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The Thousand Yard Stare Chapter 6
Summary: Bucky Barnes has served his country well, and at a great personal cost. After being rescued as a prisoner of war, he is struggling as he gets back into civilian life. His newfound PTSD is severe. His friends and family try to help, but he needs a lot more than they can give. His mother signs him up for a Veteran recovery home, where he meets people struggling just like him, and the home director who has her own dark past to deal with. He might just find love along the way as he searches for peace.
Warnings: mentions of physical assault, violence, being taken prisoner; sexual assault/r@pe; PTSD/anxiety/depression/panic attacks, flashbacks, nightmares; suicide/minor character death; eventual smut
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8 months later
Bucky was not okay. He went through the motions of civilian life. Heâd found a part time job doing office administration, which he hated. Steve and Sam had tried helping him get back into regular life, inviting him to parties and get togethers with other friends, trying to get him going to clubs with them, meeting people, dating, but his heart wasnât in it. He was living in the guest house behind his parentâs home, since he couldnât afford to get his own place, and as much as he loved his parents, it was hard living under their watchful eyes. He had all the support and resources open to him, but he just could not stop thinking of her.
He hadnât told anyone about his almost-relationship with Y/N, but Steve and Sam had been suspicious of something happening when he rejected their attempts to set him up on dates. âBuck, did somethingâŚhappen while you were there?â Steve bit the bullet one day as they sat in the backyard having a beer.
âWhat do you mean?â Bucky asked.
Steve sighed. âDonât bullshit me, Buck. I know somethingâs up. I could see it when we visited Mamaâs House for Thanksgiving,â he said, giving Bucky an unimpressed look. Bucky tensed up, looking away from him. âYou like her,â Steve said. âAnd I think something happened with her while you were there, but circumstances as they are have made you feel like itâs not a possibilityââ
âShe made it an impossibility,â Bucky said angrily. He rubbed his face with his hand. âI really donât wanna talk about this, Steve.â
âI know your nightmares have come back,â Steve accused. Bucky shook his head. âYour mom heard you the other night, and she called me.â
âGod,â Bucky quickly stood. He chugged the rest of his beer and went back inside the guest house. Â
âBuck, come on,â Steve said, quickly following him. âI canât help you if you wonât talk to me.â
âI donât want or need your help, Steve,â Bucky rounded on him. âIâm back, arenât I? Isnât that what you all wanted? For me to come home and get back into regular life?â
âNot if it makes you this miserable,â Steve shook his head. Â
Bucky stared at him. âIâm not miserable.â
Steve scoffed. âSure. If youâre not miserable then come out with me and Sam, try to actually have fun, hook up with somebody, something! But you canât keep living like your mind is still there.â He clapped Buckyâs shoulder. âIâm sorry whatever it was didnât work out with her. But youâve got to work past it.â
Bucky felt so tired. A part of him wanted to move on, but the thought of that also made him feel sick. He patted Steveâs hand. âFine. When were you guys planning on going out?â
Steve smiled. âFriday night karaoke.â
Bucky sighed. âFuck me.â
***
TRIGGER WARNING
Bucky didnât like this bar as much as the one near Mamaâs House. It was fine but didnât have the hometown feel, and it was filled with undergrads that made him feel old and out of place. Each person who got up and sang was terrible, with only a few that could hold a tune, and he knew there wouldnât be any saving grace at the end of the night. Sam got up and sang âEdge of Gloryâ by Lady Gaga, which was the only time Bucky laughed all night. Â
There was also a lot more dancing at this bar. Whether it was during a karaoke performance or the music that was played in between people, there were people dancing and grinding up on each other constantly. He had to maneuver his way through the crowd so as not to get accidentally thrusted at after grabbing another beer from the bar. There had been a few brave, flirty souls who had come up to him, Steve and Sam, but Bucky had rebuffed their advances. It just didnât feel right.
While the three of them went back up to the bar again for another refill Bucky was suddenly grabbed from behind and pulled into the crowd of people dancing. He tried to turn and see who was touching him but being surrounded by a tight group of people made it nearly impossible. Other hands began touching his arms, his chest, his shoulders. Drunk voices were all around him. âHey handsomeâŚâ âCome dance!â He tried pushing and pulling their hands away, then stiffened when he felt someone with large hands on his waist thrust their hips, a bulge poking into his ass. âPretty boyâŚâ He blacked out.
