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belovedkingx · 4 years ago

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Temptation | myg

» Pairing: Yoongi/Reader

» Genre: Professor!au, Angst, Smut

» Word Count: 7.9k+

— Synopsis; Though you find your professor, Min Yoongi attractive, it didn’t start out that way, strongly anyhow. It seemed like he loved making your college life a living hell but, of course, you got used to it or just became numb to it at least. But soon you find out his reasonings for treating you the way he had.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Dom!Yoongi, Fingering, Pussy-slapping, Ass-slapping, Oral sex (m/f receiving), Unprotected sex (stay safe), Choking, Slight praising, Name-calling

A/N: I really hope you enjoy!! let me know what you think by leaving a comment or you can shoot me an ask. :)

Masterlist | part of the “Sexual Encounters“ series

— posted: 11.10 2020

With a slam of the front door to your apartment, you sped past Taehyung who was relaxed on the couch, watching Tv. "Hey, how was-" He paused, noticing the unhappy look on your face. After you groaned a 'Hi', he swung his arm over the top of the couch while leaning his head back, watching you disappear into the dark abyss that was your room.

You switch on the light before dropping your bags on the floor along with your coat, plopping on the bed, and staring at the ceiling. As you laid there you heard a knock at your door. "Hey, can I come in?" You lift your head for a split second to see Taehyung at the door waiting for permission to enter. "Yeah." He walks over and sits next to you at the edge of the bed.

"So, wanna tell me what happened?" You immediately shot up, facing him. "Professor Min is what happened." Teahyung knew about your hot but dickhead of a professor, he wondered if he gave you an unreasonable deadline again or if he embarrassed you in class. "What did he do this time?" Taehyung asked, finding it amusing how much the two of you seemed to hate each other. Yet he can't help but think there's more between the both of you, even if you don't realize it.

"Out of all the cafes, he walks into mine, I just want to work in peace." You stated. Taehyung turned his head for a brief moment, fighting the urge to laugh. "That's it?" You glared at him before continuing. "No, He had the audacity to say, I hope you're better at making coffee than you are at writing." Taehyung raises an eyebrow, surprised but he finally started to understand the more you talked. "He even pulled me aside after class to talk about my choice of clothing." You plop back on the bed with a huff.

"What do you mean?" You simply stand up, raising your arms to the side to show your outfit. "I was tired of wearing sweat pants and a hoody, so I put on my normal clothes." You sat back down, grabbing a pillow and holding it close to your chest. "The girls in my class practically have their ass and tits out, but he says nothing to them." Taehyung saw a few ways of this turning out, he just hoped it happens after graduation.

"But when I come along in jeans and a short sleeve crop top that covers my boobs, it's inappropriate." You were so tired of this back and forth, one day it's a good day, then it's a bad day. "But I don't have to deal with him for much longer, thank goodness." Taehyung lays back on the bed. "That's true, and maybe you could find out why he acts the way he does towards you." You scoff, crossing your arms. "It's because he hates me, he wants to see me fail." You speak dramatically, causing Taehyung to laugh.

"I highly doubt that." Before you could ask him what he meant, the doorbell rings catching your attention. "That's probably Natalie, she wants to take me to the club." You stand up, walking out of your room to the front door. "Well, that sounds nice." You hum in response before opening the door. "Hey, Nat." You greeted her, pulling her into a hug. "Hey Girl! I'm super excited about tonight." You nodded as you move to the side, letting her in. "Yeah, me too." As she walked past, you noticed two dresses in her arms.

You guessed she was gonna have you wear one of hers. "I haven't been out to have fun in a while, so I definitely need this." She laughs, understanding. She walks over to Taehyung greeting him before quickly turning to you, handing you the black dress. "Put this one on so I can see how it looks on you." You take the dress hesitantly, it was a bit shorter than you were used to. "Then after I see it we can get ready." With an eyebrow raised, you agreed before walking off. "Hey Tae, you're coming too, right?"

He tilts his head, thinking if he should. "Oh come on, it will just be me, you, Y\n, and Hoseok, it'll be fun." Taehyung looks up, passed Natalie with a slight smile. "You should come." You said as you stood there posing for Natalie. "Oh. My. God, you look amazing in that dress." She complimented you before standing up, walking over to you. "It hugs your body just right, showing off all your curves." She grabbed your hand, slowly spinning you around so she could see everything. You giggled before thanking her, you looked back at Taehyung, waiting for his answer.

"So?" You asked with a smile. "Oh, you look very... beautiful." You looked at Natalie, giggling before looking back at Taehyung. "Thank you, but I actually meant if you were coming or not." Taehyung laughs as he nobbed his head. "Yeah, I'll come." You hopped in excitement as Taehyung and Natalie watched you skip to your room, getting ready. "Yeah, have you noticed anything different about her?" Taehyung slowly looks at Natalie with a curious expression. "Like what?"

"I don't know, she just seems more..." Natalie stares into the hallway, thinking. about you. "Alive." Taehyung immediately snickered causing her to finally face him. "What does that even mean, Nat?" She rolls her eyes with a slight smile tugging the corners of her lips. "I just mean she seems happier, that's all." Taehyung couldn't help but think back to that night he had with you was what Natalie was picking up on. "Maybe she's happy she's finally going out for some fun." She nods her head, agreeing with him. "Yeah, you're right, it has been a while." She starts to make her way towards your room as she suggests getting ready.

"Come on, let's get ready, Hoseok will meet us there soon." Taehyung nods as he heads towards his room. "Well, since it'll only take me about five minutes to get ready, unlike you two, just come and get me when you're done." Natalie gives him a look before he throws up his hands. "Hey, I'm just stating facts." He laughs as she rolls her eyes. "Whatever." She uttered with a chuckle before disappearing into your room.

The car stopped in front of the club, a long line of people dressed for the occasion reached around the building. You hopped out of the car while the Uber driver wished a good time for the three of you before slowly driving off. Right above the entrance was the name of the club, Crimson and in line waiting for you was Hoseok. "Yeah, guys over here." Hoseok called. Natalie rushed over to him, throwing her arms over his shoulders and hugging him.

You and Taehyung looked at each other with smirks on your faces before looking back at the two. "Hey Hobi, been a while." You greeted him with a hug. "It sure has, how have you two been?" Taehyung speaks up for the two of you as your attention got distracted for a moment. "We've been good, just trying to get through school." You turned your attention back to your friends. "And tonight is about having fun and getting your mind off of school-related things." You nodded your head, agreeing with Natalie.

"Like a particular professor." Taehyung spoke under his breath as Natalie snickered. Hoseok looks at you, curious about this professor of yours but you ignored him, changing the subject. "Anyways, I have an idea on how we can skip the line and get in." You looked at Natalie, slightly shaking your chest back and forth as she slowly caught on to what you meant. "We haven't done that in... a long time, we're probably rusty." You scoff as you dramatically flipped your hair over your shoulder.

"Hey! speak for yourself, I know I still got it." Hoseok and Taehyung watched the two of you talk back and forth, confused as usual before Hoseok spoke up. "Umm, mind sharing with the class, ladies." You slightly smirked at the two males before grabbing Natalie's hand. "You'll see." You waved for the boys to follow you before making your way to the doorman. Taehyung watched as you talked to the man, you rested your hand on your chest as you laughed before placing your hand on the man's arm.

Natalie wrapped her arms around your shoulders before kissing you on the cheek, you suddenly pointed towards Taehyung and Hoseok before turning back to the man. "What do you think they said to him?" Taehyung shrugged his shoulders, clearly unsure. "I haven't the foggiest." Both you and Natalie turned to the two males, waving for them to following you two inside. As they walked closer you leaned up to the doorman, kissing him on the cheek. "Thank you, sweetie." Taehyung and Hoseok both raised their eyebrows in surprise as you all made your way inside.

"See, told you I still got it." You leaned against the bar counter with a big grin. Natalie nodded, agreeing with you. "What can I get you two lovely ladies?" A bartender with black, sleek hair and a strand freed from the loose low ponytail, reveals a handsome, cheerful face. Gentle blue eyes, set appealingly within their sockets, watching and waiting for a response. "I'd like a martini, stirred." The man smirked at you before turning towards Natalie. Once everyone ordered their drinks Hoseok spotted a table.

"So, what's with this Professor of yours?" Hoseok asked as you slid into your seat next to Taehyung. You looked at him for a brief moment, wondering how he knew until Natalie popped to mind. "Oh, Natalie mentioned him." You nodded with your lips slightly pressed together in a small smile, understanding. "She wants to hate-fuck him." Natalie almost spat out her drink as you quickly whipped your head towards Taehyung, shocked.

"She certainly didn't mention anything like that." Hoseok spoke, amused. "Just because I find him attractive doesn't mean that I want to...hate-fuck him." You rolled your eyes at Taehyung before taking a sip of your drink. "Plus, what do you know anything about hate-fucking?" He knew it wasn't really a question but a jab at the fact that he was a virgin up until a week ago. "Well, you can always teach me." He spoke low but not low enough, Natalie heard him and stared at the two of you.

You kicked Taehyung under the table causing him to make a sudden noise of discomfort before coughing as a cover-up. Natalie was oddly quiet and kept looking back and forth between you and Taehyung until her eyes widen. "No! no way." You furrowed your eyebrows, confused as to what she had discovered. "What?" You asked. "Have you two... you know, have sex?" She pointed her finger between you and Taehyung.

"What!" You and Taehyung spoke in unison. "No, o-of course not." Taehyung stuttered, he couldn't believe that she could have figured that out just from something he said. "Why would you think that?" You asked trying to figure out her thought process. "Well, because of what he said." Natalie pauses, taking a sip of her drink. "I mean you're usually the one to make sexual jokes, but figured it wasn't a joke coming from him." You and Taehyung looked at each other before he suddenly laughed.

"It was most definitely a joke, granted I don't make those kinds of jokes but there's a first time for everything." Natalie nodded her head staring at you before completely moving on from the topic. "Anyways, my professor is a dickhead and has a stick up his ass but tonight isn't about him, it's about having fun so let's have fun." Natalie glops the rest of her drink down before grabbing Hoseok's hand. "Come on guys, let's dance, I wanna dance." You laugh, realizing she's already drunk.

Taehyung reaches his hand out for yours, you placed your hand in his before he guided you to the dance floor. You and Taehyung moved to the upbeat music with fluid and in sync movements. "So you never told Natalie about what happened between us, why?" Taehyung asked with a slight smile. "I can ask you the same thing." Taehyung looked at Natalie dancing with Hoseok before looking back at you. "Simple, it's a girl's conversation."

You shook your head, realizing that that definitely was a Taehyung thing to think. "So, What's your reason?" You took a brief moment, thinking about your answer before speaking. "If she found out she would never let it go, and she would insist that we have feelings for each other." He nodded his head, acknowledging how right you were. "And I'd rather wait a little while before telling her, I feel like if we told her this soon it might make things a little awkward for us."

He gave you a looked of confusion before spinning you around. "I don't think it would make things awkward." A look of disbelief formed across your face. "Really, so her constantly saying that we have romantic feelings for each other, and how cute of a couple we would be wouldn't feel just... a little awkward?" Taehyung tilts his head slightly with his lips pursed, realizing that you're right again. "That's what I thought." You chuckled as he spun you once again.

The music came to an end, fading into a slower and more sensual song. You slowed your movements and started to walk back to the bar but suddenly you felt taehyung grip your hand, pulling you back into his chest. "Speaking of awkward, isn't that your professor." You quickly turned your head, following his gaze but you didn't see him. "Where?" Taehyung grabbed your hand spinning you around, placing his hands on your waist.

"See the girl in the crimson dress and the cinderella like shoes?" He slightly leaned down to your ear. "Look at who she's dancing with." You immediately noticed him and made eye contact with him. You freaked out, quickly spinning back around, facing Taehyung. "Oh no! he noticed me." Taehyung laughs in amusement. "Yeah, he's noticed you for a while." You weren't as amused as he was and he could tell that if he doesn't explain immediately you might just kill him.

"I noticed him about 5 minutes ago, he's been looking at you on and off." You couldn't believe this, tonight was supposed to be about having fun and you can feel your fun slowly fading away. It was like he could sense you were enjoying yourself and just popped up to ruin it for you. "I think your professor has the hots for you." You sigh, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. "What's with you and the hate-fucking and my professor having the hots for me kick?"

He shrugs his shoulders while letting a sigh escape. "I'm a guy and I know those looks he's been giving you, they tell me something very clear." He wasn't sure he liked the meaning behind the attention you were receiving from your professor. "And I know you all too well, you can't lie and tell me that you haven't had any thoughts about fucking him." You stammer, trying to think of a lie but realize you just couldn't, just like Taehyung said.

"Exactly." He chuckles at your defeated expression before trying to give you good advice. "I think you should at least find out why he acts the way he does towards you." You look up into Taehyung's eyes, thinking before nodding. "Fine, not knowing has kinda been... irritating me." You finally were honest to not only your best friend but also to yourself.

"But not now, I'll do it another day." You turn to your right and notice Natalie dancing wildly on top of the bar counter. "I think it's time to go anyway, look." You pointed towards Natalie and hear a snicker from Taehyung. "Poor Hoseok, he doesn't even know how to handle her when she gets like this." Before making your way to Hoseok, you took one last look over to where Yoongi was and noticed he was gone.

"I think I'm getting too old for this." Taehyung rolled his eyes in disbelief that those words even left your lips. "Your 25." You nodded your head in agreement. "Yes, and I started clubbing at 18 to 24, now I'm 25." All Taehyung could do was shake his head and laugh. "I'm still young but I think a calm bar would suit me best." You stated before pushing through drunk people towards Natalie who was close to getting a head injury, while taehyung stood next to Hoseok, watching you.

Once you got her down, you apologized to the bartender, getting a smile in return. "Come on, it's time to get you home." Her smile, drunkenly before calling you Hoseok. "Y-You're soo strong." You weren't really sure how to respond to that but one thing was for sure, you'd tease her about it tomorrow. "Thanks... I think." As you reached the two males, Hoseok expressed his gratitude for helping Natalie down where he was unsuccessful. "How did you get her to come down?"

You chuckle at his reaction before sitting her down at a table. "I just told her I'd give her some ice cream, actually...you would give her ice cream." He laughs as he looks down at Natalie. "She thought I was you, so." He nods his head, understanding. It was so cute the way he looked at her, the way he felt about her was in his eyes, that much was clear. "Hey, I'll take her home, you two can stay and have fun or head home and get some rest." You knew Natalie would want this but you just hoped that she wouldn't be too much for him.

"Really? I know you were never able to say no to her so if she tries to persuade you to take her somewhere else, are you sure?." He reassured you that that won't happen. "I'll be fine and so will she, I promise." He wrapped his arm around her waist, letting her lean on him. "Alright then, can you do me a favor." He nods, wondering what was on your mind. "When you take her home, can you stay with her just until she falls asleep, in case she needs something?"

He smiles brightly before agreeing to do as you requested. He hugs you and Taehyung saying goodbye before heading out. You stood there waving until they were out of sight. "That's so sweet, they'll be a cute couple... that is if one of them makes a move." Teahyung turns towards you, confused. "Wait, they like each other?" You mentally facepalm, he's known them for years and yet he's unaware of something like this.

You decided to walk away instead of answering him, leaving him to follow you while continuously asking a bunch of questions. "Hey, I'll meet you outside, I need to use the bathroom real quick." You stopped in your tracks getting ready to turn around. "Now?" He grips your wrist, stopping you from walking away. "Yes, that alcohol went right through me." He sighs as he slowly lets your wrist go.

"Fine but I'm staying right here. If you're not back in five minutes I'm coming to get you." He was worried about you going alone but he knew he couldn't go in with you so he opted to stay where he could see you. "I'll be back." You placed a hand on his arm, giving him a smile before walking towards the restrooms. As you got closer you saw the ridiculous line and realized by the time it would take you to get in, you would already be home, releasing your bladder.

With a groan, you turned around to head back to Taehyung but suddenly your heart started beating rapidly from the sudden shock. Standing in front of you was none other than, Min fucking Yoongi. "Interesting running into you here." With a hand to your chest, you narrow your eyes at him. "It's interesting how you continuously run into me as of late." An amused chuckle escapes his lips. "What, you think I'm following you?" You put your hands to your side. "I don't know, are you?" He looks away towards the people on the dance floor. "Don't flatter yourself."

"Those were merely a coincidence, just like tonight." As he spoke, you then noticed what he was wearing. "I didn't even think you'd like places like these." He wore an all-black outfit, a smooth shirt with it unbuttoned at the top, and tucked into fitted jeans with slits at the knees. Very different from what he wears at School. "I just came here to get my mind off of some things, and have fun." Your cheeks slightly heated up upon realizing you had been staring him up and down for way too long.

"What about you?" He asked with an eyebrow arched, you hoped he didn't notice. "Same." Despite the somewhat faded music and your low tone, he heard you clear. "Even though you should be at home studying?" Tonight was supposed to be fun but here you are, about to blow a blood vessel because of him. "I'm not having this discussion with you." You start to walk away but stopped, turning back around.

You realized that this was a great opportunity to ask him about his attitude towards you. "No, you know what, I've been wanting to know something." He tilts his head slightly. "I'm all ears." He stood there, arms crossed waiting and wondering what was on your mind. "Why do you hate me so much?" His eyes widen, taken aback before his expression went back to normal. "Hate you?" He chuckles. "And what makes you think I hate you?"

The glimmer of amusement in his eyes set your blood boiling. "Oh I don't know, maybe it's your inconsideration, abrasiveness, and bitchy attitude you have only towards me." You had never been this infuriated before, you just wanted to strangle him. The audacity he had to stand here and lie straight to your face. "I don't hate you." He spoke with no emotion in his voice, pissing you off even more. "Bullshit! You've had it out for me since day one." He furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head.

"You say that like I've been out to kill you or something." It's like he was trying so hard to hide how he really felt, but the more you pushed the harder it seemed to be for him. "I just wanna understand." He sighs, ready to end the conversation. "It's not that hard to comprehend when I've spelled it out for you." He turns around, walking towards some empty tables. You follow him, unwittingly. "So you're just gonna walk away."

"Looks that way." He reaches one of the many leather couches, taking a seat. "You piss me off." Your voice was calm and somewhat peaceful as you spoke, but in reality, it was you feeling defeated. You gave up on trying to figure out what he was thinking, it didn't matter anyway. You were soon to leave, moving on with life and most likely never see him again.

Thinking those would be your real last words to your professor, you turn around to leave but abruptly you were being pulled back and spun around. "I piss you off?" He places a finger under your chin, making you look up at him. "You don't even understand how furious you make me." You felt your cheeks heat up from being so close to him, you hated it. It made you feel like a dumb teenager again, getting so flustered for no reason. "You want to know why I treat you the way I do."

You saw his wall come crumbling down, he caved in and was finally being honest. "It's because I'm the teacher and you're the student." His voice was unusually deeper yet so smooth as he spoke into your ear. He removed his hand from your chin and placed it on your shoulders, turning you around. Your back was pressed up against his chest as he continued talking. "But you make it so damn difficult for me without even realizing it." As his hand slowly traveled down your arms, you felt your stomach flip.

"You come into class wearing your oversized hoodie and sweat pants, unaware of what you do to me." As you listened you thought back to all the times you were around him, at school, at the cafe, even the time you ran into him at the grocery store. You never once noticed how he felt but how could you, he would be a dick to you any chance he got. "Why do you think I was on your case about your clothes today." He lifts your arm, guiding it to rest around the back of his neck.

"Even now, seeing you wear this dress is doing things to me." You lean your head back on his shoulder as he rubs his hand down your side before he reached your thigh, caressing it. "The way you cross your legs, twirling your hair around your finger." You felt your neck being exposed as he gently pulls your hair back to the side. "The way you softly bite your lip." He started swinging from side to side to the music and your hips followed.

As his hands roamed your body you arched your back, ass pushing into his groin causing him to softly groan. "Or the way you nibble on your pen when you're deeply concentrating." You didn't realize how much you wanted him until now, the tingling sensation was growing stronger. "You think I don't notice, but I see everything you do." He leans down farther, placing a soft and delicate kiss on your neck, which made you moan involuntarily. "Sometimes I imagine that that's not what's in your mouth."

"Sometimes I just want to bend you over my desk and fuck you in front of the whole class." He grabs your arm, guiding it back down to your side before gently placing his hand on your waist, turning you around. "You're an intelligent, gorgeous, and hard-working woman." He grips your chin once again as if he wants to kiss you. "More than anyone in my class, and that's what's most attractive about you." But instead, he brushes his hand up, caressing your cheek.

"But my behavior towards you is to keep myself inline." You were speechless, this whole time you were lost in his touch and voice and his words. You weren't sure what to even say but before you could think of something he leans down to your ear. "How is that for an explanation." He leans back, looking into your eyes with such overwhelming lust. "Now, why don't you be a good girl and go home, Trouble." With that, he walks past you, leaving the club, leaving you like this. A mess, a horny mess.

ONE WEEK LATER...

Looks can be deceiving when dealing with Min Yoongi, but the fact he's callous and offensive is just the tip of the iceberg. Never mind the fact that he's also difficult, inconsiderate, and sarcastic. Plenty of days have been ruined because of this but for the past week, things have been different. He hasn't been his usual self, it's almost like he avoids any kind of unnecessary interaction with you.

You should be happy about that but lately, you just sit in class, spacing out. Which he would usually be on your case about it by now. As Yoongi spoke, you sat there with your head in your hand, leaning on your elbow, you kept replaying what happened at the club. His hands, his lips, the words he whispered in your ear, and the way he pressed his body against yours. All of it was on a loop for you, you've been wanting to talk to him but you just can't seem to bring yourself to do it, oddly.

Without realizing it class had ended, suddenly the feel of a hand on your shoulder pulled you from your thoughts. Surprised, you jolt up and noticed that the hand belonged to a close classmate of yours, Lilly Harris. "Hey, Earth to Y\n." Chestnut, curly hair slightly reveals a strong, warm face. Lidded brown eyes, set graciously within their sockets, patiently watching over you as you come back to reality.

"Class is over." She giggles as she informed you. "Oh, wow." You said as you looked around, noticing that most of the students were gone, leaving just Lilly, you, and five others who were gathering their things to depart. "Yeah, you wanna grab lunch together?" She asked as she gathered her things. You thought about it for a brief moment, you wanted to say yes but you were so exhausted that you just wanted to go home and take a nap before work.

"Thank you, but I think 'I'm just gonna head home." She smiles, understanding as she stands up. "Okay, maybe next time then." You agreed before she walks off, bidding you goodbye. As you stood up you grabbed your bag, swinging it over your shoulder. You kept looking up at yoongi who was cleaning off the whiteboard, as soon as you made it to the exit you heard Yoongi say your name softly. You took a deep breath before turning to him. "I need to talk to you." You nodded, walking towards him.

Given the way he has been acting towards you, you thought that he wanted to talk about school, maybe to start complaining about something you didn't do right, according to his impossible standards. "I want to... I'm sorry about what I did and what I said at the club, that night." Your eyes slowly widen, you were shocked to hear him, Min Yoongi apologize. "It was very unprofessional of me, seeing as how you are my student."

He must feel really bad to be apologizing, he would never do such a thing unless he felt like he was truly in the wrong. "Wow, are you apologizing, never thought I'd live to see the day." You teased with your arms crossed and a small smile. He tilted his head slightly with a raised eyebrow. "Don't push your luck." It became even harder to not smile at that. Your eyes traveled to the floor as you became lost in your thought, but only for a brief moment. "I'm sorry too." He stepped closer with arms crossed.

