob instead of Natasha that day the plane crashes and Rooster sits on the radio, being on the edge as he doesn't know if you're okay or not and he fears he'll lose you just like his dad. As soon as Mav tells him that you're mostly okay and staying at the hospital, he's crying with relief and hugs Mav and he forgives him as he realizes he doesn't want to lose more people. Then you both come to the hospital and Rooster is all spoiling you and making sure you're okay and as he thinks you're asleep, he tells how that he loves you, but you can hear him, so you both finally confess your feelings and the rest of the team watches as smiles from outside 🤭

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x Seresin!Twin Sister!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, cussing, inaccurate medical talk, inaccurate Navy talk

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A/N: thank you @imagine-all-the-fandoms for requesting this and I'm so so sorry it took forever. I just needed a break to collect myself and convince myself that I shouldn't just give up and delete this account.

You, Y/N ‘Storm’ Seresin, never thought you would be back here. Where you may ask? Well, none other than Top Gun. Your home away from home. You first went through it with your twin brother Jake Seresin, yes that is your brother, and your backseater Mark ‘Shadow’ Newman. He was your best friend, literally you both went through the academy together and pilot school, where you met Bradley Bradshaw and fell in love but he would never love you or so you thought, then Top Gun. Mark was also married to a beautiful wife, who is your friend, and they have 2 adorable boys together that look just like their father.

Currently the both of you were hanging out at The Hard Deck with your brother and Javy waiting for the others. “So, Storm, how is it to be siblings with Hangman?” Javy asked, sliding up to you.

“Not as bad as you think. He has his moments but he can be a Golden Retriever.” You said smirking as Jake shot you a look.

“Hey don't be going around telling all my secrets. I have a reputation to uphold.” He said and laughed.

“You sure do ‘Mister I Have a Different Girl Every Night’.” You said and smirked but then eyes widening when you saw him coming over to you. You were quick to dive behind Mark.

“Oh, you're so getting it, Sis. Just you wait. You may be safe now but you better watch it.” He said and you knew it was a wholehearted threat and it made you burst out laughing which caused them to do so too.

“And that there is sibling love.” Mark said, chuckling and taking a drink of his drink while you stepped out from behind him. Jake chuckled and brought you into his arms and hugged you and you hugged back.

“Such a good little sister.” He said and you smacked him and pushed out of his arms.

“Hey we are twins, same age dumbass.” You pointed out he only did it because he knew it got on your nerves. The banter went on for another few minutes until Javy had pulled Jake over to play darts and you went with Mark to sit and watch. “When are the others getting here?” You asked.

“Should be any minute now.” Mark said “Why are you hoping to see Rooster?” He smirked and nudged you and you pushed him but it didn't budge him.

“No…” You said and he looked at you and you rolled your eyes “Fine yes.” You said.

“I don't see why you don't just admit your feelings for him.” Mark said casually while taking a drink of his beer.

“He doesn't see me like that.” You said trying not to sound heartbroken.

“How would you know if you don't tell?” He asked and you shook your head.

“I don't want to deal with the heartbreak.” You said and he nodded.

“I get it, I do.” He said and he truly did get it. It took him almost a year to ask Melissa, his now wife, to go on a date with him and then confess his feelings. Melissa had been your friend since high school and she just happened to be going to a college near the Naval Academy and the two of you reconnected.

“Storm!” A familiar voice called out and you turned towards the direction and saw none other than Natasha 'Phoenix’ Trace.

“Phoenix!” You shouted back and went to her and hugged her tightly and she did the same.

“Finally, another female.” She said and you laughed as Callie ‘Halo’ Bassett came up as well.

“We thought we would have to go through this with all of the testosterone alone.” Callie said

“Even if I wasn't here, you two would have each other.” You said and they shook their heads.

“Wouldn't be the same.” Natasha said and you chuckled.

“I’m going to the bathroom. I'll be right back.” You told her and she nodded and you disappeared into the bathroom missing the little back and forth between your brother and Natasha. You hadn't seen Bradley yet and that upset you slightly. After pilot school you both stayed in contact with one another. “Stop getting your hopes up. He may not be coming.” You said to yourself as you looked in the mirror washing your hands after using the bathroom. You sighed and walked towards the door and out of it and stopped in your tracks as you saw a Hawaiian shirt walk through the front door there, he was Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw. You hear Natasha call out to him and watch him walk over to the pool table and watch how she whacked him in the stomach. He grunted and patted her on the arm. You watched as he bickered with your brother. You watched the interaction they had with Bob Floyd, another friend of yours plus you and Mark were stationed with him. You don't know how long you were staring until Mark saw you and frowned and he walked over to you.

“You alright?” He asked and you quickly glanced at him and back to Bradley as he walked over to the jukebox.

“Yea I think so.” You said

“Are you sure?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yea I'm good.” You said as the music stopped playing and he sat down on the piano.

“Go talk to him.” He said and you looked at him and he nodded his head. You sighed and started to walk over there just as the familiar tune started. Just as you reached him a tag chaser popped up beside him and started to be all lovey dovey to him and that made tears pop into your eyes and you didn't know why it wasn't like you were with him. What hurt the worst was he smiled up at her. You abandoned your mission and walked out. Jake was quick to notice and grabbed his beer and followed you out. You missed how Bradley looked at you longingly and with a twinge of sadness in his eye. You walked out and down the steps heading to your car, you couldn't be here.

“Y/N.” Jake said your brother's voice rang out. You ignored him. “Lt. Y/N Seresin.” He said in a more authoritative tone using your rank because he knew you would stop and you did.

“Nice one.” You said as you turned to him “What do you want?” you asked voice laced with emotion.

“Are you ok?” He asked and you looked at him and shook your head.

“No.” You said and he sighed and brought you into a brotherly hug and you let tears fall.

“He's an idiot, you know that.” He said and you knew who he was referring to.

“I'm stupid to ever let those feelings come up.” You whispered

“No, you're not, Sis. It's normal. Ok?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yea, ok. I think I'm just going to go home.” You said

“Are you sure?” He asked and you nodded.

“I want to get a good night's sleep before tomorrow.” You said and the both of you knew that was a lie, you were going to go home shower and cry your eyes out. Jake has been there way too many times comforting you.

“I'll check in on you later. Ok?” He asked and you nodded.

“Ok. I love you.” You said into his chest.

“I love you too, Sis. Text me when you're home. I'll take care of your tab.” He said

“Thank you.” You said as you pulled away and tears ran down your face and he was quick to wipe them away with his thumbs as he held your head in his hands. Beer bottle sitting on what happened to be his truck's tailgate.

“That's what brothers are for. Now no more crying.” He said and you cracked a smile and he kissed your forehead. “Get home safely.” He said as he pulled away and you nodded. You got into your Jeep right beside his truck and he watched you back up. You waved at him and he waved back. You pulled out and as you were out of sight, he went back inside just in time for him to help throw someone out, who just happened to be their instructor, and then Bradley started to sing and play. Jake sat back and watched while drinking his beer. After the song was over Bradley plugged the jukebox in. As the music began to play, he walked over to Jake.

“Where's Y/N? I saw her walk out. She seemed upset.” Bradley asked and frowned.

“She has gone home. She was upset.” Jake said and Bradley frowned.

“Why? Everything ok?” He asked

“Maybe you should ask her tomorrow.” Jake said “A little advice. Nobody messes with my sister and gets away with it.” He added and walked off leaving Bradley confused.

“Bradley, where did you run off to?” A young blonde headed girl that was all over him. The one he tried to let down easily.

“That's none of your business.” He said “It would be best if you left.” He added and she made a face.

“Fine.” She said and turned around and stomped off. Bradley sighed he really wished you were here but it looked like he fucked it up once again. He couldn't wait for this night to end.

When you finally made home and parked and let the tears fall. Why were you like this? It's not like the two of you were dating. You sighed and got out making sure you locked the door after you shut it. You walked into your rented house and unlocked the door and walked in while turning on the lights and making sure to lock the door. You got your phone out and pulled up Jake's number.

I'm home.

Jakester- Good. Glad you're safe. Want me to come over later?

No, I'm good thanks though.

Jakester- Rooster asked about you.

He did?

Jakester- Yup I told him to fuck off.

Jake.

Jakester- Just kidding, told him you went home. I wanted to tell him to fuck off though.

Love you. Thanks for looking out for me.

Jakester- Anytime. Love you too.

You didn't text him back after that because you didn't want to clog up the night, not that he would've minded. He would do anything for you with just one phone call or text. The rest of the night was spent pitying yourself and getting ready for tomorrow. Your roommate, who just happened to be Bob, walked in maybe an hour after you. You turned to look at him. “Are you ok?” He asked and you shrugged.

“Is it stupid of me to get caught up on someone that probably doesn't even like me back?” You asked as he moved to sit down on the couch and you cuddled into him.

“No.” He shook his head “It's not. Maybe he does like you back. Ever think of that?” He asked.

“Yea right. He just sees me like one of the guys.” You said

“Oh, Stormy. If you only saw the way he looked when you took off and when Jake talked to him about you.” He said using a nickname only certain people were allowed to use.

“I just want to get to sleep and get tonight behind me.” You said and he nodded as you got up and he helped you some.

“Get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be tough.” He said and you nodded.

“Goodnight Bob.” You said and he smiled.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He said and then you disappeared and got ready for bed. Once ready you slipped under the covers and fell right to sleep.

The next morning you were up bright and early ready for the day and ready to face Bradley. You were just getting your coffee when Bob walked in. “Hey I'm gonna head in early.” You said and he smiled and nodded.

“I won't be too far behind you.” He said and you nodded and then you were grabbing your keys and heading out the door. When you got to your Jeep you sighed as you got in and sat there for a second.

“Let's get this over with.” You said as you turned the ignition and headed towards base. Once you got to base you parked beside your brother's truck and turned the Jeep off and got out. As you were getting out a familiar blue Bronco was pulling up and parking beside you. It parked and the owner got out. “Bradley.” You said and he smiled and turned towards you.

“Y/N.” He said “I missed seeing you at The Hard Deck. I was hoping I would.” He said and you hummed.

“I'm sure you missed me. It looked like you had nice company.” You said as the two of you began walking.

“I didn’t go home with her.” He said

“I find that hard to believe.” You said as you walked towards where the class would be held.

“Why don’t you believe me?” He asked

“Maybe because I find it hard to trust you after you ghosted me.” You said finally stopping and looking at him and his face was unreadable and you scuffed and walked to the front where your brother sat.

“Everything ok?” He asked

“Perfect.” You said and sat down and waited for class to start. When your instructor, Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell, was introduced and you looked back and saw your brother’s face you knew something happened. “What did you do?” You whispered angrily.

“I’ll tell you later.” He whispered and you glared at him but turned around and class began. Each pilot went up and showed what they got. It was time for your and Mark’s turn going up with Jake.

“Everything is looking good.” Mark said without you even asking him as you flew next to Jake.

“So, Jakester,” You began and he rolled his eyes annoyed at the nickname but he only let you use it. “What the hell did you do?” You asked.

“I threw him out of The Hard Deck.” He said

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re an idiot.” You said

“I didn’t know he would be our instructor.” He defended

“Shadow, did you know about this?” You asked

“No, I left before anything drastic took place.” He said

“Enough chit chat guys, fight is on.” Maverick said out of nowhere.

“Here we go.” You said

“We got this.” Mark said

“Do you see him anywhere?” Jake asked

“Negative.” You said

“I got him on the radar.” Mark said and then he was zooming past you guys “And there he goes.” He added.

“Alright let's go.” You said “Hangman, break right. I'll break left.” You said

“You got it, Storm.” Jake said and you both did as you said and that got a reaction out of Maverick.

