#TEN WHOLE HOURS NOT COUNTING DAYS IM BITING SOMEONE

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fix you

hogwarts au

fluff and a pinch of angst if u squint

draco x gryffindor!reader

warnings: insecure draco, really cringy fluff

word count: 3.5k (i honestly could’ve done better)

the wind blows through your hair as you sit by the black lake with the golden trio. they talk about something that you, honestly couldn’t care less about. “y/n.” hermione calls out. ron leans over and whispers into harry’s ear, “she’s out of it again.” you hum at hermione as you acknowledge her. “come on, we have advanced potions today.” you smile as you pick your bag up off the floor and walk inside the halls with them. you lightheartedly laugh at whatever ron says until your smile disappears when see draco malfoy standing tall and proud, blocking your pathway to potions. craning your head to look at him, he makes a sarcastic remark to harry. giving him a small smile, you ask softly, “could you please excuse us? we have potions next, well, we all have potions next.” he glances at you and the glare on his face disappears. he turns his head back to harry, “you’re lucky that i have better things to do.” he glances back at you quickly before he leaves to potions, just walking a whole ten feet away.

the next time you encounter draco was a week later at the gryffindor x slytherin game. the two teams fly out onto the field as dean announces them. hermione reads her book while you wave at ron and harry. draco does a lap around the field and matches eyes with you. you give him a smile and a thumbs up. he almost collides with another player but a smirk made its way to his face.

that night at dinner, you sit next to ron as fred and george tell stories about the mischief they caused. george explains, “and so then we put unicorn horn into his potion and bam, explosion.” your eyes widen, “really?” you ask enthusiastically. he nods excitedly and continues his story when pansy calls out your name. “hey l/n!” the hall suddenly goes quiet as you turn around to meet her sitting at the slytherin table. draco lifts his head up after copying down someone’s notes. “open your hand!” everyone within twenty feet of you all turn their heads towards you when you open up your hand with your palm facing up and see a paper crane, flying over to you, landing on your palm. carefully unwrapping the paper, you hear a chorus of ‘oohs’ around the room. looking at the words on the paper, your smile slightly fades. “y/n, what’s on it?” george asks, “yeah y/n, what’s on it?” fred adds on. you fold the paper back up, put it in your pocket and put a smile back on your face, “it’s nothing. carry on with your story, george.”

for the rest of the night, you stayed quiet, receiving confused glances from your friends. you walk with fred and george behind the golden trio on the way to your dorms. you count the tiles on the floor on your way when you get pulled back from your friends with a hand covering your mouth. you hear a whisper on your ear, “hush l/n, it’ll make me sound like i’m kidnapping you.” your friends go a safe distance before he releases you. you turn around to meet his face and match eyes with him for all of ten seconds before looking down.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, too embarrassed to stare directly into your eyes. “nothing.” you reply and shake your head. “it can’t be nothing, if you look so dejected, l/n.” he prys on, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes in annoyance. “what did that blasted git even send you?” he asks and when you don’t answer, digs his hands into your pocket, pulling out the note. he opens the note and written in his neat handwriting was his reply to pansy’s question, “do you like l/n?” his eyes scan over his reply over and over again, “no, she’s as insignificant as can be to me.” draco looks down at you as you bite your bottom lip.

“i have feelings, draco. and i know you do too but, that was so heartless.” you sigh, “i thought we were getting somewhere, over this past month. looks like i was in over my head.” your heels click against the floor as you walk away, leaving the blonde haired boy to his thoughts.

about two weeks later with no contact with draco, you live life as it was before. wind quickly blows though your hair as you turn the corner quickly and walk until you stop. before you know it, you’ve walked to the room of requirements. you look throughout the room until you stumble across a mirror. “mirror of erised.” you voice out. the dust flies everywhere as you pull the sheet off of it. looking into the mirror, you see draco with his arm around your shoulder. turning around quickly, you see no one in the room with you. looking back to the mirror, you then see draco again. but this time, he’s not draping his arm around your shoulder, he’s hugging you. feeling a bit shocked, you put the sheet back on and leave the room. you walk back down the quiet halls to go to the library and read about the mirror.

entering the library silently, you find a book called, “mirror of erised: and its history.” you skip over the introduction and find its purpose. “the mirror of erised is a mirror that shows the user his or her heart's deepest desire.” you stand puzzled at why draco was there. what did you want with draco? walking back to the gryffindor dorms was long but you’re glad it was because you had time to think to yourself. myrtle comes flying the through the wall you were passing by and stops as she sees you, “are you y/n?” you nod at her, confused about her sudden shift in attitude. she flies a bit further than you before turning around, “well hurry up.” she demands. you jog up to her and she leads you to the girls lavatory. you look up at her flying and sobs erupt loudly from one of the stalls. she flies down towards your ear and whispers, “he’s sensitive, people bully him too, and he feels lonely and hasn’t got anybody to talk to, and he’s not afraid to show his feelings and cry!” she empathizes on her last word.

slowly, you walk towards the stall where the crying boy was. you push the creaky stall door open and see draco on the floor. he doesn’t notice you until you place your hand on his back. as he looks up at you, you notice how bloodshot his eyes were and how distraught his facial features were. you pull him close to you and embrace him as he plants his face on your neck and continues to sob. “y/n,” he barely lets out, “the note means nothing. im sorry, i was scared that you would reject my feelings because i’m draco malfoy. the boy everybody hates and would avoid at all costs. but every time i see you, my heart flutters as if it’s going to fly out of my chest or i can’t speak.” he continues to sob, you chuckle softly. “it’s alright, draco. because i like you too. and i realized when i saw you in my reflection in the mirror of erised. i saw the draco malfoy. so don’t be scared.” you comfort him.

for what felt like hours and what probably was, draco pulls away from your warm embrace. he doesn’t look at you, embarrassed for his actions in the last hour. you wipe the remaining tears off of his face, softly with your thumb, as if you’re trying not to crack him even more. you both stand up off the lavatory floor and he looks down at you again. you hold out an open palm to him, signifying him to hold your hand. draco hesitantly grabs your hand and firmly clasps it in his. you drag him until meeting the exit of the lavatory where he stops you.

“y/n.” you turn around and hum at him to continue, “why would you ever want to love someone like me.” you walk closer to him and cup his cheek, “because, even though you have flaws, you can overcome them. i will try,” you pause, “to fix you.”

the following days, draco seemed happier than usual and that scared most people at hogwarts. some nights, he would sneak you into his prefect dorm and cuddle until morning or have you keep him company while he’s doing homework.

you lay in his bed before the slytherin x gryffindor game as draco lays next to you. leaning your head over to check the time, brings out the groan in draco as his head rest had moved. he pulls you back down and nuzzles his head into your neck, “give me five more minutes.” he groans. “draco, i have to go early today, i’m meeting the trio before the boys get ready for the game.” he opens his eyes and gives you a frown, giving you the opportunity to get out of his grip. you pick up your robe and leave as you put it on. “i’ll see you at the game!” you yell from the common room.

walking down the hall, millions of eyes stare at you. you see the trio in the hall as ron and harry stuff their faces for their game. hermione’s usual frown turns into a grin as she stares at you walking down the hall. ron spits out the chicken leg he had been eating and points at you with his free hand. you look at your friends, “what? is there something on my face?” harry chuckles as ron answers, “more like on your body.” you look down at your robe and your eyes widen. when did you put on draco’s robe? and why didn’t you notice? it’s like two times the size of your body.

for the rest of the day until the game, you wore the green robe because one, you couldn’t get into the slytherin common room and two, even if you did get into the common room, you can’t get into draco’s locked room. repping the forest green merch all day was literal torture. not because of hate but because of the begging of wanting to know whose robe it was.

finally it was time for the game. the wind was crisp but snowy as the white specks littered the field. you wrap the robe around your frame, feeling a bit embarrassed as you stood out in the sea of red, wearing the green robe. the players fly out on to the field draco scans the crowd in the crowd until noticing a speck of green. you flash him a close lipped smile and he smirks before yelling out, “looking good in green, l/n.” you give him an unamused smile as harry and ron fly towards you and hermione turns to you, then the rest of gryffindor. “y/n.” you slowly turn your head towards hermione, “yes?” she keeps a straight face, “why do you have malfoy’s robe?” you open your mouth to speak but madame hooch calls the boys over to start the game. draco laughs at you as you point at him and pretend to cut your throat, mouthing, “you’re dead.”

the game goes on while you sit and talk with hermione about your potions homework. while she tells you how to make a sleeping draught, she gets interrupted by dean thomas. “and draco malfoy has caught the snitch! slytherin wins!” a smile arises on your face as you watch draco celebrate. and to your surprise he flies over to the mic and grabs it. “hey everyone!” he shouts, hermione and you turn your head to look at him, “i’m draco malfoy and i’m love y/n l/n!” he says as points at you, amused with your surprised look. everybody starts to crowd around you and ask you questions. getting annoyed about the crowd, you finally yell out, “yes! i am in love with draco malfoy!” before running out of the stands to anywhere far away.

you wait for draco as his teammates walk out of the locker room, leaving you with unnecessary comments like, “wow, malfoy really pulled in a good one,” or “hey, if malfoy doesn’t work out, i’m always available.” in which you responded with a middle finger and the roll of your eyes. he finally comes out and you cross your arms at him. he laughs at your unamused face and comes to pull you into his embrace. you mumble profanities into his chest. “what’d you say love?” he says, amused at your reaction. “i said-“ before you can speak your thoughts, he pulls you back into his chest to shut you up.

as the both of you walk back to the castle, in the cold might i add, he holds your left hand while your right wears his glove and his left hand wears the other side. your intertwined hands stay connected as he puts them into his jacket pocket.

you lay on his bed as he showers before the two of you head to dinner. draco walks back into the room and sees you asleep, hair laid out around you and snuggled into his blanket. a smile arises on his face as he watches you groan in your sleep, feeling cold. draco gets into his bed and wraps his arm around your waist, snuggling his face into your hair. you wake up from his action, “what time is it?” you ask him, eyes still closed. “ten before dinner.” he mumbles, also feeling sleepy after his game. you turn around to face him, one eye closed and the other open, you yawn. you nuzzle against his chest and he pulls you closer to him.

you later wake up by theodore nott opening draco’s door and whispers. you tell him to shush by putting a finger to your lip and he gives you a grin and a thumbs up before going out to the common room and yelling, “malfoy actually got a girl!” you smile at his words and lay back down.

you wake up the next morning as draco brushes his hands through your hair with the addition of twisting and twirling it. he grins as you look up at him. “good morning, love.” he speaks. you give him a light, “good morning.” as the both of you rub your legs together. after ten minutes, you get out of bed, ignoring draco’s whines, and go to his bathroom. while you brush your teeth, he comes into the bathroom and slides his arms around your waist with his chest pressed to your back. you spit and leave the bathroom to get dressed. you sit on his bed, waiting for him, so you could go to breakfast.

you sit at breakfast with a serious face as you think about what to get the boy, who basically has everything. “you okay, y/n?” harry asks, a little confused about your daydreaming. “yeah.” you answer with a small smile. “so hogsmeade later today right?” you ask your friends. hermione nods at you with a happy smile.

you later walk to hogsmeade with your three friends, snow covering the whole landscape with draco’s scarf on your neck because he thought that you would be cold and was worrying about you. harry stops in his tracks and looks at you, “when were you ever gonna tell us that you were dating malfoy?” your eyes shift to the side, “we only started recently. like a month ago, i thought we were gonna wait a little longer, but i guess the dopamine got to him. i’m sorry that i didn’t tell you, but i’m not gonna stop loving him because of your relationship with him.” harry’s eyes widen along with ron’s. “no, y/n, we’re not telling you that we disapprove, we just wanted to know why?” you give them a close lipped smile, “because everyone deserves a second chance, no matter how horrible they were.” you continue walking, “come on, let’s go.”

you walk around the shops with hermione after splitting up from the boys. walking through the narrow alleyways, your eyes land something shiny. getting closer to the shop, you see a beautiful snake encrusted, black titanium ring. you grab the door handle before realizing hermione was still with you. “oh, hermione, i’ll meet you at schrivenshaft’s after i’m done.” she rolls her eyes, “okay.” entering the shop, an elderly man greets you. “hello, my dear. what can i help you with today?” he asks, standing up to walk to you. “i would love to see the ring in the window stand, please.”

“ah, excellent choice, my dear.” he says as he picks the ring up off the stand, “a black titanium ring, representing power, strength and certainty. with the addition of a snake, representing rebirth, transformation, immortality and healing.”

“yes sir, i believe he was always a wonderful person, just never had the chance to show it. though we started roughly, i believe he changed. and whatever hurt him back then, could be shed off like a snake.”

the old man smiles at you widely, “that is wonderful, my dear. would you like your initials engraved into it?” you smile back, “i would love to.”

you leave the store after he engraved your initials and walk to meet hermione.

the evening of christmas eve, you sit outside with draco, next to the lake. his head rests on your thigh as your fingers brush through his hair smoothly. his eyes are closed while yours stay open as you stare out into the peaceful lake. “y/n?” draco speaks, still with his eyes closed. you answer with a hum. “are you bored of me yet?” you gasp and look down at him, his eyes wide open now. “of course not, why would you ever think of that?” he sits up to meet your eyes, “other people think i don’t deserve you.” you grab his hand and rub your thumb across the back of his hand.

“don’t be daft draco. if anything, i don’t deserve you. you are the most intelligent and kind boy i’ve ever met. you’re just misunderstood. you’ve treated me better than anyone in my life has and i can’t ever stop loving you for that. so don’t let those fools get to you. i love you so much and if it takes saying that everyday, i will. so don’t forget it.” his eyes water at the end of your sentence. you lean close to him and wrap your arms around his neck, “i love you.” you whisper. you kiss his forehead as he releases from your hold before standing up and reaching a hand out to him, “let’s go to dinner, darling.”

that night after dinner, you go back to draco’s dorm. you lounge around on his bed while he finishes up his dada homework. flipping the page of the book you were reading, you shift your eyes towards draco as he writes his neat notes. he groans, shuts his book and gets into bed with you. you then shut your book and hug draco. he stares at you while you shut your eyes and then playfully open them. “are you tired?” you ask him. he nods, sleepily. “then sleep, i’ll be here when you wake up. i promise.” you whisper back. he closes his eyes as you brush your fingers through his hair.

you wake up the next morning with a smile on your face. draco stirs around in his sleep as you exit his bed and walk to his bathroom. after cleaning up, you walk out of his room and into the common room as you see eager first years opening gifts under the tree. draco comes out sleepily and wraps his arms around your waist, back hugging you. “good morning darling.” you say as you turn around to hug him. “i have something for you.” pulling out the ring box, you hand it over to him. you smile as he opens the box and takes the ring out. “y/n, that’s beautiful. when did you?”

“i went out with the trio remember? i engraved my initials in it so it would be memorable.” he pulls you in for a hug, “thank you. well i also have something for you, love.” you see a small box coming out of his pocket. he hands you the box to open and when you do, a surprised look appears on your face. you pull out a diamond ring with the initials, “d.m” written on them. your eyes tear up at the gift and he pulls you into his embrace. “thank you darling. this is so thoughtful.” the both of you stay in an embrace until theo speaks. “you know you’re both under a mistletoe right? that means, smoochy smooch time.” he grins.

draco cups one side of your face while your hands make their way to the back of his neck. he leans closer and finally, his lips touch yours. his lips felt soft and smooth as yours danced against his. the kiss ends with the both of you staring at each other lovingly.

“i love you y/n.”

“i love you more draco.”

“no way.”

you smile at him softly,

“looks like you didn’t need to be fixed.”

a/n: hi, just wanted to post this before starting school this week, so for conceited, i might post that a little later because i have tons of test this week, sorry but please enjoy this story while you wait heh

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a/n: i know this isn’t the oneshot/fic i promised but here’s something i whipped up! i thought since i’ve imagined for a hot minute that id just spit it out. thank you @viking-raider for rereading this for me 😂 ily & also i apologize again bc im posting this thru my phone so im sorry if the formats funky!!

summary: you thought you could be a big girl, instead its sassy and rude and daddy is fed tf up.

word count: 2.2k (wowza)

pairing: henry cavill x reader (y/n)

warnings: um henry himself? implyed smut, sub!reader, daddy henry is fed up, description of readers pussee, i made a bad pun, that cursed blue tank top

tag list: @hell1129-blog 😘

you and henry have been dating for some time now and your sex life was off the charts, but about six months ago you both had started dabbling in the bdsm dynamics as a couple. henry already knew what he was doing, you, not so much. you had an idea but you never really completely understood how to be a submissive, you where naturally that way in the bedroom but anywhere else outside of that felt off to you and plus you never had a dom that was as strict and as serious in this lifestyle as henry, your past partners just in it for the hype of the kinky sex.

you loved being his submissive but it was hard at first, you had always looked out for yourself and so it became a habit to take things into your own control and set up walls. but after time and love henry slowly took down those walls and you where able to trust him with your whole being. after a while, you really loved being taken care of and being able to hand the control over to someone else, it feeling like you could finally breathe.

you felt like you where a genuine good submissive, theres never really a right or wrong way either, henry had told you, easing your mind when you had gotten concerned. most days you listened, wanting to please him and get praised for it. you lived to be a good girl for him, but some days where more rough than normal. some days you just wanted to be independent and in charge of yourself, doing what you please, and more often than not, henry caught on to it fast and put you back into your place.

you stood in the kitchen, standing by the fridge trying to figure out what to drink. you rubbed your ass, stinging still from the spankings you got earlier. ten hard swats on each cheek and you didn’t get to orgasm once the first punishment was over, no orgasm was your second punishment.

bummer.

henry sat in the living room, on his laptop replying to an email. he wore his blue tank top with his sweat pants, feet perched up on the ottoman. he had started an email once he had given you the much needed aftercare and reassurance. you both had cleaned up taking a shower together and getting into your lazy day clothes.

henry heard the fridge being closed roughly and the shelves within it shaking. he had talked about this with you time and time again, you used to do it at your own home, but now you two lived together, so that meant respecting your surroundings. what was so hard about that?

“don’t slam it, please.” he had said, making eye contact with you when you spun around to look at him.

“i didn’t! it was the suction from the door!” you explained, getting a little snappy with him, not wanting to get caught that you did, in fact, do it again. you turned around, not wanting to be called out, and made yourself busy looking in another cabinet for something to snack on.

henry looked at you questionably that quickly turned into a stern disapproving glare, “don’t talk back to me,” he sighed out, turning back to his email. he thought your attitude dissolved, clearly it just doubled.

“i’m not, im just defending myself,” you sassed out quietly, making a mocking face while you searched in the cabnet.

“excuse me?” his voice boomed out. he pressed hard on the send button, sending the email, he didn’t bother double checking if everything was typed out correctly. henry moved the laptop over to the empty seat. he crossed his arms, frowning at you, surprised at your returned attitude.

“did you fart?” you sassed again, closing the cabinets, you spun around and crossed your arms. coping him while leaning on the counter arching your eyebrow, biting the inside of your cheek.

bad move, bad move (y/n).

henry was baffled, you just got done with a punishment not even an hour ago. he had beaten your ass pretty well, and he rarely had to do that. he thought if you wanted a challenge, you would quickly lose. he stood up from the couch, and slowly walked to you, once he got the the kitchen island he put his hands down, spreading his fingers out. he towered over you even if it was a couple feet away, his eyes piercing into you, daring you to continue your attitude.

he’s never had to punish you multiple times in one day, but if it was needed, he was going to.

“little girl,” he started, his voice dropping an octave, “drop the attitude, i won’t tell you again.”

“fine.” you snapped, you where definitely not going to. “but i didn’t slam the door.”

“(y/n), i don’t care,” he punctuated each word, leaning forward.

“i didn’t though! i’m not lying!” you threw your hands down, almost stomping your foot on the floor.

you where acting out, you knew he was getting back in his dominant role, but you where serious too! you didn’t want to be dominated at the moment. you didn’t want to say your safe word, it wasn’t needed, you were just being a brat. you just wanted to be you for two seconds, not henry’s baby, you felt big.

“alright, get over here.” he stood up straight, walking away from the counter, clinching his jaw. he was fed up, you had no reason to act this way and he was quickly going to put you in your place.

you suddenly realized that you became a big mean brat more than a big girl, now you wanted the floor to eat you whole, like right now. utterly embarrassed that you thought you where so confident about yourself and your actions. you didn’t want to move, frozen under his glare, you where already thinking of what he was going to do, and you where praying he wasn’t going to swat your ass again, his spanks weren’t light and your ass was as rosey as ever.

“move it missy,” he said, snapping his finger down in front of him where he wanted you, “now.”

you slowly moved to him, your confidence completely leaving your body as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. you stood in front of him, not making eye contact, his eyes too intimidating. if you looked at him, you’d beg for forgiveness, but at the moment you where still trying to hold on to a useless lie.

henry breathed in deep and let it out slow through his nose, he knows its hard for you sometimes to comply and completely listen but you both agreed to the rules henry had set. he let you stand there, making you think. it also gave him a moment to calm down, he didn’t want to just lash out and show his frustration, but he still wants you to know who’s the boss.

he honestly just wanted to sit down with you and junk out after getting his business done, but clearly he needed to punish you again because apparently you didn’t get the memo the first time.

“we agreed on the rules, did we not?” he questioned you, crossing his arms. he looked out at you, you looked anywhere but him.

you nodded your head, agreeing with him.

“oh, now you have nothing to say?” he taunted, ticking his jaw. “you had so much to say earlier.”

“we did.” you whispered, looking down at your fidgeting hands.

“look at me when i’m talking to you,” henry gripped your chin, tilting your face up to him. you whimpered dropping your hands to your side, his grip making your bottom lip jut out.

“if you don’t agree with the rules, you know what to say, if not, shut it,” he sternly watched you, waiting for you to say something, putting a little more pressure into his grip, shaking your face a bit, waiting for you to say the word. when you didn’t, he continued, “now i don’t know what got into you, to think you can speak to me like that, but that needs to end. quit your shit and stand in the corner, hands behind your back.”

you frowned, opening your mouth in disbelief, now you where upset all over again, the submission leaving your body. you’ve been put in time out a couple times but right now you weren’t feeling it, this is dumb!

“like a kid?!” you loudly questioned.