"For what?" He asked, genuinely confused. "You're not the only one to blame." As you spoke he started to see where this was going. "I could've told you off, but instead I enjoyed it." You suddenly realized how sensual you sounded just now, it wasn't your intention but you couldn't lie, you enjoyed the way his eyes traveled over your body. "Yeah, I could tell." He teased. "But with that being said, I don't accept your apology." He walked over to his desk, leaning on it while resting his elbow on his leg.

"And why is that? Trouble." You felt your cheeks heat up and a tingle between your legs as the nickname traveled to your ears. The first time he called you that at the club you had the same reaction and he could tell how much you liked it just now. "Because you left without finishing what you started, just leaving me there." A slight smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he contemplates whether or not he should really be doing this with you.

He has tried so hard to restrain himself from acting on his attraction for you, so many damn times. But after that night he knows he can't resist you anymore. "Fine, I see that words won't suffice for an apology." Your heart started beating rapidly as he walked up to you, his eyes grew dark with lust. He reaches out for you but hesitates, he didn't want to cross that line, yet it was getting harder to see that line to even care anymore.

He gently brushes your hair behind your ear, caressing your face. "Well, I'll just have to make it up to you some other way." He slowly leaned in, licking a stripe up your neck. Smiling against your skin, he was amused at how you let out an airy moan. He wanted to hear more, he wanted to know what you looked like when you came, and he was determined to find out. Suddenly he lifted you off the ground, out of shock you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He walks over to his desk, brushing off his things and placing you down on it, unbothered by the mess he made. "You sure about this, Trouble?" You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a kiss. This was the first time you felt his lips against yours, his were soft and sweet. Once you pulled away, he looked surprised and pleased. "I'm sure." You spoke as you pull his tie undone and unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it off his body.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulder as his lips find yours again, holding your waist with one arm. After sliding his hand under your shirt he pulls from your lips, leaning down to your neck. "No bra, huh?" With a chuckle, he softly bites down, making you moan. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you were planning for this to happen."

"And even going as far as to wear this short skirt." He drags his hand to your abdomen and down your leg until he reached the hem of your skirt. With every movement of his hand, your breath got heavier in anticipation. He lightly rubs his fingers across your panties and smirks. "Already so wet for me and I've barely touched you." You felt your cheeks burn with how much you were blushing. "What is it that's turning you on so much?" He speaks in your ear ever so softly before kissing your neck.

"Is it my hands, touching you here and here?" He rubbed your back, making you aware of his left hand, then pressed against your clit lightly harder, making you aware of his right hand. "It is my voice?" All this teasing was driving you insane, you knew that he knew exactly what it was that was turning you on. "Or maybe it's the fact that your teacher is in between your legs, getting ready to make you cum on his fingers." With one hand he pulled your shirt over your head, throwing it on the floor.

He then pulled you closer into his chest, feeling your naked body against his. "You want to cum on my fingers?" He whispered in your ear before playfully biting your ear. You moaned, unable to think straight. "Aww, nothing to say, you're usually so talkative, so mouthy." He pulled his hand away from your pussy, amused at your disappointed expression. "Come on Trouble, you gotta tell me what you want otherwise how can I make you feel good." You feel him press his groin against you as he places both hands on your face, making you look at him.

"So I'm gonna ask you one more time and I expect an answer from you." He rubs his thumb over your bottom lip before asking you. "Do you want my fingers?" He looked into your eye with such intensity that you had no choice but to obey him. "Yes... but I would much rather have something else." You glanced down at his bulge. "Cute, but I'm not sure you deserve my cock just yet." He grabs your legs and spins you around as he walks to the other side of the desk. "What happened to making it up to me?"

You gripped his pants playfully, clearly horny and needy. "Trust me, I'm going to more than just make it up to you." He lifts your legs and pulls your ass closer to the edge. He slid off your panties, throwing them off to the side. "Now, lay back." He demands before sitting in his chair, placing one of your legs over his shoulder while spreading the other out. Feeling a bit embarrassed and exposed, without thinking you pushed your skirt down to cover yourself slightly. Your hands were suddenly pulled away as yoongi giggled and lifted your skirt back up. "Don't get shy now, Trouble."

As he held your hands in his, he teasingly licked a stripe up your inner thigh. He could feel you squirm from the frustration and anticipation, he softly bites your thigh as he releases your hands. "Now, be a good girl and relax for me." He stands up, hovering over you as he slides two fingers between your folds, creating circles on your clit. As he leans down to your neck, he softly bites down causing you to let out a shaky moan, while gripping his arm that was holding himself up.

The sensation of his mouth on your neck and the way his fingers are working on your sensitive clit was driving you crazy. He slowly slides his middle and ring finger down your folds until he made contact with your entrance, slipping them in. Just before you moaned out he pulled your lips into a kiss to muffle the noise. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders pulling him closer to you, feeling his skin against yours.

He sped up the pace, pumping his fingers faster as he released your lips before slightly crouching down. As he fucked you with his fingers he softly took your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Immense pleasure surged through your body, reaching your limit. “That's it baby, cum for me,” he said as he continued to work his tongue on you. You couldn't resist the feeling and let out a loud moan as you came instantly.

As you laid there breathing heavily, he pulled his fingers out, licking them clean of your juices. “what a sweet troublemaker you are,” he states between licks. He hovers over you for a moment to softly kiss your lips before helping you up. As you sit on the edge of the desk, he bends down to sit in his chair. As he sits there he rubs his hand over his bulge while his eyes travel your body. "Since you're being such a good girl for me," As he spoke he slipped off his pants and underwear, letting his cock spring free.

"Why don't you come and get your reward." He smirked as he watched you bite your bottom lip. You slid off the desk, crouching down to your knees before grasping him in your hand. You gave him a few pumps before lowering your mouth onto his tip and slowly swirling your tongue over the head, while seductively looking up at him through your lashes.

He couldn’t help but curse under his breath as he felt the warmth of your mouth. You slowly took him in, bobbing your head up and down. You intentionally kept at a slow pace until you could feel his hand in your hair. Softly brushing his fingers through, he groaned out of frustration. "Come on baby, don't tease me." every move of yours was agonizingly slow, and the more time passed the tighter his grip on your hair got.

But suddenly you squeeze your thighs together upon hearing him speak. "Please... faster, deeper." His voice was low and soft as he begged. You never thought you would hear him beg and sound so needy, it was extremely hot, you wanted to hear more. Without responding, you slowly took him in deeper until you felt him reach the back of your throat. "Fuckk." He hissed as you hold him there for a few seconds before coming up for air.

Before you could continue he stops you. "Enough! I need to be inside of you now," He pulls you along as he sprung up from his chair, spinning you around and lifting your leg up on the desk. "You like it when I'm rough with you, don't you?" He gently gripped your neck, holding you close to his chest as he spoke in your ear. He chuckles as you nod your head, not trusting yourself to speak. "I want to hear you, Babygirl." With his free hand, he slides his cock between your folds, teasing you.

"So when I ask you a question you need to answer me properly." He angled himself at your entrance and slowly pushes all the way in, letting you adjust. You let out a loud whimper of pleasure as you slightly reached your arms around you, holding his hips. He licks a strip across your neck before softly bitting down. You tap his hips, signaling for him to move but instead, he slides one of his hands down the front of your abdomen to your pussy and slaps down. "Fuck." You cried out as you slowly pushed down on his cock.

"You know, you never seem to have a problem cussing me out." He wrapped his arm around your waist, preventing you from moving. "So why don't you be a good girl and use your words, Trouble." Having him inside you and not fucking you was torture but at the same time, you were loving every second of it. You lifted up one of your hands that were on his hips to his hand that was still around your neck, holding on before finally speaking. "Please Fuck me," Your voice was filled with lust and desire.

"What a well behaved little whore you are." Suddenly he pulls half-way out than slides back in, started at a slow pace. With each thrust he would get deeper, burying himself inside of you. “You’re so fucking tight.” He nearly growled. You started to push back onto him in time with his thrusts. “Oh f-fuck,” You moaned, feeling him thrust faster and faster. Yoongi groaned at the sensation of your tight slit wrapped tightly around his cock.

"Is this what you want, you what my cock buried inside your warm cunt." He rubbed a hand up your body until he reached your breast, massaging, and pinching your nipple. "You feel so good, so fucking good." He purred as leaned his head down, pressing a kiss on your neck as his hips worked roughly. "Yes, just like that, push back on my dick." He praised you. His cock dragged against your walls, causing you to moan uncontrollably.

You started to clench around him tighter, indicating that you were close to cumming. “You want to cum?“ A muffled yes escaped your lips before you felt his hand release from your neck. "Bend over." He commanded as he put a hand on your back, gently guiding you down against the desk. “Oh-my-fucking-god!" You cried out as he held your hips, balls deep, speeding up his pace. "I want you to cum for me, cum on that dick, babygirl." He was trying to get you to cum before he did, but with each second it was getting harder for him not to just bust right then and there.

You felt the coil in your stomach tightening, signaling your quick approaching climax. "Who owns this fucking pussy?” You were so lost in the pleasure that you weren't paying much attention, but what came next was sure to send you over the edge. He delivers a smack to your ass to urge you to answer him. “You do! you own this pussy.” You cried out right before you felt yourself reach your second orgasm within a short time. He started to slow down his pace yet fucking you harder.

“That’s it baby, cum on my cock.” He continued to fuck you to his own release, causing you to be overstimulated. He knew you were sensitive but he was so close he couldn't stop yet. "I'm about to cum, just hold on a bit longer." His thrusts started to get a bit sloppy and his grip on your hips tightened, you knew he was about to cum. Right after noticing how close he was, he pulled out. "Holy Fuckkk." he moaned, dragging the words out, pumping his cock a few times before cumming on your ass.

Heavy breathing filled the classroom as you laid there and yoongi hunched over you, slightly exhausted but satisfied. He plops down into the chair behind him, just looking at your perfect ass that was on display for him. "Damn, I always knew you were a freaky little troublemaker." You giggled, not being able to contain your joy. You started to lift yourself up Yoongi immediately stands up, stopping you. "Wait," He stands behind you, reaching to the left of his desk and opening the drawer, getting the tissues.

"Let me clean you off first." After he cleaned the mess he made, he helped you stand up then gripped your chin, turning your head slightly before kissing you, causing your cheeks to heat up. As he backed away you pulled your skirt back down, putting the rest of your clothes on. "Shit!" You shouted as you looked at the clock on the wall. "What, what's wrong?" He asked as he was buttoning up his shirt. "I'm late for work." You started to walk away but Yoongi grips your arm.

"Wait, before you leave I need to tell you something." You gave him a curious look, wondering what was so important. "I never wanted you to think that I hated you... or to make your life hard." As he spoke he seemed uncomfortable, like he wasn't used to apologizing. "But I gave myself no choice, I didn't want to cross that line but I guess I failed, happily."

He spoke almost like a shy teenage boy, it was a cute look on him. "I'm sorry, anyways I'll give you a ride to work." You didn't say anything but smiled at him, making him wonder what you were thinking. "What?" You lifted yourself up to your tippy-toes and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, I appreciate you for apologizing." A small smile formed across his lips, he leaned towards you but you placed a hand on his chest. "But with that being said, don't give me special treatment just because we had sex."

He chuckles at your assumption. "And what makes you think I'm giving you special treatment?" You raised an eyebrow and smirked. "You're apologizing, offering to give me a ride, and didn't you just try to kiss me, again." He rolled his eyes before leaning in slightly closer. "Maybe I just like your lips and selfishly want to kiss them again." You gave him a looked that said, Bullshit. "Okay, maybe I am giving you special treatment, but I do like your lips and want to kiss them again." You released your hand from his chest, letting him lean in and kiss you.

"Once I walk out that door special treatment ends." He softly bites his bottom lip and just nods. "Okay, now I really have to go," You grab your bag and walked to the door but suddenly Yoongi spun you around, kissing you again. Longer and with more passion, his hands found your ass, giving it a squeeze. "Just wanted to give you one last kiss for the road." He just smirked at you then looked down at his watch.

"You better get a move on it, Trouble."

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vanderlindemorgans · 4 years ago

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Cross My Heart (Chapter 4)

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x Reader

Rating: Explicit/18+

Summary: A traitorous Agent Whiskey returns to the United States on the run. Being cast out by Statesman, he soon finds that you’re the only person he can turn to - the embittered former flame from years long passed

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: Eventual smut, some references to alcoholism and drug use. Reader is in her late twenties but there is an age gap between her and Whiskey. Chapter specific warnings: heavy drinking, someones arm gets broken, also some very vague mentions of a shootout, reader is in denial about being in denial (so the usual pretty much)

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You thought it would just be one coffee. One simple mistake as a result of you being extra tired, or something like that. You’d give it to him, hear his stupid little remark meant to rile you up, and then it’d be done - it would never happen again.

Here’s the thing, though: you kept making more. After that day, every morning when you woke up, you’d grab two coffee mugs and make one for the both of you - yours with extra cream, his straight black. You knew he liked to add a shot of whiskey to his, even though you pretended not to notice when he not-so-discreetly pulled his flask out. Whatever he needed to get through the day, you shrugged, watching him out of the corner of your eye. You certainly weren’t about to judge him for his drinking habits in light of your own less than stellar track record.

Neither of you dared to mention it so far. You hoped to high heaven that he wouldn’t: his little tease on that first day was barely enough to get under your skin though it had stuck to the back of your mind every morning you woke up. You’re not getting soft on him, are you?

Shaking your head furiously, you let out a low frustrated sigh as you moved to reach out for the bottle of wine next to you once more, flicking off the top and pouring almost a good half of the bottle’s contents into your glass. It was a Wednesday night but you didn’t much care - if the hangover was that bad the next morning, and it never usually was with a shiraz, you’d get some painkillers and get on with your day. The same thought as before repeated itself in your mind again, doing nothing short of vexing you further. Partially because you were worried it was true. Maybe you were getting soft on him. Maybe you weren’t as strong and stubborn as you thought if Jack Daniels had managed to worm his way back into your heart.

No. That couldn’t be it. You tossed your head back and indulged yourself in a rather large gulp of wine, letting the liquid rush down your throat in a desperate attempt to dilute the pitiful nonsense that had filled your head. What a ridiculous thought. You weren’t falling for Jack Daniels charm once more. No, you simply wouldn’t do that. You knew better than that. You knew that underneath that smooth facade was a flitting and emotionally unavailable man, the man who had broken your heart and made you suffer for what felt like evermore. You may have felt pity on him for his fall from grace, but anyone else would if they saw the state of him. Discarding the glass off to the side, you wanted to laugh at the simple absurdity of such an idea. Are you always this stupid with a wine-addled brain?

Speaking of the devil, you heard his footsteps from up the stairs, taking you by surprise as you were certain that he was asleep by now. You crocked your head to the side, your eyes travelling up the stairwell to the small part of the landing that was in your immediate vision - you couldn’t catch a single sight of him. Shrugging to yourself, you returned to your almost empty glass of wine, feeling that familiar haze descend over your brain with every sip you took. This was fine. You could let yourself be swallowed by the alcohol, maybe even enjoy the fact that your nerves were loosened for just this once. If it could take all that shit away, then you’d gladly let it. And as for Jack? You’d continue on as you were: barely acknowledging his existence, and regarding him as nothing more than a ghost from your past. That’s what you wanted, right?

You’re lying to yourself and you know it.

Blinking your eyes rapidly, you stared out into the space in front of you, your mind lost a million miles away while you were in complete and utter astonishment over those few words that had crossed your mind. Things were quiet, still, even peaceful in a way, only for a second anyhow. That was before the rush came, that incensed anger that flashed across your mind for barely a moment, settling down into something resembling vague annoyance, directed at none other than yourself. Where the hell did that come from? For god's sake, get a grip on yourself. Standing up abruptly, you didn’t even stumble as you advanced back over to the liquor cabinet, dropping to your knees and scanning the tops of the glistening glass bottles under the dim lamp light. Your eyes landed on the bourbon you had stashed at the back and you reached out for it, carefully lifting it above all the others despite your intoxicated state. Resting the bottle against the palm of your hand, you let your fingers trace the grooves in the molded glass, a small bit of hesitation working its way into your mind, hesitation that was swiftly kicked aside in favour of that pesky little buzz that danced around the back of your head, that stupid little crumb of self doubt that refused to fucking leave.

Guess I’m gonna need a bottle of something stronger to kick this shit.

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He didn’t know why he kept watching you. You weren’t doing anything particularly notable - you’d decided to take one of the horses out for a ride, practicing vaulting and the like. He remembered you’d once told him that as a young kid that you’d entered a number of equestrian competitions, and even won a few - he’d seen the trophies gathering dust on the mantle and the cute photos of you posing with your chosen horse, Buttercup, as a child. You explained years ago that you’d stopped participating in competitions but still liked to take the horses out for a spin every once in a while as a way to relax and clear your head. As he watched you now, he could already see the stressors of the day melting away from your visage, leaving only a steely focused expression in its wake as you cleared another jump.

It was the first time in weeks he’d seen you truly relaxed at all, or showing any sort of emotion other than your usual show of cheerfulness you splashed on for the customers, woven with a current of underlying stress and irritation. Seeing you like this couldn’t help but remind him of better times: you’d taken him out on the horses more than a couple of times when the two of you were together. Jack had always labelled himself as something of an animal lover, ever since he was a kid. He didn’t, and hadn’t, had any pets for a good ten years now though at some point long ago he wanted something similar to what you had - a nice ranch situated out in his home state of Kentucky with a bunch of animals and his family. That dream had seemed so close to him once that he could have sworn it would be a reality yet fate wasn’t so kind to him in that regard. The memory of it all alone hadn’t ceased to become any less painful to him: seeing the broadcast on the news of a shootout down at a local convenience store only to get the call moments later confirming what he’d already feared to have happened most.

Not a day passed where he didn’t wish he could go back to a time before that day, where even the simple idea of having a family didn’t seem so foreign and unattainable. He felt himself grip onto the wooden bar of the veranda just a tad bit tighter the longer his thoughts fixated on it, though the sound of a piercing shriek immediately brought his attention back to you, his eyes darting around in a frenzy, determined to know what had caused you to cry out in agonising pain. Upon seeing your body lain flat on the ground he rushed forward, vaulting himself over the edge of the varanda and calling out your name. “Are you alright, sugar?” he shouted, throwing open the gate to the ring and racing over towards where you were lying. The faint sounds of you whimpering did nothing short of send him into panic mode, seeing how much it hurt you to move only adding to his worry. “I’m fine, I just...the dumb horse got spooked by something and bucked me off” you groaned, struggling to pull yourself up, leading you to let out another loud yelp when you tried to move your left arm.

Swooping in to catch you before you fell, Jack gently reached for your arm and pulled it towards him, his eyes widening the moment he caught sight of the horrific fracture done to it. “Darlin’, don’t lie to me, you’re not fine. Arms are not meant to look like this!” he stressed, studying your eyes intensely, trying to gauge if you had some sort of a concussion. They were slightly glazed over, and your gaze kept wandering from him as if you were having trouble focusing. “How’s your head feelin’, sweetheart?”.

“Kinda dazed. Hurts like a bitch as well” you grumbled, leaning your head against his shoulder slightly. Every bone in your body felt like it was screaming at you like some sort of symphony, the pain in your arm being the worst of all. Your vision had also become slightly blurry and kept splitting double every few seconds, only contributing to your general haziness. Your thoughts were running a mile a minute, scattered around your brain and refusing to slow down. Suddenly, you felt yourself being lifted off the ground and up into Jack’s arms, your head lolling slightly against his forearm as he carried you back up to the house. Running through your memory, you couldn’t really remember what had happened fully: you had just made another jump and were circling around the ring to gain speed for another when suddenly you were on the ground and your horse, Molly, was a few feet ahead of you.

Jack brought you up to the varanda and laid you down on the bench, grabbing one of the old decorative throw pillows you had to rest your head on.“Stay here for a moment, I’m gonna get you some ice, then I’m gonna call an ambulance and get ya to an emergency room” he instructed before ducking back inside the house.

“Is that really necessary, Jack?” you shouted out after him, leading him to stick his head back out the door to look at you incredulously. “Sweetheart, your arm is broken and you're clearly concussed. I think the situation more than calls for it” he replied with a deadpan tone, disappearing back into your house to find you some ice. Resting your head back against the pillows, you turned to see Molly trotting around near the edge of the fenceline, acting as if she hadn’t just thrown you off her back for no apparent reason at all.

“Yeah, just had to buck me off, didn’t ya? Thanks asshole!” you shouted out, doing your best to ignore the persistent throbbing in the side of your head and the dull ache from where your arm was rested. Thankfully, partially due to the concussion probably, it didn’t feel as bad as before, though at the same time you could have just simply become more tolerant of the pain. Not to say it didn’t still hurt like literal hell or that it was any less easy to take notice of.

“Honeybee, I get you’re in pain but yelling at the horse isn’t doing anything” you heard Jack say to you as he made his entrance once more, holding a tea towel containing several large blocks of ice in his hand. Muttering out a small ‘thank you’, you took the towel in your hands and pressed it against the swell of your arm, letting out a small hiss the second you felt the sharp sting of the cold on your skin. “I know yelling at the horse does nothing, but it’s making me feel better” you grumbled.

“Is it? Is it really?” Jack scoffed, subsequently choosing to ignore the sharp death glare you gave him after his flippant remark. “I’ve called an ambulance, they’ll be here to get you to a proper hospital in no time. You really had me worried there when I heard you scream”.

“Oh, so you do care about me after all” you jeered, your signature sarcastic edge seeping through your tone. You shifted slightly to try to position yourself up a little more so that you could face him properly yet as you moved a heavy sting of pain shot through you, causing you to yelp out a little and tense up in response. As if it were instinctual to him, Jack moved towards you and helped you settle back down. “Try not to move too much until the ambulance gets here” he directed. You didn’t know if it was your imagination or not, but you could have sworn his hand lingered on your forehead a second longer than it should have, his fingertips brushing against your skin and leaving a burning sensation in their wake, something that, shamefully so, made your heart skip a small beat. “Now, about me not caring - sugar, when are you gonna accept that no matter what happened between us that I still care about you as a person?” he asked. Shoving those thoughts to the back of your mind, you settled on glaring back at him with a quick witted quip to combat him, because that’s all he was to you: an annoyance, a nuisance, a royal pain in the ass. You were doing him a favour by letting him stay with you. There was nothing more to this.

“Try never, asshole” you snapped, one note harsher than you originally intended. As usual whenever you bit back at his banter, Jack shrugged and rested back into the wall he was standing against. For once, though, you felt bad at snapping at him like that - there wasn’t any need for it, he was only trying to help. Not knowing if you could fully coax the words ‘I’m sorry’ from your mouth, you settled on something less apologetic but still sort of the message across. “But...really, thank you. For, y’know, helping me out here” .

Jack looked at you for a moment, somewhat taken aback at what you’d said before he softened a bit.“Of course, sugar. Call it returning the favour for taking care of me a couple of weeks back” he answered, giving you that sweet smile of his that hadn’t managed to unweave itself from those old memories. And for once, you allowed yourself to smile weakly in return.

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callisto-rants · 4 years ago

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Starting a new ✨series✨ that no one asked for! ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

Callisto-Rants presents...

Here's my Two Cents

Where we just throw down our two cents on how we would change a series to make it better, in our own personal opinion.

[You can Block this tag if you're not interested in this series: #Here's Our Two Cents]

Here's my Two Cents

Yarichin Bitch Club.

Ever since I had the misfortune of having that opening theme song stuck in my head because of countless memes and tiktok edits. . . I have wished for days to have the ability to create a time machine to prevent myself from saying. . .

"okay, fine I'll bite the bullet and check out the source material."

Now if you're reading this and thinking, "huh. I never heard of this series..." let me just tell you, GOD I WISH I WAS YOU RIGHT NOW.

