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aftermathfanfic · 1 year ago

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Você viu essa pessoa? Filomena Cardoso Visto pela última vez perto dos penhascos ocidentais Desaparecido desde 11/03/24 Se você tiver informaç��es, ligue para 116-000

Dewey slowly removed the poster from the wall, staring at it and frowning.

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Jack stared up at Ma Beagle, her crowbar pushed under his chin, a wicked smile on her face. Around him, he could hear the dark chuckling of the Beagle Boys, no doubt plotting to bury him when this was over. His hands and feet were still strung together behind his back, and his mind was racing to string thoughts together coherently.

“…Um…” He croaked. “Could I ask to be untied before I explain myself?”

“Nah. I reckon you’re good to talk where you are.” Ma Beagle sneered. “In fact… let’s both get comfortable.”

She snapped her fingers, and one of the nearby beagles darted forward with an unfolded lawn chair. Ma Beagle sat down upon it, waiting expectantly for Jack to start talking.

“…Well…” Jack began nervously. “Credit where it’s due, you’ve… done your research. I… did used to be a FOWL agent. Emphasis on used to be!” He added quickly, in response to the chorus of jeering from his surrounding captors. “I’m not with them anymore!”

“Course you’re not! FOWL’s gone!” Snarled one of the brutes who’d captured him, the short, squat one. “Hard to be a part of somethin’ that doesn’t exist!”

“Granted, but I left FOWL long before they fell apart!” Turning to Ma Beagle, he said imploringly, “I had nothin’ to do with… whatever the hell happened at the Library of Alexandria! I didn’t know nothin’ about anyone bein’ brainwashed, or anyone plottin’ anythin’ against you!”

His accent was coming out. He cursed inwardly, knowing it was exposing his panic to her. The crime lord barely batted an eye at his desperate pleas, reaching into her purse and calmly pulling out a carton of cigarettes. “I’m hearin’ a lot of words, Fed, but I need a bit more convincin’ to know that they mean anything.” She told him, putting the roll of carcinogens into her mouth and lighting it. “You were playin’ both sides, weren’t ya? Spyin’ on the FBI?”

Jack forced himself to calm down. Fear was going to kill him, not save him. Swallowing his pride and anxiety, he answered reluctantly, “…Aye. I was their mole.”

Ma Beagle chuckled. “And you were talkin’ to me about playin’ things by the book.”

“Yeah, well… suppose you can call that ‘learning from your mistakes’.”

Ma Beagle leant back in her chair, remarking, “Trustin’ you with a job like that… how’d that happen?”

“…I was already in the agency by the time FOWL got to me.” Nickel started to explain. “I was an up-and-comer, see. I had skill and drive, but I wasn’t much more than an ambitious trainee. And a right prick, too.”

“More so than you are now?”

Jack forced himself to laugh. “If you can believe that… I joined up with this idea that I’d be servin’ America, protectin’ the people and bein’ some noble hero… only to find out that some of my buddies were takin’ bribes from the mafia and my boss was divertin’ funds to buy himself a swimmin’ pool. I learned the hard way that the FBI was no less corrupt than the cops, or the CIA, or… everything else, really. And, instead of acceptin’ that was just the way the world worked, I chose to mope around and angst about it… and that’s when Buzzard found me.

“Buzzard saw that I was clever, skilled and disillusioned – the perfect soldier for his war. He came to me and gave me this pretty speech about how the world was corrupt, chaos reigned supreme, how McDuck was the catalyst for all of it and that FOWL was here to bring order and stability back to the world. I’m sure he gave you a similar speech, he was full of them.”

“Mm.”

“Well, I was young back then, and-”

“The hell do you mean ‘young’? What, were you fifteen when they took you in?”

“I was twenty-two.” Jack replied, annoyed.

Ma Beagle raised an eyebrow. “And how old are you now?”

“Twenty-eight.”

“You look like you’re twenty-one.” One of the nearby beagles said confusedly.

“That’s the power of moisturiser, lad.” Jack retorted. “Point is that I was impressionable back then. And I’m sorry to say that I fell for it, hook, line and sinker. How could I not? It all made sense! Everythin’ McDuck does causes trouble further down the line! Pissin’ off Magica? That led to her stealin’ people’s shadows back in 2018! That space rocket he made? Led to us bein’ invaded by moon people! And Glomgold? If it weren’t for McDuck, that moron would’ve remained some nobody in South Africa! He had me sold, so I joined him.

“For eight months, I fed him and FOWL information on what the FBI was doing. I gave him case data, redirected investigations for him, I made sure that nobody in the FBI could get so much of a whiff of what he was doing. I protected the man and his followin’ of crooks, all for the perfect world he’d told me he was building in place of this one.”

Ma Beagle just looked at him impassively. “How’d that work out?”

Jack didn’t say anything. For a moment, he was lost in his own memories, remembering the humiliation he’d felt upon realising how easily he’d been manipulated. The retributive anger that had surged through him upon realising the truth.

“…Do you know what FOWL’s plan was?” He asked quietly. “For what they’d do after they took down McDuck?”

“…They didn’t have one?” Ma Beagle guessed.

“Didn’t even have sticky notes on the whiteboard.” Jack shook his head sadly. “No, FOWL’s plan for world domination began and ended with defeating McDuck, and everythin’ else was a big fat question mark, because guess what? FOWL was never established to take over the world, or to bring order to society, or to do any of that grandiose nonsense that Buzzard went on about! It was created because the old man had some unresolved childhood trauma and the man decided to play at bein’ a supervillain instead of goin’ to therapy like everyone else!”

The younger Beagle Boys backed away slightly as Jack rambled. He couldn’t help but let some old bitterness into his voice. Ma Beagle didn’t seem phased, so he sighed, calmed down, and continued, “Well… once I came to that realisation, protectin’ FOWL didn’t make much sense anymore. So, I leaked a bunch of FOWL’s info to the FBI, changed my name and went off the grid for six months before Buzzard realised what I’d done. I only came back to the Bureau after I heard what went down at the Lost Library.”

“I thought you didn’t like the FBI ‘cause they were corrupt?” Said one of the larger Beagle Boys.

“Corruption’s everywhere.” Jack replied bluntly. “You can’t get rid of it. But what I realised is that you can manage it. And that’s exactly what I did for the next three years of my career – gettin’ rid of my less scrupulous fellows and makin’ sure that the ones I couldn’t get ousted were watched very carefully.”

“How noble of you.” Ma Beagle grunted sarcastically.

Jack shrugged, casually remarking, “Well, I had to do somethin’ on the side while we were hunting FOWL.”

For the first time this encounter, Jack saw confusion emerge in Ma Beagle’s eyes. She frowned at him, demanding, “The hell do you mean? FOWL was gone.”

“Yeah, McDuck beat ‘em!” Shouted one of the Beagle Boys.

Jack laughed again. “No, McDuck beat Bradford. Sure, he knocked down FOWL’s figurehead, left ‘em crippled, but once his family was safe, Scrooge did what he always does – retreat back to his Duckburg bubble and leave the rest of the world to figure it out. FOWL still existed in splinter groups and rogue agents, and it wasn’t McDuck who put them all behind bars. It was me.

“I knew all of FOWL’s hideaways. I knew who the bigwigs were and what they’d do in a power vacuum, and I caught them all!” Jack bragged, speaking with confidence now that the Boys were listening to him intensely. “Steelbeak, Phantom Blot, Rockerduck, all servin’ life sentences in Washington State prison!” He gestured to the FOWL document that Ma Beagle had thrown at him. “That dossier that you caught me on? I had it released to the public. I… had to scrub my own records from it. For my own protection, of course. But apart from that, it was completely undoctored. And do you know…”

Jack leant forward toward Ma Beagle, saying, “In that dossier – and you can check it out for yourself – FOWL had written up a list of magical relics that McDuck had been gathering over the years. Items of untold destructive power, arcane superweapons, all at the fingertips of the Richest Duck in the World.”

“…The names you had me look at.” Ma Beagle said in realisation.

“Exactly!” Jack exclaimed. “I couldn’t just let that knowledge slide… but I couldn’t exactly go and arrest him neither. The dossier’s info on these things was incomplete, and mostly speculative. There was no proof that McDuck even owned them. But I knew he did. And I knew I could prove it. My bosses were reluctant to approve my investigation – McDuck’s not someone you can just fuck around with – but they were hardly going to refuse to the man who brought in the most prolific terrorists in America!

“After that, I came here and set up my investigation. I got one of my informants to slip McDuck a bit of info on this magic cloak, hidden in some Middle Eastern ruin. Figured he’d take the bait to get back into his old habits, and so he did. I’ve been watching him ever since, waitin’ for him to slip up and once he does…”

“You’ll do what?” Ma Beagle questioned him.

Jack smirked. “Well… if the dossier was correct, some of these items are the magical equivalents of an atom bomb. Once I’ve got proof that he has one of these things, definitive proof that he has something magical and dangerous, I come down with a warrant and thirty guys to search that house back to front. Only for that one item, of course, but once we find one, we find the others.

“We charge him with hoardin’ weapons of mass destruction, concealin’ them from the US government, hell, we could hit him with plottin’ against the government if we wanted to. And sure, maybe he won’t go to jail in the end, or not for very long, but he’ll be ruined. His reputation will be shot to pieces, he’ll have to spend a fortune in court, and all of his fancy magic relics go from him to the government, where they belong! The man will never be able to adventure, ever again.”

“…Alright.” Ma Beagle leant back, peering at him suspiciously. “Here’s my question – why? If you’re not a FOWL stooge, why go after McDuck?”

Jack stared at her like she had asked him to explain what was wrong with murder.

“Because he’s Scrooge McDuck!” Jack cried. “Buzzard might have been full of shite, but he was absolutely on point about McDuck! The man flies across the world nickin’ treasures from other countries, hoards magic and superweapons like some doomsday survivalist, hiring lunatics to build robots and time machines and all kinds of insane nonsense-” He strained against his restraints, hissing, “The man takes his nephews to ruins filled with deathtraps! Brainwashes them into believin’ his own insanity when they’re as young as ten! That’s not the work of a hero, or whatever the papers have made him out to be, it’s the work of a bloody megalomaniac!

“I mean-” Nickel spluttered in fury, forgetting he was a prisoner for a moment. “Think of all the chaos and destruction that Magica and Glomgold have caused! Neither of them would even exist if it weren’t for McDuck! And at the end of it all, does he try to make up for what he’s done? Does he use the money he’s made to help people, or to change things? No! He just goes back to his mansion, throws some token amount of money at the problem, and acts like none of it matters! Like he’s above it all! The man is greed and selfishness incarnate!”

He ran out of breath, panting as the Beagle Boys around him stared at him in shock. Even Ma Beagle had been stunned into silence by his outburst. Jack took a deep breath, then straightened himself as much as he could, trying to regain his composure.

“…I love this country.” Jack told her quietly. “But it’s built on a mountain of problems, and McDuck symbolises the worst of them. You want to know why I’m doin’ this? It’s because I want to do something that’ll change things for the better.” He shrugged, adding, “Someone has to.”

Ma Beagle didn’t say anything. Her cigarette was resting in her fingers as she peered at him, a pensive frown on her muzzle. Any number of thoughts could be going through her head, and it was all Jack could hope that mercy was among them.

Finally, she gestured at one of the nearby Boys. “Cut ‘im loose.” She muttered reluctantly.

The thug approached Jack, whipping out a folding knife from his belt as he knelt down behind him.

“Let me make this clear to you, Fed.” Ma Beagle declared as the knife started to saw through his bonds. “The only reason I’m lettin’ you go is because you’re more a threat to McDuck than you are to me. But you’re only foolin’ yourself with your good-cop bullshit. You already know that you can’t beat Scrooge by the book. That’s why you pulled that stunt in his brats’ school. Fact is, in order to bring him down, you’re gonna have to get your hands dirty.”

With a snap, the ropes broke loose. Jack winced and nursed his wrists where the rope had been rubbing against it, then began to stand up.

“When that time comes…” Ma Beagle continued, stepping up to him with a scrutinous glare. “…are you gonna be a man? Or are you goin’ to be a mutt?”

Jack glared back down at her, trying to assert some measure of authority over her. He patted his jacket down to confirm what he already assumed, then turned to the crowd of Beagle Boys.

“Whoever stole my phone and wallet, give ‘em back.” He requested them exhaustedly. “I need to call a cab to get home, and a tow truck for what you did to my car.”

Ma Beagle scoffed, a smirk returning to her lips. “Lead him out, boys.” She ordered, turning back around with the cigarette in her mouth.

With that, the boys grabbed Jack by the arm and started to drag him out of the junkyard.

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It was decided, in the end, that the family would delve into the castle in the evening, with the rest of the day dedicated to whatever one pleased. Donald had opted to spend most of his day relaxing in his motel room, quietly napping away the day. Scrooge spent his day resting too, saying that he had somehow thrown his back out in his sleep. That left the kids with the entire town to explore on their own.

Truthfully, there was not much to do in Galinha. The town was small, with the only tourist destination being the one they’d be going to later this day, though they still found some amusement. Wandering around the back streets and scaling the rough cliffs and hills that enclosed the city. Goldie didn’t make another appearance, to May and June’s satisfaction, and their day as a whole was quite pleasant.

Towards the end of their exploration, as they were walking through one of the side streets of town, Dewey slowed down and stopped as he noticed a poster, plastered on the alley wall. He’d seen these things all over town, but now that he was getting a good look at it, he found himself stopping to read it.

The poster was dominated by a picture of a young, smiling duck girl with brown feathers and messy black headfeathers. She looked to be around the same age as him. Around the photo was blocky red text that read,

Você viu essa pessoa? Filomena Cardoso Visto pela última vez perto dos penhascos ocidentais Desaparecido desde 11/03/24 Se você tiver informações, ligue para 116-000

Dewey slowly removed the poster from the wall, staring at it and frowning.

“Looks like a missing person poster.” May commented when he showed to the group later, hanging around a soccer field on the town outskirts. “Filomena Cardoso… I guess that’s her name.”

“Is that when she went missing?” Dewey asked, pointing at the date. “The eleventh?”

The others bunched around the poster, sitting in a circle on the grass. Louie peered at the sentence near the bottom, then confirmed, “Yeah, ‘Missing since the eleventh of April.’ That was over a week ago.”

“You speak Portuguese?” June inquired.

“Nah, Spanish.” Louie corrected her, shaking his head. “Portuguese crosses over with it sometimes, but that part there’s the only bit I can understand.”

“You speak Spanish?” Webby asked hesitantly.

Everyone turned to look at Louie. He faltered for a moment, then muttered uncomfortably, “Uh… yeah. Through an online course.”

“…Why Spanish?”

Louie exhaled sharply, then answered frustratedly, “I dunno, I guess I just felt like it.”

Dewey looked between Webby and Louie, the tension blindingly obvious. Knowing that the next question would be ‘when did this happen’ and ‘why keep it a secret’, he wondered aloud, “Isn’t this weird, though? A missing person in a tiny little town like this?”

“I mean, a little, I guess… But stuff like this happens all the time.” May pointed out. “What got you about this one?”

“I dunno, I just… I don’t like seeing people in trouble, you know?” Dewey told her. “And something about this girl being missing, maybe even hurt… it doesn’t feel right to me.”

“It’s because she’s pretty, isn’t it?” Webby deadpanned.

Dewey stared blankly at her.

“I-I mean, she is pretty, but that’s- that’s not why-” Dewey stammered. “I mean, come on, guys! There’s a mystery here! What happened to her? How’s she been missing for a whole week?”

“I think she just ran away from home.” May countered. “It’s not uncommon.”

“To where? There’s nothing but grass and rock for miles!”

“She could’ve had an accident.” Louie suggested. “I saw some kids scaling the cliffs around here. It isn’t nice to think about, but…”

“They would have found a body by now.” June pointed out, frowning. “Dewey’s right, there’s something weird about this.”

“You know what I think? I think this chick’s been kidnapped.” Dewey declared. “It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

The kids were quiet for a moment. May sighed and folded her arms, asking, “Okay… so what do we do about it?”

“We find her.” Dewey responded, without a moment of hesitation.

“How?” May asked flatly. “We go to the castle tonight and head back home tomorrow morning. How do we find the time to solve a missing persons case?”

“Uh…”

“We could convince my dad and Uncle Donald to let us stay here a bit longer.” Webby answered, jumping to Dewey’s rescue. “They could even help us!”

“This sounds good to you?” May asked with a raised eyebrow.

“What? We’re McDucks!” Webby exclaimed. “Saving people and beating bad guys is what we do! And you can bet that whoever abducted her is some world-class creep who deserves to be punched!”

“Yeah, like, think of what her family’s going through!” Dewey exclaimed. “If police haven’t found anything, after a whole week, then it’s gotta be us!”

“I dunno, man.” Louie muttered, visibly uncomfortable. “I feel like this is too dangerous.”

“How could it be any more dangerous than the stuff we’ve done before?”

“Uh…” Louie stumbled for a response. “…Okay, I don’t have a good answer for that. It’s just… we’re not superheroes, Dewey. Or cops. Right now, we’re a bunch of foreigners. This isn’t our business, and we’re not gonna be thanked for poking our beaks into it.”

“I’m with Louie.” May agreed. “We’re not going to find anything the cops haven’t already found, it’s just stupid to insert ourselves into this.”

Dewey looked down at the ground awkwardly, then turned towards June, the only one who hadn’t thrown her opinion into the ring. June seemed to flounder for a moment before saying timidly, “Um… I mean, if we find anything that could help, we should pass it on, but… I think May and Louie are right.”

“…Yeah. I guess so.” Dewey mumbled, looking down at the poster.

Webby looked around at her family in disbelief. “We can’t just do nothing!” She exclaimed. “That girl-!”

“Webby, this isn’t our country!” May said exasperatedly. “When we get back to Duckburg, we can solve all the kidnappings you want, but playing ‘white saviour’ is not gonna help anyone!”

“That isn’t what I’m-” Webby spluttered. She looked around at them again, then conceded reluctantly, “Look, I’ll let this go if you guys don’t think it’s a good idea, but I don’t feel okay ignoring someone in trouble. That’s all.”

“Yeah, well, the right thing to do doesn’t always feel good.” May replied. She pulled out her phone and checked the time, saying, “Ah, shit, it’s getting late. We should head back to the inn.”

“Yeah. Don’t want Scrooge taking off without us.” Louie joked as they left.

Webby and Dewey hung back for a moment, sharing a conflicted look with each other. Dewey sighed, folding the poster and putting it in his jacket. Then, they both followed after them.

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It was around six o’clock when the family arrived at the castle. The sun was setting behind the walls of the fortress, casting a long shadow over the McDucks as they stood before the open archway where the castle’s portcullis might have once stood. Before them lied a vast courtyard, similarly draped in darkness, with not a soul in sight. To anyone else, the scene might have been too ominous to consider approaching.

“Flashlights, kids.” Scrooge ordered.

One by one, the kids turned on their torches. Scrooge and Donald passed the threshold first, leading the kids as they entered. The girls stuck close to Donald, who was carrying the rope, first aid and other supplies in his rucksack, while the boys hovered around Scrooge.

Castelo de Cristo was a far cry from the fantasy castles of yore. The inner courtyard was largely unworked dirt, rock and grass, bordered by a low stone wall only ten or so feet high. Flashlight beams swung back and forth across the castle yard as they scanned the area, with the only protruding elements being a couple of boulders and a single stone building. It very much felt like it was merely a medieval military camp, rather than a place where people had lived in.

“So… we’re looking for a secret entrance, right?” Louie asked.

“Aye.” Scrooge replied, his eye peering through the darkness ahead. “A trapdoor, secret lever, anything. The original builders of this place wouldn’t have put the idol where anyone could find it.”

“I don’t know…” June questioned as she searched, speaking a little louder so she could be heard by everyone. “There have been tourists in this place all day. Wouldn’t something like that been found by now?”

“Never underestimate a good hidden door.” Scrooge replied. “If it’s built right, it can stand undetected for centuries! You could search the same place for hours and never-”

“Found it!” Dewey called out.

Everyone rushed over to him, looking over where he was pointing his light. The door of the building was ajar, leading into what seemed to be a small chapel. In the middle of the floor of this structure, they could see that a trapdoor had been raised, old stone stairs leading down into a tunnel.

“Curse me kilts!” Scrooge growled. “Goldie’s already here!”

“How did she find the entrance before us?” Donald demanded.

“She has her ways. Come on! We haven’t got a second to lose!”

“Great…” May muttered as the team rushed forward. “I was afraid this would be about us for a moment.”

The steps descended down into an unlit hallway, cobwebs strung between the ceiling and the walls, and a musty earthen smell hanging in the air. They crept down the corridor in double file, Scrooge and Webby taking the lead, the boys walking in the middle, and Donald and the twins watching the rear.

They didn’t have to walk long before the corridor ended at an old wooden door, featureless and unremarkable. Webby and Scrooge stopped five or so feet before it, sharing a look with each other before kneeling down and inspecting the area around it.

“…What are you doing?” June asked curiously.

“Doors are the most common places to put a trap.” Scrooge replied as he inspected the floor before him. “Most adventurers see a door and don’t think twice before openin’ it… ah, here.”

He pointed at one of the flagstones directly before the doorway, saying, “This one here. This is a pressure plate, I’m sure of it.”

Webby knelt down to inspect the stone closely. “Hmm… Do you think Goldie would’ve disarmed it?”

“Knowing her, probably not. Just watch your step around it.”

“So… what, she just left it unmarked so we could trigger it?” May asked concernedly.

“Oh, don’t go thinkin’ less of her for it.” Scrooge replied casually. “She knew we’d stumble upon it.”

“Yeah, I don’t feel like that’s something you should leave to chance.”

Stepping around the pressure plate, Webby gingerly pushed open the door to the next room, and the family made their way inside. This square-shaped room had two passages that branched off to the left and right, both indistinguishable from one another. Against the wall of the room was a stone altar, draped in a decaying, moth-eaten cloth runner.

“…Hm.” Scrooge looked between the two paths, frowning. “Alright, everyone look for tracks. We need to know which way she went.”

“Wouldn’t Goldie be just as lost as we are?” Dewey asked.

“Maybe, maybe not. I’d prefer to know where she is either way, so I can get me guard up before she backstabs us.”