“yes! because you’re acting like one!” he let go of your face and with one hand he pushed you to the corner by the breakfast table with his other, he pointed to the known corner.

you picked up your feet and scoffed, this was unfair, you weren’t a child! you clinched your jaw when you got the corner, so frustrated you screamed in your mouth.

once henry heard you whining and carrying on he walked up behind you and smacked you ass, harder than he intended but it worked, he needed to make a point. you gasped and jolted forwards, bracing your hands on the wall, your ass was still tinder. he stood behind you, putting his hands up on the wall caging you in. he put his mouth right next to your ear.

“you did this to yourself, so take your punishment like a big girl and shut up. i don’t want to hear you.” he said, leaning into you, making himself known, “you don’t run shit here missy, and i’m here to remind you of that.”

he pushed off the wall, backing up from you and smacked your stinging ass again, giving a warning. you held your whine in and closed your eyes tight.

he turned around and stood by the counter, he looked down at his watch and set a timer for twenty minutes, he could probably get some small chores done, so he could waste time waiting on you. he didn’t want to stand there and watch you because you’d notice and probably say something and he just didn’t want to hear it. you where always so good, but when you got bratty and sassy, he nipped that shit quick, not wanting it to happen again. as he was leaving the room and gave kal a quick pat to follow him, he doesn’t need you petting him while you’re in your corner.

you were embarrassed to say the least, you were in a corner with your hands behind you, flustered in an uncomfortable wetness from your arousal. henry made you flustered on any given day but when he became daddy, it was so much more worse. you where still soaked from the first spanking and from the rough sex you just had earlier.

you moved side to side discretely, you only wore an over sized cotton tee with your soft sleep shorts with no panties, not wanting any extra material on your bum, the shorts already a little scratchy on your bruised cheeks.

regretting your attitude, you wanted to apologize, but you knew if you spoke up, you would get reprimanded from henry. so you stood there, trying to pass the time by trying to find shapes on the textured wall.

after some time you noticed you haven’t heard henry, you perked up and peeked over your shoulder, you didn’t see henry anywhere not even kal. usually if you tapped the wall kal would come over and you could at least have some type of company. you tapped the wall a couple times, but no response from the pup. you turned back around to the corner, trying to patently wait, wanting to be good for your daddy.

what felt like hours, you finally heard henry come back into the kitchen, pulling a chair out from the breakfast table and assuming, sitting down in said chair. you wanted to apologize so bad, you weren’t ever bad like this before, you felt terrible for being snappy and bratty at him. but you stayed and waited for him to tell you, you could come out.

“come here baby,” he said, patting his thigh.

you looked over your shoulder, shrinking into yourself a little apprehensive about moving, “you sure daddy?” you softly asked, you didn’t even know if you wanted to leave the corner, you where rude.

he chuckled softly, he patted his thigh again, “yes i’m sure baby, come on.”

you turned around and stood between his legs, you put your left hand over your shoulder, messing with the hem of your tee shirt. “i’m sorry daddy, i was rude and i really did close the fridge hard.” you said as you rose your head to look at him.

“i know, you don’t lie very well,” he smirked, rubbing the back of your thigh, loving the feeling of your warm skin. “you know why you went into your corner, right?”

you breathed in, sighing, “because i got snappy with you,” you said, henry blinked and gave you a knowing look, waiting for you to continue, “and that i lied.” you quickly said the rest.

he hummed, nodding his head, “good job baby, you did good.” he squeezed your thigh, as you relaxed and put both of your hands on his thighs leaning into him.

you smiled sheepishly and leaned all the way down to give him a kiss. when henry kissed back, he put his other hand on the back of your head, softly intertwining his fingers to massage your scalp.

he pulled back, looking at you intently, “don’t lie again, i like having my good baby.” you nodded your head and gave gave him another kiss.

a/n: thank you guys for reading, feedback is always nice so dont be afraid to say something 🥰

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folklore - isaac lahey {6/?}

part 6 (again) 😖 ***the timeline/sequence of events is messed up but it doesn’t matter too much it’s just to move the story along faster*** everything about this is a hot mess, i hope you love it ;)

(sorry about this i rlly dont know wtf happened it just spazzed out, sorry yall)

word count: 4k

warnings: blood, tension, kissing ;), mentions of abuse, swearing

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MASTERLIST

To say Isaac Lahey looked like he’d been beaten to a pulp would have been a colossal understatement. The boy practically limped into school the day after his father demonstrated his dissatisfaction for his youngest son after attending his parent teacher meeting.

It’d been a long night of taking punches, kicks and insults that would plague Isaac’s mind for weeks to come. His voice was raw from screaming to be released from the freezer he’d been locked in after his father grew bored of inflicting pain physically. Deciding psychological pain was just as good as physical pain, his father left him to think about his inferiority for an entire night, only letting him out an hour before he was due to start school.

His lip still dripped scarlet as he walked the halls, both eyes black and ever so slightly swollen and so very tired looking. His steps were taken shakily. It didn’t take him long to notice you standing by his locker, waiting for him as usual. Usually when his eyes flickered over you his body would fill with relief. But after remembering how upset you’d been in your car the day before he found his relief being replaced by guilt and dread.

Isaac ducked his head, he did this purely to avoid your eyes. He still made his way towards you nonetheless.

The first thing to hit you was the scent of blood. Fresh and warm and right from the source, you could tell- you weren’t sure how you could tell but you just knew. You lifted your eyes from the floor. You wished you hadn’t when your eyes landed on Isaac, hobbling towards you with blood dripping down his split bottom lip.

The second thing to hit you, though, was the undeniable feeling of guilt that hit you when Isaac refused to meet your gaze.

As soon as his slow and sluggish steps carried him to you your hands flew to his cheeks, gentle but firm, you cupped them and tried your very hardest to ignore how much you wanted to run your tongue along his bleeding lip. It was proving a lot harder than you would have ever thought it would, in all honesty.

You forced your eyes to stay locked on his, your jaw tight and teeth clenched, your own anger overpowering Isaac’s guilt. “What did he do to you?” You asked him softly, brushing your thumbs along his cheekbones with a feather like touch. The last thing you wanted to do was put him in any more pain than he was already in.

“I may have a C minus in more than just chem.” Isaac explained flatly. Despite the slight ache your hands caused him he couldn’t stop himself from melting into you, loving your warmth as opposed to the cold of the basement freezer. 

At his confession you found yourself unable to hold yourself back any longer. You let out a sigh and Isaac fixed you with a confused gaze as he watched your brows furrow in determination. “Come with me.” 

Isaac followed behind you as you led him towards the basement of the school, nobody ever went down there and your first class, with Isaac, happened to be a free period. It wasn’t until you were standing across from each other again in the narrow dark hallway of the basement that Isaac spoke up in question, “Did you bring me down here to kill me or…”

You let out a shaky sigh, confidence waning as you second guessed yourself. Was this a good idea? Absolutely not. Would it make him feel better, however? Incredibly so, yes.

Deciding you’d probably stretched the whole “keep Isaac out of it” thing as far as you could, there was no point keeping it from him any longer- he was getting hurt whether he knew about the supernatural or not. 

“I’m about to tell you something completely bizarre and I need you to, one, please believe me and don’t freak out and, two, don’t be mad at me for not telling you sooner.” Isaac’s eyebrow rose in concern, “Yeah- yeah sure, ok- what is it?” His voice was filled with worry as were his eyes, that still sparkled despite the dark purple colouring surrounding them paired with the dim lightening of the windowless basement.

“Remember that thing that bit me?” You asked and he nodded mutely, “well, it sort of… gave me something.”

Isaac gasped, “Rabies?” His question was so positively drenched with genuine concern that you had to laugh, grabbing his hand and shaking your head softly. 

“No, I don’t have rabies.” You laughed again, his relieved sigh bouncing off the walls.

“Thank God.”

“It’s probably best if I just show you.” You told him, smiling softly and nodding your head in resolve. You were doing this.

“Show me wha-... holy shit.” Isaac gasped yet again, mouth agape and eyes wide as he stared at your, now slightly changed face, your eyes were a glowing purple and you had fangs? Something in the back of his head told him that, really, he should be afraid. But he wasn’t. Not even in the slightest. He thought the look suited you quite frankly. The way the purple glow of your eyes reflected against your complexion in the dim lighting was, in all honesty, completely mesmerising.

“I’m a vampire.” You clarified, although it was perfectly obvious. Isaac only nodded his head numbly, still trying to comprehend what he was looking at.

When he didn’t say anything after a solid ten seconds you spoke yet again, “I’m telling you because, I hate seeing you hurt…” Your voice trailed off, you weren’t exactly sure what to say in the moment.

It was just then that Isaac spoke up, a sad lilt in his voice while he squeezed your hand, “Come on, (N/n). Don’t do this to yourself, you know there’s nothing you can do-“ You cut him off, voice a mix of anxiety and excitement, “But Isaac! I can! I can do something about it! Okay? Look- I’ve got all these new vampire abilities and one of them…” You paused to take a breath, eyes flying around his face frantically before you finally locked your gaze with his. 

Swallowing the lump on your throat you finished, “I can take your pain away. And physically heal you- but that might not be such a good idea. Your dad would know something was up.”

One thing you loved about Isaac was that he always took your word for things. He never ever doubted you and always believed you when you told him something. Even in a situation like this< he never asked questions< he simply trusted you.

“Will taking my pain away hurt you? Because if it will then absolutely not, I’ll keep it to myself I don’t want you getting hurt because of-“ Isaac fretted anxiously, only stopping when your hands returned to their previous spot on his cheeks, smiling sweetly, “It won’t hurt at all. It’s actually quite enjoyable.”

“How do you do it?” He asked tentatively, hands moving to rest on your waist, an action that wasn’t entirely uncommon but was usually saved for the most intimate of shared moments, which, you supposed, this was.

Nervously you chewed on the inside of your cheek before telling him, “Well, when I feed on someone, its got some kind of euphoric effect- kinda like a drug high or something.” 

Isaac, yet again, nodded his head. “Okay. Go for it.” He told you surely, though hints of anxiety still lingered in his voice. 

You nodded slowly in response. Your hands slipped from his cheeks, the left was now tangled in his curls and tilting his head gently to the side to expose his, already bruised, neck. The other grabbed ahold of his shoulder, bringing him down so that you were level with his neck.

Isaac’s eyes stayed glued to you while you walked him carefully backwards until his back met the wall of the basement, your eyes were still glowing and it was when you nervously peered up at him through your lashes that he realised; he’d do anything you ever asked him to.

“This might sting a bit. Tell me if you start to feel dizzy.” You warned before, hesitantly, moving your fangs towards his neck. His grip on your waist tightening as you bit into him, as gently as you could. He let out a short hiss of pain before you felt him relax against you, his eyes closed and his jaw fell slack the second his blood hit your tongue.

His blood was an entirely new experience. It tasted like, you didn’t actually know, but it was like nothing you’d ever consumed before. If you thought Stiles’ blood was good, Isaac’s was on another level. Maybe all your pinning for him made him taste better to you? You didn’t know.

A satisfied sound unconsciously left your mouth at the flavour while your hand tightened in his hair, but in your close proximity you picked up something more than just the taste of his blood. It felt like… lust? 

The feeling was backed up by the throaty groan falling from Isaac’s mouth, his hands not only tightening on your waist but pulling you closer to his body. Now chest to chest as your lips moved on his neck.

True to your word, Isaac already forgot about the ache in his body- his mind now consumed by the feeling of you, the girl he was not so secretly in love with, with your lips and tongue situated on his neck. And if that alone wasn’t enough to steer his mind away from his pain, the feeling the bite gave to him definitely did the trick.

It was like morphine running straight through his veins. He felt not only like he’d never been hurt to begin with but as well as that, and maybe more importantly, his mind was completely at peace- his thoughts purely consumed by you.

The way you looked when you removed your mouth from his neck was bordering on ethereal, your bodies remained pressed against each other and for a few moments you simply stared at each other with half lidded eyes. Isaac’s breath came out in pants as he stared down at you, your own eyes captivated by the dried blood on his lower lip. Noticing this, and with very little composure what with his current blissed out state, Isaac spoke, “You can take it- the blood. If you want it.”

You weren’t sure at what point it had happened but the lust you felt earlier had magnified tenfold, although you were sure it didn’t all belong to Isaac- you felt it too. He stared at your lips the way you’d been starring at his only seconds ago, did he want you to kiss him? It seemed like it. Did you want to kiss him. Absolutely. A thousand times over.

Again you found yourself wondering; was this a good idea? And, again, you found yourself thinking that, no, it probably wasn’t the best idea. 

Your inhibitions were lowered significantly since you fed, feeding on Stiles’ had been enjoyable but feeding on Isaac, though- that had been intoxicating. Perfectly content to blame what you were about to do on your intoxication if it came back to bite you in the ass, you moved your hands back to their favourite spot cupping Isaac’s cheeks.

Slowly, you pulled him back down to your level, the boy in your grasp complying quite happily, seemingly entranced by your face. Butterflies were erupting violently in your stomach at the way his blue eyes fluttered over your face appreciatively as if admiring art and the way his hands held you to him so tenderly, like he was afraid to hurt you despite knowing you were a supernatural entity. 

What you’d give for him to gaze at you like that, so openly and surely, all the time. 

Without giving it any further thought you gave into what you’d been craving for the longest time and pressed your lips against his, the action feeling more intoxicating than the blood itself. 

Isaac’s hands mirrored yours, sliding up your side before resting against your cheeks. 

His lips moved furiously against yours. The many bruises and injuries that littered his body were long forgotten as he tasted you against his lips, finally.

Your breath came out in pants as you pulled away, your forehead resting against Isaac’s and your chests still pressed against each other. 

It was only when you studied his face that you’d realised you never even got the blood from his split lower lip. What made you feel better though, was the fact that he’d kissed you as passionately as you’d kissed him and his hands that still cupped your cheeks.

“That definitely made me feel better.” Isaac breathed out against your lips, a dopey smile forming on his own.

An airy laugh left your throat at his comment, all your fears of the kiss causing havoc evaporated from your mind with the sound of his voice.

“On a scale of one to ten how drunk do you feel right now?” You asked him teasingly, noticing his eyes were glazed over and his almost static feeling happiness was popping in your chest, almost like fireworks.

Isaac only shrugged, his happiness feeling as though it couldn’t ever be dampened after the kiss he’d just shared with you. “Tipsy at best.” He answered, and true enough you noticed he’d regained his composure a lot faster than Stiles had done the first time you fed on him. Kisses did have a tendency to be sobering, you supposed. 

A silence fell over the pair of you after that. Isaac’s eyes returned their gaze to your lips yet again and you would’ve had to be blind not to notice. By this point your eyes had returned to their usual colour and your fangs reverted back into their dormant form of your regular canines, he was simply looking at you now, just you, no supernatural frills to be seen. But as always, you just being you was enough for him. 

“Would our friendship be destroyed if I told you I really want to kiss you again?” Before you could even answer, he was already dipping his lips back to yours. Not that you minded. 

This time, his lips moved slowly and gently, his thumbs rubbing against your cheekbones before they slipped back down to grasp your waist. As your lips, yet again, meshed perfectly with his, that feeling came over your chest again. That light, fluffy feeling he not only gave you but also radiated. It was only when he pulled away for the second time that you put your finger on exactly what that feeling was- love.

With the realisation- the confirmation that the love you felt towards Isaac was mutual you couldn’t stop the wide smile that formed on your lips, you chased his lips once more after he’d pulled away and tried to keep your giggles quiet when he met you halfway with just as much enthusiasm and his smile just as wide.

It was probably a stupid question but you asked it anyway, “So… you’re not mad that I didn’t tell you about the whole vampire thing?” Isaac shook his head, “I know now. I get why you didn’t tell me.”

“I wanted to.” You told him, a nervous smile taking over your lips as you continue, “But I was kinda warned against it.” He nodded his head, although he was confused, who would’ve even warned you? Were there more supernatural creatures in Beacon Hills that he didn’t know about?

His thoughts didn’t wander too far as your soft voice cut them off, “I’m glad you know now. I missed ranting to you.” 

The boy, still holding your waist, let out a sigh, “I’m glad you told me, too. I knew something was wrong but I didn’t know what. You had me worried.” He told you, laughing airily towards the end.

When he saw the look of guilt beginning to form on your face he immediately changed the course of the conversation. “While we’re confessing stuff…” he began, shy Isaac returning as his eyes fluttered anywhere but your eyes. “We’ve been best friends for a while, and um-  I’ve wanted to tell you for a while- years… yeah for years… but um-“ you couldn’t help but smile as he rambled, you thought you had a clue where he was going. “Isaac.” You cut him off softly, smile never faltering when you finally dropped your palms from his cheeks, placing them over his that were still on your waist and giving them a reassuring squeeze. 

“Take a breath.” You instructed with a laugh. Taking your advice Isaac took a deep breath, manoeuvring his hands to hold yours, your intertwined hands hanging between the both of you now.

“I like you- love you! I love you. A lot. In a more than best friends way. And I have for a… twelve, yeah, no I’ve loved you since we were twelve. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same! I just thought since we kissed just now that maybe you-“ He was rambling again, as he tended to do when he was nervous and in the moment you couldn’t think of any other way to shut him up than to plant your lips against his. Effectively cutting him off as you did so. 

To be perfectly honest, you could definitely get used to kissing him like this all of the time. When you removed your lips from his, for what felt like the millionth time, Isaac’s eyes remained shut. With the absence of blue it really hit you how beaten up he really was, his eyes were black and purple as well as swollen terribly. When you took him in, the words fell from your lips before you could think of some flowery way to present them, “I love you too.”

A sigh of relief left his mouth and he finally found the courage to open his eyes again. The moment was ruined by the class bell ringing in the distance, signifying that your free period was now over and you’d both need to be getting to class.

The pair of you headed off together with wide smiles on your faces that didn’t seem to die down throughout the rest of the day. At the end of the school day, he’d walked you to your car and gave you a kiss goodbye before walking away looking the most pleased you’d ever seen him.

To put it simply, you were on cloud nine. As soon as you entered your kitchen once you got home from school, though, you found yourself crashing straight back down to earth.

Sitting in front of you in all his glory was Derek Hale, it didn’t excite you to see he didn’t look even remotely like he was about to apologise for being a shitty, unloyal pack member, “What do you want?” You snapped, tossing your school bag by his feet rather aggressively for no particular reason. It felt kind of nice to mildly inconvenience him.

“You need to leave.” Was all he said and you rolled your eyes, crossed your arms over your chest and stared at him with a raised eyebrow, “May I remind you, Derek, you don’t fucking live here. So maybe you need to leave.” You snapped, venom seeping from your tone but it didn’t seem to phase him, he knew how things worked with you. You were always hard to lose but once you were gone you were even harder to get back. 

“Beacon Hills, (Y/n). You need to leave Beacon Hills.” He clarified for you, still remaining stoic. “What? Why?” You wanted a good reason. A really good reason. You didn’t just confess your love to your best friend of six years to have Derek swan back into your business and tell you had to leave town for no good reason.

“If I tell you, you won’t leave.” Was he serious? He couldn’t give you a reason to leave but you could think of about ten reasons to stay, he obviously wasn’t one of them at the minute.

“You’re full of shit.” You stated, “I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Look I know you don’t exactly like me right now, kid. But for the first time since you turned I’m actually trying to look out for you, alright?” His stoic facade had dropped now, he was practically begging. 

You clenched your jaw, you didn’t want to be difficult but it was hard when the man in front of you wasn’t exactly a smooth operator himself. “If you want me to trust you tell me why.”

“We know who the Alpha is. He’s going to be coming for you next and we need to get you as far away from here as we can before he gets to you.” Derek finally explained, his anxiety bouncy from every cell in his body right into your chest. “Who is it?” You wondered, who could it have been that would make you want to stay? It wasn’t Isaac, it could’ve been Scott but that wasn’t likely seeing as he was looking for the alpha too. It definitely wasn’t Stiles. 

Derek didn’t answer this question. “Your dad is in a meeting with Chris Argent right now. His sister, Kate, was onto you, wants to put your fangs on a necklace. Your dad’s keeping them distracted long enough for me to get you out. So, we need to go. Your stuff is already in my car.” He rushed out grabbing your forearm with a grip you knew you couldn’t wriggle out of. (Not that you didn’t try.)

The wolf had to practically wrestle you into the passenger seat, ignoring all of your colourful threats of what you’d do to his precious car once you got free of his hold as he strapped you in.

Once he got into the driver’s seat, he immediately began to drive, way over the streets speed limit, and it wasn’t until you passed the “Visit Again Soon!” Beacon Hills sign that you piped up.

“Ok, we’re officially out of town. Now tell me what the hell is going on.” You demanded, the tension between you and Derek growing with every mile he drove.

Letting out a deep sigh he finally answered, “The Alpha? It’s Peter.”

The gasp that left you was sharp and Derek knew you’d handle this information with as much disbelief as he had.

Peter couldn’t have been the alpha. The alpha killed Laura Hale- tore her apart. The alpha bit Scott and you, Scott had told you he’d even punched his fist through Derek’s chest and chased him, Stiles, Alison, Jackson and Lydia around the school a few nights ago. Peter wouldn’t have done all of those things… The Peter you knew wouldn’t do all of of those things.

The the more you thought about it the more it began to add up in your mind. The voice, the one you’d heard that night in the hospital, so full of clarity and intention, the voice that consistently rattled your brain with the words of “Don’t let it kill you.” That voice, it belonged to Peter.

“Stiles and I found out last night. He said he had plans for you, he said he wanted the both of his by his side- in his pack. We knew if he got to you right now you’d join him. Even if it was just to spite me.” He explained softly, his brotherly tone making an appearance for the first time in weeks. 

Furrowing your eyebrows, you stared at Derek in confusion, “What makes you think I would’ve gone with him.” You asked, a tiny bit offended by his statement although you had a feeling he was onto something, even if you weren’t ready to admit it to yourself.

“I wouldn’t have blamed you. I’ve been thinking about what you said last night before you ran off and you’re right. I forgot about you when you needed me the most and I’m sorry for that. We both know you and Peter always had a stronger bond than the rest of us. Hating me would make him look better” He told you, not receiving an answer as he watched you stare emptily out the car window, watching the sun as it set.

“You were always so independent growing up, you did things yourself and you loved it. I didn’t know what to make of you becoming a vampire, to be honest I was hoping you’d become a wolf.” Letting out a heavy sigh Derek finished his little speech, “I didn’t know how to help you. It made me feel useless so I focused all of my time on helping Scott. I know it hasn’t been easy for you but where you’re going is going to be really good for you.” 

“And where exactly are you taking me.” You asked suspiciously. “Before you freak out, you’re only staying there until we stop whatever Peter is planning. Two weeks tops.” He tried to reason but it only served to panic you further, “Derek, where are you taking me.”