“Interesting tactic. How are you going to cover each other?” He asked as he was getting tone behind Jake and he was doing well shaking him off.

“You know what brothers and sisters do for each other?” You asked Maverick.

“What would that be, Storm?” He asked and Mark smirked.

“Look after each other.” You said and suddenly you were behind him getting tone.

“Gottcha ya.” Jake and you said at the same time.

“Damn that was a good one. You two work well together.” He said and you smirked “Head back to ground.” He said and you both did and when you landed Jake was already there waiting for you.

“Good job, Sis. That move never fails.” Jake said as your canopy opened.

“You got that right. Nobody can beat the power of siblings.” Mark said and you smirked.

“Damn right.” You said and the three of you did post-checks and headed inside of the building. Everyone was excited that you actually took Maverick out and you smiled and chuckled. Your eyes looked around the room and found Bradley’s. He was staring at you and you decided that you needed to talk to him. You looked at Mark and he nodded and you went.

“Good job.” He said

“Thank you.” You said

“I’ve never seen Hangman actually not leave someone.” He said

“Well, siblings have to stick together.” You said

“Hey, look I’m sorry for ghosting you. I truly didn’t take that girl home, I sent her away after talking to your brother. I-” He started but you cut him off before he could say anything else.

“I believe you.” You said

“You do?” He asked and you nodded.

“I do.” You said and then his name was being called along with someone else’s and he hurried off not wanting to get into trouble and you understood. You were left standing there until Bob came over.

“Everything ok?” He asked and you looked up at him.

“Yeah, I think so.” You said and he smiled.

“Good job by the way.” He said

“Thank you.” You replied

“I’m gonna go and listen, you coming?” He asked and you shook your head.

“No, I need a minute alone.” You said and he nodded and left with a pat on your shoulder. Bradley apologized for ghosting you but it wasn’t enough you needed an explanation. You hoped you got one but for now you needed to focus on this mission.

You had been so focused on the mission that you didn't really speak to Bradley and each time you tried or he tried you or he were being called away. It seemed like you never were going to get a chance until one morning you got to base extra early and decided to hang around and go over some maneuvers. You were so into thought you didn't hear another person come in. “Think too hard and your head might explode.” The voice said and it made you jump. You turned to see who it was and it was Bradley.

“Shit, you fucking scared me.” You said putting a hand over your heart to try and settle it.

“Sorry.” He said and you waved him off.

“What are you doing here so early?” You asked

“Well, I know you like to get up early and go over everything you learned. So, I took a chance to come here to find you.” He said and you nodded. “I also couldn't sleep.” He said.

“There is the real reason.” You said and he shook his head.

“No, they're both the reason.” He said and then it went into silence.

“I'm sorry.” You both started.

“You go first.” You said

“I'm sorry for everything I put you through. All the stress, the ghosting, the making you think that I was with someone else, and everything in general. It was not my intent to do that to you and my dad and mom would kill me if they knew I hurt such a beautiful girl.” He said and you blushed and looked down.

“You think I'm beautiful? I wear what everyone else wears and my hair is always up.” You said

“Yea you're beautiful I would even say gorgeous. Yes, you wear what everyone else does and have your hair up but I've also seen you out of uniform and hair down. Remember?” He asked and you nodded.

“I do.” You said recalling the many nights that you and he had late night study sessions for pilot school. “My turn if you're done.” You said and he nodded as he sat down beside you and you turned to him. “I'm sorry for being so short and mad at you earlier. I just got jealous seeing you with someone and I know I shouldn't we're not together and will probably never be together, you'll only see me as a sister. I'm rambling. Anyways I'm sorry for everything too.” You said.

“It's-” He started but got cut off by people walking in and the both of you stood up. Bob came over with Maverick.

“Good you're here.” Maverick began “Phoenix is out sick and Shadow had a family emergency.” He said and your eyes widened “So I'm pairing you and Bob up for this run through.” He said “I hope that is ok.” He added and you both nodded.

“That's absolutely fine, Sir.” You and Bob said at the same time.

“Good. We'll start here in a few minutes.” He said and then walked off and you immediately pulled out your phone.

Mav told me you had a family emergency. Everyone ok?

Mark: Grayson got really sick with throwing up and a really high fever in the middle of the night and we had to bring him to the hospital. They have him on fluids and some Tylenol IV. He's sleeping right now.

Poor guy. Let me know if you all need anything, please. I hate that he's not feeling good. How's Max taking it?

Mark: I promise I will but you need to focus on the mission. Max is not well. He hates that his brother is sick.

I hate that. Tell them I love them and will be thinking about them.

Mark: I will now go and kick some ass.

You got it!

You chuckled and put your phone away. “Everything ok?” Bob asked and you nodded.

“Grayson is sick like in the hospital.” You said

“Damn. I hate that for them.” Bradley said and then the others started to file in. You quickly took your place next to your brother as Maverick began talking and telling them what was going on. Soon after everyone was crowding in the rec room to wait. Several groups went up before it was yours, Bob's, Javy's turn. As you were walking out the door Bradley stopped you “Hey good look out there.” He said and you nodded and smiled.

“Thank you. I'll see you on the ground.” You said and then you were heading off with Bob to your jet. If only you knew what this practice run would bring.

“Just like old times?” Bob asked as you both arrived at the jet.

“Just like old times.” You said back at your base you flew with Bob while Mark was out and you were the one that did the flying while he was training. You both got in the jet and began to head towards the runway. When you got there you stopped and watched as Javy took off and once, he was far enough away you spoke to the air traffic control tower. “Air Traffic Control, this is Storm ready to take off.” You said.

“Copy that Storm, the air is clear and the sky is yours. You can take off.” They said

“Thank you, Air Traffic Control.” You said and then started speeding down the runway. You finally were up in the air and caught up with Javy.

“Alright let's do this.” Javy said and so began the practice run.

“Talk to me, Bob.” You said

“We’re twelve seconds late on target. We gotta move, we gotta move.” Bob says

“Copy try to stay with me.” Javy says agitated radar beeps.

“Huh? Wait, who’s that?” Bob asks

“Blue team, you are spotted.” Maverick said

“Shit, it’s Maverick. What the hell is he doing here?” Javy said

“What the hell is he doing here?” You ask

“I’m a bandit on course to intercept. Blue team, what are you gonna do?” Maverick said

“20 miles left, ten o’clock. He’s coming fast. 700 knots closure.” Bob confirmed

“Your call what do you want to do?” Javy asks the pair of you.

“Continue. We’re close. Stay on target.” You said

“He’s swinging around to the north. Bob said

“Stand by for pop-up.” Javy said

“Be ready with that laser, Bob.” You said

“Copy, I’m on it.” He says as reaches for a button/knob, constantly working.

Meanwhile back in the rec room everyone listens on the edge of their seats. “Come on Storm. You got this.” Bradley says to mostly himself.

“She’s a hell of a pilot. She has this in the bag.” Jake said “You know she loves you right?” Jake asks and Bradley nodded.

“I love her too.” He said

“Don’t hurt her or I will shoot you down.” Jake warned

“I won’t. I promise.” He said and Jake nodded and then they heard Maverick’s voice on the radio.

“Blue team, bandit is still closing.” Maverick said

“Popping now.” Javy said as he does so and you follow. All three of you grunting trying to catch your breath.

“Talk to me, Bob. Where’s Maverick?” Javy asks

“He’s five miles out. He’s coming fast.” Bob replies

“Target in sight.” You said

“Where’s my laser, Bob?” Javy asks

“Dead eye! Dead eye! It’s no good. Sorry, I can’t get a lock.” Bob said

“We’re out of time. I’m dropping blind.” Javy said and dropped the bomb. “Damn it, missed!” He added as the both of you pulled up.

“That’s tone.” Maverick said as he toned you and Bob.

“Maverick has got a missile lock on us.” Bob said

“Shit! We’re dead.” You said

“Blue team. That is a fail.” Maverick said and you pull away. “Level out Coyote.” He said as you watched in horror as he didn't do so and that scared you, you knew anything could happen but you never thought it would. “Coyote, copy.” You heard Maverick say. “Coyote, come in. Coyote, level wings.” You hear Maverick shout frantically “Oh my gosh he is in g-loc.” He said and he kept saying his name but his jet kept falling.

“He’s going to burn in.” You say worriedly.

“I’m going after him.” Maverick said as you watched his jet jerk away and towards your friend. “Come on. Give me tone, give me tone, give me tone.” He said as he got a target lock on him “Snap out of it, coyote. Come on! Come on! Come on, Coyote, come on. Come on! Damn it! Coyote! Coyote!” Maverick shouts frantically. Finally, he seemed to snap out of it and popped up at the last second and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Coyote, you, okay? You, okay?” He asks

“I’m okay. I’m good.” He says breath heavy.

“Good. Good. That’s enough for today.” Maverick said as you pulled up next to him.

“That was close.” You say with a shake of your head.

“Too close.” Maverick said “Bird strike.” He said suddenly “Bird strike!” He exclaimed as the birds hit your jet and through your engine. Now you are terrified.

Those two words are what brings Bradley and Jake’s world to a stop. “No no no no.” Bradley said to himself. Tears burning behind his eyes he needed you to pull through this and be ok.

“Come on, Sis you got this.” Jake said and then your voice came through the radio and Jake being your twin brother knew the different tone in your voice that nobody else knew. He knew you were absolutely terrified. “Don’t panic.” He said.

Bradley was terrified. He couldn’t lose you. He’s lost his dad; he cannot lose you. He lost Maverick due to something so petty. “Come on, Y/N/N. You have to pull through this.” He said.

“Don’t panic. Don’t panic.” Jake repeated to himself hoping to send vibes to you. Bradley and Jake were the closest to the radio.

“Bird strike.” You said as lights and warnings go off a fire warning goes off signaling a fire in one of your engines.

“Storm, left engines on fire!” Bob said looking back and so do you.

“Climbing.” You said as you turn back and you pull the throttle up. “Throttling back. Shutting off fuel to the left engine. Extinguishing fire.” You say as you do so but alarms continue.

“Right engine is out!” Bob exclaims looking at the warnings.

“It’s still spinning. Trying to restart it.” You say as you power the engine on.

“Storm it is on fire, don’t start-” Maverick begin but you cut him off. You were so scared shitless but you couldn’t let it show.

“Throttling up.” You say as you pull the throttle up.

“Oh my god.” You hear Maverick say as you start to nose dive.

“We’re on fire! We’re on fire!” Bob exclaims

“Damn it!” You exclaim

“Engine fire. Right.” The automated voice

“Extinguishing the right engine.” You said and do so as you spin out of control.

“Storm, Bob punch out! Punch out!” Maverick exclaims

“Warning lights everywhere! Hydraulic failure!” Bob says letting you know everything.

“I can’t control it!” You said

“She’s panicking.” Jake said

“How do you know?” Bradley asked

“I just know. Her voice does a certain thing. I was the only one to pick it up as a kid. It is how I knew she needed help and she would call me with that same tone when she was in trouble.” Jake explained

“She has this handled. She's Storm. Nothing can bring her down.” Mickey said and everyone nodded in agreement.

“She’s strong for sure. As kids we were playing on the ranch and riding horses and her horse threw her off and instead of giving up, she got back on. She showed the horse who was the boss. Another time we were running around barefoot and she cut her foot open on barbed wire and she acted like it was nothing. She sat through the stitches. She’s a storm to be reckoned with. It is how she got her callsign.” Jake explained trying to take his mind off what was happening up in the sky.

“She’s going to be ok.” Ruben said and they nodded.

“I know she will be.” Jake said

“We’re going down, Storm! We’re going in! We’re going in!” Bob yells

“You can’t save it. Eject, eject!” Maverick said and repeated over and over again.