“Urgh.” Louie groaned as the family began to search the room. “The one time Huey’s track-finding skills would’ve been useful…”

Scrooge remained at the altar, inspecting the old stone table carefully. He noted the empty alcoves behind the altar, where once might have been statuettes or crosses. He inspected the empty candlestick holders, seeing nothing of interest, and lifted up the runner upon it to look at the surface underneath it. No sign of a hidden compartment or mechanism, which disappointed him. Altars like this were usually a good spot for something like that.

“Hey, Mister Scrooge?” June piped up after a moment. “Does Miss Goldie smoke?”

“Not since our Klondike days, no.” Scrooge replied, turning around. “Why?”

“Well, then, this probably wasn’t hers.”

June stood up from the passage she’d been investigating, picking up an old cigarette butt as she did. Everyone else gathered around to take a closer look.

“…Ew.” Dewey scrunched up his beak in disgust. Then, he said in realisation, “Wait, but then that means…”

“Someone else has been down here.” Donald quacked worriedly.

“That cannae be!” Scrooge proclaimed. “The book that Goldie stole was the only source that details the location of the idol! Nobody else should know about this crypt!”

“Well, someone clearly does.” Louie murmured.

June flicked the old butt away, a thoughtful frown on her beak. Webby turned to Scrooge, asking him, “What now? If someone else is down here, they’re probably after the idol too.”

“Or they’re guarding it.” June suggested quietly.

Scrooge frowned, thinking to himself for a moment.

“…We keep goin’.” He decided. “But carefully and quietly. You found that thin’ down this way?” He asked June, pointing down the corridor with his cane.

“At the entrance, yeah.”

“Then this is the way we’ll go.” Scrooge declared, stepping into the hall. “Donald, you take the lead with me. Everyone else, stay behind us. There’re eyes on us now.”

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polskasroka · 1 year ago

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Ghostober Day 2

Welcome to Day 2 of Ghostober created by @kroas-adtam!

Pairing: Copia/Rain

Main tag(s): Tail Play

Additional tag(s)/cw: a little bit of Teasing and Begging

Word Count: 1151 words

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“Rain,” Copia called after the ghoul before he managed to leave his office, making him turn around to hear his Papa out. “Don’t go just yet. I, uh, I’d like to check something. Come back here.”

The water ghoul tilted his head to the side in curiosity and soon stood on the other side of Copia’s desk, just where he’d been before. He watched Copia get up from his chair and obeyed the command to take his shirt off, puzzled as to what it all meant and was leading to.

Having folded his black shirt and put it on the desk, he waited for anything else that his Papa could’ve wished for. As Copia stood behind him, he was fighting off his anxiety with the trust that he had for the man who’d summoned him, believing that he wouldn’t hurt his ghoul.

Rain shuddered when Copia laid his gloved hands on his speckled shoulders and traced the teal and silver spots with his fingers. Even though Rain’s skin was always covered in a layer of mist, he could still feel the roughness of the leather against his skin. He then exhaled shakily when Copia’s hands slid lower and ran down along his dorsal fin, touching it gingerly once in a while. The water ghoul didn’t look back, for he realised how flushed his cheeks already were and he didn’t want to embarrass himself, although he knew that such a reaction wasn’t something to be ashamed of when it was caused by Copia.

“P-Papa…” Rain mewled when Copia’s hands reached the waistband of his pants. “What are you…?”

“Don’t worry, tadpole,” he shushed the water ghoul. “Lay your hands on the desk. You can grip it and scratch it if you need to.”

Unable to form a coherent answer, Rain nodded and put his hands on the hard surface, just as he was asked to. He swayed his tail from one side to the other and tensed up for a while when he felt Copia undo his belt and pants. In order to soothe his ghoul a little, Copia placed a kiss on his shoulder blade, causing him to chirp sweetly and shiver as he slid the creature’s pants down his legs to let them pool at his feet.

Rain could feel himself getting harder as his Papa laid his hands on his hips and stroked a couple of circles there with his thumbs. Copia then caressed the fronts of the ghoul’s thighs and slid his hands to the back. While he kept one of them near Rain’s tail, he moved the other between the imp’s legs. Rain bit his lip at that and an indigo blush settled on his cheeks and shoulders even more.

Since Rain still didn’t know what exactly Copia wanted to “check”, he revelled in the feeling of his Papa brushing the rough leather against his stiffening length, then along his balls and taint to finally reach his entrance that was already wet. The water ghoul pushed his hips back to feel more pressure against the rim, huffing at the imagination of what Copia could do to him now.

“Papa, please…” He sighed a bit more wantonly than he intended.

“Not like that today, tadpole,” Copia whispered into the ghoul’s ear and gently ran his hand along Rain’s tail. He rubbed the teal skin with his leather-clad fingers, only to have Rain purr quietly underneath his touch, squirming to get some friction against his asshole. “Tell me, is your tail sensitive?”

“It is but not… there,” Rain said, his voice strained. He shifted even more, spreading his legs and sliding the tip and the middle of his tail out of Copia’s hand.

“Where then?” Copia smirked, his fingers wandering closer and closer to the right spot.

“A-at the base,” the ghoul gasped when said fingers began stroking that exact area of his body.

The roughness of the gloves only added to the already overwhelming sensation of having his tail played with. Copia drew circles on the skin there, altering the amount of pressure that he was applying. Rain moaned at that, the sound unrestrained and new in its tone, one that Copia had never heard from him before.

Rain’s thighs trembled and he grew fully erect when Copia stroked the underside of his tail, mercilessly pressing his finger into the juncture between the base of his tail and the cleft of his ass. It made the ghoul stand on the tips of his toes as he inhaled shakily and leaked a bit of precum out of his cock. He then stood back down on his feet again, intensifying the pressure and feeling how arousal dripped out of his ass and down his thighs.

The sight and realisation caused Copia to grunt and continue pleasuring his ghoul that way. He once again altered the way of touching Rain’s tail, eliciting a whimper of disappointment, since the underside was the most sensitive part of the overall sensitive base. Rubbing against any other spot there only kept Rain on edge, with his claws now buried in the wood of the desk, and his hard shaft twitching as slick kept soaking Copia’s other glove. That slight pressure against his hole was also doing wonders, making Rain sigh and chirp each time he earned himself a stroke against his rim.

“You amaze me, tadpole,” Copia mused, sliding his finger to the underside of Rain’s tail again, making him jerk and groan loudly. “So responsive for your Papa. You deserve a reward now, no?”

“Yes, please, Papa! Just d-don’t stop, please!”

“You’re going to cum just from that?”

“Yes, yes, just, don’t stop, Papa, I-” Rain bit his lip again, his whole body flexed and trembling, his eyes closed and his breathing rapid.

“Will you do that if I touch you here?” Copia asked slyly and pressed his finger hard against that one sweet spot, circling it in relentless motion.

“Yes, Papa, there, I- Oh! Papa!”

The desk creaked underneath Rain’s grip and claws and he stood on the tips of toes again as he came, spilling over his belly and covering Copia’s hand in the slick running out of his entrance. He shuddered as Copia led him through his climax, gradually lowering the pressure against his tail, eliciting satisfied chirps and little moans from Rain’s lungs. After a couple of waves of bliss rolled through his body, the touch against his tail started to annoy him and even cause pain. He winced but forgave Copia for not knowing that that area could become overstimulated as well.

“Papa, stop, please,” he whimpered and hung his head down.

Copia complied and soon neither of his hands were on Rain.

“Thank you, Papa.”

“Thank you, Rain. You’re a magnificent creature,” Copia said softly, watching Rain’s weary and still heaving form.

“C-can you, please, hold me, Papa? I’m afraid I c-can’t really…”

“Of course, sweet little tadpole.”

#kinktober 2023 #ghostober 2023 #ghost fic #the band ghost #ghost the band #ghost #my post #nameless ghouls #rain #rain ghoul #papa emeritus iv

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Dude, I freaking SQUEAKED when I read that breeding line lol! Slowly becoming a dog toy for this ghost clown apparently, but hopefully he’ll chew on me for a while 😂 But yeah, I can see him acting more cocky when he was a teen to put out a persona that he’s a lot stronger than he actually felt (People who are insecure about their own strength or wish that they had someone who would’ve protected them from harm or want to protect others going through similar situations wind up trying to become buff and man is he BUFF), but most of it was fake to survive. When he separates himself from his old life to start fresh, he probably doesn’t want to hide who he actually is anymore, but still stays at least guarded because he fears rejection and getting hurt in multiple areas. I think his time playing the role of Sunny Day Jack was the only time he was the closest to being himself (kind, caring, sweet, charismatic, funny, maybe even a little flirty and calm) but look where that got him. Shot twice in the head by who knows, but it’s enough to solidify that being himself is the worst thing he could possibly do. Honestly, I think the positive traits of Jack ARE Joesph, he just doesn’t see it himself (of course it more amped up and slapped with a child friendly filter, but it’s still there). I can’t wait to see how you deep dive into this more in that Jack and Rory fic! GOD I love psychology lol. Speaking of, it’s understandable why Jack hasn’t been using what he’s learned from that psychologist because it wasn’t targeted towards helping Joesph and his trauma, it was based off the psychology of CHILDREN. Sure, he uses some of what he learned on his sunshine because we all are just giant kids on the inside, but with how vast the field of psychology is, you can’t just mix trauma therapy with child care. It’s like telling a doctor you have a scrap on your knee which they treat, but they don’t realize the main issue is that your leg is broken. It’s not the psychologist’s focus and therefore Joesph didn’t receive the tools or information used to specifically help himself, if that makes sense? I know I probably said it weird, but as someone who went through counseling for years for one thing, but the main issue wasn’t addressed to them so I didn’t receive the tools that would’ve actually HELPED me. That’s only because I wasn’t aware of it and he could’ve been in a similar situation too. Don’t know anything’s wrong if it’s seen as something normal. Do you think Joesph was sub-leaning because it’s what he’s used to or do you think he does enjoy it? I can see a lot of his experiences with sex not entirely being healthy or based off fear (will this blowjob be enough to pay off his rent? Can he order that burger from McDonald’s if he tries harder to please them with his dick? Will they give me love and attention if submit to them completely?) so I’m not entirely what a healthy Joesph would look like sexually. But I didn’t think about how Jack is so heavily a dom because of his experiences as Joesph. It’s such a crazy parallel honestly! Oh! I do want to mention that on the discord, the people who talked about bdsm test before mentioned that those test results are based on both Jack and Jacktor, so there’s some food for thought. Then again, I could be mistaken so don’t take it to heart! Desperate sunshine with desperate Jack leads to some very DESPERATE sexy times with heated kisses and lots of heavy petting I imagine. I think that’s definitely where the primal side truly shines, but that guy must have some earth signs in his birth chart that man’s patience is THROUGH THE ROOF. Me? I’d probably try to rip clothes the moment I’d get the chance or become a babbling mess. But him? Freaking man can STILL form coherent sentences even before he busts a load. He can still lose himself in the moment (his ahegao face and body language is a clear giveaway of what he TRULY wants. Such an expressive guy), but holding himself off long enough to let his sunshine finish first makes me believe that he’s a monk more than a clown!

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lmao I said that exact line to one of my friends once and she was like "how many clients and partners have you said that to?" Turns out online domming can make for some good lines~

Yes, exactly!! You get it!! He's just been doing whatever he can to survive and get any scrap of love and attention he possibly can, he's not a bad person! In terms of the subbing stuff, I definitely think that when he was doing survival sex work, he was often forced into a dominant role. People see a tall, strong, handsome man like him and just assume he's dominant. So people would pay him to dominate them. Which I feel like is why he'd prefer to sub with someone he loves. He wants to be the one who feels small and not in control. He wants to hand over power to someone else and let himself be used. He likes to submit because it makes him feel good to be useful to someone else! He'll dom, sure, but usually it's because his partner wants it and he wants to please. Submitting feels more deeply, authentically him. And it's a side of himself that he's not given the chance to really explore very often. Getting praised or degraded or manhandled or ordered around, they're all things that help him feel less Big And Scary, that let him be vulnerable.

And like... that vulnerability, both by being submissive and by opening up while he plays the role of Jack. Well, that might very well have been what got him killed. So when he becomes Jack, of course he's gonna fall back on domination. It's something he knows he's good at, it's a place where he feels he has control. He wants the power he lacked as Joseph. Even when he was dominant as Joseph, he never had true power, and that's what Jack craves.

Oh Jack has insane patience and self control. Which, given that his whole thing is moderation, kind makes sense. He knows that the payoff is better if you wait and make sure everything is set up perfectly before you act. So he can wait as long as he needs to get his Sunshine completely wrapped around his finger. He can hold himself together while they fall apart for him, and then use that as leverage to make them want him more. And then once he finally has his Sunshine for certain, that's when he can let go and lose his composure.

#sunshine #asks #🎃 anon

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deannagrey · 2 years ago

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Team Players: Chapter 33

Two Months Later

Despite the air being cold, I tugged off my tie and unbuttoned the top of my shirt. Henrik was still inside for his interview—which was taking just as long as mine did.

It’d been a difficult couple of months. Going to the Dean was as hard as I thought it’d be. And everything that followed was equally grueling.

The department took sides. And the guys who worked with Stoll felt betrayed by me and Jack. Which, of course, was their right. I didn’t blame them one bit because, like Jack said, there was nothing black and white about this situation.

As I waited for my friend, I kept scrolling through my text thread with Aderyn. Once I read every message by scrolling up, I read them in chronological order, scrolling down. We hadn’t spoken in person since that day she gave me the papers. I made sure to give her space even though there wasn’t a day that went by when I didn’t think of her.

I usually had to stop myself from texting her about something I knew she’d find funny or interesting. After the day in our driveway, I only messaged her once to check in. She responded with a simple, ‘fine’ and I knew to leave it at that.

My feet often carried me to our meeting spot outside the gym and I wouldn’t know what I was doing until I was halfway there. I hung out at Harry’s long enough for one of the managers to ask me if I wanted to fill out a job application. And on one of my bad days, I found myself reaching for her after a nap, and my chest felt hollowed out at realizing she wasn’t there. She might never be there again.

“Hey,” Henrik greeted, coming down the stairs of the front office.

I straightened and pushed away the sadness that’d snuck up on me. This would get easier, I just had to give it time. I’d never been this down and out about a girl. I hated this new territory.

“How did it go?” I asked and fell into step with him.

The campus was covered in a light coat of snow. Holidays were over but the sidewalk traffic wasn’t as dense as it was at the beginning of the semester. Henrik and I made our way toward the student center to grab a late lunch.

“Tried to coherently respond to questions I didn’t know the answer to,” Henrik said as he readjusted his tie. He always looked the most comfortable when he was dressed up. “They asked if I knew who gave you the printouts.”

I scoffed. “Of course. What did you say?”

“That it was anonymous like we agreed.”

“Thanks.” Before going to the Dean, we all had to decide on what we wanted to share and keep quiet. Bringing Aderyn into the conversation didn’t seem necessary and didn’t feel right. Her family was already going through drama with the investigation. If they found out she helped, then that made this process all the more difficult for them. I wanted her to have the option of whether to tell her folks or not.

“And of course, they’ve stressed that we’re done for the season,” he shared. “With their continued apologies on the whole matter.”

I let out a dry laugh. “I know suspension of the season was to be expected but I can’t help and feel this is a wildly broken system.”

“You don’t say?” Henrik said, sarcastically. He opened the door to the student center.

“I do,” I joked, following him inside.

It was warm in here and more crowded than outside. Henrik offered to get in line for the food while I tried to find us an empty table. Almost everything was taken. I nearly gave up before finding two empty seats at a half-full table.

“Hey, do you mind if I…?” I stopped when I recognized Kaya and Mary.

Surprisingly, Kaya didn’t scowl when she laid eyes on me. She didn’t smile either, but the neutral expression felt like progress. Mary greeted me with her usual perky wave.

“Hey, Sam. Long time no see.” Mary moved her bag, so it wasn’t hanging off the back of the empty chair. “You should join us.”

“Thanks, but I don’t know—”

“Ryn’s not on campus today,” Kaya said, point-blank.

I laughed, trying to cover up my disappointment. I wanted to see her. Just a glimpse would be enough. Or, it would have to be enough.

“How have you guys been?” I claimed the seat next to Mary because she was the least likely to bite my head off.

“Alright considering well… everything.” Mary waved her hand because I knew. “Our season’s shot, too.”

“I heard.” I felt awful about it. They’d worked hard to get where they needed to this semester. All that momentum went to waste.

“We’ll be better next year, though.” Mary sounded sure and winked at her friend. “Our team will be stronger for it. You guys will, too.”

“Right,” I agreed even though it didn’t feel like it. I’d come to Mendell because I thought we’d win championships. And now, with senior year approaching, we hadn’t won one.

I caught Henrik scanning the room in my peripheral and waved him over. His eyes widened a bit with surprise at my choice of seating. But by the time he got close enough, the shock was wiped from his expression.

“Hen!” Mary greeted when he was close enough.

“Mary, it’s good to see you.” He smiled at her and set down my food in front of me. “Kaya, you too.”

Kaya gave him as warm of a welcome as I got.

“You guys should come to Zeus tonight,” Mary suggested. “A ton of us are going to celebrate the end of the season.”

“I don’t know if celebrate is the right word,” Kaya mumbled.

“Well, I’m not going to say mourn. I don’t think we should get too sad about it,” Mary argued. “I think what’s happening was meant to happen, you know? It’s the universe shoving us all in the right direction. Who knows what would’ve happened if Mendell made it to the playoffs? Maybe one of us would’ve gotten injured on the ice. Or our bus would’ve crashed when going to a game?”

Henrik nodded as he started putting dressing on his salad. “I like that outlook. Makes the burn of it all sting less.”

“Or maybe now that we’re sitting on our asses and not practicing at the arena, we’ll get caught in a campus building fire or get hit by one of those go-carts the maintenance guys whip around in,” Kaya argued.

“And the burn is back,” I teased.

Mary and Kaya exchanged glares, but I could tell from the slowly creeping smile on both of their faces they weren’t actually upset.

“We are celebrating.” Mary drummed her hands on the table. “Both teams at Zeus tonight.”

“We’ll be there,” I said. My guys needed a morale boost. Everything—understandably—had been doom and gloom since the suspension. A night getting drunk with no need to be up for a five o’clock workout sounded perfect. We could pretend we were average college students for once.

“Ryn will be there,” Kaya warned. She met my gaze, studying my response like she would report back any red flags.

I forced myself to give her a calm smile even though my stomach started doing backflips. “Great.”

Kaya raised a brow. “Great? That’s all you got?”

Henrik tried to hide his chuckle by taking a bite of food. Mary gave Kaya an actual glare this time.

“Wonderful,” I tried. “It’ll be good to see her.”

Kaya didn’t look impressed but still let me off the hook with a simple, “I bet.”

***

Zeus was a popular club that sat on the edge of town. The two-story black building had a rooftop pool and boasted to attract some C-list celebrities now and then. It was an eighteen-plus club, so most of us had to get our hands stamped if we forgot our fake IDs. Lincoln already had his twenty-first, so he pretended to need distance from us once we got inside.

“Want me to sneak you some shots?” he teased.

“I’m good for tonight.” I waved him away, already anxious about seeing Aderyn.

The girls had texted us a few minutes ago saying they were already in the building. I spotted Jas and Mary on the dance floor. A few others were mingling with older guys. Aderyn was nowhere to be seen.

Old me wouldn’t have cared about finding her. I would have taken Lincoln up on his offer and then, tried to flirt with one of the many beautiful women in the room. Now, no one was appealing. I wanted her husky voice, her rolling eyes, and her mocking smile.

I pushed my way through the throng of people, deciding to check the second floor. There were even more people up here but still no Aderyn. Without her, I didn’t think I’d stick around for long. I moved to the balcony’s edge and placed my hands on the steel railing.

Get it together, Sam.

She was just one girl. One human in this sea of people.

Yet, I couldn’t get rid of her. I didn’t want to. Aderyn was in every corner of my mind. Everywhere I turned I had this silly hope bubbling in my chest that she’d be around the next corner. I missed her filling up space with her laugh. Missed seeing her eyes sparkle when she was determined for something to go her way. And her commentary on things I’ve never given thought to. She saw so much I overlooked.

I tilted my head up to the sky, breathing the cold air in deeply. I appreciated the burning in my lungs. Finally, I was in pain from something other than her. As I took deep breaths, I heard a familiar laugh in the distance.

Stop it, I willed my brain.

I heard the laugh again. This time it was clearer and closer. My mind played a lot of tricks in the past few months but could never replicate Aderyn’s pitch. I turned around to see her and Jack a few feet away. Thankfully, they were far enough so I could wipe away my painful expression in a heartbeat. I blew out a breath, half to calm my nerves, half because of how in awe I was at the sight of her.

Aderyn’s smile came easy and so did her amusement with whatever Jack was saying. I couldn’t take my eyes off her in fear I’d miss the subtle tilt of her neck when she laughed. Or when she bit down on her lip to let the other person talk before getting her two cents in. Man, I even missed being interrupted by her.

Jack was the first one to see me and he said something that made Aderyn look over. I expected her to hang back when he started over to me, but she followed him. My hands began to shake so I hid them in my jacket pockets.

“How’s it going?” Jack asked. He looked like he didn’t have a care in the world. When he came forward about being a part of the gambling scheme, he got a warning that his probation would be longer than the team's. It could even raise to a longer suspension that kept him out all next year. It took courage for him to do what he did.

I was the first person he went to after hearing the news. Devastation didn’t begin to describe what he was feeling. We’d talked it out and he was more open with me than ever. I’d never considered Jack a best friend, but we were closer now. We understood each other more which was why I didn’t think he was trying to rub his obvious relationship with Aderyn in my face. Despite that, I still felt a twinge of jealousy with how close they were standing.

“Alright.” I nodded, trying not to stare at Aderyn. “Crowded night.”

“This place is always pretty packed,” Jack said. “Want to help settle a bet?”

I raised a brow and couldn’t avoid Aderyn’s gaze any longer. She met my eyes too. There was a small smile on her lips. Before coming over here, she’d been laughing. Now, she looked like she was fighting off a wince.

It was the hardest thing to go from sleeping next to someone to feeling like a stranger. I knew how sensitive her skin was behind her ear. How to make her moan so much that she buried her face into my neck to keep quiet. How to get her to beg me for more. And now, she stood opposite me and couldn’t look at me for any longer than a few seconds.

“Depends on the bet,” I said, awkwardly.

“Girls versus guys,” Jack said. “On the ice.”

I raised a brow, intrigued. “When?”