***
The buzzing woke Y/N up. She groaned as she turned over and blindly grabbed for her phone. Glancing at the clock as the light stung her eyes it read 3:32 a.m. âWhat the fuck?â she grumbled. She sat up on her elbow and answered the call. âHello?â
âY/N!â the voice yelled. âPlease, we canât find him, you have to help us. I donât knowââ
âWait wait,â Y/N sat all the way up. âWho is this?â
âItâs Winnie,â she cried. âBuckyâs gone!â
âWhat?â Y/N was now fully awake. âWhat do you mean? What happened?â
Winnie was uncontrollably crying and she heard a muffled noise as someone else took the phone. âY/N?â they said.
âWho is this?â she asked, getting out of bed and starting to get dressed.
âHey, itâs Steve.â He sounded exhausted. âI donât know what happened. We took him out tonight to a karaoke bar and he got caught up in the crowd and then there was all this shouting and pushing, then he ran,â he said. âWe tried following him out but he was long gone. Weâve been searching for hours, trying to call him, but he wonât answer. We donât know what to doâŚWinnie just called thinking you might be of help.â
âShit,â Y/N sighed as she put on her shoes. âSend me your address. Itâll take me a few hours but Iâm coming. I donât know how much help Iâll beâŚâ
âYou donât have to do that,â Steve said.
âToo bad, Iâm coming,â she said as she ran down the stairs, grabbing her wallet and keys and booking it to the front door. She opened it and as she turned to close and lock it she froze as she looked at the porch swing. âSteve,â she whispered. âHeâs here.â
âWhat?!â Steve asked incredulously. Â
âListen,â she said quietly. âIâll take care of him and call you guys in the morning, okay? Weâll figure it all out then. Just know that heâs here, and overall he looks like heâs okay.â
Steve sighed heavily and she heard a noise like he was rubbing his face. âOkay, thanks Y/N.â
âNo problem. Bye,â she hung up. She slowly approached the porch swing. Bucky was laying on it, facing away from her, his long legs dangling over the side. âBucky?â she called out. She reached a hand out and shook his arm gently. Bucky inhaled shakily. She leaned over him to find him staring wide-eyed at the porch swing slats. âBuck,â she reached her hand down and caressed his cheek with the backs of her fingers. His eyes fluttered shut. âCome back to me,â she whispered.
Bucky shivered and slowly turned his head to look at her. When his eyes found her they were wet and his chin trembled. âY/N,â he whispered.
âHey lover boy,â she smiled at him. âCome on, letâs get you warmed up,â she said, pulling his arm.
Bucky stiffly allowed her to move him, sitting up on the porch swing. She pulled him to stand and brought his arm around her shoulders. Y/N led him through the house then to the back buildings. She unlocked the comfy building, pulling him toward the cuddle room, then had him sit on the bed. She started pulling his jacket and shoes off and looking him over.
âAre you in any pain?â she asked quietly, her hands checking his hands, arms, feet, ankles, neck, and anything else she could immediately see.
âNo,â he mumbled. She looked at him and saw the tell-tale thousand yard stare. He was in shock.
âThatâs good,â she said, watching him carefully. She cupped his face in her hands, trying to get him to look at her. âHow did you get here?â
Buckyâs eyes were unfocused. âBus,â he murmured.
âFor fuckâs sake,â Y/N grumbled. She couldnât find any injuries and so she pushed him up further onto the bed, sitting in front of him. She grabbed his hands, taking one in each of her hands and massaging it.  âDo you wanna tell me what happened?â she asked.
Buckyâs eyes closed. He seemed to be reveling in the touch on his hands. âGuy grabbed me,â he muttered. âTouched meâŚthrusting at meâŚhands everywhereâŚâ he shivered again, his free hand tightening into a fist. Y/N quickly grabbed it, forcing his fingers open to massage his palm. âIâŚdonât remember.â
âThatâs okay,â Y/N soothed him. âHe shouldnât have done that without your consent. That wasnât right. Iâm sorry you felt unsafe. Itâs okay,â her hands moved up to his wrists, massaging them. âYouâre okay. Youâre safe here.â She took her time as she moved up his arms to his shoulders, massaging along the way. Her fingers softly scratched up his neck and his face. His beard had grown in more, and his hair was even longer than when she last saw him. Y/N leaned forward and scratched up into his hair, gently smoothing out any knots and massaging his scalp with her fingertips. Buckyâs eyes flew open and focused on her, flicking across her face like he was finally recognizing her. âIâve got you,â she whispered.