“Eject, eject, eject!” You yell out finally.

“Altitude. Altitude.” The automated voice said as Bob ejects and then you follow him. Both parachutes open as the jet crashes into the earth. You somehow ended up being closest to the blast and it pushed you away and you landed it hard onto the ground right on your ankle and you gave a cry out. Bob landed and was quick to get over to you.

“Are you ok?” He asks

“No, my ankle.” You say as you go to sit up but you give another cry. You then look down and see blood starting to soak through your flight suit. “Shit.” You say as you begin to get light headed.

“Hey no you stay awake.” He said

“I’m sorry.” You say and then you black out.

As Maverick walks into the rec room Jake comes running up to him. “Where is she?” He asks frantically.

“She’s in the hospital. Some debris from the jet crashing impaled her. Her ankle also took a hit. They took her into surgery but I don’t know anything else. They’re keeping her and Bob overnight and maybe her even longer. Go.” He said and Jake nodded and took off as most people do now it was just Bradley and him.

“How is she?” Bradley asks

“She is mostly ok.” He said

“What does that mean?” He asks

“Some debris from the jet crashing impaled her. Her ankle also took a hit. They took her into surgery but I don’t know anything else. They’re keeping her and Bob overnight and maybe her even longer.” He said and Bradley nodded tears and they steadily fell down his face.

“I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry I cut you off. I was just so pissed that you pulled my papers. It wasn’t fair. I can’t lose her. I love her.” Bradley said and Maverick smiled.

“I forgive you. Go and tell her.” Maverick said and he nodded and took off. When he reached the hospital, everyone was in the waiting room waiting.

“Jake is with Y/N. He’s family so he was the only one allowed to go back there.” Ruben said

“Bradley?” A familiar voice asked and he turned around and saw Mark.

“Mark, have you heard?” He asked and Mark shook his head.

“No, what is going on? Why is everyone here?” He asked

“There was an incident with Javy and Bob and Y/N had a bird strike and had to eject. Some debris hit her and her ankle took a hit.” Bradley explained.

“Oh my gosh. Any updates?” He asked

“They took her into surgery and repaired what they needed. Jake is with her now since he is family. They’re keeping them both overnight and her maybe longer.” Bradley said and he nodded.

“I need to get back to Grayson. Please keep me updated.” He asked and Bradley nodded.

“I will.” He said as Jake came out and everyone looked at him.

“She’s awake but is asking for you Bradley.” He said turning to him and he nodded and followed Jake to your room and about that time everyone was allowed to see Bob too. Bradley walked in without Jake.

“Y/N/N.” He said and you looked up at him.

“Hi.” You said

“You scared me, you know.” He said

“I’m sorry. I scared myself too.” You said trying to move but winced.

“Don’t move.” He said moving closer and holding you down.

“I know but it’s so uncomfortable.” You said and he nodded.

“I know. I need to tell you something.” He said and you nodded at him to continue “I love you. I have loved you since pilot school. I’m sorry I ghosted you and I know I already said it but I’m saying it again. I was trying to figure out my feelings for you and in the end, it hurt you and I’m deeply sorry for that.” He said and you smiled.

“I love you too, Bradley. Ever since pilot school. Yes, I was hurt when you ghosted me but I get it. I love you with all my heart.” You said as the pain meds started to kick in and he saw this.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked and you nodded.

“I would love nothing more.” You said and he smiled and he pressed his lips to yours. Sparks flew. You would’ve stayed like that forever but Mickey’s voice sounded.

“About damn time! Look how cute the two of them are!” He exclaimed and you two pulled apart and looked at them.

“Oh, would you shut up and leave the love birds alone?” Javy said smiling

“But they are so cute!” Ruben said gushing.

“Remember, you hurt her and I’m shooting you down.” Jake said

“Jakester, stop it. I can take care of myself.” You said smiling and he walked over.

“I know but I’m just doing my brotherly duties.” He said and you smiled.

“I appreciate that.” You said “Get them out of here for me. I want some time alone with him.” You said and he nodded “Can you let Mark know I’m, ok?” You asked.

“You got it, Sis.” He said and started to push people out and when they were out and gone, he went to let Mark know and you turned to Bradley.

“Let me take you to dinner when all of this is over.” He said and you smiled and nodded.

“Sounds perfect.” You said and yawned and he smiled.

“Get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.” He said and kissed your head as you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep. Sure, your day might not have ended up like you planned but that what comes with being a Naval Aviator but in the end, you got the man you loved. Everything for the moment was perfect.

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Throw Him Off His Rhythm: Mirage x Reader

Fandom: Transformers Rotb

Summary: After getting caught and subsequently losing a bet he made to his human, Mirage now finds himself having to follow through with his end of the deal.

Words: 1,517

Warnings: Masturbating, handjobs, Sub/Dom, orgasm denial

A/N: The reader is written as gender-neutral. I did indeed spend a little time today figuring out an average size estimate for how big a cybertrionians spike would be (more specifically Mirages) relative to them and their humans because I needed something to like visualise or something. Can’t lie I may be on my way to making a table of transformers and how big their spikes are, if you by primus wanna see that let me know XD

Enjoy the fic.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." The string of curses leaves Mirage's vocaliser as he awkwardly shimmied down the narrow alleyway.

"Why'd the perfect spot have to be so fragging, hard to get to." Mindful of his finish he carefully squeezes out of the alley into the outdoor courtyard.

Sure it wasn't the nicest looking or biggest of hiding spots, but it was private and quiet. Panelling sliding open as he sits on the ground, leaning back against the brick wall he sighs in relief as his burning spike pressurises already dripping transfluid.

"Frag finally, for a second thought I was going to burst a line." Servo quickly dives down to wrap around his spike and he bites back a moan as his servo begins to stroke at a fast pace, aching to relieve the burning pressure.

"You couldn't wait until after the meeting?" Helm hitting the wall behind him as he groans, of course it couldn’t and you knew that all too well otherwise you wouldn’t have followed him out here.

Although amusing at the time making, a bet to see who could go the longest without needing to fuck or masturbate wasn’t his most brilliant idea. In his defence he thought humans weren’t capable of going more than a day let alone a week without having to self-service themselves, all but certain he’d have the win in the bag.

It didn’t help him that you’d poke and provoke his imagination, you’d butter him up with your sweet words which had done more than just stroke at his ego. Not-so-subtle innuendos had on more than one occasion almost had his interface panels sliding back, it’s a miracle he had managed to last this long.

“Obviously not.” Servo still stroking his spike as he speaks optics looking everywhere but your eyes, he doesn’t need need to look at your face to see the grin that spreads across it. “I can see that but aren’t you forgetting something?” Your words tease him as a huff of annoyance leaves his intake, slowly making your way over to him you lean against the wall next to him.

“Fine. Fine. You win. You a human can outlast me a cybertronian. Happy now? Cuz I could really use some help.” Continues to stroke his spike as other servo reaches out to grab you, when you quickly dart out of his reach a whined gasp leaves him.

"W-what? Come on you can’t be serious.” You chuckle at his needy response no doubt in your mind that if your roles were reversed he would have teased you.

“But didn’t you say the winner could order the looser around for an entire week?” Smugness dripped off your words as you watched his frame slump forward, a defeated sigh leaving him.

“Yeah, but I thought you’d just wanna be on top or something. Not like. Not like leave me hanging.” Sending the best puppy dog eyes he could muster your way, hoping you’d cave into his needs.

“Mirage. You wouldn’t be trying to go back on your word, would you?” A fake look of disappointment briefly covers your face as carefully move around his legs coming to a stop by his pedes.

“What!? Of course not! I mean, after so long I figured that you'd. You know, wanna fool around." Servos still as he watches you contemplate and tries to stop his legs from bouncing impatiently as he waits for your response. A devious look spreads across your eyes as you walk between his legs, hand coming up to trace between the seams as you move closer.

"I suppose, a little fun now wouldn't hurt. If you promise to stand by your word and do exactly as I say." Missing the dark edge of your words as he moans out a string of yes. Now standing in front of his leaking spike you give him a playful smile as you tap the servo that had slowly resumed its stroking.

"Servos by your side's big boy and no matter what. You don't touch me or your spike." Words are spoken as if you're sending him into battle, your hands gently caressing the metal and seams around his heated array.

"Sir yes sir!~" The chuckle he lets out after his own words are cut off by a soft moan and his servos drop-down like rocks off a bridge, digits grip the ground as your breath fans over his spike.

"Good." You hum as one hand trails up to his spike while the other continues to tease the wires between his seams.

Your eyes watch his faceplate like a predator, his optics offlining and scrunching up when your hand delicately runs up his spike. Shifting your gaze back down to his spike, your fingers briefly graze over the tip blue biolights pulse at the touch and a gaspe escape his intake. Fingers move back down as your hand begins to slowly stoke easily gliding thanks to all the pre-leaked transfluid.

"Frag." A moaned whisper breaks from him as his hips twitch and he desperately holds back from thrusting them into your hand.

A chuckle escapes you, eyes moving back to his faceplate as they keenly watch him bite his derma as his helm hits the wall behind it. Digits dig into the ground below them, frame shifting uncomfortably as you barely increase the speed of your hand and a whine slips out and his optics online.

"Please baby. Frag you're killing me here." Optics looking down at you and he groans as a smirk briefly returns to your face.

"Aww, I'm sorry." A fake pout spreads over your face as your hand begins to stroke a little faster, eyes never leaving him as your mouth moves in closer to his spike.

"Would you like me to go a little faster?" The teasing words fan hot air over the sensitive tip of his spike and have his hips jolting up. Spike almost pushing into your mouth you move your head back with a chuckle and your hand speeds up.

"Yes! Please babes! Frag I wanna be inside you so bad!" Optics offlining as his words fall out along with his desperate moans as your mouth moves away.

Your other hand finally leaves the cluster of wires it had been teasing to wander to his spike, your thumb firmly runs over the tip and he gasps out. Frame shaking you can see the strain in his servos as he desperately keeps them from reaching out to grab you. Hand stroking faster as your fingers tease around his leaking tip, whined moans leave his vocaliser as he approaches his overloaded and you bite your lip holding back your own moan.

"Frag babes I'm so close! Frag yes. Yes." The words fall freely from him as his spike throbs, biolights pulsing quicker as he almost reaches the tipping point of his pleasure and just like that your hands pull away.

"What?! Frag babes you ok? I'm almost there." The desperation, confusion and slight concern are evident in his voice as his optics look down to identify the reason for your sudden lack of touch.

When his optics catch the devious smile spread across your face as your hands link behind your back, the realisation of your motives slowly comes to his lust-filled processor.

"No please! You can't! Babes come on. Just a little more! Don't leave me like this! I-I'm almost done then- you can ride my face place however long you want after! Please." Panicked and pleading for you to tip him over the edge, his legs shake and servos hit the ground in frustration but never make any move towards you or his spike.

The pleasure that surges throughout your body as you watch him in such a state of need and want, you almost want to jump on his spike then and there. Unlike your partner, you have a lot more self-restraint.

"I said I'd have a little fun. Nothing about letting you overload." You hum out enjoying the look of needy frustration that covers his faceplate.

"Come one. Babe's I've been good! I-I didn't touch-." His babbling words are cut off by your own stern ones.

"Good and you'll keep it that way." Smirk dissipates into your normal loving smile as you shift from between his legs.

"What no!" Shifting to his knees as you continue to walk into the small alley. "You can't leave me like this!"

"I think I will." You muse out as you wave your hand for him to follow.

"Perhaps I'll change my mind a little later. Until then we've gotta get back to the others." You call out from the end of the alley, not missing the small sob and whine that comes from him as you make your way back into the building.