“Now,” Aderyn spoke up, and to be expected, her voice sent a wave of longing through my body. “We figured since we’re done for the season and won’t see who’s an actual champion in the league, we’ll have to go against one another flat out. That’ll show us.”

“You want to play a full game tonight?” I asked, amused. “How are you planning to get access to the arena?”

Aderyn scoffed, throwing me that knowing look. I’d fantasized about that look daily. I was a wreck. How did she do this to me in a few months? It killed me that she was so unaffected.

“We don’t need an arena. We’ll find a lake. Play like most of us used to as kids. I figured we all could use a reminder of where we came from and why we love playing. It’s not just for the audiences,” she explained.

I smiled at what she said, and she returned it. For a moment, it was just us and I saw her. Saw that she was starting to become who she wanted to be.

“I’m in,” I said, voice low because it still felt like only both of us were in the room. Aderyn raised a brow, possibly hearing more meaning in the words. On the other hand, Jack was completely unaware.

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll round up whoever I can find.” He squeezed Aderyn’s shoulder before leaving. I tried not to feel some type of way about how his hand lingered.

Aderyn and I watched him disappear into the crowd. I shifted my weight from one foot to another as she took a slow, steady drink from her cup.

“I heard your team finally finished interviews,” she said, meeting my eyes. Her voice sounded so formal.

I hated how stiff my neck felt when I nodded. “Earlier today.”

“Good.”

“How have you been since…everything?”

She gave me a one-shoulder shrug. Someone accidentally bumped into her, sending her closer to me. I grabbed her elbow to make sure she was steady. For a moment, we were a breath apart. Her lips parted like she was ready to say something. I tried to get words off my tongue but nothing came out.

I should have let her go. She’d found her balance again. My hand remained wrapped around her, though. Despite her thick layer of clothes, I could feel her warmth. At some point, I started to lean. My nose almost touched hers when she cleared her throat and pulled away.

I brushed my hand over my lips, trying my best to not look like my chest didn’t feel like it’d caved in.

“Sam—” she started.

“I should go grab my car,” I interrupted. I couldn’t hear another rejection right now. She’d done what was best for her and I couldn’t have been more proud. Now, I had to do what was best for me.

“I’m the designated driver,” I explained.

Her eyes widened. “Really? Samson Morgan’s not drinking and flirting his way through the bar?”

I shook my head, trying my best to smile at the well-meaning teasing.

“New leaf,” I said. “Next chapter.”

She made an impressed noise.

“See you at the lake.” I turned to make my great escape.

“Don’t hold back,” she called before I got too far.

I froze.

“Don’t hold back, Morgan,” she repeated herself, assuming I didn’t hear her the first time.

“We’ve been meaning to figure out who's really the best,” she teased. I turned around just in time to see her smile. “I don’t want you guys saying you held back. Give us your all and once we win, I expect no sore losers. One last round to prove ourselves.”

There was the snark in her voice that I loved. The daring quirk of her brow. The perfectly wonderful smile that revealed her perfectly wonderful crooked canine tooth.

“You got it.” Before I knew what I was doing I was back in front of her. Aderyn’s brows raised when I didn’t leave much space between us.

“Could I…” I raised my hands, hovering before getting permission to cup her face. “Just one last time?”

She nodded numbly. Her dark eyes were full of surprise. “Okay.”

I kissed her. At first, her mouth remained frozen on mine. Before I could panic about this being a mistake and pull away, she began to relax into my body. I parted her lips, wanting to memorize her taste.

The kiss lasted longer than I’d planned. I got wrapped up in the feeling of her. Touching her soothed my pain. Aderyn's hands on my chest made me wish with every part of my being that she’d pull me close like she did when we kissed before. But there was no tugging or moaning for more. As soon as I pulled back, that was it. It was over. This felt like more of an ending than when she left me in the driveway. Because when I finally pulled away and let go of her, she didn’t say a thing. She didn’t reach for me when I turned to leave.

I walked away. There was nothing to say on either end. Nothing more to do for one another.

All we had left was a game to win. And teams to lead.

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Rhys made no attempt to hold Roland in place once the initial outburst had been hissed in all its glory. He was more than happy to let Roland pace through the worst of his residual irritation following a meeting as pointlessly infuriating as the most recent one clearly had been. “It doesn’t make sense,” Rhys sighed in frustration, taking a final drag from his cigarette before crushing it underfoot to fold his arms across his chest and watch Roland curiously, still trying to figure out exactly what it was that they were dealing with here. “All this over… what? A few visits here and there? I mean, sure, maybe we took a few liberties here and there with the timing now and then, but it’s not like we were obnoxious about it, right? Not enough to warrant a meeting. That’s just absurd.” Casting his gaze off to scowl at the greenhouses, Rhys sighed heavily and tried to keep his thoughts ordered. “As you said, what’s with the double standards? Why do these punishments – these threats of dismissal – only happen to befall you and, by association, me? Doesn’t make sense if you ask me. Sounds like the rest of the council is pulling these grand plans for discipline out of thin air. Why weren’t you or I privately addressed beforehand? Would that not have been preferable? Sensible? Fuck, even the decent thing to do?” Clicking his tongue with a disapproving sigh, Rhys forced the worst of his frustrations to the back of his mind and recentred his focus on Roland, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied the vampire. It came as no surprise that the meeting had failed to reach a coherent conclusion. “Well, of course it didn't reach any kind of fruitful end. Given that the entire meeting was based upon the most ludicrous premise imaginable, I’d be more surprised if they had somehow managed to reach a conclusion. Thank God they didn’t. Right now, you and I need all the time we can get to piece together some sort of credible defence should they decide to push this any further. Although why I haven’t been asked to speak myself yet, I don’t know. Seems a little odd, no? If this is about the two of us, surely we should have both been offered ample opportunity to give our side of things.” A plan to keep the two of them separated didn’t sound great and Rhys made no attempt to keep his displeasure hidden as he heaved a sigh.

8Rhys’ attention snapped sharply upwards at the mention of his beloved magic consultant and he watched Roland with a look of pure incredulity for a moment until he forced himself to accept the truth of the accusation. All things considered, it wasn’t exactly surprising to know that Seth had been the driving force behind this specific brand of disaster. What was less expected, though painfully apparent now, was just how involved Nahim had gotten. He’d seemed disinterested in anything related to Roland during their conversations during their various consultations and sessions so far – how long had Nahim and Seth been hatching this plan for? Rhys took a small step back as the broom suffered the worst of Roland’s ire, watching the scene unfold with a quiet sigh as he cast his attention back to the looming silhouette of the castle from afar. Lifting a hand leisurely, Rhys’ restoration magic gently pieced the broom back together after a beat and nestled it against one of the greenhouses away from any further harm before moving to close the gap between himself and Roland to wrap both arms around him from behind, resting his chin on Roland’s shoulder as he swayed them slowly in a feeble attempt to lessen Roland’s anger. “It’s awful, I know. It’s less than ideal. But we’ll find a way around this, okay? We’ll make this work. I highly doubt they’ll dismiss you over this. I can talk to Nahim privately, see what his angle is, see what we can do– even if it feels like it, it’s not the end of the world, I promise. This is just a minor inconvenience.”

Roland was furious. Two hours of his life wasted for what? Because Seth didn't like him and Nahim was trying to establish his position by attacking older council members? Clearly there was more there and Nahim was acting on some petty slight. Roland saw no other reason for it as with his continued interactions with Rhys and now this Nahim was clearly trying to get to him, the snake. A whole council meeting about his relationship! Preposterous. They'd barely had enough people there to call it a meeting yet Raphael and Nahim had continuously hounded him and for what? Spending time with his lover? He was practically incandescent with rage and had obviously needed to inform Rhys of the nonsense during the meeting, ignoring anyone who tried to draw attention to how much he'd been texting. He'd paid enough attention to all the nonsense. Thankfully Quin had been there but it was still absolutely ridiculous.

As soon as the endless bullshit had finally wound down, Roland had let Rhys know and they'd agreed to meet at the greenhouses. He had walked out of the council chambers, barely, but as soon as he was in the hall he'd used his speed to get to the greenhouses and get to Rhys as quickly as possible, his expression a mask of fury. Not directed at Rhys, obviously, the arm around his waist already helped and he slid his own arm around Rhys, stealing his cigarette with the other hand and taking a much needed drag before returning it to him, barking a bitter laugh at the question. "I am not okay, not in the least. Two hours of being belittled, attacked, ganged up on, condescended to, and threatened with dismissal all for what? Because I dare spend time with the person I love?" He shook his head and pulled away, too agitated to stay in one spot and needing to pace. "They dare put us under a microscope when everyone in this castle bends the rules and fucks whoever they want whenever they want to, whether it's during working hours or not? Putain de merde!" He wanted to break something and he paced restlessly and viciously, gesticulating with his hands and tossing his hair back though he stayed near Rhys. He belatedly realised there were questions he hadn't answered and shook his head, though his pacing didn't stop. "No real conclusion from the meeting itself though I'm sure there will be some kind of follow up designed to keep us from seeing each other. I certainly did not keep my outrage at a socially acceptable level, why should I faced with such audacity? It should never have been a meeting at all! What concern is it of theirs?" He shook his head as he spat the words, lip curled in a sneer. "I can't gauge the level, not yet. We'll have to see what the fallout is. This apparently started with your darling Seth, by the way. He asked Nahim to bring these concerns to the council instead of just talking to you about it. It seems he's ratcheted his dislike and disapproval of me up several notches, to the point where he's trying to ruin our lives over it!" It was perhaps a dramatic statement to make but that certainly seemed like the case. Roland snatched up a nearby broom and snapped it in half with his bare hands, hurling the pieces at the nearest wall with a snarl, eyes blazing.

#int -> roland. 09.#( rhys is TRYINGGG <3 )

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fantastic-bby · 3 years ago

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Pairing: Seonghwa x Reader

Word count: 1043

Genre: Romance | Gang AU

Summary: Seonghwa would never get on his knees for anyone... but you're not just anyone to him.

Warnings: Gang involvement | Gun involvement | Implications of cheating

Masterlist | Buy me a coffee?

[21:38]

As Seonghwa stands in front of you, you realise that now, with a gun in your hand and ten others being aimed right at his head, that he may just be way stupider than you had originally thought.

“I told you never to step foot in this building ever again,” you spit as your arms cross over your chest.

“And I told you that I’d never stop trying to get you back,” he argues without missing a beat. Seonghwa’s eyes remain glued to yours even when one of the many men in the room press the barrel of his gun to the back of his head.

“You’re so fucking dumb, Hwa,” you scoff. As much as you’d love to admit that he’s being extremely rash—which is completely unlike him—and also borderline suicidal with the way he had barged into your base without much of a plan and only a gun with fifty bullets, you can’t help but also see just how far Seonghwa would go just for you.

“It’s stupid and you know it is,” Seonghwa starts, “I told you that nothing in this world could keep me away from you and, for once, it feels like God is on my side.”

“God definitely wasn’t on your side when you decided to fuck Sex-on-legs from the bank, now was He?” you counter.

You’re a person who holds their ground well, stubborn almost, but Seonghwa knows you have every right to. And the fact that you never falter when you’re determined is what he loves the most about you.

This man has tens of thousands of men all over the world who are listening to his every command, waiting for any order that Seonghwa gives out. He’s definitely not stupid.

No, God no.

Seonghwa is smart and he knows he is. That man is powerful and he knows that he is. He also knows very well that he’s more handsome than most and that fact alone makes him want to vomit.

But you never cared about his status or his looks. You just liked the fact that Seonghwa cared about you enough to actually kill for you. You liked the fact that Seonghwa would do anything to make you feel loved and you liked the fact that you could trust Seonghwa not to fuck the next moving object just because he felt like it—you liked falling in love with him.

Every little thing you’d learn about him was just one more thing to love him for. He never failed to remind you just how much he loved you. He never failed to remind you just how safe you were in his arms. God forbid anyone tried to stand in his way because Seonghwa never failed to put a bullet in the skull of anyone who tried to hurt you. But from one boss to another, you knew that it just wasn’t safe for the both of you to be as in love as you were because love blinds you. Especially when Seonghwa was once one of the most wanted bachelors in the business.

And when you come home to Seonghwa begging you that he fucked up, it was a drunk accident and that he knows that there’s no way he can ever make up for it, you didn’t even argue. You didn’t even take your belongings. All you did was turn around and leave, sheltering yourself in your office for the night as you tried to gather your thoughts into a coherent mass in order to make a decision.

“Apologies will never make up for what I did to you, (Y/n),” he continues when you seem to be giving him time to speak. “And I know that I don’t deserve you, but god please. Give me one more chance.”

“How am I supposed to know that you won’t just do it again?” you raise an eyebrow.

“You have every right to shoot me in the balls if I do,” Seonghwa states. You stare at him for a moment. Breathing out slowly, you take a step closer towards him.

He’s a man of pride.

“Show me how much you love me, then.” It’s a simple order, but you know what extent Seonghwa would go to in order to prove anything to you.

Seonghwa’s expression falters for a moment, but he doesn’t hesitate to fall to the ground on his knees in front of you. His gun is slid to the other side of the room and under the boot of one of your own goons. You almost lose your composure right there at the sight of Seonghwa completely submitting himself to you in front of the people who follow your every word.

“I would never get on my knees for anyone else and you know that,” he says softly, “you know that I am a prideful man. I would never get on my knees for anything; even if it meant saving my people. But you’re everything to me, (Y/n). I would scrape my knees on the ground if that’s what it takes to love you. I would put myself in a burning building if it meant being able to hold you in my arms. Throw me around like a dog and I’ll still come back as loyal as ever, my love. I’d marry you right here, right now, if you’d let me.”

You feel yourself keening at his words. Seonghwa always knew exactly what to say; which is why you had actually made your decision long before he even stepped foot in your office.

“Get off of your knees,” you order, to which he complies instantly. “Never get on your knees for anyone ever again,” you scoff.

“Only for you, my dear,” he chuckles.

“I’m a fucking fool for this, aren’t I?” you sigh as you step even closer to take his hand. Seonghwa immediately wraps the other around your waist to pull you closer.

“I must be an absolute idiot for doing what I did to you then.” He raises your hand to his lips and presses a kiss to your knuckles. “I’ll do better this time, (Y/n), I promise.”

“Try that again and I won’t hesitate to destroy your chances in having children.”

“I trust that you will.”��

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onmyyan · 2 years ago

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I’m sick so let’s do some sweet HC’s about who I’d love to take care of me😫🤚🏼❤️

So Dick immediately freaks out, but that panic is quickly followed by the thought of “omg I can take care of her?!?” And his babying mode is activated

He’s torn between laying beside you, holding a cold rag to your head and face, cooing over how small you look like this, how good you’re being for him, or briefly leaving you to sprint to the nearest pharmacy, buying everything he can get his grubby paws on. (Thanks for that platinum card Bruce)

Ultimately his need to be near you wins over his protective urge to make sure you have every possible medication, so he orders the stuff online, gives the poor delivery boy the meanest glare if he’s even a minute late, and is soon glued to your side once more.

He hand feeds you the soup Alfred brought over, blowing over each spoonful with a comical amount of care, he has that saccharine smile on his face the whole time, of course he’s not happy your sick!! He’s just thrilled to be able to care for you, to show you exactly why he took you home in the first place! He can’t even think about the possibility of you not having him here- so he doesn’t.

Instead he hushes your pained whines, brushes the hair from your face and continues to nurse his baby back to health.

In a rare coherent moment you jokingly call him your little nurse, the next morning he’s in full costume, cute little hat and all.

Pro!Bakugou has definitely calmed down in his aging, he’s still the same quick mouthed shithead we know and love but he isn’t so reactive anymore, he thinks everything through until the best solution is available.

That is of course except when it comes to you, yeah all rational thoughts go poof.

You’ve come a long way in your relationship, he felt secure enough in it that he’d started taking longer shifts, bigger missions, something he’d forgone for the “Adjustment period” you’d went through, he knew you needed to get that oh so important bonding time in before he’d feel comfortable leaving you unsupervised.

So naturally that’s when shit hits the fan

The cameras he’d installed throughout the home you two shared have never been so useful, something had told him to check on you and when he did he stopped dead in his tracks, you were sprawled out on the kitchen floor, a broken glass of water had pooled around your form a few inches away.

He took to the sky instantly, leaving behind two confused sidekicks. His brain was running a mile a minute as he speed through the sky, he’d never moved so fast in his life.

You were in the process of getting some water when your fever got the best of ya, you were prone to feinting when you were sick so this wasn’t too alarming, what was alarming however, was your 6’3 husband bursting in the door so hard the little glass panels on it shattered.

He looked wild, his hands were still smoking by the time he swooped you in his arms, the hot huff’s he’d been breathing into your neck were the only sounds for a few seconds.

“What the shit happened huh? You okay baby? You can’t scare me like that- fucking hell.” He was nervously rambling, not giving you a chance to answer as his hands inspected every inch of you.

Being a hero was his dream, but you came before everyone and everything. Queue him spending a week off making absolutely sure you were okay, makes the best food to help you get better, being that you can’t taste shit this is the only time you’d eat his food at his spice level, something he’d enjoy if he wasn’t so busy worrying about you.

You’d spend your days in bed, being absolutely pampered, he’d only ever leave your side to cook and even then the clingy bear of a man would have you on the phone, even if you weren’t talking he needed to hear you breathing. <3

Jason (Friday the 13th) is my BABY- anyway he is the sweetest murder machine you’ve ever seen. My interpretation is based on the latest Friday, in that one he’s more of a woodsman/hunter who’s only killing to protect his territory.

All that being said he doesn’t really get sick, he knows something’s off because you’re not following him around like his shadow, he never liked you to stray too far from him as he had booby-trapped the ever living fuck out of the campgrounds.

The cabin and its immediate area were safe, but you still liked to cling to him as he made his rounds, the only time he didn’t entertain it was when there were those pesky trespassers 😠

On a typical day he’d wake a good two hours before you do, make sure your sleeping soundly, then go about his first rounds, check his traps, and more recently, he’d water the small garden you’d started. By the time he was done you’d be up and ready to start your day with him.

So when he began the daily routine of making breakfast for the two of you, he was confused at your absence, by this point you’d be helping him set the table, but you were nowhere to be found.

He’d made it a point to lighten his footsteps, knowing if he hadn’t he’d be shaking the cabin with how fast he made his way to your shared room.

The gentle-only-for-you-giant was about as tall as the doorway, so he had to duck his head a bit to get in. Once he was there he all but falls to his knees by your still form on the bed. You’d curled into a ball, sweat beading on your forehead, his large hand came down to feel the skin there, only to pull back, his deep brown eyes would hold all the worry in the world, he knew you shouldn’t be that hot.

Jason has this connection to his mother, so strong he can still hear her long after her departure from this plane of life, and she always knew what to do, especially when it came to you.

“You must keep her cool Jason, lots of water and soup!” He’d hear her say as if she was in the room with you, and like the good son he was, he’d listen to her instructions diligently. You’d awaken with the behemoth of a man petting your hands, his head resting gently in your stomach as he sat in worry.

His love language was acts of service and this was the perfect chance for just that, so be prepared to be treated like a doll well after you’re better, heaven forbid some idiot decides to trespass, because he takes it as a personal affront to you, they’re taking him and his attention away from his baby😠😠 so whoever it is gets it extra good, I’m talking pieces of them everywhere it’s so romantic <3

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere dc imagine #yandere slashers #yandere dick grayson #yandere bakugou #yandere bnha #yandere headcanons

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uncouth-the-fifth · 3 years ago

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Happy 100 followers🥳🥳🥳

Can you write a fic w the prompt 371 with Robin and a shy shy VERY SHY s/o??🥺🥺🥺

I like that most of your fics have an of confidence to y/n but I'd rather have her extremely shy pls

371. "You have a voice and body like an angel. I'd fuck you from behind, but then I wouldn't get to see those pretty eyes," with Damian Wayne.

ugh, i never realized that before! almost all of my readers are super confident, so i should try and mix it up more. thank you for the prompt!! happy 100 🥳 some sex pollen fun for u!

After hours of blood testing, surveillance, and fear, Damian was finally released to go home with you. Poison Ivy was officially in custody. Though Damian was confident that she hadn't dosed him fatally during their latest battle, Dick and Tim had coaxed him to take the precautionary tests anyway. Ivy’s usual toxin came up, which they had dozens of cures for in the cave. Bruce let him return home after being dosed with one, but asked that you keep an eye on him - not like you wouldn't already.

You could sense how tired Damian was. The fighting had lasted through the night, so the testing had brought you both to morning. The moment you shut the door of your apartment, you touched Damian's back. "Tell me if you feel any different, okay? I'm worried about you."

"I'm immune to hundreds of varieties of poison, beloved," Damian scoffed, shoving off his coat. He planted a soft kiss on your temple. "You don't need to worry."

"...I'll do my best," you replied, wary.

You had some things to do around the house, so you asked Damian to crash in the living room instead of the bedroom to keep him in sight. The night's events had apparently rattled him, because he twisted and turned under his blanket, grunting to himself. An hour passed with this routine. Damian would sigh and struggle to fall asleep, and you'd pause your tasks to run your fingers through his sweaty hair. He was only relaxed with his head in your lap, curling his cheek into your touch and blinking slowly at you.

"Talk to me," he murmured.

"About?"

Damian closed his eyes under your hand. "Anything. I... like your voice." He hummed to himself, brows gently furrowed, "...And your hair... your eyes..." he swallowed, "...your body."

Rendered bloodless by the compliments, you couldn't help but comply with Damian's request. It was always hard for him to fall asleep, and even harder for him to sleep well, so your heart ached for him. You talked about anything you could think of. What chores you had to do this week, how little you wanted to do them - bland things, like the dishes and clothes shopping. When you got to the part about the bras you were thinking about getting, Damian perked up.

"What kind?" He cleared his throat.

"Something cute," you shrugged. "You, um, r-ripped my favorite lace one, so I'll have to find something more durable? Something that looks just as nice."

"Mmn..." Damian's voice was thick with something dark. He sat up suddenly, turned over on his hands, and faced you on his knees. One broad palm squeezed the softest part of your thigh. “I adore you in lace,” he panted, pupils huge and black as the night sky, “the way those tiny panties wrap around your hips... I-I can’t resist myself. Just thinking about you in those cute little clothes makes me want to fuck you like an animal...”

“D-Damian!” You yelped. He’d never said anything like that to you before. Stunned words popped into your mind, but his hands caressing under your waistband made it impossible to speak.