Buckyâs face scrunched in pain, his eyes filling with tears and spilling over. He leaned forward until his head rested on her shoulder, Y/N holding him and shushing him as he cried. His hands reached out and pulled her toward him, Y/N moving herself to straddle his lap as he hugged her tight. âIâve got you,â she murmured into his ear, kissing the side of his head. She pushed him so he would lay down next to her and held him, pulling a blanket over the both of them. He nuzzled into her chest as he cried, his tight hold never letting up. âIâve got you.â
***
The sun streamed into the room and shone on Buckyâs face. He groaned at the offending light. He was so comfortable he didnât want to move. The steady beating under his ear was soothing, but the pillow seemed to be moving. He slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the light, before looking around. He wasnât in his room. He was inâŚthe cuddle room? The pillow was a body, he was laying on Y/Nâs breast. He moved to sit up and looked up at her. She was still asleep, her chest rising and falling with each breath, her mouth slightly open and her eyes moving behind her eyelids. Her arm that cradled his head against her chest was hugging around him, her fingers still poised in his hair. He smiled. For the first time in months it was like his heart was settling down, his mind was quiet and his body was at ease.
Bucky settled back down, not wanting to wake her yet, and milk every moment of this peace that he could. Unfortunately, his squirming made her groan as she stretched next to him, slowly waking up and rubbing her eyes with her free hand. Y/N looked around momentarily before turning and looking at him. She sleepily smiled at him. âGood morning, Buck,â she whispered.
âGood morning,â he answered hoarsely. He cleared his throat and moved so that he was hovering over her. He reached a hand up and touched her face, his fingers tracing over her cheek, to her nose, and down her lips. âIâm sorry,â he said.
âFor what?â Y/N asked, watching him.
âFor this,â he said, looking away. âJust showing up out of nowhere in the middle of the night, having a panic attack, making you take care of meââ
âNo,â Y/N interrupted him. âYou have nothing to apologize for.â She grabbed the hand near her face and kissed his knuckles. âI told you, Iâve got you. But you should probably call your parents.â
Bucky hummed and nodded. âProbably should.â He sat up and she joined him, reaching for her phone on the nightstand next to the bed and checking. She had multiple texts from Winnie, which she quickly answered. âYour momâs freaking out,â she said quietly. âDo you have your phone?â
Bucky checked his pockets and found it. âYeah,â he said, trying to turn it on. âItâs dead.â
âHere,â she said, pulling up Winnieâs phone number. He thanked her and hit the call button.
âY/N?â his motherâs voice answered.
âHey Ma,â Bucky said.
âBucky!â she yelled, and there was a clattering on the other end and multiple voices calling out. âWhat happened? Oh honey, we were so worriedââ
âYou fucker!â Sam yelled.
âSam,â Steve chastised him. âBuck itâs okayââ
âBucky,â his fatherâs voice cut through. âAre you okay?â
âIâm fine,â Bucky said, watching Y/N hide her smile at all the concerned voices. âIâm okay. I justâŚhad something happen that was triggering. I honestly donât remember much of last night.â
George sighed shakily. âOkay. Iâm so sorry, my boy. Just, come home, okay? Do you need a ride? We can come get you.â
âDad, can IâŚâ he paused, glancing at Y/N. She was looking down at the bed. âCan I call you guys back? And weâll figure it out?â
George paused. âSure, sure. Just call back soon, please?â
âI will,â Bucky said reassuringly. âLove you guys. Iâm sorryââ
âDonât be!â yelled Steve.
Bucky chuckled and said goodbye once more before hanging up. He handed Y/N her phone back. âThank you,â he said. Â
âYouâre welcome,â she said, giving him a small, polite smile. She moved so that her back was against the wall to face him. They stared at each other for a long moment. âAre you sure youâre okay?â she asked finally.
âYeah,â he answered, looking at his hands. âIâll be okay. Just had a moment. Iâll stay away from packed bars for a while until I can work through it.â
âGood idea,â she agreed. They sat silently again. âI can drive you home,â she offered.
âI donât wanna leave,â he whispered. Another moment of silence. Â
âYouâŚyou gotta go home, Bucky,â Y/N said.