"This is going to be so much fun if he can keep his servos away from his spike." You think to yourself as apologize to the others for your brief absence, trying to hide your smirk when a rather tense and twitchy Mirage tries to sneak his way back into the building.

#transformers #x reader #smut #reader insert #transformers mirage x reader #transformers mirage #mirage x reader #rotb mirage #mirage x human reader #mirage #rise of the beasts #mirage rotb #tf rotb #tf mirage #transformers rotb #oneshot #transformer drabbles #drabble

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kalmiaphlox · 23 days

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Snippet Sunday

thank you for the taggy @busy-baker

Hoping to post my first chapter from my arranged marriage AU, "Till Lies Break Our Hearts", tomorrow possibly.

Here's a little cut of Astarion hanging out with the in-laws.

They already have a table set up with multiple chairs, and Astarion takes a spot perpendicular to the brothers, who face each other. Mal is preparing to shuffle when Arkay’s hand shoots out, stopping him. “Whoa, let Astarion do that. You always shuffle in your favor.” Mal’s lips twist ruefully. “Only if you roll your sleeves up, you grabby little goblin. Could you shuffle for us, brother?” Taking the cards carefully to hide his bruised hand, Astarion performs a few swing cuts, shuffling once in luskan style, followed up by a riffle shuffle and finally bridges them together in his hands. He’ll give them some fair shuffles this time since he isn’t sure what side to take yet. “Shall I deal as well?” Both men’s jaws are hanging open and Astarion knows he made a mistake. He wasn’t thinking, just diving straight into shuffling with no regard for how it would make him look. The meek man he’s pretending to be would not do that. Though he’s surprised he could do it to begin with, the compulsions Cazador put down must be a little too broad.

tagging anyone who might like to post! @roguishcat, @spagyricqueen, @shewhowas39, @preciouslittlebhaalbae, @pinkberrytea

@inkymoonbunny

#Snipper sunday #astarion #fanfic #baldur's gate 3

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minas-linkverse · 11 months

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Do you have any tips or tricks on how to start a comic like this? Or even just how you got started?? I've had my own au for years that I so badly wanna put out into the world but I've been struggling with finding a good way to start it!!!!

Hm!! Ok!! This is a tough question with many different answers even just from me. I'll do my best to answer tho!! 😮

The main bit of advice I want to give, and which I think is vital to anyone creating anything:

☆ Know yourself.

When looking up advice for creating, people love to tell you that by doing things a specific way is the best and only way to go. Often advice of this sort has solid points, you should plan ahead, you should have easy character designs, buut... You don't have to.

I do not work well with outlines or scripts. I dislike sketching. You'd think that'd make being a long form comic artist impossible for me, but nope.

I know theres things I cannot do, so I've put all my practise to what I can do. My lineart style allows me to almost skip sketching completely, my scripts are more of an A to B structure than law. I improv 90% of the time when making pages. It's kinda like dnd with myself.

I would absolutely not reccomend what I'm doing to others, but I know it works for me. People can tell me I'm doing it wrong but its either wrong or no comic at all, SO. Suck it. 👍

Er. Rambling now.

My point is, figure out what you can and cant do, and do your best to give yourself the ideal work enviorment and process.

☆ Deal with being overwhelmed

Making just a few panels and suddenly realising its gonna take years to get anywhere is SO demoralising. It's gonna happen and its gonna happen again, and again, and—

But continuing with the earlier advice, you gotta ask yourself what would help you. Are you willing to sacrifice quality? Do you just need a break? Maybe you're like me and like to include smth you love in every update so you'll have something to get excited about making.

That feeling of overwhelm is trying to tell you something, so figure out what that is so it wont end the project for you.

☆ Start it

You wont like what you make when starting. I've never heard of an artist who has.

I'm not saying start this instant, not everyone is as into improv and flailing around as me. But I will say you'll never feel ready. Figure out the minimun of what you need to start and do it. Show friends first if youre afraid to post.

Also where to start? Well sure there's lots of good advice online about that, but you can also just doodle random stuff until you feel like diving deeper. That's what LV started with, just Twi and Wild hanging out with animals and some headcanons. It may not be the most tightly written work but theres beauty in the humanity of a mess.

☆ Extras

A "failed project" or "forgotten WIP" is only a failure if you let yourself feel that way. Yea it can be a hauntingly strong feeling thats hard to deal with... But it can be beaten. WIPS are proof you tried and not everyone can say they have.

Lv is far from done and I have no intention of dropping it, but because the journey has been so nice I'd satisfied even if I had to call it here. Its smth that helps me with the overwhelm... What I've made is beautiful even now.

Comparing yourself to others is gonna rip your heart out. I love that theres other links meet aus out there and hope the best for those artists but I caNNot follow any of them or I'll crumble to dust.

So Uhm.

Basically. Have fun and be yourself. 👍

Ps. Readability is basically the most important thing for a comic artist to pay attention to, that and not destroying yourself with details and rendering. 🙌 Good luck out there!

#Ask #I love discussing stuff like that but it always ends up so rambly and long ahsjjdjr #I hope I said at least smth slightly concrete

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siriusleee · 2 years

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pamphlets

summary:

You can feel it: his rage right beneath the surface of that Statue of David façade he wears so well. You're not sure if it's the exhaustion or the blasé way he was sitting on your couch when you walked in, but you want to pull at his threads - unravel them the way he unravels you.

"Was it mine?"

tw: child-loss, miscarriage ghost x reader request a fic here

"Dinner's in the kitchen."

He doesn't greet you as you step into your apartment; the four walls are barely enough to contain the two of you. You're exhausted in the way you've never been before, the excitement of him being in your home barely enough to keep you from diving straight into bed. He shifts on the couch as you sit down beside him, eyes never leaving the television.

You haven't seen him in three months; for the first time since he'd started gracing your presence when he was home you'd gotten a field call from him - a quick midnight call just long enough for one "'m alright" before you were joined by static from the other line.

You can feel him staring at you from the corner of his eye, a move so uniquely Simon that it used to unnerve you.

"Your toes are painted."

It's a question disguised as a statement. Who were you out with?

"They are."

You can feel it: the two of you balancing on some precipice. You lean away from him, feet propped up on the coffee table, head against the back of the couch. You feel him shift, the cushions underneath you shifting; something soft lands on your lap. You know by the weight of it what it is. You refuse to look at him, refuse to open your eyes to see the way his are boring holes into yours.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why would I need to tell you?"

"Was it mine?"

"Why does it matter?"

Your couch groans under his weight; you know that he's drawn up to his full height without having to look at him. Finally you open your eyes, the folder from the hospital lies on your lap. The only sheet of paper you had ever taken out of it after you discharge is folded up on the top of it: How To Deal With Loss: Resources for Parents.

"What do you mean: why does it matter?" Simon's voice grows, fills the small apartment. For the first time, you feel a shred of shame for not saying anything to him. You'd hoped that he'd give you a heads up the next time he decided to swing by, enough time to hide the folder in your dresser. You know the argument is coming - you can see it in the way he's standing, you can hear it in the way his accent grows thicker. You push yourself into a standing position opposite of him, the folder dropping to the floor and spilling its contents. You don't want to fight with him, but you will.

"Yes, Simon. Why does it matter?"

For the first time you make eye contact with him; not for the first time are you struck still by him. His collar hangs loose, stretched out - there's just a peek of black tattoo from his shoulder. You can't see his expression - can't try to steel yourself or prepare for what he's going to throw at you, what vitriol is about to spill from him.

"It matters if it was mine."

You want to collapse, want to stomp your foot on the ground at his statement. Of course it was yours! You want to scream it at him, hurl the words at him until they wear him down, but when you speak it's in barely a whisper - just enough voice to carry over the television.

"It wouldn't have been anyone else's."

The dam breaks then; his shoulders drop a quarter of an inch and he's yelling, and you're yelling - you know your neighbors are going to hear, but you don't care.

"What was I supposed to tell you Simon? That you fucked me without a condom and I got pregnant?"

"Yes!"

His hands are gripping the arm of your couch, the fabric pulled taunt beneath them. You don't think, just yell.

"How? I see you a handful of times throughout the year-"

"You have a number to call me-"

"- I lost it before I would have even got a chance to tell you-"

"- it's like you don't even care!"

You can't speak, no way to verbalize the words inside of you. So you leave him in the living room as you disappear into your bedroom before emerging with a small battered cardboard box. You shove it into Simon's chest, with the most force you can muster up.

"Open it up." Your voice is wild, a monsoon hidden just beneath. You shove it again into Simon's chest, forcing him to take it from you.

"Open it."

His hands are steady, years of work with the military hardening him. He stares into the box before dropping back onto the couch, cradling the box to his chest.

"What is this?"

You don't move from your spot - you don't want to see inside the box; you haven't looked at it since you shoved it into the back of your closet.

Simon reaches into the box, hands pulling out a small black onesie, a white skull on the front. His hands shake almost imperceptibly as he drops it gently back into the box.

"The doctor said-" your voice cracks, you turn away from Simon - your eyes fixed on the wall - before starting to speak again. "The doctor said it's not that uncommon when you're as early along as I was. I didn't…I didn't say anything to you because I didn't want to be a burden to you out in the field."

"You wouldn't be-"

You don't let him speak, you don't want to hear it, don't want to hear any sincerity.

"I'm not your wife Si. I'm not even your girlfriend. I didn't even know what I would have said. God forbid you'd been doing something dangerous, and I called you to tell you what happened and distracted you."

You hear the box get sat down on the table, and in a moment his hands are on your shoulders, gently pressing until you turn around. He keeps you at arms length, his palms warm through your shirt.

"We could have got married - fuck - we can get married tomorrow. We can be there as soon as the courthouse opens, Johnny'll witness for us.."

You try to shrug him off, but his hands are firm on your shoulders.

"You're only saying that Si."

"I'm not."

You can tell that he's telling the truth - if you told him to meet you at the courthouse tomorrow, he'd be there. His calloused fingers trace across your cheeks, brushing away the tears that had started to fall. He drops to his knees, arms wrapping around your waist, forehead resting on your chest. Your arms reach up instinctively to wrap around him, burying your face in the hood of his jacket.

The two of you linger there, hands tangled in each other before collapsing onto the couch, your face buried in Simon's chest. From the corner of your eye, you can see Simon's hands outstretched towards the box once before pulling away.

#my fics #ghost cod x you #simon ghost riley #ghost cod x reader #ghost cod

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lonesome-witching · 7 months

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Truth or Dare

A wardrobe change as requested by @allnewtpir. I hope you enjoy yet another ronance prompt. More coming soon.

Do you have any prompts yourself? Or do you want to dive into what I wrote before? You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

“No, no, no. Nance, I’m not wearing that,” Robin complained, pointing at Nancy’s outfit. She would not be punished over Nancy picking dare in this stupid game.

“Oh, come on, Robin. Just play along. It’s only for a little bit.” Steve took a sip of his drink.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. It’s not even your turn. Steve just has to think of something else,” Nancy said, a hand reaching out for Robin.

It was a little pathetic that that touch was enough for Robin to cave. “No, it’s fine. I’ll do it.” She was already crawling up to her feet. Maybe she should have another drink before pulling herself into Nancy’s clothes.

“Are you sure, Robs?” Nancy stood up too, much more gently than Robin had.

Robin nodded. She was staring. She shouldn’t be staring. Clothes swapping wasn’t that big of a deal. She had worn Nancy’s clothes before. Yes, it had been awful, but she had survived. Even if it had felt like she had been shocking the entire time.

“Alright, we should do this in the bathroom.” Nancy grabbed Robin’s arm, pulling her into the bathroom.

Robin felt her heartbeat pick up. She was pathetic. She was hopeless. She needed help. What had become of her?