“Say my name like that again,” he hissed. Damian crawled over you like a panther, dark and sexual. One huge hand viciously pinched your jaw and squeezed it. “You have the voice, the body of an angel - I’d fuck you from behind, but then I wouldn’t get to see those enchanting eyes.”

You braced your hands on his shoulders, nails digging into his nude back. It was embarrassing how wet you were at just a little praise. “Damian... t-the toxin, it could be—”

All the energy in the world seemed to surge into him. Damian’s plump mouth kissed and nuzzled your neck. “I took the antidote already. Don’t worry, my love.” The fingers playing with the edge of your pants suddenly plunged in, cupping your damp, clothed core and practically singing, “This is only a side effect...”

His warm tongue drew and sucked circles into your throat, which instantly melted into his touch. You should be trying to be reasonable, but the power of Damian’s voice washed over you like a spell, and the slow, methodical press of his fingertips to your clit sealed the enchantment over you. Damian had you captured.

“Won’t you be a good girl and help your boyfriend feel better?” Damian drawled, wetting his fingers in your cunt. “I need you, Y/N... p-please, I’m so hard for you...”

He wasn’t lying. As your dance slowly reclined deeper into the cushions, you could feel his cock hardening against your leggings. Damian pulled himself out only when he knew you were watching, and pumped himself slowly, poorly, like he couldn’t bare to do it without you. Your cheeks burned with heat. You knew from experience how good Damian’s cock felt in hand, the weight of it meant for your touch and your touch alone. You drifted your fingers around him and Damian mewled, thrusting so hard into your touch that his sweatpants fell around his legs.

“C’mere,” you relented, and Damian crashed his lips so deeply to yours that it flattened you to the couch.

He tore down your leggings so you could wrap your legs around his middle. Damian pulled your bodies flush and curved his back, giving you both room to enjoy how you jerked the other off. With a throaty moan against your tongue, Damian sawed his cock between your folds and into your fingers, wetting the fabric of your panties. A boiling wave of heat locked your legs in place. Madly, Damian rolled his thumb around your clit, his voice keening into your ear with every circle, “So fucking beautiful... So fucking good for me...”

His enthusiasm made you desperate. Spitting a foamy circle of drool into your palm, you coated Damian’s sensitive shaft and lathered him as best you could. Damian’s jittery hips did most of the work, bucking his cock into the soft, sticky tunnel of your hand. You kissed like you were fighting, biting at the other’s lips and claiming each other's mouths with wide swipes of your tongues.

If you upped your pace, Damian would meet it. When you pumped him faster, Damian snapped your panties to the side and melted his fingers inside you. That was as coherent as the touching got. Everything else was primal instinct, wanting to touch and wanting to be touched. Damian’s free hand caressed your belly, grabbed your thighs, groped your breasts through your shirt, spasming for every inch of skin it could find. His mouth was the same, wildly claiming your moans until his lungs burned.

You came together, laboring for breath and trembling from head to toe. Damian pushed your shirt over your belly and came across it with unrestrained bliss, and you squeezed around his fingers, wound up like a toy box until Damian set you free.

But just as soon as his fingers drew away from your cunt, they closed around your thighs, pushing your knees against your chest and spreading your legs for him. The toxin’s side-effects had a greater hold on him than you thought - Damian was still rock hard, his girthy, wet tip playing with your pulsing folds.

Before he filled you, Damian uttered a single low order:

“Moan for me.”

#damian wayne/you #damian wayne/reader #damian wayne x you #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne smut #damian wayne x reader smut #damian wayne #user uncouth

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justathoughtfulangel · 2 years ago

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I'll Wait ~ Kai Parker One Shot

*not my gif

Pairings: vampire!Reader x Heretic!Kai; bestfriend!Damon x Reader (platonic); ex-boyfriend!Elijah Mikaelson x Reader (not pictured)

This IS a reader insert fic; I just don’t like writing with Y/N in the place of names. Use Rosalie/Rose as a placeholder for Y/N :)

Requested: No

Word Count: 1,338

Warnings: drinking (but other than that this is pretty much straight fluff)

Description: Can someone put a timeline on a healing heart? Could someone wait for love until the end of time?

Rosalie's POV:

“Half the length of the relationship.” Caroline chimed in, tapping her fingers against the wooden table. I shuffled some fries around in the basket, my appetite close to nonexistent. “Well, if we’re going with that, I’m screwed for the next seven months.”

Damon slid into the booth beside me, swirling the Grill’s bourbon around in his glass. “5,000 drinks. No more, no less.” His eyes gleamed at me teasingly, and I pushed the basket of fries aside, turning to look at him. “You really want to be chiming in on this discussion on how long it takes to get over an ex, Mr. I-was-in-love-with-a-maniacal-doppleganger-for-a-century-and-half?” I noted the furrow of his brow and laughed. “That’s what I thought.”

Stefan glanced back and forth between us, staying awfully silent through all of this. I supposed he’d be the most knowledgeable. He watched the girl he loved fall for his brother. I wondered how long it took for him to get over Elena. Did he have some sort of time frame? Something I could look forward to? Was there a clear answer to the number of days I’d have to survive before it didn’t hurt anymore?

Of course, there wasn’t. This entire conversation was ridiculous. Sighing, I tapped Damon’s shoulder, gesturing for him to get out of the booth so I could leave. “Where are you going, Rose? I just got here,” Damon whined but got up to let me leave anyhow. “I’m going to the bar. Let’s see if this 5,000 drinks theory has any truth to it.” He let out a small victory cheer, tagging along after me.

I ordered eight shots of vodka, barely getting started. Matt was bartending, and thankfully, he didn’t question it. Damon almost always had a glass of bourbon in his hands, but he was never drunk. Vampires needed a lot more alcohol than humans to get going. Five drinks for us amounted to one drink for them. This was going to be a long night. Hopefully, by the end of it, I wouldn’t remember anything.

Kai's POV:

The Grill was all but empty when I headed in. Since I’d helped the Mystic Falls gang keep the Heretics and Lillian Salvatore in the 1903 Prison World, they’d graciously allowed me to live. Of course, if I wanted to, I could kill them with a flick of my wrist. Unfortunately, I was trying to be nice and make friends. Murder didn’t exactly fit into that equation.

My eyes landed on Rosalie. There was a long line of shot glasses scattered in front of her, and she was glaring at Damon. It was one of her favorite things to do. I loved glaring at Damon, too. As I walked closer, I heard her scolding Damon over how long he pined for Katherine.

“Don’t you tell me I have to get over Elijah. You’ve got no right, not when you scoured the globe trying to get Katherine out of a tomb she wasn’t even in. You had decades. I deserve at least a few days of grieving a relationship.” While talking, Rosalie pounded back three more shots. She was still coherent, which was impressive. I was hung up on her words. She was grieving a relationship. Was Elijah out of the picture?

Deciding it was time to make myself known, I took the empty seat between them. “Well, hi there.” Damon groaned, and Rosalie glanced at me from the side of her eye but said nothing. I got a half-hearted wave in greeting from her and watched her drink two more shots. “I think you’ve had enough, Rosalie.” The blonde idiot pulled the bottle away, but her angry look made him stop in his tracks. “You know what, Matt? Leave the bottle.”

Sighing, Matt left the bottle on the counter; Rosalie seemed entranced with the alcohol sloshing against the glass walls. I, too, watched the enticing swish of the liquid – like a shallow wave crashing against the beach. Forgoing the shot glasses entirely, Rosalie clumsily undid the bottle cap and drank the rest down. Damon cheered her on, and I just watched wide-eyed. Vampire or not, she would regret that tomorrow.

~ Three hours later ~

Rosalie had finally hit incoherency. It would’ve been annoying had it not been so damn cute. Damon had left about an hour ago, but Rose wasn’t willing to go. I, being the esteemed gentleman I am, offered to stay. Her drunken hand came up to pat my cheek. “So cute, you are!”

“Oh, so drunk you is basically Yoda. Nice.” I couldn’t help but grin at her. She gave me a goofy grin back, bopping her head along with the random music in the Grill. She clambered from the barstool, pulling me up with her. She danced along to the music, and I went behind the bar to crank it up.

Rosalie’s POV:

Kai turned up the music, and I blew some kisses at him in thanks. I felt nothing. I felt like I was floating. I danced around, almost crashing into some tables in my drunken stumbling. I didn’t have a care in the world right now, nor did I care about putting up a front for Kai. He was as messed up as all our friends are; the only difference was he didn’t care to cover it up with a good-guy façade. Why should I?

“Dance with me!” I hooked my finger at him, needing a partner. He came right in front of me within half a second, his smile glittering in his blue eyes. Kai was handsome, sure, and it wasn’t just the drinks in me talking. I’d thought so the first time I saw him, even when I was with Elijah. It hurt to think of him, so I tried not to, but it was hard.

I couldn’t help but imagine myself with Malachai. Was he capable of hurting me the same way Elijah had? I didn’t think so, but I also believed Elijah would never leave me, either. I couldn’t say, and I didn’t want to think about another relationship right now. It wouldn’t be fair to either of us.

Instead, I focused on dancing with him and memorizing his smile for a while. It brought me a great deal of calm amidst all the turmoil inside me. He had some power within him, something he didn’t even recognize. There was a light within him, and I adored it already��

~ Two hours later ~

“I can walk, Michael.” I exhaustedly pushed his shoulder, not actually hindering him from carrying me to the car. “Malachai. If you insist on calling me by my full first name, at least get it right.” He opened the car door without letting me go, setting me in the passenger seat and buckling me in. He zoomed to the driver’s side soon, taking me home. Unfortunately, I couldn’t thank him before I passed out.

Kai’s POV:

I took Rosalie to my place instead. I’d sleep on the couch if I had to – I just didn’t want her to wake alone tomorrow. Perhaps it was a little underhanded of me, but as she slept, I couldn’t help but graze the back of my hand against her cheek. I wasn’t angry with Elijah for leaving her, but I was angry at him for hurting her. I didn’t even know the guy, but I did know that he must’ve at least known what he was giving up.