“I’m dropping you off at the airport and your getting on the next flight to Virginia.” Your eyes widened as you let out a small screech, “Virginia? That’s like a five hour flight! Why Virginia? And for two week? What about the Winter formal?” You rambled, voice high pitched with panic.

Derek shot you a sympathetic look before returning his attention to the highway, “I’ve got a few friends there. One of them is kind of a vampire expert. Says he knows some people that might be able to help train you.” The wolf explained.

Derek had friends? That was truly shocking.

“Who’s your friend?” You asked curiously. 

“His name’s Alaric Saltzman. He’s picking you up at the airport when you land.” 

“So I’m staying with some man I’ve never even met? Cool. Really not worrying at all, Derek. And my parents are on board with this little plan?” You inquired uneasily.

Derek let out a snigger at this, “Seeing as your mother was the one to suggest him, yes. Your dad isn’t so keen on the idea.”

He was chuckling like a little kid and you felt as though you were missing something, “Why isn’t he too keen on it?” 

His laugh came out full voice now as he looked at you with a mischievous grin, “Because before he and your mother got together, she was dating Ric.” 

Your eyes widened and your jaw almost hit the floor, “So your shipping me off to my mother's ex to keep me away from my alpha werewolf uncle? You guys are the fucking worst.”

[fbfh]

Light Up the Dark - [IV] Leo x reader

genre: romance + action + enemies to lovers kinda

word count: 2k

au: none

pairing: Leo x gothy!child of eros!fem reader

requested: nah

warnings: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR HEROES OF OLYMPUS!!, normal reader being mean lol, mentions of abandonment issues, a breakup over skype call basically, reader uses  seduction powers for fun and profit, i think that’s it

summary: You pull some strings to get a hotel room and some cash, the boys get to know you a little better, and you overhear something you probably shouldn’t have.

listen to: bad liar - imagine dragons

a/n: since the reader is a daughter of Eros, the characters are aged to 18+ idk i think i forgot to put that on the other chapters lol 

also requests r open uwu

“What do you mean she’s not coming?” Leo asks, all the bad feelings quickly overtaking him. 

“She said she wanted to sight see more, and that she’d meet us back at camp in a few days,” Jason says, trying to break the news as gently as possible, “I’m sorry, Leo.”

He bit back his heartache.

“Yeah, it’s…” 

The door creaks and their heads turn to you, exiting the front door. 

“Who’s driving?” you ask.

“Jason,” Leo replies. You open the passenger side door, gently place the coffin shaped box on the seat, and buckle it in. You can feel their inquisitive eyes on you, and you counter with a blank, resolute look of your own.

“This one’s special.” 

You notice Leo seems… off. His whole mood seems to have plummeted. Leo reminds you of a buoy. Even in the worst storms, even if he gets caught under a huge wave, he always comes back to the surface. Based on his current vibe, someone nuked the buoy. Wheels turn in your head, and you hand him the trout mailbox. 

“Could you put this in the back?” you direct your words at him, hoping the heat flushing to his cheeks would distract him from whatever made him upset. His hand brushes yours and you can almost feel his heart spasm. You make eye contact at him through your thick, dark eyelashes and he almost chokes. He agrees and you pull Jason aside. 

“What happened?” you hiss. 

“What?” he whispers back.

“What did you tell him to make him all lame?”

“Oh, uh…” he rubs the back of his neck and you shake your head, waiting for an answer, “Calypso’s… not coming back with us.”  You wait in silence for him to keep talking. 

“She said she wanted to see the world more, and she’d meet us back at camp in a few days.” You process this for a second.

“So he’s-” you catch movement out of the corner of your eye, “driving?” you ask Leo, who just came back from the trunk.

“Jason, I mean.” you clarify. He confirms, and you all get in the car - Jason up front, you and Leo in the back. You reach into your bag and hand Jason a cd that says ’fun sad angry music :)’. He stares at you through the rear view mirror. You stare back. You sip your coffee. 

“Well?” you ask, “Are you going to put it in the player or eat it?” His eyes dart to Leo’s. “She gets to choose the music,” he explains. Jason mutters in agreement and fumbles the disk into the slot. A smile spreads on your face as the music plays and he starts to drive. 

Leo watches you as you nod your head and mouth the lyrics. He can tell you love this song. You vibe to the music for a minute before glancing over at Leo. He realizes he’s been staring when you give him an expectant look.

“What.” you ask. 

“Uh, this song is really good,” interest tints your face, and he’s relieved he recovered okay, “what’s it called?” You’re a little surprised he likes it.

“Mr. Doctor Man by Palaye Royale.” You two enjoy the music in silence, Jason focused on the road and GPS directions. A minute later, your curiosity starts to get the better of you. “How far is it?” 

“Not far, a couple hours.” Leo replies.

“Is everyone there all… campfire songs and friendship bracelets? Cause I’ve never been like, a summer camp person,” your eyes flick to the side towards him for a moment, and he can tell you’re listening closely. He smiles a little. 

“So what kind of person are you?”

“I’m more of a… cult documentaries and obscure unsettling 1960’s Czech animations type.” He’d never heard the words ��1960’s Czech animations” sound so hot. 

“What about you?”

He paused for a minute. Part of him was deciding how to respond, and the other part was just flattered giggling that she had asked him back. You talk for the next hour or two, Jason chiming in periodically, until he points out that it’s getting dark and you should find somewhere to stay for the night. 

“Okay,” you reply, “pull over at the next truck stop.” 

They’re a little confused, but Jason complies and pulls over at the next gas station/convenience store you come across. They watch you get out of the car without a word and walk into the store. You approach a guy near a soda display. He has on a fedora and a shirt with a kids video game logo on it. He stares at you absolutely transfixed. They can’t hear what you’re saying, but he has a dopey grin on his face and nods his head a lot. Your hand touches his arm gently, and he laughs so loudly (and nervously) they hear it from the car. 

“Do I look that dumb around her?” Leo asks. 

You tilt your head and he blushes and nods again. He hands you something and a second later, you two walk to the counter. The cashier looks up startled, and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. She stares at you for a second, then says something and fumbles with a cellphone you hand her. She hands you a paper a few seconds later. You give the guy his phone back. He walks to an ATM at the corner of the store. He walks over to you, but you’re in front of a display so they can’t see anything until you come back out. You get back in the car and hand Jason a piece of paper and a wad of cash.

“Got us a room at a Best Western like, ten minutes away. And some cash.” 

They stare at you in silence. You lean toward Jason. 

“The room is under your name, Kevin Grossman.” Leo bites back a laugh. 

You finally get to the hotel, and Jason flips on his turn signal to get into the parking lot. “Park at the Walmart over there,” you point a block or two up, “under a light.” He turns his blinker off. 

“Walmart doesn’t care if you park overnight. If someone sees our car at the parking lot of a hotel, we’re just leaving a target on our backs.” you explain. They don’t say anything. 

“You said monsters are after us, right?” 

“Yeah,” Leo said, “good thinking.” Jason agreed and you exit the car, remembering to grab the duffle bag with your clothes and other essentials. You all walk across the street to the hotel. You talk your way through checking in pretty easily. When the hostess asks to see your in app registry you hand her the printed ticket. “His phone died.” you say simply. The three of you are about to head up to your room, when you turn back to reception. You hesitate for a second, before leaning in to the receptionist.

“Can you put us as unlisted?” you ask quietly. 

“Of course,” she replies sincerely, “let me know if you need anything.”

On the way up to your room, you tell Jason and Leo that if anyone asks, you’re not here. They seem impressed. Your room has a small seating area with a couch, coffee table, coat rack, and a phone. Past the half wall are three beds, a desk, a TV, and a doorway you figure leads to the bathroom. You walk into the bathroom and touch the mirror. You notice the space between your finger and reflection, and move on. You call to Leo to turn off the lights. He and Jason share a look. You may be a little weird, and incredibly intimidating, but you haven’t steered them wrong yet. Leo hits the lights, and you said quietly, “Listen for any weird buzzing or beeping noises, and look out for any out of place lights,” you creep around the room very quietly. After a minute you turn the lights back on and look at the ceiling.

“What was that about?” Jason asks.

“Bugs,” you reply, not looking at him, “and not the fun kind,” you mutter. 

“Jason, can you reach that?” you point up at the smoke detector. He looked between you and the device on the ceiling. 

“Don’t think so.” You looked between him and Leo. Your head might hit the ceiling if you Jason gave you a boost, but you could probably access it fine with Leo’s help. 

“Leo,” you said, and he looked up from the wires he was fiddling with, “give me boost,” your gaze not leaving the smoke detector. He agrees, and you get up onto his shoulders. His hands rest just above your knees, and it takes all his focus to not burst into flames. You pop off the cover.

“This doesn’t look weird, right?” you ask him. He looks up and back at your face, hair angled down, and is reminded of the Spiderman kiss. He pushes away the thought and examines the smoke detector. 

“About as non-weird as a smoke detector can look,” he confirms, and helps you down. He’s incredibly impressed that you thought to look for bugs - even he hadn’t thought of that, and he’s a son of Hephaestus. 

“Where did you learn this stuff? The parking lot, being unlisted, checking for bugs?” You half exhale half scoff.

“When almost everyone in a five mile radius constantly wants to get in your pants, they can get… pushy… so you learn some stuff.” You grab your pajamas from your bag and head toward the bathroom. Leo and Jason meet eyes. It made more sense now, why you were always so intimidating. If he got constant unwanted attention, Leo would get pretty prickly, too. 

Once everyone had showered and gotten ready for bed, Jason pointed out someone should IM Chiron, but you were way too tired, and collectively agreed to update him in the morning. 

Right as he’s about to fall asleep, Leo feels like someone’s watching him. He opens his eyes, and sees Calypso’s face. His heart lurches. He pushes himself out of bed and sees the shimmery edges of the iris message. She opens her mouth and he holds a finger to his lips. He moves over to the couch, so he doesn’t wake the others. He sits down nervously.

“Hey, sunshine… I really miss you, what’s-” 

“Look, Leo, I… I can’t do this.” 

His stomach drops. 

He knows what’s happening. He had it coming, he knew that. He knew that this was probably inevitable. Still, that didn’t make it hurt any less. He tries to sputter out something, anything. Why, what, can he do anything to fix this, but he’s too choked up. 

“I need a break from this, from us…” she continues, “there’s so much of the world I haven’t seen yet, and you have your projects… I don’t want to hold myself back because I feel bad that you’re not with me. I want to experience everything.” He feels like he’s falling forward. His eyebrows knit and an unstoppable rush of memories of everyone who’s left him or kicked him out comes flooding back. 

“Calypso,” his voice cracks. He can’t finish the sentence. 

You wake up from the light sleep you had settled into, aware of an unfamiliar voice. You get up, throwing on the short black robe over your pajamas - despite their velvet material, the loose cami and shorts don’t provide much warmth. You tiptoe over to the seating area. Leo’s on the couch, staring at the floor. You walk up behind him and place a hand on his shoulder. 

“You okay?” you ask, your voice foggy with sleep. 

“Who-” you briefly see the unfamiliar voice is coming from a shimmery image of a pissed off girl floating in front of him, but he quickly swipes his hand through, and the image vanishes. He rubs his eyes and his hands come away damp. You stay quiet. You don’t want to make him feel worse. 

“Long day,” he mutters. He stands up and says goodnight without looking at you. You watch him get into bed, and you do the same. Even if you knew what was wrong, there wasn’t much you could do this late at night. You hope some rest makes him feel better, and tell yourself it’ll be dealt with in the morning. 

Maybe over coffee. 

You could use some coffee.

[thiswasinevitableid]

For a writing prompt, Indruck post apocalyptic au (preferably everyone is human?) Indrid is infected by some sort of alien parasite, and the only way they can save him is to cut it out of him without anesthesia? Feel free to be as graphic as you want, but if it’s too whumpy for you, no pressure to write it! Thanks as always!

Here you go! It’s mid-level graphic: if it were a movie, you wouldn’t be seeing guts everywhere, but you would see the wounds. Also, content warning for body horror, namely the kind where a fungus takes over your body, and referenced suicide (no suicide actually occurs, don’t worry)

He should have seen it coming.

The tell-tale dampness and smell in the air, like battery acid and rotten milk, the fact that he’d made it the whole trip without seeing any Mycilioptera (that was, according to Joseph, the scientific term for the for the cat-sized, skittering alien creatures looking for someone to sting).

The creature was on him with a droning, high whine, scratching his face, smearing stinging mucus across his eyes and mouth. He made a rookie error, following his instinct to rip off the the substance dulling his senses, rather than feel sweep his arms over his body, locate the creature, and hurl it as far away as he could.

When the stinger hit his stomach, he screamed. The noise was useless; this quadrant of the city was abandoned months ago. He collapsed to the ground, clutching his sides as the pain seeps through them. His eyes cleared enough that he forced his fingers to work, grip the handle of his hatchet, and cleave it with a crunch.

Now, clutching the steering wheel of the Winnebago (in this world you do not need a fast car; you need something with thick sides and room for supplies and friends), he knows there are only two ways this can go.

If he is lucky, the parasite will be slow acting enough and he will stay lucid enough to reach the ranch in time for someone to remove it.

If he is unlucky, he will run out of time, and the parasite will take control of his body, manipulate him zombie-like to an advantageous location, and burst from his chest, mouth, and eyes in milky-white stalks, sending spores into the air, which will either grow in to adults or be inhaled by any other humans in a two mile radius, subjecting them to a prolonged version of Indrid’s fate.

He leans on the gas pedal, hurtling down the empty backroad. They found an abandoned, un-pilfered gas station and filled all the vehicles, with some left over for scouting and supply runs. And, if it came to it, an escape.

From the passenger seat, his backpack meows. A familiar black and brown head pokes out, the ratty collar still reading “Winnie.” Winnie, the reason he ran into that abandoned parking garage during a salvage mission in the first place.

Because she’s Duck’s cat, the one he thought he’d never see again after she fled out the door when the city evacuated. And Indrid loves Duck Newton more than anything in the world.

They’d been friends before everything went to hell, inching towards a confession of deeper feeling and Indrid still remembers the way his heart felt when he spotted Duck at the evac staging shelter. He hadn't even opened his mouth when Duck was hugging him, holding him tight and saying he was so fucking glad he was okay.

When three, then five, then ten infected humans burst in the evac center, Duck had Indrid’s hand they were running before almost anyone else knew what was happening, bandanas over their mouths because Josephs last message before the cell towers were overloaded was to keep their noses and mouths covered.

They made it, against all odds, out into the countryside, Thacker’s Quonset hut and Mama’s farmhouse as safe as they’d hoped. The others trickled in one by one or two by two; sometimes bringing other survivors with them. Other survivors found them later, though the humans they saw became fewer and fewer with each day.

Mama took in everyone who wasn’t infected, while Joseph, Dani, Duck and Thacker operated and sewed up the infected who could be saved (if removed before it takes over the host, the parasite will die when exposed to air). Those who could not were given choices; most chose a swift death, especially when they learned that dying before the parasites emerged would kill the alien inside them.

And every night, Indrid and Duck shared a small bed, clinging to each other and telling jokes or stories until they could sleep. Two months in, Duck kissed him in the dark and Indrid kissed back, and when Duck asked if it was only the end of the world driving Indrid’s affection, Indrid shook his head

“I’ve wanted this for awhile. And I don’t know what’s coming. All I know is I want to be with you when it does.”

At the front of the Winnebago Indrid wipes his eyes; what a foolish thing to say. He doesn’t want Duck here for this, that’s for damn sure, and yet he drives towards him anyway,

He’s feverish, sweat running down his face and arms shaking, and while his veins are still blue, he can see the parasite rippling under his skin; it’s not wasting any time.

He’s not going to make it. And if he tries, he’ll put all his friends in danger

There’s no choice but to pull to the side of the road a few miles from the farm and step from the trailer, leaving the door ajar so Winnie can escape into the wild. He’s crying all the while, breath coming in shaky gasps; just because he’s doing the right thing doesn’t mean he isn’t miserable and terrified.

Indrid pulls out his pistol. He won’t be an incubator, he won’t spread this, he won’t help the things that took so much of his world from him.

He won’t ever see Duck again.

He sobs, once, then wretches as the fever grows and his vision goes spotty. He has to do this, even though every time he looks at the weapon his whole body shakes with fear.

“‘Drid!”

Duck’s voice, just audible over the thrum of an engine. Then tires screech into view, Aubrey piloting a jeep. Duck jumps to the ground before she’s even stopped.

“‘Drid, don’t you fuckin dare-”

“Nono, stay back!” He scrambles on his hands and heels, slamming into the side of the trailer, “I got stung, I already have a fever, I can feel it moving-”

Duck drops to his knees, lifting Indrid’s glasses.

“Your eyes are still brown. It ain’t too late.”

“But the veins near the wound are going white” Joseph stands behind Duck, “we won’t be able to get him back in time.”

“Th-that’s why I pulled over, I, I can’t get the rest of you infected, please, please just go-”

“You got the field kit?”

Aubrey tosses it to Duck.

“We can still save you, sugar. And I’m sure as hell gonna fuckin try.”

Duck and Joseph haul him to his feet and carry him inside, laying him on his back on the table. Aubrey follows him, sitting down on one bench and taking his hand.

“We got no anesthetic, so this is gonna hurt like a motherfucker, but you can do it. Okay?”

Indrid nods weakly.

“We’re gonna get you through this. You’re” fear flickers across Duck’s face, “you’re gonna be okay.”

Aubrey braces Indrid’s upper body, Joseph his lower, as Duck cleans around the puncture in his stomach and sterilizes his tools. Aubrey holds up a hand,

“We need something for your mouth, right?”

“Good call” Duck retrieves a wooden spoon from a drawer, setting it between Indrid’s teeth.

“Okay” Duck takes a deep breath, meets Indrids eyes, “okay. I’m gonna start cuttin. Ready?”

Indrid just manages a thumbs up.

It hurts, because a blade cutting into your skin will always hurt. And because it hurts Indrid screams.

“That’s good” Joseph is trying to sound reassuring, but even he looks worried, “scream if you need to, research suggests it helps with the pain.”

“It’s not too deep, thank fuckin christ.”

Indrid stares at the ceiling and yells when Duck widens the incision.

“Almost can see ‘im. Yeah, there, he’s startin to shrivel already from the air.”

Relief mingles with the pain in his tears. Aubrey pets his head, “you’re gonna be okay, see?”

“C’mere you, you fuckin monster, you fuckin think you can take him from me” Duck hisses, then says gruffly, “Joe, need you to hold it open, go wash your hands.”

Once Joe is in position, there’s a horrible, wet sound as Duck places his hand inside.

Searing, blinding pain as he pulls the parasite free, Indrid’s blood running down Duck’s arms. He bites the wooden handle and it cracks. The creature wrinkles and dies in Duck’s hands and he hurls it outside.

“Shit, shit you’re bleeding a lot. Okay, fuck, okay, that was the hard part, this is just stitches. Just stitches.”

Indrid whimpers, clinging to Aubrey’s hand and scraping his nails against the formica table. Duck hits too deep on a stitch and Indrid winces and cries as his boyfriend curses.

“Here, Duck, trade with me.” Joe holds out his hand and Duck passes him the needle. The shorter man settles by Indrid, taking his other hand. He’s still bloodstained, and Indrid can feel him shaking, but he brings Indrid’s knuckles to his mouth and kisses his knuckles again and again.

“I’m here, darlin, I’m here, I got you, it’s almost over.”

Indrid focuses on his voice, pretends they’re in bed together, counts the kisses on his hand and wrist while the pain fades to the background. Dimly, around kiss number thirty-five, he hears Joseph sigh in relief.

“Done.”

--------------------------------------------------

Indrid curls up under the covers, clothes sticking to him with sweat and his stomach throbbing with pain.

“Easy, sugar, easy” Duck sits up from a makeshift bed on the floor, “here, lemme get you some painkillers.” He comes back with a glass of water and two white pills. Indrid swallows them, lets Duck help him from his shirt and wipe the sweat away with a cloth.

“How did you know to come look for me?”

“Just had a feelin. I kept lookin out at the road, saw the ‘Bago weavin, goin a million miles an hour, and just knew somethin was wrong.”

“Thank you. For coming for me.”

“I always will. Thanks for not deckin me or kickin me while I was workin on you.”

“Duck you saved my life, kicking would be rather rude.”

It’s a weak goof, but Duck smiles and kisses him.

“Oh, uh, here, someone else wants to say thanks.”

“Mraoow?” Winnie stares at him from Duck’s arms.

“We scared her burstin into the trailer. Poked her head out right after you passed out. So you, uh, missed me bawlin like a baby seein her again.”

“Awwww” Indrid rests his head on Duck’s shoulder, ruffling Winnie’s fluff.

“I mean, that and it hit me how close I came to losin you. Poor Aubrey was tryin to comfort me in the Jeep while Joe drove you back here in the ’Bago.”

Indrid strokes his cheek. He understands; the thought of never seeing Duck again was the worst thing to happen to him all day, sting included.

“Come to bed?”

“You sure? Might not be too comfortable.”

“I want to be held by you. I want to remember we’re both still here.”

Duck joins him under the blanket, Winnie curling up on their feet.

“Yeah, yeah we are. And I love you so goddamn much.”

“I love you too. And I promise to cut a parasite out of you if the need arises.”

“God I fuckin hope not.”

“Me too. There were...fewer of them this time. I think they may be dwindling.”

“Fingers crossed. But even if we got a long ways to go towards rebuildin a world, I still got you, and you still got me. And that’s worth a whole hell of a lot.”

Indrid kisses him, inhaling the smell of clean skin and scratching his cheek against Duck’s stubble.

“You’re right, my love. It is.”

[taexual]

HOLIC - 17 | jb x reader

pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader

genre: enemies to lovers au | roommate au

warnings: some angst

words: 3.7k

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In the middle of the exhausting workday – the sleepless night you’ve had before today must have contributed to your low emotional threshold a great deal, but, then again, Tuesdays were the first work day for the gallery so the workload wasn’t anything new – you were surprised by another text from Jiho. You hadn’t heard from him since you declined his offer to meet up for lunch today, but he texted you again just as you were fixing the frame of one of the paintings after a customer complained that it was uneven and, therefore, ruined the picture he’d been trying to take.

Calmly trying to explain that no pictures were allowed in the gallery ended up being a bad choice because you got scolded – as if it was you who hadn’t followed the gallery rules – so, needless to say, you weren’t in a particularly good mood when you finally read Jiho’s texts.