No one was going to tell me this BL Manga about a "pHoTogRaPhY cLuB" wasn't completely INSANE? I was just supposed to find out Three Volumes Later??

Now some of y'all who have read the source material might be thinking. . .

"Okay Callisto, get over it it's obviously supposed to be a comedy it's not meant to be taken seriously 🙄"

And to that I say... I mean I guess??? But do we really need all of THAT to make it a comedy?? I feel like you could still have an entertaining comedy BL Manga without 90% of the shit that goes on in that series..... But that's just ✨my two cents✨ take it or leave it.

FIRST THINGS FIRST, here's all the stuff I'd automatically remove from this series off the bat.

💀 The Gang Bangs.

💀 Teacher x Student Relationships.

💀 In fact all instances of unconsensual acts & sexual assault committed in this manga. Throw all of that away.

💀 the fact that the term Bisexual was used as a replacement for the term switch, and had nothing to do with the sexual orientation itself whatsoever.

💀 The High School Setting.

💀 Whatever the fuck Yuri was on.

💀 90% of the hyper sexualized traits these characters had.

Now here's what I'd change to make it better... Basically here's an AU of what if it was actually a normal photography club....

Actually make it a fucking Photography Club. Not a sex club that's in a fuckin HIGH SCHOOL. Hell, you could just throw this in a college setting too, for more mature themes.

Main character, Takashi Toono a college student that's trying to get out of his comfort zone more. So he decides to join the photography club, because he thinks it's not demanding to require anything of him compared to any other club on campus. He knows completely NOTHING about photography, and doesn't have any passion for the art media. His Character growth would be learning to appreciate the art media While learning what it means to him, as well as who he wants to be as he enters the adult world as a young adult.

Yuu Kashima, can stay as Takashi's love interest. Also, I feel like all the members should have a specific style of taking photos that correlates with their personality in some way. Yuu's photography style would be something the lines of Candid photography which is a type of photography style that's main focus is to take photos in the moment or in surprise. Something he has already done when he took that photo of Takashi. I also feel like Yuu would be the one to keep pushing Takashi to love photography, and understand it's more than snapping a photo.

Kyousuke Yaguchi, can stay as the Love Rival for Yuu Kashima and overall keep his personality? It was actually pretty interesting and I liked his Character dynamics with everyone else. Kyousuke Yaguchi can also stay as the outsider that directly / indirectly influences Everyone else in the club. Causing Takashi to explore his feelings and expand his social group, and make him think about what he wants to capture in his photos. Overall the same interaction between Kyousuke & Yuu Kashima with their rivalry and brotherly relationship at it's breaking point. As well as, Kyousuke and Yui's relationship being tense with miscommunication.

Yui Tamura, I imagine Yui's photography style would be more of Adventure (capturing shots in the great outdoors, usually involving extreme sports; mountain-climbing, skiing, kayaking, sky diving, etc) & Sports Photography. Which could create interesting interactions between Kyousuke and Yui. Cue Yui trying to cover up the fact that, every time the soccer club commissions Yui to take some photos of their club activity to promote their club, all of Yui's photos are of Kyousuke playing soccer. Causing Yui to complain to Kyousuke to get out of his shots and that he's ruining them by being in all of them. So, Kyousuke just shouts back "then stop following me around with your camera, DUMBASS". Just imagine Them bickering, because Yui 100% did not delete the photo he captured of Kyousuke getting knocked out by a soccer ball to the face.

Itsuki Shikatani would definitely be in the club, but only because he prefers to have his photos be taken, more than he likes taking photos himself. He would probably be a cross dresser, who enjoys dressing up in feminine articles of clothing and posing for photos. Everyone on campus who doesn't know Itsuki personally, always asks who the beautiful woman in these photos are, the club president and vice President always just says it's one of their cousins that happen to be in town. If Itsuki had to have a style of photography, it would probably be fashion.

Toru Fujisaki. . . This one is difficult only because his Character is purely centered around Yuki's Character. . . So I'm going to take some creative liberties here. . . Probably really insecure about himself, because he feels like he's a wall flower that's really forgettable, that no one cares about. Although, it's mostly because he's shooting himself in the foot by not letting one have the opportunity to get to know him to give him a chance, in the first place. Until, he meets Yuki who makes him realize that not everyone sees him as a wall flower and someone can notice his nicer qualities about himself that he's hiding away. Toru's Character development in this AU, would be for for him to learn to love himself more and try to trust people to accept him. As well as to expand his social circle with the support of not only Yuki, but the Photography Club as well. At first I bet, he would only feel comfortable with Yuki taking his photos and modeling only for him, but over time he'd let the other club members take his photo when he gets more confident in himself. While also, developing his own style of photography, that isn't just "cute photos of Yuri", it would probably be Still Life or Portrait.

Ayato Yuri, okay first. . . I'm still not over the fact that this boy was written like a deranged feral child, that was given access to a pornhub account way too early in life. While being dropped on his head several times, before and after his first words. Anyhow. . . I feel like Yuri would fit the trope of the genius, that no one understands in any capacity. His mind is 10 steps ahead of everyone else and he forgets to slow down and explain what the fuck he's talking about, when he goes into a passionate rant about photography. With endless rambles about golden ratio, gold lighting and blue lighting, and how he needs these specific props, that don't seem to fit the theme of the photo at all to make it perfect. But despite that, his photos always come out beautifully. No one can deny that his methods might be extremely weird, but they always work out way too well to give anyone the opportunity to chastise him. Anyone trying to work with Yuri often leaves the experience with a beautiful photo in hand, but an enormous headache. Even members within the photography club can't keep up with Yuri most of the time either, he's often in his own little world that just makes sense to only him. He can be a eccentric and passionate about his hobby and goofy to not make people feel too uncomfortable with the huge distance he unintentionally places between himself and others when he doesn't bother to slow down for anyone. But, he still has a good heart to make sure everyone gets a piece of art that'll always be memorable to them. Additionally, with that being said I feel like Toru would be the few people that would consistently attempt to keep up with Yuri, when he's a light year away from everyone else in his rambles. Toru wouldn't shut down and show disinterest in what Yuri says when he can no longer keep up, he's always being supportive and encouraging Yuri to continue because he knows it makes him happy to be able to express his passion. And sometimes, Yuri will pause and explain a bit to let Toru keep up with him, because he just truly appreciates someone trying to get closer to him, without making him feel bad. I would say Yuri is a jack of all trades when it comes to Photography styles. There isn't a single style he is terrible at, but he truly excels at Abstract Photography.

Koshiro Itome I think Koshiro would fit the silent type trope, but with a lot on his mind. Always over thinking things, and although he looks calm his mind is always buzzing with 500 things at once. Because, of this the only way he can find some semblance of peace is by going out for a nature walk and letting the environment take his mind off things. He's always worries about deadlines for projects, meeting up with clients face to face for the first time, whether or not a company will like his photos he submitted, if his boyfriend Akemi is okay, what if he doesn't find anything to take a picture of or if he's missing the perfect shot right now, will the club be okay after they all graduate, what else can be learn to improve his skills etc etc. Akemi can always tell when he's actually calm and when he's just zoned out and drowning in his own worries behind his calm demeanor. Luckily for Akemi, he knows exactly what to do to make him feel better, like a life boat to his pleas for help in the vast ocean of his thoughts. Koshiro is 100% the mom friend in the club, always helping newbies out on how to properly take care of their equipment, and the general basics, stopping people from bickering and carrying around a Mary Poppins bag of useful items. "Damn I forgot to bring my infrared lens with me!" "It's okay I brought a spare, here you go." Koshiro's photography style would be Nature & Wild life, cue everyone wondering how the hell he managed to capture a photo of baby bear and it's mother so close up with such clarity with the equipment he has on him. It should be impossible there's no way he could it's just unlikely, but all Koshiro does in response is just shrugging calmly "I just slowly walked up to them, and took some photos and went my way after I was done, they weren't bothered at all." At first no one believes him, until they see the next photo of him petting the mother bear, and within the next photo of him holding the baby bears paw. I like to think Akemi is always bragging at how his boyfriend is basically a Disney Prince, with the way animals just trust him enough to let Koshiro approach to take the photos. Of course Akemi has the proof that his Boyfriend is not making any of these up. With photo evidence he had taken from a incredibly safe distance away, of Koshiro just interacting with wildlife at such a close distance. Because, Akemi was not in fact gifted the ability of a Disney prince, to be doing that shit that Koshiro pulls on a daily basis. I feel like because of this Akemi can be a bit over protective of Koshiro, always telling him to text him before he goes to work and he gets back home, so he knows a feral bear didn't devour his boyfriend in the woods. He tries his best to join Koshiro while he works so he can be at peace of mind that Koshiro is in fact safe, but they both know it's very difficult for Koshiro to focus. When his boyfriend is being incredibly cute how could he remember he's here to take photos of the wild life and not his boyfriend? That and Akemi always accidentally scares away the wildlife, when he accidentally reads the animals body language wrong as any attempt to devour his boyfriend. Akemi will lose 25 years of his life with amount of false alarms, he has encountered in those damn woods.

Keiichi Akemi, Akemi is definitely one of those smug bastards, that has an ulterative motive or an ace up his sleeve. Appearing sweet and kind until you realize it was a facade. But one way or another you find yourself wrapped up in his convoluted plans, where you're either in his photoshoot as a model or you're carrying all his equipment, while he goes from one job to the next. Akemi's photography style would be Wedding Photography & Landscape something he definitely would've picked up from the countless outings he had with Koshiro in the outdoors. Akemi's friends are almost always married or paired up together, and that's no coincidence. This man is a match-making demon, a hopeless romantic who loves to see a budding romance finally bloom. So, he can snag a fat check when they thank him for brining them together and hire him as the official wedding photographer. His intuition is never wrong about the perfect pairings and how to push the right buttons to move things along, without getting directly involved until the right time comes. Something, that will be a pain in Toono's ass down the line as he stays in the Photography Club.

Overall, I feel like this could've been a really nice BL Manga which was a love letter to the art media of Photography. As Toono figures out what Photography means to him and how he wants to use it to express his feelings. "Why do you take photos? What do you want to say in these photos and tell people without the ability of using your words?" I feel like at first Toono, would just be confused "it's just a photo what's so special about it? You take it as a cool momento for something."

But, as time goes on, and he learns why everyone in the club enjoys photography and why they're here, he learns it's more than that. Whether it be to vent something you're unable to express in words, express your love for something or someone, to tell a story, to inspire others, to feel free, to share something with someone. All these different forms of expression, will let Toono figure out what he wants from photography and how he plans on expressing it.

Also instead of the whole "have sex with someone in one month or we gang bang you against your will" dilemma. . . I feel like another suspenseful situation could have been, "Create a photo album, that will impress all of us in one month, or you have to help us all out with our next projects." Which at first doesn't sound terrible, until you remember...

Yui is a thrill seeker, and would probably push you off a cliff to snag a cool photo. Or force you to be his pack mule as you climb up serval mountains.

Itsuki would force you to cross dress and model different fashion styles to make you look like a clown for his own amusement. All the while he revels in your shame, and points out how these colors don't suit you at all, but ignores the fact he's the one who put you in that outfit in the first place.

Yuri is such a wild card that you honest to God don't know what the fuck will happen to you, it'll be like being on an acid trip the whole time. And not knowing what will happen brings you more fear than knowing what will.

Koshiro would probably bring you to a wolf den full of hungry ravenous wolves, and let you accidentally get eaten alive by a pack of wolves. While he takes pictures of puppies, without a care in the world.

Akemi... Akemi just scares Toono, he seems like the safest bet out of everyone else. But Toono knows better to trust that sweet smile. Toono would be safer walking into Satan's house than spend a day with Akemi at work. Whatever he would have planned for them if he were to lose this challenge would not be good for his sanity. He hates how he knows Akemi wants just that for Toono to know he's not going to be safe either. Akemi would probably make him cry with prying questions about his romance life. While hitting too close to home with all his assumptions about him that he can't argue back. It's losing battle from there on out.

The only problem for Toono is Everyone in this club is so different, that it's almost impossible to be able to impress them all. None of them agree, which style is better or having almost anything in common photography style wise. Toono can't just half-heartedly replicate anyone's style either, he's going to actually try and fail miserably to understand this art media better, like everyone else. I think after losing the challenge and spending time with everyone, Toono would come to really like the club and everyone else in it.

And that's my ✨two cents✨ on how this story could've been better if it didn't focus too much on the whole pwp aspect.

Take it or leave it.

#Here's Our Two Cents #Callisto Rants #yarichin b club #god i hope one day i forget this series exists #and no I don't care if there's people out there who like this series unironically y'all do you!#just wanted to rant on how i would change this story to make it less hyper sexualized 乁| ･〰･ |ㄏ #not trying to say y'all should be cancelled or something silly like that #Takashi Toono #Yuu Kashima #Kyousuke Yaguchi #Yui Tamura #Itsuki Shikatani #Toru Fujisaki #Ayato Yuri #Koshiro Itome #Keiichi Akemi #basically a huge rant post #AU where it's actually a fucking Photography Club hcs

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chilling-in-the-dark · 4 years ago

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The Golden Cage Part 1: Post Room

This is a yandere story; it mentions elements of obsession, possessiveness, death, murder, kidnapping, imprisonment, and mental abuse. If any of this is triggering for you, I understand, and you don’t have to read it.

So you know how I said I might end up writing a thing for Zuko, well things happen and here’s part one of five will be flipping between what I’m calling pre and post room chapters, that I’ll make sense in a bit I promise. Anyways here’s Yandere Zuko a thing no one asked for, but you got anyhow.

Zuko smiled softly when he entered your chambers, you’d always had that effect on him, and he didn’t doubt that you always would. Zuko hoped that one day you’d act like you used to around him, back when searching for the Avatar had been a hopeless dream, the last shard of hope he’d had. You’d smiled so freely back then, and you’d been full of backtalk and witty banter, all in all, you’d been exactly what Zuko needed in his life.

For now, Zuko would content himself to spending what few precious hours of free time he had with you, in his mind, it was never enough. Still, he also had a hundred-year-old mess to clean up, and it was going to take more than the five years that had passed since he’d taken up the throne to really get that job done, but for now, it seemed things had come to a bit of a lull.

Zuko had told you as much, while you fidgeted with the golden handcuffs on your wrists, it almost made you want to laugh how well they fit your current life. You were a bird in a golden cage longing to fly free, and yet you clung to your captors every word because his daily visits were the only time you got to speak to anyone.

All of the servants were under strict orders not to talk to you; they were only there to bring you items you asked for from a list the Fire Lord had approved, a list that shrank after every clever attempt at escape. Currently, you were only allowed meals that you could eat with your hands unless Zuko himself was present, because you’d stabbed a guard in the eyes with a pair of chopsticks in your last effort to flee. That had also been the incident that had earned you your shiny shackles. Since the staff now feared for their lives, it was the only way that they would still serve you.

At least that’s what Zuko told you when he was putting them on.

You couldn’t remember how long ago that was, it had to be a few weeks at least, or was it months, it was hard to keep track of time in a room with paintings of the outside world where windows should be. Your body had to figure out its own type of rhythm, and it seemed to have a general sense for when Zuko was going to arrive because there hadn’t been in repetitions of the first time you’d been asleep when Zuko arrived.

You’d woke to the sound of the prince’s Fire Lord’s heartbeat as your head lay on his chest, once that would have been a welcome sound, but now all it did was send a jolt of fear down your spine. Though that had been ages ago, it still gave you an excellent incentive to be awake when he arrived. In fact, right afterword, you’d stayed up for nearly a week straight and had only relented because he’d had the servants start slipping sleeping medication into your tea.

The next time you saw Zuko, you made some snarky comment about drugging prisoners; after that, he didn’t return for a week, and you learned your lesson about calling yourself a prisoner. Zuko seemed to think that you were still his girlfriend.

In your head, though, you’d always be a prisoner. Even if you were dressed in the finest silks, and ate food you never would have dreamed of in your days as a wanderer, you would never be able to truly enjoy it because all you’d wanted was freedom. You’d gladly give it all up just to be able to feel the sun on your skin again or hear the wind whistle through the trees. Sure, most nights growing up, you’d slept on the ground because whatever your mother was running from, it had made her want to avoid people, but at least you’d been able to count the stars. Now all you had was the lavishly gilded ceiling above your head, and in your mind, it was a poor comparison.

If Zuko ever noticed your reluctance to talk, he never said anything, the only time Zuko honestly expected a reply was when he asked you a question. Even then, he was so caught up in his delusions that he was happy with one-word answers. The question he posed today was one that made your heart sink, no not sink the ship you’d stowed away on sinking was what got you into this mess. The question made your heart drop was a much better way to describe it, you decided.

“Do you think we should get married soon?” There was so much hope in Zuko’s eyes as he asked that question, but you were sure the only thing reflected in yours was dread. You knew this day was coming; after all, you might not have been sure how long you’d been down here, but Zuko had visibly aged. It had to meant that years had gone by. The only thing you could do now was stall.

“Perhaps, but I’d like some time to think about it, when to get married is a big decision after all.” You weren’t going to lie to yourself; there was no if to marrying Zuko; there was only a when, and you had every intention to stall as long as possible. You may have finally given up trying to escape, but that didn’t mean you were ready to give in to your captor entirely.

“Perhaps a walk would help you think,” Zuko said as he offered his hand to help you stand up. You didn’t want to be left alone again, and angering Zuko seemed to be the fastest way to have that happen. After the chopstick incident, he hadn’t come down for what seemed like forever, and you weren’t ready to face that again, so you accepted his offer. What harm could a walk around the room, do anyways?

Except it wasn’t just a walk around the room, for the first time in five years you stepped foot outside of your chamber without immediately getting thrown back in. You were so happy you could cry, and a single tear really did roll down your cheek when he took you to the courtyard.

The stars were more beautiful then you remembered as they twinkled above your head, and the smell of grass. You hadn’t even thought about it, but now it would haunt your dreams because you knew you were going back in that room this was just some whim of Zuko’s, but still it was the closest thing to freedom you’d had in years.

Yet you knew you were still a bird in a golden cage this freedom was only temporary, it was a clever ploy to give you hope that maybe just maybe if you married Zuko, you’d get to see the outside world more. You hated yourself because it was working.

“Zuko when we get married, would I get to come out here more,” You did your best to suppress the fear in your voice. Either you did a good job, or Zuko’s selective hearing had kicked back in because he smiled at you and kissed your cheek.

Physical contact was something you’d had to learn to tolerate from Zuko because it was the only way you’d get any. At first, you’d fought it, and he’d relented giving you your space, he said he understood what a big adjustment your new lifestyle was, but you quickly became so touch starved that you basically threw yourself into his arms one day.

“Of course, though I fear you’d be rather busy a lot of things have been neglected at court in my mother’s absence, though the most pressing matter is the staff, it desperately needs tending to. Some of them are older than Uncle, and they still haven’t been allowed to retire because no one thought to find their replacements, and apparently, no one thought to arrange schooling for the servant children. So, unless corrected soon, our next generation of servants might not even be able to read.” Zuko paused for a second to think before continuing, “but I don’t see why all of that can’t be handled from right here.”

You knew Zuko was a man of his word, so if he said that you’d be allowed out of your room, even if it was just to handle court business, then he meant it. If you married Zuko, you’d be allowed to go outside, you’d be free. You weren’t even aware of how far your definition of freedom had fallen, because this had you ready to say yes on the spot.

“You know what Zuko, I do think it’s a good idea to get married soon.” You knew you were giving in to his desires, something you’d promised yourself you wouldn’t do. Yet here you stood bending to Zuko’s whim because he’d given you something that should have been your right. The person you were before the room would despise who you’d become after it.

“How does three months from now sound?” Zuko asked with a tone you could only compare to excitement.

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red-0ak-tree · 4 years ago

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joplittle action 20 + dialogue 1!

20. Not-wanting-to-let-go hug + 1. "Is everything okay?" White Ribbon Nights

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The dining room was empty as Thomas collected the glasses from dinner. He could hear the noise from the smoking room, Crozier and his guests sharing stories over a nightcap of brandy and cigars. Thomas hoped they wouldn’t be up long. He was accustomed to showing guests to their rooms at the end of the night, but tonight his feet were aching and the sooner he could wrap up down here and get to his own room, the better.

Crozier didn’t host frequently. He was really rather solitary, all things considered, but decorum demanded that he host some of the Admiralty on occasion. It was always a relatively simple affair, less than a dozen guests over for dinner and drinks. Captain Fitzjames nearly always attended, he and Crozier had grown close after the discovery of the Northwest Passage, though Crozier still tried to deny he was entertained by Fitzjames’s tall tales. Thomas Blanky was a frequent guest as well, along with his wife Janine. Blanky always made Crozier laugh. That was good.

Tonight Lieutenants Graham Gore and Henry Le Vesconte were in attendance, too. That was as good as it was bad. Gore was a kind man, who always greeted Thomas by name as though he were a friend and not just a member of Crozier’s household staff.

Le Vesconte was troublesome though. He matched Fitzjames drink for drink and fed into his storytelling. That usually meant an extra two hours before anyone made it to bed for the evening.

Crozier lived far from town, and his house was big enough to room half the Admiralty. Nobody left for the evening after dinner at Crozier’s house. They tucked themselves into guest rooms and left the following morning after being fed on tea and toast, and whatever else they required to pacify lingering headaches and the aftereffects of good alcohol.

Tonight there was another lieutenant in attendance. Thomas tried to keep his eyes to himself but it was always difficult with Edward Little in the room. A fond smile crept over Thomas’s face as he reached Edward’s abandoned seat and began to clear the glasses.

There wasn’t a name for what they shared. Thomas didn’t need to name it to know it was true. Stolen kisses in the belly of the ship, whispered confessions in Little’s narrow bunk on Terror, and now, whenever they could, furtive glances and hurried sexual liaisons in the many rooms of Crozier’s greathouse.

Thomas collected Edward’s empty wine glass. There was a slip of ribbon twisted around the stem. Thomas smiled in earnest, then.

It had started on Terror, before they ever overwintered at Beechey. They’d shared enough glances by then, brushed hands far too often for it to be by accident. Their first time together was messy and hesitant, cramped in Crozier’s storeroom. They learned after that to take it slow. To set aside time for one another, even when time was scarce.

A ribbon, tied around the stem of a wine glass, passed from tray to Edward’s spot at table meant Edward should expect Thomas in his quarters that night, after the rest of the ship had bedded down. Edward would return the ribbon after a day or a week, tied around the stem at the end of dinner for Thomas to collect with his nightly tidying. A promise, a summons. Thomas always went. The lieutenant was a generous lover.

It continued even now, back in England. They were all celebrated sailors now. They had been welcomed back as heroes after discovering the Passage. Even Thomas had been allowed a bit of the honor, his name in the paper, a nod from the Admiralty. Nothing truly changed, though. When Crozier returned to sea, Thomas followed. When Crozier remained on land, Thomas served him.

And when Edward Little wrapped a white ribbon around the neck of a wine glass, Thomas took his meaning and found him under cover of night.

Thomas removed the ribbon and tucked it in his pocket. He finished collecting the glasses and took them to the kitchen to be washed. He tidied the dining room, then took a tray of drinks to the men in the smoking room.

The air was thick with cigar smoke and laughter filled the air. Le Vesconte was waving a hand toward Fitzjames, nearly knocking the tray from Thomas’s hands as he stepped toward the lieutenant to offer him drinks. Thomas stepped back deftly, careful to keep the drinks balanced, and felt a hand on the small of his back.

“Sorry, Jopson,” Le Vesconte said, reaching toward the tray and taking a drink. “Didn’t see you there.”

“Careful now,” a familiar voice said just behind him. Thomas nodded at Le Vesconte and turned toward Edward, who dropped the hand he’d outstretched to steady Thomas.