Without more words, I carried Rosalie upstairs to my apartment and tucked her into my bed. She looked like she was at peace in her sleep, which was the most I could ask for. It was all I wanted for her. I knelt at her side for a while, just gazing at her. She needed to heal and grieve, and she deserved all the time she needed. I was willing to wait for her. I would wait forever. I would wait and hope that one day, she’d want me just the same.

~~~

This concludes a Kai Parker One Shots I've had in drafts for weeks! I hope it was an enjoyable read :) Please feel free to send any thoughts/comments/constructive criticisms my way. I always welcome them :) Also, let me know if you're interested in a sequel for this piece! If you'd like to be tagged in future Kai Parker works, feel free to message me/leave a comment here.

If you liked this story, feel free to check out my other stories from my Malachai Parker Masterlist (pinned to the top of my profile).

Until next time, JustAThoughtfulAngel <3

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leviathans-watching · 3 years ago

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contact: yuuji | 19 - the party pt II

SYNOPSIS: during your second year of uni you have the misfortune of sharing a class with terushima, a loud and irritating party boy. he’s mouthy, fake, and full of himself, everything your mysterious texting buddy isn’t. but as time goes on and terushima begins expressing new sides to himself never before seen, you wonder if everything is as it seems.

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you gasp, looking up at him. your heart is pounding to the beat of the music and you can hardly form a coherent thought. “what?” you ask, breathless. terushima holds your gaze, steady. “you’re fucking with me. is this some kind of joke?” though your words are accusatory, your tone is anything but- you’re far too surprised to be angry.

“no,” he says quickly. “no, no. i swear to god, i’m not kidding. please. i have the texts. i can prove it was me.” gently, he grabs the hand not currently holding your cup. “are you upset?”

“am i upset?” you ask, a laugh escaping your lips a little crazily. “terushima, i can’t even think right now, there’s no way i can manage being upset.” blowing out a deep breath, you try to put your thoughts in order. “okay. we need somewhere quiet to talk.”

taking advantage of the hand he gave you, you tug him through the house, dodging around people. hinata catches your eyes and tries to mouth something at you, eyebrows wiggling, but you can’t stop to try to figure out what he’s saying.

on your way through, you set your drink on one of the counters then continue to your room, unlocking the door in one smooth movement. the door shuts and all of the noise immediately moves down to a manageable level, allowing you to think. letting go of terushima, you spin around to face him.

he’s looking around, eyes wide. one small part of your mind is trying to tell you that he’s in your room, but you shove the thought away. you can’t focus on that right now.

“okay,” you say, “so you’re- yuuji?” your voice catches a little, and his gaze snaps to yours.

“yes,” he says quietly. “i am. when you texted me, i just panicked, and i just interacted with you. you would never talk to me and while i wanted to respect your boundaries, i really wanted to show you i wasn’t as awful as i used to be. i didn’t think it would lead go all of this.”

“this being…”

“well, really getting to know you,” terushima says, “and falling for you even more.” again, you’re speechless. it’s like a special power of his or something.

“oh boy,” you mutter to yourself, resisting the urge to run your hands through your hair. “so you’ve liked me all this time? since first year?”

“yes.”

sitting down on your bed, you sigh, looking up at him. “okay,” you say. “let me get this straight. you were dared to dump your drink on me in our first year because you thought i was cute, leading me to hate you while you liked me, and then i accidentally texted you and you texted back and then we talked and i fell for you over the phone and then you’re… here?”

“um, that sounds about right,” terushima says with a nervous chuckle. “wait, you fell for me?”

“that’s what you chose to focus on?” you ask, and he nods a little, chuckling again.

“so are you upset? i’d understand if you’re angry.”

“no,” you say finally. “i’m not angry. or upset, really. if anything, i’m relieved. i was starting to like both sides of you and that was really throwing me off. and really, i feel a little stupid now. people literally told me it had to be you- seriously, second year, first name yuuji, etcetera. i mean, you were even at that volleyball game! oh my god, i literally talked shit about you to you! ugh, i’m so embarassed.”

terushima smiles then, and again, you’re breathless. seriously, this guy is good. “don’t be,” he says. “and i’m glad you’re not angry. i was so scared to tell you, but i knew i had to. kuroo and kenma figured it out and kuroo said he was going to tell you if i didn’t.” his eyes widen and he looks at you, panicked. “wait, i was going to tell you anyway. i didn’t only tell you because of kuroo.”

“i know,” you say, cutting him off. as you continue to look at him, it strikes you just how ridiculous this whole situation is. it’s like something from a bad fanfiction. giggles begin to overtake you, and before you know it, you’re almost crying, clutching your gut. terushima is laughing too, bent at the waist from the force of it, and he looks really, really attractive. without thinking, you stand, pulling him up with you.

kissing him is better than you had expected. not that you had put much thought into it before, nope, none at all. you sigh against him, pausing to breathe, still out of breath from your laughing.

“this is crazy,” you say, grinning. “so are we doing this, yuuji?” he jolts, and you somehow manage to smile wider. “we dating?”

“i mean, if you want, then yeah,” trying, and failing, to be sauve, terushima flicks his eyes to yours. “we can do that.” he clears his throat, and again, you’re pulling him to you. his lips move against yours in perfect tandem, but the moment is broken by your door swinging open and a giggling couple freezes, looking at the both of you.

“sorry,” one of them choruses, shutting the door again. oh yeah, you had forgotten to lock it.

“thank you for telling me,” you say in the silence after the door clicks into place. “i appreciate the honesty and all the other stuff you’ve done for me. i’m really happy everything resolved itself. but,” you say, lowering your voice in warning. “never lie to me again. i don’t know if my heart can take it!”

“you’ve got it,” he says, and oh, yep, the two of you are kissing again, and that tongue ring definitely is a plus.

a/n: not super romantic or anything, but when has this story ever been? if you feel like there's something i've left out or something you want to see expanded feel free to tell me and i'll see what i can do lol also epilogue coming next week as well!!

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kpop-zone · 3 years ago

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How (G)I-dle acts around their crush

A/N: Guess who finally turned in her thesis and is free again?? I’m sorry for the hiatus the last month, I will try to post regurlarly again from now on!

Miyeon

“You know that you could just confess your feelings instead of waiting for Y/N to do it first, right?”

Minnie huffed annoyed while sitting next to Miyeon who was once again staring at you from a far, sighing longingly at regular intervals.

Miyeon knew that her behavior was ridiculous, but she just couldn’t help it. The two of you had been playing a nerve-wracking game of push and pull over the past few weeks. Both of you flirted blatantly via text messages and whenever you met up in a group of people, Miyeon did everything in her power to win your attention. But as soon as you gave it to her, her confidence evaporated into thin air. She wasn’t able to form a single coherent sentence, let alone confess her feelings to you. So all she ever did was to admire you from afar while telling everyone else how much she wanted you.

“I know, but I never know what to say as soon as Y/N looks at me...”

Miyeon pouted, causing Minnie to roll her eyes.

“Just say all the disgustingly cheesy things that you always rave about to us.”

The younger member replied naturally as if her suggestion were the easiest thing in the world. But Miyeon knew that no encouraging speeches of her friends would ever be enough to give her to courage to confess her feelings to you. Instead, she would just keep on flirting with you until you would hopefully someday pick up on her hints and dare to make the first move.

Minnie

“You’re being even more annoying than usual when you’re being shy like this.”

Yuqi groaned once you stood up from the table to pick up your order, causing Minnie to look at her friend in despair.

“I know! But I’m afraid that I’ll say something embarrassing!”

Minnie replied distressed, knowing fully well that she wasn’t really making the best impression by creepily staring at you from the side and stupidly giggling at everything that you were saying.

“Just suck it up! It’s obvious that Y/N likes you too!”

Yuqi whisper-yelled just before you were within earshot again, but Minnie wasn’t so sure. Were you really into her or were you just being nice?

“Hey Minnie, I ordered that coffee that you recommended to me and it’s really good! Maybe we can grab a coffee one day together, and you can show me all the other items on the menu that you like?”

You asked as you sat down next to Minnie again, causing her heart to beat wildly in her chest.

“Oh that’s basically the only thing I ever order.”

She blurted out nervously before cringing at her own inability to play off her nervousness. In the corner of her eye, Minnie could see how Yuqi facepalmed herself, so she looked at her in confusion.

“Minnie...Y/N wants to meet up with you. Alone. To grab a coffee together.”

Yuqi repeated your words, visibly having trouble to stay polite. Only now Minnie realized that you had smoothly been asking her out and her eyes widened in shock.

“Oooooh! Of course! I’d love to!”

She almost yelled, feeling like the biggest fool on the planet. But to her relief, you didn’t seem to have noticed her idiocy. Instead, you were grinning widely, making it seem like you were overflowing with joy. Maybe you did like her after all...

Soojin

“Just talk to Y/N. You’ve got this, Soojin.”

Soyeon encouraged Soojin while slightly nudging her in your direction. Insecurely, Soojin glanced at her leader who gave her a thumbs up and a smile before once more pushing her in your direction, just a little stronger this time, giving Soojin no other chance but to walk up to you.

“What’s up.... What’s up? I can’t say that...”

Soojin mumbled under her breath, trying to come up with a smooth way to start a conversation with you. There were only a couple more steps parting her from you, but she was still practicing what to say while probably looking like a fool, talking to herself. Just before Soojin could reach you, you looked up from your phone and met her eyes, managing to make her lose the last bit of coolness that she had been clinging to. Her throat instantly felt drier than the Sahara and her heart must have jumped out of her chest. She couldn’t do this... There was no way that she could talk with you without making a fool out of herself when you looked at her like that. Abruptly, Soojin turned on her heel and started speed-walking back to Soyeon who looked at her dumbfounded.

“What are you doing?!”

Soyeon whisper-yelled after leaping to her feet and glancing at you over Soojin’s shoulder.

“Y/N looked at me...”

Soojin whined, causing Soyeon to massage her temples exasperated.

“Yeah that was the point!”

She replied but Soojin could barely hear her as the scene from just now played over and over in her head while a mocking voice in the back of her head told her that she had just blown her chances with you forever.

“That was so embarrassing. I’m gonna go find a dark room, lock myself into it and never talk with anyone ever again.”

Soojin groaned before heading for the door, knowing that she would not be able to look you in the eyes again today. Why did you have to make it so hard for her? Every time that you were not around, she was determined that she would be brave enough to finally talk to you but as soon as you only did as much as look in her direction, she felt like a deer caught in the headlights. It was just not fair.

Soyeon

“Soyeon, stop being a baby!”

Shuhua punched the arm of the older member, causing Soyeon to yelp high-pitched.

“I’m not being a baby! I’m not avoiding talking to Y/N, I just don’t want to talk with Y/N. I’m not crushing on them!”

She responded defensively, but the look on her members’ faces told her that they weren’t believing a single word that she was saying.

“Yeah right...Even a blind person can see that you’re totally head over heels for Y/N. You’re staring all the time and you always act like an awkward nerd around them.”

Minnie countered and Soyeon quickly avoided her gaze. Maybe she had not hidden her crush quite as well as she had thought she did...

“Ok fine...You’re right. I have a crush and I’m being a baby. But I shouldn’t be. I’m an adult, I give performances in front of thousands of people, I should not be nervous! I will just walk over there and talk with Y/N!”

Soyeon claimed confidently, but the slight quiver in her voice gave a way that her poise was not completely honest. Nevertheless, her members cheered for her and patted her shoulder encouragingly before she made her way over to you. A few steps before Soyeon reached you, you noticed her and flashed her one of your knee-weakening smiles, causing her to gulp thickly. Why did she think this was a good idea?

“H-hey Y/N.”

Once the two of you were face-to-face, Soyeon shyly greeted you and shifted nervously from foot to foot.

“Hi!”

Like always, your warm aura made Soyeon feel dizzy and she stared at you at a loss for words. What was she supposed to say now?

“Um...nice shoelaces!”

Without thinking, she blurted out the first thing that came to her mind, causing her to wince afterwards. Nice shoelaces?! Who would say something like that?

“Um... thank you! Yours aren’t bad either?”

You chuckled in confusion and Soyeon had never wanted to run away more in her whole entire life. But she was determined to fix this. She was not willing to ruin her chances with you with her awkwardness.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that. What I meant to say is that you look really stunning today.”

Bashfully, Soyeon avoided your gaze, not daring to look into your face.

“Yeah that’s probably a better compliment. You look stunning too by the way.”

You replied with amusement resonating in your voice, causing Soyeon’s eyes to dart up in surprise. It seemed like not everything was lost yet...

Yuqi

“Whoa...Who is that?”

As soon as you entered the room, you caught Yuqi’s attention, and she had trouble to stop herself from staring at you with an open mouth.

“That’s Y/N. Don’t you know them? Their friends with Lucas.”

Yeoreum replied and Yuqi looked at her in shock.

“With Lucas?? He needs to introduce me immediately.”

Before Yeoreum had the chance to say anything in return, Yuqi had already leaped to her feet and frantically searched the apartment for Lucas. Why were there so many people at this party?

“Lucas!! You need to introduce me to Y/N.”

As soon as Yuqi had spotted her friend, she pulled him to where she had last seen you, not caring about the conversation that he was having before.

“W-what?”

Lucas stuttered dumbfounded, causing Yuqi to pinch him to get him to focus.

“I need you to introduce me to Y/N. Now.”

Yuqi repeated herself just before she was already standing in front of you.

“H-hey Y/N. I’d like to introduce you to my friend Yuqi.”

Lucas stuttered after Yuqi had elbowed him from the side, still visibly confused.

“It’s nice to meet you Y/N. You’ve instantly caught my eye when you entered the room. You really look enticing in this outfit.”

Yuqi smiled while complimenting you blatantly, causing Lucas to finally understand what was going on.

“Well, thank you. If you keep on saying stuff like that, it’s nice to meet you too!”

You laughed, managing to make Yuqi’s heart flutter.

“Oh believe me, I can go on and on.”

She grinned before interlinking your arms and starting to smoothly engage you in a conversation. Coyness had never been her strong suit anyways...

Shuhua

“Y/N!!!”

With a big leap, Shuhua jumped into your arms, causing you to giggle silently before spinning her around.

“Hello to you too.”

You chuckled before putting her down again. Instinctively, Shuhua interlaced your fingers and pulled you inside the dorm to the living room.

“The others are already here. We’ve ordered food for everyone. But I’ve picked your favorite for you.”

Shuhua smiled proudly and you wrapped your arm around her shoulder to give her a hug from the side. When the two of you entered the living room, Shuhua could feel the burning gazes of all her friends on her and she shyly cuddled up to you while avoiding to look at them.

“Aw you two are so cute, you almost look like a couple.”

Sorn cooed obliviously once the two of you had sat down, causing Shuhua’s cheeks to instantly turn a few shades darker. Although you behaved like you were a couple for years already, Shuhua had never confessed her feelings to you. She just hoped that you were feeling the same and would one day pick up on her hints.

Silence suddenly spread in the room and when Shuhua glanced to the side, she could see that you were almost equally as red as her. Apparently neither of you knew how to respond, so both of you just hoped that the ground would swallow you. Realizing that she had touched on a delicate topic, Sorn’s eyes widened, and she quickly changed the topic to save the two of you of this embarrassing situation. Hesitantly, Shuhua looked at you and you smiled while scratching your neck bashfully, causing Shuhua to chuckle. Maybe it was time for the two of you to sort out your relationship...

#(g)idle #(g)idle reactions #miyeon #minnie #soojin #soyeon #yuqi #shuhua #(g)idle imagines #girl group reactions #girl group #kpop reactions #kpop #idol x reader #gidle x reader

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anika-ann · 4 years ago

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Walk Me Home Tonight (S.R.)

Type: one-shot, songfic

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 4700

Summary: Sometimes it’s hard to be in a celebratory mood when all you can think of is that life sucks and that being left on your own to drown your sorrows is for the best.

Sometimes people who care about you know better than yourself and come crashing your party of one.

Sometimes, despite the popular belief, you do realize how lucky you are having been introduced to Steve Rogers.

Warnings: mention of blood and violence and death, mention of alcohol, angst, fluff and language

A/N: P!nk’s Walk Me Home just does something to me, alright? Music video included - it’s soooo beautiful.

*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･

You stared at the amber liquid, lazily making it roll in the glass with idle motions of your wrist. It reflected the rather soft lights of the bar, an exquisite game of colour you found fascinating enough to dull your mind and muffle the noise of the party.

It wasn’t that you were a party pooper, not usually anyway; just… the timing wasn’t ideal.

Of course, Sharon could hardly move her birthday to make it more convenient for you, less so a party her colleagues had decided to throw for her. You knew Agent Carter for quite some time now; she had joined SHIELD about the same time as you, going through the same tough training. Except unlike you – and initially without your knowledge – she had an image to live up to.

You might even call her a friend, your chest bursting in pride for her when her hard work had finally borne some fruit and she had been promoted to an assistant director of the intelligence agency. Among other things, it earned her a lot of new potential friends.

You were hardly acting like one tonight, much to your own annoyance. But for some reason, you found it difficult to leave your momentary emotional baggage at the doorstep, slipping it off as easily as your coat. You had wished her all the best, conversed for a tiny bit and then happily made space for others, for the forming line of guests waiting to celebrate with her as well.

Then you retreated to your spot at the bar, possibly annoying the bartender, who would have been more delighted seeing some heavier drinker occupying your seat, tipping generously, instead of having you nursing each glass of alcohol for about two hours.

You weren’t even sure why you were still here; you had given up on the attempt on small talk with anyone, apparently unwittingly chasing away any potential company. And here you thought misery did love company – perhaps you were wrong, at least when it came to birthday parties of gorgeous women loved by everyone. You might as well pack up your bottom and sulk at home.

You were stubbornly shushing the voice in the back of your skull, whispering about knowing precisely why you remained in your seat; about feeling less alone here, despite being a literal loner in a crowd.

You downed the rest of the bitter scotch, basking in the burn which it left on its way down your throat, your eyelids slipping shut in content, the noise in your brain falling silent completely for few blissful moments.

“Party of one?” a male voice gently asked, the tinniest note of teasing in it and while your heart skipped a startled beat at being addressed, you felt the burn in your throat slip lower, warming your chest and causing the corners of your mouth turn up just a fraction.

There's something in the way you roll your eyes Takes me back to a better time When I saw everything is good But now you're the only thing that's good

“Felt like crashing it?” you hummed in response, side-eyeing the intruder and found a pair of cerulean eyes staring back. He blindly waved off the eager bartender who was about to offer him a drink.

Ah, poor guy. No tips for him tonight.

“Well, I didn’t get an invitation. Looks like crashing was my only option.”

You sighed tiredly despite Steve’s kind teasing. Tonight was just… so exhausting. Tonight. Today. This week. Gah, this whole month. This fucking year--- okay, maybe you were exaggerating, because you were simply crossing the line, moving from relaxed buzzed drunk to a miserable one.

Battling with yourself, arguing whether you should send him to hell – nicely, because Steve was nothing but kind, he was always so kind, goddammit, gentle humour spiced with the ability to become an utter troll, still benign though, that was why you usually enjoyed his company so much after all-… – or call it a night.

Or should you order another drink? Was there a point? You might cross the line to a clingy drunk eventually and you weren’t certain that was a good idea.

It was probably about as good of an idea as coming to a party despite feeling like shit on an emotional roller-coaster, dangerously inclining towards a very bad mood to put it mildly.

You tilted your head to side as you looked at Steve properly, tight blue shirt flattering his supersoldier frame, black pants with desperately needed leather belt considering his thin waist, his blonde hair a mess, gaze fixed on you, observing. Always observing to read people, to anticipate behaviour, evaluate the threat; sometimes simply to be considerate, to… to be compassionate.

Dammit, Steve.

“Must have got lost in the mail then,” you said eventually, offering a weak smile. “Sorry.”

“Nah, it’s alright,” he shrugged it off, the curve of his lips more distinct than yours. As if he was offering to cheer you up. Sweet, but possibly vain effort tonight. Sometimes, things simply piled up and there was no escape. Such was the fate of a government agent. And human, for that matter. “Doesn’t look like much fun and I think it’s about to end anyway.”

“I guess…”

Tryna stand up on my own two feet This conversation ain't comin' easily And darling, I know it's getting late So what do you say we leave this place?

This time, Steve actually made an eye contact with the bartender, who eagerly rushed to him at instant. His excited expression fell when he noticed you were pulling out your wallet to close your tab. You didn’t have the strength to shoot him an apologetic smile.

Steve’s eyes were on you the whole time, you could feel them, and you wondered why. Until he spoke again, as soon as the other man left.

“Come on. I’ll walk you home,” he offered gentlemanly, coaxing you into saying yes, possibly unaware of the effect which such tone had on people.

Or perhaps he knew, using exactly that when he was trying to talk someone down, to calm them, gain their trust. The joke was on him, because it was a vain effort; you trusted him fully already. Surely, he knew that.

Right?

Trust was the solid base the team of Avengers needed and since you somehow found yourself with them, it involved you too. The team stood and fell on trust and mutual respect. But it meant so much more – they were friends. They cared about each other, about their well-being.

Right now, Steve was being a good friend and a good teammate.

And you were being exactly that too when you turned his kind proposition down.

“No, it’s fine. There are still some people who are actually able to speak coherently with you. Go enjoy yourself. I’ll be okay.”

“It’s three in the morning,” he pointed out, as if admonishing you for not noticing. Your eyebrow rose deliberately.

“…and?”

“And I’d feel better if you weren’t walking the streets alone,” he replied easily, ignoring the hint of snark in your comeback as you made your way to the coat-stand.

Still walking on the line of miserable and pleasantly buzzed, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be mean to him for such patronizing approach. He had been raised this way and despite his open mind and admirable respect to women, he slipped sometimes.

“Steve, I’m a SHIELD agent basically turned Avenger. I can take care of my-“

“But you don’t have to. And-” He gestured subtly back towards the bar and a metaphorical lightbulb flickered above your head.

Not patronizing then, god forbid chauvinist; Peggy Carter would rise from the death to beat him with his own shield, with Natasha’s enthusiastic help, if he was showing any sign of aforementioned qualities and he was well-aware of that.

Just mother-henning then, the way Steve excelled at.

It brought the first honest smile of the night to your lips. You made sure to face him so he could see how wholesome his company was for you.

“I’m not too drunk, Steve. I had like two glasses of scotch,” you assured him, gently brushing his forearm before reaching for your coat and scarf. “And two beers.”

“I know,” he stated, stealing your coat only to hold it out for you to slip into it.

God, the woman who would once win his heart was about to be one lucky bitch.

Jim has never done this for me, flashed through your mind and you instantly shushed the whining voice in your head. Instead, you went over what he just said, blinking in surprise.

Huh? He… knew?

“I… might have kept an eye on you,” he admitted tentatively, the tips of his fingers brushing your shoulder before retreating and letting you to cocoon in the fabric.

“Why?”

Why would he keep an eye on you? Sure, teammates and friends and all that, but for some reason, you doubted he kept an eye on Tony, the only other Avenger (beside Steve, not Steve and you, you don’t count, a voice hissed in your mind and you winced) who attended the party, not being on any mission at the moment.

Why did Steve feel like you needed a chaperone?

No, that was too harsh of a word for him, you were certain his intentions were everything but malicious, but… why?

Walk me home in the dead of night I can't be alone with all that's on my mind, mhm So say you'll stay with me tonight 'Cause there is so much wrong going on outside

The genuine wonder must have been audible in your voice, much like your shock must have been clear in your expression, because Steve seemed sheepish all of sudden, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Well, I mean, I know that you probably wouldn’t-“ he started, only to grimace. “It’s not that I think you’re an alcoholic! It’s just that... you--- and it’s only been-…“

-four days since you got dumped, you finished the unspoken sentence and tried your best to ignore the cold seeping into your bones at the reminder.

One of the reasons why you had been in a sour mood and deciding to drink alone. Your amazing asshole of a boyfriend had dumped you, metaphorically kicking you while you had already been down. Lovely.

“-I was worried. But you didn’t look like you were interested in having company, I didn’t want to be a bother and-“

You pulled Steve out of his misery by placing a hand over his forearm, which stopped the words spilling uncontrollably from his mouth.

He was actually being very sweet and thoughtful. It kinda made you feel bad, because… you weren’t looking for dragging someone down with you. As it was, he had his own reasons to not be happy about partying tonight, but feeling like he had to keep an eye on you probably didn’t help to lift his spirits.

“-and you had to spend some time with the woman of the hour,” you finished instead of him slowly, hoping you sounded at least half as thoughtful as he did and that you didn’t appear to be the greatest bitch, stealing attention from Sharon. “That’s understandable, Steve. It is her birthday party and I’m the one being antisocial.”

You bit down your lip, lowering your gaze, because the infamous worried wrinkle appeared on Steve’s forehead and you just knew he was about to protest and you… honestly felt bad about your behaviour and the welcoming colour of his eyes was not helping to make you feel any better, because of course he probably thought it was perfectly normal to look out for you instead of allowing himself to enjoy the night and- ugh.

“You… you shouldn’t have to look out for me. Your attention could have been fully on the birthday girl.”

Naturally, Steve Rogers basically shrugged it off. Covering your hand on him with his large palm, he slouched to look into your eyes once more. Insistent bastard, no doubt aware of your inability to say no to his amiable face.