It was heart-warming that he mentioned wanting to see you but after all the drama at home with Jaebum and the amount of work you had to do here at the gallery, you really didn’t think you had the emotional capacity to remain polite and nice to Jiho. You could only take so much scolding before you had to scold someone yourself.

You ended up having to persevere, though, because you simply couldn’t come up with an excuse that would sound kind enough – given the fact that he was only in the city on Tuesdays – and wouldn’t make you seem like you were slowly starting to ghost him.

You liked Jiho. You just didn’t think you had enough time for him and he didn’t deserve to be neglected like this. No one did.

“Hey,” you said, putting on your customer service smile – the only one you were able to put on at the moment – when you saw Jiho standing at the far end of the gallery, near the staff exit. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” he smiled upon seeing you. “How are you? Is today really bad?”

“Ah, it always is,” you replied. “But don’t worry, I’ll pull through. Did you meet anyone about your exhibition yet?”

“No, that’s after lunch,” Jiho said, his eyes always glittering whenever the topic turned to his future photography exhibition at your gallery. He was very excited about it and this made your smile start to feel a little more natural. “I have a free hour until then, and I know you told me you’re busy, but I was hoping you’d find, at least, five free minutes to get something to eat with me?”

You glanced at the watch on your hand. “I guess I can spare you fifteen minutes.”

He chuckled, glad that you found the time although he knew he essentially left you no choice.

“That’s good,” he said. “Let’s get coffee too, then.”

You only had enough time to get coffee from the vending machine because the closest café was ten minutes away and, obviously, the coffee here tasted stale, but both you and Jiho were young artists, so you’ve tasted worse. The bagels, on the other hand, were amazing, but Jiho refused to reveal where he’d gotten them from.

“If you’re able to get them on your own,” he said, “I’ll never see you. You’ll be too busy for me.”

You chuckled sadly. “Sorry. There’s been a lot going on lately.”

“I don’t blame you,” Jiho said gently. “There’s actually this event I’ll be hosting soon, so I’ve been preparing for it. It’s the reason why I didn’t text you as much. I figured I’d rather tell you about it in person.”

“What event?”

“I wanted to organize a private screening of my photographs before the exhibition here,” he revealed. “And I found the perfect restaurant that was willing to rent the place for me this Friday night. I’d like you to come.”

You loved attending private shows – although you’ve only been to three your whole life and all three of the photographers were your friends from university who were only doing the shows because they needed the grade – so you didn’t hesitate before nodding.

“I’d love to come,” you said, genuinely excited. “Will it be here in the city?”

“Yeah,” Jiho nodded, looking more relieved now that you’d agreed to come. “I’ll text you the address.”

“Great,” you smiled. “Can I get a hint about the exhibition itself, though? Is there a theme?”

“Uh…” he thought about it for a moment while he toyed with the wrapper of his bagel. “Sort of. I’d like to keep it a secret for now, though. I will be using one of your pictures.”

You stopped chewing in confusion, but then continued quickly because you didn’t want to talk with your mouth full and you simply couldn’t not ask what he was talking about.

“What do you mean?” you questioned, unaware of the frown that had appeared on your face. “What picture?”

“The one I took of you on the night we met,” he explained and your mind returned to the walk by the riverside after you’d met Jiho at Mark’s bar. He’d taken a few pictures of you but you figured he only did it as a joke. He was supposed to already be done with the preparations for his exhibition at that time.  “Don’t look so alarmed, you look wonderful in it. It’s definitely one of my best ones.”

“Oh,” you looked down, feeling a slight blush creep up on your cheeks although you weren’t sure if you should have felt honored or slightly angered that he was going to use your picture without your consent. “Well, um, thank you for letting me be your model, I guess.”

Jiho laughed at this, presumably taking your awkwardness for shyness. “Thank you for modeling for me. You’re a natural.”

“Hmm,” you mumbled and finished your bagel in a few quick bites, hoping to come up with a way to change the topic to something else – preferably something that made you less conflicted and did not make you debate whether you should have yelled at the first professional photographer who had used you as a model. “Will you be staying in the city until the end of the week, then?”

“No,” he answered, sighing. “Unfortunately, I have some business to take care of back home. One of my friends owns a gallery there and he’s been looking for someone to help him run the business.”

“Really?” you were surprised to hear this. You haven’t seen Jiho in less than a week and he already had so many new things going on – honestly, you had to try very hard not to feel jealous of all of these opportunities he was getting. “I never pegged you for someone who’d like the paperwork. You’re an artist through and through.”

Jiho smiled appreciatively. “Thank you. But I wouldn’t be dealing with paperwork. I’d be the lead juror in a team of three people who, basically, get to decide which works to exhibit at the gallery, to put it simply. I think it’ll be fun. This way I’d be playing on the other side of the field and maybe that will teach me a thing or two.”

This made sense, you had to admit. It even made you momentarily consider changing your career as well – you didn’t even dare to apply to galleries to have an exhibition of your own – because judging other photographers somehow sounded much easier than being judged yourself.

“Anyway, it’s still a job that’s related to photography. Maybe I’ll find inspiration there,” he continued. “And I’ll get to help out some up-and-coming artists, so that’s also... cool.”

Suddenly, Jiho reminded you Jaebum – who was also helping young artists get their big break – and you were surprised to feel your smile widen despite the many confusing emotions you’d experienced when he had revealed the truth about his exhibition.

“That’s really nice,” you said, a newfound affection blooming inside of your heart all of a sudden. You just weren’t sure whom it was for. “Young artists need more people like you.”

“Yeah,” Jiho said and then – probably because he wasn’t good at taking praise – changed the topic. “So, I’ll see you on Friday, right? It’d mean a lot to me if you came.”

“Yeah,” you said, sounding even more assured than before and seemingly forgetting the misunderstanding of your picture being exhibited at his show. It didn’t seem like that big of a deal when compared to all the other problems you had to deal with. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

Jiho left for his meeting shortly after your lunch – if a bagel could count as lunch – but not before you and him shared a quick hug. It wasn’t the first time you’ve hugged but this time it felt slightly more romantic. When you hugged after he’d walked you home that first time, it barely lasted a second. This hug was more comfortable and it gave you hopes that perhaps Jiho didn’t mind waiting for you while you attempted to deal with your seemingly useless job and your utterly exhausting relationship with your roommate – not that Jiho knew of Jaebum.

All things considered, you felt better than you usually did when you got home. Perhaps it was thanks to Jiho -- although he brought more confusion than joy into your life today, --  or perhaps it was because no other customer yelled at you after you got back to work. You weren’t going to question your mood because this was one of the first Tuesdays you didn’t feel like murdering anyone.

But then you got home and you could almost physically feel the unresolved tension between you and Jaebum.

He was home, you could tell from the faint sound of music coming from his room. Not wanting to disturb him, you moved through the hallway quietly, only daring to exhale when you were in your bedroom. You didn’t want to ruin your semi-decent mood by seeing Jaebum’s disappointed eyes again, or worse, by getting into a fight with him.

After changing into sweats, you gathered enough courage to go back out there and get yourself some food. As soon as you closed the door of your bedroom and turned around to head for the kitchen, however, you realized that tiptoeing wasn’t going to be necessary because Jaebum was already leaning against the fridge, watching you.

“Hi,” he said once your eyes landed on his. You weren’t able to read his mood.

“Hey,” you replied carefully. “Any food in the fridge?”

“Yeah, lots,” he said. “None of it is pre-cooked like I assume you’d like, though.”

“It’s fine,” you said, sitting down on the stool by the kitchen island. Talking to him about something so casual after the dismissal he’d given you last night made you feel uneasy. “I’ll just make myself a sandwich or something. Not in the mood to make anything fancy.”

“Yeah,” he nodded and then, not wasting any time, proceeded to send your heart into a frenzy, “uh—we should talk, I guess, right?”

You inhaled sharply – an automatic reaction already. When Jiho wanted to talk to you, it was because he wanted to invite you to his private photography show. You had a feeling Jaebum wasn’t going to invite you anywhere, given the circumstances, and you were about to get yelled at to make up for the lack of scolding you experienced at the gallery today. And, although you’d wanted him to open up and let you in on what he was feeling, now you weren’t so sure if you were prepared for all that he had to say.

“I guess so, yeah,” you said, knowing that there was no way out of this. Although, you could have always sprinted out of the kitchen and locked yourself in your bedroom if things got too hard to handle.

“Sorry I bailed on you last night,” Jaebum said, putting the plastic water bottle he’d been holding on the island between the two of you.

“It’s alright,” you said, swallowing. He really shouldn’t have been the one apologizing here. “I understand where you’re coming from.”

Jaebum nodded and then, finally, started to speak.

“I had some time to think about this since I couldn’t sleep the whole night—” he said. It was funny because you haven’t slept either. “—and I guess, I decided that I really shouldn’t feel angry about any of this.”

You would have felt relieved – in fact, the first glimpses of the blissful escape from a huge argument were already lingering nearby – but you had heard him say he was disappointed last night, so you didn’t want to get too ahead of yourself and waited for him to continue instead.

“You actually solved my problem for me,” he explained. “Suji called and she said we shouldn’t see each other anymore, whatever that means coming from her. I know I’ve never heard her say this to anyone before so I’m not sure how you managed, and I also don’t know how much truth there is to her words. She’s usually serious about things she says but... I’ve never heard her say something like this. Maybe she’s never been confronted by anyone in her life before, I don’t know.”

You swallowed slowly. “I was worried she’d send an army after me.”

“She—no,” Jaebum laughed in surprise. “I mean, yeah, I wouldn’t put it past her, but, although I don’t know what she’s feeling, I don’t think she’ll be trying to kill you or do anything you’re obviously thinking she’ll do. She claimed she’s going to delete my number, actually, which was, once again, a statement I never thought I’d hear her make. Now, I don’t know, maybe she’ll change her mind tomorrow or a week from now and then show up on my doorstep again, but maybe…things are changing.”

“You really think so?” you raised your eyebrows. You’d been curious what was it that Suji had said to him but you didn’t think you were expecting to hear this. Your heart kept banging against your ribcage as you listened to Jaebum speak and you couldn’t find the right words to congratulate him because you weren’t sure what was appropriate anymore. “That’s��good for you.”

“Yeah,” Jaebum said, only glancing at you to give you an agreeing nod, but then looking away again. “On the other hand, though… I am disappointed because you did this behind my back. More specifically, after I asked you not to.”

Your stomach sunk as you lowered your eyes. The excitement that his previous confession had created in your chest had dulled immediately. You wanted him to talk to you instead of shutting you out and now that he finally got himself together to actually tell you what was on his mind, you had miscalculated just how guilty you would feel.

“I-I don’t have a good explanation for that,” you admitted. “I’m sorry. I just didn’t like the way you were choosing to handle this and I… went ahead and did everything my way. I really wasn’t going to do this, though. I meant it when I told you I wouldn’t meet up with her to talk about you. But I guess that doesn’t mean much now.”

“I think that’s what disappointed me the most,” he told you and your eyes finally met when you both dared to move your shy gazes away from the kitchen island between you and look at each other instead. “You immediately assumed my way of dealing with this was wrong while yours was right. And while in this case that might be true, I still didn’t ask for your help, you know what I mean? And even if you weren’t going to do this initially, deep inside you still wanted to do it and, obviously, nothing I said could have changed that. You did help me—thank you—but—”

“I’m not asking you to thank me,” you cut him off and then realized you didn’t really have much else to say. “Sorry. Continue, please. I just—I want you to know that I feel bad about this. Suji was… a lot more than I could handle. I had replied to her texts – and I take full responsibility for it, I really shouldn’t have done that – but I only met up with her in hopes of getting her off my back. But then she started to talk about your relationship as if it was the best, most perfect thing in the world, and I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t listen to her delusional words because I could almost see her hitting you when you told her something she didn’t like. I could hear her ordering you around and taking control of your life. I had to say something and I did. I said a whole lot. I’m sorry.”

Jaebum didn’t know if he was breathing while you talked. He was only aware of the look in your eyes once the final words left your lips and the mixed feelings he’d been experiencing since last night only seemed to make him even more confused.

He’d asked you not to do this and you weren’t going to, but eventually, you ended up not being able to resist it – and not because of selfish reasons, but on the contrary; you were, for the lack of a better expression, forced to defend his honor. The bitterness of you going against his will was still there, but so was gratitude, admiration and understanding, and so was something else. But Jaebum didn’t want to focus on the swelling of his heart right now.

He didn’t know if he would have done the same if your roles had been reversed – he probably wouldn’t have, but not because he didn’t want to help you, but rather because, while he seemed to argue with you every chance he got, he wasn’t exactly fantastic at explaining his own emotions, so he knew he’d do even worse if he had to explain yours – but he could see your reasons.

While the two of you had your similarities – a lot of them, too – you also had your differences, which, in this case, seemed to compliment each other in the most messed up way possible. It was as if it was obvious that these two puzzle pieces – his inability to confront his problems and your ability to do just that – were meant to fit together in order to create a beautiful picture, and yet it took immense strength and determination to squeeze those pieces together.

So, although the disappointment was still there – the emotion was too fresh to go away – Jaebum felt some of the tension he’d been feeling disappear in a relieving and uplifting way.

“Uh…” he started to say, lost and distracted from his initial train of thought. “I get that. You didn’t do it to spite me. I-I just don’t want you to always do everything your way. I’ve had people make decisions for me my whole life and I just want someone to listen to what I say for once. And I mean really listen—not... just consider what I say before disregarding all of it and then doing everything the way they seem fit.”

“I’m sorry,” you said again, saddened by the carefully hidden vulnerability in his voice. It shone through his eyes when he looked at you. “I overestimated myself and I didn’t hear you. This wasn’t my problem to deal with—I’m sorry. But I will listen to you. I promise I won’t meddle with your problems again and if I do end up doing it anyway, whether accidentally or not, I’ll listen to what you tell me. Seriously listen this time.”

You didn’t know why you made the—clumsy—promise – under different circumstances, you’d have felt almost ashamed to say these words as, in a way, they seemed to condescend you in his eyes and, despite everything, you still had quite a bit of pride left in you – but when the anxiety seemed to fade from Jaebum’s face and he allowed himself to smile a little, you were sure you would have promised a hundred more things just to see his features relax even more.

“Thank you,” he said, choosing to give you the benefit of the doubt, despite still feeling glints of fear in his stomach. Jaebum didn’t just not want something like this to happen again. He was terrified of it. But while giving second chances wasn’t something that was new to him, he didn’t exactly feel as though his forgiveness was a second chance for you because he didn’t think you’d lost the first one.

While this fight might have been the most serious fight you’ve had so far and it even made Jaebum consider staying away from the apartment for a while so he wouldn’t have to talk to you, not one of the many emotions that he’d felt was severe enough to make him consider moving out and risk never seeing you again. Truth be told, he couldn’t figure out why he was suddenly so attached to you but he had far too many thoughts in his head to worry about that.

“So, we’re good?” you asked after a moment, your voice far too hopeful for your liking.

Jaebum blinked, distancing himself from his thoughts and returning to you.

“Well, as good as you and I can get, knowing our tendency to, uh, fight about everything,” he said, grinning.

You chuckled, unexplainably glad to hear the lightness of his voice. “That’s true.”

“I’m—not sure what the next move here is,” he said, staring at you awkwardly for a second or two. “Do we… hug it out?”

Not thinking much of it, you stood up from the stool and walked around the kitchen island.

“Sure,” you said. “Let’s consolidate this so hopefully, we won’t have to fight about the same thing again.”

“What an optimistic thing to say,” Jaebum commented skeptically and you laughed again. It felt so nice to laugh in his presence after you thought you’d never get to do that.

You noticed him smile at the sound of your laughter before he wrapped his arms around your waist in a soft hug. It wasn’t really supposed to be meaningful – or you were sure Jaebum would have run away from it – but, rather, a playful way to end an argument that could have had serious consequences, and yet, as soon as you hugged him back, not failing to notice how soft his hoodie was or how nice he smelled, you found your breath hitching.

You had thought your hugs with Jiho had improved and yet, that hug with him felt like an awkward embrace with a family member you’ve never met before in comparison to your hug with Jaebum. You’d hugged Jiho because you had to and the only thing it symbolized was that you were more than acquaintances. You and Jaebum had hugged because of so many other reasons: because you didn’t know how else to voice the things you wanted to say to each other, because, in a way, the hug was inevitable, because you’d been craving this simple form of affection after so many hours of fighting, and, most importantly, because you didn’t want to lose each other.

It was like all the butterflies in your stomach have been in hibernation but Jaebum’s close proximity woke them all up and now they were flapping their wings wildly all around your body. You were starting to fear Jaebum wouldn’t just feel the rapid beating of your heart against his chest but also manage to read through all the other emotions that his embrace had caused you to feel.

You weren’t sure what you thought of any of them.

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[vincess-princess]

just another night

some people are interested, so here it is! i kinda experimented with sound and flow and am a little bit nervous how it turned out. also, do you think i should post it to rockfic too? also it’s kinda long so im putting it under the cut. as always, giant thank you to my lovely beta @polska-tankietka , without you this would be so much more trashy

Fandom: Motley Crue Pairing: Nikki Sixx/Vince Neil Word count: 1547

The bar is stuffy and smelly. Music roars in Nikki’s ears, light flounces before his eyes; red-yellow-white, red-yellow-white. Nikki can’t make out the hair colour of the boy who’s been looking at him for the last twenty minutes. Nikki looks back and taps on the counter. Bartender serves both of them Jack Daniels, and he senses an understanding soul.

The boy has a girlfriend, and at first Nikki wants to throw them the fuck out. After observing them a little, he changes his mind. The boy doesn’t even look at her; she sulks, drinks shot after shot, leans on the counter, finally gets up and totters towards the toilet.

The boy watches her until she closes the door. Then he looks at Nikki. And smiles.

Nikki smiles back.

The boy nods, shows him three fingers, empties his glass and disappears in the crowd. The music is so loud the air seems to be vibrating, Nikki will soon be able to see sounds.

Nikki starts counting seconds. The whiskey messes up his count, and he has to start again. He gets angry, starts straight from fifty.

One hundred seventy eight. One hundred seventy nine. One hundred eighty.

Nikki gets up, throws his jacket on the stool and heads to the men’s toilet.

Here, he can’t see well either, but he makes out that the boy has blonde hair. There’s barely enough room for two, Nikki almost knocks his head on the lamp. He still has to lean forward, the boy pulls him closer, his fingers gripping Nikki’s hair, his breath smelling of whiskey. Nikki closes his eyes and opens his mouth, his world is bitter and wet, tasting like cigarettes and smelling like cheap perfume, and the fingers in his hair are pulling demandingly, almost painfully, almost. Nikki’s tired of bending over, he grabs the boy under his thighs and lifts him up, his back against the wall, he laughs without sound, “what a strong boy”, and Nikki thanks someone silently for bad lighting in the room.

The boy accidentally bites Nikki’s lip and quickly apologizes, Nikki wants to tell him that it doesn’t matter, even the taste of blood won’t dilute the bitterness in their mouths, but he doesn’t want to stop the kiss, not now, please. The boy is a very skilled kisser, but it’s not a contest for Nikki: his hand feels the hotness of the boy’s skin, the part of his back right above the belt of his jeans, and he slides his whole palm under his tee, and he just can’t get enough of him.

“We don’t have much time,” the boy whispers in his ear, and Nikki’s mouth feels so cold and empty without the blonde’s tongue in it. The boy’s hands are cold too, and Nikki shivers a little when these fingers brush his skin right above his jeans. Nikki tries not to look, this is not his first time but he still blushes like a schoolgirl. Instead, he looks at the boy’s hair that is darkened at the roots, tangles his fingers in it and pulls him closer. The boy doesn’t resist - he doesn’t need to see what’s down there to handle it, his breath is hot on Nikki’s neck, his hair tickles his cheek. Only now Nikki notices he’s a head shorter than him.

“Are you even eighteen?” he whispers hoarsely.

“Twenty already,” the boy looks Nikki straight in the eyes, resentfully, almost defiantly. His eyes are dark, brown, maybe. “Do you really care?”

“Don’t wanna go to jail because of such trifle.” Nikki smiles insincerely while everything inside of him screams, stop it, he will leave, he will leave you alone here, do you want it?

“I wouldn’t tell anyone anyway,” the boy says indignantly, and for a second Nikki fears he’s too angry to go on. But they’ve already got so far, and the boy, too, feels this growing tension in his crotch, and he doesn’t want to stop.

Nikki can’t help moaning when the boy’s hand slips under his belt. Nikki strokes his head, he would never think such a non-sexual gesture would work, and the bleached hair under his fingers is stiff, a little bit damaged already, but not in vain, definitely not. The neck under the hair is sun-burnt to dark-red, and Nikki can’t understand whether pain or pleasure is behind the boy’s moans, but he doesn’t try to stop him, so Nikki hopes it’s alright. And those strong fingers down there move faster and faster, and Nikki accidentally bites his partner’s shoulder, but the boy doesn’t listen to his apologies, “let’s talk later, after we’re over”. Nikki puts his hand over his mouth to muffle his screams, there’s another toilet just behind the wall, what if someone will hear him? Yes, a silly concern, the music is too loud, but Nikki doesn’t want to give them out, they really don’t need to be interrupted right now.

And then the world explodes in front of his eyes, and everything goes black and white, and for a few seconds Nikki can’t breathe and only presses his face into the tanned shoulder with a white trace of a strap.

They should have probably brought tissues with them.

The boy smiles, teeth shine like pearls in a brown face. “Was it good?”

“…oh fuck yes.”

Nikki buttons back his jeans. “My turn.”

The boy’s jeans are easy to take off, very useful in a club. “Did you forget underwear on purpose?” They don’t talk – they whisper, soundlessly, the music doesn’t let them hear each other, but it’s ok, Nikki understands almost every word, as though he finally learned to read lips.

“Sure,” the boy blinks in surprise, “why would you need it here?” and Nikki almost laughs, almost, because he’s kind of right.

Nikki got told a lot in the past that he has calloused fingers. He usually shrugged it off - it’s the cost of playing the bass, - but now he’s worried the boy won’t like it. He is wrong. The boy tilts his head back and moans loudly, openly, shamelessly, as though there are no people behind this thin door, but Nikki doesn’t care, not anymore. Let them hear. Let them envy. Something cracks behind the boy’s back, and they clumsily move around to avoid knocking down the fragile sink, and Nikki is not afraid anymore to cling to him, because it’s much harder to knock down the wall, although they probably could do it if they had enough time. Now they have too little of it, but Nikki doesn’t care, he lives in the moment, in their broken breath and desperate moans, in the drops of sweat on a tanned forehead. He holds the boy with one arm while he scratches his shoulders and smears his lipstick on Nikki’s shirt, so submissive, so fragile, and Nikki loves it, and he knows it’s not true, he knows he’s wrong, but one can always dream. They won’t meet again anyway, will they?