Edward was smiling lazily, only half his mouth responding to the command. He had a cigar in one hand, elbow bent, smoke curling softly from where he held the cigar just away from his shoulder. His shirtsleeves were rolled up on his forearms.

“Brandy, sir?” Thomas asked.

“Thank you.” Edward took a small glass and held it up, as though toasting a cheers to Thomas. He sidestepped Thomas to return to the spot on the sofa beside Gore.

Thomas took a turn around the room, and told Crozier to call for him when they were readying for bed. He felt Edward’s eyes on him the entire time. He’d never been very subtle. Thomas didn’t mind. He liked it when Edward watched him.

It was another hour at least before everyone departed for their rooms. Thomas made sure everyone’s hearths were warm and well stoked, bid goodnight to the other men, and found his way to Edward’s room at last. He didn’t knock. They never knocked on white ribbon nights. Thomas was already expected, and knocking might alert other members of the house to strange going ons. It was better to slip in silently.

Edward was standing near the window when Thomas entered. He shut the door quietly behind him. Edward didn’t turn. His hands were buried in his pockets as he surveyed the moonlight. Thomas padded across the room and rested his hands on Edward’s hips briefly before winding his arms around his trim waist, hugging him from behind.

Hands, warm from wool pockets, came to rest on Thomas’s forearms. He still didn’t turn. That was unusual. Edward wasn’t one to hesitate when Thomas was in his room. He was a needful thing, kissing Thomas messily and shoving hands beneath Thomas’s waistcoat. It was always Thomas that urged them to take things slow, to enjoy one another’s company and languish in the time they shared, even if they never had half the time they wished.

“Is everything all right?” Thomas asked, squeezing at Edward’s middle lightly. He rested his chin on Edward’s shoulder, looking out into the moonlit courtyard beyond the window.

“Yes. Great, really.”

It didn’t sound great. Edward said the words like a curse. Thomas pulled away and nudged at Edward’s hip, urging him to turn and face Thomas in the low light of the room. There was that half smile again, eyes tracing the shape of Thomas’s face. There was a crease between his brows, though. It gave Thomas pause.

“Has something happened?”

“I’ve been promoted,” Edward wet his lips. “Commander, now.”

“Oh,” Thomas grinned. “Well then, congratulations are in order, yes?”

Edward’s frown deepened and the smile he forced disappeared entirely. It pained Thomas. It seemed even when good things befell him, Edward was filled with melancholy. Thomas wondered if there would ever be happiness for him, or if he would always be haunted by a ghost of sorrow. He was a somber man. Perhaps that was his lot in life, just as it was Thomas’s lot to love a man that carried his own raincloud.

“I’ve taken orders.” Edward took Thomas’s hands, turning his gaze to look at their linked fingers. “North again. I’m to lead my own expedition.”

“Edward, that’s great--”

“I’ve already asked. I’ve been assigned a steward by the Admiralty. I shan’t be allowed to take Crozier’s, anyhow, but I did think--” Edward broke off his own sentence with a sigh. “It doesn’t matter. Two years, they said, but it may be more. I’ll miss you.”

Thomas’s first instinct was toward playfulness. To tease Edward, remind him that he’d have his own steward now and the title of Commander, besides. A man like that would never be lonely, would have pick of anyone he liked. But Edward wasn’t that kind of man. He wouldn’t take another lover. Though they had never exchanged promises of monogamy, Edward obeyed it. He had chosen Thomas, and would stand firm in that.

“I’ll miss you, too,” Thomas said honestly. He squeezed Edward’s fingers gently. “But we’ll see each other again.”

Edward sighed, then surged forward to wrap his arms around Thomas’s waist. He pressed his nose to Thomas’s neck, breathing deeply. They were pressed together from thigh to chest, and Thomas could feel the slight tremor of Edward’s breath. Thomas circled his arms around Edward’s back, stroking along his spine.

“Oh, Edward,” Thomas said softly. “You are such a sweet thing. I’ll be here when you return.”

“You might not,” Edward’s voice was muffled against Thomas’s neck. “Crozier is considering a voyage of his own. If you depart while I’m still at sea, it may be years until we see one another again.”

The possibility certainly posed an issue. It was the risk they always took, Navy men as they were. There was never to be any marital bliss for the two of them. No honeymoon on the beach, no lakehouse in which they could retire and enjoy one another. They were men bound by duty, constrained by the laws of the land. They found love in stolen moments. Such was their lot in life.

Thomas sighed and turned to press his nose into the curl of Edward’s hair. The best he could do was to memorize the feel of Edward, the scent of him, the warmth of his hands on Thomas’s back and the width of him in his arms.

“Then it may be years,” Thomas agreed. “And it will be me who comes home to you.”

Thomas began to unwind his arms, intent to step back and take Edward’s face in his hands, kiss him until he understood that no matter the years, no matter whom came home to whom, Thomas would still be waiting for him. Edward didn’t allow it. He tightened his grip around Thomas until the embrace was nearly painful. Edward’s nose was pressed hard against the crook between Thomas’s neck and shoulder. Thomas chuckled, but it was a sad sound. He raised his arms again and clutched Edward tight.

“Darling,” Thomas pressed a kiss to Edward’s curls. “It doesn’t matter how long it takes. It will be hard without you here and I will suffer with every day I’m apart from you. But we will see each other again.”

Edward let out a shaky breath but didn’t remove himself from the embrace.

“I won’t ask you to wait for me,” Edward said. “It’s not a fair thing to ask of anyone.”

“You needn’t ask, and yet I will obey it.”

“Thomas--”

Thomas forced them apart then. He pulled away from Edward and held him at arm’s length, his hands on Edward’s biceps. Edward looked miserable, eyebrows knit, a downturn to his pretty mouth.

“Here,” Thomas fished the ribbon from his pocket and took Edward’s left hand in his own. He tied the ribbon delicately around Edward’s little finger and pressed his lips to the smooth fabric. “I won’t love another until you return it to me. That’s a promise.”

Edward flexed his fingers, looking at the ribbon across his skin.

“Even if it takes years?”

Thomas smiled, soft, warm. He nodded slowly.

“Even if it takes years. Even if we see each other again as old men, hunched and gray.”

Thomas was in Edward’s arms then, and kisses were pressed to his cheekbone, his nose, his lips. Messy and excited, the way Edward’s always way. Thomas soothed him, slowing the kiss, memorizing the taste of him. No matter what the future held, they would always have this. It was worth taking slow, committing to memory.

No matter if they had hours or mere minutes to share, Thomas would savor every second of it. And no matter if the distance between them lasted two years or twenty, Thomas would remember. Remember Edward. He was rather difficult to forget, afterall.

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flightrules · 4 years ago

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Which Kind Do You Want to Be?

Chapter 4: Wanting

Either you're in completely over your head, or you're exactly where you need to be.

Summary: This is a story about trust and kindness, loneliness and loss, belief and transgression. And two people crossing paths just long enough to find each other.

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Relationships and characters: Din/female reader (both similar age to Din in canon), Grogu, and a cameo from Peli.

Rating: Mature? Explicit? Anyhow, grown-up sexy stuff in later chapters. Please be old enough to be reading this kind of thing.

Tags and warnings: Moments of angst, domesticity, kindness, explicit consent, and Din doing his best to be a conscientious parent in the midst of everything. Heads up for descriptions of canon-typical violence, mention of past dubious consent, and a moment of (unintentional) violence between our protagonists. Ending is bittersweet.

You finish the food in your ration tray while he carries the child to his sleeping quarters. You can hear him responding patiently to the child's babbles.

"We can play after your nap."

"Yes I know I promised. Sleep first."

And finally, "See, I knew you were tired." He pats the child's head and tucks the blanket in around him.

The door to the sleeping compartment slides closed.

"He'll be ok alone in there?" you ask.

"He knows how to open the door."

“I didn’t realize how deep that all went," you say as he sits back down across from you. "I never knew the history."

He's sitting with elbows and forearms resting on the table, and it would look casual if you hadn't started to notice how straight he sits when he's uncomfortable. You wonder if he’s practiced this pose, for negotiations maybe. Look like you're off your guard, even when you're not.

“It’s not your responsibility to know," he says. "It's my responsibility to remember.”

“It’s a little like the people from Alderaan, isn’t it?" You're trying to show him you want to understand. "Not very many of them, now. Only the ones who were off-planet."

There's an edge in his voice when he replies. “Alderaan was a place, not a way of life.”

"I guess that's true. And they live out in the open,” you add, acknowledging the difference.

“People don’t hunt Alderaanians for sport." The last word comes out sharp, sounding bitter.

Now you’re not sure what to say.

He shakes his head, looking down now at his gloveless hands. "It's not the same."

You could remind him, A lot of people have lost a lot. You could say, I have, too. You could say, You're lucky. You still have people who would know you. You can tell an old story and they'll recognize the words.

This is not a contest, though. He doesn't need to carry your history along with his.

"Everyone calls you ‘Mando.’ Do you mind that?”

“Names would let them count us. Find us," he says, still looking at his hands. "It's better this way.” He reaches across the table to stack your empty ration tray on top of the child's and then both of them atop his own. "I'll get these cleaned up."

He carries the trays to the little galley, flipping open the panel that hides the narrow counter and small sink.

Even through his shirt, you can see how the muscles in his back move as he turns on a trickle of water to wet a cloth, then begins cleaning the trays by hand.

You could get up and go over there, rest your head against the back of his neck and put your arms around him. He's used to having his hands covered in cloth and leather, but your hands were trained to give comfort. Learning to fight was a necessity, never a matter of pride. Except… over the years it has been. Being good at your job has been something to hold onto, when there wasn’t anything left.

You could stay where you are. You can smash down desire. Consent is sacred: You learned how to respect that even before you understood what those feelings were about. You could get through the next couple days of ship’s time, walk down the ramp at Pavotha, and leave this whole thing behind. Leave behind his complicated story and your part in it.

You’ve gone a while without having anyone to get naked with. You can go a little longer.

That would be the simple choice.

It’s harder to ignore how much you miss just trusting someone. Or how much that’s tied up, in your head, with everything else you’ve been through.

You can let him lead, here, but that only works if he’s telling you where to follow. "I need to know what you want."

He turns to look at you, moving his head and shoulders as if he still had a helmet on and was looking through the visor.

"I need to find the child's people," he says before turning to face the little sink again, and that's not what you meant at all.

"I need to know what you want from me."

"I don't…" He doesn't finish the sentence.

"I'm not expecting you to go through with anything," you say to his back. "I just want to know if you'd rather I keep my distance."

He finishes rinsing the trays and sets them on the narrow counter. "You don't have to."

"Do you want me to?"

He closes the panel and leans against the wall beside it, instead of coming back to sit. "No."

"Can I ask you a question?"

He laughs that short laugh. "You're doing fine so far."

Are you, though? Or are you wading again into depths you don't understand? Your culture’s directness doesn’t always fly in other parts of the galaxy, and you’ve learned to tone it down. But so far it’s gone over fine with him. "What does your Creed say about sex?"

He answers you just as directly. "Be respectful,” he says. “Don't make a child you can't care for."

"But as long as you’re careful, it’s not forbidden?"

He looks puzzled. "No."

"So, you have been with someone. People. Before."

"Yes."

“A lot?”

“Why does this matter?”

“We said, trust,” you remind him, suddenly nervous about whether or not he’ll answer.

He sighs. “If you put a bunch of teenagers together, things are going to happen.”

You’re still guessing you’re around the same age, or he’s maybe a little older. You haven’t been a teenager in over 20 years. “When you were in training?”

He nods, a brief movement. “The fighting corps lived together and fought together. Sometimes people would--” He finishes that with a shrug.

“And what was that like?”

That laugh again. It’s hard to tell if he’s actually amused, or just looking to diffuse the moment. “Mostly it was fast.”

When you were in your teens, you were surrounded by adults who taught you about respect and consent and contraception, and then left you space to be alone with yourself or anyone you invited to join you. You had plenty of partners to learn alongside you, and plenty of time.

“Didn’t they give you any privacy? Couldn’t you spend time with someone if you wanted to?”

“Yes. There was time. They were kind to us.” He seems to think about that. “Some people did.”

Your memories of learning about sex are sweet. Memories of clumsiness and laughter, of first touches and physical highs you’ve never quite recaptured, even in all these years. “Fast,” you say back to him. “Do you want to try something slow?”

The look on his face is hard to read. It’s been interesting to see how sometimes you’re looking at unguarded emotion and sometimes he may as well still have the helmet on.

Eventually he nods.

“Is that yes?” you ask, to be sure.

“Yes.”

He doesn’t make a move toward you, though, so instead you get up and go to him. He’s still leaning against the wall as you step up close. You stand there waiting to see if he’ll stop you. He doesn’t move, just watches you. But when you go to slide a hand slowly down the side of his face, he moves his head away.

“Can we not do this here?”

Here, in the hold? In this spot? On this ship?

“Not like this,” he says. He sidesteps you to move away from the wall. “Anywhere else.”

It’s his ship, his space, but it seems he’s going to wait for you to decide. There aren't a lot of choices. There's the little room where he sleeps, but the child's tucked up in there and you're not going to bother him. You've rolled up your makeshift bed, and anyway although it's been comfortable enough it's not exactly cozy.

Making out in the carbon freeze unit would certainly be kinky, but hell no.

“What was wrong with--” you nod toward the wall where he’d been standing.

He reaches for your hand, pausing just before he touches you to wait until reach back. Then he leads you away from the table, over to the space where the two of you sat last night, leaning against the cupboards with drinks in your hands. “Sit with me?”

You do, and he carefully takes your hand again, his palm against yours and fingers intertwined. “I never had much say in it.” He shrugs. “When you’re seventeen and someone gets you up against a wall and reaches for you. I never knew how to say no.”

That’s... “Is that what you meant by fast?”

He sighs. “There wasn’t anything wrong about it. People needed to work off their energy after a fight. I could have said no. I never did.”

“So the other day when I asked you to--” Stars. “I’m surprised you didn’t throw me off your ship.”

“I’m a little older now. I know how to say what I want.”

“Do you?”

“I know how to say no.” He leans his head back against the wall and closes his eyes. “I know how to provide for a covert. I know I need to protect the child. Besides that? I have no idea what I actually want.” A few seconds later he adds, “How do you know what choices are right, if you don’t have rules to follow?”

You open your mouth to answer and then stop. You haven’t had rules to follow since the early days of the Empire, when your village refused to tithe. Since your people learned to fire blasters, to fight hand-to-hand, to hurt instead of comfort. Since you’d all set aside everything you believed in, to be ready to say no to troops who would come to take your crops, your young people, all that you had.

The Empire had simply flattened your village from the air.

You’d been off-world on a supply run, gathering the few things your people couldn’t grow or make. You came home to ashes and bones.

You separate your hand from his and hold it up between you. Pre-Empire, you’d never even seen bruises like that. “My people would be horrified if they knew. That I make a living with my fists.”

“Your people sound kind,” he says. “Can’t you go back?”

Why haven’t you told him yet? I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want to talk about it. I want to think that they’re still there. “There’s nothing to go back to.”

“Ah,” he says, and it’s the softest sound.

“I know what I want,” you say. “I just don’t get to have it.”

“What,” he says, echoing your own question from earlier, “do you want from me?”

What you want is to spend a few hours back in a time when your muscles would hurt from digging up ground-fruit, not from hand-to-hand combat and dodging blaster fire. When you could catch a man’s eye, share a smile, share a few hours in bed together and know you would part again as friends. When trust was as natural as breathing.

What I want is to pretend that I am home.

“I still want what I offered,” you tell him. “Which was to get naked with an attractive man and celebrate the fact that we’re alive. That was you,” you add, “in case you had any doubt. But what I also want is for you to want it. If you don’t then… It wouldn’t be any fun.”

“You said slow,” he says.

You find yourself smiling at him, and when his eyes meet yours he’s smiling back. “The word for stop is still stop?” you say.

“I’ll remember.”

But then, you’re not sure what to do next. If all he’s known is what he’s told you--You’re picturing him at seventeen, letting someone touch him and not even being sure he wants what’s happening. “Who goes first?”

“Show me.” he says.

You shift up onto your knees to face him, so that you’re kneeling beside him with your own thigh touching his. The first thing you do is brush those curls back from his forehead. He’s watching you as you slide your fingers through his hair, over the back of his head and down, around to his collarbone, then out to his shoulders. You lean in to kiss the side of his neck where your fingers just traced, and the sound he makes is going to make slow a bit of a challenge.

When you sit back, he’s already reaching toward you to echo your movements. For someone with so little experience, his hands are sure as he traces over your scalp and along your neck. But then he pauses. “I don’t know how,” he says, and you remember what he told you before this all started.

You take his hand and lift it to your mouth. “Like this.” The first kiss you place against his knuckles is feather-light. You follow it with lips just slightly parted, just the slightest bit of suction against his skin. He makes that sound again and you set his hand down quickly, before the thinking part of your brain cedes control.

He drags his fingers along your neck again, from the soft place behind your ear down to your collarbone, then uses his other hand on the back of your neck to draw you toward him as he leans forward. His mouth against your skin is clumsy, the feel of it bringing you back to your own first tries, so many years ago.

It makes your nerves light up anyway, a line of warmth running down your whole right side. You find yourself tilting your head to the side so it’s easier for him to kiss you there again.

But he’s already pulling back. “I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“I’m going to ask you a favor,” you say. “I’m going to ask you to stop worrying about that.”

"I’m taking advantage of your kindness.”

At first you’re not even sure what to say. You’re here with him like this because you want to be. You can’t help noticing that he’s gorgeous, but even more than that-- He’s been kind to you.

You’ve seen how precise he is with a blaster, and how quick to use it. Your people would be worried, to see you with a man like this. To see you here.

The tears start before you even realize you’re about to cry.

“Oh. No, no…” He sounds stricken, but his arms go around you without hesitation, pulling you onto his lap and holding you close. He’s resting his head against yours, murmuring against your hair. “No,” he says again, and then words you don’t understand, but they sound so gentle. “Burc'ya… ner burc'ya… ne naari trikar'la...”

You turn your face in against his shoulder, letting the warmth of his body sink into your own.

For a long while, his hands simply rest against your back, palms flat and fingers splayed, and you’re surprised how safe it makes you feel. Like his arms are your own armor, and nothing bad could happen to you here. Eventually though he’s shifting his hands down to tug at your shirt where it’s tucked into your trousers, and you find your body tensing up. It’s not that you don’t still want to feel his skin against yours, to get him out of his own shirt and find out what happens when you drag your teeth over his ribs. But in these recent years… It wouldn’t be the first time a man took what he wanted when you were feeling vulnerable. When a man suddenly seemed to forget the word for stop.

But this man, he just draws his hands up along your back again, palms against your bare skin now, and settles you back against him. All this time, he’s stayed away from the burn on your shoulder blade, as if he’s never forgotten it’s there.

Between the warmth of being so close to him and the soft rumble of the ship's engines, there's a deep tiredness stealing in on you. You're trying to muster the energy to move again, maybe to slip your own hands beneath his shirt, when he speaks above your head. "I should take care of the armor." The sound is a vibration through his chest.

"Right now?"

His hands move down to your hips, and then strong arms are moving your body so you're no longer tightly pressed together. But it's only so he can kiss the place between your shoulder and your neck, much more confident this time. "It can wait."

You're contemplating trying to get his shirt over his head when there's a sound from the sleeping compartment and then a little face with big, dark eyes looking curiously at the two of you.

You immediately drop your hands. "Hi, little one."

He's already moving your body from his lap, but it's careful, not a shove. "Did you have a good nap?"

The little creature tilts his head at the both of you, and then turns and scurries away.

"Did we scare him?"

But the man is smiling, looking where the child went. "He wants to play chase." He turns to you and you smile helplessly back, already smoothing down your clothes and getting ready to stand

He raises his voice a bit, for the child's benefit. "I don't know if I can catch him."

"Go on," you say. "I'll catch up." It's a completely silly thing to say in this cramped ship's hold, but it seems to make sense in the moment.

He nods at you and climbs to his feet, a brief groan betraying how stiff his muscles must be after all this time sitting on the floor. He's off after the child in a slow-motion run, giving him plenty of time to stay ahead.

You spend a little while watching them, the child dodging behind crates, the man pretending not to know where he's gone.

Then, you go join in the fun.

Translation (pardon my awful Mando’a): Burc'ya… ner burc'ya… ne naari trikar'la. Friend... my friend... Don't be sad.

#the mandalorian #fanfic #din djarin x reader #touch-starved din djarin #din djarin needs a hug #reader character also needs a hug

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psychemeanscure · 4 years ago

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PART 12 {Finally! Yay. Sorry for the long wait. Hehe. Enjoy reading y’all~ :)}

“Sung Eunyoung!”

Now it’s her turn.

She was in the middle of checking and signing some papers in her meeting room fresh from a meeting as she expects the thunderous intonation of Jang Taeyoung’s frustrating stance barge in. “What was that, huh? I’ve been seized as a CEO of my own Casino Hotel?! And when the hell did you become friends with that f*cking prosecutor?! Shit! What are you up to, woman?”

He was even pointing a hand from the direction of her glass walls implying the said person whom he actually stumbles upon on his way to her. Continuous grumbles, posing hands on his waist and vigorous stomping of steps back and forth. She can really see his distress indeed. But the hell she cares. She just going to do her thing comfortably sitting on its comfy chair.

Thy woman in front of him doesn’t even give a flinch and was just right there crossing a leg from where she’s seated, unbothered by his menacing presence. He was pissed. But still tried to control his blazing anger. Taking a suppressing breath, pressing his lips into thin line. Gripping on the headrest of her chair while the other on the opposite vacant side. Domineering eyes finally went open gazing onto her.

“Talk to me.”

Thus a resonating sound of her pen being rest down field their silent tension. As her boring gaze landed through him. “As much as I don’t have time for your petty complaints Mr. Jang, fine I might just entertain you for the last time. So what do you prefer to clarify first, then?”

His jaw tightened. It was as if they went back from where they started. Two risk takers who had just met for the first time. “Eunyoung.” His stern announce of her first name as if letting her remember that they aren’t just like the days back then. Yet she did not stir even a bit. Concluding her own assumption instead.

“I’ll take the in order it is.”

“Sung Eunyoung.” It was his warning this time. “The first one then. As far as I remember Mr. Jang, Casino Hotel is entitled under my name. Given that I possess the largest stocks in it. Per se that decisions will only be made by me and mine alone. So I can’t seem to seek where you belong when the last thing I know was that I am still the rightful owner. Am I right?”

She obviously continues her own as she even clasps her hands after. While he was now clenching from his grip. “Sung Eunyoung, please.” His hoping plead still. “Second. Mr. Kim? Oh. I never realize he could be much helpful for me with you as a proof. I should have done shaking his hand earlier.”

“Sung Eunyoung!”

With the defying slump of his palms on the meeting table, he burst out totally. “Is this about the matter of not telling you the reason? Huh?” His cold words to her already, yet the considerate her is nowhere to be seen that only nonchalant eyes been offered for him. “Guess my explanation won’t be needed for your third complaint then, Mr. Jang. You had just answered it by yourself.”

“Then the hell did I just tell you to f*cking trust me, Sung Eunyoung?! TRUST ME, bullsh*t!”

“And you really think I can just accept a petty excuse over a serious business Jang Taeyoung?!”

With a thud of her fist on the papers she had checked, standing up with the same intensity as him. She can’t help to erupt indeed. But the moment she senses the number of stares of her employees by the glass walls, she obliged to calm down. Taking a deep breath as she sits again as if what happened was like a casual thing to do. And If weren’t for the soundproof feature of her meeting room there’s no doubt their loud exclaims were long been a news already.