Nancy was wearing a light blue blouse and black skirt. Or at least, she had been before she stripped to her underwear. Robin turned around quickly. Robin pulled her flannel and oversized shirt, she thought it might be Steve’s, off. She held out the shirt until Nancy took it off her hands.

“Here,” Nancy giggled, replacing the shirt with her own blouse. “I’m not entirely sure what Steve is going to get out of it.”

“Me neither, it seems more like he’s trying to torture me than you.” Robin pulled her pants off with the blouse still hanging open. She really should have put on a bra.

“Did you do anything to anger him?” Nancy asked, her voice trailing off at the end.

Robin turned her face, noticing the soft blush on Nancy’s cheeks as her eyes were glued to Robin’s bare legs. “I don’t think so.”

“Okay.” Nancy bit her lip.

Robin pulled the skirt on, quickly buttoning her blouse, Nancy’s blouse, the blouse. It scratched her skin a bit, but not as badly as the frilly pink thing did back in spring break. She could manage this.

When she turned around, fully dressed, she noticed Nancy still only half clothed. Still staring. Robin cleared her throat. Nancy looked at the textile in her hands.

“Should I leave?” Robin asked, her eyes glued to Nancy’s hands, her fingers toying with the fabric.

“No, just a second.” Nancy pulled the pants on.

“Don’t forget the flannel.” Robin reached down to hand it over.

“Of course not.” There was a smile on her face as she pulled on the flannel. Robin had to admit Nancy looked great. She should wear Robin’s clothes more often. This was not going to end well for Robin. If she had been staring before, she surely wouldn’t look away now.

Nancy hadn’t stopped staring ever since they had gotten changed. There was something about this specific outfit that glued Nancy’s eyes to the other girl. She wasn’t sure if she should thank Steve or kick him in the balls. Maybe both.

But Robin just looked so good in her clothes. Nancy wished she could take them off her. God, she was pathetic.

“Robin, truth or dare?”

“Truth?”

“Perfect,” Steve said with a smile and Robin’s face betrayed her worry. “What do you think of Nancy wearing your clothes?”

“I think she looks great. She always looks great of course. But the clothes suit her. It’s different from what she usually wears, of course. They’re my clothes. But they look great on her too. Probably look better on her than on me,” Robin rambled, not once looking over at Nancy.

“What about you, Nancy?”

“It’s not my turn.”

“True, just thought you might want to share.”

“She looks great. She always does,” Nancy admitted, not looking away from Robin. Steve seemed content with the answer. There was a smile on his face that was too cocky to be good. If Nancy didn’t know any better, she’d thought he was up to something.

Steve was up to something. Robin would get her revenge. But first she had to survive this night. One she’d be spending alone with Nancy, in the same bed. She wasn’t sure how she’d survive this.

“Which side of the bed do you prefer?” Nancy asked, toying with the edge of Robin’s shirt that she was still wearing.

“I don’t care. Either is good.”

“Alright, I’ll take left?” Nancy took off the flannel.

“Sure.”

Robin would be fine. Robin would be fine. Robin was not fine. Nancy was undressing right in front of her and Robin was going to die. She grabbed her own shirt off the floor after Nancy dropped it and rushed out of the room.

When she returned Nancy was laying in bed, covered by the sheets. Robin joined her, only wearing her own shirt and her underwear.

“Goodnight, Nance,” Robin said, turning her back to the other girl.

“Goodnight, Robin,” Nancy replied, throwing her arm over Robin’s waist.

#prompts #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #my work #stranger things #fanfic #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #ficlet

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maseyfilms · 1 year

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request for mason or trent where they’re your boyfriend and you have a new guy friend from uni you’ve been hanging out with more and they get jealous but try to hide it until they blow up one day

POUTY LIPS AND NOSE KISSES

M.M.19

summary. mason it's mad you're hanging out with a friend from uni, but he deals with it in a very childish way

pairing. boyfriend!mason x girlfriend!reader

w.count. 698

warnings. pure fluff; kinda short

a/n. this took a whole different way from what i wanted it to be and i'm not sure it was exactly what you asked for, but i hope you enjoy it <3

Mason had been noticing that you've been spending more time with a new guy friend from university, and it made him feel uneasy.

Some weeks before, you came home from college, saying that you had met a really nice guy in your last class and that he invited you to have some coffee with him, and that was the reason you came home a little later.

He knew you wouldn't lie to him, but he also knew you were innocent and some times you didn't notice when guys were hitting on you.

When you texted him one day that you would go to dinner with some friends after college, he simply shrugged it off, until he saw his name on the screen. He tried not to let his jealousy show, but it was bubbling up inside of him.

Mason loves you and trusts you, but he couldn't help but feel like there was something more going on. And although he tried to bring it up, you reassured him that you were just friends, and he had nothing to worry about.

He tried to suppress his jealous feelings, hoping they would go away, but they only got worse. One day, when he saw you smiling to your phone, he knew you were texting your "friend".

He tried to bring your attention to him, kissing your jaw, pulling you closer to his lap, but it almost felt like you were avoiding him or something. It reached a point where he found himself snapping at you in a fit of rage and jealousy.

"Why do you always have to hang out with him? Are you not interested in me anymore?" he said, his voice rising, getting up from the sofa and walking towards the kitchen.

You were taken aback by his outburst, but you couldn't help but find it a bit funny.

You change your gaze up from the device, frowning when you looked at his pouty lips.

"No, he's just a friend," you shrugged it off and shifted in your place in the sofa, having your body completely directed to the back of the sofa, looking at your boyfriend's sulking face. "what's wrong?"

"I don't know, maybe you're never home and we never hang out together anymore, because you're always with your friend Luke" His eyes roll back as he says the guys name, and your concern is brushed off with a smirk noticing your boyfriend childness.

You get up from your sitting position, making your way towards the kitchen. "Aww someone's getting jealous" You said, pouting mockingly.

"Shut up" He groaned, walking past you to the other side of the room, bringing out a chuckle from your lips as you swayed over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his back. "I'm not jealous, I just know you too well to know you don't realise when other guys are flirting with you"

He mumbled, and you smiled against his naked skin. "you're the cutest person ever, you know that?" You chuckled and got on your tiptoes to leave a soft peck on his cheek, turning him around and looking in those beautiful brown eyes you've grown to love. "i'm pretty sure Luke's not interested in me, in fact I was texting him to find out how his date with my friend Amelie went, since he was really excited about it"

With that he realized he had gone too far and sighed, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reacted like that."

"I know, it's fine though," You said, diving into his unfairly good looking face, and leaning to place your lips on his own, a gentle kiss to which he smiled as soon he felt your lips glued to his, hands travelling along your body, founding its place on your waist.

You two stood in silence for a few moments, until you spoke up.

"I love you. You know that, right?"

He smiled at you, his heart swelling with love as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

"I love you too," he said, kissing the whole way up from your jaw to your nose, leaving a small peck on the tip.

#thats so short aaaah #football fanfic #football fanfiction #mason mount request #mason mount fanfic #mason mount blurb #mason mount fluff #mason mount #maseyfilms works

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justmeinadaze · 2 years

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Saying Sorry Part 2 (Steve X You)

Warning: Angst because I live and breathe it to survive. Smut of course <3 These two still bicker but not as aggressively as the last chapter. There's some deep diving into Steves need to impress his papa so trauma for little Steve. His dad is a dick (of course) and does pop him. Reader steps in. Cameo from Andrew again and Steve throughly beating his ass. Um, the rumors are mentioned again about the reader being a slut (which she isn't). I think that all.

Word Count: 4009

“Oh my god. I’m so excited to see this movie. Aren’t you?!”, Steve glanced at you and noticed your head was hanging. “Y/N? Are you okay? We…we can watch something else if you want.”

“No, no Steve. I want to see it to. I just…” You pouted as you leaned against the wall outside the theater door.

“Hey. You can tell me anything. You know that right?”

Your eyes meet his soft brown ones as you exhale a long sigh. “I feel bad that you had to pay for my ticket.”

“Y/N, honey.” You giggle when he calls you that. He’s never said it before and you can’t help but blush. “I seriously don’t mind. I like hanging out with you and I know things are a little hard for you right now. It’s fine.”

“I don’t want you to think I’m using you or something.”

Steve leans down wrapping his small arms around you. “Even if you were, I wouldn’t care. You’re my best friend. You can use me for anything.” You lightly punch his chest when he coyly wiggles his eyebrows.

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When you woke up the next morning, Steve was already gone.

Jesus Christ, what the fuck did I do? What if tells people? What if he makes the rumors about me worse? What do I even say to him? DO I say anything? Fuck!

That day you wondered the halls like a ghost, hoping to remain invisible. You were completely lost in your brain trying to figure out what yesterday meant if it meant anything at all. You were still so angry with Steve for everything that had happened in your past but you did miss him. He always seemed to hate you now but he followed you around the party and came over the next day to make sure you ok. Steve fucked you like how you imagined he had with every other girl in Hawkins but when you asked him to stay…he did. No sarcasm, no King Steve bullshit… He encircled you in his arms and held you to him like no one or nothing else in the world mattered.

“Fuck! Shit. I’m sorry!” While dealing with your mental crisis, you had accidently run into someone knocking you back slightly. Your breathing stopped when you realized whose hands were trying to steady you.

“Hey, um, no it’s ok.”, Steve immediately dropped his arms to his sides. “Are, uh, are you—”

“Come on, Harrington! Let’s kick some shirtless ass.” Tommy sauntered to his friend, patting him on the back before realizing you were there. “Hey Y/N! How’s my new best friend doing?” He reached out to grab your chin and you angrily slapped it away.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m alright with not. I heard from Andrew you two did enough touching the other night. That’s why Stevie here had to kick you both out of his party.”

Steve’s head aggressively turned towards his friend. Was that the rumor going around? There were people in the room when he threw the boy off you. How could they twist the truth so much and have people believe it? When he turned back to you, your eyes were full of fire.

You scoff as you push them both out of the way and head into the gym.

“Y/N! Y/N, wait.” You heard him trying to get your attention but chose to ignore him as you climbed the bleachers and took a seat, throwing your bag to the side. “Y/N, I…I seriously had no idea he was saying things like that.”

“Who cares? Definitely not you if you aren’t going to tell douchebags like Tommy the truth. Go ahead, may as well put a spin on your own rumor.”

His eyes narrowed as he glared at you. “I would never do that.”

“Lucky me then, huh? It’s ok for you to encourage them but at least you don’t spread them. No, King Steve is a gentleman.”

“Harrington! Can we get fucking started or not?”, the P.E. teacher shouted across the court. He sighed, angerly twisting away from you and heading for his team.

You tried to focus on your notes for your next class but your eyes kept wondering to the men in front of you. Steve was obviously upset as he played and you couldn’t help but feel slightly concerned for him. You had seen that frustrated look in his demeanor many times in the past. Usually when he felt like things were out of his control.

“Steven! Come down here now!”, his dad roared from downstairs.

Twelve-year-old Steve looked over at you as worry flickered across his face for a moment before he smiled. “I’ll be right back, ok?” You nodded before he slid off his bed and exited his room.

His dad voice practically shook the house as he screamed at his son. Carefully, you opened the door and walked down the hallway, leaning over the banister. The boy hung his head as his father paced back and forth.

“What am I going to do with you?! How am I supposed to trust you now?”

“Dad, I swear I didn’t—”

“Don’t give me that excuse again! Whose beer was it then?! You were the only one here yesterday unless you had that girl with you—”

“But I wasn’t here yesterday either! I was with Y/N and her family—”

His father reached out and smacked Steve across the face. “Stop talking back to me! I am your father and I demand respect!”

You didn’t even think twice about your actions as you flew down the stairs and put yourself between them. “No! Leave him alone! He was with me yesterday.”