The boy whimpers quietly, and Nikki’s palm fills with warm and wet. Nikki holds him so tight it’s almost painful, because if he lets him go, they will both collapse. They stand there panting and don’t look in the other’s eyes and don’t understand why it’s so hard to just release their grips, to just say goodbye. They don’t owe each other anything, right? Seconds are hours, hours are seconds, and time stretches like rubber and sprints like a leopard, and doesn’t obey any known laws. How long it’s been, a minute, an hour, a day?

“It was so cool,” the boy’s whisper breaks the fragile silence. “Are you a guitarist?”

“Bassist.” Shit, so he didn’t like it?

“Even better,” he looks Nikki straight in the eyes and a smile hides in the corners of his mouth. “I love musicians.”

Nikki pulls him into a kiss to not let him notice his blush. They kiss, and Nikki can’t stop thinking that it’s their last one.

“Alright,” the boy breaks the kiss a couple of minutes later. “I gotta go. You have magnificent fingers,” and he slips out of Nikki’s arms and almost turns the doorknob.

”Wait, tell me at least your name.” The last thing to ask in a gay club, but Nikki needs to hold on to something.

“Wharton.” The boy smiles, slyness in his eyes. Definitely lied. “Yours?”

“Frank.” Who could think he would use it again. “It was nice to, uh, meet you.”

“Same. Three minutes, as before?”

Nikki nods, and Wharton leaves. A few seconds that Nikki lingers for, his head still in a haze of his recent orgasm, are enough for Wharton to blend in with the crowd. Nikki looks for him until he’s dizzy from all the music and the lights but it’s all in vain.

He leaves the toilet and plods back to the bar. He wants to get drunk enough to pass out but so much alcohol is beyond his means. He grabs his jacket, and – a piece of paper flies out right under the counter.

It takes him ten minutes, two broken nails and scratched fingers to fish it from under the counter. There are some numbers on it. And a “Call me. W”

Nikki is on his knees, smiling like an idiot.

[ofmilesmorales]

a box full of sharp objects

WHO: Miles Morales WHAT: After a routine mission with Jessica Drew to take down a Hydra base goes terribly wrong, Miles is left to suffer the consequences.   WHERE: Underground Hydra bunker, precise location unknown. TRIGGER WARNINGS: kidnapping, torture, experimentation, mutilation, violence

It was hard to tell time in the windowless room but if he had to guess, Miles would have said he kept up the quips for close to three days. It was probably a generous estimation, probably far too optimistic to be true, but it wasn’t as if there was anyone around to disprove it. So, by his count, he spent the better part of three days doing what Jess would have done. He made bad jokes, muttered puns that only he laughed at, masked his fear with stupid, silly bullshit that he told himself made things a little easier.

It didn’t, of course. Not really. Strapped to a table, alone, and shit scared, it was hard to imagine anything being easy. Easy was something he’d left in the rear-view mirror the second Hydra nabbed him, something that was more a distant memory than anything else at this point. Easy was far, far away from where Miles was now, and he was pretty sure everyone else knew it, too.

But, in spite of that, he kept up the jokes for the better part of three days. He made small talk with the agent drawing vial after vial of blood, pretended not to feel woozy the fifth time they stuck the needle into his arm. Later, of course, he’d long for the moments when all they were doing was drawing blood. In comparison to the other things, the things they called litmus tests, having blood drawn was easy. It was a pinch and an ache, the kind of thing he could call a bloody nightmare with a shiteating grin while still feeling relatively safe. (At least, as safe as one could feel when strapped to a table in some Nazi’s basement.)

Naturally, the feeling of relative safety didn’t last. After the blood samples came the tissue samples, and those were more than a pinch and an ache. “There are more humane ways to do this,” said the doctor taking the sample. There was no follow up, no apology, and Miles knew she’d said it only to be sure that he knew he was suffering more than he needed to.

At that point, he still felt brave. At that point, he could still let his head loll over to the side to look at her with a stupid grin and the closest thing to a shrug he could muster while strapped to a table. “You should really include that in your Nobel speech,” he told her, raising a brow. “Those Peace Prize people would love that. You’d be a hit.”

(He tried to keep himself from making a pun when she reared back and backhanded him across the face, but the words, “Not that kind of hit,” stumbled out anyways and earned him a second backhand. Stubbornly, Miles told himself Jess would have said it was worth it. Logically, he knew Jess would insist that none of this was worth it. Miles was pretty content to ignore logic for the moment.)

Things only seemed to get worse from there. Miles hadn’t seen the woman responsible for bringing him here, the crazy one who’d yelled at Jess that everyone called Madame Hydra because apparently evil scientists didn’t do creative nicknames, but he had a feeling she was always close by. There was a mirror on one wall, the kind that was obviously a one-way glass, and sometimes, the scientists poking and prodding him would glance to it. Like children seeking approval from their parents, or dogs wagging their tails in hopes of a treat. It made Miles feel a little sick to know that there was someone out there watching all this. It made him even sicker to think that it was probably the same woman who’d made Jess look so scared at the Hydra base.

He heard the door open, and he lifted his head as far off the table as he could. Admittedly, that wasn’t very far at all. They had him strapped down pretty securely, even with the energized cuffs they’d stuck on him in the base. Apparently, Hydra wasn’t big on risk-taking when it came to superpowers. Miles might have found that flattering if he weren’t so scared.

“Can I get a sandwich?” His voice was a lot weaker now than it had been in the beginning, but he figured that was okay. “I could really go for a sandwich. I mean, I’d like some chalupas more, but something tells me you guys don’t have a great cook.”

“They said you were still talking,” the man commented, setting a leather case down on the table beside Miles’s head and unfolding it. The scent of rust and copper hit him in a nauseating wave, and he glanced over to see metal instruments with flecks of dried blood dulling the surface.

“That doesn’t look sanitary,” he commented, and god, he was proud that he didn’t sound as scared as he felt. The truth was, Miles was terrified. He’d been in some bad situations before, been beaten down by Kingpin and nearly strangled by his own uncle, but this? This was something else. This was something he’d never thought to prepare for. Miles always figured that this life would kill him. His introduction to heroism had been watching Peter die, and he was too smart to imagine a happier ending for himself than that. He’d accepted that this life was going to kill him, but he’d thought it would be fast. He’d thought he’d go out like Peter in a blaze of glory, fighting a battle to save the whole multiverse from collapse. Instead, it was looking more and more like he’d die here. Strapped to a table in a damp basement with pieces cut off of him, bleeding out as a science experiment. It wasn’t the end he’d imagined. It wasn’t the end he’d hoped for.

“I’ll give you this, you’re stubborn,” the man continued as if Miles hadn’t spoken at all, running his fingers along his tools until he seemed to find one he liked. It looked like some kind of plier set, and Miles shifted instinctively, putting an inch more of distance between them as if it would matter at all. “Most people stop looking for conversation after a day or so. Children usually take less time than that.”

“I’m not a ---” Miles started, but he was interrupted when the man grabbed his jaw and wrenched him forward. He held his mouth open with his hand, and Miles understood very suddenly what the pliers were for. He thrashed and yanked, trying to get his head away, but he was far from his best. He’d been here for hours or days or months or years. He wasn’t sure how long exactly, but he knew it was a while. He knew he was tired. He knew he didn’t stand a chance against the metal pliers making their way to the back of his mouth, knew he was helpless when they tightened against one of his teeth.

Of course, knowing all that didn’t make it any easier when the man yanked, and Miles let out a mangled yell at the taste of blood in his mouth.

The man hummed, pulling the pliers out with a tooth between them, inspecting it for a moment before putting it into a petri dish on the table. “Teeth aren’t the most useful source of DNA, but we do like to be thorough,” he said, sounding like a teacher in a lecture hall droning out facts to a room full of tired students.

Miles gasped out a few breaths, turning his head to the side to let the blood leak out the side of his mouth rather than down his throat. The pain was still washing over him steadily, still settling in to join the rest of the damage his stay with Hydra had left him with. “I feel…” He started, eyes clenched tightly shut, “I feel like you’re n-not a qualified d...dentist.” The words were mangled, forced out through his aching mouth, but he couldn’t stop them. He didn’t want to stop them. Peter had been rebellious to the very end, and Miles wanted to do the same. If he was going to die here, he wanted it to be with both middle fingers up --- even if that was only a metaphor at this point.

The scientist tsked thoughtfully, and Miles felt him lean in close to inspect his expression. Turning his head to face the man, he spat blood into his face, feeling satisfied at the disgusted noise it pulled from him.

Of course, the satisfaction didn’t last. The man was back in his toolkit, back to running his fingers across metal until he found something he liked. This time, it was a scalpel and Miles drew in a trembling breath. “Did you know the palpimanus gibbulus has a cuticle tens of micrometers thick? It acts as something of an armor, protects it from harm. It’s widely considered one of the toughest species of spider.” Miles watched the scalpel glint in the dull light of the bare bulb hanging above.

He was a smart guy. He knew what was coming next. A scalpel mixed with a creepy speech mixed with a hefty dose of anger? There were only so many ways that could end. That didn’t make it hurt less when the blade dug into his stomach, slicing open his uniform and his skin all at once. The scientist looked down thoughtfully. “I guess you didn’t get your powers from a palpimanus gibbulus.”

“Was that ---” Miles let out a shaky breath, eyes clamped shut as a wave of pain and nausea washed over him. “Was that a… a joke? Not… Not bad for your first time. Maybe you should quit this life and take some im---improv classes.”

The only reply he got was another cut, another bite of the scalpel digging in, and his mouth hurt a little too much to keep up a one-sided conversation. He was grateful when the scalpel went back in the toolkit, though he knew any reprieve he found would only be temporary.

Next, the scientist produced a cattle prod from somewhere outside of the scope of Miles’s vision, testing the button a few time to let the sparks fly where Miles could see them. “I hear you produce bioelectric shocks,” the scientist said, though Miles knew he wasn’t really talking to him. He was talking to hear his own voice, or to let the people behind that mirror know what was going on, or to keep a mental note of what he was doing. Talking to Miles would mean that he thought of Miles as a person, and it was clear that that wasn't the case. People didn’t treat other people this way. If Miles had to go out, he wanted to go out believing that people didn’t treat other people this way. “I’m curious if this ability makes you less susceptible to electricity.”

Miles swallowed as the cattle prod came closer. “Take off the cuffs,” he said, trying to keep his voice casual as if he were making small talk. “I can show you something that’ll really shock you if you take off these cuffs.” The scientist smirked, raising a brow before pressing the end of the cattle prod against Miles’s stomach and pressing down on the button.

Electricity, Miles learned, hurt like hell. It was almost enough to make him feel bad for all the people he’d venom blasted over the years, almost enough to make him regret it. But all the people he’d shocked had been people like this. All the people he’d hurt had been people who’d earned it. Miles didn’t like hurting people. It was an unfortunate side effect of heroism, something that had to be done in order to fix things. Some people needed to be hurt to keep them from hurting other people and it sucked, but it was the job.

Miles didn’t like hurting people, but he wanted to hurt this man now. He hadn’t felt rage like this since Aaron’s death, hadn’t felt fury this deep since he’d begged the people he’d worked with them to let him make it right. I have to make him pay. You have to let me make him pay! He hated that feeling, but he clung to it now. It was better than the electricity surging through him, better than the aching in his jaw, better than the sting of the cuts on his torso. That feeling, at least, was one he could control.

Things went on for a while after that. The man asked rhetorical questions that he answered with his experiments. Did the super strength that allowed him to swing without tiring out make the bones in his fingers stronger to compensate? The scientist bent back three of his fingers until they snapped before deciding on no. Did Miles have retractable claws, the way some spiders did? The man yanked out a fingernail from each hand before settling on no again. Every terrible question came with a more terrible form of answer and, by the time the man folded his toolkit back in on itself, Miles was exhausted.

The man looked down at him, and Miles knew he was expecting another joke. And he tried. He really did. He tried to be like Peter, like Jess, like Daisy or Natasha or Jessica. Any one of them would have hit the guy with a quip right then, even tired and beat to hell. Any one of them would have kept going, but Miles couldn’t. He just couldn’t. He closed his eyes until he heard footsteps retreating, kept them clamped tightly shut as the door opened and shut.

By his count, he’d made it the better part of three days before the quips stopped.

He tried to tell himself that was an accomplishment.

[thetourguidebarbie]

What about Klaroline with Klaus being jealous of Caroline's close friendship with Enzo. it doesn't have to end in smut but im fine if it your choice.

Emergency fluff for one of my favorite people. @chica-cherry-lola has been reminding me for months that I promised her a mini-sequel to A Guilty Pleasure, my tattoo artist/florist au I wrote for @lalainajanes a bajillion years ago for a v-day exchange. Thank you to @garglyswoof for looking over this quickly.

This has smut in the beginning and is teeth-rottingly fluffy, so if that’s not your thing, I’d skip it. Bookshop AU will be posted once I get the edits in (sorry you’re getting a false alarm, Laine).

His chest was pressed against her back as his tongue traced a trail along her collarbone, the combination of it with his fingers curling against her walls bringing her just to the edge, but unable to tip over. Her eyes closed as he pressed soft kisses to the back of her neck, legs shaking as he brushed his fingers over her clit. “You’re so lovely,” he whispered, nipping her shoulder. “I do enjoy the sounds you make for me.”

She moaned softly in response as he pinched her clit lightly with his thumb and forefinger, her moan turning into a muttered string of expletives as she came, and she felt his stubble scratch against her skin as he smiled. She was breathing hard as she turned on her back to look at him, her lips parting slightly as she realized he was sucking her arousal off his fingers. He bent to kiss her once he was done, his palm steady on her hip, his tongue brushing across the seam of her lips. She moaned softly as he dragged his teeth across her shoulder and moved down to press kisses down to the valley between her breasts, flicking his tongue against her nipple before moving down her ribcage.

“I have a question, sweetheart,” he said, his voice muffled as his lips moved across her skin, and she arched her back as his tongue traced the flowered vine inked on her ribs.

“What?”

“What’s this tattoo from?”

She laughed. “It’s me and Enzo’s twinsies tattoo.”

Klaus froze mid-lick, pushing himself up so that he was looming over her. “Beg pardon, sweetheart?”

“A twinsies tattoo? You know, like when you and your best friend get matching tattoos to indicate that you will, in fact, be ‘best friends forever’?” Caroline said teasingly, making air quotes.

He stared at her with a look of what she considered completely unwarranted revulsion. “You and Enzo have matching tattoos?” he asked slowly, starting to withdraw his hand, clearly intent on getting an explanation. She grabbed his wrist, her eyebrows raised before groaning when she realized that he wanted the whole story before she’d get her next orgasm.

“Yeah. We were in our second year of college and Enzo and I were taking this really boring history class. It was basically impossible to study because the Professor’s study guides didn’t actually match what was on the tests or quizzes, which should totally be illegal. Anyway, the point is that it was finals week and we both knew that what ended up on the test was completely random, so we made a dumb bet that whoever scored higher could pick a tattoo for the other one. Just so you know, talking about my basically-brother-best-friend is not keeping me turned on.”

“And he won?”

“Nope, I did! I just got the same one in solidarity. I tried to talk Bonnie into it too but she said that couples tattoos were always a mistake no matter what. I thought it was kind of romantic, but she’s annoyingly practical.”

“Romantic, hmm?” he asked, and she narrowed her eyes as she watched the gears turn in his mind.

“Klaus...” she groaned, half out of exasperation and half because she wanted him to start moving again.

He bent and ran his nose along the curve of her neck. “I did tell you that I liked the idea of leaving a mark on someone’s body with my art. You even more.”

“I don’t know,” she said, the last word turning into a breathless ‘oh’ as he slipped two fingers back inside of her, her back arching. “I think you just don’t like that another guy and I have matching tattoos.”

“Perhaps,” he allowed, his fingertip tracing her hipbone before he bent to kiss her again.

“You’re such a jealous weirdo,” Caroline muttered between kisses, though there was no bite to her tone.

“You like it,” he whispered, nipping her ear and curling his fingers against her g-spot, making her gasp.

“In small doses,” she managed to pant out.

“You can’t tell me you don’t enjoy it, love. I feel that shiver run down your body when I press my hand against the small of your back as we walk, hear the way your breath catches when I tell you that you belong to me.”

“Klaus...”

“Try to deny it then,” he murmured. “Tell me you’re not mine, Caroline. Try.”

“Klaus,” she said, a tinge of warning coloring her tone.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“You’re a smug jerk,” she muttered, her face half buried in his chest. She could feel his chest rumble against her cheek as he chuckled, curling his fingers against her walls, his other hand slipping between the cheeks of her ass, making her squeak in surprise.

“All right?”

“Fuck,” she hissed, unable to decide between riding his fingers or pressing against where he was touching her back entrance, her breathing growing shallow. “It’s good,” she managed.

“I’d like to take your pretty arse with my cock later,” he said quietly, pinching her ass before letting his hand travel down the back of her thigh, the drag of nails against her skin deep enough that he’d most likely leave a mark.

“After we unpack,” she said, taking a deep stuttering breath when Klaus pushed the tip of his finger into her back entrance as he nibbled at her neck and stroked her clit, the sensations almost too much for her to handle. She heard him hum against her skin when she came, clearly pleased, pulling back to look at her and brushing a damp curl from her face with his nose to press a kiss to her temple.

“I like you here.”

“Well, that’s good since I’ll be here every night for the foreseeable future,” she teased, sliding her arms around his shoulders to rub a curl between her fingers, the other hand tracing the lines of the triangle inked on his back. “But as comfortable as our bed is, I still have a lot of closet-invading and counterspace-stealing to do.”

“It’s not invading or stealing if it’s yours,” he pointed out, letting her go reluctantly as she wriggled out from under him and slid out of bed, reaching for the jeans she’d managed to half pull on before Klaus had coaxed her out of them earlier that morning. She looked over her shoulder to see him eyeing her hungrily and grinned.

“How am I supposed to concentrate knowing that you’re wearing nothing under those?”

“Like you always do,” she said unsympathetically. “I have full faith in your ability to get up and walk the ten feet to the shower without jumping me.”

He huffed grumpily in a way that probably shouldn’t have been endearing. “Later, I promise,” she repeated. “Seriously though. Get in the shower now so I can send you on a coffee mission when you get out.”

“So bossy,” he murmured, sitting up and stretching. She found herself tempted to throw out her unpacking plans and crawl back into bed to run her tongue down his abs, but at this point she’d committed to her non-sex Sunday agenda and she was too stubborn to admit defeat.

“Is that a problem?” she asked with a raised eyebrow, adjusting her bra and reaching for her blouse.

“Hot in small doses, as you’d say,” he teased, pushing the covers off and running his hand through his hair. She drank him in shamelessly, smiling when he pressed a light kiss to her temple as he walked past her to their master bathroom, his hand lingering on the vine on her ribs for a moment too long, thumb brushing along one of the leaves.

She took a shaky breath, glancing at the door as it closed behind him. Her skin was still burning from his touch, her heart pounding in her chest. They’d been together for almost a year now, counting the time she’d spent in denial pretending they were friends with benefits, and he still made her pulse race on a daily basis, made her feel wanted and beautiful and powerful.

She’d spent way too much time at the beginning worrying that his feelings for her would fade and the only thing to linger would be physical chemistry. She’d been embarrassingly obvious and he’d noticed, but instead of brushing her insecurities off with pretty words, he’d reassured her with every affectionate touch and warm smile that he wanted a connection with her that was more than physical.

Honestly, she couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.

She traced the swallow on her wrist that she’d gotten the week of her eighteenth birthday absently as she considered his words from earlier.

I like the idea of leaving my mark on someone’s body with my art. You even more.

She wondered if she should be scared that she liked the idea too.

“What do you want to do next week?” Caroline asked, sinking down on the couch and pressing her cheek against his shoulder, glancing at his sketchpad. He inhaled her scent, the subtle floral shampoo that now clung to his pillows on nights when he wasn’t even dreaming. It had been two months since she’d moved in and he hadn’t yet been able to get out of the habit of pulling her closer in the mornings before she woke just to savor the feel of her against him. He wasn’t sure he’d ever shake away the constant wonder that she’d chosen to stay.

“Ooh, that’s pretty,” she said, shifting so that she could get a better look without impeding his drawing hand.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he said, twirling the pencil between his fingers before adding more shading to the dragon’s wing.

“For a client,” he said, frowning as he inspected his work. “I think it needs something else. Been redrawing it for a few hours now, but it never looks quite right.”

“Do you need a few minutes then? For your muse to visit, or whatever?”

“Don’t be silly, love. My muse happens to be sitting right beside me.”

“You are a cheeseball,” she said, kissing him lightly on the cheek. “But seriously. Next week?’

“For our anniversary? I have plenty of ideas for all the things I’ll do to you,” he said, giving her a wicked smirk and taking a bit too much satisfaction in the flush that crept up her cheeks.

“Klaus!”

He could tell that she wasn’t actually annoyed with him, her exasperation more fond than anything else, though from the way she was shifting against him he could tell that she had something she was holding back.

“Do you have any preferences?” he asked, studying her face for any hint of her feelings, and he recognized the tilt of her chin as her mentally prepping herself to say something she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to spit out.

“I was thinking we could go to the shop.”

“For a private romantic dinner?” he asked, already planning at least ten different things they could do with her stockroom table.

She swallowed. “Yours, actually.”

“Mine?” he asked, not quite daring to believe what she was implying.

“I want you to give me a tattoo,” she said. “If you want to.”

“What do you want?” he asked immediately, reaching for his sketchbook and eagerly flipping to a new page. “Anything specific?”

“I want something symbolic.”

“The flower?” he offered, only half-joking, already trying to remember the exact slant of its petals.

“No. I want...I mean, I wanted to do something about the second I realized that I actually had feelings-feelings for you as opposed to sex-only-feelings, but that moment didn’t really have any symbolic objects that I’d feel comfortable having on my body permanently.”

“When was it?” he asked, unable to restrain his curiosity.

She blushed, unable to meet his eyes. “It was the night when we had the fight before we got together.”