“Mr. Jang, I bet you also forgotten who I really am. BUSINESS is my obsession. And you dare tell me to trust you? Oh, come on. I’ve been in this industry more than you do, met different alligators all my life only to get stirred by a scavenger who can’t even give a mere valid reason? Tss. I don’t think so.”

A gritted teeth came after him finally as he starts to rest his hands on the table bending a bit of his body forward while arrogantly tilting a head to level their faces. “Scavenger? So I am being addressed as a scavenger now, Sung Eunyoung? Fine, I’ll accept that. But business? Isn’t the pretend fiancé a business to you as well, Ms. Sung? Then how can you compromise the damage when you’re betraying your husband-to-be, huh?”

His threatening tries of words just to be surprised by her sudden shift of emotions as she caressingly cups a hand on his cheek. From lovingly looking at his face as if memorizing every inch of it. To a concern weary eyes staring at him like forever. He was tamed and he can’t deny it when considering the closeness of their faces isn’t helping as well. Not until…

Before a snorted intimidating laugh came in. She even starts tapping his jaw as if astonished by something beyond her imagination. “God! I can’t believe a fearless Jang Taeyoung can be too absorbed by his own role. Or shall I say, am I really that good of an actress for you to get stirred up this much?”

Letting go of her hand from his face then to later cross arms on her chest, leaning comfortably again to its seat. She proceeds. “My apologies Mr. Jang, but Amilia tolerated you enough for her to get tired already. Don’t worry, you do know that I’m a greatest venturer, aren’t you? So yes, I can manage.”

“Enough, Sung Eunyoung.”

Just his cold remarks then to obviously not considered by her. “Betrayed? Oh wow, you’re kidding right? You did it first. I’m just returning the favor Mr. Jang. You with my Nightclub and I with your supposed to be Casino Hotel. Win-win with a twist. Isn’t it exciting?”

“Shi---“

He was halt from cursing indeed when she eventually slaps him hard before he can. “Shitty b*tch? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Jang, you’re too late to realize it, really? You thought I’m just dealing with you without a spare on hand? Jeez. I didn’t know you were this reckless, I pity you.”

He can clearly hear her insults surely for his head was still sided from her slap. He’s truly near of his limit as he can foresee it to later. Closing his eyes as the last hold back turning his face towards her again. He sternly speaks. “Stop. Provoking me. Or you would not like what I might going to do to you next, Sung Eunyoung.”

Only to be answered by her mockery. “Aww. As if I am Jang Taeyoung.” She even dodges his pointing finger by her hand, standing up afterwards diligently stuffing her things, stepping to the direction of her secretary who was now waiting outside. “Anyhow, Mr. Jang. I still have an outside appointment to attend. So if you’ll excuse---“

And that’s it!

He exploded absolutely as she was forcefully pinned through the wall, gripping hands tightly holds into her wrists. And so there’s nowhere for her to escape. She was trapped not like literally but from the piercing stare of the man who caused it as she gives the same coldness he was.

“You don’t know anything.”

“Then you should have told me.”

“You assured me.”

“Well, I can’t remember.”

“Sung Eunyoung!”

With another thud from his gripping hands she flinches, as she felt the much tighter hold he did. But the hell she would fall. She managed to regain her domineering composure indeed. “You would not like to add another evidence for your future interrogation as well. Right, Mr. Jang? Assault will be much a problem you know.”

Understanding what she meant as he can also see the nosy reactions from the outside, he obliged to let go yet for some reason he can’t face her this time. He avoided her gaze by only glancing to the other side. He doesn’t like to accept but he become defeated.

To later felt her hand cupping his cheek again, urging him to face her. Right there they stared in each other’s eyes, cold. So cold as an iceberg can be, little unaware of her next move. She sealed him a kiss. A kiss which for her was something yet for him is nothing. It was deep, that she has to cup another hand with the other to pressed their faces much more and he could have excited him but no, it was empty. He was kissed by a numb lips and he was just being stiffed.

“Consider that as my last gift. Goodbye, fiancé.”

Her bid of goodbye like there were other meaning from it. He wouldn’t know. All he knew was that he was already left alone with the same paralleled event he once did to her, that the only thing he could do is to pass his anger kicking a thing near him.

“Let him be for a while.”

Her secretary knew instantly what she meant without further details. “Yes, ma’am. Are you alright, perhaps?”

“Don’t bother.”

They’re halfway through passing the corner aisle of the employee’s desks when she remembered another one. “Oh, and one more thing.” She purposely scrutinizes her eyes to her employees who’s as well attentive of her presence before turning to her secretary, adamant words she intended to order with conviction.

“Please fire everyone who’s present here if I would hear coherent rumors upon what happened just now. Are we clear, Ms. Yoo?”

Her secretary only bowed at her to later tends to the mass of employees’ sudden gasps, frightened by the possible jeopardy which may come upon them. “You all heard it, right?”

A crystal clear warning of her secretary and it only takes a second before a simultaneous bow of heads as well as a chorus of words they needed to utter can be heard by her ears, dominantly walking the rest of the aisle she takes.

“Yes, ma’am!”

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botwstoriesandsuch · 5 years ago

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Hiii! I was wondering if I could request a revali x reader where revali and reader are best friends and are in love with each other but they’re both too oblivious to notice until one day something happens and they find out? i love your writing! thank you so much😊

Hey there! Sorry this took so long, but here it is! This is gonna be a two parter because I got super carried away with all the banter and scenes. Thanks for the request because I had a lot of fun with this! So, here is

Oblivious Actions Part 1 of 2

4015 Words (sorry it’s so long)

Revali x Reader

It was a perfect day to disobey your elders.

The sky was just waking, strokes of rose and honey painted the edges of the horizon. The wind was crisp, and playful, ruffling through his feathers as he flew. Lake Totori glistened below. Sunlight shone across a bright blue expanse, laced with only a few, white clouds. The plateaus surrounding the area were dotted with pine trees, their umber trunks rooted to the ground. The air was open and infinite. Gliding through the sky and observing the tiny specks of nature below filled him with a sense of wonder. Revali flapped his little wings down towards the forest.

HA! See? I’m already an expert flyer! I can explore as much of the world as I want, without any adults. I’m not a kid anymore!

The Rito baby blush marks that painted his cheeks said otherwise.

Even though Rito under 10 years of age were heavily discouraged from venturing beyond the bridges, Revali had decided he was big enough to go where he wanted. Behind him, the towering spire of Rito Village continued to shrink. To his left, the jutting figure of a wooden horse head could be seen. Hylians are so weird, needing other animals in order to move around. The stable in the distance then drowned into an evergreen sea. Gliding closer to the earth, the view of the sky was now covered with dry pine needles and brittle branches. He focused his attention to what was under him, trying to find a safe place to land. The breeze cooled and quickened. Revali angled his wings downward, trying to move his body to land gracefully among the trees.

He would fail.

There was a small clearing in the middle of the grove, a dirt path that travelers would use to hike between Warbler’s Nest and Rito Stable. Supposedly, following the trail even further up would lead to the infamous Hebra Peaks, a mountain range that lay just outside the view from his house, full of secrets and sights that no one has ever explored. Being the child that he was, naivety clouded his judgement, as Revali had ignored the warnings given to him about monsters nestled in the woods. The Rito was desperate to get out of the village in any way he could, even if it meant learning to glide all on his own.

Trying to plan his descent, he positioned himself at an angle, moving his weight backwards, ready to land. His feet shifted forward, ready to grip onto something solid, but the wind suddenly changed. It’s direction altered only slightly, but it was enough to catch him off guard. Flailing his wings, Revali tried to catch the current under his wings again, but it was no use, the current keeping him in the air was gone, and his baby wings weren’t big enough to flap a large gust of his own. A stray branch knocking into his side, the little Rito tumbled into the dirt.

“Gaah!” he grunted, panic coursing through him.

Revali plunged through the trees, not unlike how a snowball tramples down a mountain slope, picking up debris as it rolls. Falling through the branches, his feathery features caught sticks, leaves, and pinecones, until he connected with the earth with a thud.

“…ow…”

The impact caused dust to cloud around him. It got in his eyes and settled on the edges of his feathers. The dirt wasn’t the worst place to land, but it still hurt. His crash had broken a few branches, causing a couple of pinecones and leaves to break loose. One stray, falling leaf hovered through the air, delicately. Its flight was much more elegant, dancing in the wind. It landed gracefully on the tip of his beak, its cinnamon hue and crinkly features mocking him. Revali blew it off with a “hmph!”

Sitting in the dirt, Revali brushed off the dust and twigs on his tunic as best he could. It was one thing that he had snuck out of the house, but coming back all dirty wouldn’t do either. Mumbling to himself, he sat there, taking in the sights and sounds of the woods. A much better setting than sitting in the house all day. Then there was an abrupt shuffling in the bushes.

Looking up, Revali searched for the source of the noise. Getting to his feet, he picked up a twig and held it in front of him like a sword. Was it the monsters everyone had warned him about? His heart quickened, his mind raced. The trees still swayed in the wind, and the birds and bugs chirped, but suddenly everything was looking a lot more ominous. Another rustle. He hastily faced his left side, where a single dark green bush greeted him. Do I move closer? Back away? Revali was frozen in place. Finally, he dared to whisper.

“W-who’s there?” he asked.

Instead of a cliché silence, his question was immediately answered with a loud scream from the bush.

“AHHHHH! IT’S TALKING!” the bush yelled.

Revali followed suit and screamed himself, as it was only natural to be scared of shrieking plants.

“AAHHHHHH!”

“AHHHHHHH?!”

This exchange of confused and fearful yelling went on for a few seconds. A few sparrows took off for the sky, startled by the noise. Then, silence took hold again, with only the wind brushing through the woods. The bush and Revali stared at each other for another eternity. Finally the bush spoke again.

“Why are you pretty?”

“AGH?! What?” the Rito took a step back, bewildered. “W-wha…what’re you talking about??”

Suddenly, a small face peeked out from the bush. Their eyes were wide, and curious, but their expression was still wary. “I said, why are you pretty? Monsters are supposed to be ugly.”

Revali tightened his grip around the twig. “I’m not! You’re the one hiding in a bush, so you’re the monster if anything. I’m a Rito!”

“A Rito?” a small, Hylian child stepped out of the bush. They were wearing a maroon tunic, along with stable gloves and boots. The collar of their shirt was lined with cotton. A loopy scarf, that was far too big for them, was wrapped around their shoulders, etched with the emblem of the Hylian Stable System. Their hair was messy, probably from hiding within the bush. Gripped in their hands was their own makeshift sword, a wooden spoon. They waved it in Revali’s direction. “You’re way too tiny to be a Rito. The ones who visit the stables are always taller than my mom.”

“W-well, then maybe you’re mom’s short!” Revali sputtered out.

“Nuh-uh!”

“Ya-huh!’

He stomped his foot. “Obviously, I’m not a monster. I’m just of a… different height, because kids don’t leave the village without supervision. It’s only the adults you see. So quit being dumb. I mean, I can talk can’t I?”

The Hylian crossed their arms, tapping the spoon against their elbow. They considered his argument… I guess a tiny monster couldn’t eat me in one bite anyhow. “Fine then. If you’re not a monster, then you should have a Rito-sounding name, right? So what is it?”

Revali held his beak in the air and turned his back, crossing his own wings in imitation. “Hmph! Well why should I tell you when you’re a complete stranger! I thought you were a monster too, you know.”

The Hylian squinted their eyes thinking. “Well… fine. Your name probably sucks anyway! Thanks for scaring me half to death, tiny Rito!”

With that, the child turned around and started marching back in the direction of the stables. They made an effort to pound their boots on the ground to make as much sound as possible. Revali was left with his beak hanging open. How dare they! They’re the one with a sucky name, whatever it is.

He ran behind them, trying to catch up. He fluttered his wings to shake off any other dirt and twigs. He matched their pace, and puffed out his feathers. “I’ll have you know that I have a supercool nickname! Nicknames are always cool, therefore my name doesn’t suck. So, Ha!”

The Hylian raised an eyebrow. “Well, what is it then? What’s your fancy name?”

“They call me…” he stopped and posed, both wings outstretched in front of them, “…the Supreme Master of the Sky!”

They Hylian clutched their stomach, laughing hysterically. “HA! There’s no way that’s true. I saw you crash through the trees earlier! Some master you are, that’s probably even dumber than whatever your real name is.”

Revali narrowed his eyes, “Nuh-uh!”

“Ya-huh.”

“Hmph! Well at least I have a cool nickname. I bet you don’t even have one!”

“Nope. People just call me [Name], because my name is already great and I don’t need dumb nicknames or titles.” They stuck out their tongue at him.

Revali made a dumb face in retaliation, before responding. “Fine, if you won’t call me that, you can just stick with ‘Revali,’ and you better remember it!”

[Name] shot him a look, then huffed. “Yeah. Sure.”

The two of them continued their walk through the woods. Revali trusted it was the route back to the stable. They talked and jeered, laughed and scowled at each other, their conversations about nothing in particular. At one point, the Rito attempted to show off by gliding through the air. It would end with another crash, and the Hylian child chuckling.

“It’s cause you still have a bunch of stuff tucked in your wings!” [Name] said with a sigh. Removing a pinecone and several bits of dried leaves, they cleaned up the rest of Revali’s wing. When taking out a twig, they accidentally took out a feather.

Revali yelped, “Ow! What was that for?”

“I’m so sorry! I was just trying to get rid of this.” [Name] chucked the twig over their shoulder. The feather they had taken out was mainly white, but faded into a deep, indigo color at the bottom. It was like a star had shot across the sky, and its streak had colored this single, delicate feather. [Name] brushed it against their fingers, and stared at it in awe. It’s so pretty.

“Pfft. I know that. Anything from me is great.” Revali’s feathers puffed up in pride.

Oh no! Did I say that out-loud?? “Uh…yeah.” [Name] mumbled. They suddenly became very interested in the condition of their boots, turning their head to the ground as the two of them walked.

A silence fell between them. Then,

“Can…can I keep this?”

Revali cast them a glance. “Uh…sure, why not. Not like I need it anymore. I’ll have plenty next time I molt.”

[Name] looked up, eyes wide. “Really?! Are you sure? This doesn’t, like, curse me or anything right?”

He scoffed. “No, of course not. It’s just a feather. I’ve seen adults trade them all the time. It’s fine. Whatever…”

The large horse head was now in front of them. The trees were more dispersed, and piles of lumber scattered the ground. The muted colors that decorated the stable billowed in the wind, the breeze blowing loose cloth and banners across the sky. To the left were the wooden bridges. They led up to a towering spire, the familiar shape of Rito Village casting over the two of them. The two of them stopped by the back side of the stable. [Name] forced themself to plaster on a grin.

“Well, guess I’ll see you never!” they jeered.

“Ha! If I’m lucky, I’ll never see you or your wooden spoon again!” Revali stuck his tongue out at them.

After staring at each other for another eternity, [Name] finally turned around and ran back towards the entrance to the stable. Revali then began his walk back over the wooden bridges.

The next day, Revali would be punished for sneaking out of the village. His grounding would include having to do extra chores, specifically by having to help around Rito Stable for the rest of the month, much to [Name]’s surprise. Neither of them minded.

- - - - -

Years Later…

- - - - -

The Champions had arrived.

The letter had reached the village around a week ago, but they had come a day earlier than scheduled. But, that was to be expected, as the princess was always eager to go out and explore the shrines. The sun was set high in the sky, Rito Village’s shadow cast down on the woods below. The breeze exposed the pine cones nestled in the trees. The birds sang a familiar tune. However, the state of Rito Stable was very much unusual, or at the very least, uncustomary. Hylians and Rito alike were bustling. What was usually a quiet setting was now full of life and movement. People scrambled to set up decorations and supplies, most of which was being transported towards the village. Some were preparing lanterns, others setting up bright blue banners, adorned with the Hyrulean Family’s crest. The colors of the stable were now even brighter than usual, even the Rito flying about added streaks of bright colors in the sky. Children ran through the boxes of cargo, and stable hands moved barrels of goods towards the bridges that led to the towering stone spire. Among the chaos, a few individuals were chatting by the roadside.

“I’m just saying, I don’t wanna accidentally break the bridge! It wouldn’t be the first time something like that has happened…” Daruk scratched the back of his head, chuckling.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. The bridges are sturdy enough to handle the strongest of winds, after all.” Mipha gave him a reassuring smile. She glanced at Urbosa for confirmation, “Don’t you agree?”

The Gerudo nodded, “There’s no need to worry about such things. The whole point of throwing a party is to sweep your worries away. Besides,” she cast a glance towards a particular Rito’s direction, “we owe it to everyone who worked hard to organize it to be there. Isn’t that right, Revali?”

The Rito Champion was busy observing… something, but it was clear he wasn’t listening. He kept watching people file in and out of the stable, as if waiting for something. Revali kept fiddling with the edges of his blue scarf, smoothing it out to make himself more presentable.

“Revaaaaaali?”

“Hmm?” Finally snapping out of it, he turned to face the other Champions. “Ah yes, sorry. Daruk, there’s no need to be concerned, if you break the bridge all the Rito are perfectly capable of flying home, so it won’t matter anyhow. Plus Lake Totori is quite refreshing, so when you fall—”

Urbosa elbowed him on the side, cutting him off. He mumbled something about practicing honesty. She sighed, “Why did I expect you to add something genuine to the conversation…”

Revali scoffed, “Tsk. Your mistake.” Mipha gave a small laugh. The Zora princess tilted her head before chiming in, “Revali, Urbosa does have a point. You’re going to come to the celebration this time, yes?” The Rito Champion had a habit of not attending events that weren’t necessary or mandatory. He had skipped out on nearly every noble party, feast, and nightly social gatherings, on the pretense that “diplomats were boring,” “it’s utterly useless,” “I didn’t come here to socialize,” and “I’m busy doing something that’s actually important.”

However, it would be a bit more difficult to opt out of something that’s held right in your hometown. Revali turned and sighed. “Unfortunately, my schedule is quite clear for tonight. So, unless something more significant comes to my attention, I suppose I’ll attend the damn p—”

“HEY! IS THAT THE SUPREME MASTER OF THE SKY I SEE?”

The Champions turned in the direction of the voice. The feathers on Revali’s neck fluffed up in surprise, or was it embarrassment? Well, some sort of combination of the two. A Hylian stable-hand, carrying an assortment of wildflowers in their arms, made their way towards the group.

Mipha snickered, “Master of the Sky?” The Rito shot daggers in her direction, before facing back towards the stable-hand.

“Are you ever going to live that down? I was six. I think I’ve grown out of that.”

A bright grin grew on the Hylian’s face. “Hmm. Not vertically you haven’t!” They stood on their toes and used a hand to pat the feathers on the top of Revali’s head like a puppy. “I mean, you’re taller than me and I can still make fun of you for being a short Rito. That’s an achievement all on its own!”

Daruk didn’t try to hide his laughter that time. Revali shot more daggers at the Hylian. Although no one could notice it (and he would certainly never admit it), there was the slightest creep of a smile on his face when they patted him. He responded with his own quip. “Funny hearing that from someone who awarded themselves the title of ‘Number One Horse Boss,’ don’t you think?”

Their cheeks flushed, their grin was replaced with an awkward smile. “I was nine…”

“Oh? Does age matter now?”

The two continued to laugh among themselves about things the other Champions couldn’t really understand. Daruk was scratching the back of his head again, clearly it was new seeing the Rito so carefree. Mipha also watched them curiously. Urbosa’s gaze continued to switch between Revali and the Hylian. She then asked, “So Revali, are you going to continue insulting each other, or are you going to introduce us?”

He quickly coughed and straightened himself out. “Right, sorry. Well, esteem fellow Champions, this is [Name], they’ve been working at Rito Stable for as long as I can remember.” He wrapped his wing around their shoulder, pushing them forward. “Say hi, [Name]”

Snapping their attention to them, [Name] turned to greet them with a beaming smile. They excitedly shook everyone’s hand, a bundle of wildflowers still in their other arm. “It’s great to finally meet you all! Revali’s told me so much about you guys.”

Urbosa raised an eyebrow, looking at Revali. “Oh, what sort of things has he said?”

Before he even had a chance to stop them, [Name] gestured to Daruk. “He said that your optimism and laugh are very contagious,” they turned to Mipha, “And that you’re one of the nicest people he’s ever met.” Mipha blushed, Daruk had a grin plastered on his face. Turning to Urbosa, [Name] added, “And he said that you basically act as everyone’s mom in the group.”

Revali suddenly stepped in front of them, his feathers were puffed up. “AAAAAND NONE OF THAT IS TRUE OF COURSE. THAT WAS ALL A JOKE, A DUMB JOKE I TOLD A LONG TIME AGO. I GUESS THEY DIDN’T PICK UP ON THAT, OBVIOUSLY URBOSA ISN’T ANYONE’S MOM HAHA YEAH GOOD JOKE [NAME].”

Urbosa put a hand on her chest fake offense. The Rito turned back to [Name]. “So you’ve met everyone now, maybe now’s a good time for you to leave and not say anything else about our old conversations, got it?”

“Oh! Wait before I go,” [Name] took a wreath of yellow wildflowers from their arm, “The, uh…the Rito children were making these flower crowns…I, uh…I thought you all might want some..?”

[Name] draped them over Revali’s head before he could object. The flowers were a bright, bumblebee color, with small blushes of white. It matched well with his indigo and white feathers. “See? Now you look, uh, pretty…” they said. Their cheeks were beginning to rose in color.

Urbosa took three flower crowns from [Name], blue, green, and red in color. She took the red flowers and placed them in her own hair. “Thank you [Name]. I’ll give these other two to Link and Zelda. He’s off somewhere chasing the princess near the shrine at Tabantha. So I’ll just give them these later.”

[Name] nodded. Daruk took a pink flower crown, the salmon color bright on his white hair. It was more of a bracelet if anything. Mipha draped some on her own head, the pure, pearly white hue seemed to glow along with her other jewelry.

Revali then took lavender ones. “Don’t forget yourself, don’t think you can escape without also wearing one of these ridiculous crowns…” He gently set them on [Name]. They mumbled a meek “thank you” to Revali.

“Awww” Daruk gushed, “you both look cute together.”

Revali and [Name] stared at him in confusion.

“Uh, yes. The flowers are pretty…neat.” the Rito mumbled.

“Yeah,” [Name] whispered, “It’s pretty…swell…?”

Another silence fell over the group. Urbosa seemed to be barely holding it together, ready to snicker at any moment. But [Name] didn’t notice, they turned to Revali, slightly flustered.

“And, uh, Revali?” He glanced at them with a raised eyebrow. “Since you’re back in town, maybe we can hang out later? Or tomorrow? Maybe sometime before your big Champion party, we could hang out at our usual spot? You up for it?” Their ears and cheeks were starting to red, perhaps from the cold…

The Rito smiled, “Yeah, I think I can make room in my schedule for it. I’m very busy, but I’ll make it work.”

The two just stared at each other for a moment, both oblivious to the other Champions staring wide eyed at Revali. Then [Name], broke their gaze, giving a forced cough. “Well, *cough* I think I should get back to work. There’s probably a bunch of guests I need to serve inside.” They turned to the other Champions, “Feel free to stop by and I’ll whip up something for you to eat! On the house!” With that, they cast one last glance at Revali, and then started walking back. The purple petals in their hair rustled in the breeze.

“Uh, right. I’ll see you later.” Revali mumbled. He watched them walk away. “AND, um, Y-YOU LOOK NICE!” he called. [Name] turned, fumbling, and gave him a thumbs up, before joining the other workers inside the stable.

Revali turned back to the other Champions. They were all staring at him in silence.

“Tsk. What are you looking at?” he asked with a grimace.

Urbosa finally broke the silence, half laughing as she spoke. “What in the hells did I just witness?”