The sound of their heavy breathing filled the room before his dad pointed his long index finger past you towards his son. “We’ll talk about this more later.” With that, he turned on his heels and stomped towards his office.

Steve roughly grabbed your wrist and tugged you back upstairs. “I said I’d be right back! Why did you do that?! I can handle him!”

“He hurt you…”

“And I can handle it!” He placed his small hands on his hips as he glared at the floor. Suddenly, he slowly felt your arms wrap around his waist.

You softly smiled in his chest as his body gradually released the tension before hugging you tighter to him.

“Steve! Focus! Come on, man.”, one of his teammates hollered at him.

“Andrew! Switch with Tyson.”, the coach instructed and you immediately sat up straighter. You didn’t even notice Andrew was in the gym. He wickedly smiled at Steve as he took off his shirt and threw it to the side.

Steve bounced the ball in front of him before shoving his shoulder against the man’s chest and running around him to make a basket. One of the other players collected it and tossed the ball to Andrew who mockingly bounced it in front of Steve.

“So, Harrington, have you heard any good rumors lately?” He tried to run around him but Steve slid his arm underneath him and took the ball from his grasp. “All that Mr. Chivalry bullshit just for the outcome to be the same.” He laughed as he tried to block him but Steve swished around him, making another basket.

“There we go, Harrington! Good job!”, the coach clapped as someone passed Andrew the ball again.

The boy’s eyes flicked towards you before glaring at Steve. “Should have just let me fuck her. At least her and I both would have gotten something out of it.”

Steve charged at Andrew’s stomach, tackling the boy to the ground as they began delivering blows.

“Harrington!” Tommy and some of the other kids managed to pull them both apart. “Walk it off, man!”

You found him a couple of minutes later, leaning against the wall outside with his hand pressed against his nose. The sound of your sneakers crunching on the ground caused him to snap his head in your direction.

“What?! You come out here to yell at me about defending you or something?! Jesus fucking Christ!” He stood up and angrily began to stalk past you but before he could you wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning your head on his chest. You felt the tension in his body slowly deflate as his hands reached up to hold you closer to him.

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“Ow!”

“Oh, don’t be a baby.”, you roll your eyes as you press the tissue towards his bloody nose. You both were sitting on bench near the gym in the hallway outside of the girl’s locker room. A smile twitches for a moment on his lips as he watches your eyes focus on his face.

“I’m sorry…that I, uh, didn’t correct Tommy. I should have. I will! I promise.”

“Thank you. I really appreciate that.” You tossed the bloody tissue in the trashcan beside you before placing both palms on his cheeks to check his features. “Well, sire, you shouldn’t have any bruising but your face is probably going to be a little sore.”

As you start to drop your hands, he immediately raised his own keeping yours pressed against him. You sighed, reaching your thumb out to caress his bottom lip.

“What about you?”, he asked.

“What ABOUT me?”

“Are you sore?” Steve’s brown eyes fell to your mouth as you smiled, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth. The sight made him chuckle but not in a mocking sort of way. It sounded like the way he used to laugh when you would watch scary movies together and you would shriek before hiding in his side. Or when you would tell him the stupidest joke he had ever heard but you were so ecstatic to tell him that he was more amused by your own reaction than the joke itself.

“Steve—” The sound of the bell cut you off as you dropped your hands from his face, quickly grabbed your bag, and he lost you in a sea of students.

He thought about you for the rest of the day, searching for your face in every classroom he passed. In the hallways, his eyes would swivel towards your locker but you were never there when he was.

“What’s wrong with you, dude?” Tommy threw a balled-up piece of paper in Steve’s direction. “You’re lucky Coach didn’t pull you from the game tonight.”

“Eh, would have been worth it to punch Andrew in the face.”

“Come on, Harrington. Asshole talks trash all the time—”

“I know but this is different.”

“How?”

“Because he didn’t have sex with Y/N. I kicked him out because he was being aggressive with her.”

“Ok, now I’m even more confused. Who cares about some slut and her reputation? Like this will make up for the hundreds of other guys she’s been with.” Steve glared at Tommy as he rose to his feet.

“Because she’s not a slut! God, how did those rumors get fucking started anyway?!” He slams his fist into the lockers behind him as he ran off towards the boy’s locker room. Unbeknown to him, you were leaning against the wall down the adjacent hallway listening to him defend you. It didn’t make up for everything you had been through these past two years but it was definitely a start.

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You snuck in just as the game was about to start, finding a spot in the back corner against the wall. Steve panted from the pregame practice, scanning the crowd till his eyes found yours. He grinned at you and you returned it with a small awkward wave. As he continued to look around, you noticed his smile faulter and followed his gaze to find his parents coming into the gym.

Your heart broke as you watched that termination ignite in his eyes that always came along when he felt the need to impress his dad.

“Steve! You did so good!”, you jumped up and down as you gave him hug, not caring that he had just gotten out of pool.

“I came in third, Y/N.”

“And? That’s amazing. Out ten kids, you placed third. Be proud of yourself.”

He smiles as he playfully pushes your shoulder. “Thanks for comin’, honey.”

You beam up at him but both your happiness’s are short lived when his dad saunters over and ruffles his soggy hair. “Ah! Maybe you’ll do better next time, son.”

Steve struggled through the entire first half of game. The other team kept swiping the ball out of his grasp or whipping around him when he tried to block them. The buzzer rang signaling half time and the cheerleaders swarmed the court to do their routine. You tiptoed down the bleachers and towards the locker rooms where you heard the coach screaming especially at him.

“NOW GET IT TOGETHER, SON! Or I swear to God, I will cut you from this team so fast—”

The door swung open and his sweaty figure came into frame as he locked his fingers over his forehead. Abruptly his foot shot out and kicked the lockers across from him as he let out a grunt of frustration.

“Well, that’s dramatic.” He jumped as he turned to look at you.

“I can’t deal with you right now, okay?!”

“I’m not here to make you feel bad or anything like that, Steve. I just… you’ve always let him get under you skin. You’re better than this. I’ve seen you play.”

“Yeah, and the fuck would you know about it, hm? Your parents don’t give a fuck about your future and what you do with it.”

“Neither do yours! If they did, they would realize how talented you are and actually be there for you instead of running away to whatever bullshit excuse your dad gives you.” As you turn to leave, you pause to face him again. “And my parents do care, not just about me but you to even though you tossed me aside to impress people who are exactly like him.”

His sneakers squeak as he jogs over to you and blocks you from leaving as he leans down to hug you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t… I’m just—”

“I know. Don’t worry about it.” You can’t help but smile when he doesn’t let you go. “Um, Steve? You’re really sweaty.”

“Oh shit! I’m sorry.”

“You got this, ok?”

“Y/N? Um, not that I mind but why are you being so nice to me? After everything I’ve done.”

“Calm down, Harrington.”, you giggle. “I’m not saying I want to go steady or anything.” You shrug as your eyes meet his. “Maybe because I’m finally seeing little glimpses of the boy who used to be my best friend.”

He smiles as he watches you head back towards the gym.

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The second half of the game, Steve made up for his missteps helping his team get ahead of the other. Hawkins won with a substantial lead and he was noted as making the most points that night.

You waited for everyone to leave the area lingering behind to allow all the students time to get to their cars and leave. To your dismay, his parents did the same thing.

“Steven! Not your best, I must say.” Steve’s eyes fell as his dad patted him on the back. His mother grinned at him as she brushed a piece of his damp hair away from his face. “This is your junior year, son. You know you have to step it up!”

“I think he did pretty well.” All three Harrington’s turned to look at you as your shoes obnoxiously banged against the wooden bleachers. “Especially during that second half.”

“Excuse me, miss. Thank you for your opinion but this is between me and my son here.”

“Oh, not a problem. I just know if I was his dad and I would be damn proud to have him as my son.” You smile in their direction before heading to your car. Thankfully everyone had left so no one would be there to harass you about what you were even doing there. As you started unlocking your car door, you noticed Steve’s parents walk towards their BMW without him.

You sighed as you watched them drive off before you felt a hand grab your arm and turn you around. Lips meet yours, startling you before you realized you recognized the taste. Steve blindly reached behind you for the door handle and you moved to the side to help as his palm held the small of your back, guiding you into the backseat.

His fingers fumbled with the button on you jeans as he finally undid them and tugged them down your legs. You smiled as you pushed him back with your palm into a sitting position and wrapped your legs around his waist. Steve grinded his hips against your center making you moan as his hand clung to the back of your neck, keeping your lips firmly pressed to his own.

You reached down, pulling lightly at the waistband of his shorts and he grinned into your kisses as he lifted his hips to pull them down, releasing his cock from its confinement. Your lust blown eyes watched as he spit in his hand and stroked it along his cock before reaching between your legs to move your underwear to the side.

Lifting your own hips, you hovered over his tip before gradually allowing him to invade your entrance. You both let out a groan of approval but something in yours caused him to open his eyes and watch your face. Your eyebrows were furrowed together as you rolled your hips, slowly allow your body to take him inch by inch.

The first time he fucked you, he didn’t give you any time to adjust as he took from you what he wanted and you allowed it. A different type of passion was in charge that evening. What was controlling him now wanted you to enjoy him as much as he was enjoying you.

Steve’s palms reached out to cup your cheeks, bringing your forehead to his own.

“Such a good girl, baby. You’re doing so well. There’s no rush, okay? Go as slow as you need to.” You whimpered at his praises, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his lips. As your hips fully connect with his own and he bottomed out inside of you, he growled, running his tongue along the side of your neck.

“You taste so fucking good, honey. Fuck…”

Steve calling you honey triggered something inside of you; memories you tried to keep locked in the back of your mind. Memories of him playfully teasing you as you giggled during sleepovers. You two walking to the diner near your house to share a meal before going to the cinema in town. Him comforting you when the kids he now called friends made fun of you.

He was too lost in you to notice the images that flashed through your eyes. Your head fell into the nook between his shoulder and neck as you grinded and bounced on top of him. His fingers tangled in your hair as he clung to the back of your head, meeting each smack of your hips with a thrust of his own.

Your arms clasped around his neck and he did the same against your back, pressing you tightly to him as he pumped into as hard as he could.

“Cum for me, Y/N. Please, baby. I’ll cum with you.”

Your eyes rolled back as you panted into his skin, nails digging into him as your body trembled and you came. Steve grunted at the feeling as your pussy clung to him before lifting you off his cock, pumping himself rapidly until ropes of his seed hit his thigh.

His head fell back against your seats, closing his eyes as he listened to the sound of you reaching forward into your glovebox to grab a napkin and clean him off. As Steve pulled up his shorts, he heard your breathing get heavier causing his eyes to flutter open and turn towards you.

You had curled your body on the opposite side of the backseat, your eyes glassy with tears you tried to hold back.

“Y/N? Are you ok? I…I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Steve, what are we doing? What is this?”, you gesture between the two of you. “I mean…even when we were friends you were never attracted to me—”

“Who says?”, he interrupted. “Who says I didn’t find you attractive? We were kids so I wouldn’t say ‘attracted’ but I always thought you were beautiful.”

“Oh, ok, Harrington. Let’s play that card. We were kids but we went on double dates together. I watched you make out with a ton of girls and I know Carlie Jameson sucked your dick freshman year. Why did you gravitate towards them instead of making a move towards me?”

“Ok, again, you keep throwing things like that in my face when you did the exact same things! YOU made out and grinded on most of the dates you brought with you even though you claimed to not really be into them. If we’re going by YOUR definition of attraction then in that case you weren’t into me either.”

“What the fuck do you mean by MY definition?”

“You’re implying that sex equals attraction and it doesn’t.”