“When you walked out on me?” he asked, not particularly wanting to open old wounds but needing to clarify.

She winced. “It wasn’t my proudest moment, okay? It just kind of hit me all at once, you know? I was like, in hardcore denial, and you put your arms around me and told me to stay and...” she trailed off, tangling her fingers with his and giving him a small smile. “I wanted to, and I was worried that you were just like, being polite—“

She glared at him when he was unable to restrain a laugh, setting down his pencil. “Caroline, when have I ever been polite to anyone out of obligation?”

“Well I didn’t know that then,” she said grumpily. “I mean, I did, but again, denial.”

“Right.”

“What about you?”

“Hmm?”

“What was your moment?”

He didn’t even have to think about it, his lips curling into a smile as he told her how beautiful she’d looked bent over her terrarium diagram in the coffee shop. How he’d watched her hands as she shaded the sketch carefully, admired the way her teeth sank into her lower lip as she concentrated. “I knew I’d enjoyed talking to you,” he explained, smiling at Caroline’s raised eyebrow. “But that moment...I was curious about you. Your story, your hopes and goals. I wanted to get to know you. I couldn’t resist.”

“That’s so cute,” she said, grinning at the face he pulled at the word. “Sorry. You’re just much more romantic than me.”

“I’m not sure that’s true,” he said, tugging one of her curls between his fingers. “In any case, perhaps you don’t want a tattoo of the experimental flower Bonnie gave you, but there are other options. Chrysanthemums?”

She groaned. “My least favorite flowers that I refused to sell you so that you wouldn’t poison your sister’s boyfriend? I’d rather have the sex plant.”

“Do you still have the sketch?”

She frowned. “From the coffee shop?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah. I’m sure I still have it,” Caroline said, moving off the couch and walking to the section of the bookshelf where she kept all her original sketches for her terrarium and bouquet ideas. She pulled out the one labeled ‘succulents’ and flipped through it, sliding a piece of heavy paper out of a page protector and scanning it thoughtfully before handing it to him.

“This one?”

He nodded, taking it and running the tip of his finger along the outline. “I want this here, I think,” he said, gesturing to the left side of his ribcage. “And I’ll get it in color, but I can make it subtler for you if you like. Just the outline or shadow...”

“Matching tattoos?” she asked, her eyebrows raised.

“You said they were romantic,” he pointed out, and she nodded, leaning against his side and inspecting the sketch.

“I like it,” she said. “Even if it feels a little weird to have a tattoo of something I drew.”

“I can always sketch you something, sweetheart. Whatever you want.”

“I think I want the orchid,” she said after thinking it over for a few seconds. “But in a purple or a blue. The real-life pink was really loud.”

“That can be arranged,” he murmured, already sketching the outline. “Where do you want it?”

“Same place as yours.”

“Doing it over bones is the most painful area,” he warned slowly, glancing at her, and she smiled, pecking him on the lips.

“It’ll heal, and I totally look forward to your inevitable weird obsession with licking it.”

“Is that another thing you’ll only tolerate in small doses?”

“No. Tattoo-licking is highly encouraged,” she said, her tone and expression so serious that if he hadn’t known her well he would have missed that she was trying desperately not to laugh.

“Noted, sweetheart.”

“Good,” she said, curling with her feet underneath her to peek over his shoulder at the orchid he was carefully outlining. “I love you, you know. A lot.”

“And I, you,” he said quietly

He didn’t need to look at her to know she was giving him the bright smile that she seemed to reserve for moments like this, when they were close and comfortable. He could see it in his mind’s eye, could have easily sketched it from memory.

He couldn’t resist looking anyway.

[baelllamyblake]

Alive and Well. ( Bellamy Blake x Reader )

Request : 1 -Reader suppose to be on the Ring but she was with Clarke and they didn't make it to ship on time but they both survived. And Reader and Bellamy were couple so she's the one talking to him on the radio everyday. And he was completly broken after that and when they got back he's shocked and they share very emotional reunion (as they both changed very much). And she almost attacked them scared that they're people from this prisoner ship. Thanks! -ANON

2 - Hey there! Just another cute request with Bellamy Blake coming back on earth 7 years after praimfaya when the reader had to stay on earth (he thought she was dead with Clarke) Small detail: one day before goint back to the ark, the reader gave birth to their daughter and see her again 7 years after, when Bellamy had to raise her alone in the ark. NOTHA REQUEST WHICH ACTUALLY GOES WITH THE PREVIOUS ONE: could I please with sugar on top get an imagine when bellamy is raising his daughter alone on the ark with the reader being on earth (supposely dead) Like cute moments daughter/father, the skaikru team being protective and playing with the daughter 😎 Have a nice sundayyyy - @enoraturner

Pairing : Bellamy x FEM Reader

Word Count : 2,753

Warnings : like three curse words lol 

A/N : okay so lets just imagine that D/F/N was a ripped metal ass baby that can survive the vacuum of space bc going to space a day after ur born is kinda unrealistic LMAO the ending might be a little lackluster sorry!! just wanted to get this out there ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ also thank you so much for requesting!! please request some more !! i love writing for Bellamy !! im really scared on how this will do pls help me out here

D/F/N, D/M/N = daughter’s first name/middle name

FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED SO PLEASE FCK ME UP WIT IT<3

“ Here we go again. “ You huffed out quietly, a radio in one hand and a wrinkled map in the other. A stray breeze flowed gracefully through your hair and along the branches of nearby trees. You gazed longingly at the black CB radio in your palm, hoping a familiar voice would just speak out of nowhere. It nearly brought you to tears just imagining the thought of someone responding after six lonely years.

“ Bellamy, if you can hear me, you’re alive. It’s been 2,199 days since Praimfaya. I don’t know why I still do this every day. Maybe it’s my way of staying sane here with Clarke. Not forgetting who I am, who I was. It’s been safe for you to come down for over a year now. Why haven’t you? I miss you. “

“ D/F/N D/M/N Blake! Come out, come out, wherever you are! “ Bellamy playfully yelled out, his voice echoing throughout the metal halls of the Ark. His feet quickly tip toed along the corridors while his eyes briefly scanned each and every room in search of his little daughter. Just before leaving after peeking in the last bedroom of Hall C, a high giggle could be heard from under the floorboards.

“ Hm, if I was a seven year old, where would I hide? “ Bellamy questioned curiously out loud, attempting to lure D/F/N out of her hiding spot. The tiny child kept her fingers planted on her lips, refraining from making a peep of noise. Her father slowly kneeled down on the floor, silently lifting up a tile and revealing the surprised face of a little girl. “ I found you! Now, come on out, sweetheart. Monty’s making us try foods again. “

“ Ewww, do we have too? “ D/F/N groaned out, her nose crinkling in disgust as she crawled out of the tiny floorspace. Bellamy hummed out in affirmation, a small sigh following suit. During the six years in space, Monty has been experimenting to find sources of nutrients to sustain eight people, even if they tasted like bitter posion. “ Last one there has to drink two! “

“ Hey! No fair! “ Bellamy barked out, running after his daughter who already disappeared around the corner like a ghost. He groaned out as a hand ran through his ruffled hair, knowing full well he would never catch up to D/F/N. She was too smart for her own good, an obvious trait she inherited from her wonderful mother, and she never stopped asking about going back to Earth.

Bellamy saw so much of you in D/F/N: the H/C hair, the E/C eyes, the ability to think in such creative and unusual ways. She was practically a carbon copy of everything he missed so dearly. Bellamy would look down on the world from the Ark, watching it simmer in radiation and never letting himself forget how he didn’t try hard enough to get you to come along. As D/F/N grew, Bellamy became somewhat accustomed with your absence, it was like you left her as a souvenir for him!

“ Bottoms up, King. You got two to drink this time. “ Murphy teased, his chin planted in his palm as a smug grin curled on his lips. The rest cheered loudly as Bellamy took the seat next to D/F/N on the bench, eyeing the nutrients warily while his stomach did ten flips.

“ Chug! Chug! Chug! “ Skaikru chanted over and over, their fists pounding sonorously on the metal table, even D/F/N joined in! That little rat! Bellamy groaned out defeated, his hand lifted the bowl to his lips and his throat choked down both bowls of the sharp tasting sludge. Laughter and claps broke out when Bellamy slammed the bowl down on the table, sloppily wiping the residue from off his mouth.

“ Your turn, dear. “ Bellamy spoke deviously, nudging D/F/N and almost nearly gagging right after. It never got any easier to drink that sludge, ask anyone in the Ark. D/F/N sighed out, silently preparing herself as she pinched her nose and downed the nutrients without fail. Raven and Echo clapped happily, showering her with accolades for being such a big girl as Murphy gave her an eager fistbump. Monty slapped his hand with a smile on his face and D/F/N did just the same, taking Bellamy by surprise. When did he teach D/F/N him and Jasper’s signature quirk? “ Okay, that was pretty good, I won’t lie. “

“ You’re just mad because you had to drink two, dad. “ D/F/N boasted confidently, her nose stuck up and her arms crossed firmly over her chest. Bellamy’s right eyebrow cocked slightly at her, the rest pointing and laughing at him. The mischievous smile on Bellamy’s face hinted that karma was about to bite D/F/N in the ass.

“ Well, joke’s on you, sweetheart. You earned yourself an extra hour of studying. “ Bellamy stared bluntly, the jeering instantly shifted into boos as D/F/N pouted childishly. The resent showed plainly on her face as she stomped to the makeshift library down Hall D.

“ You make a great dad, you know that? Y/N would be insanely proud of you, really! “ Raven commended him, the others quickly agreeing as well. Bellamy smiled sheepishly in response, relived that he wasn’t doing such a bad job of being a father figure to his daughter. “ We’re all really proud of you too, Bell. Keep up the good work! “

“ I really appreciate all your guy’s help. I wouldn’t have been able to this on my own. “ Bellamy humbly thanked Skaikru, a small smile remaining on his tanned face. Everyone sat in a comfortable silence, looking back on what’s happened during the six years in space as well as the years down on Earth. Everyone missed you yet no one mentioned it, especially Bellamy. You always had a way of breaking the silence and distracting people in a way where they totally forgot that the world was a complete shithole. “ What do you guys think about returning to Earth? I think it’s about time. “

“ Can you please help me? “ D/F/N peeped out, a small book in her hand as her finger pointed out the name Hecuba. Bellamy put down the Iliad beside him to get a better look. “ What does that say? “

“ Hecuba. Say it for me? He-Cu-Ba? “ Bellamy enunciated the name of the woman whose cry of grief moved the Greek Gods in the heavens above, looking to his daughter after. D/F/N attempted to repeat the name but didn’t really succeed. It’s the thought that counts!

“ Hey, D/F/N. Want to do something not boring? “ Raven peeked in the crack of the doorway, moving the tendril of hair behind her ear. D/F/N gasped in response, her mood instantly lifting and her eyes sparkling as she dashed out the door with Raven. Bellamy sighed out, she was supposed to study! He roamed over to the bedroom window, a perfect view of the scorched Earth beneath him. A half full bottle of alcohol sat on the windowsill, Bellamy’s thoughts pondering if they should really go back.

He left you behind and he couldn’t seem to stop beating himself up for it. Bellamy brushed his hand over his beard out of sheer stress, what if you and Clarke were dead this whole time? The trip back would be all for naught and there was definitely no way of getting back. The rest of the group were also uneasy about the proposal of risking everything if there was just going to be another Praimfaya and no second option of surviving it. Bellamy and them decided to let the thought marinate a little before collectively making a final desicion.

Bellamy contemplated finishing off the rest of the blue potion, in hopes that everything would be okay and that you were still kicking it. He took it into his hand before shaking the thought off and setting it back on the window sill, he has better things to do. Bellamy forced himself up off the desk chair to find D/F/N and Raven somewhere in the Ark.

“ Oh my god, Raven! You are not taking her on a space walk! Are you fucking crazy! “ Bellamy scolded her as she froze in the middle of zipping up a child sized space suit for D/F/N. He nearly lost his shit at the scenario of D/F/N floating off into space like some thriller movie. Echo, Monty, and Murphy sat silently in guilt, they thought it would’ve been cool! How could not try it? “ When did you even make that! “

“ Echo and I totally did not sew this suit for D/F/N a few months ago and we totally have not been planning this space walk for a few months now. “ Raven lied through her teeth, her head hung low in shame. Anger rose in Bellamy’s chest, so much for thanking them for their help! They were going to kill his one and only!

“ And you guys just let this happen? “ Bellamy questioned Monty and Murphy, putting them on the spot just before berating them for being in on the scheme. He looked to D/F/N with furrowed eyebrows and kneeling before her, his hands planted on the sides of her tiny biceps. “ You should’ve told me, sweetheart. This is dangerous! You could die out there! “

“ I’m sorry.. If we were on Earth, stuff like this wouldn’t happen! I want to see my mom already! “ D/F/N murmured out an apology with a sniffle before bursting into tears and running out of the airlock room. Bellamy sighed out, if you were here, he wouldn’t have been dealing with this problem. Bellamy rose from his place on the cold floor and sent one last death look to everyone before retreating to find D/F/N.

“ D/F/N? Where are you? I’m sorry for yelling, sweetheart. I just didn’t want you to get hurt! “ Bellamy yelled down each hallway, his head peeking in every other before moving into the common room. He stopped dead in his tracks like a deer in the headlights. D/F/N stood frozen in utter fear as a rifle barrel was pointed just between her eyes.

“ Come with us or she dies. “ One of the strangers spoke up as the other retrieved D/F/N who let out a high yelp as the woman dragged her roughly down Hall B by the bicep. She tried so hard to rebel against the outsider by screaming and thrashing violently but the effort was rendered futile. They both disappeared around a corner but D/F/N could still be heard crying and shrieking out for her father. Bellamy’s raised hands gripped into tight fists out of fury. Where were they taking her?

“ Who are you? “ Bellamy barked loudly, his jaw clenching tightly as the rest of Skaikru joined behind him, their hands slowly rising to the ceiling. His instincts told him to attack while the end of an assault rifle forced him to seethe in rage.

“ We’re here to take you back to Earth. “

“ The bunker’s gone silent, too. We tried digging them out for a while, but there was too much rubble. I haven’t made contact with them, either. Anyway, I still have hope that I’ll get to see you. Tell Raven to aim for the one spot of green, and you’ll find me. The rest of the planet, from what I’ve seen, basically sucks, so- “ You spoke into the radio, eyes gazing at the dirt and leaves under your boots. A distant boom ripped your attention from the ground to the high clouds above.

A small, almost microscopic in the sea of blue zoomed across the sky, the sound of its rockets could be heard from a mile away. You rose to your feet, your chest rising with all kind of emotions like you were going to burst into a million pieces. Bellamy felt the same way, the possibility of seeing you again and showing you the product of his teachings made him want to scream out in joy for no reason at all. D/F/N tightened her clutch on Bellamy’s jacket, her nose sniffling as leftover tears stained her cheeks. He wrapped his arms around her thin body, his lips pressed against the top of her head in hopes to reassure D/F/N that everything would be fine. Bellamy couldn’t wait to tell you everything that happened up in space, holy shit.

“ Nevermind, I see you. “ You uttered, tears running down your cheeks as you rushed to wake Clarke up. You shook her awake, a giant smile plastered on your face. Clarke grumbled incoherently, her fingers rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. “ They’re here! I think they heard us, Clarke. “

Clarke instantly shot up from her resting spot, following suit behind you as you dashed to get a better look at the ship. It was strange as the ship inched closer and closer to the ground, it was a lot larger than you remembered. Bellamy was unsure of how close they were to landing, they were locked on the bottom of a floating prison transport ship while the fugitives piloted the vehicle on the top floor.

“ You said it was a small ship, right? “ You asked, slight fear consuming your chest cavity. Clarke confirmed with a silent nod as you looked down the sight of your nearby assault rifle. “ Oh God, get down and get the rover out. Load all of the guns too. “

Clarke hastily followed your orders and retreated into the driver’s seat of the jeep, backing it up behind the treeline. What the fuck is going on? You cocked the handle of your rifle and slowly made your way to the landing site of the prison transport.

The ship was dauntingly gigantic, much larger than the drop ship but smaller than Arkadia. You’ve never seen this kind of ship before, it looked much more advanced than any technology you’ve seen on the Ark before. You’ve never seen the corporation name either. Who was running the Eligius Corporation ship?

Your train of thought was quick to be derail when the sound of latches and locks started moving out of place, indicating that the entrance will be revealed and you were going to kill whoever came out on sight. The gun was pressed firmly to your shoulder, your finger itching to press the trigger.

You already knew who it was as soon as you saw the top of their head. The tears were already falling and all your muscles immediately untensed in complete and utter relief. Bellamy was alive and D/F/N was absolutely gorgeous. You dropped the gun on the grass, your heart raced at a hundred miles per hour, excited to hug the love of your life.

It was like all the oxygen in Bellamy’s lungs left as soon as his eyes adjusted to the light and eventually focused on you. Skaikru stood in blatant shock, you were alive and well after everyone thought you weren’t. You beat the impossible odds and here you were in your full glory, face to face with Bellamy after an eternity spent apart.

No words were spoken, just a long awaited hug to confirm that you both were real and it wasn’t just a simple dream. D/F/N hid behind Echo’s leg, her large eyes trained directly on you. You took in all of Bellamy: his hair, his clothes, his smell. Before opening your eyes and realizing that your seven year old daughter was watching you. You pulled away from Bellamy, acknowledging D/F/N was here on Earth with you. She rapidly averted her gaze and shrank even more behind her leg. Echo looked to D/F/N and patted her head comfortingly, letting her know that everything was completely okay.

You knelt on the ground and held out a hand to her, eyebrows furrowed in nervousness. What if your daughter rejects you? You wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. D/F/N peeked her eyes out to look at Bellamy who nodded for her to come out of her hiding spot. She steadily shuffled her way to you, uneasiness showing as plain as day on her face.

“ It’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve been waiting a really, really long time for this, D/F/N. I’m Y/N, your mother. “

[avesagittarius]

lost mal-evolence // 6

WORD COUNT // 1666

a/n ! IM EXTREMELY SORRY FOR THE DELAY I HAD MIDTERMS AND SHIT HAPPENED, im in vacation for the next two weeks SO ILL TRY TO POST MOREEEE forgive me pls :((((

summary ! The youngest of the Maximoff siblings had lived through heartbreak twice now. First her parent’s death and then her older sibling’s abandonment. She did not know what she had done wrong, only that she searched for them for 3 years before HYDRA recruited her. She joined them when she learnt Pietro and Wanda had came here after leaving her. Now 6 years after their departure, she was in the process of becoming HYDRA’s best asset ever. 

part one    part dos      part tres      part quatro      part cinco

It was time.

When Bucky’s alarm went off, he knew today was the day he had been waiting for quite some time now.

His face was serious, as usual. And he got up, almost mechanically, went to his bathroom and splashed his face with cold water. James Buchanan Barnes wasn’t really someone to feel nervous, he was either feeling angry, guilty or some sense of happiness he didn’t really want to acknowledge.

He didn’t like being vulnerable, but he knew and couldn’t ignore the fact that he was nervous about this particular mission.

Never in his life would he have thought that he would be going back to the Siberian Compound willingly.

But here he was, staring at his dripping reflection in the mirror. Overthinking the situation and how it could go wrong for the girl.

Turning the water off he dried his face with a random towel and got dressed in a haste before jogging down to the kitchen, where the others were already debriefing the mission. For what seemed like the millionth time in three days.

He took a bite into an apple and listened as Steve reminded each team member that the main goal was to get the youngest Maximoff out. That in no possible and reasonable way they would take out Hydra’s Russian team today.

Without even looking at his best friend he knew he was staring right at him. He nodded and remained calm.

Steve couldn’t help but feel concerned for the man in front of him. He knew as soon as he would be back on Russian soil Bucky would be tense. It would be even worse being in the place that got him to forget about everything at first.

If he could have prevented him from going onto this mission with them, he would have. But the Super soldier knew better than to try and reason with his best friend.

So, he would just have to remind him constantly to be careful. Because he didn’t want to lose him.

Not again.

This morning was a quiet one.

The Avengers didn’t really know what they would be walking into. It stressed Tony out, and his rambling didn’t help anyone else.

They all got into the same quinjet and took off for Russia, heavily armed with their favorite weapons. Still, they hoped they wouldn’t have the opportunity to use them, and even most of them knew that was probably inevitable. Bruce was internally praying so he wouldn’t have to turn into the big green meanie.

  Fatigue.

That’s all Mal could feel. Her tired limbs strained as she pushed herself to her limits and ran faster if it was possible.

She could feel the coldness of the snow underneath her feet. But she also felt the deep cut under her right foot, it was pulling on her skin as her body was desperately trying to regenerate the flesh.

Her heightened senses made everything so much more exhilarating. The adrenaline and electricity flowing through her veins weren’t helping as she kept trying to calm herself down.

She could smell the scent of the pines, the cold and pure air filling her lungs as she felt like she was on fire.

The deep contrast between the temperature of her body and the soil’s made it almost impossible for her not to lie down right there and enjoy the freezing snow.

But she knew she couldn’t. And that last bit of will she had, she held onto.

That’s all she had left now. If she didn’t listen to reason now that there was no one to save her, how would she survive?

She could see the bright colors of the nature. You would think that after spending so much time indoors and not seeing the outside world would make you afraid of it. But Mal wasn’t your ordinary girl and those colors she memorized.

She felt like any moment now, this could all disappear. In a matter of seconds, she would be back on that chair, still being cut into.

That thought only made her push harder, she knew she couldn’t last long at full speed even with the amount of training she had had.

So, she put all her efforts of being as far as possible from the compound for now. She didn’t know what she would do then but she hadn’t prepared a whole plan before sprinting her way out of that atrocious building.

The teen could hear the wind hissing at her ears, and the shouts coming from a distance now.

She knew she had set chaos and Hydra’s people were probably too distracted and disoriented to actively search for her, or do it in an efficient manner.

If her statistics were right it was only a matter of 30 minutes before they started raiding the surrounding areas.

But suddenly her body came to a halt.

She could see her heavy breaths in the air as she tried to regain a normal breathing. With al this blood rushing to her head, Mal couldn’t think properly.

Although she didn’t remember much from her life pre-experiment, she remembered a movie she had seen with her siblings.

She remembered how stupid she thought the girl running from the killer was, she kept making the wrong choices, and it had gotten her killed in the end.

In that moment, Mal opened her eyes and looked to the white, clouded sky. It blinded her, the sudden brightness not leaving enough time for her eyes to adjust. And she decided she wasn’t about to be the stupid dead girl in the horror movie.