This cued all sorts of chaos in the group. Mipha started to barrage Revali with questions about his relationship with [Name]. Daruk was gesturing wildly at him, mouth agape, as if to wordlessly ask who are you?? How come you never smile like that when you’re around us? What’s the deal here?!

In the end, it was Urbosa who had to get everyone off Revali’s back. Placing an arm around him, she said, “Ok, now, now. Let’s leave our fellow Champion alone. We’ve been traveling for awhile, so I’m sure he’s eager to get back home without us all pestering him.”

Revali shook his wings and held his head in the air. “Hmph! That’s correct. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Giving a mighty flap, he summoned his gale and took off into the air in one smooth, fluid motion, literally leaving the other Champions in the dust. It seems he couldn’t get out of there quick enough.

Mipha turned to Urbosa with a teasing expression on her face. “Are we really going to pass up the chance to see how Revali’s gonna act around his obvious crush?”

“Oh don’t worry,” a knowing smile spread across the Gerudo’s face, “I’m not gonna let this opportunity go to waste.

- - - - -

“So is it your title as Champion, or Gerudo Chief that entitles you to lurk on my property?”

Revali gave a condescending glare at Urbosa. While it was one thing that she had the audacity to visit him so early in the morning, he was mainly just embarrassed she had caught him with his hair still messy. She gave a smug smile. “Neither, it’s simply my role as a concerned mom.”

The Rito hopped off his hammock. He fitted messy ribbons into his braids, before wrapping a white scarf around himself. Glaring back at her, he added, “Just to clarify, I don’t need any additional parental figures in my life.”

Urbosa sighed. “Just follow me when you’re ready. I’m gonna take up [Name]’s offer on the free food.”

Revali clicked his tongue. “Tsk. I don’t see why it’s necessary that I tag along.”

“Just for the company, we can chat over a drink.”

“About what?”

“Well, I have a few interesting conversation topics,” she turned back towards the wooden stairs, a grin still shone on her face.

“It’ll just be you and me, but I find the topic of your love life quite interesting.”

#lets forget that I forgot to tag this #botw #breath of the wild #legend of zelda botw #loz botw #revali #revali botw #urbosa #urbosa botw #daruk #daruk botw #mipha #mipha botw #revali x reader #botw fanfic #rito

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blue-eyedraven · 4 years ago

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Out of the Frying Pan...

All was quiet within the secure walls of the Hide and Seek on that particularly crisp afternoon, though with the sign hanging in the window, that was hardly surprising; the words 'Closed for business' had been hastily scrawled across the parchment in an attempt to steer away any additional distractions while, inside, Riley continued her work uninterrupted. Relatively uninterrupted, anyhow.

The arrival of a sealed envelope slipped silently through the door's mail slot was soon followed by a short-lived cry of frustration from the woman herself, after which the parchment was violently crumpled and launched clear across the room.

"You know that's not going to hel-"

"Don't." The sharpness of Riley's tone was only amplified by that of her gaze - the corners of which had begun to well up with tears as she glared daggers at her present company. "I'm not looking for a lecture - least of all from you," she all but spat, though the vitriol seemed to have little to do with the individual towards whom it was directed.

"Well, that's a bit uncalled for..."

"They've been through too much!" Riley's arm shot straight out, her index finger pointed towards the door. "They've lost too fucking much - and now they're staring down the fucking barrell again?" Fingers combed roughly back through raven tresses, the heels of her palms pressing briefly against her temples. "And I still can't make myself walk out that fucking door." Her tone shifted some, foregoing its harsher edges in favor of something a little more defeated.

"I can't make myself take that first step," she shook her head, sending a tear streaking hotly down her cheek, "not if that step's gonna lead me back there. To him."

"Your brother may be a little... detached, but he's not a fool. And he would have to be incredibly foolish to try anything like that again."

"Exactly. He'll come up with something else." Riley sat down with a huff and brought an elbow up onto the workbench, arm bent, forehead resting against the backs of her knuckles while she pinched and rubbed at the bridge of her nose. "Something worse." A pained wince overtook her features, forcing her eyes tightly closed and letting herself fall silent for a moment.

"They're getting pretty bad, aren't they? The headaches."

"Putting it mildly," Riley muttered under her breath, not bothering to look up. "I don't know. Maybe he knocked something loose while gallivanting around inside my head, but ever since I got back, I-..." Her ebony brows furrowed; she felt as though she was on the cusp of a realization which was teetering just out of reach. "Where did you-"

"Ey, Blue-Eyes, you 'ome?" Jasper's voice cut through the slowly building thrum inside Riley's skull, yanking her back to the present with jarring swiftness. "I've been thinkin'! Think I got a purdy good lil gig we can hoist up, an' make sure we're not knee deep in shit." As he often did, Jasper announced his arrival by barging into the shop voice-first, his large frame following along soon after.

"Shadows be damned," the curse slipped past her lips in a hushed whisper. She swiped at any errant tears with the back of her wrist and took a slow, steadying breath before swiveling around in her seat to face him. She looked tired, but that was hardly out of the ordinary for Riley. "You and your fucking entrances, Red." Despite the tension in the air, she still managed a convincing smile for the ruffian standing in the middle of the shop's otherwise empty main room.

“Ya know ya love my entrances, Blue-Eyes, don’t lie. If it weren’t fer my big ass mouth, you wouldn’t even know I was comin’ or not.” Jasper snickered, the door closing behind him as he adjusted the wool cap on his head.

"How're things looking out there?" Without being prompted, Riley reached under the workbench to produce two glasses and a half-empty bottle of whiskey - each of which was placed upright and just off to the side. "Have we reached Operation Behemoth levels of fucked yet? Or are we already at Red Avalanche?" The question was posed as she set to the task of pouring a heavy-handed glass for them both.

“We ain’t at Avalanche levels of fucked, but we’re gettin’ close to Behemoth. Shit’s tits up over in Darkshire, Redridge is seein' some action, but Elwynn looks to be holdin' okay fer the time bein' - far as my informants go, at least." Joining Riley at the table, he swiped up the glass she'd poured for him and helped himself to a hearty pull; the shiver that ran down his spine made him sneer, but the whiskey was a good chaser for the topic at hand. His mention of Darkshire made Riley visibly tense, though she did what she could to hide the creak in her jaw with a swift pull from her own glass.

"This is bad, Red." She shook her head, meeting his gaze with a sense of trepidation. "It's one thing when this shit happens out in the middle of nowhere, but this close to the city? A dense population in panic is never a good thing, and I'm not just referring to how fucking crowded this place is." A look of mild derision flashed across her features as she glanced towards the window.

"No shit it's bad, Riles," Jasper said with a chuckle, body moving to lean his back against the table while he crossed his arms, and contemplated his drink. “Doubtin’ it’ll go completely to shit fer a few more days. Maybe a week. But, it ain't like we've never been here before, you an' I. We've been doin' this kinda shit a long time - I might 'ave gotten too fat fer my leathers, but we both know what we're doin." He shrugged gently and took a smaller sip of his whiskey.

“I’m thinkin’ we’ll set up at a choke point, like we used ta, remember?” He took a drink. “An’ as they come swarmin’ in, I’ll keep ‘em at bay, while ya pick off tha stragglers. Or, we can rig up onna them traps we used ta.”

"That could work," another sip from her glass allowed for a moment to further consider Jasper's plan. "I'd like to keep the passage concealed, but if we need to fall back at any point, we'll have a way out there." She paused, head canting slightly to the side. "Or a place to lay low for a while, at the very least. Space will be extremely limited, though, so we'll have to keep that option between us, yeah?"

Jasper hummed, contemplating her proposition. "Ain't ever a day we've 'ad to use that, and you know it." He sighed, knowing that even just bringing up their potential escape route meant she was more than a little worried about their current situation. "You take the boys down there, if it comes to that. Me an' Foxy'll head out to her dad's old farm in Westfall, an' we'll all lay low fer a while, like ya said." Gulping down the rest of his drink, he set the glass back down and nudged it wordlessly towards the bottle. "Whatcha think, Riles? I'll get you the location on a map an' you three can join us there if the city gets compromised."

"If it comes to that." Riley nodded, parroting her friend's words as though reciting some kind of mantra. She refilled their glasses.

"Think you’ll ‘ave my leathers done in time?” The refill was acknowledged with an appreciative nod as Jasper once more took up his whiskey.

"I'll have them finished tonight - just need you to endure one last fitting so I can make a couple final adjustments." She nodded over towards the end of her workbench where several articles of leather armor had been neatly stacked. "Finish your drink - we've got a lot of shit to do, and less time to do it."

(( Many thanks to @jasper-quinn for their contribution, as always <3 ))

#RP scenes #pre-patch schenanigans #Double-trouble #writing

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letsbenditlikebennett · 4 years ago

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Lie to Me || Ariana & Athena

TIMING: Before the S1 Finale PARTIES: @athenaquinn & @letsbenditlikebennett SUMMARY: A running date with a side of honesty... maybe too much honesty.

Something about going for a run with Athena around campus had Ariana inclined to dress with a little more flare than she normally would have on runs. She opted to wear her favorite cropped sunflower tank with her running shorts and shoes that were supposed to match. She could never really tell, which was why she usually opted for blacks and grays, but it was summertime and sunflowers were her favorite. With her running belt in tow, she headed toward the UMWC campus so they could go for their run. It had been entirely too long since she’d seen Athena and she’d meant to hang out with her sooner. Everything just got so crazy and she hadn’t been quite ready to share all of that with her just yet. Today would be nice though. The sun was shining and there were only a few small puffs of clouds in the sky. Plus, she enjoyed talking with Athena and they’d had a great time when they had played soccer together. She held onto whatever happiness she could these days and smiled widely as she approached Athena. “Hey,” she greeted with a wave before pulling her into a hug, noting she smelled really good for someone who was about to be running. As she broke away from the hug, she said, “It’s really good to see you again. How’s summer been treating you so far?”

She liked the time she spent with Ariana. Even though the other girl was a couple years younger than her, Athena found that they had a lot in common. Ariana was the closest thing to feeling like a breath of fresh air that Athena could imagine. She needed this - especially after everything at the lake. As was typical of her, she arrived early and had stretched just slightly. Just so that she could be ready as soon as possible after Ariana arrived. It was a beautiful day. Not too warm, but not too chilly either. Perfect for her capri running pants and tank-top shirt. She’d had a light jacket in her Jeep, but opted out of wearing it. Shortly after she arrived, she spotted Ariana, giving the other girl a small wave before she pulled her into a hug. Tried not to shrug out of it, because she couldn’t remember the last time someone hugged her. Her hands involuntarily balled up, but it wasn’t so bad, after all. “Hey, I’ve missed you!” She pulled away from the hug and adjusted her ponytail. “It’s been okay! Slow to start for the most part, but that’s how things are sometimes. Excited for camp to start in just a couple weeks. How about you, graduate?” She winked at Ariana. “Ready to join the rest of us in the big wide world?”

It was hard for her not to notice the slight tension in Athena as she hugged her and she felt bad. Ariana hadn’t meant to make her uncomfortable, but she seemed to recover so quickly that she didn’t feel the need to slip an apology in. She just noted as much for the future. It was important to her that the other girl felt comfortable with her and that meant respecting her space. Hugging was more out of instinct. It was something she’d always done and hadn’t really put too much thought into it. As long as Athena seemed happy now, it was okay, and she did. Not surprisingly, she thought summer was a bit slow. She sure did like staying busy. While Ariana wasn’t good at sitting still either, well, at least she hadn’t been before Celeste had died, she was content to do less productive active things. She let out a laugh and said, “What? Summer doesn’t have enough credits for you?” Poking fun felt natural and she found smiling was easier than it had been in weeks. The thought made her cheeks flush slightly as she answered, “I can’t wait for soccer camp either. Getting to work with you and the kids will be a blast. Summer has been… well, it had a really rough start so I have to think it can only get better.” The wink Athena gave her was promising. Maybe Orion wasn’t right, but she wouldn’t know until she tried to ask Athena on a proper date one of these days. She figured knowing about the werewolf thing should come first. It was only fair. Plus, Rio had taken it so well, she had to believe Athena would be open to it, too. They could get to that later though. “I guess I am part of the big wide world now. Feels about the same though a little more real now that the sun’s not an actual eyeball.” It looked like Athena had already been stretching, but she threw in, “If you don’t mind, I’m gonna start off with some stretches, too. I feel like I can get a proper run in now that I can get a shower in and know there won’t be any eyeballs joining in on the fun because, ugh, creepy.”

Ariana wasn’t like other people who Athena usually spent time with. That didn’t matter though - she was nice and the two of them seemed to get along well. She had to admit that she was a bit disappointed that the other girl hadn’t decided to go to UMWC, but part of her also felt the slightest twinge of jealousy at Ariana making her own way in the world. Not that Athena minded - but there was still a certain part of her that would have liked going elsewhere for college. However, everything she had to do here was more important. She didn’t have to think about any of that right now, though. Today was a day that she could spend with Ariana, just enjoying her time. With a normal sun, again. “Yeah, not taking courses for the summer does me in.” She giggled, giving a small shrug. “Yes! The camp’ll be a total dream, and a good part of that’ll be the fact that I’m going to have a dream co-teacher. No offense to Holly or whatever, but having someone my own age will be nice. I’m glad that’s helping to make your summer look up. Or, you know - that it’s looking up in general.” She nodded, “yes - it does feel more real now that the sun is its normal self again. Also absolutely, I only just started so I could use some more stretches myself.” Athena twisted her body back and forth a little bit, loosening her shoulders as she did so before folding into triangle pose - yoga could work for pre-run stretching, after all. “Did you have to deal with eyeballs in the shower? Ick! I’m so sorry. If that happens again let me know, because my house got missed somehow and you could’ve come over.” She gave a wave of her hand, “regardless, happy all things are back to normal.” Athena held up both hands, fingers crossed. “I can only hope we get a bit of time at least where it stays that way.”

To a degree, Ariana could understand Athena’s motivation to stay busy. She’d never been one for sitting still herself and preferred to be doing something. Schoolwork just never seemed to do it for her. It always just made her more antsy and filled with energy that she needed to get out. It was interesting to her how they could be so similar and so different. She found their differences only made her admire the older girl even more. The thought left an unfamiliar flutter in her stomach that she laughed off. “I’m hoping the whole soccer camp and apprenticeship will keep me busy enough.” She couldn’t help how wide her smile grew at the mention of having a dream co-teacher. “We are kind of a dream team, huh,” she pondered, “Holly does seem great, but I’m more excited about working with you. Well, and the kids, but kids are adorable and their excitement is contagious. Like how could you not love that?” It seemed by the way she spoke of the sun, that she probably knew about the supernatural. Orion knew and took her own identity surprisingly well. She could only hope Athena would do the same. She noticed how Athena seemed to move so gracefully as she stretched and incorporated yoga poses in. She found herself mirroring the motions and feeling the relief in several different muscles as she did so. “Yeah, they were really not fun,” she explained, as she began to copy the triangle pose Athena was currently in, “At least I wasn’t doing too much at the time, so I could skip a shower or two because it was gross.” She cracked a grin, “I appreciate that, I’ll definitely keep that in mind if the shower goes on the fritz again.” As she stood up fully again, she tilted her neck to each side and cracked it as she tried to ignore her nerves. If she was ever going to act on her crush, she wanted to know she could tell Athena about who and what she was. “So,” she started, scanning Athena closely, “given you’re not too weirded out about the eyeball sun, I guess you know about all the stuff that goes on in town? Well, probably not all of it, but at least like-- well, you know.”

“I bet it will. Those are both two things you seem incredibly passionate about,” Athena’s smile matched Ariana’s, “well of course. Holly’s good, she can wrangle the kids who decide they don’t want to listen to anybody, but I wouldn’t go out for coffee or dinner with her, no matter how much I admire her. You, on the other hand, I’d happily go out to dinner with. Did we talk about going to the Red Dragon? Because we have to, sometime.” She twisted her body back and forth, stretching out her back for a moment as the two of them continued to talk. “The kids are great. You may walk out of camp with a number of drawings to decorate your room.” This was nice - Ariana was nice and even though they’d met mostly on accident - after all they’d agreed to meet up after only talking online, but Ariana was wonderful as far as Athena could tell, and another small smile crossed her lips as the other girl mirrored her movements. Though Ariana was not quite as precise in her movements, she did have a good handle on things. “I think that if there ever was a reason to skip showering, that is absolutely a good reason. Besides, it’s not like something like that would have gotten you too clean anyhow, so really, you’re doing yourself a favor. Regarding showering at my place, don’t even mention it. I’ve got my own bathroom and everything.” She watched the other girl stand up again and look over at her. “Yes.” She bit her lip. “I’ve lived here my whole life and so I know some things.” A lot of things, actually. “I’ve always been logical, I think. Perhaps due to my namesake,” she winked, “but I also believe in not just explaining things away and blaming the weather or escaped animals.” She looked over to Ariana, “do you - you know, know? Is that why you’re asking me?”

Ariana couldn’t help the suggestive smirk on her face as Athena explained she wouldn’t go out for coffee or dinner with Holly. Sure, Holly was a bit older than them, but the way she spoke did leave her some room to read into their situation. “Is that so,” she asked easily, eyebrow slightly cocked, “We did talk about a lunch date, I believe you even said it was your treat, but I won’t hold you to that. I’m just happy to spend more time with you.” She kept it light, maybe even a little flirty, but honest. Even if her crush was unrequited, she still enjoyed being Athena’s friend and could respect that. She kicked a leg up and held her ankle in her hand as she stretched out her quad. There was still a smile on her face as she replied, “That’s way too cute. I love it already.” She easily nodded along in agreement that the shower thing was sucky, but found herself getting slightly nervous as she contemplated how to tell Athena, well, everything. It was clear she knew about everything and Ariana adjusted her ponytail as she answered, “I know know. I’ve always known, even before White Crest.” With her hands clasped behind her back, continuing to stretch, she let out a deep breath, “So I’d kind of like to start off with I’m sorry for how much I’m about to dump on you, but I like you. Like I actually like you which is totally cool if you don’t feel the same way. I just think it’s important for you to also know some things about me before you even think that first part over.” Her hands fidgeted behind her back, still feeling unsure of where to begin other than the start. “So my sister is a hunter-- well, was,” she choked a bit, her throat feeling impossibly dry as she realized what she said, “That’s-- Crap, I didn’t mean to start off like that. If I’m already sounding totally crazy, I can just-- I don’t know, stop.”

“It is so,” Athena grinned, though she noticed after a moment that Ariana’s smile had changed into one that perhaps might have meant more. Athena shook her head - though she considered herself decently close to Ariana, she didn’t know the other girl quite well enough yet to read more into things, “and I am happy to pay. Though I am pleased to hear that you do not just spend time with me because I am willing to buy you things.” She winked. “It’s a date.” Athena continued to watch the other girl’s fluid movements, nodding along to her comments. “It’s the cutest.” As Ariana continued to talk, Athena felt her chest grow tight. Which was odd - normally, if she found out someone else knew about the supernatural it was more of a relief than anything else. It meant she didn’t have to talk about excessive oil spills or severe air pollution or escaped animals in order to explain away what happened. So why did she feel her heart rate pick up? Then Ariana was apologizing and emphasizing like and Athena’s mouth felt dry. “I - it’s okay.” It was fine for someone to have a crush on her, even if that someone was a girl. Even if - Athena shook her head. She wasn’t going to focus on that right now. “Celeste was a hunter?” She paused. “Was? Ariana, what happened?” She stepped toward the other girl, running her hand through a piece of loose hair. “I - you don’t sound crazy.” I’m a hunter too, she almost said, but refrained. “You can tell me anything.” She pulled her hand away, offering the girl a small smile. “I met Celeste - I - I’m so sorry you lost her.” She bit her lip, waiting for Ariana to continue.

If there hadn’t been so much left to tell Athena, Ariana knew she would have been beaming at the use of the word date. She could only hope that the other girl would still want to hang out with her after she told her everything. Her brother hadn’t seemed bothered by what she was and seemed to think Celeste had been a great woman. Given, he was right on that count. Still, telling Athena felt different. She knew the crush she’d developed hadn’t helped put her at ease and neither did the way she started. Starting with Celeste’s death was already something that was hard for her to talk about. She couldn’t keep her hands still as she took a deep breath, somewhat relieved that Athena encouraged her and let her know it was okay to tell her, but also still dreading the words that came next. “I probably should have not started with that,” she said with a slight tremble in her voice, “I hadn’t realized you met-- I’m sorry.” She tried to blink away the tears beginning to well up. She didn’t want Athena to pity her, but all of this was an important part of who she was. “I’m a werewolf and my sister was a werewolf hunter,” she blurted out, immediately kicking herself for not having a little more tact than that, “I should probably throw in that I’m not like ‘grr’ and all.” She nervously did a little claw hand motion which looked ridiculous with how misty her eyes were. “Well, I mean unless you’re secretly a deer or rabbit… or a gator. Florida was a time. Okay, okay, got a little off topic there. It’s kind of a long and crazy story, but Celeste rescued me back when I was three the night my parents died. We were on the run for a really long time because her parents didn’t take kindly to the whole her rescuing a werewolf thing. They had a bounty on us and prom night-- they drugged and kidnapped me from prom which was… Celeste died saving me.” The words had come flying out of her mouth almost faster than she could even think of them and she looked to Athena expectantly, trying to figure out how she was processing everything she’d just dumped on her.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to say sorry.” Athena could feel her heart grow tight in her chest. She knew hunters died. She’d been told as much since she was young - but she also knew many hunters who’d lived longer than expected. Heck, she planned to be one of those hunters herself. She was not going to die young - and Celeste - Celeste had been talking about applying for nursing school. “You’re,” she could feel her whole body tense up. Her rings felt all the more present. No. No, there was no way. “Oh yeah?” She could feel the knife pressed against her hip bones. She could hear her mother’s words - “All werewolves are vermin, they’ll kill you faster than you can blink. Always be on your toes.” She could see her brother on the ground, the giant, far too big to be real, even, wolf on top of him, moments away from clawing his throat out. She could feel the feeling of the cold silver pipe in her hands. She could see the wolf, dead on the ground. “Of course.” She practically squeaked, her voice too forced. “Well, luckily I don’t own any red capes so I guess I don’t have to worry about that!” Was this trying too hard? “I’ve never been to Florida.” It would be so easy to get her alone. “I know it’s supposed to be humid down there. Celeste rescued you?” Ask for another run in the forest, and then… “She must’ve been super brave. Prom night?” I wouldn’t drug anyone, I don’t need that, that was for amateurs. “Gosh, what an awful prom. Here I thought when my friend got too drunk and almost had the cops called was bad. Sorry, making light of something I shouldn’t.” Because I should get this over with. She rolled her shoulders for a moment, trying to process everything. She let a small smile cover her lips. “Thank you for telling me. You should probably not go around telling everyone that, though.” Her fingers twitched, involuntarily searching for something to hold on to. Her knife was far too appealing, but when she glanced back over to Ariana, the other girls’ eyes wide open, she could feel a small pang in her chest. She knew Ariana. Of course, she’d known that girl’s aunt who she’d outed to her parents as fae too, but this was different. Maybe. “Just as a precaution, you know? You never know who’s listening.”