“Oooo listen to you using big words.” Steve rolls his eyes before turning to glare out the car window. “I…I was attracted to you. You were unbearably kind to everyone but yourself. You were adorably goofy. That summer you taught me to swim, every time you jumped in you would make this silly face or quote a movie.” He smiles at the sound of your giggle. “And I guess you were cute with your stupid fucking hair and beautiful grin.”

“Hey, hey now. That’s below the belt…insulting my hair.”

Steve turns back to face you and you both genuinely laugh for the first time since you two had been close.

“You just always seemed to like the ‘pretty’ girls; long blond hair, big tits, and IQs that max out at room temperature. I just… I didn’t want to lose you by asking if you wanted to try taking our relationship further especially since, to me, there was a high chance of you saying no since I’m not like them.” You sighed as your eyes met his. “I guess it doesn’t matter. It happened anyway… you chose them over me.”

Steve looked away from you in shame. “You’re right. I’m a fucking asshole.

You reach out with your fingers and grip his chin, turning him to face you again. “Steve, what is this. What are we doing here?”, you repeat your earlier questions.

He sees you pleading with your eyes, begging for him to be the guy he used to be. The guy who took you to the movies holding your hand during every scary or action filled scene. The man who sat with you in the library, willingly letting you see how stupid he felt when it came to subjects you seemed to easily understand. The guy who brought you presents during any holiday just to see you smile, whether it was something small like a rose he stole from his house or book he saw you browsing when he went with you into town.

The boy who called you honey and sweetheart while you cried over the phone over something another kid said or to calm your worries when his dad would scream at him and he would run to your house to spend the night. The guy who fell for you the moment he met you.

“I can’t… I can’t be what you need me to be, Y/N.”

You nod your head in understanding as you release him from your grasp. “I understand.” Your eyes fell to the floor, unable to watch him as he exited your car and headed for his own.

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recklesslycaffeinated · 3 months

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hey i was wanting to write a fan fic but i haven't done one in years (it was BAD) i was wondering if you could give me a tip or two (I've also never posted anything on ao3 before just a heads up)

Confession time - this question is more than year old now.

I hang my head in shame.

The problem is, even after over 180,000 words written across three fanfics, I still feel like I'm not... qualified? To give any good advice. At least, nothing you wouldn't pick up from reading a metric ton of fanfic on A03 like I did before starting.

That being said, I'm feeling really, really guilty for not answering @arsonunderthedisco's question for so long, so here we go.

First of all, no fanfic is BAD.

I'm not sure what you thought was bad about it - but I've written more than a dozen fanfics which are just for me and they're delightful messy insert fanfics which I adore.

That being said, you'll be amazed at the readership of A03. So long as you tag your story correctly, you'll find your people. I did!

Writing

If you're talking about spelling/grammar/structure, welcome to the club. As any of my readers will tell you, my Dyslexic ass lets more than a few horrendous typos go out. I've started using Speechify to catch some of these mistakes and I 10/10 recommend it.

Conflict

Figure out the overarching, key conflict of your story you want to resolve by the end. That can be for all the characters or some of the characters. E.g. Nurse isn't brave enough to admit she loves the boys and truly commit to what that means. She has to either admit she loves them and dive in, accepting her life will never be normal, or walk away.

Each chapter set up a smaller goal or a desire of the character and by the end of the chapter, resolve or advance it. Bonus points if you can leave every chapter on a minor cliffhanger. E.g. Nurse wants to go to the funeral to pay respects to Sig and deal with her guilt. She does that (yay!), but gets into a row with Sans and now she has new guilt (boo).

Structure

Always have an outline. Even if you're a gardener who likes to let their characters dictate the story, HAVE AN OUTLINE. Or else you'll never know when the story you're trying to tell is finished.

That's why I broke up the boney brigade saga into different stories - I knew where I wanted the Nurse to be by the end of each section and it made more sense to turn them into two stories so it 'feels' complete.

Have fun!

If you're having fun writing it, your readers will know and be along for the write. Don't write drunk. Don't publish chapters when stressed. Don't write sad. Write sad things, but don't write sad. At least, don't send it out while sad before doing a re-edit.

Hope any of that helps and sorry it's taken me so damn long!

#fanfic #askme #writing is hard #i don't know what i'm doing anymore than you do

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Kalla | Choi San || Chapter 20

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Pairings: CEO!San x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers.

Warnings: dom!San, sub!reader, voyeourism, use of sex toys, bondage, dirty talk, BDSM, exhibitionism, rough sex.

Summary: She was surprised by how fast her life went from the perfect fairytale to the destructive mess it had turned into. Dealing with a cheater ex boyfriend, having to move out to a different place because the house she lived in belonged to that man she once dreamed of spending the rest of her life with, while continuously being underappreciated at work... It was as if life was telling her to stop dreaming big, to go back to her small town, Bibury, and help her parents run the small farm her family had owned for decades.

At least until she received a call from her friend.

A sudden vacancy as an assistant showed up on one of her friend's system, having her being encouraged to take that big step and apply for it. She had no hopes for it. Mainly because she didn't have any experience on the field, and she didn't comply with most of the requirements that were added on the offer -and which most of them sounded ridiculous and exaggerated for the position, making her wonder who was the freak who needed so many guidelines in order to hire someone to pick up the phone and schedule events.

Although that hotel she'd be working on was much more than anything she could've come up with.

Choi San wasn't someone easy to deal with. After his previous assistant presented his resignation letter on his desk, he felt forced to start the whole selection process again -after merely two months.

Sure that he was being way too strict, enough to find that anyone who applied for the position wasn't enough, he asked one of his friends to be in charge of the interviews and the selection of the most adequate candidate.

Little did he know Wooyoung would hire the imperfectly perfect candidate for him, sure that she'd help him in many ways other than just in dealing with the responsibilities of his position.

A new challenge will come their way as soon as she steps inside the hotel.

Y/n will have to learn how to mold onto him and deal with all his small habits and requirements, and San will find himself trying to open up and let out all those same things that turned him into the person he was.

The more she digs in Kalla and all of its secrets and exciting corners, the deeper she'll dive into San's heart and soul... Although, maybe, she won't be able to take it.

Kalla opens its doors to you, sharing the vast amount of filthy and erotic plans it offers, and that you can join with a partner... Or maybe just by yourself.

Hope you enjoy your stay.

Chapter duration: 17 minutes

Her blood froze when seeing Mingi and Seonghwa standing next to each other while they looked at them with their mouths open. San could only sigh, while closing his eyes in the most pissed off way he could, while Y/n tried to explain the situation with the dumbest excuse she could -although she only ended up moving her lips without making a sound, because no ideas came up to back them up.

—Hey, Hwa —she greeted her roommate—. Min... Mingi? —she squinted her eyes, pretending not to recognize him— Wow, is it you? I really... didn't... Wow, what are you doing here?

—We just finished having dinner at the place next door. Mingi was asking for some good bulgogi —Seonghwa explained.

—Yeah. We were hanging out and I was hungry. What about you? And, um, San?

That smirk... The little he had known him, San knew it meant bad news.

—Do you know him? —Seonghwa asked in a whisper.

—He's our boss —he explained.

—Oh... oh —his eyes opened wide at the realization—. This is an interesting development.

Y/n had to fight the urge to face palm herself, at the same time she got ready to fight the universe for involving her in such a weird situation.

—We went out for dinner. It's been a long day—San answered, poking his hands inside his pockets while his face moved up—. We just wanted to discuss some issues.

—Looks like it ended on a good note —Seonghwa mumbled, keeping his giggles low.

—It was a rough day, and it ended on a nice evening —Y/n explained—. We just ran into each other right after work.

—I had no idea you two were seeing each other —Mingi's head tilted at the contradiction—. Well, I knew. But I thought I was making shit up.

—It's... not exactly like that —San rushed to explain, clearing his throat—. We were just enjoying each other's company.

—Seems like you were enjoying it quite a bit —Seonghwa teased again.

Trying to stop him from making another comment, she gave him a playful shove. She could almost see San's desperation building up with each comment he made.

—Alright, that's enough teasing for one night. We'll catch up later, okay?

—No, we'll catch up right after you kiss again to say goodbye —Seonghwa answered.

—Yeah, and I'm definitely staying a bit more —Mingi assured her, walking next to their common friend.

Y/n just wanted to throw something at them by the way they keep giggling while looking at them, acting as if they were teenagers catching two people from the same class holding hands.

—I'm starting to think I was too soft with him the other day —San mumbled, tilting his head.

Although there was something positive behind all that teasing, and behind being caught: at least he knew Mingi would stay out of his way when it came to Y/n. At least it worked to leave clear something he wasn't able to admit through words, and even less in the workplace.

—Yeah, I'll have to agree —she twisted her lips, finally smiling when her eyes fell back on him—. Thanks for tonight.

—Thank you for tonight —he rushed to turn it upside down.

Y/n was the one who dragged him out of the office, and the one who cheered him up when he needed it the most. He was most definitely the one who was thankful for her.

Just as he stepped away after bowing for one last time with a bread smile that showed off his dimples, a figure emerged from the shadows, walking with purpose towards Y/n was soon as she was alone.

Her smile suddenly dropped, and her heart sank when she recognized the figure approaching her from afar. It was the first time she had seen such a dark and angry expression on Andy.

—What the hell is going on here?

—Excuse me? —she lifted her eyebrows, parting her lips surprised.

—Are you fucking someone else?

—You really have the balls to confront me about starting my life after breaking up, when you didn't even wait to end things with me to get someone in our bed —she barked back.

—Is he the reason why you don't want to come back? —he approached her— We've been together for four fucking years.

—Four years that you ruined —she squinted her eyes—. Can you leave? Or do I have to call the police?

—We've just broken up and you're already screwing someone else?

Her eyes rolled at that question. He for sure did sound like a broken record, replaying his only argument to get back at her for something that she didn't do wrong.

—Andy, I really don't have the energy to do this right now —she calmly said.

As soon as she attempted to leave, his hand wrapped around her elbow to stop her, forcing her to turn back to him.

—Y/n, babe. Let's talk. I messed it up...

—Shit you did —she tried to let go—. Get off me.

—Is he better than me?

That question almost made her cackle on his face. Was San better than him? She didn't even need longer than three seconds for the answer to come through her head with all the valid reasons. In a matter of a few hours, he had her desperately begging to reach her high, while with Andrew the closest she got to that was when he finally learned where her clit was. And, leaving sex aside, San at least made things clear for her since the very beginning. It was unbelievable how she perceived more loyalty from him than a person she shared her life with for four years.

—To the point of acting like a slut for a ching chong's tiny dick?

She looked at him fast, unable to believe he had just said that. Andrew had a long history of being an asshole as soon as he felt annoyed or cornered, but never to the point of slut shaming her and using a slur to defend himself.

—At least I know how to use it —she heard San's voice next to her—. It's a bit sad you have to use dick sizes and ethnicities to make a point though.

San got on his car, looking through his phone to make sure there were no pending messages or emails he forgot to work on while spending some time with Y/n, only to glance one last time where she supposedly was -just to confirm she finally got inside her place- and find her being bothered by the same man who flew kilometers away just to be a pain in the ass for her

Andy smirked, letting out a light scoff before he let go of her arm, able to confront the taller man ahead of him.

—She's my girlfriend —Andy reminded him.

—No, she's not —he sighed—. That's why she doesn't owe you any explanations —San stepped closer to him—. And if I hear you disrespecting her that way again, I'll make sure to break your jaw so you think twice before you speak. Did I make myself understood?

—So this is why you've been ignoring me? —Andy scoffed, turning to her again— For this Jackie Chan?

San's eyes narrowed, his protective instincts kicking in when he went back to addressing her. He stepped beside Y/n, meeting Andy's glare head-on.

—She asked you to leave. I suggest you listen to her and stop talking to her.