âI canât,â Bucky shook his head. âIt doesnât feel right.â
âWhat do you mean?â
He sighed. âI feel peace here. With you. My mind is finally quiet,â he glanced up at her. She didnât move. âMy heart feels calmer. My anxiety is gone. Please, donât send me away,â he reached a hand out and gripped her ankle. She didnât move again, but her breathing was getting heavier as she watched him. Her brow furrowed in the middle and she looked sadly at him. âIâll move up here,â he said, scooting forward. âI can work here, for you, keeping up the property, doing office stuff, whatever it is you need from me,â he said more earnestly. Y/N opened her mouth to protest. âYes, my family and friends are there,â he interrupted her, âbut that doesnât make it home. Youâre home,â he said, sitting in front of her, cupping her face in his hands. Y/N closed her eyes, hesitantly nuzzling her face into his palm. âMy life is here. Youâre my life. You, and this house, and this work, and Teddy,â he chuckled, and she snickered with him. âAll I want is this. All I want is you,â he leaned forward and kissed her nose. âPlease, Y/N,â he whispered. âIâll do whatever you need, whatever you want,â he rested his forehead against her forehead, his nose tracing along her cheek. âIâll be your lover boy, for as long as youâll have me.â Â
Y/N giggled. âHow can you say so many sweet things and sprinkle something dirty in there?â Â
âSee? Iâm fun to have around,â Bucky said. Â
Y/N looked up at him, the desire in her face giving him hope. âI want you,â she said. âIâve missed youâŚso much,â her voice wobbled with emotion. âI just donât want to take you from your family.â
âTheyâll understand,â Bucky said, kissing her cheek. âDad will probably want to move up here anyways.â
Y/N huffed a laugh and shook her head. âYou would drop everything to stay here? With me?â
Bucky nodded. âI love you. I would have done it 8 months ago if youâd let me.â
Y/N smiled softly. âI thought I was doing the right thing. I didnât mean to hurt you.â She nuzzled her nose against his. âYouâre so much more than inappropriate timings and stolen moments,â she said. Â
Bucky sighed and pulled her into his lap, his hands on her hips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. âYou love me?â
âYes,â Y/N said, nodding.
He leaned in and kissed her cheek. âSay it.â
Y/N smiled teasingly. âOr what?â
Bucky looked at her in surprise. âHm, so youâre not always Mommy are you?â
Y/N blushed and shrugged. âI said sometimes, didnât I?â Â
Buckyâs eyes narrowed. âBrat,â he called her teasingly. Y/Nâs eyes widened. Bucky leaned in again and kissed her other cheek, then her jaw, her chin, then the side of her mouth. She tried to chase his lips but he moved away and a small whine escaped her throat. âSay it,â he whispered against her skin. Y/N minutely shook her head and he groaned. He started kissing up to her forehead, over her eyelids, her nose, and back to her other cheek, littering kisses all over her face but just out of reach of her lips. Y/N tried to guide his face back to her mouth but he grabbed her wrists and held them behind her. She gasped as he kissed her neck.
âBuckyâŚâ she whimpered.
âSay it,â he grunted, nipping at her collarbone.
âI love you,â she whispered.
âAgain,â he licked a long stripe up her jugular.
âI love you,â Y/N said a little louder.
âAgain,â he growled in her ear.
âFuck, I love you,â she moaned loudly, pulling at her wrists in his firm hold.
âThatâs what I thought,â he chuckled before releasing her wrists.
âGod,â Y/N sighed, cupping his face in her hands again. She leaned in and started kissing all over his face. Her hips started to grind down on him, making his breath stutter. âAre you trying to drive me crazy? We canât do this in here,â she breathed.
âThen let me take you out,â Bucky said, trying to keep his wits about him. He stopped her kissing, even though he really didnât want to, and made her look at him. âYou can drive me back, Iâll tell my family and friends whatâs going on, and then weâll come back home, and Iâll take you out sometime. Or,â his hands ran up her sides, his fingertips barely sliding over the sides of her breasts, âyou can sing me another song next karaoke night, and I can show you just how much it affects me every time you sing? Especially those sexy songs?â
Y/N hummed as she scratched the back of his neck gently. âIt all sounds perfect,â she sighed. Â
Bucky smiled, leaning in and finally kissing her lips. âThen letâs go.â
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wingman - luke skywalker x reader
chapter one, chapter two, chapter three
chapter four -> cloud city ii
your university roommate han solo finds a rival (and love interest) in student council president leia skywalker, but both of them are too stubborn to admit that they have feelings for each other. luckily, you and her twin brother, luke, devise a plan to get the two of them to spend more time together. challenges arise, however, when you start to develop a crush on him.