Ariana couldn’t shake away the anxious feeling that was brewing inside her. While Athena’s words weren’t disapproving, the tension in her body language left her feeling like she was treading through giant squid infested waters. She could hear the slight hitch in her heartrate and the way her voice almost squeaked when she spoke. Even though Athena already knew about this supernatural world, Ariana knew her situation was a lot. Hell, it was too much for her even at the moment. Her own heart felt like it was being squeezed in her chest, leaving her breath feeling like it couldn’t escape her throat. “Yeah, I am. Always have been,” she tried to explain, still scanning Athena for more indication of what she was really thinking. Her words weren’t quite matching up with her tone and it left her confused. “Florida is humid. Gators taste okay, though. Not as good as venison, but,” she shrugged, it was a little easier to focus on the lighter part, even if her voice was strained. “Yeah, rescued me, raised me. She was pretty incredible. I just--.” Wanted to make her proud. Wanted to have her back. Wanted to hear her voice one more time. All were true. None felt right to say. “She was, yeah.” She meant it, but she still felt so unsure of herself in this moment. Like she’d said something wrong that she couldn’t quite place. Like Athena was pulling away from her somehow and she couldn’t place why. “Oh, don’t worry,” she assured, “It’s… there’s not really a right thing to say, you know? She’s gone and the whole night turned into a disaster and it just sucks.” She shifted her weight from the balls of her feet subconsciously, trying to sway away some of the nervous energy. “Yeah, of course. We’re getting closer and all things considered-- I just thought you should know that about me. I’m sorry if it was a lot and you definitely don’t have to even acknowledge that first part. And I don’t-- tell everyone, that is.” She studied Athena, still feeling so unsure of what all of this meant for them. So she weakly added, “Your brother knows though-- I don’t know if that. I’m sorry I just-- What are you thinking? Was that too much? Should I have--” She looked down to her feet, not even sure what she was trying to ask, but looked back up earnestly, hoping to find some sort of clarity in Athena’s response.

She’d been born a werewolf. Athena nodded, trying to do her best to not show everything that she was feeling. Moreover because even she didn’t know entirely how to feel. She was supposed to feel disgust - and she did, in part. Ariana hadn’t seemed like a werewolf, and she’d - Athena stopped for a moment, pressing her hands against her thighs. The day that they’d met had been the day that Orion had hidden her rings, and she must have somehow forgotten to ever do a second check. “I guess that explains how Celeste saved you when you were so young, then.” She felt confused. She could feel her body begin crawling with a similar unfamiliar feeling to when she was around fae, though less severe. Of course less severe, because she couldn’t sense werewolves and that was part of why the two of them were in this situation in the first place. “I’ll take your word for it on the gators versus venison debate. I still haven’t gotten around to trying either.” Why was she making light of this? She was supposed to back away, back down, or just take the knife to Ariana’s throat or chest or anywhere else where she could do significant damage. “She sounds like quite something.” Like what my brother would do, maybe. How did she keep from getting killed - well, until…? All half-formed thoughts left entirely unspoken. “It does suck. I can’t imagine losing a sibling.” That much was true. It was why she’d killed that werewolf in their training room. It was why she felt sick every time he refused to do his divine duty. “We are getting closer.” I hate that this had to happen. Because she liked Ariana, she liked her a lot and part of her commentary earlier, the emphasis on like had felt weird, but not as uncomfortable as she knew it should have. As much as her parents would have wanted her to feel uncomfortable. Not until now. Now it was two-fold, Ariana was a werewolf and female, too. The former made Athena feel sick. “Good. You just, you never know.” Why am I giving her this advice? She wondered for a moment. Followed by, after this, will my mom be able to sense that I’ve been so close with a werewolf? “Orion knows?” Of course he does. He probably hugged you after, didn’t he? Or at least told you everything was perfect and werewolves were always safe. “I don’t know.” That much, at least, wasn’t a lie. “It’s a lot, you know?” I’m supposed to kill you. Heck, the only reason I didn’t kill that other girl who was a werewolf the other day was because sacrificial ritual laws forbade it. I would have, in a heartbeat, otherwise. “I guess I wasn’t quite expecting something like this when you started to ask me about the supernatural.” I wish it had been just about anything else. “You must trust me a lot to have told me this, then.” Which was good, on one hand - it meant that Athena didn’t give out a hint of who she was, how she’d killed not too long ago. On the other hand, the fact that a werewolf liked her felt wrong and even unnerving, to a degree.

There was no fighting the sinking feeling that came with not feeling fully accepted by someone she admired, but Ariana reminded herself she couldn’t just assume how Athena was feeling. She had unpacked quite a lot on her for the sake of being honest and open with her and about she felt about her. It was a lot to process. As impatient as she was, she didn’t feel inclined to push. Not on this. She tried to follow suit in making some light of the situation. “Yeah, they’re definitely not for everyone. If you ever want to try either, I’m pretty good cook,” she offered, hoping it helped put her at ease, even just a little bit. It was evident that Athena still needed some time to process everything. Even with prior knowledge of the supernatural, it had to be a lot for her to take in and she hated seeing her so tense, though she was amazed that somehow even in her tension she remained so put together. Ariana still shifted on her heels, back and forth, trying to get some of that nervous energy out. She ran a hand through her ponytail and looked to Athena. She softened her features and assured, “I do trust you and I know it was a lot. It’s okay if it’s a little overwhelming, because I’m still trying to… well, cope with a lot of it still. You don’t have to worry about me. I’m okay and I’m not going to hurt you. Let’s just--” Forget it? That didn’t really seem like an option. She stood by being open and honest with how she felt about people. They could at least step away from the subject, give Athena some time to figure out how she felt about everything Ariana had just told her. So she leapt a bit, springy on her feet and ready to go. “Let’s run. You don’t have to know how you feel about all of that right now. At the end of the day, we’re still friends,” she said with a smile, lunging one final time to stretch her legs before taking off. “Let’s see if I can keep up with Super Girl herself.”

#wickedswriting #lie to me #athena

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cookie-cutter-communications · 4 years ago

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Ah, it felt...oddly fitting that the thief was so calm, even after such strong defiance of their previous morals... “I suppose there are other jewels here, but... None seem just as valuable.” “And how do you know that?” “I don’t, I just... Feel that these contain a moment in time none of the others could dream of having.” They sighed, glancing around. And, as they did... ... What was that...? Turning away from Borg, they drew closer to the movement they saw in the room, right out of the corner of their eye. “What are you doing? I thought you said you didn’t need anything else...” “I’m checking something. I’m sure there’s confirmation in whether or not your word is true if there’s nothing here to fix me, hm?” “I-I guess...” even if them being wrong could pose danger for both of them for a long while! But... there was no way Aloe was-...well, you know. The half-bot would be able to tell of Fort’s movement by the tapping of their cane as they peered around, looking for any sign of what was there. Nothing escaped the phantom’s gaze... Yet...was thinking causing such to worsen? It did make them a bit more vulnerable than they’d like, but at least they weren’t as vulnerable as they were before. Being wary of what could happen...maybe it wasn’t so bad after all- !!!

From the ceiling, several wires snapped down to the ground, blocking Fort’s path. Not that they wished to go any further, with how many more there were above. “C-Cy, were you...lying??” “Now’s not the time to question this!!! You can’t let the...the...hm... Silly string hit you!!” The smaller said, grabbing the other by the arm and dragging them along. Those wires...they looked just like the ones Borg was attacked with! But...why?! Why were they still active if the one in control of them was gone...? It...It shouldn’t be possible! There’s no other person that had those weird things! In any case, right... that wasn’t what they needed to focus on. Though, with how much energy they’ve had to use with blasting around everywhere...they were going to need some kind of rest soon enough... As the wires rained down, Borg zipped around them, looking back at the one they were carrying every now and then...how conflicted they looked. Well, this was going to be a challenge to explain, especially to someone who only started thinking a short while ago. Even so, this...this was terrifying. S-So... the death was irrelevant? It meant- It meant nothing??? Why did it choose to mean something at such a terrible time!?

Busting out through the window, the semi-organic being just wanted to go anywhere resembling a home...Anywhere. “R-Roguey...Do you have a place you live at...? I don’t have one anymore.” “...I...I do. Even if I don’t really trust you... There’s nobody else to trust now.” They huffed, and would shortly after begin to give directions. However, the words they spoke then just...grated at Borg, as much as they usually just pushed these things aside. They didn’t even realize it, but it kept them quiet most of the way there. The location was a manor, one of which they were surprised they never really recognized or found. Surely, on any occasion, they would pass this place by, so... why didn’t they acknowledge it prior? Setting them down, they’d walk ahead, opening the door and gesturing them inside. Borg knew that the thief was probably wealthy, but... to this extent? That was wild! Ah, yet, it could only keep them away from painful thoughts for so long. “You’re just as pensive as I.” “W-Well, yeah! I..I wasn’t lying back there, I swear! Maybe I was as-...asu....susminng....thinking too quickly!!! Nobody would have thought that there would be others that could control the silly string, or whatever!!!! “...Hm. You have a point.” “Woah...I usually never have those! Hehe...” And, just as the air got a little lighter around them, their visor displayed a symbol of low battery. “Huuh?? But we only just met!!!” “I’m sure we can talk more in the morning, Cy. You were trying to catch me for quite some time, anyhow.” “It was not for that long!!!” “Most usually give up within seconds, dear.” “...Hm. This world is so weird...” “It is, and yet, we don’t know where to search for answers. I wouldn’t dawdle on it until it’s brought up. Now! You are going to bed.” “N-Nooo, wait!!!! But I’m not even sleeepy!!!!” “You don’t want to collapse on the floor, do you?” “Mmm, I guess not...” “That’s what I thought.” They chuckled, leading the half-bot to a bed. “I’ll probably stay up a while longer, so if anything is bothering you, you may pester me.” “I will pester you!!! About...lotsa thingss...” And, like that, their visor dimmed, and they held the blankets tightly around them as they dozed off. Fort didn’t linger for too long, going back out of the room and sitting on a couch, gazing outside. To think, that this whole time they’ve been living a life by being dead inside... “I hope everyone can be freed from this one day...” ...Perhaps they would. They surely didn’t have a solid answer for now, but... they were restless with so many thoughts, and yet...so little to do with them. They almost got lost in them, but before their mind allowed it, a sudden chill from a wave of wind came over them...and as they looked over, they saw a form battered in crimson who only managed to get in from a cracked open window. The figure was hard to make out at first, but... In the seconds to follow, that silhouette... That silhouette was unmistakable.

#cookie run #cookie run au #Written by Yours Truly #Slippery little brats!!! The lot of them!!!#cy.borg #Rogue.fort #gr gr bark snarl :(#guess we gotta find others to take that dumb one's place.

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anika-ann · 5 years ago

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Think Again (When you Stop Freaking Out) - Pt.5

Fix It

Pairing: None Word count: 2673

Warnings: language, hella lot confusion, attempt at humour... irony and sass? ;)

Summary: Identity reveal and the arrival of the God of Thunder; because there isn’t enough peop- creatures in the mix, is there?

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“You’re Daredevil.”

“Yes,” Matt repeated for the fourth time, slightly annoyed at Stark asking him that question over and over.

“That guy running around Manhattan in fetish gear of Satan?”

“It’s not-“ “Yes,” Foggy said at the same time and it would be hilarious if Matt wasn’t double offended at his friend sharing the billionaire’s opinion. Surely the suit of armour wasn’t that bad? It protected him! …better than the old one, anyway.

“Who’s Daredevil?” Steve asked in Matt’s voice and it was just ridiculous, the man himself asking the question.

“Well, I would say you are now,” Tony sassed the captain and earned what looked like ‘I’m so done with you’ glare in return. Matt tried to ignore the expressiveness of his own blind eyes, but it was really hard. “He’s a vigilante operating in Hell’s Kitchen, wearing a kinky costume of the Devil. He’s formerly known as the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.”

“And why am I only learning about him now?”

Matt gulped at the irritated tone, not happy at making Steve angry. Then again, he couldn’t say he wasn’t grateful for some of the Avengers not knowing about his alter ego activities. It was a pleasant surprise.

“Because you’re wearing his meat-suit.”

“Tony, I swear to God-“

“Blasphemy,” Matt blurted out on instinct.

Bruce chuckled. “Oh, that is precious.”

“What is?” Foggy wondered, asking the question Matt wanted to.

“Ah, Steve is known for-“

“Don’t you dare-“ Steve warned him, in vain of course.

“-not being a fan of foul language. He once scolded Tony when he said ‘Shit’ during a mission. It was hilarious,” Bruce supplied helpfully, causing Steve groan. Matt’s lips twitched.

“Cool. Now when we have the whole secrecy thing out of the way, can we please focus on the fact these two are not themselves? I’d like my friend back,” Foggy grumbled, crossing his arms on his chest.

The bluntness made Matt smile; until he realized that the process of returning to his own body might be harder than it-… nope, it actually did look pretty complicated, it couldn’t possibly get more difficult. He sighed and mirrored Foggy’s posture.

“Oh, so we’re not talking about the fact that the blind dude claims to be a ninja? “ Tony Stark asked wryly, turning his palms towards the ceiling. “How the hell is he doing all the parkour shit? The punching? You know, everything?”

“Captain Rogers said it. Enhanced senses. I navigate like that. It’s very far from being able to see, but clearly it works. Can we please move on?” Matt answered, half-annoyed, half-irritated.

This was exactly what he hadn’t wanted to happen. He hated the fact itself that the Avengers knew who he was, let alone dealing with ableist comments and scientific questions.

No, thank you. I’ll walk myself out.

“Of course. We have bigger issues at hand,” the captain came to the rescue unexpectedly. Matt didn’t care why, if it was impatience, compassion, pity, or some weird sense of understanding; he was just grateful.

“Hey! I want to-“

“Thank you. Two nights back, I busted an arms deal,” Matt announced, cutting Stark off.

“I read about that,” he noted, not impressed, while Steve hummed in appreciation.

“Yeah. Well, there was one strange box. When I opened it and touched the thing inside, it disappeared. Just… vaporized, into thin air. My best guess? That’s-“

“-the source,” Steve finished. “And it just disappeared?”

“Well, I couldn’t see anything, but… I couldn’t touch it again, sense it anyhow. It was just gone.”

“That’s kinda weird. Why didn’t you tell me that?” Foggy demanded, sounding wounded.

Matt gave him a look that spoke thousands of words he hoped. “You never want to hear about that.”

Foggy only thought for a second before pouting. “That’s… not wrong. Okay, fair, moving on.”

“It’s the same night we picked up the signal for the first time and it only has been growing stronger, leading us straight to the artefact,” Bruce stated, clearly only for Matt’s and Foggy’s sake.

Well. That was not concerning at all.

“So…?” Foggy pried, not sure what it meant. Matt was glad he didn’t have to be the one to ask.

“Well, we can try what you’ve suggested. We can touch it again – we still have it here, the thing I touched at least,” Steve announced with a shrug.

Matt gulped. He had a feeling it couldn’t be that easy.

He wasn’t wrong.

He sensed the phantom of the energy he had felt that night radiating from the item, almost afraid to touch the artefact so it wouldn’t blow up, but when he did, nothing happened. Neither when Steve tried. They touched it at the same time even, but it did nothing.

“Great. Now what?” Tony demanded, slightly irritated.

The answer came in a form of a clap of thunder.

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Back in his mind, Steve was aware that Thor arrived. But the rest of his body didn’t like the sound of it – the terrible noise rattled in his bones, his ears feeling like they might actually bleed. The usually subtle tremble of the walls almost knocked him off balance and his palms went to cover his ears. He subconsciously crouched, a brief memory of being in a battlefield washing over him.

A split second later, the vibrations stopped. While Steve could still feel and hear the echo, he forced himself to breathe and listen in, knowing that the more he would let in, the faster he would calm down; the easier the reality would reach him.

It’s just Thor. A friend.

“What on Earth was that?!” Foggy complained and with slight amusement Steve couldn’t really indulge, the captain found him by Tony Stark’s side as if he was seeking protection.

“That would be Thor,” Bruce informed him swiftly, already telling Friday to send the god of thunder their way.

“As in the… the guy with the hammer. The god?”

“Yes, Nelson. But he’s more of an alien than god,” Tony hummed, manoeuvring his body from the lawyer’s half-hearted grip.

With several deep breaths, Steve found himself relax. There was definitely no danger here. None of these people would harm him or anyone else, none of them posed a treat – no need to be alert. Just calm down.

Except Steve sensed Thor coming. He could sense the vibrations of the floor as Thor’s heavy boots were falling on it, the shuffle of his armour and most importantly, the air of danger around him. It felt as if the air was sparkling with electricity, prickles and lightning, almost assaulting the space.

Steve wasn’t afraid of Thor – but he appreciated the majesty and the power of the god/alien more than ever.

The door slid open, revealing the Asgardian in all his glory – or Steve supposed – and he marched in hurriedly.

“Holy shit,” Foggy breathed out, his and Matt’s hearts speeding up. Hell, even the strange device in Tony’s chest sounded differently.

“Thor,” Steve greeted him simultaneously with Bruce only to realize that he was not in his own body and Thor had no clue who he was.

Which led him to a simple question. Was here a connection between this whole ‘I woke up in someone else’s body’ thing and Thor’s appearance? Steve had a feeling it did.

“I come bearing unpleasant tiding. An Asgardian artefact has been activated on Earth-“

Oh. Now that would make sense.

“Hello to you too, Drapes,” Tony snarked, giving the god a pause in both speech and step. ”And, you think?”

“My apologies. Hello, Stark. Doctor Banner. Captain. …humans.”

Foggy choked on air, while Matt kept his composure despite the tension in his muscles. Steve cleared his throat as the god had been turned to his original body when greeting him.

“Hi, Thor. Would the artefact happen to cause… I don’t know, exchange of bodies and minds?” Steve asked blatantly, not sure how to phrase it better.

He could immediately feel the air shift as the Asgardian turned to him.

“How would you know that, mortal?” Thor demanded, half-curious, half-threatening.

This time Matt spoke up. “Because he’s Captain Rogers. I’m Matt Murdock.”

Thor’s head snapped to Steve’s actual voice and then back. “Oh.”

“Yeah, we know. I guess you see how that’s a problem?” Tony hummed, the smartass he was.

“Yes.”

There was a short silence, interrupted but Tony’s impatient voice; Steve had a feeling Foggy would have beaten him to it if he hadn’t been overtaken by a respectful awe and… fear.

“Good, care to elaborate? What is this artefact and how do we reverse its effect for instance?”

Thor seemed somewhat sheepish, but his voice held great confidence.

“The artefact is my brother’s doing-“

“Of course it is…”

“-and it is meant as a jest. If you touch the artefact, its other half activates and lures another being to itself. When touched as well, the spirits shall exchange their hosts.”

“Alright. So it’s a very advanced prank. How do we reverse it?” Tony asked the burning question.

Thor shook his head. “You do not.”

“WHAT?!” sounded unison from all presents minus the god, shock immediately falling on the room.

Steve’s heart positively stopped – both his own and the body’s he was occupying now.

‘You do not?’ So we stay like this forever?! No!

That was not an option! Steve was Steve and Matt was Matt and they both had duties, they both had their place in the world, they both had their life and in their current situation, there was no way they could just deal with switched bodies! Steve couldn’t rush into battle blind with his other senses exploding and Matt sure as hell couldn’t just walk into a courtroom as Steve Rogers to defence!

Not to mention Matt was running around like a vigilante, which… yeah, Steve had still several questions about that dubious activity – not that he would hold it against Matt. Steve of all people knew that sometimes rules and laws stood in the path of justice, as much as he hated it.

It was kinda funny though. A vigilante. An outlaw. And a lawyer. If the situation was less dreadful, Steve might even appreciate the irony, but that was not the time and if Steve was about to be stuck in Matt’s body forever, he everything but appreciated it.

“You’re telling me they can’t go back to their own bodies?” Bruce clarified, sounding seriously on edge. Or Steve thought so – he was too busy freaking out on the inside and maybe a little on the outside too.

Yeah, Steve and Matt were definitely hyperventilating now.

And Thor laughed. To Steve, it sounded like a horse neighing right in his ear.

“Oh no, the effects wear off on their own. There is nothing you can do to speed it up, though.”

Collective sigh of relief was the answer. Oh thank god. Thank God.

“Way to give me a heart-attack, pal,” Foggy huffed, his hand on his chest as if he wanted to make sure his heart was still beating in his ribcage. Steve would gladly confirm it was. He could hear it, which he didn’t find less insane than an hour ago.

Speaking of hearing heartbeats, Thor’s actually did sound like a series of claps of thunder.

“And you would be?”

“Foggy Nelson. Matt’s best friend,” the lawyer hurried, offering his hand to shake. Steve prayed the god didn’t crush the poor man’s fingers. Matt’s/Steve’s hand followed as he introduced himself again, but Thor’s attention returned to the other man.

“Do you control the fog here on Midgard?” Thor asked, intrigued.

Steve’s lips twitched, few silent snorts echoing in the room. Could anyone blame Thor for coming to that assumption?

Steve could hear blood rushing to Foggy’s face in embarrassment. The longer Steve spent in the man’s presence, the harder it was to resist the urge to call him Foggy; the nickname suited him, expressing his kind – and perhaps a bit goofy – nature perfectly.

“Uhm… no?”

“Ah. That is confusing.”

Tony clapped his hands twice. “Great. Now what do we do? How long until they… go back?”

Steve believed that the strange movement he registered coming from Thor was a shrug of his monstrous shoulders.

“…well, it might take a while,” the alien admitted slowly, sounding as if he was charming a carefree smile. “But do not be alarmed, it is harmless.”

“Harmless? Really?! He’s blind, Thor! He’s literally blind!” Tony pointed at Matt’s Murdock body impudently. “Imagine someone would attack him now – either his own body or the one he-- wears!.”

The face Steve wore automatically twisted in a grimace at Tony’s phrasing.

“Yeah, I second that! What if it wasn’t me coming to the apartment in the morning?”

“Oh,” Thor hesitated. “That might be inconvenient. I assume it is not customary to train blind men in combat on Earth then?”

Matt took a deep breath, his pulse wavering. For some reason, Steve’s skin cringed. Strange. Another involuntary reaction of Matt’s body to the discussed subject?

“In this particular case…” Steve heard his own voice whispered by Matt, drawing a tiny whimper from Foggy.

It took that tiny sound for Steve to understand this was possibly the worst topic ever, even though he had no idea what the story behind their reaction was. He cleared his throat.

“Well, clearly Matt’s capable of protecting himself. But yeah, I would appreciate being back to myself too.”

Matt took another steadying breath, trying to remain at least a bit calm. “Thor, how long is a while?”

“I am sorry, my friend, I do not know.”

“I’m… not your friend, he is,” Matt noted with a sigh, subtly pointing towards Steve in Matt Murdock’s body. Only to be rewarded with Thor’s confused deep voice.

“Of course you are. I am a friend to all humanity.”

“That’s very godlike of you,” Foggy remarked. Steve (and probably Matt) shot him a glare. “What, that was funny! And true!”

Bruce cleared his throat, supressing laugh. “Okay. What do we do in the meantime? I don’t think either of you should leave – mainly because of the security risks.”

Steve gulped. He would fight until his/Matt’s last breath if it came to it, but he couldn’t argue with that logic.

“Alright. I don’t have anywhere else to be for now.”

“Well…” Matt considered slowly, turning to his law partner.

“Say no more, Murdock. As much as I would love to see our clients’ faces when it would be Captain America greeting them in the office, I do have some common sense left. I’ll just call Karen to close the office for the day, okay?”

“Thanks, Fog. But… what if it’s… more than a day? What if-“

“Forget ‘what if’s for now. I got your back, buddy.” Foggy patted Matt’s bicep in a friendly manner and then retreated his hand quickly as if he got burnt. “Sorry, Captain! Didn’t mean to grope!”

The weird sound that followed was hard to identify – but it Steve could take a guess, it was Tony snorting the water he had helped himself with through his nose.

Steve’s lips twitched in amusement at Foggy’s embarrassment.

“It’s alright. I know this is all very… confusing.”

“Yeah, no kidding. And I’m just the one watching…” Foggy murmured under his breath, exiting the room to make a phone call. “Yeah, Karen, it’s me, look, we have a small issue with Matt waking up in Steve Rogers’ body, yes, that Steve Rogers aka Captain America’s body-“

“…what?”