“That’s what friends are for. Now, can I walk you home?”

You shook your head with a sad smile, rising your gaze towards the ceiling, hoping it came out as an exasperation at his stubbornness and not as it truly was – you in fact attempting to keep your tears at bay, because, miserable drunk, dumped four days ago apart from other things and there he was, asshole perfect, Steve fucking Rogers, gentleman and friend extraordinaire, caring for your well-being more than Jim ever had.

A twinkle appeared in his eye when he recognized he won and you chuckled, sealing his victory out loud.

“Yes, Steve. You can walk me home. It’s conveniently located on the way to yours.”

He smirked when he shrugged on his own coat. “Happy coincidences…”

There's something in the way I wanna cry That makes me think we'll make it out alive So come on and show me how we're good I think that we could do some good, mhm

Once you left the bar, silence fell on you, feeling heavy as did the cold November air.

Heavy and awkward. While you could tell with certainty you were barely affected by the alcohol you had drunk, your steps were wobbly, knees shaky as if you were a baby horse trying to stand up for the first time.

Steve walked by your side, majestic in his thigh-length coat, hands snugged in its pockets only halfway as if he was waiting for you needing his support. It irritated you as much as it warmed your heart.

On top of everything, you would swear every lone person you met stared at you, staring you up and down until they seemed to register Steve’s imposing frame and quickly went back to their business. It annoyed you to no end; it was just proving Steve’s point that you shouldn’t walk the streets alone at such hour, government agent or not.

“I would have been fine, you know,” you hummed, cautiously breaking the relative quiet.

It was never truly quiet in New York City, only rush hours alternating with calmer ones. You didn’t mind it; you enjoyed the city. Sometimes quiet meant that thoughts won the opportunity to become too loud; tonight, for some reason, despite the silence, Steve prevented that ever since he joined you.

It dawned to you then, how ungrateful you sounded and you quickly added “But thanks.” – a whisper full of honesty.

“Uh-huh.”

Perhaps the silence weighted so much because your mood wasn’t the only cause of it.

Steve was showing you that he worried; surely, you could as well? Because you did, worry about him that was.

“…are you? Okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked distractedly, but you could hear the frown on his face, the image of his nose scrunched in confusion painted in front of your eyes even without looking at him.

“Just… today-” you nudged him once more and vaguely eyed your watch only to be reminded that ‘today’ was a confusing term. “Or, more like, yesterday…”

A sharp inhale was drawn at your side and you could sense as he started closing off, putting up his walls so no one would catch a scent of his weakness. You hated when he tried to do that. You would have thought you were past that. You liked to consider you two friends at least.

Tonight was simply not your night. Of either of you, apparently.

“What about it-?“

You sighed, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. Were you truly such a crappy company, an insensitive friend or was there something sorrowful and cranky in the air, preventing your communication channels from tuning to the same frequency?

You were aware what the day meant for him – another painful reminder of what he had lost with crashing the plane in the forties only to wake up in a new millennium.

Though this particular loss – of his mother – haunted him even back in what some people called his days. It was an utter non-sense. Steve belonged there as much as he belonged here. He was brave enough to try and stubborn enough to succeed in fitting in.

“Nothing, I guess,” you sighed once more, this time rolling your eyes. “…Mr. Nothing Can Touch Me.”

The wry nickname hung in the air for a while, the faint noise of the night city washing over your pair. When Steve broke it again, there was a barely audible crack in his voice.

“I… I’m okay. I think. I… should be. It’s been so long. Decades,” he mused, turning his gaze to the sky. His eyes glistened and if you didn’t know him, hadn’t witnessed his walls lowering before, you would have thought it was just the streetlights reflecting.

You knew better. Tentatively, your fingers brushed his, not remembering when his hands had left his pockets. You were grateful for it now, especially when he didn’t retrieve from your touch instantly.

“Not for you,” you pointed out quietly, rewarded by the softest squeeze of his warm hand.

The heaviness and tension you had felt before resolved with the gesture. Something finally fell into place and you were almost you again and he was almost him.

Two figures, carrying their griefcases, but functioning and… harmonizing once more.

“How did you know?”

“That’s what friends are for, Steve,” you echoed his earlier words, sending a tiny smile his way, meeting his glassy gaze. “They remember important dates, good or bad.”

“No one else did. Not that I can actually hold it against Buck, of course... but no one… you…” his voice trailed off as he lost his train of thought – or perhaps he had never truly directed it to the station in the first place.

Your shoulders moved a fraction, a hint of a shrug-off. His hand wrapped around yours tighter in silent appreciation, not showing any sign of intending to let go.

And you were alright with that. More than alright.

Walk me home in the dead of night I can't be alone with all that's on my mind, mhm So say you'll stay with me tonight 'Cause there is so much wrong going on outside

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

His presence was always immense, overwhelming even; yet so comfortable you didn’t have the slightest problem with opening your heart to him, offering it to him even when it was bleeding. And now, finally tuned together, it was no different.

You bared your heart to him, even if it hurt.

“She didn’t make it,” you whispered, voice pained in the dead of the night and he didn’t react, letting you to gather strength to elaborate. You cleared your throat as the lump grew in it. “Kayla, one of the kids… from last week’s mission. I found out yesterday… she-she didn’t make it, she had too many injuries. Word is that perhaps it was even a blessing. A relief.”

“I’m so sorry,” Steve repented, his grip growing stronger just a fraction, enough to make your chest and eyes burn.

“Yeah, so am I.”

Whatever he heard in your voice, it caused his fingers twitch in your hand, his footsteps slowing down. “You know that wasn’t your fault, right?”

“Wasn’t it? If I was faster, if I-“

Steve stopped in his tracks completely, pulling at your hand to make you do the same and face him.

You closed your eyes when his blue ones met them, unable to stand the urgency in them. His free hand curled around your shoulder, caressing in attempt at comfort.

“Hey, hey, don’t do that to yourself.” Hypocrite, you threw back at him in your mind, stubbornly keeping your eyelids shut, simply knowing that if you saw the sincerity in his gaze in addition to the fervour he spoke with, you might actually believe him. “You did your best. I know that, Nat and Buck know, everyone does. A monster you helped to put behind bars hurt the kids. Not you. You saved so many lives.”

You shook your head with a sigh, staring straight ahead as you turned on your heels and continued your path. Steve, never letting go of your hand, followed reluctantly.

“Sometimes I think he might have been right, you know?”

Peripherally, you saw him frown again and you cursed yourself for drinking – it untangled your tongue and his stupid face made your spill your guts to him, vomit emotion. You weren’t too secretive about your feelings most of the time, but damn, you hated how alcohol pushed your boundaries of sharing them.

“… Jim. He said that maybe I should give it up. That I’m just running alongside you, heroes, pretending to be one of you, but in the end, I’m not even close to being as good-“

Steve’s feet took roots in the ground, his steely grip forcing you to stop – as long as you wanted to keep your hand attached, which yeah, you kinda did.

“I feel like taking a detour now,” he muttered darkly and for a short moment, confusion was everything you felt, blissfully overtaking the anger, the sorrow, the helplessness and the feeling of utter uselessness.

“Huh?”

“Where does Jim live?” Steve spitted out the name venomously and you couldn’t help the wave of affection washing over you. Affection towards this treasure of a man who apparently wanted to punch another human being because it offended his friend. “He has no business saying something like that. Especially if his bullshit actually affects you-”

“Steve, he wasn’t wrong, I’m just-“ you sputtered, caught off guard when you registered the fire in his glare.

“We all make mistakes. But that’s beside the point, because you didn’t even make any that day. I read the report, and I know you, you put everything you got and more into the rescue mission. How can he-“ he hissed, literally taking a calming breath as both of his hands balled into fist.

Well, one of them only nearly, since it was still holding yours. It actually stung a bit, the bones in your hand close to grinding against each other.

“-I haven’t met him many times, but if he said that instead of comforting you after an incredibly draining mission, then I’m glad that that asshole is gone from your life. … though I would still appreciate his address.”

Blinking away the few stray tears that welled up, you forced a smile as Steve’s strict glare found yours. It felt good, seeing his indignation; having someone else exasperated on how Jim had reacted. He should have given you a hug and hold you tight; that was what you would wish for. Instead, he told you to stop complaining and when you accused him of not supporting you, he called you a whiny bitch who should make up her damn mind and broke things off.

You deeply appreciated Steve’s display of chivalry, hell, you half-considered giving away the address just so Jim would hear someone else agreeing with you, but you were honestly just tired. And you had a feeling Steve wouldn’t stay only at words and seeing any more blood, any more aggression would have been too much for you tonight.

Tonight, you… you needed serenity and comfort.

“…thank you. That… that means a lot. But… maybe just walk me home? Please? Could you walk me home, Steve?” you pleaded softly, barely audible, not caring it sounded like weeping of a needy child.

Unbeknownst to you, that was the last thing you resembled in Steve’s eyes. Your imploring gaze, vulnerable and open, it moved something inside him, his anger silenced for the moment, leaving him defenceless, unable to say no. Not that he had an intention to do so. He always had trouble saying no to you.

So he forced his fists to relax, running his thumb over the back of your hand and whispered the only word that made sense.

“Always.”

You settled back to the comfortable silence after that.

Walk me home in the dead of night 'Cause I can't be alone with all that's on my mind Say you'll stay with me tonight 'Cause there is so much wrong going on

You reached the Tower hand in hand.

Neither of you released the other. Not during the elevator ride, not when you walked the halls lined with doors leading to each’s private quarters.

You were still holding onto each other when you came to a stop in front of your door; rest assured, Steve Rogers would lead you right to your door even if his was only at the end of the very same corridor.

Standing nearly chest to chest, his eyes bored into yours with seriousness that surprised you.

“For the record, you do a great deal of good,” he reassured you, saying it as if he truly meant it. It tugged at your heart, sweet and bitter. “You’re amazing and you’re the most authentic of all of us. I admire you.”

That claim caused you to chuckle. Now he was laying it on a bit thick, downright exaggerating.

“You admire me? Steve, that’s really nice of you to say, but don’t be ridi-“

Your words died in your throat when his large palm splayed over your cheek, cradling it gently. When the paddle of his thumb swiped over your other cheek, soft smile playing on his lips, his irises bright with a promise, time seemingly stopped along with your heart.

“And you’re a great friend to the whole team, a wonderful person. Do me a favour and finally learn to accept a compliment,” he asked of you in hushed voice, the electric blue and green of his eyes locking you in. “If he didn’t praise you enough for you to get used to it, he was doing something wrong.”

You gulped, a silly association with the word ‘praise’ allowing you to break from the cage of his gaze that had previously had your mind gone blank.

“I’m not a dog to be praised, Steve…”

One corner of his lips – and when did they got so close anyway? – twitched. And then a tender kiss landed on your forehead, just the softest brush of lips against your skin. The gesture, utterly incomprehensible for you, had your eyelids flutter shut.

“I’m very much aware. Believe me, doll, I know. Thank you for letting me walk you home.”

You only nodded at the ridiculous statement – why was he thanking you? – too perplexed at the fact his lips had made contact with your skin. When did you cross the line towards the delusional drunk?

His fingertips caressed your face as he let go, wishing you to have a good night. Too baffled, you were unable to respond until he had already made his way to his door and you suddenly missed the warmth of his presence.

Breaking free from your haze, you acted on impulse, apparently startling him when you called his name out of blue so urgently.

“Steve!”

Whipping his head around to look at you, you felt your heart jump into your throat.

“Uh… are you ready to go to bed or… or maybe… would you like to watch a movie or something?” With me?

I don’t think I’m ready to be alone. Ready to be without you.

Even from the distance, you would swear you saw his lips spread in a slow honey-sweet smile.

“I think I’d like that,” he called out lowly. “Ten minutes? I’ll get the blankets. You pick the movie.”

“See you in ten then.”

You pretended that your heart didn’t flutter, sending a wave of familiar tingle through your chest and to your fingers, as you slipped inside your room with your mouth curled up in a content smile.

Walk me home in the dead of night I can't be alone with all that's on my mind So say you'll stay with me tonight 'Cause there is so much wrong There is so much wrong There is so much wrong going on outside

*✧･ Bonus *✧･

If Tony found them two and half hour later, closing credits rolling, the pair curled up and cuddling on the couch, you fast asleep in Steve’s arms, and he noticed that the supersoldier was in fact only faking to avoid an interrogation from the Ironman himself, he didn’t mention it. He just whispered to FRIDAY to turn off the TV and turn off the dimmed lights completely.

He hoped Rogers would treat you the way you deserved, unlike the man who now had farts announcing a received e-mail or texts, unable to change it, and a laptop turning on randomly, dead-pale children staring at him from the screen with hollow eyes and in clothes dripping water. Tony would hate to have to hack more tech again just to avenge your broken heart without your knowledge any time soon.

He’d rather suffer watching the two of his friends being disgustingly sweet on each other.

Probably.

*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･

S.R. masterlist

*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･

Silent thanks to the person who came up with the word ‘griefcase’ as an alternative to emotional baggage.

Also, I’m pretty sure songfics aren’t supposed to be so long... oops?

Thank you for reading!

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stargazingthenightaway · 3 years ago

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See Something You Like? Part 2

Pairing: Rebels Rex x Reader

Word Count: 2.7K

Warning: NSFW 18+ Sexual tension, yearning, dirty thoughts, praise kink, size kink, Dom!Rex, slight predator/prey vibes

A/N: Ahhhh! Thank you for all your lovely comments! ILYSM 💖 💖 🥰 🥰 Just a heads up, it might be a couple weeks before I get the next chapter up. Report card season is here, and I need to get those sorted. Let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist.

Fuck.

Your heart stutters as you bolt upright, frantically wishing the panic away. The heat from your face alone could give the twin suns of Tatooine a run for their credits as mortification sinks low in your chest. It’s a struggle to keep your breathing even, outwardly trying to appear calm when all you want to do is sink into the floor and disappear. Of all the times to be caught fantasizing about riding this man’s face! It was like your depraved thoughts had summoned him, taunting you with the object of your fantasies, dangling him just out of your reach. Look but don’t touch.

You haven’t turned around yet, and judging by the silence, you can tell Rex is still waiting expectantly for your answer. Kriff, how were you to answer that. You can guess how well telling him the truth would go “Interrupting? Oh no sir, I was just imagining how you’d sound as you hold me down and make me cum on your tongue.” Pfft, you’d be written up for inappropriate conduct and get a one-way ticket to the Hoth base. Try getting yourself off when your fingers are stuck under your armpits trying to stay warm. Bye-bye happy times.

As these thoughts are going rabid fire through your head you don’t notice Rex has leaned up against the wall by the door, giving you a slow once-over, lingering on your ass and appreciating the way the fabric clings in all the right places. Lifting his eyes up he can see the flush making its way up the back of your neck. Rex chuckles quietly to himself, too quietly for you to hear, as he takes in your reaction to being caught bent in half, for anyone passing by to see. But lucky him, he got to see that tantalizing sight of you, face down-ass up, groaning quietly like you needed a good fuck. Rex had to hold himself back when you’d uttered “Fuuuuck me” in such a wrecked tone, wanting to fulfil your plea and fuck you like you asked, like you needed. If he played his cards right he’d be able to hear so many more of your sweet sounds, and they’d be all for him.

Finally deciding to just get through this conversation as quickly as possible, you turn around and feel your knees go weak. Maker save you. The sight that greets you is like something from the holo novels that you keep hidden under your bed. Rex had decided to forgo his cuirass and spaulder, showing off his black undershirt, which left his arms on full display. All that beautiful, unobstructed muscle led down to his vambraces, fitted snuggly against his wrists. His hands were resting low on the holster belt slung around his hips while his legs were crossed over at the ankles. He looked deceptively at ease except for the way his eyes were focused on you. All sultry, and brooding and hungry. You can’t help but feel caught in his gaze and there’s a fleeting thought that if you were to run Rex would give chase until he had hunted you down, snared in the cage of his arms. That mental image makes your lower belly clench in anticipation, already eager to be caught.

You’re brought back to the present when Rex raises a questioning brow your way, still waiting for you answer, though he’s more amused by your reaction judging by the smile tugging on the corner of his lips.

Frantically shaking your head, the answer you’ve been looking for finally shoves its way past your throat. “No Sir, no interruption at all.” You notice one of his hands twitch by his sides before going still again.

Rex tilts his head to the side, “Are you sure?” His eyes are tracking your movements, looking for any little tells that could help bring you closer to him. “You sounded pretty desperate there, cyar’ika.”

If only he knew. You try to send what looks like a reassuring smile his way “Absolutely! I was just lost in thought.”

He pushes himself off the wall, intrigued. “Now what could have caused your thoughts to stray?” He stalks closer, and for each step he takes, you take a step back. It’s not long until your back is pressed against the shelf and he’s standing in front of you.

The way he looks at you sends thrums of pleasure through your veins, his proximity sending your senses into high alert. You catch a whiff of his cologne, a subtle spice that has you leaning into him, only for you to quickly jerk back.

Nonono! Abort! Abort! In a sad effort to avoid the real reason for your wandering mind and to prevent your body from utterly betraying you and jumping Rex where he stood, you throw out the first excuse you could come up with.

“My friend Ria dared me to beat her high score on this particular sim,” you wave blindly behind you, “and I have until tonight to win.” You mentally cringe and are already planning on how to apologize to Ria. While she’s a sucker for drama, Ria prefers to hear about it then to live it. She dislikes being pulled into your schemes, especially recently, with your ideas of avoiding a certain Captain while you try to control your libido.

Rex crosses his arms over his chest, shirt pulled tight across his biceps, and just making himself look bigger. Your eyes flicker down and back up to his face, trying not to get distracted.

“What are the stakes?” He asks

“Huh?” Is your eloquently response. Why was he still interested in this? Your answer was supposed to be enough that he’d let you scurry away, but here he was asking for more.

“What happens if you lose your bet?” Rex patiently rephrases his question, looking like there was no where else he’d rather be at this moment. He enjoys how flustered you’re getting, especially when your eyes stray down his torso before rushing back to his face.

Your hands flutter by your sides. “Oh, um,” you flounder, not thinking he’d press this hard for answers, “well, there wasn’t anything specific, just that I’d have to do something for her, however and whenever, she asks” Nailed it! “Sort of an IOU kinda thing.” You mentally give yourself a pat on the back. Surely he’d let you go now.

Rex rubs his hand along his chin, humming to himself as a grin starts to form on his face. This was the opening he was hoping for! He thinks it’s cute how you’ve started to relax, thinking you’re safe, that he’ll let you go. But he’s far from finished with you, not by a long shot. If he has his way this conversation will continue far into tomorrow morning, and every morning for as long as you will have him. His eyes find yours and you see a triumphant glint that causes your breath to hitch.

“So what you’re telling me is that she gets to do anything she wants to you, however she wants, when she wins” He practically purrs out the last part, a deep rumble coming from his chest.

You don’t know why but the way he says that, paired with the smouldering look he’s giving you, sends a shiver all the way through your core. When he puts it like that it sounds like some sort of dirty rendezvous, in all the best ways. Something he said suddenly catches up to you and you narrow your eyes at him.

“What do you mean when she wins?” You step closer, jabbing a finger into his chest. “Do you think I can’t beat her score?!” Of all the nerve!

Rex looks down at the finger smushed into his chest then back up to you. Such a spitfire! He adores how innocent you look when you’re flustered, the rosiness of your cheeks and your fluttering hands, but this. Well, this version of you gets his blood singing, ready to prove he’s a worthy opponent for you. Indignation lights a spark in your eyes, and coupled with your battle ready stance to throw hands, has his cock ready to stand at attention. Rex knows he just needs to push just a little bit more to get you just where he wants.

He wraps his hand around yours, and moves it away from his chest. While furious, you still have enough coherency to feel how his palm completely engulfs your fist. Stars, is he this big all over? You almost miss how his thumb starts rubbing soothingly along your hand. “It may just be the soldier in me, but in order to beat a high score you actually need to shoot the targets in front of you, not just stare at them cyare.”

Force take you, he had been watching you longer than you thought! Your face burns in embarrassment and you make a move to take your hand back. Rex tightens his grip to prevent you from moving away and pulls you close enough that you can feel the heat from his body. You try and salvage some of your dignity.

“That was a minor blip,” you mumble to his chest before looking up, staring defiantly into his eyes before you spit out “I bet I could hit more targets than you with my eyes closed.”

There’s a strange gleam in Rex’s eyes when he hears your challenge, posture alert as he straightens up. “Oh ya?” The same challenging tone is in his voice. “You think you can take me on mesh’la? Let’s put a little wager on it.”

It’s too late to back down now, so you think for a moment before tossing out your wager. “Alright, if I win, you take me on your next mission with the Ghost.”

Rex nods along, almost too quickly, as he agrees to your side of the wager. The gleam in his eyes is still there as he casually tosses out what he wants “I’ll take the same bet as your friend mesh’la. I get to do anything I want to you, however I want.”

Fuck you sideways in an X-wing. There’s no way Rex could possibly mean it like that, but with the way he’s looking at you right now, like the tooka that got the cream, you can’t help but wonder.

You afraid that if you speak now, all that will come out of your mouth will be an undignified squeak, so you settle for nodding your head.

Bingo. Rex’s grin turns downright feral. “Perfect, it’s settled.” He abruptly turns you so that you’re facing the shooting range. “If you win, you get a mission,” Rex places the blaster in your hands, “and when I win, I get you.” The all to myself goes unspoken, but you can feel it hanging in the air between the two of you.

You swallow the lump in your throat before replying, “If you win. I’m confident I can beat you.”

“We’ll see.” He takes a couple steps back. You’re about to turn around to ask him what he’s doing when he orders “Eyes forward, and get into position” and you hasten to obey.

You can feel a new flush start to crawl up your neck and you fight it down. Now was not the time to think about what other kinds of positions Rex wanted you to take. Of how he’d sound ordering you to suck his cock, or to keep your hands to yourself as he fucked you slow and deep, or how you can give him just one more. Stars, you desperately need to cum or get your head in the game, and since you can’t get to you bunk right now, the game it is.

You take your previous stance and settle in position. Rex is so quiet that you can’t help but quip coyly back at him “See something you like, Sir?”

The sound of your voice brings Rex back to the present, having found himself enjoying how quickly you moved to obey his order a little too much, needing to readjust himself. Your saucy little ‘Sir’ makes his hands clench by his sides, the leather of his gloves creaking slightly. Brat, he thinks fondly.

Looking at your stance, he decides it’s not quite right for what he has in mind. He hums, “Maybe, once I get your stance to my liking.” His boots barely make any sounds as he moves forward. “For one, it’s too wide.” Rex comes up behind you, moulding his body to your back, hands on your hips. You let out a little eep, hoping he didn’t hear. “You need to bring your feet in” and proceeds to bracket your legs with his own, using his feet to nudge yours closer to your centre. “You should feel snug in your position.”

Oh, I’m feeling snug alright. Rex had maneuvered you in such a way that you were pressed right up against his groin, hips nestles between his legs. There’s a dull throb building between your legs when you feel him push in, moving your hips to the side and you can feel him. It wouldn’t take much effort to grind back against him, create enough friction that he would have to bend you over and fill you up. You yelp as there’s a pinch to the sensitive skin on your side.

Rex lightly scolds you “Pay attention. If you want to beat me you need to listen to what I tell you.”

“Yes Sir” you automatically reply. There’s a subtle shift behind you before Rex takes one of his hand and covers your eyes. “Don’t have any blindfolds handy, so my hands will have to do.” He says gruffly, his voice a tad deeper.

Before you can ask if everything’s alright, you hear him hit the start button and you’re shooting as best you can. There are still too many thunks from misses for your liking, but you are confident enough that you can pull ahead. When you’ve finished, you turn to hand the blaster to Rex, moving past him to reset the simulation. When that’s done you lean against the wall. You try to relieve some of the pressure between your legs by clenching your thighs together, but it’s not nearly enough, so you suffer in silence. As you watch Rex get into position you decide to have a little fun with him. You wait until he closes his eyes to start the simulation. Just as he’s about to shoot you ask “Do you want me to help get you into position, just like you did for me?” Your question catches him unaware and you hear a thunk sound out. A small laugh escapes your lips. “Losing your touch old man?” You tease, a smirk kissing the side of your mouth. “I didn’t think you’d take what I gave you so easily.” You mimic his words from earlier.

Rex whips his head around to look at you, mouth open in surprise before he closes it in a thin line. “Oh cyar’ika, you shouldn’t have done that.” Rex tsks, shaking his head. “Here I was, thinking that I’d go easy on you, only winning by a couple more shots, but if that’s the way you want to play it.” He trails off as he extends his arm out in front of him before turning his body to face you, away from the targets. You can feel the smirk start to fade from your face and reappear on Rex’s. “I guess I’ll just have to show you that your place is under me,” and proceeds to shoot. Each shot making a ting sound. Every. Single. One. All without breaking eye contact with you. When he’s finished he motions for you to look at the score board. A perfect score.