—And who the hell are you to tell me what to do? This is between me and her —he confronted San again.

—Andy, please. Just go —Y/n tried to convince him, looking at him over San's shoulder.

But instead of stepping back, he went on with his act, his fists clenched on his sides. San moved in front of Y/n, hiding her body behind his back even more, his posture calm but ready.

—She doesn't want to talk to you. Respect that and walk away.

—You think you can just swoop in and take what's mine?

His hand moved fast against San, having Y/n covering her eyes with both of her hands while she waited for the collison, but her boss moved faster. His hand trapped Andy's wrist, twisting his arm easily.

—She's not an object. She's a person, and she's made her choice.

—You don't know anything about us!

—I know you're a pathetic loser, who took advantage of someone's trust and love and now you're crawling back because no one wants to be with you after seeing the scumbag you are —abruptly, he let go of his wrist, almost making Andy stumble.

He was cold and serious, making sure her ex-boyfriend knew he meant what he was saying. He wasn't going to hear any person disrespect someone else, and get away with it so easily.

Before San could react, Andy threw a punch, hitting San square in the jaw. San staggered back, his hand instinctively going to his face. Y/n gasped, stepping forward to place herself between the two men.

Among all the insanity, their eyes instantly met when San turned to her to make sure she was alright. Her heart squeezed again after a second, when Andrew moved again, taking the chance as soon as San was distracted to land a fist on his jaw before he could completely turn to her.

—Andrew, stop! This is insane!

San straightened up, wiping a small trickle of blood from his lip. He looked at Andy, with eyes filled with determination rather than anger.

—I'm not going to fight you —he shrugged.

—Stay out of this, man —breathing heavily, his anger was still simmering—. This is between me and her.

—No. There's nothing to fucking discuss between us —she let out frustrated—. You need to leave. Now. Get on the first plane to London and get off my fucking face.

Andy looked at her, his face a mixture of anger and hurt, nodding at her words while his tongue poked his cheek. He took a step back, his eyes flicking between San and Y/n as if he was hesitating for the next move.

—This isn't over —he threatened, lowering his voice—. And you... you're going to regret this —he pointed at San.

Her breath was shaky, yet her first reaction was turning to San to check on his face after her ex boyfriend punched him.

—Are you okay? —her knees were slightly flexed, trying to see something from a different perspective—. I'm so sorry he did that.

His jaw twisted, allowing him to feel pain exactly where Andy punched him.

—I'm fine. It's just a bruise. Are you alright?

His eyes were so intimidating, yet so protective at the same time, that Y/n's stare went blank while she could only nod.

—I'm okay —she managed to say after getting back to herself—. I'm just... I'm so sorry you got involved in this.

—It's not your fault your boyfriend is crazy.

They stood in the quiet street, the intensity of the moment gradually fading. While she looked at him, gratitude grew deeper in her eyes.

—Thank you, San. For everything.

—You don't have to thank me. I'd do it again in a heartbeat —he assured her.

His heartbeat turned faster when she stepped even closer, looking deeper into the small red mark on the right side of his face, unconsciously making him move back.

—You should get some ice on that bruise —her tongue clicked after that sentence—. Come up, I'll get you something for it.

—It's okay. I'll take care of it back at home.

But Y/n didn't let him insist for much longer, dedicating one death glare at him.

—You need to put ice on it before it gets worse. And you'll probably forget when you get home —she insisted.

—Okay, okay. II guess I can go up and put some ice on it before I leave.

San smiled to himself as soon as she turned around to guide him, appreciating her concern. Their fingers were intertwined as they entered her apartment building together, with him just letting her take him whenever she pleased.

—Come on in. Let's get some ice for that bruise —she guided him, stepping inside her apartment after typing the passcode.

As they took off their shoes to walk around the house without them, they both could hear the cackles in the living room.

—Hey, Y/n. Can you ask your boss to give me a free room for next weekend? I'll be needing a good time off.

Seonghwa's voice slowly turned lower as he was aware of the taller man that was walking right behind Y/n, bowing again to the two men already inside the house.

—Well, well, well. Look who's back. And with a battle scar, no less —Mingi let out with a smirk.

—What happened? Did you two have a wild night out? —Seonghwa gasped dramatically— I swear, we only left you alone for five minutes. Have some decorum.

—Very funny —Y/n rolled her eyes—. Andy showed up again and things got... tense.

—Again? —he asked, clearly worried.

—Tense? Looks like San here got a souvenir —Mingi joked again.

He was certainly having the time of his life that night.

—Just a minor disagreement. Nothing to worry about —he tried to ease up the situation.

—A disagreement with fists, apparently. You really know how to show a girl a good time, San —Mingi winked at him.

—Alright, enough with the jokes.

—You know, it's kind of romantic in a weird way —Mingi continued—. The knight in shining armor comes to the rescue and gets a bruise for his trouble.

—I can see it now —Seonghwa played along—. Modern Love Story. How a Punch led to Romance.

—So, San, does this mean you're her official bodyguard now? Or is this just a one-time deal? —her head threw back at Mingi's comment.

—Mingi, seriously, give him a break —Y/n groaned.

—Sorry, this is just too funny to let it slide.

—You know what else is funny? —San answered immediately after— I'll still be your boss tomorrow —he was the one smiling funny then, while Mingi's expression turned a bit more serious.

Ignoring Mingi's change in attitude, Seonghwa looked at Y/n again.

—Was it your ex boyfriend again? Shall we call the police?

—I'm sure he'll give up after what happened tonight —she shrugged.

—And if he doesn't? You come and go alone all the time. You got away today because San was with you, but in any other circumstance...

—Hwa, let's leave it there —she interrupted him—. Do we have ice?

—Yeah, in the freezer —he murmured, pointing to the kitchen.

She headed to the kitchen, rummaging through the freezer for an ice pack, while San stood waiting in the middle of the living room, with both Mingi and Seonghwa eyeing him up and down from the couch.

—Let's go for a towel, and go to my room —she suggested when she joined him again.

With a nod, San just let her lead the way, walking in front of him while glancing a warning look at her friends so they wouldn't let out a comment.

—I'll go for a towel —she announced to him, leaving the ice pack over her bed—. You can wait here.

He could've just left, insisting that he wanted to go home, but he didn't want to. He wanted to roam around her room, eye up some of the small details that screamed that room was hers, while letting that stupid smile show up in his face again.

Messy. Not only for some of the accessories she didn't manage to take with her, but how some books on her shelves were piled one over the other, while some were placed vertically.

Familiar. She had a fair amount of pictures over one of the shelves, under the wrongly placed books. Some with two older people, that he thought would be her parents, that also appeared in some other pictures with a younger couple and a kid Y/n was carrying, and another one hugging to her leg. He also saw several pictures with some other women around her age, which he assumed were her friends back in London.

He couldn't help but smile at how bright and happy she looked in each one of those pictures.

Loyal. He managed to spot one picture where she appeared with one of those women again, and Y/n looked way younger, probably from high school.

San had to highlight the familiar adjective when he spotted a drawing, probably from one of the kids she appeared in the picture with.

Athlete and creative. Lower on the rack, he spotted some skating medals, and next to it a diploma that congratulated her position in an annual craft workshop.

—Spotted anything interesting? —she teased him, stepping back inside the room.

—I did, actually —he nodded—. A gold medalist?

—That was like... —her eyes went to the back of her head, trying to remember how long it had been— six years ago. I had a pretty awful injury, and had to retire.

San's hand moved away from the medal, and his playful smile dropped when she mentioned that. He suddenly felt bad for even asking about it.

—That's awful.

—Not really —she shrugged—. Fortunately, it was before I could even think of dedicating fully to it. It was tough, but it could've been worse.

—Have you ever skated since then? —he wondered, stepping towards her.

—Hmm no. I even threw away my ice skates —after wrapping the towel around the ice pack, she motioned him to sit on the edge of the table—. Some things are better off in the past —she mumbled.

His eyes turned soft with her words and her sad expression, completely omitting how cold the towel felt on his jaw as she pressed it against him.

—What? —she giggled, avoiding his eyes to focus on his lips and how they slightly curved up.

—Nothing.

But he kept looking at her, admiring each one of her features while all of her attention was on him. It surprised him how he was able to recognize she wanted to speak by the way she bit her lower lip.

—That hotel was always your plan A? —she asked, trying to follow the flow of the conversation.

San couldn't remember what his main plan was before he threw himself on a flight to the United Kingdom. He spent so much time thinking how it'd be to see his mother, that he completely forgot about himself.

—In a sense, I guess it was —he grinned.

—How did you come up with that idea?

—I have a pretty good imagination —he smirked, winking at her.

Y/n could only roll her eyes, before a chuckle left her lips.

—Have you just rolled your eyes at me?

—Yeah, so? —her lips puckered, while she bent forward to leave their lips centimeters away— What are you going to do about it?

—I bet you'd love for me to tie you up again, with your ass up in the air this time, to fulfill that fantasy of me spanking it raw —her thick gulped was the affirmation he needed—. Kitten, too many emotions for today —his fingers pinched her chin—. Take it easy. Besides, I'll rather go for a better punishment.

—You aren't going to tell me which one?

—And give you time to prepare for it? Nope.

His lips trapped her in a short yet possessive kiss, before San got up from the bed.

—See you tomorrow —one last kiss was laid on her forehead, before he made the difficult decision of leaving her place.

Despite the events of the night, it was the first time he was going back home while fighting a smile from forming on his face. Y/n just made everything way too easy, their connection was insane, and the sexual attraction between them was off the charts.

He was sure there was nothing that ruin his day. Although, obviously, he underestimated the power his father had, and how easy it was for him to make his mood change in a matter of seconds.

The happy sound from his door as he opened it was only a mask of what was awaiting for him inside: his father sitting on his couch, looking at his phone, while one leg was crossed over the other.

—I heard you had some trouble today. Thought I'd come see the damage for myself.

San felt a mix of anger and exhaustion wash over him. His father and his comments were the last thing he needed that night.

—You heard? How? You have people spying on me now? —San asked, remaining calm as he stepped inside the house after taking off his shoes.

—Word gets around —his father snorted—. You can't expect to get punched in the face without people talking.

San's eyes narrow, his frustration boiling over.

—I'm wondering when it became your business.

—When you start getting into fights and causing scenes.

San's jaw tightened, his anger bubbling to the surface.

—You're one to talk about causing scenes... Do I have to remind you why you're lonely? Why mom left you?

—Don't you dare bring your mother into this —his father's eyes flashed with anger—. She's gone, and it's because she was too selfish to think about us.

—No. She left because you drove her away with your constant criticism and control. And now you're trying to do the same to me.

—I'm trying to make sure you don't ruin everything we have left —he got up to face his son, his posture rigid—. You think it's easy keeping this family together?

—Keeping this family together? you? —San's frustration was reaching its peak— You've done nothing but tear it apart. I'm the one who's been paying the bills, covering your debts, and making sure we have a roof over our heads. You've done nothing but drag me down.

—Watch your mouth, San. You have no idea what you're talking about.

—I know exactly what I'm talking about. I've been carrying you ever since Mom left —he sighed.

—That's everything I am, right? A burden.

There he was coming with the victim card.

—Cut the show. What do you want? Why are you here? Because I doubt knowing your son got punched had you rushing to visit me.

—I only came here to spend some time with you, and make sure you're okay —he shook his head—. And all I get in exchange is getting treated like shit.

—Just say you have nowhere to stay tonight —San cut him off.

—I won't tolerate you insulting me, I won't allow this from you.

San couldn't help but roll his eyes at the way his father dramatically made his way out of his house, knowing damn well he was the only one regretting getting out of that house that night.

That'd never change. It was as if his father had a radar to know when he was doing alright to show up and ruin his mood.

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