Steve smiled for himself, trying to tune out the conversation outside of the room. He had a distant feeling that this Karen woman (based on the fact she apparently also knew about Matt Murdock’s double life) was an exceptional employer and she definitely deserved a raise for dealing with… well, unnatural occurrences.

“So now we just sit and wait?” Matt stated more than asked.

Steve sighed.

Yeah, it looked like it. Steve hated sitting and waiting. But right now, it was apparently the only option. Unless they wanted to make this even messier and hurt someone – starting with themselves.

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A brand new story for everyone, but mostly for @starflight4842!

You’re an absolute angel for being so patient with me, of course. Apologies are a common occurrence with me, obviously, but I hope this little drabble lives up to your expectations! Thank you. ✦

Things don’t go to plan.

Not that it’s all that much of a surprise; things hardly ever went to plan when it came to your adventures with The Doctor. It was the opposite way around on most occasions, in fact, and on a normal day, you didn’t count that as a problem. You had quickly become accustomed to the idea that there would be an inevitable threat looming around every corner — you had been traveling with The Doctor for a couple of months, now, but that particular detail hadn’t taken you more than a couple of days onboard the TARDIS to figure out. Today’s outing had gone especially awry, though, even by comparison to the thrills and chills that had become your every day life.

The creatures that you had had the, er… pleasure of encountering today had been less than hospitable, putting it lightly. The Doctor had been raving all morning long about this little planet he’d been planning a visit to, going off on tangents about the sights that you would see and the wonders you would behold there — all the usual. Apparently those wonders included a waterfall three-times the size of anything you’d have seen on Earth, at the heart of something that he had referred to as the Valle de la Luna.

“Valley of the Moon,” he had translated for you, even though you had been fairly certain that you knew what the name meant. “Absolutely beautiful. Bit vague, though — there are 3,860 moons at this end of the universe alone. Should really’ve thought of that when they picked the name, since it’s only meant to be named for one of those moons. Xelraeria 34, to be exact.”

You, of course, had tuned out when he had started waffling on about the particular moon that the valley was named after. You didn’t think you could be blamed, not really — The Doctor was hard to keep up with, both physically and mentally, on the best of days, and you would be seeing everything that he had talked about shortly anyhow. Surely you weren’t missing much. And if you were, well — The Doctor would certainly be the first to let you know.

You had traipsed on out of the TARDIS and into the open atmosphere of this planet (called Aarmis, apparently) expecting to be met with one of the many sights that The Doctor had talked about. To your surprise, it had been fairly barren to start — well. Not barren. It was greener than green, just the way The Doctor had described it, and the expanse of thick, green grass was speckled with what looked to be some breed of wildflower, similar to something that you might have found back on Earth. This scenery had been what stretched on for miles, and while it was utterly breathtaking, it was definitely lacking the gargantuan waterfalls and the Lagoons and the rocky cliffs that The Doctor had implied would be present. When you had voiced your confusion, however, he had informed you that the Valle de la Luna was quite a distance from where the TARDIS had initially landed. You had supposed that that had made sense; there had been trails, after all, paths here and there and everywhere that appeared to spiderweb off in a number of different directions, and there had looked to be mountains — or something similar to mountains, at the very least — in the distance.

There had been a stretch of walking from that point onward which had consumed roughly an hour, maybe and hour and a half’s time, and had consisted mostly of you asking questions about the planet’s history to distract yourself from the ache in your calves and the cramps in the soles of your feet. The Doctor had been answering those questions in as much detail as he could; in fact, he had just begun to explain the structure of the cliffs, the geology of the massive things and how they had come to be what they were, when your impromptu nature walk had been interrupted by a decently-sized group of the planet’s natives — or so you had thought.

The Doctor had contradicted your first impressions near immediately, muttering to himself about how he had thought that Aarmis was still uninhabited; not because it was uninhabitable, but because it was what most beings in the universe referred to as a leisure planet. Like the national parks and day spas of the universe, he had told you once before, on one of your earliest adventures.

Nonetheless, he had brushed off his surprise and proceeded to introduce himself to the group, just like he always did. And apparently, that had been his first mistake.

The creatures had reacted to The Doctor’s friendly grin and forward greeting not by introducing themselves in return, but by scuttling backwards defensively and promptly drawing weapons that had looked a bit like blasters. You had recoiled on instinct, but The Doctor had been persistent in gaining the creatures’ trust.

“Oi, c’mon now, boys. No need for any of that,” he had said, and had then proceeded to reach into his suit pocket (for his psychic paper, more than likely) — his second mistake. These beings were especially tetchy, evidently, because they had jumped to the conclusion that The Doctor was reaching for a weapon of his own, and hadn’t hesitated a second before jumping on the offensive and subduing the two of you.

You had yelped and squirmed as two or three of the aliens had restrained you, twisting one of your arms and then the other behind your back and rendering you incapable of using them at all. They had been humanoid, definitely, but they looked to be made of rock, which — obviously — meant that being gentle wasn’t exactly in their nature. They had struck the backs of your knees, too, which had effectively forced you into a kneeling position in the dirt.

“Doctor?” you had squeaked, confused and afraid as the scene had unfolded. He had looked to be in a predicament similar to your own, but his gaze had been as reassuring as ever as he had looked over the shoulders of his own crowd of hostile aliens to meet your eyes, so you had tried not to be too concerned. The creatures were intent on making certain that he wouldn’t pose any threat to them, right? Maybe they would cool off once they realized that you were only here for a vacation, just like everyone else.

The scuffle had gone on, and to your dismay, had seemed to get worse the more that The Doctor attempted to explain your side of things. One of the creatures had cut him off mid-explanation to say — or to roar, more like — that Aarmis was the property of the Klojfio, and that there were no tourists here; only the Klojfio and the quarry. It was certainly out of line with everything that he had told you about this world, and to make matters worse, the Klojfio didn’t seem to be a race whom he was familiar with in the least. Even in your very limited experience, it was never a good sign when The Doctor wasn’t immediately familiar with his surroundings.

Your mind had begun to reel from that point onward, wrapping question over question and weaving a nauseating panic into the mix as you had knelt there, with gravel cutting into your knees and a blaster just a few inches from the back of your head. In your defense, you were still fairly new to all of this. You knew a fair bit about ducking and running from one alien species or another, and a bit more about smiling and laughing and playing along with the charades that The Doctor so often used to talk the two of you out of harm’s way, because they usually went over a bit better than this. Much better than this.

This was the first and only time that you could recall that things had spiraled out of control so quickly, and it had terrified you. It wasn’t too often that The Doctor wasn’t able to sway things in his favor near immediately, and you’d had trouble seeing a way out of the frightening situation.

It’d all worked out in the end, of course. As it happened, The Doctor was much more familiar with this kind of situation than you were, which, really — you definitely should have expected. He had been able to formulate an escape plan within moments of your capture, and had made a noise under his breath to draw your attention not two minutes after the creatures had drug you to your feet, growling something about bringing you back to their base for “a proper feast” (which you suspected didn’t have anything to do with feeding you).

The Klojfio hadn’t bound his arms behind his back the way they had yours, and unfortunately for them, he had been able to tuck a discreet hand into his pocket to retrieve his sonic screwdriver. As soon as he had your attention he waggled the device in between his fingers and nodded to his left, toward one of the blasters being used to subdue the two of you. You hadn’t understood immediately, not until he had mouthed a single word to you: “disable”.

It had hit you, then, what he was going to do, and you had nodded your head frantically, immediately onboard. These aliens were large and angry-looking, sure, but that was about all they had going for them as intimidation went. They were made of rock and considerably strong, yeah, but they didn’t seem to have fangs or claws or anything else that could pose a threat to you once you were an arm’s length away. The assumption was that they wouldn’t be overly threatening without the use of their weapons, and all you had been able to do in the moment was hope that that assumption was correct.

It had been, to an extent. You had heard the quiet buzz of the sonic screwdriver, first, and then a chorus of hollow clicks from the Klojfio’s blasters. They had all been momentarily startled and distracted by the sound, and you and The Doctor had seized the opportunity to duck out of the creatures’ slackened grip and take off running back the way you had come.

“Terribly sorry to ruin dinner, fellas, but I’m not much feeling up to being boiled and fed to the masses,” he had shouted as you had run, and you had smiled, because there it was. The clever, cunning snark. The quick wits. “Frankly, I’m not sure I’ve ever felt up to that!”

The initial rush of adrenaline and your amusement had kept you running, keeping pace with The Doctor nicely, but the relief that you had felt upon escaping hadn’t lasted long. You had gotten away, yeah, but you were still miles from the TARDIS with little to nothing in the way of places to take cover. It was a matter of time before the Klojfio caught up to you, wasn’t it? You had said as much to The Doctor, but he had reassured you that there was no need to worry; the TARDIS had a homing device, apparently, and when given the signal she could find him no matter where he was in the universe.

He had gotten on with giving that signal as he had explained it to you, pointing his sonic into midair and hitting the button a few times in quick succession.

“She’ll find us,” he had said as he had tucked the screwdriver back into the pocket of his coat and kept on, never for a second looking unsure of himself. What had followed had been a few more minutes of running with the Klojfio hot on your heels (for creatures made of stone they were quick, damn it), and desperately hoping that the TARDIS would meet you in the middle soon.

You had just begun to feel like you might make it out of Aarmis alive when things had taken another nasty turn; a nasty turn in the form of a rogue patch of grass, dead in the middle of the path you’d been following. The Doctor had managed to dodge it, but you hadn’t seen it in time, and it had caught the toe of your shoe and sent you tumbling through the dirt.

The fall itself had been enough to shake your focus, but your misfortune hadn’t stopped there. To top it off, one of the Klojfio had gotten its blaster working again, and the next thing you had felt was a horrible shock of pain, radiating from your right shoulder outward. A part of you knew that you had been hit, hard, and that putting additional stress on your body by running probably wasn’t the best thing to do in the moment, but you didn’t let it stop you.

It would have been worse, after all, if you had allowed yourself to be captured by the hostile creatures determined to make a meal of you, and so you had scrambled to your feet and taken off running once more. Trouble was, your fall had disoriented you enough that you had bolted down the wrong path — not that it was any more dangerous than the original. It may not have been much different from the trail you had followed into Aarmis, but it had definitely taken you in a completely different direction than The Doctor.

You had heard him call out your name as you had run, but by that time you were well off the beaten path, and the fear and adrenaline burning beneath your skin wouldn’t have allowed you to turn back if you’d wanted to. You were vaguely aware of the heavy footsteps chasing after you — the Klojfio — so you had kept on, running and running until you were sure your lungs would burst and your legs would buckle from beneath you, until — a tree.

A patch of trees, actually, just off the trail.

Your first instinct had been to veer toward them, and you had followed it, tearing through the tall green grass with one palm pressed to your wounded shoulder. Could the Klojfio climb trees? Would they simply shoot you down from your perch if you climbed up into one of the trees? You couldn’t say for sure. There was nothing certain about this mess you were in, and you hadn’t climbed a tree since primary school, but you had gathered every ounce of your strength and leapt up to grasp at a low branch, anyways.

The tree you had chosen hadn’t offered much for climbing, in the end. You had been able to scale the trunk one, maybe two branches higher from the ground before there had been nothing else that you could reach, and you were effectively trapped. Your assumption that the creatures wouldn’t hesitate to shoot you out of the tree had been correct, too, because it wasn’t another moment before they were firing freely, aiming their blasters and shooting into the leaves that only barely concealed you. Round after round grazed you, close enough that you felt them whiz by, but you had managed to avoid them (thank god for that— the wound you were harboring from the first one was beginning to sting like nobody’s business, and you couldn’t say you were keen on the idea of having any more of them to tend to).

Another few shots from the Klojfio’s blasters had caused you to shuffle where you’d stood, and you had nearly lost your balance more than a few times. The next blast had done it — one of the creatures had damn good aim, apparently, because it had landed a shot right at your feet, and your attempt to protect yourself from the fire had sent you sliding and flailing as your feet went out from under you. You had hit the ground fairly hard and twisted one of your ankles in the process, which had been evident the moment that you had tried to pick yourself up and take off running again.

With your feet having gone uselessly out from beneath you a second time and the angry, stone creatures advancing on you, you had made a half-hearted attempt to shield your face — as though that would somehow protect you against the aliens’ hungry rage — and braced yourself. You had just begun coming to terms with the fact that you were well and truly doomed when the familiar, rumbling grind of the TARDIS’s engine had come thundering onto the scene, effectively startling the Klojfio long enough that there was a window of opportunity for you to make an escape. Or, well — for The Doctor to come hurrying out of the TARDIS and scoop you up into his arms.

“Yeh, sorry, you’re not getting her either. Not today,” he had grumbled, more to himself than anyone else as he had hurried back toward the TARDIS once more, giving a quick snap of his fingers to close the doors hard and fast behind the pair of you as soon as you were inside.

You had barely had time to process what had just happened — let alone the fact that he was holding you, carrying you through the console room — before he was scolding you. Well, no, not exactly scolding you so much as expressing his concern… passionately.

“Blimey, Y/N, you had me scared stiff!” he’d admonished you, but had given you a little squeeze, just a ghost of a thing, before he had laid you down lengthwise across the bench beside the console — where you were now. “Don’t run off — that’s rule number one, you know that!”

The Klojfio were persistent, still, pounding and clawing at the doors of the TARDIS, so The Doctor had taken pause in caring for you and run to the console, rushing about hitting this button and that to get you away from Aarmis. You weren’t sure where you would wind up, exactly, and if you were being quite honest, you didn’t think that he knew either. It didn’t matter, though; what mattered was that you were both out of the way of immediate danger. Even if you wound up smack in the middle of space somewhere, not a planet or moon or an asteroid in sight, it would be better than where you had just come from.

He returned to your side, eventually, once the clawing and the pounding had ceased and the TARDIS’s engines had settled, and crouched down beside you to have a look, first thing, at the damage to your ankle.

“You know, in my defense, I was being — ouch — chased,” you argue, hissing mid-sentence as he prodded at your injured ankle with long, cool fingers, rotating it from one side to the other. He scoffs at that, clearly doing his best for a good few moments to remain annoyed with you. It doesn’t hold very long, though, and his smile betrays him, eventually, as he spares you a quick glance before returning his attention to your ankle.

“Alright, so it wasn’t entirely your fault,” he admits begrudgingly, leaning back a bit and shrugging out of his long coat in favor of balling it up and lodging it beneath your ankle as a makeshift pillow. You smile at that, making your best effort to ignore the flutter in your chest as he turns his focus on your wounded shoulder.

You hadn’t really taken the time to look at it in the heat of things, but you can’t very well help stealing a look as The Doctor very gently moves the sleeve of your top aside, taking care to remove any of the burnt bits from the worst of the wound. It did, in fact, look more like a burn than anything else, which was both a blessing and a curse. It didn’t seem that there were any bullets for you to worry about removing, but it was painful - extremely painful, as burns tended to be.

You bit back a whimper as he went about exposing the wound to the open air, and he winced along with you as he ran one careful fingertip along the angry red edge of it.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, shaking his head a bit. “So sorry. Your ankle is definitely just sprained, but this is a nasty burn. Bloody pulse phasers. Don’t worry, though, we’ll get you patched up.”

Before you have the chance to respond he disappears from beside you, hurrying into another room to collect some first aide supplies (or so you hoped, anyways). You take the moment of alone time to allow yourself a full-fledged reaction to your condition, which comes in the form of a loud groan, muffled against the crook of one elbow. Your frustration is directed not only at the pain of your injuries, but at the embarrassment, too. You had really, really thought that you were getting better at all of this, but here you were, battered and bruised and unable to care for yourself. How were you ever going to prove that you were worthy of traveling with The Doctor if you couldn’t keep yourself out of these kinds of situations?

“Oh, come now, it’s not that bad, is it?” you hear him tease, and you fluster, cheeks reddening as you look up just in time to catch him sauntering back into the room with an armful of supplies — some of which you were familiar with, some not so much.

“It is,” you mumble, still quite irritated with yourself. You can’t help but smile as he laughs, though — that bright, lively laughter has never failed to make you smile since the day you’d met him, and today is no exception. He proceeds to kneel by your side once again, dumping his gathered supplies on the floor beside him and sweeping his unruly hair out of his face as he reaches and positions your arm so that he can tend to your shoulder properly.

He’s as gentle as ever as he goes about cleaning up the bits of your skin that’d been burned by the blaster (or phaser, as he’d referred to it), but it still hurts like mad — not even his murmured apologies put a stop to the pain, so you busy yourself watching his expression as he works.

It’s not the wisest decision, you know; especially not in your current predicament. Watching The Doctor work for any length of time inevitably led to an embarrassing infatuation, to butterflies in your stomach and rushes of affection that clouded your judgement… all things that you had been trying like mad to stave off for weeks now. It was a bit difficult, though, when he was in such close proximity — and caring for you nonetheless. His brown eyes are intense as he concentrates on his task which, now, has gone from cleaning up your wound to applying some sort of a balm (a numbing agent, it seemed), to a larger area of your arm than was probably necessary.

You’ve just begun to allow yourself to enjoy the gentle way he’s touching you, to believe that maybe, maybe you could mention the way you felt about him without it taking a violent turn toward disastrous, when he speaks up and promptly proves you wrong.

“Don’t dwell on it too much,” he says, and you blink yourself out of your stupor, tilting your head as he meets your eyes. “You’re still quite new to all of this, after all. Something similar happened with Rose a long, long time ago. Only it was about a hundred times worse, and we wound up trapped, hiding out in this cave — a cave, Y/N. Musty air, drippy icicles hanging from the ceiling — the whole lot.”

The story doesn’t stop there. He goes on detailing the experience that he had had with Rose, on another planet, in another time, and whatever hope you had been feeling fizzles out. The color drains from your face, as it so often does, and you sit there in silence, humming acknowledgments every now and then as he talks animatedly about the cave, and the snowstorm, and the glacial aliens that had wanted to crown Rose the leader of their species.

This wasn’t the first time you’d had your hopes crushed, of course, but that doesn’t mean that it stings any less when he looks you in the eye, one hand holding yours steady while the other goes about nimbly placing a bandage upon your shoulder, and talks animatedly about his previous companion. It had never been quite clear to you whether she had been his companion or his girlfriend, though, and it was times like this that you began to think that it was definitely, definitely the latter.

It’s quite some time before you really tune back in to what he’s saying. You could offhandedly acknowledge his stories about Rose for days. You had gotten used to it, because a good majority of the time you couldn’t bring yourself to actively listen to them. Not really. You brush off your own indifference to all of it, and think with a humorless smirk that maybe you would be better at all of this if you did listen to The Doctor’s stories. Took note of them, memorized them, tried to be more like the incredible girl he seemed to miss so much.

“—but she was clever. So clever,” he concludes his tale, at the same time he finishes wrapping your arm with something that looks similar to gauze. It’s not gauze, though, because gauze isn’t wet, and it doesn’t adhere to your skin the way this bandaging seems to. You refocus your attention on his face once he’s gone quiet, and there’s a twinge of guilt in your heart as you realize that there’s a hint of sorrow, there, a darkness in his expression that betrays the smile he’s wearing. You sigh, soft and resigned, and put on a smile of your own as you watch him check his work.

“It bloody well sounds like it,” you agree, despite the fact that you had only caught maybe a quarter of what he had been talking about. The glint of happiness in his tired eyes at your agreement is worth it, though, and in the next second he’s getting to his feet.

You think for a split second that he’s about to walk away and leave you be, so you close your eyes and begin trying to get comfortable where you are. The console room isn’t the most ideal resting spot, with its flashing lights and its humming and thrumming, but it’ll do — you’re not about to try and get to your bedroom with your ankle throbbing like it is, after all, and the day’s ordeal has left you knackered to your bones anyhow.

Your effort doesn’t go very far, though, because in the next second The Doctor has scooped you up into his arms once again. You cling to him with a surprised yelp, all fluttering eyelashes and flushed cheeks once again as he cradles you against his chest and proceeds to carry you on down the hallway and into your room. Your cheek is pressed firmly to his shoulder as he walks, and you can’t help but notice the scent that clings to the fabric of his suit. It’s not something you can describe, not exactly, but if you had to put words to it you would say that it smells like thousand-year old cologne and moon-dust. It’s obscenely distracting.

“That old bench is no place for a good nap, Y/N,” he jokes. His voice is soft as he settles you down onto your bed, and it snaps you out of your preoccupied state in an instant. You think you feel his thumb brush across your cheek as he straightens up, but you’re not sure whether you’ve imagined it or not, because the feeling of his arms around you has gone and scrambled your brain all over again. You mentally kick yourself for it, reminding your flighty heart repeatedly that there’s no point in it — none. He was the object of your affections, the unfortunate focus of your primary-school crush, but he didn’t return those feelings. That was that. No blurred lines, no questions asked.

“You get some rest, now,” you hear him say. “Gotta have you back at the top of your game for our next trip — it’ll be much, much safer, I promise. Well. Maybe not safer, not exactly — I’m not sure I can ever reasonably promise that. But it will be more fun. I can always promise fun.”

You bite back a bit of laughter at his rambling. It’s typical of him, definitely, but more than that it sounds eerily similar to one of his half-apologies (which was another of the quirks that you had become closely acquainted with over the past few months). Thinking on that, you want to reassure him that none of what had happened on Aarmis had been his fault; he hadn’t known, after all, that there would be hostile, stoney-faced aliens waiting for you outside of the TARDIS doors. How could he have? You keep it to yourself, though, well aware that The Doctor isn’t exactly fond of facing feelings of any sort head-on.

“We’ll try to keep it a bit more novice next time around,” he quips as he turns to go, “Bit less climbing trees and running for our lives. The caves and the icey fellows of the universe can always come later, after all.”

And that — that stings.

It was one thing to listen to him talk about her so consistently; that much was tolerable, at the very least. You would be the first to admit that it would always be hard not to take all of his talk about his beloved Rose to heart, especially considering the way that you felt about him, but it was tolerable. You could ignore it when and where you had to, and as they were, the stories weren’t actually hurtful, no matter how impossible they may have felt to live up to sometimes. To hear him compare you to her so directly, though, and to have him outright call you a novice, of all things (even if it was true), was a bit… low. It felt very low, and dirty — like an unbelievably cheap shot. And it left a sour taste in your mouth.

The hopeful side of your brain (predictably) piped up near immediately with a feeble attempt to convince you that he didn’t mean it like it had sounded, but the other side, the logical side, was there to snuff that out in the next instant. How many other ways were there for him to have meant what he’d said, after all? Sure, maybe his intention hadn’t been to hurt you with his words, but that didn’t change the way that they had landed, not in the least, and no matter how hard you try to avoid it, it all leaves you feeling very… second-rate.

Before you really come back to yourself, The Doctor turns and ambles out of your room. He makes another offhanded comment about your next maybe-adventure, the next planet you might or might not be visiting once you were up and moving again, but you don’t hear it. You dismiss it entirely, in fact, as you roll onto your side with a huff and a groan, and fight to ignore the sting of angry tears in your eyes. You squeeze your eyes shut stubbornly as you turn your back to the bedroom door, and you vehemently ignore the sound of The Doctor’s distracted pacing as it echoes from the console room.

As you lie there, you do your damndest to beat it into your brain that this won’t get to you; it won’t, damn it, you won’t let it. It’s useless in the end, though, even despite all of your determination. Because in the end, you still find yourself lying there with a sprained ankle, a nasty burn, and wet eyes, wondering all the while if you were ever going to be anything to him. A friend, a companion, a partner in crime, a lover, a fling — anything other than not her. And when all was said and done, if someone had asked you to make an educated guess? You seriously doubted it.

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