You turn back to Rex as he puts the safety back on the blaster. “So, uh, congrats. You win.” You say quietly, realizing how quickly your plan backfired.

Rex looks far too please with himself. “Of course.”

You haven’t moved from your spot by the wall and Rex strides over, victory in his eyes. You don’t see as your looking at your boots. When he’s close enough he gently takes your chin between his finger and thumb, bringing your gaze to his.

“Don’t you know mesh’la? I always win.”

To be continued.

Taglist: @samrubio @justanotherstarwarswhore @bvcketfvcker

#Captain Rex #Rex #Oldman Rex #Rex x reader #Rebel Rex x reader #First Fic #Yay me #I promise there will be sexy times #It's just taking its time #Rex is looking at reader like 👀#He want the 🍑#I need a Dom Rex in my life

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lovely-ateez · 3 years ago

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Broken Strings~

ꕥPosted: 7/20/21

ꕥGenre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, College!au, Rockstar!au

ꕥPairing: Fem!Reader x Rockstar!Yunho

ꕥWord Count: 10k+

ꕥWarnings (please read all!!): Yunho’s ex is an absolute asshat, death threats towards both Yunho and reader, mention of knives used as weapons, San is a bisexual king (happy late pride month), unprotected pool sex/public sex (no one is around but I guess it still counts), masturbation (f), foul language, mentions of alcohol intake, reader is mentioned to have dark brown eyes several times which you can just ignore if you have different colored eyes ofc, mentions of a restraining order against an ex, please let me know if I missed something!!

ꕥTag List: @cappujinho @bobateastay @nevieatiny

ꕥA/N: The song lyrics are ones that I wrote myself specifically for this au and I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t nervous about posting it. I know there isn’t any tune or anything, but hopefully it sounds like a real song someone might sing. Also I’m not writing angst for a while after this holy shit I’ve been crying too much over this I’m emotional okay

“Date night! Date night! Date night!” I grabbed my boyfriend’s arm, bouncing on my toes.

Yunho raised a hand to cover his ear, scrunching his face, “Babe, I love you, but I think you’ve deafened me.”

I pouted at his tone and crossed my arms, “You’re such a grump.”

“Oh whatever.” He smiled, “You ready?”

I smiled at him and nodded.

Ever since his band, Sidekick Heart, began to pick up traction, he had less free time and our full-day dates once a week soon became date nights every few weeks. Most of his time was spent writing songs, producing them, and practicing endlessly. The fact that he had a tour coming up soon just meant he had even less spare time. I was happy for him, of course, but I couldn’t hide my disappointment that he was leaving.

In middle school, he and three of his friends formed a band for fun, which they kept with all throughout high school. They got good, really good and almost right after they graduated they were signed by a label. Now, three years later, they’d already released two albums and one EP and earned enough money to make a living, which was why Yunho dropped out of college a month ago. Since he had steady career path, he saw no reason to continue and decided to focus on music. He still visited me at college whenever he got the chance, but his visits were becoming more and more sporadic.

We started dating freshman year of college. We had our difficulties as most couples do, but everyday I thanked the stars for pairing us together. I met him on the first day of French class, a day I know I could never forget, no matter how how our future played out.

I sat my backpack on the table in front of me, looking around the empty classroom. I was ten minutes early, so I wasn’t surprised about the lack of students. It was a bit unlikely for me to be so early, but I wasn’t able to sleep the night before and so I had extra time to get ready. With nothing else to do, I took out my phone, reading some missed text messages.

I heard the door open and my head tilted upwards, meeting eyes with a fluffy-haired brunet. He shyly smiled at me and I returned the gesture. The man took a seat in the front row across from me, only a few chairs in between us. I found it cute that he liked to sit in the front of the classroom, too. Very few people did. He turned away from me to place his backpack on the floor and take out a few books. I took the opportunity to look at him. He was attractive, for sure. His short sleeved solid black shirt followed his movements, tattoos peaking through his top. The shirt itself tucked was into ripped jeans, his black shoes matching the outfit, along with various accoutrements. His look was uncommon for college students, most just wore sweatpants with with a casual shirt. I thanked myself for dressing nice that day.

I tilted my head to get a better look at his side profile. He was so handsome that I seemed to forget I was staring. I couldn’t help but get caught up in him, not realizing that I was no longer being subtle.

He spoke without moving to face me, “You’re pretty cute, too.”

“I-I what?” My eyes widened, realizing I’d been caught.

He turned, a charming smile on his face, “You aren’t exactly discreet.”

I took a breath, trying to form a coherent sentence, “Well...can you blame me?”

He pursed his lips, trying to hide a smile, “I appreciate the compliment. What’s your name?”

I hesitated before answering him, which brought a full smile to his face. He moved closer to me before holding out his hand for me to shake. I grabbed his hand and shook it, trying to keep my hands steady. His hand was soft, clearly he took care of himself.

“I’m Yunho.”

I smiled, observing the way he lit up as he turned my hand, placing a delicate kiss on my skin. I felt my face heat up and averted my eyes. Yunho chuckled as he released my hand. Both of us looked up at the sound of the door opening, a group of students entered, followed by a lady who I presumed to be the teacher.

Yunho looked at me, “Meet me after class?”

I nodded, biting my lip as I felt excitement build in my stomach, wanting nothing more than for class to end as soon as possible.

The instant the teacher ended her lecture she left with the rest of the students, who were talking among themselves. My eyes flickered to Yunho to find him looking back at me, his backpack now thrown over his shoulders.

“You have any classes after this?” He asked in a nonchalant manner. Later he confessed to me that he was far more nervous than he appeared, claiming that he fell in love with me at first sight.

I finished placing my notebook in my bag, zipping it up and putting the straps over my arms, “Yeah, unfortunately. I’ve got World Politics in ten minutes.”

“Aww damn. I was hoping we could grab some food.” He reached into his pants’ pocket, pulling out his phone, “Maybe I could get your number instead and we could meet up later?” He wasn’t pushy or demanding, simply asking.

I nodded quickly, “I’d like that, Yunho.”

He suddenly became more shy, the tips of his ears dusting a beautiful shade of pink, “I like the way you say my name.”

I giggled, trying to hide my own shyness. I took his phone and entered my number, really hoping that he would text me. As if he read my mind, he confirmed what I was thinking.

“I’ll text you,” He looked at me with sparkling eyes before shaking his head, like he was pulled back to reality, “Oh uh...you should probably get to class.“ He raised a hand, somewhat awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

“Yeah I probably should. I’ll see you around?”

He smiled, “I’ll see ya.”

It wasn’t long before he texted me, and it made my heart flutter that he kept his word. A day later we met up, grabbing ice cream and getting to know each other. He was a dance major and had to practically beg his parents to let him pursue dance. In return they said he had to repay them with getting straight A’s. He had one younger brother who was possibly the biggest baseball fan to ever exist, he roomed with three men he’d been friends with since kindergarten, and he absolutely adored my brown eyes.

“They’re just beautiful.” Yunho gushed, “Both times I’ve seen you they just sparkle and shine like they’ve got their own little galaxies in them. I’ve never seen anyone with such genuine, kind eyes.”

I let out a girly laugh at the compliment and covered my mouth with a hand, “You’re really trying to flatter me, aren’t you?”

“Depends. Is it working?” He laughed as he propped his head on one of his hands, leaning closer to me in the booth we were sitting in. We’d finished our ice cream long ago, now shamelessly flirting and getting lost in each other.

“It might be.”

“Well I do mean it. I’m not only trying to flatter you.”

The ringing of his phone caught our attention. He smiled apologetically and reached for the device. He sighed, reading the contact name and looking back up at me.

“I’m sorry I’ve gotta take this. It’s one of my roommates and it’s entirely possible they’ve set the house on fire.”

I laughed, “It’s okay, go ahead.”

Yunho excused himself as he answered the call, walking outside. I took a look around the shop we were in, smiling at all the decorations when I noticed a woman sitting alone, eating ice cream and staring at me. Her eyes were such an ice blue that they made her intimidating, to say the least. I wasn’t too surprised, I’d dressed nice and all throughout the day I’d been getting looks. Taking it as a compliment I smiled at her and waited for Yunho to return.

“So good news,” He started as he sat back down in the booth, running a hand through his hair, which was way more attractive than it should’ve been, “They haven’t burnt down the apartment, but San—he’s one of my roommates—his car ran out of gas a few miles away from here so I’ve gotta go help him. Can I drive you back to your own apartment first?”

“Oh no, I don’t want to worry you.” I waved a hand, “I can have a friend pick me up.”

He nodded, “If you’re more comfortable with that, sure, but I’d rather drive you home, if that’s okay.”

I nodded, walking with him as he guided me out to his car. We had our first kiss when he dropped me off, leaving me with the promise of another date, and he delivered. Time and time again he proved he truly cared about me, which inevitably led to a relationship.

We heard a loud crashing in the basement of the house and Yunho let out a frustrated groan, “Oh god it’s happening again.”

He walked over to the basement door, opening it and sighing at the loud yells emitting from below.

“What is it this time?” Yunho shouted.

Wooyoung’s voice rung out, “San won’t let me use the controller!”

The man in front of me placed a hand over his eyes, over the situation entirely, “You’re still fighting over that game?”

“Crash Bandicoot waits for no man!”

“San let him have the controller or I’ll come down there and I’ll beat both of your asses!” Yunho shut the door, giving me a tired smile and walking back to me, “You’d think we would’ve outgrown this stage by now. I’d fire them both and hire a new bassist and drummer if I could.”

“Okay that’s an absolute lie, and you say that like you’re any better. I saw you arguing with Seonghwa over the last bag of chips yesterday.”

He pointed a finger at me, not trying to hide the smile on his face, “Okay that was absolutely valid. I bought those and they were mine.”

I smirked. “My point still stands.”

He rolled his eyes playfully, changing the subject, “How about after our date I sing you a couple of our new songs?” He leaned closer, his lips barely grazing my ear, “I wrote a few about you.”

I pulled back from him, feeling warmth spread in my chest. “Really? You did?”

Yunho wrapped an arm around my waist, “How could I not? You’re always my inspiration.”

I let out a string of incoherent gibberish which prompted the most adorable eye smiles from my boyfriend. I felt too honored to put my emotions into words.

“Go on.” Yunho motioned to the front door, “Grab your purse and head out to my car. I’ll let the guys know we’re going and I’ll meet you outside.”

I gave him a salute, “You got it cap’n!”

His eyes warmed, “God, I love you.”

“I know!” I teased before I grabbed my purse and skipped out of the house. The sun would be setting soon and I admired the several hues that were painted within the sky. I sat on the hood of his car, swinging my feet as I saw him walk out of the house.

“So where exactly are we going?” I tilted my head, looking forward to his response.

“Well I’ve got a couple ideas.” He held up his long fingers and counted off on them, “We could go bowling, or we could have a late night picnic, or maybe...” He moved closer, placing his hands on either side of me with a mischievous grin, “We could go swimming.”

My face lit up, “I haven’t been swimming in forever!”

“I know, that’s why I recommended it.” He laughed, “Let’s break into the swimming pool downtown. It’s definitely closed by now so we can be alone.”

I raised my brows at his words, a smile widening on my face, “Don’t we need to bring swimsuits, though?”

Yunho grinned at me and moved a hand to ruffle my hair, “Nope. We’re going without ‘em.” He lifted me off his car, “Hop in, babe.”

We approached the fence with our hands interlocked, a new message greeting us. A red and black sign with the words ‘No Trespassing’ was attached haphazardly to one of the metal wires looped through the fence surrounding the pool.

Yunho tsked, “Aw that’s cute. Like that’s gonna keep us out. This is basically our pool anyways.”

I laughed, both of us knowing full well there was no method of security beyond the sign and fence. The pool had never installed security cameras and after word spread that the owner had a fear of advancing technology, we had no worry of being caught.

He cupped his hands, holding them out for me to step on. I placed my foot on his hands as he lifted me up, helping me scale the fence. I stepped back, feeling a thrill as Yunho jumped over. It was probably the fourth or fifth time we’d done this, but each time was just as exciting. We walked over to the edge of the pool, its light blue water and the dark blue of the sunset opposing one another but making a beautiful visual.

“Alright, off we go.” Yunho’s fingers danced to the hem of my shirt, then pulling it off and ridding me of the layer of clothing. He pressed several kisses to the exposed skin, making me shiver.

Yunho then pulled back from me, slowly removing his shirt and giving me a teasing look when he caught me staring at his abs, “I look good, don’t I?”

“Shut up,” I laughed, lightly slapping his strong, tattooed arm before removing my skirt, enjoying the way my boyfriend’s eyes devoured me. I returned the action when I saw him remove his jeans, something he was clearly enjoying as well.

I turned back to the pool only to be thrown over Yunho’s shoulders. He let out a string of laughs as I struggled to get down, fearing that he would throw me into the water.

“If you throw me into the pool I’ll kill you!” I laughed, squirming on his shoulders.

“No...I would never do something like that.” I wasn’t even facing him, but I could hear the smile in his voice, which was my only indication that he was about to throw me into pool.

Before I could try to make any sort of escape, he tossed me into the water. It was cold, but less cold than I expected it to be. I coughed up a bit of water as I resurfaced and when I opened my eyes I squinted at Yunho, annoyed at how attractive he looked with the evil smirk on his face.

“You’re a jerk.” I said with no venom behind my words.

“Yeah, yeah. Brace yourself I’m coming in.”

I barely had time to move before he jumped in, his legs tucked to his chest. “Cannonball!”

I moved my hands in front of my face to block the wave of water coming my way, not feeling any surprise about my boyfriend’s childish behavior. When he resurfaced he faced me with a smile, wading towards me, embracing me in his arms, and wrapping my legs around his waist. He was so tall that he could reach the bottom of the pool without having to swim, unlike me, where I was no near reaching the bottom and needed to swim in place. With a satisfied hum he pressed several wet kisses to my neck.

“I love you,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by my skin.

“I love you too, babe.” I hesitated before I said my next words, still overwhelmed at how strong my feelings were for him, “You’re the love of my life.”

He pulled back with a bright smile on his face, his eyes shining almost as if he was tearing up, “I knew you were the love of my life the moment I saw you. And you’re all mine.” Yunho said before he placed a delicate kiss to my lips.

“All yours, babe.”

His long fingers danced along my sides, grabbing at my hips as he began to attack my chest with kisses. I giggled as the feeling of his stubble tickled my skin.

“You know, you really ‘oughta shave before you get a full beard.”

“Why? Are you saying I wouldn’t look good with one?”

I cupped his face, “You’d look amazing with one, but I thought you didn’t like beards, babe?”

“Hate ‘em.” Yunho’s laugh echoed around us, “Really weird that men can grow them in the first place. But anyways...”

His hands made quick work of my bra, letting it sink to the bottom of the pool. I opened my mouth to scold him but before I could his mouth latched to my right nipple, sucking and nipping on it in a way that made my hands seek out his hair and tug harshly at his locks. Letting out a growl, Yunho placed one hand on the the pool wall for balance and the other on my back, drawing abstract shapes there.

Yunho moved to my other nipple, giving it the same treatment and smiling when he heard my moans. In a flash he removed his hand from my back and pressed me against the pool wall, his hand now traveling to my panties.

As he removed the final item of clothing he ran a finger over my clit, giggling to himself. I gave him a look and he clarified, “Babe, you’re wet enough to fill an entire swimming pool.”

I groaned, pressing my head into his chest, “You make that same god awful joke every time we come here.”

“And as such I couldn’t let tradition die.”

“Shut up and fuck me.” I laughed, promptly helping him out of his boxers.

He continued to tease me after, switching between playing with my clit and stretching me out with his long fingers. By the time he finally gave in, I was a whimpering, pathetic mess, begging for more.

As he aligned with my walls he looked at me with delicate eyes, “Ready, little flower?”

I nodded quickly, chanting ‘yes’ over and over. Yunho once again placed a hand on the wall and hooked one of my legs over his waist, allowing him to thrust deeper inside me. He held my hand with his free one, a simple action that always melted my heart. Despite how long we’d been together, I would always get overwhelmed by him so easily. Everything about him exuded such a strong aura that sometimes just the smallest kiss would leave me breathless. The first time we were intimate he took his hand in mine and assured me he would be gentle, and every time since he’s held my hand. It wouldn’t feel right without our hands together.

“Shit—it’s been way too long since we’ve done this.” I said as he snapped his hips into mine, quickly repeating the action.

“God I know.” He let out a pained groan at the thought of it, “Four months is gonna be fucking awful without you.”

“Guess we’ll have to make do with what we’ve got now.”

“Guess we will.”

The sounds of water splashing and the echos of our moans, a symphony I had become so familiar with, was gradually reaching its crescendo. It was getting harder to keep my eyes open but I forced them to be, needed to memorize everything about this moment. The sweat dripping down Yunho’s forehead, the tattooed muscles he was flexing, the sounds and praise he was emitting, and pleasure we were both feeling--I wouldn’t see nor feel this for the next four months.

A particular snap of his hips had me seeing stars and I called out to him, letting him know I was close. Within minutes, both of us were panting and reeling from our highs. Yunho pressed his nose against mine and both of us closed our eyes, enjoying each other’s presence.

“How come every time we come here it ends in sex?” I giggled.

He blinked and moved a strand of wet hair out of my face, “Because you’re hot and barely wearing any clothes and no one’s around.”

I blushed at his compliment, “I mean like I’m not complaining or anything.”

A cocky smile formed on Yunho’s face, “Well it certainly didn’t sound like you were a moment ago.”

“Yunho!”

The man laughed, lifting me up and spinning me around in the pool before cradling me in his arms.

“I hate to say it, but we do need to head back. The world awaits for us, I’m afraid.”

I sighed, pressing into his chest, “I’m gonna miss you.”

He stilled as he pulled me closer, “I’m gonna miss you, too. You don’t have to miss me yet, though.”

“I know.” I swallowed, wishing I had something more to say.

“Come on, then.” Yunho gave me a quick kiss, “Let’s head back.”

Yunho held the front door open for me, giving me a gentle slap on my ass when I walked through. I turned around and gave him a playfully annoyed look, which he only laughed at.

As we walked towards the living room, the sound of a random sitcom filled our ears. Six heads turned our way after hearing our footsteps. Seonghwa was resting his head against his long-time girlfriend. She was a sweet girl and complimented him more than any woman I’d seen him with. They really were soulmates, if they ever existed.

San was sitting holding hands with a man he’d been interested in for awhile. I’d often see him flirting with various men and women, but he never went any further than that, too afraid of commitment. This man; however, seemed to breaking through San’s walls. I really hoped they would work out, San deserved someone as kind as him.

Wooyoung sat across from the them, who acknowledged us first.

“Hey guys. Have fun?” Wooyoung asked, smiling at my soaked hair. He had his arm around a woman I’d never seen before and I was certain that none of us would ever see her again. He had the reputation of a playboy, and every poor woman thought they’d be the one exception, the one to make him stay. I’m sure the allure of being a drummer in a band was part of his appeal, too. Maybe one day, like San, he’d settle down.

The woman became visibly upset when Wooyoung looked me with a teasing glance. Feeling sympathy for her, I decided to do my best to calm her nerves.

I spoke for us, linking hands with my boyfriend. “Yeah, we did. I think we’re gonna go clean up though.” I looked at the woman, “I’m y/n, by the way. I’m Yunho’s girlfriend.”

She didn’t even try to hide the relief on her face. “Oh! I’m Solar. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Yeah,” Wooyoung started, “Best girlfriend he’s ever had. Much better for him than Lucy.”

Yunho glared at the man, “Thought we agreed not to bring her up?”

Lucy, the woman Yunho dated before me, was arguably the scariest person I’d ever heard about. They dated for roughly three months before she became obsessive, to the point where Yunho had to get a restraining order against her. She threatened to hurt all of Yunho’s friends and family, all because she wanted Yunho all to herself. That was about all Yunho ever told me about her. Not that I complained. I didn’t exactly want to discuss his exes, even more so when they were that crazy.

I never told him, but I knew I saw her the first date we went on. I could see the way her piercing, ice eyes saw through me. I had no doubt it was her. I just hope I’d never see her again. Maybe now that she saw he was taken she’d leave us alone. There was an uncomfortable silence following, none of us knowing what to say until San spoke.

“You look like a wet dog, Yunho.” San joked, prompting laughter from a few of us, which seemed like more of a noise of relief rather than one of actual humor.

“Yeah, yeah.” My boyfriend relaxed his shoulders, “I think we’re gonna head in for the night so don’t make too much noise.” Waving them goodbye he caught up with me, placing a hand around my waist.

“Shower with me, doll.”

I placed a hand on his chest, “I would love to.”

I came out of the shower wearing my favorite large shirt of Yunho’s, drying my wet hair with a towel. The smell of chlorine had gone away for the most part; whatever chemicals the owner put in that pool always made the smell harder to get rid of. Only a small price to pay, I figured.

My boyfriend, who was much quicker than I was, looked up from his phone as he was splayed out across his bed. His tired eyes smiled at me while motioning me over. Yunho’s own hair was still drying and with his bare face and crooked smile, he was as handsome as he could ever be.

“Hey there.”

“Hey, sweetheart.” He reached an arm out to me, pulling me against him when I took his hand, “How ya feeling?”

“Tired.” I hummed, sleepily smiling against his neck.

“Too tired to listen to the song I wrote for you?”

“No! Not at all.”

Yunho chuckled, slowly brushing my hair aside and turning his head to look at me. As he had countless times, he took a breath before he turned to me, beginning to sing.

“You give me fireworks

I’ll give you the kindest words, my dear

Your love caught me

The moment I met your eyes

And how could I not fall?

Your heart bared, no disguise”

I fought to stay awake although his melodic voice seemed to be lulling me to sleep. I felt myself losing consciousness, but managed to catch the last few lyrics he sang to me.

“Now I sunbathe in the daybreak

Half asleep, half awake

Writing this song

As I hope I’ll dream of you”

Yunho brushed his fingertips brush against my face before he spoke, “Goodnight, flower.”

I muttered some form of a “goodnight” before I felt sleep take over me, nuzzling happily against my boyfriend.

I woke up in a panic, unsure why my heart was beating so fast until I looked at the clock. Eleven in the morning. I was an hour later than I should’ve been at my job. It seemed that even unconscious my body knew I was late.

“Oh shit I’m gonna be late for work!” I spoke with wide eyes.

Jumping from Yunho’s bed I stripped myself of his shirt and quickly threw my clothes on. The body that laid beside me stirred, moving the covers aside.

“Are you leaving?” He asked sleepily, his face puffy from sleep and an adorable pout on his lips.

I frowned, “Yeah. I’m sorry we didn’t get to spend more time together, babe.”

He shook his head, “Don’t worry about it. Both of us slept in.”

I tied my hair back, sighing. I was so caught up in my thoughts I almost missed Yunho’s question.

“Sorry what was that?”

He smiled, “You’re coming to our going away party tomorrow, right?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I moved back to the bed and hugged him, feeling my heart sink. I was proud of him, I really was, yet couldn’t help but feel sad that I wouldn’t see him for so long.

This was the longest tour they’d ever gone on and we’d never been apart from each other that long before. I trusted him and I was confident in our relationship, but realistically, all members of Sidekick Heart were attractive young men and a good portion of their fans were female. I was far more concerned about the female audience doing something than I was about Yunho making a move on another woman.

With one last squeeze of his shoulders I pulled back, goodbyes beginning to fall from my lips before Yunho pulled me back.

“I need a goodbye kiss.”

I pressed my lips together with a smile, gladly indulging him. Giving him one last kiss against the lips, I bid him farewell until the following day.

“So how was work?” My roommate asked as I walked in the house, propping her feet up on our couch and tossing a kernel of corn into her mouth, the lighting of the TV illuminating her blanket-covered body.

I sighed, sitting down on the floor next to her, “Other than being an hour and a half late and missing an important meeting I think it went okay. I’m just glad the day’s over.” Rubbing a hand over my face I turned to her, “What about you? How was your day?”

“Pretty damn good actually.” She smiled, removing the blanket and showing me the new ink on her upper arm. It was an assortment of flowers and matched her bubbly personality perfectly. They were now the fifth adornment on her beautiful dark skin, each one of them tempting me more and more to get a few of my own.

“Another one already, Tiff?”

“Listen, you’ll know how addicting they get as soon as you get your first.”

“You sound so confident that I will.”

“Oh I know you will. You’re dating a rockstar, after all. Not to mention he’s the goddamn lead singer and has tattoos of his own.”

“Shut up.” I giggled, “Speaking of, are you coming to the farewell party tomorrow?”

“I plan on it, but I’ll probably be there a couple hours late. My dad’s flying into town for the weekend so I plan on visiting first. I’m definitely coming though.”

I hummed, “Yeah, don’t worry too much about it. We all know it’ll go till sunrise anyway.”

She let out a loud laugh, likely remembering the last party of theirs we went to where she ended up more drunk than I’d ever seen her. She claims she remembers flashes of the night; playing strip beer pong and being dared to steal one of the neighbor’s bushes—which, after much convincing from those who were sober, she decided against it—but didn’t recall half of the hilarious memories of her the rest of us did. Personally, my favorite was watching her hold a tomato soup can and cry over the fact that it could never have children.

Tiff let out a yawn as she stretched her arms above her head, turning in my direction. Her words were muffled by her yawn as she spoke, “Imma go to bed now. You good before I go?”

I smiled at her, “Yeah I’m good. I won’t stay up too much longer, just need to go through my nightly routine of looking at the stars, ya know, the usual.”

She nodded, wrapping the blanket around her and heading to her bedroom, “Sleep well, babe. I’ll see ya tomorrow.”

“Back at ya.”

It was a habit of mine, gazing at the night sky before sleeping. It gave me comfort knowing that out there, somewhere, there was something else out there with me. Almost like I wasn’t going through everything alone.

I set my purse down when I reached our kitchen, reaching for a tea pot and tea bags, brainlessly brewing my favorite tea as I thought of what Yunho might be doing right now. It was probably most likely that he was practicing for their tours, but I could only hope he was getting a little bit of rest.