She stopped running and instead took it upon herself to climb the strong tree in front of her.

As a matter of fact, she knew if she had continued to run for at least ten minutes more, she would have passed out.

And again, the young girl would have woken up in the compound she had spent the last three years living in.

Now that wasn’t something she wanted to include in her last-minute plan.

  An hour after she had finally climbed that tree, Mal finally arrived in the small town she had seen from afar.

Unfortunately, she knew she couldn’t stay here long. She knew Hydra’s dogs would be after her, and would be tearing up entire villages and families to get to her.

She felt sorry for what she was about to impose on people. But she had only two choices right now, either she could surrender and be taken back to her cell or she could run away now and be free. She chose the latter.

Even if that meant she had to be on the run her whole life.

She sighed as she entered a small shop. Her wild eyes weren’t accustomed to seeing that much people, she was scared but wasn’t showing it.

As soon as she set foot through the doors, she knew she only had a few minutes before people started to notice her and ask questions about her appearance.

Why didn’t she have shoes on? Why was she dressed so lightly? Why did she seem all bloody and dirty?

So, making herself as small as possible, even if her 5’4 frame wasn’t the most noticeable one, she rushed to the corner of the place where the clothes were stored.

She took some cargo pants, a black t-shirt and a camouflage vest before going into the fitting room and putting the clothing on. Checking the shoes section, she chose a random pair of combat boots in her size and quickly put them on.

By now, she knew the owner of the store had probably noticed her presence. She didn’t really know what to do.

Mal had checked the clothes for any antitheft system and was glad when she couldn’t find any. All she had to do now was walk out those doors without anyone stopping her.

She looked with envy at the various types of foods presented to her in the alleys of the store.

But any hope of eating was crushed when she saw her opportunity to flee. The cashier took his break and went to the back of the store, the time for the substitute to come and replace him left her enough time to walk out the doors.

And then she ran, again.

She shoved someone on her way out but didn’t stop, only looking back to yell an apology “Извините!”

She heard the person curse back loudly at her and people stopped in the street to help the man stand up.

The teenager knew the clock was ticking, she had taken too much time at the store, now she had to run to the train station. Not paying attention to the people around her, she ran and got in the train as it was leaving the station.

The controller yelled at the young girl in Russian and she only opened the door while giving him the middle finger.

She was tired of people trying to make her obey and comply to their every demand.

As she was in the last wagon, she didn’t bother apologizing to the people who were already there since most of them were sleeping homeless.

But now that she thought about it, she had no home either.

She struggled as she tried to open the window by her seat. She put as much force as she could and finally it slided a little and the fresh air made her hair fly in every direction.

Honestly, she didn’t really care about her hair, or the way she looked right now really.

She probably looked worse than those homeless people on the train with her. But she felt more alive than ever.

Sure, she had no home, no family, no money. But she had one thing.

One thing people wouldn’t ever take away from her.

She wouldn’t let it happen ever again, she promised herself.

And that was, her freedom.

Yes, she was free now.

But was she safe ?

part 7

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famous!dean flashfic

Not like there aren’t other things I’m supposed to be working on right now, but this popped into my head and wouldn’t leave till I wrote it. Total flashfic, unedited, and I have no idea if I’m continuing it or not. Although I kinda want to see how Cas is doing with all this....

ETA posted in its entirety on AO3

Dozens of overlapping voices shouted at Dean, each one asking a variation on the same question. Camera flashes left stark afterimages in his vision against the oncoming dusk, but he just kept quiet, smiling affably and waiting until the horde of reporters calmed down enough to let him answer. He may have been caught unaware by Charlie's phone call at 3AM letting him know that someone had leaked pictures of Benny and him and that the internet was already on full alert, he may have spent the day in closed door strategy meetings with the studio and distributors for his coming film that had him gritting his teeth as his private life was discussed in terms of profit margins and marketability, he may have spent two miserable hours being coached on how to present his 'new' self to the media, but he'd be damned if he let the vultures set the pace here.

Finally, they realized he wasn't going to give them anything if they kept at it, and the noise level died to a dull roar. Looking over the choices, he nodded at Becky Rosen. Annoyingly peppy and somewhat bizarrely obsessed with Sam, she still was usually in Dean's corner and could be counted on to lean toward the underdog in any given story.

"Are you gay, Dean?" she asked, pen poised over her notepad.

He chuckled easily (no need to give away that he'd been visualizing this exact moment for most of the day, planning the best way to play it). "Oh, is that why we're all here? I thought I'd won something."

Eyerolls, shrugs, grins, a couple of laughs. Not bad. Behind the crowd of reporters, he could see Sam and Charlie, all supportive smiles and thumbs up. He took a deep breath. That was all he needed. He'd made himself a promise after that first disastrous year in Hollywood -- he'd walk away from it all in a heartbeat if it meant betraying himself or losing Sammy's respect. Somehow, Charlie had wormed her way into that equation as well. He smiled at them.

"I'm not gay." The shouting started again and he held his hands up. As soon as the volume dropped a couple decibels, he continued. "I'm bisexual."

There was a smattering of cheers, some groans; he could swear he saw money being exchanged.

"What was the bet?" he asked. "That I was straight, or that I was gay?"

"Yes!"

"Well, you were all wrong. Next question."

"Are you dating Benny Lafitte?"

His laugh was genuine for that one. "Have any of you actually looked at the picture? I mean, I know I've aged well, but that was from ten years ago." Too many of them looked disgruntled at not being able to write about Benny cheating on Andrea. They probably would anyway; Dean had to literally bite his tongue to not bark at them. "Next?"

"Why were you hiding your sexuality? Are you ashamed?"

"Nope. Just like my privacy. Don't tend to put anyway I date front and center in front of you guys."

"Who's Castiel Novak?"

Dean froze, automatically pulling up his media smile. He could not have possibly heard what he thought he'd just heard. He cleared his throat, trying to loosen the sudden weight in his chest. "I'm not going to answer that right now."

"When will you talk about him, Dean?"

"Wasn't he your first love?"

"Who dumped who?"

The questions came loud and fast. He blinked at the sudden uptick of camera flash. "I'm not ... " This was wrong. The questions were supposed to be about him, or him and Benny, not about ... He couldn't make out the questions anymore, everything coalesced into whirling white noise inside his head. Then Charlie was standing next to him, surreptitiously squeezing his hand as she graced the reporters with a big, open, slightly regretful smile.

"Sorry, folks, but we've got to get Dean moving along. Keep an eye on his Twitter and Facebook over the next few days for more info. In the meantime, I'm sure you all have enough to run with."

Sam's hand closed around Dean's arm, tugging gently. With one last plastic smile, Dean let himself be led back into the hotel lobby, as Charlie struggled to be heard over the crowd. "Just try to be respectful of everyone involved, okay?"

She joined Dean and Sam just as the elevator doors opened and they stepped in, away from the the hotel staff pointedly not watching. Dean leaned against the back wall and let his head fall back with a thunk. Charlie exchanged a look with Sam.

"Well, that could have gone better," she said.

"You think?" Dean growled. "How the fuck did they find out about Cas, Charlie?"

"Dean, it's not her fault."

"This isn't 1984, Dean. I can't just make something not have happened because you say so."

"Yeah, I get that. But the story broke less than 24 hours ago. How did they dig that up? It was ... years ago."

"I don't know, Dean. Someone talked to someone who knew you two, they went back to Lawrence, they found an old yearbook. If someone's looking, the trail's a mile wide. Honestly, I'm actually kinda surprised it hasn't happened before now."

The doors opened and they headed down the hall to Dean's suite. Charlie and Sam winced as Dean headed straight to the minibar. He settled on the couch with three small bottles of liquor and was draining the first one by the time Sam sat down next to him.

"But, speaking of Cas ... "

"We're not."

"Dean," Charlie perched on the arm of the couch. "Maybe you're not, but they are. They know his name, it won't take long to figure out where he lives if they don't already know. They'll be asking him questions, and ...."

"Let him say whatever he wants."

"He could say some pretty damning stuff, Dean."

"Nothin' that's not true," Dean muttered. "I deserve whatever he throws at me." He tossed the empty bottle and started on the next one.

"Okay, but still, maybe you should give him a heads up that he's about to be national news?" Charlie offered quietly.

"Call 'im if you want." Dean pushed up from the couch and headed to his bedroom, detouring to grab as many bottles from the bar as he could carry. "And get this restocked, would you?"

"Nope."

He tried to glare at Sam, but couldn't. The kid was only looking out for him. He'd lived through the fallout of the whole Cas debacle in real time. Dean sighed. "All right, Sammy. But just, just give me tonight okay?"

"You made a mistake, Dean. You were a kid."

"I was 19, Sam. And it was a whole mess of mistakes. And Cas was the one who got hurt." The memory of stunned blue eyes, the brief moment of confusion before realization and hurt set in, where time was suspended just long enough for Dean to wish desperately that he could go back and relive those months away from Cas, be a better man. But he couldn't and he wasn't.

Sam eyed the bottles in Dean's hands. "I think both of you got plenty hurt."

"Yeah, whatever, Dr. Phil." Dean closed the bedroom door firmly behind him. He lined the bottles up on the nightstand, threw himself onto the bed, and proceeded to try to forget.

[ETA: now continued here]

[roman-reigns-princess]

Sugar and Spice (Roman Reigns): Chapter 1

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Summary: Aasha and Leati lives are intertwined; it began with a simple contract six years ago that led to love and romance. Although they now live together, they lead busy lives that ten to keep them apart for weeks on end.They finally get a week to themselves in one of their favourite cities, Rome, Italy. Aasha has a couple surprises prepared for Leati, but little does she know, he has a couple of huge surprises for her as well.

Warnings (for the fic over all, not specifically this chapter): cis-female OC, 18+, definitely smutty, daddy kink, schoolgirl kink(?), anal play, choking, age difference,  unprotected sex (wrap it up yall), maybe a lil bit of a breeding kink (dont @ me), possibly semi-public sex, idk if this needs a warning but I use his first name in this fic just cause i really love it?

Aasha (OFC) Face Claim: Alia Bhatt (but like thiccer, and w longer hair)

Word Count: 2813

A/N: I wanna thank @reignwithflair​ and @macfizzle​ for helpin me out w this fic, and giving me some bomb ass ideas. Legit had this fic in my drafts since like June, but thanks to them i finally got it started properly. I originally wanted it to be more focused on their sugar relationship, but i added too much romance so like idk what to even call this fic anymore im sorry yall

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Tucking her phone and room key into her purse, Aasha made her way to the elevator to go down to the bar in the hotel. Leati's flight wouldn't land for at least another half hour, meaning he'd probably get to the hotel in an hour.

She had arrived earlier in the day, and spent most of it preparing a surprise for him, going through the internet, and asking friends who had experience; she figured she'd treat herself a little before he got here.

She'd known for a while now that Leati had a thing for the whole school girl outfit, and Aasha had  been getting more and more curious about trying anal, though she hadn't said anything about it to Leati.

Over the past month or so she had been working her way up from the smallest anal plug, looking up how to do enemas properly, and talking to experienced friends. She'd also been putting together the perfect outfit for him, choosing each article of clothing separately to fit the idea she had in mind.

However, both their schedules had been too busy and they'd barely seen each other for the past 3 weeks. They were finally getting a whole week to themselves, and Leati suggested that they spend it in Rome at the renowned Westin Excelsior.

The Westin Excelsior was a stunning hotel that stood right in the middle of Rome; the architecture reminiscent of Ancient Roman palaces. The building itself was six stories tall, with a dome on top of one corner. Leati had, as usual, booked the biggest, most luxurious suite; the Villa La Cupola took up a good portion of the fifth and sixth floor of the hotel, including the dome.

Aasha's eyes nearly popped out of her head when she first walked into their villa. The living room was huge, decorated with a beautiful fresco; the velvety red curtains hanging from the floor to ceiling windows were drawn, allowing the sun to brighten up the room and warm up the marble floors.

It had its own kitchen, dining room, studio, and even a private gym, but her favourite feature was the Roman bath style Jacuzzi on the sixth floor that led to a terrace over looking the city, with St. Peter's Basilica in the distance.

The bedroom was another work of art; the floors covered with a beige and brown carpet that had red and peach designs curling across, matching the furniture, and heavy curtains.

There was a king sized bed pushed back against the wall, positioned so that the sun lit up the pristine white sheets; it was high enough that she needed to hop up onto it. The four posts around the bed were painted a bright gold that was offset by the gold patterned red drapes hanging off of them.

The rest of the hotel was just as beautiful, with its marble flooring, and artwork. She wandered around a little, admiring the beautiful paintings, and statues that decorated the different hallways before asking one of the staff to point her in the direction of the bar.

The bar was fairly empty, with only a small group of people occupying a corner of the room. Aasha hopped up onto one of the leather clad bar stools and ordered a cherry martini from the bartender. She thanked the bartender and gave him the room number to open a tab.

As she sat at the bar enjoying her drink, her mind began to wander back a few years to when she was in a similar place, waiting to meet Leati for the first time.

Aasha sat at the table of a fancy restaurant, her delicate fingers running up and down the stem of her glass as she waited for him. She had never been this nervous before, especially since she'd never done anything like this before either.

She was barely into her first year of college, and she was switching her major to photography, something her parents were not willing to financially support. Aasha didn't want to take student loans, but fortunately, her friend had told her about the arrangement she had with her sugar daddy, and Aasha had decided to give it a shot.

She had made it explicitly clear that she wasn't willing to do anything sexual for money; coming from a religious, Indian family, she had done barely anything more than kissing. She didn't really care about waiting till marriage to have sex, but she wasn't comfortable with the idea of having her first time be with some random guy who payed her for it.

It came as quite a surprise to her when Leati contacted her. She'd expected him to be less attractive, and much older than he was; granted he was about 10 years older than her, but he was only in his late 20s.

He had given her basic information about himself, and what he would want out of an arrangement, and they had agreed to meet face to face before finalizing anything. He was one of the founders of a major security company that often provided bodyguards to the highest ranking people, and he simply wanted someone to attend work functions with him without the hassle or drama of courting someone.

She was so lost in her thoughts that when a large hand gently gripped her shoulder she jumped, nearly knocking her virgin strawberry daiquiri over in the process; she looked up at the owner to find Leati Anoa'i looking down at her.

"Hi, you must be Aasha, I'm Leati," he said, flashing her a smile.

Her lips parted a little as her eyes drank him in, he was even more beautiful in real life, and certainly more intimidating if he wasn't smiling. He wore a grey suit with a red tie, his hair was slicked back into a bun, and he was clean shaven except for his mustache and goatee.

She blinked a couple times before realizing she was staring at him, she hurriedly stood up and held out her hand, a blush spread across her face as it finally occurred to her that she had no idea what she was supposed to do.

"I-um, yeah-it's good to meet you," she stuttered, biting the inside of her cheek for that. Her face turned redder as he chuckled and gently wrapped his hand around her fingers and pressed a light kiss on her knuckles.

"Pleasure's all mine, babygirl," he replied, letting go of her hand so they could both take a seat. "So, what would you like to eat?"

They spent the rest of the evening talking, and getting to know each other. He was one of three of the major owners of the company, he lived in Tampa about 45 minutes away from her, and he traveled a lot. By the end of the night, Aasha was relaxed, and comfortable enough around him to explain what she wanted, and what she was willing to do.

They didn't have any clashing needs, and he was more than happy to tell her that he'd draw up an agreement as soon as possible for the both of them to sign. He didn't seem to care that she wanted to keep their relationship platonic, but he did say once that if she wanted to go further he wouldn't be opposed to it.

Setting down her empty glass, she left a generous tip for the bartender, and slowly began to make her way back up to the room.

Over time her and Leati's relationship had evolved. They had become good friends, and she stuck with him through two attempted hostile takeovers by his partners even when he tried telling her he didn't want her caught up in that. He started bringing her to family gatherings, stating that he wanted his mother to stop bugging him about settling down. She got to know his family, his twin cousins who became his new partners, and even became close friends with his sister-in-laws, Trinity and Kecia.

As they spent more time together, she started to develop feelings for Leati, but her fear of rejection kept her silent, until one day she got a little too tipsy at an event and ended up confessing to him in the car.

Leati had a firm grip on Aasha's waist as they made their way down the steps of the hotel; he was glowering from the incident moments ago, one hand clenched into a fist at his side. Aasha couldn't help the shiver of fear that ran through her when she looked up at him, the only other time she'd seen him this angry was when Colby tried to wrest the company from Leati.

She'd known that this conference was a bad idea, she tried telling Leati that the McMahons would probably send Lopez as their representative to hopefully throw him off or simply to sew discord, but Leati's stubborn Italian pride wouldn't let him back down from this. To his credit, he managed to keep a lid on his emotions for most of the conference, that is until the farewell dinner.

Leati had left her alone momentarily to go to the restroom, which gave Colby the opportunity to slink up to her with that typical half smirk etched into his face. She gave him a polite smile and took a large sip of her champagne, not wanting to stir up any shit when they were so close to leaving.

"It's been too long, Aasha, you're looking good," she cringed as Colby's eyes took their time looking her over. "We never talk anymore, not even a Happy New Year text?"

"That's your own fault, Lopez," she glared at him, she wanted to get up and leave but there were people standing around the table, blocking her off; the only exit was past the man leering at her. "No one forced you to stab us-him in the back."

"Us? Did you guys finally hook up? Or is it still purely platonic?" he scoffed, not even bothering to acknowledge everything else she'd said.

"N-no, we're just good friends, something you obviously know nothing about," she bit back, taking another gulp of her drink.

"So you're not off the market? Cause I assure you, I can be a very good friend," Colby's smirk widened into a malicious smile as he leaned in, a hand coming to rest on her bare knee. She recoiled with disgust, ready to throw her drink in his face when she felt a  larger hand grab her arm, pulling her up and away from him.

She looked up to see Leati glaring at his former partner; Colby had the good sense to look somewhat scared as he stood up and subtly tried to back away. For each step he took back, the large Samoan took two forward.

"Hey, hey, listen, he's not worth it, let's just leave," Aasha pleaded, tugging at his arm. She tried not to shiver as he looked at her, his infamous volcanic rage simmering in his eyes. "Please."

"Fine," he said, giving Lopez one last scathing look before turning on his heel to march off with his arm around Aasha's waist. She texted the driver to meet them at the front as they made their way through the halls of the hotel.

They came to a stop at the entrance, waiting for the driver to pull up with their limo. Aasha turned to Leati, unbuttoning his jacket to slide her arms around him as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. A startled sound bubbled in his throat, but he hugged her back, kissing the top of her head. They stayed like that until the car drove up.

"I'm sorry," Leati said as he settled in next to her; she looked up at him in surprise. "I know you hate it when I get mad, I just couldn't stand the fact that he put his hands on you, I didn't mean to scare you."

"No, it's okay, you could never scare me, it was actually kinda hot," she mumbled the last part, her face heating up at the confession. She buried her face in his shoulder when his serious expression turned into a smirk. She arched into him as he slid a hand up her spine to grab her hair and pull her head back.

"You think it's hot?" he asked, a dangerous gleam in his eyes as he leaned in closer so that his face was inches from hers. "I-"

She cut him off with a kiss, her hands grabbing his shoulders to pull him closer. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her onto him so that she was straddling his lap. She teasingly bit his lip, eliciting a deep growl from him. She pulled away to look up at him, the both of them panting a little as they stared at each other wide eyed.

"I think I love you," she blurted.

Aasha chuckled at the memory as she walked into the VIlla; back then she had been mortified, but thinking back to it now it seemed rather funny.

Glancing at her phone she saw that she had 40 more minutes till Leati got there. It would be just enough time to shower, and finish the final steps for her surprise. She took a quick 15 minute shower, then hopped out to grab the lube and one of her plugs. She decided to go with one of the smaller ones with a pink diamond on the top because she didn't want to deal with any discomfort.

After working it in, she left the lube in the drawer of a nightstand by the bed, slipped on a shorter baby pink silk robe, and went back to the bathroom to dry off her hair. She finished just in time to hear the door to the Villa opening and closing.

"Aasha?" Her face lit up as she heard Leati's deep voice. She let out a shriek of happiness, rushing out of the bathroom to find him setting his bags down in the bedroom. She practically jumped into his arms, making him laugh as he picked her up with one arm; much to her delight he had grown his beard out, but it also tickled her skin as he buried his face in her neck. "I missed you too, babe."

"God you look so good, it feels like it's been forever, I hate being apart for that long, promise me we won't have to spend more than a week apart again, Lea," she mumbled, giving him a deep kiss to show him just how much she missed him; his chest rumbled against her as he chuckled at the nickname she'd used.

"I dunno if I can promise that, but I'm sure if you gave the Board a good talkin to, they'll see things your way," he joked, walking to the bed to set her down. She pulled back to give him a mock glare before grabbing the front of his shirt to bring him in for another kiss.

His large hands roamed over her thighs, pushing up her robe as he massaged her soft skin; her own hands were busy rediscovering his strong chest, enjoying the warmth that she had desperately missed over the past few weeks, when he pushed her back with a quick shove before dropping to his knees to push her legs apart. She was about to let him when she remembered that she'd prepared surprises for him.

"Wait! No, I, uh," she said, hurriedly sitting up and clamping her legs shut. Leati gave her the cutest pout as he stood up. "I'm sorry, its just I got you a couple surprises but I haven't finished putting them together. Why don't you go take a shower, I'll be done by then."

"I GUESS I can wait a little while longer," he sighed dramatically, giving her a kiss and a grin. "You better be done by the time I'm out, cause I'll fuck you right where you stand, got it?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said with a cheeky smirk as she pushed him towards the bathroom. He gave her one last kiss, and landed a smack on her ass before walking into the shower.

Aasha dug through her bag, pulling on the outfit she had put together; a white button up shirt tucked into a flow-y black skirt that barely covered her ass, white thigh high socks held up by black thigh garters, and a loosely tied black tie. She could hear her boyfriend getting out of the shower and turning on the hair dryer which gave her just enough time to brush her own hair out and pull it up into two ponytails.

She just finished tucking her brush away, and unbuttoning the top 3 buttons of her shirt when the bathroom door opened and out stepped Leati in nothing but a towel.

[yeoldontknow]

Did You See?

Author’s Note: lord i am so glad someone requested Jongin fluff so i could make up for the torture that is Mourning Air. this is a gift for @kpopandlock and i hope hope hope i have done this justice. romance comes very hard for me unless theres chapters of tension and build up, so i hope this makes every Nini stan swoon just a tiny bit <3 enjoy loves!