chapter warnings: drug and alcohol usage, violence, blood, injuries. if you wish to skip the fight scene, scroll down to the text divider and begin with the line âYou were going to be fine.â i personally donât think thereâs anything incredibly graphic (especially considering the nature of star wars lol) but i never want my stories to cause stress or discomfort for anyone. please take care of yourself!
a/n: incorporating a lil bit of canon content into this au and introducing some plot! iâve been really nervous to post this chapter because of the slight tonal shift but hopefully you donât hate it lol <3
By the time the band ended their set, you were sweating, feeling parched and slightly sore with a small headache from enthusiastically moving your body to the songs. Han must have felt similarly, because he pointed to his breast pocket and flashed you a grin.
âCigarette?â he asked, gesturing to the door.
âIâll go with you since youâre so drunk,â you slurred, only slightly better off.
âChewie?â
Chewie shook his head, pointing to the bar. He wanted another drink, probably so he could match the level you and Han were at. With that, the two of you made your way outside, Lando eyeing you as you left. Something about the look he gave you made you feel a little on edge, but you chalked it up to the tensions youâd experienced earlier in the night. Han led you to the alley on the side of the building, lighting his cigarette and exhaling the smoke with a sigh of relief.
âLando pours âem strong,â he remarked, closing his eyes, âAlways has, but man. Iâm a little fucked up.â
âWell, thatâs what we came here for,â you said, sitting down on the sidewalk next to where he was standing.
The two of you stayed there for a bit, a comfortable silence playing out as Han smoked. All things considered, youâd had a good time so far. It had been a while since youâd gone to a nice venue like this. You leaned your head against his leg, closing your eyes and sighing as you soaked in the cityâs soundscape. Being here still felt surreal sometimes, but you were thankful to have friends who made you feel so grounded.
âHan Solo,â a voice rang out, piercing the tranquility the two of you had created out in the alleyway.
You didnât know who the voice belonged to, but Han sure did. He immediately tensed, but didnât put his cigarette out.
âWhat a surprise,â your roommate replied, though you caught an ounce of distress in his drunken words, âGood to see you, Fett.â
âWish I could say the same,â the man said, finally close enough to see. The streetlight illuminated his features only slightly, but he was strong, with a stern expression that made you feel uneasy.
âCan we help you?â you asked, standing up from your spot on the sidewalk. When Han gently nudged your hand, however, you shrank back against the wall slightly.
âYou probably canât,â the manâFett, Han had called himâreplied coldly, meeting your eyes. This guy had to be at least thirty, and you tried to sort through your scrambled thoughts to figure out what he could want with Han.
âHeâs right,â Han agreed, surprising you, âYou should go inside. Find Chewie.â
âNo,â Fett said sternly, grabbing your wrist as you turned to leave, âI wonât hurt you, but I canât let you do that. You just stand there and watch.â
âWatch what?â you asked, stomach starting to churn. You didnât like this.
âThat all depends on him.â
âListen, Boba. I told the Hutts that Iâd pay them back once I graduated. Iâll pay them double, even. I just have to take another semester.â
âJabba doesnât think youâll graduate at all,â the man replied, inching closer to Han, âAnd he doesnât give a shit about your education, anyway. Heâs been generous enough to offer you your old job back, though. Heâd take the money you owe him out of your paycheck, and youâd have to work for him until it was all paid off.â
âWeâve been through this before,â Han said, taking another drag of his cigarette and blowing it in Fettâs face, âI donât deal anymore, and he knows that. You know that.â
âIâm here to give you another chance to make the reasonable choice,â he warned, his fierce tone contradicting his words. This was a threat, you realized.
âNo,â he said, putting his cigarette out against the wall and letting it drop to the ground, âI canât. Theyâll kick me out of here if I get caught smuggling drugs, Boba. Just tell him that Iâm graduating soon, and Iâll be able to land a pretty nice job with an engineering degree, so he doesnât need toââ
Boba didnât let him finish before he punched him square in the jaw, Han falling back against the wall from the force of it. Immediately, you turned to run inside, but you were quickly grabbed and restrained by another man. You watched in horror as a few more people emerged from the other side of the alleyway, walking towards your group. Reinforcements, you supposed. If you werenât so frightened, youâd find humor in the fact that Han was apparently enough trouble to warrant such a sizable crowd.