I stepped out onto our porch to look at the stars with a cup of tea in my hands, the night sky twinkling with all the stars it could offer. A slight breeze rustled my hair and I closed my eyes, thankful for the pleasant weather. I heard a sudden snap of a branch and my eyes quickly opened as I searched out property for any sign of an aggressive animal. My eyes finally landed on a human-like figure. Feeling adrenaline run though me, I decided to confront whoever or whatever it was.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” I spoke, my voice loud but not quite a yell.

The figure took off it’s hood to show their face, and I saw a familiar pair of ice blue eyes, though I hadn’t seen them in years, “I’m here to see you, of course.”

My brain quickly connected her to the woman I hoped I’d never see again.

Lucy.

“Well I don’t want to see you. Leave.”

She pressed a hand to her chest, feigning offense, “But I came all this way! Just to...say hello.”

I took a step towards her, hoping that if I appeared confrontational she would leave me alone. “I don’t know who you are, now please leave. I’m not going to say it again.”

“Oh, you poor girl. You really think you have the upper hand?” She pulled out a knife, and walked towards me at impressive speed, pointing the weapon at my throat. “I know you’ve been seeing Yunho. I. Don’t. Like. That.” She emphasized every word of the last sentence, anger woven within her voice.

I wanted to fight back. Everything in me was screaming to fight back, but I knew I had no chance. I had no idea what she was capable of, and I didn’t dare to find out.

“I dated him first and he’s still mine. You’re going to break up with him, you hear me?” She screamed in my ear, the sound shaking me to my core, “I never want to see you near him again.” She grabbed my jaw harshly, forcing my eyes to lock with hers. “I bet he doesn’t even love you.”

My eyes watered. I knew she was wrong, but with the adrenaline coursing through my veins and the harshness of her words I began to doubt myself.

Her grip tightened and I let out a yelp, “He loves me and I love him. He’s always loved me, not you. Why would he ever love a thing like you?”

She then threw me to the ground, towering over me, “Break up with him. Make him hate you. If you don’t,” She squatted down next to me, once more pointing the knife at my throat, “I’ll kill him myself and make you watch. Then,” She cocked her head, a crazed smile plastered on her face, “I’ll kill you. If I can’t have him, no one can.” She stood, smirking at me, “And you know I will.”

She kicked me in the stomach, watching as I crawled into myself, groaning from the pain. I closed my eyes, hoping she wouldn’t hurt me any more than she already had.

“I’ll be watching you at the party tomorrow. Do it then. Break his heart. I’ll kill him then and there if you don’t.” She looked down at me and scoffed, “And I’ll be bringing friends to make sure the job gets done.”

I carefully opened my eyes to see her stepping over me, walking back into the darkness from which she came. I scrambled back into my house, hyperventilating from the interaction I just had.

I spent the night crying, not able to sleep even for a minute. I tried to think rationally, but there were just too many variables. How many ‘friends’ was she bringing? Would she really kill Yunho in front of everyone? Where would she be watching me from? Is she watching me now?

I could text or call Yunho to let him know, but where would we go from there? He’d want to meet me and she’d kill him instantly. Right?

“Maybe I could pull him aside at the party and warn him?” I murmured to myself, “No, she could probably see that. Maybe there’s people actually at the party who are looking out for us, too.” I covered my face with my hands and fell back into my pillows, weeping as I knew I had to break up with the love of my life.

Choosing to wear a yellow dress honestly couldn’t have been more ironic. Yellow was supposed to be a happy color. A color of hope and yearning, innocence and warm days full of laughter. It was the complete antithesis of how I felt and what I knew I had to do. Even worse, the weather was perfect. It was sunny, but not so much to make it unbearable outside. Everything about today made my insides twist.

I took a breath at the door of Yunho’s house, bracing myself for what I had to do. Knocking a few times I heard a commotion inside before the man I came to see opened the door. His smile had never been bigger.

“Baby!” He cheered, pulling me into a bear hug and ruffling my styled hair, “I’m so excited you’re here!”

He looks so ecstatic. And I have to break him.

The thought crushed me and brought tears to my eyes, but I couldn’t let him die. I knew she was serious, I didn’t doubt that for a moment. I grabbed Yunho’s arm, pulling him outside and away from everyone in the house.

I looked at the ground as I felt my lips begin to quiver, “I’m sorry. I just need to get this over with.”

Yunho bent down to meet my eyes, “Hey, hey. What’s going on sweetheart?” His voice was gentle, one of his hands coming to rub the tears from my face, “I’m here for you, whatever it is.”

I looked down, unable to look him in the eyes. I hated myself more than I’d ever hated anyone. “I don’t love you, Yunho.” My hands began to shake beyond my control, my own body knowing I was making a mistake.

“W-what?” Yunho’s voice cracked. A moment of silence passed before he let out a hollow laugh, “Baby, you don’t mean that-”

I looked up at him and immediately wished I hadn’t. Tears were welling in his eyes, his own hands beginning to shake.

“I said I don’t love you Yunho!” I said louder than I intended, “Not anymore. I don’t want to be with you. I’m sorry.”

He took a step back and I noticed his hands clenching, something he always did to keep himself from crying.

“If that’s what you want,” Tears fell from his eyes before he finished his sentence, “Then I’ll support your decision.” He looked to the side, not knowing what else to say.

I wanted nothing more than to throw myself in his arms and explain everything, tell him that I’ve never stopped loving him, not even for a second, but I couldn’t. Instead, I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand and looked at him one last time. He was so fucking handsome, so goddamn kind, and here I was doing this to him. Maybe he did deserve someone better.

“Good luck with your tour, Yunho. I know you’ll be fantastic.”

I turned and walked away from him quickly, leaving the house and ignoring the stare I could feel on me. I ran across the yard to my car, starting the engine and leaning my head against the steering wheel. I felt myself lose all oxygen in my body, the only option left to take large gasps of air. My vision was so clouded by tears I couldn’t even see anymore. I’d just lost myself along with my other half. I’d never felt as empty as I did in that moment.

Just then I heard a knocking on my window. I half-hardheartedly lifted my head and felt my heart lurch. Yunho was standing outside my car, eyes red and puffy, looking at me like I was the last person he’d ever see. I opened my car without thinking, my breathing still as uneven as before.

Yunho spoke, his voice coarse and distant, “I’m not asking you to change your mind, but I need you to know that I have always loved you and I always will. That will never change.”

I wiped the snot from my nose but didn’t bother to try and fix the mascara I knew was streaming down my face. I knew I had to look horrible, but he still held so much love for me that it was easy to see in his eyes. I fought myself to not reply, knowing that if I’d open my mouth all I’d say was ‘I love you’ over and over again.

“Is it too out of line to ask for a last hug?” He smiled sadly as more tears poured from his eyes.

I shook my head, running into his arms and embracing him. I felt like I made a mistake the moment I did because I could smell him. He was wearing the cologne I bought him for his birthday. His warm, sturdy chest...everything about him felt like home.

“Goodbye, Yunho.”

I arrived at home alone, tears still stinging my eyes. Tiff was nowhere to be found and I couldn’t decide if I was thankful or sad for the fact that she wasn’t there. I barely made it out to our porch before collapsing once again, finding it harder and harder to breathe. I didn’t know how long I was sitting there, it could’ve been one hour or three, but given the setting sun it looked like it was the latter. Once more I heard a noise outside our home, and once more the female figure appeared before me.

“You did good,” Lucy said, twirling her knife in her hands, “Dare I say I’m proud of you.”

“I don’t ever want to see you here again.” I cried, “I did what you want now get the fuck away from me.”

“My, my. You have quite the mouth on you, don’t you?” She tsked, “But you did as I asked, so I might as well comply. Don’t; however, think that you can go crawling back to Yunho and tell him about this. I’ll keep watching you and if you decide to do just that...I’ll follow through with my promise.”

I kept my eyes on the ground, convinced that if I looked up at her I’d attempt to rip the hair out of her head. No anger I had ever felt before could surmount to the rage I was feeling.

“Nonetheless, it was a pleasure doing business with you, miss.”

As soon as she came, she was gone. When I finally let myself look up, I could no longer see her, only darkness. Once again, I was alone.

Six months had passed since I broke up with Yunho and today officially made the third new date I’d went on. All of them were absolutely horrible. It wasn’t even that the guys were mean or rude or weren’t attractive, they just weren’t him.

Why am I even trying to move on?

I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes looked heavy, the bags under my eyes ever prominent. I couldn’t fool myself. I’d never be able to be with another man again. I forced myself to hold back tears and reached back to untie my hair, preparing to take a bath in hopes that it would take my mind off of things.

I began to run the warm water as I reached for several candles, lighting them and placing them around the room, trying to forget the entire day altogether. As I waited for the tub to fill I grabbed my phone, opening Instagram for no other reason than to have something to do. Although Yunho and I broke up, I still followed their band account, as well as their individual accounts. Seonghwa, San, and Wooyoung were still my friends, after all. Yunho was the only exception. Both of us unfollowed each other early on just because it was too painful. I didn’t hold it against him and hoped he didn’t hold it against me either.

Regardless, my eyes found the most recent post on Sidekick Heart’s account. All four members were shirtless, their hair dripping wet with goofy smiles plastered on their faces. They were standing by a pool, the same one Yunho and I would often break into. I noticed Yunho first, how could I not? His smile wasn’t as wide as the other’s, his eyes a bit colder, but he looked happy all the same. He looked good. Really, really good. He was always fit while we were dating, but he gained more muscle since I last saw him and it didn’t go unnoticed by their fans, either. I clicked the comment section against my better judgement, knowing what I was going to see before I even did so.

“Yunho looks like a fucking goddd”

“So Yunho’s still single right??”

“Yunhooo hmu I beg you”

“Jesus Christ Yunho break me please”

A surge of jealousy rushed through me. I hated when girls said those things when we were together, but now that we were apart it made it even worse. I had no right to be jealous, and that was the worst part.

The water reached my leg that was resting on the side of the tub and I scrambled to turn off the faucet. Doing my best to push the images from my mind I placed my phone aside and stripped from my clothes, settling in the water. I sighed as some water fell out of the side of the tub. It wasn’t a terrible thing to happen, but it seemed to just be another thing to go wrong.

My eyes wandered back to my phone, Instagram still open and the picture I was looking at earlier still on display. He was so fucking hot and seeing that he was standing next to that pool—our pool—made my brain short circuit. I couldn’t stop my thoughts from taking me back to the last night we broke in, the way we teased each other and how it inevitably led to sex. It seemed I had no control over my body as my dominant hand slipped between my legs.

But as much as I wanted it to be, it wasn’t the same. My fingers weren’t as long or slender as his and just nothing about our touches were the same, but the image of him just made my hormones rage. Every ounce of me craved him.

My fingers swirled around my clit, a bundle of pleasure shooting through me at the action. I closed my eyes, letting my body take over and repeat the motions and much as I fought not to, my brain kept replaying scenes of two of us again, and again, and again.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” Yunho spoke as I sunk down on his dick, barely finding the energy to lift myself up again even though the noises he made were like shots of espresso.

“Aww, is my baby getting tired?” He cooed, jerking his hips into mine.

“It’s not fair!” I whined, “I’m not good at this and you know it.”

“But we wouldn’t be a good couple if we didn’t encourage each other to work hard, right? Up you go, flower.”

I whimpered and pouted, but still obeyed him. Taking pity on me, Yunho grabbed my waist and lifted me, relaxing his grip as I moved downward. I made a noise that wasn’t understood by Yunho, but it didn’t go unnoticed.

“What was that?”

“Please. More. I need you so bad.” I begged.

Yunho laughed, “I really do have you wrapped around my finger, don’t I?”

I nodded before remembering that he’d probably prefer a verbal answer, “Yes. I’m w-wrapped around your finger.”

He let out a noise of satisfaction before flipping us over into a position so that he would have full control. I grabbed the bedsheets roughly, so much in my own world that I didn’t hear Yunho’s words.

“What was that?” I let out with a series of mewls.

“You’ve got me wrapped around your finger, too, you know? I don’t go an hour without thinking about you anymore. I can’t even have a single conversation without bringing you up. Anytime someone says your name my heart beats out of my damn chest. You’re the only woman for me.”

My legs shook as my high approached, barely able to breathe at it’s intensity. It took me a minute before I could even remember where I was. As I came to my senses, I felt tears biting at my eyes and this time I didn’t bother to hold them back. I watched as they streamed down my face and joined the now-cold water surrounding me. I brought my hands up to cover my eyes, glad Tiff wasn’t home to hear my wailing. She’d been good about staying with me since the breakup, but tonight she just wasn’t here. The hole in my heart felt even deeper now. I wondered if he found someone, if he was happy now. Hell, maybe it was his ex. The thought tore my heart out and ripped it in two. I wanted to be happy for him if it was true, but I just couldn’t be. I was still too selfish. I still wanted him to love only me.

New friends, new beginnings or whatever.

That’s apparently what I thought when I began attending more clubs at college after the breakup, meeting new people and eventually finding a really solid friend group. All who happened to really like punk-rock music.

“You should really go with us,” Shang directed his words at me, “There’s a new band popping up that’s playing this weekend. It’s three hours away but they have great music.”

I sighed, not fully convinced although it did sound fun. The last concert I’d been to was one of Yunho’s and though I hadn’t even seen him in what felt like forever, I still couldn’t help myself from thinking of him anytime someone talked about concerts. Sensing my apprehension, the woman beside me spoke up.

“Road trip! Road trip! Road trip!” Tyra chanted in my ear, her black curls bouncing with her as she clapped her hands between the words. “Come on, it would be so much fun and you know it.”

I bit my lip, deep in thought. I knew I would have fun but I just didn’t know if that would outweigh the pain I would feel.

“What’s the band name?” I asked, looking at Shang.

“Honestly?” He scratched the back of his head, “I was a little drunk when I told one of my friends I’d be there so I don’t even remember what they’re called.”

“How do you know they have great music, then?” I laughed, Tyra agreeing with me, apparently not knowing who was playing when she agreed either.

“I mean, my brother listens to their music and he’s got good music taste so they’ve gotta be good.”

I closed my eyes as I felt an oncoming headache, knowing they wouldn’t accept no as an answer. “Fuck it.” I stated, “I’ll go.”

The two cheered, Shang promising that I’d enjoy myself. I doubted it, truthfully, but really it was decided that I’d go the moment the pair brought the idea up to me.

Our trio waded through the giant crowd as the doors opened to let us into the venue. It was big, one of the larger concerts I’ve been to. Whoever we were seeing was successful, for sure. The volume at which everyone was speaking was essentially a yell, so I had to do just that to get my messages through.

“I still can’t believe we have no fucking idea who’s playing!” I yelled at Shang.

He laughed, “I got seats towards the front row, though! I didn’t even have to pay for them!”

“That’s not gonna matter if we don’t know any of the lyrics, you dipshit!” Tyra barked.

“Okay okay I should’ve asked, I get that now.”

As we found our way towards the seats, there was a big projector with the words ‘Sidekick Heart’ displayed across it. My heart dropped and I suddenly felt it become hard to breathe.

“You got us tickets to a Sidekick Heart concert?” Tyra beamed, “I love their music and I’m practically in love with San! His vocals are insane! Holy shit, Shang!”

“Ohhhh yeah I remember now.” He chuckled.

I seemed to fade into the background as the two of them discussed their love for the band and the members. All I could think about was seeing Yunho again.

Would he see me? How would he react if he does?...Does he hate me?

I only came back to reality when the audience began to cheer and I saw all the members step onto stage. Seonghwa cradled his electric guitar, in one arm, waving at the audience with the other. Wooyoung plopped down behind the drum set, smiling at the audience while twirling a drumstick. With his bass guitar, San, ever the king of expressions, gave his best smoulder to the audience and it seemed like the audience collectively screamed over him. Then came Yunho out to center stage, his electric guitar in his hands and a smirk on his face as if he knew everyone in the damn building wanted to fuck him. And he’d be right. The spotlights on each of them made them look like actual gods. If I didn’t know them personally I would have thought they were.

Yunho leaned into the mic, his gruff voice taking me by surprise, “Hello everyone! Great to see you all! If you haven’t been to one of our concerts before this is how it’s gonna work: You’re gonna dance, we’re gonna sing, we’re all gonna have a fucking great time tonight!”

The crowd erupted as the first song began to play. It was one of their more popular songs and for good reason. All over it was a really well put together song and I couldn’t help as I began to mouth along to the words. Song after song played, some I knew some I didn’t, and the entire time I couldn’t look away from the man singing. He radiated confidence and looked relaxed as if he’d been performing for decades. I knew he wasn’t as cool as he seemed, I’d given him so many pep talks before performances I couldn’t count them, but as an outsider you’d never know.

I wonder who talked him up this time?

“Alright everyone. This is the last song of the night and-”

The audience booed, everyone upset at the night coming to a close.

Yunho laughed. The sound was rich and beautiful. He was truly enjoying himself. This is what he was meant to do, with or without me. I closed my eyes, willing myself not to cry.

Yunho’s voice filled my ears. “I know, I know. I’d love to stay a bit longer, too. Here’s the thing though...” He paused and I opened my eyes only to see him looking back at me. His eyes automatically softened as they always did when he saw me, but as if he remembered how we ended his gaze hardened slightly, like he was trying to distance himself. It felt like we’d been looking at each other for hours before he opened his mouth to speak again, but I knew very well that my perception of time had been off for a while.

“Even if we only have this little time left, I’ve truly enjoyed the time we’ve spent together. The fact that it’s coming to an end soon is what makes it so special, I think.” Yunho broke eye contact with me, smiling slightly and glancing back out at the sea of people. “Seeing your smiling faces, your energetic cheers—all of it—is a reminder to me that we’re so lucky to be doing this as a job. Really...I love you all.”

The audience let out a chorus of ‘awws’ which was followed by several rather aggressive ‘I love you too’s.

The lead singer once more smiled, “Now, without further adieu, this is one of our newest songs and it’s called Brown Eyes, here it is.”

The music began to play, all instruments coming together to make a somber tune. Somehow they were always able to write music that perfectly encapsulated emotions or ideas. This one? Loss.

“Since you left you’re still so infused

In how I think and what I do

Can’t seem to get you to leave me alone

Your ghost stayed here and she watches my tears

That run down our picture frames”

Then he found me again in the crowd, no doubt able to see the tears staining my makeup, no doubt able to see how broken I was. And still, he sang.

“I’ve tried hard to fight it

Yet I keep givin’ in

There’s been no one but you

I’m trapped, confined

And your platinum smile still knocks me out

Every single time”

He kept eye contact with me, not once breaking his gaze. It was almost as if he wanted me to break first, as if he wanted me to look away before him. As if he was daring me to leave him again.

San stepped closer to his mic and took his eyes away from his bass guitar, Yunho’s voice being replaced by the purple-haired man. As his voice rang out I only could’ve hoped the next lyrics were about one of San ex’s, not me. Even if they weren’t, Yunho still looked at me.

“It’s not aimed at me

Maybe it never was

But oh darling, you could’ve fooled me”

My eyes flickered down, unable to look at Yunho any longer. His gaze only broke my heart further and in turn I felt my eyes water. After a moment or two, I worked up the courage to look back at him. He was still looking at me like he never moved his eyes. I couldn’t seem to register the lyrics until Yunho began to sing again, his voice drawing me in as it always did.

“You've disappeared without a trace

Left an unsuspecting guise

Love, I need you to know

I’ve been losing far more than sleep

Over those deep chocolate eyes.”

As the song and the show ended and everyone in the crowd cheered, I felt a rush of emotions run through me. Thrilled that they’d become so successful, proud of them for putting on such an amazing show, and hurt because I could still see a sliver of sadness in Yunho’s eyes.

I hurt him.

Yunho then reluctantly said his goodbyes to the audience along with the rest of the members. His jaw tightened as he walked over to Wooyoung, whispering something in his ear before walking off stage. Feeling like I was set in a trance, I grabbed my Tyra’s arm and mumbled something about going to the bathroom before following him. I completely ignored her questions and concerns about where I was going, dead set on talking to him again even though I didn’t have a damn idea what I was going to say.

Somehow, through the giant maze of people, I was able to spot Yunho leaving through the backstage. Instinctively I ran towards him, still having no plan in mind. I only stopped when a purple-headed man appeared before me.

“Y/n!” He smiled, bringing me into a hug, “I missed you so much!” He pulled back from me, “We all did.”

Seonghwa and Wooyoung came from behind me, both wearing sad, kind smiles. They looked healthy and happy, which was all I could’ve asked for them.

“How’ve you been, girl?” Seonghwa cocked his head, genuinely curious.

I hesitated, not sure if I should tell them the truth. But at the end of the day, they were still my friends. “Not...great. If I’m being honest. I was kinda hoping I could talk to Yunho...if I could.”

They all shared a look I couldn’t understand.

Wooyoung spoke up, “We’re having a party at a friend’s house after this, you should come.”

I was surprised, still not fully understanding the situation.

San frowned, “I think it would be good for you two to talk. He didn’t tell us too much about what happened, but I’m sure you had a good reason. You were always so good to all of us.”

“I can text you the address if you’d like,” Wooyoung added, “You still have the same number?”

I nodded.

“Okay, good. We need to get back but we’ll see you there. Take care, okay?”

“I will. Thanks guys.”

San pulled me in for another hug, “Of course.”

They waved as we parted ways and for the first time that night, I felt hopeful. I spotted Shang and Tyra and ran up to them, no doubt a smile on my face as I asked, “Soo...you guys up for a party?”

I ditched my friends the moment we arrived, barely even sparing a word with Seonghwa, San, and Wooyoung once they nudged me in the direction of Yunho. I didn’t try to think too much about it, knowing I’d explain it all to them later.

He was standing in an empty bedroom, looking at the floor and sipping out of a red cup which likely contained liquor. When his eyes met mine a rush of memories flooded back to me. The first time we kissed, the first time he confessed he loved me, the first time he saw me cry.

The first time I broke his heart.

His eyes raised to mine, his face stoic, “Enjoy the show?”

My mouth opened and closed, not having any clue what to say to him, “Yunho I-”

“I know why you did it.” He said suddenly, “A week after you left me Lucy showed up to one of our shows and tried to convince me it was all a coincidence. Said that I could finally be with her. When I didn’t buy it she finally gave in and told me she convinced you we were better apart. So naturally I called the cops and they arrested her for breaking the restraining order, thank god.” He shook his head, looking disgusted, “You know I never wanted us to be apart. My question to you,” he took a step further towards me, “is why did you do it? Why did you end us?”

When I couldn’t seem to respond he talked once more, “You could’ve told me what she was trying to do. We could’ve worked it out together.” He looked more disappointed and heartbroken rather than angry.

He doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve any of this.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Yunho.” I bit my tongue as I fought back tears, “I’m not asking for you to forgive me. I-I’m just-” I sobbed, “Lucy told me she would kill you if I kept dating you.”

Yunho’s mouth shut and eyes widened, clearly missing that bit of information. I took it as my cue to continue “I don’t know why she did it, but it’s probably because we were happy.”

More tears fell down my face and it became harder for me to talk, but I owed him the truth. I had to tell him the truth. I looked up at him but because of my tears my vision was blurred. Yunho’s hands were tightening into fists as he looked away from me.

“I couldn’t tell you because I had to protect you so I had to make you hate me and I’m just so sorry.” I fell to the ground, my body feeling as heavy as my heart.

I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and I brought my eyes to meet his own, “I’m sorry.” A tear streamed down his cheek, heavy remorse in his eyes, “God she’s fucking awful.”

A laugh got caught in my throat, “Yeah she is.”

He set his cup down somewhere along the way a his hands cupped my face, finally whispering the words I’d only heard in dreams, “I still love you so fucking much. I never stopped loving you. I never even tried to stop because I know I couldn’t.”

I jumped into his arms and kissed him hard, unintentionally knocking him to the floor. He met my lips with just as much fire, groaning when I unconsciously bucked my hips into his, all my sexual frustration still pent up.

“I missed you so fucking much.” Yunho growled, obviously feeling needy too but deciding against it as he wrapped his arms around my waist, speaking in between kisses, “I missed your cute laugh. I missed your lips. I missed your fucking awful jokes. I missed the way you’d look at me whenever you told me you loved me. I missed your gorgeous body and your smile. I missed your moans and the way you arched your back when we’d have sex. I missed how alive you made me feel.” He pulled back to look at me, “My life had no purpose without you.”

I took a breath, tears once more falling, “Mine didn’t either.” It wasn’t anything profound or emotional, but it was the truth. It didn’t.

Gently picking me up, he placed me on the bed. His eyes were raw, as emotional as they could ever be. Taking my hands in his, he looked at me as if I would disappear at any minute.

“Stay with me. Come with us on the rest of the tour. If you can’t take a vacation we’ll hire you as an assistant. If you can’t do that we’ll make some other kind of accommodation. Just stay, please. Please be mine again.”

I looked at the man in front of me. The tough-looking, six-foot tall, tattooed, strong man that could probably scare the shit out of anyone. Yet here he was, bearing his heart to me and being as vulnerable as a person could be.

I smiled, feeling my heart swell. “I’ve only ever been yours.”

The morning was bright, lighting directly hitting my eyes. I cursed myself for not closing the blinds the night before and blinked off my sleep when I heard a familiar pleasant sound.

Jumping down from the bed I put on the new fluffy bathrobe my lover bought me. I followed Yunho’s voice out to my porch, realizing I was listening to a new song of his. The man was strumming a guitar, a beautiful melody falling from his lips. When he noticed me, he smiled and continued to sing.

“I’m in a vivid yellow mood

You’re my muse, my home and room

And now that I have you again

What could I ever fear?

Oh do me a favor, dear

And inscribe your name on my sleeve

Let me keep it there forever

Because you’re better than any daydream.”

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