Pairing: Kai x Reader

Summary: every day, you fall a little bit more in love with your best friend, Jongin. everyday, you ache for him. everyday, you miss all the signs of something he’s been trying to tell you.

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3,068

Nini[2:06 AM]: you up?

Y/N[2:08 AM]: yeah why

Nini[2:08 AM]: are you hungry?

Y/N[2:10 AM]: !!! diner run? :)

Nini[2:11 AM]: i have a better idea ;)

Y/N[2:12 AM]: better than 2AM waffles?? D:

Nini[2:13 AM]: promise to keep an open mind

Y/N[2:14 AM]: nini it’s too early...or late idk to be open minded~~

Nini[2:15 AM]: ok then be spontaneous

Y/N[2:16 AM]: what are you suggesting

Nini[2:18 AM]: cheesesteaks

Y/N[2:18 AM]: im not fucking cooking at 2 in the morning, are you high

Nini[2:20 AM]: nooo let’s go GET them i know an amazing food truck in philly

Y/N[2:21 AM]: are you driving?

Nini[2:21 AM]: as long as you DJ

Y/N[2:22 AM]: come pick me up~~ <3

Nini[2:23 AM]: that’s my girl! be there in 10

True to his word, Jongin arrives ten minutes later looking too put together for what you think is just a night drive. He stands in your doorway, bright smile making you feel like you’re ascending dawn, grey hoodie and running pants matching with a casual, attractive air of non-effort. You want to comment on this, tell him he's overdressed and making you tumble into a state of longing, but before you can speak, he leans over to kiss your cheek and whisper in your ear. 

‘We’re taking the scenic route.’

This is nothing new for him. He's said these same words to you hundreds of times on different occasions, sometimes even in metaphor, but tonight it feels different. Tonight, his breath hovers over your ear a little too long and it takes all your willpower not to press your cheek to his. You know you're alone in this sentiment, know that these feelings are one sided and must remain this way for the benefit of your friendship. But still, tonight, these words make you want him more. 

The highway is empty as you drive, chasing the moon and stars with your headlights. You watch him, studying the way he seems to glow in the night, and think he never really looks as relaxed or as serene as when he's driving. With one hand on the wheel and the other out the window, fingers dancing in the cool night air, his face is placid and happy, eyes bright and filled with hidden laughter as he drives. This is when you really see him, truly see all the vulnerable parts of him, when he's pensive and assumes no one is looking; when he's alone with you. 

Mirroring his position, you stick your arm out the window and find yourself falling into the moment, collapsing into it. You've never felt closer to him than right now, driving on the interstate for a spontaneous cheesesteak run. You've never felt more alive than in this moment, as the state Pennsylvania sign passes you by. Beside you trees and trees and trees pass along the river bank, and you're glad he chose this route. You're glad he wanted the extra time with you and no one else, not even other strangers on this secluded road. You're glad that he wants you, even if it's only like this.

Eventually, you fall asleep - not a truly deep sleep, just dozing softly, hand still catching the wind as your head lulls to the side with parted lips.

You are asleep and so you don't see it. You don't see the way he turns to look at you, your skin shimmering as the first glimmers of the sun start to pour over your face. You don't see the way he smiles, admiration of you beginning to eat away at and melt through him. You don't see him reach for your hand as it rests on your thigh with loose fingers, and the way he pauses just over the palm. He ghosts over it, molding his hand above it as though he were miming the hold, before pulling it back to the gear shift. You don't see him clutch at it, holding it and pretending it is your skin.

You don't see him tumbling with you.

Nini[1:33 PM]: you going to jongdae’s thing tonight?

Y/N[1:35 PM]: idk maybe. i have to see if i feel up for it

Nini[1:37 PM]: pllssss!! youre never really up for these things and i need you with me tonight

Y/N[1:40 PM]: why tonight of all nights? lmao youve gone to so many parties without me

Nini[1:41 PM]: because tonight i just don’t want to be without you :)

Y/N[1:42 PM]: this is not a reason

Nini[1:43 PM]: excuse me, it’s the only reason that matters

Y/N[1:44 PM]: you know i get shy at parties

Nini[1:46 PM]: jongdae and i will be there

Y/N[1:48 PM]: and if it were just you two it would be ok - it wouldnt even be a party~~ it's other people nini :/

Nini[1:50 PM]: i’ll be with you the whole night i promise :))

Y/N[1:52 PM]: youre not going to take no for answer are you :c

Nini[1:52 PM]: nope :D

Y/N[1:56 PM]: fine. ill meet you there ugh

Nini[1:58 PM]: thank you duchess! i'll make it up to you! <3

Y/N[1:58 PM]: you better

Jongin finds you the minute you enter the crowded house, his hand seeking yours and threading your fingers together as you push through the door. You know he’s already drunk, though you don’t know how long he’s been here. Like usual, his body is craving contact after only a few drinks of alcohol. Typically, he keeps you close by so he can touch your skin and soothe his bleary ache for affection, never allowing you to wander too far out of reach. Always this is born out of trust, you think. He knows and trusts you enough to take these things from you, expects them to be freely given because the language of your relationship dictates it. 

Always, he does this and doesn't see the way hope brims over and leaks from your pores. Always, he doesn't see you swoon.

‘I'm glad you came!’ Jongdae shouts over the music as he hands you a drink. ‘You literally never come to my parties. This is such a nice surprise.’

‘This one persuaded me,’ you concede, tilting your head in Jongin’s direction. He’s distracted, eyes scanning the room with a wide smile offered to everyone but you. Seeing this makes your heart sink a little, knowing that, at some point, even if he doesn't mean to, his promise to you will be broken. 

It only takes an hour.

After leading you around the room, squeezing your hand as you talk through your shyness with others and whispering that he's proud of you, he leaves your side at the first notes of his favourite song. For a few minutes, you watch him dance and sing, jumping and moving with an ease that makes you envious. When he laughs, his mouth becomes a glorious circle, head cocking back as though he can't contain the force of his joy. When he sings along, his eyes close in sheer delight at being young and being alive. 

You find this all too beautiful and too heartbreaking to look at. It only makes you want him more.

So you turn and go out to the yard, hoisting yourself into the fence rungs to sit and drink, taking small sips of whatever is in your cup so you don’t get drunk. It's quiet here, perfect for thinking and longing and wishing on all the stars you can count.

Your back is to the door, so you don't see it. You don't see the way Jongin searches for you the moment the song ends, biting his lips and furrowing his brow in worry. You don't see the way he smiles, awed and moved by the way you hum to yourself as you stargaze. You don't see him lean against the door, eyes turning up to the same star and filled with hopeful wonder. 

You don't see him wish that you were his.

Y/N[6:33 PM]: come over

Nini[6:35 PM]: mmmmm why? movie night?

Y/N[6:36 PM]: if you want. im making your fave tho, so i thought id ask

Nini[6:37 PM]: CHICKEN????

Y/N[6:40 PM]: lmao yes and if youre a good boy ill even let you help me cook

Nini[6:41 PM]: excuse you i am always a good boy

Y/N[6:43 PM]: you abandoned me at the party last weekend. that was very naughty ;(

Nini[6:45 PM]: i told you i was sorry :( and i didnt really abandon you. dont say that :(((

Y/N[6:46 PM]: THAT WAS HOW IT FELT NINIKINS

Nini[6:48 PM]: im so confused like youre upset with me but youre using my nickname and i ?????

Y/N[6:49 PM]: i was upset but im not anymore its ok bb. are you coming?

Nini[6:50 PM]: yeah be there in 15?

Y/N[6:52 PM]: ok. bring wine please

Nini{6:52 PM]: you got it duchess <3

You leave the door unlocked for him, an open invitation to your home, your heart, your life. When he arrives, he’s carrying your favourite red wine and a small chocolate cake he acquired from a bakery along the way.

‘I want to feel like I’m contributing,’ he murmurs with a bashful smile. 

‘Aww,’ you coo, taking the cake from him and tapping his cheek. ‘I would have let you cut some broccoli but this is much better.’ 

He lingers behind you for a while, watching the way you cut and stir and manage time in your kitchen. It bewilders him, a little bit, the science of cooking becoming something of an art beyond his comprehension. This is the one thing you can hold above him, the one skill you have that he doesn’t, and you are too proud to admit that you sometimes use this to be close to him. Tonight is an example, how you decided to make chicken only because he said he would come over. How you decided to even consider it because he would be here and near you and doing exactly this: pressing himself behind you to watch and share your air.

After several minutes he moves away from you, pulling out his phone and scrolling through it with a content, placid expression.

‘Where’s that speaker I got you for your birthday?’

‘In the bathroom by the sink.’

He disappears and comes back seconds later, holding the black rectangle in his hand as he syncs it with his phone.

‘We’re going to listen to some music and you’re going to relax.’

You scoff, flipping chicken in the skillet. ‘I don’t need relaxing.’ 

‘Yes, you do,’ he says firmly. ‘Even the way you said that was tense.’

Setting the spatula on the counter, you turn to face him with a cocked eyebrow. ‘Now who’s the tense one?’

He doesn’t bother to respond to this. Instead, he hits play and soft soul music starts to play from the speaker. Sighing, you turn back to the stove and attempt to make yourself look busy. This was done on purpose. He knows that soul music feels like it belongs to you in some way, like you’ve claimed it as the sound of your blood.

What he doesn’t know is that the sight of him dancing to Otis Redding will hurt you, hurt you in a way that would make your heart feel as though it were bleeding. He doesn’t know that the sight of his hips swaying to the rhythm would make your breath catch, pausing at the sight to admire and memorize it before continuing with a quickened pace. He doesn’t and cannot know these things, so you keep your back to him in order to protect yourself. Because now, you think, you cannot possibly want him more.

Your back is to him, so you don’t see it. You don’t see the way he approaches you, eyes hungry and arms outstretched to hold you in the them. You don’t see the way he reaches for you, hands coming to rest atop your hips like he’s claiming you the way you’ve claimed the music. When he starts dancing with you, moving your body with his as he presses himself tightly against you, you don’t see the way his lips part to exhale against your hair. You don’t see the way his mouth hovers above your ear for too long, tongue desperate to lick against the lobe. You don’t see the way his eyes roll back in his head as you push against him, lightly, teasingly, and the way his fingers twitch to run themselves beneath the band of your shorts. The way they yearn to sneak beneath the band of your underwear to press, and touch, and stroke.

You don’t see the way he finally, truly, believes he is losing control. 

Nini[1:40 AM]: are you up?

Y/N[1:43 AM]: yeah why - MORE CHEESESTEAKS?

Nini[1:44 AM]: can i come over?

Y/N[1:44 AM]: are you ok?

Nini[1:45 AM]: i need to see you

Y/N sent a photo

Y/N[1:46 AM]: see! it’s me!

Nini[1:46 AM]: no. i need you see you. please.

Y/N[1:47 AM]: jongin youre scaring me. whats going on?

Nini[1:48 AM]: please say yes. just say i can see you. i just need you.

Y/N[1:49 AM]: yes babe yes the door is unlocked

Nini[1:50 AM]: on my way 

Five years. You’ve known Jongin for five years. 

Four years. You’ve loved Jongin for four years.

Never have you seen him look like this. For years you’ve watched him stumble into and out of love with anguish, grace, and pride, and still he’s never looked like this. 

He’s in your doorway and he looks like he’s gasping, swallowing whole mouthfuls of the air to catch his breath and to catch your scent. Hair has fallen into his eyes, his wide eyes that look at you as though they’ve reached their limit or found something - they’re fixed on you so completely you’re starting to feel naked beneath the gaze. There’s suffering happening beneath his skin. He’s fraught and fighting with something and you’re scared, you’re scared because you feel he brought the air of change with him and it’s making you vulnerable and uncomfortable.

He rushes into your house but doesn’t sit. His feet carry him in nondescript patterns around your living room, pacing in an almost frantic way.

‘Jongin,’ you whisper loudly, trying not to startle him out of his panic. ‘Jongin, what is going on?’ 

‘I reach for you,’ he blurts out, turning to look at you as though he’s had an epiphany. ‘I reach for you all the time and you never see it.’

Your brain muddles over these words, toys with them and breaks them apart to try to understand them but comes up empty and confused. 

‘You reach for me?’ you ask, breathless though you don’t know why. Something is happening, and your body is in on it first, making you lose faith and trust in the air and yourself. 

‘I reach for you,’ he repeats. ‘Something happens in my day, and I reach for my phone to tell you. I crave food at two in the morning, and I reach for you to come with me. I watch you cook, and I want to touch you, so I reach for you but you don’t see me. I am always reaching for you, and I need you to see me.’ 

The words rush out of his mouth like they’ve been waiting to be released for years, like he’s practiced them hundreds of times and now that he’s finally saying them he can’t wait to get them out. 

You’re facing him, and now you see it. You see the way his hands reach out to you as he approaches you, coming to cup your face gently and cradle it as though it were treasure. You see the way his eyes bore into yours, filled with love and lust and longing. You see the way he is breaking, shattering beneath his desire and how his breath is coming too quickly to really keep him alive. You see the way the world is spinning but you both are still in this moment, learning to reach for one another.

‘Do you see?’ he asks, softly with a trembling lip. ‘Do you see why I needed to be here? To hold you?’

You close your eyes and nod.

‘Don’t do that,’ he whispers.

You open your eyes and make to speak, but his thumb softly swipes over your bottom lip and tugs it gently down to luxuriate in its plumpness.

‘Don’t close your eyes,’ he clarifies. ‘ I want you to see.’ 

Eyes open wide, you watch as he lifts your chin upwards and presses his forehead against yours, taking the moment to breathe together. You watch as he slides just out of view and presses your lips together, your body suddenly warm with the contact and wetness pooling between your thighs. Keeping your eyes open, you let him kiss you, gently and full of purpose with a warm mouth and a soft tongue. Your eyes roll back just slightly as your hands fist in his hair, tongue pressing against his in time with your hips. His hands slide down your back to fist in the hem of your shirt, pulling it up as he moans, loudly and without shame, as his fingers touch your hot skin, and you see.

You see how you both took the scenic route to get here, to this moment. You see how having him in your arms makes the world brighter. You see how kissing him like this makes the world move slower.

You see how badly you need him. You finally see how deeply he loves you. 

[wasabi-duck]

enemies to lovers yoongi

wanna say this one goes out to my mom aka @warmau who inspired me to start my writing blogs so please check her out and send her love because she is my absolute favorite author on this site

but this au seems wild and im wildin today and blowing money on cherry bomb photocards so why not

you and yoongi both work in the food court of your local mall, but at different restaurants

he works at the pizza place and you work at the chinese restaurant

ever since you got the job, yoongi most definitely caught your eye from across the way

his dark, black hair that hangs in his sleepy eyes…

his pretty, pouty lips, that are forever in a permanent scowl...

his resting bitch face as he tries to convince people to waste their hard earned money on a combo meal…

yoongi is really the whole package

half of your work shift is spent just staring at him and hoping to the good lord above you don’t get caught

you have a few times but that is beside the point

you just stare wistfully and imagine what would happen if you crossed the food court and ran into his arms-

but alas, you cannot do that because if you’re in the restaurant business, you can’t just spend time with the enemy

even if you’re craving pizza, it is forbidden by restsurant law to even give your thoughts to the competition, so you’ve never actually talked to yoongi

ever

but that is a okay because your spot as cashier is the perfect viewing place to glance over at yoongi when you have a free moment

yoongi totally knows you’re checking him out at all seconds of the day, but he’s too shy to ever go over and say something to you, even when he’s not working, so he pretends that you don’t exist

besides, he has lyrics to write on the back of used receipts, melodies to tap out with spoons and knives

customers to swindle

but hoseok, who works at the pizza place too, totally realizes you two have the hots for each other so he’s always like “oh yoongi i think we should get chinese for lunch today, im really craving it”

“it’s not even our lunch break??”

“okay well go get me a snack then, some lomein sounds amazing right now”

“hoseok, no, i know what you’re trying to do”

“oh come on yoongi, all you ever do is stare at them all dreamy!!”

and then hoseok clasps his hands over his heart and wails, “oh young, forbidden love, is there anything more romantic than that?!”

the whole food court has stopped to stare at him, including you, and yoongi is redder than the tomato sauce on the pizzas so he just ducks down behind the counter and doesn’t come up for like the next ten minutes

since you two never actually interact, you think all is lost but then

then

one day it’s particularly slow in the mall

it’s summer so you have a full day of work ahead of you, and you’ve gotten maybe ten customers in the four hours you’ve been working, and you still got like six hours to go

yoongi is in the same predicament, if not worse, because his dearest hoseok has off today and yoongi doesn’t really interact with his coworkers unless they’re hoseok so um…

the two of you are lazing around, stealing the additional glance at each other

when your boss comes over and is all “hey, we really are doing poorly today, we need to change our tactic to get some customers in”

he hands you a tray with little food samples on it and shoves you outside the safety from behind the counter, then says, “go out near the entrance to the food court and try to convince some people to get over here and eat our food”

“isn’t that a little i dunno… pushy.”

“do you like your paycheck or not”

so with some huffing and puffing and grumbling you take the tray and shuffle over towards the food court entrance, trying to pretend you aren’t embarrassed

but the pizza place is not having that, oh no, they also are under target today for sales and they won’t just have prospective customers snatched away like that

“alright yoongo, time to go win us over some customers!!”

“actually my name is yo-”

“use that charm of yours on the ladies, alright?”

“as long as i can use it on the dudes as well”

“sure sure whatever, just get out there and win us over some customers”

they hand yoongi a tray with some little pizza bites in little cups in it and he starts walking to the middle of the food court but his boss shouts, “no no, you need to be right over there with that chinese food! SHOW THEM THE SUPERIOR CUISINE”

if youre wondering, chinese food is better than pizza #facts

yoongi is a little freaked out by his boss’ enthusiasm for making sales but he does what’s asked of him because the only other place hiring right now is gamestop and he doesn’t wanna be stuck with jungkook every two seconds he weebs out over overwatch and persona so like… this job is pretty important

but then yoongi realizes you’re the one who’s also trying to sell food and now he’s all flustered and embarrassed and he doesn’t know what to do so he just kind of stands there and gapes for a few seconds

but then he gets on his #customerserviceface and traipses over to you, smiling that cute lil gummy smile of his face

“i’m gonna take you down” his smile only grows bigger and you’ve never been so attracted yet so afraid of someone in your life

“oh it is SO on dough boy”

“shut up you noodle brat”

“pepperoni person”

“you really don’t have anything better than that, you piece of kung pao shrimp”

“like that was any better pineapple pizza”

“you take that one baCK”

“mAke mE”

you two are so busy squabbling that you kind of ignore would be customers for like the first fifteen minutes

but then you remember what you’re supposed to be doing and with one final glare at yoongi, you snap “i was here first anyhow”

“it’s a mall, not your backyard” yoongi rolls his eyes “i can be wherever i want”

“except on top because i bet i can give out all my samples before you can!”

yoongi laughs and nods “you’re on. first one out of food officially has the best food in the food court”

the two of you spend the next hour trying to shove people down shoppers throats, and most of them end up at the mcdonalds, but you and yoongi are so damn absorbed in your competition that you don’t even care that you’re not actually doing your respective businesses any good

but it’s fun?? you’re having fun??

you don’t think you’ve laughed harder in a work shift ever before, especially when yoongi starts trying to do some god awful italian accent to try and win some customers over about it being authentic pizza

and he can’t help but smile fondly when you try to explain to customers for the millionth time that no, you can’t make szechuan chicken mild when it’s already premade with the szechuan sauce on it already

and when there aren’t any shoppers around, you and yoongi just kinda.. talk

he tells you about his dream to get to college to work with music production and how he doesn’t have the money right now, which is why he’s working at the freaking food court right now

and you tell him about yourself, and your reason for getting the job, and your hopes and dreams for the future as well

he tells you about his friends, about hoseok, the loud one who’s always screaming when there’s a flame in the oven because it’s scary

and about jungkook, who has the audacity to order dominos instead of visiting yoongi

and jin, who hogs the blankets all the damn time but washes yoongi’s uniform so him so it’s even

you talk about your friends too, but none of them seem as interesting as the people that yoongi hangs out with and you kind of hope that one day maybe yoongi will introduce you to them…

but then you realize that means hanging out with yoongi… as like friends or something…

and now you’re blushing

things have gotten pretty quiet now, and you think that maybe you should head back to actual work…

“wait, we both still have one left”

he shrugs and points to your little cup

your brows furrow and you frown slightly, then start to scan around the food court for anyone who someone to take your food so you can end this battle once and for all

but there’s a sudden weight on the tray, and you spin back around, and there’s yoongi, holding the cup up to his lips

and then he just chugs the freaking lomein like that, he just goes for it, finishes up your last sample

your eyes go wide and you smile softly

“well i guess you win” he says cooly, but there’s a noodle hanging from his lip and you point

he gets all red and quickly wipes it away

you take a deep breath, then reach over and grab his last pizza bite, then pop it into your mouth

“hey, this is actually pretty good” you nod

“the best food this damn place has to offer” he says with a wink

“hey wait a second-”

now you’re both laughing again

but your bosses are tired of you guys flirting instead of erasing the competition so they both call you back over so you can man the cash registers

but you and yoongi were having fun, a good time, and you don’t really want that to end?? so uh now you’re both waving over at each other dumbly from behind your counters and smiling and mouthing things to each other that you can’t really understand but hey, it’s the thought that counts right?

and as it comes to the end of your shift, you feel kinda upset because it’s been fun goofing off with yoongi??

like you’re so overwhelmed with butterflies that you actually spoke to yoongi?? like not only did you like introduce yourself?? but you had a real, actual conversation?? amazing??

you hope that tomorrow will be even better…

your clocking out right

the mall is shutting down for the night

the lights are all turning off

you’ve done all your side jobs, cleaned up for the night, restocked the sauces, cleaned all the machines and what not

you grab your jacket from the back, but when you come back out yoongi is standing there, hands in his pockets, looking all shy and cute

you blush and smile and give a lil wave

he smiles and waves back

“so…” you both say in unison

you both laugh and now you’re both tomato red

“today was fun” yoongi says slowly “so i was uh… i was wondering if you wanted to um…”

he starts to fumble over his words

“wanted to get some ice cream maybe?’ you suggest

yoongi’s eyes light up and he nods excitedly

you usually take the bus home, but yoongi drives, so you go with him to the ice cream parlor and you two share a banana split and maybe even a cute kiss too

the end