Han braced himself against the cool brick, managing to muster enough energy and coordination in his drunken state to land a hit on his opponent. Boba faltered slightly, but the attack only served to piss him off even more.
âHold him still,â he ordered, and two of the men he was with each grabbed one of Hanâs arms, forcing him to stand upright. Your stomach sank when Boba pulled out something shiny from his pocket, and when he fitted the metal onto his hand, you lurched forward, trying to come to your friendâs rescue. When the men pulled you back, you continued to struggle, resulting in a harsh blow being delivered to your ribs.
âKid, âs alright. Donât get yourself into any trouble,â Han mumbled, his speech slightly obscured by the blood pouring from his upper lip.
âYouâre gonna kill him,â you cried as Boba admired the brass knuckles on his hand.
âLast chance, Solo,â he said, ignoring you, âYou can either repay your debt by coming back to work for Jabba, or you can repay it with your life right now.â
âYou donât understand,â Han hissed, almost collapsing but being jerked back upwards by the men restraining him, âI canât transport that shit anymore. Iâve worked too hard to get here. But I can still pay him. Hell, Iâll even do triple. Donât be a foolââ
That was the wrong answer, it seemed. You screamed as Boba delivered the first punch with the brass knuckles to Hanâs ribs, helplessly thrashing against your captors.
âLando will come looking for us,â you yelled, still trying to fight back against the men holding you, âHe saw us walk out here.â
âI paid Lando a hundred bucks to stay inside and mind his business,â Boba replied coolly, hitting Han again, âDonât you worry about a thing.â
Realizing the direness of your situation, you shoved your heel as hard as you could into the foot of the man to your right, his grip loosening on you just enough to allow you to break free for a moment. Without thinking twice, you pushed your finger into the eye of the man on your left, causing him to reel back in pain.
You ran as far as you could to the end of the alleyway, trying to at least make sure your cry for help was heard before your captors inevitably caught up to you. You almost made it, and when your escape attempt was thwarted by one of the men pulling you backwards, you screamed as loudly as you could. The consequence of this was that a piece of cloth was shoved into your mouth, effectively gagging you. Tears streamed down your face as you struggled again, trying to resist being dragged back to the scene of your closest friend being beaten within an inch of his life. The man whose eye youâd injured welcomed you back into the group by throwing you onto the concrete harshly, and you let out a deep wheeze of pain.
âNot worth it, kid,â Han pleaded, his voice strained, âItâll be okay. âS okayââ
He was cut off by Boba gripping his hair harshly and delivering a knee to his stomach, causing him to gasp and cough up a small amount of blood.
âWhat a fitting end for you, Han Solo. Getting the shit beat out of you in the back of an alley while those rich brats youâve tried so hard to fit in with donât even care enough to come see what all the commotion is about. You were better off as one of us.â
Han said nothingâhe couldnât speak anymore, you realized. Between the copious amounts of alcohol heâd consumed and the violence heâd endured, it was a miracle that he was even still conscious. You watched helplessly as Boba continued to hit him, only using the brass knuckles on occasion, making you realize that he was intentionally dragging it out. It was audacious to believe that no one would catch him, but Boba had convinced even you that no one was coming to your rescue at this point. The weight of the realization was suffocating, and you werenât sure if the gag choking you or the deep despair you felt was what caused more tears to escape you.
You couldnât watch any longer. You looked off into the distance, trying to focus on something else as you were forced to listen to Hanâs pained grunts and gasps. Your vision was slightly blurred from crying, but when a familiar silhouette appeared at the end of the alleyway, you felt relief wash over you. It was Chewie. Heâd come to look for you.
You briefly fretted over him meeting a fate similar to your own, but you realized quickly that he wasnât alone. None other than Luke Skywalker was in tow, his teammates still following him.
âHey!â he shouted, racing towards you all. You tried to warn him about the ferocity of your opponents, tried to tell him that this was no normal bar squabbleâbut it was too late. As soon as he had breached the group, Boba turned sharply, punching him in the face with his bare hand. Luke hissed in pain, but to your surprise, swung back with enough force to make Boba stumble. The other man grunted and raised his other fistâthe one with the brass knucklesâand you tried to scream out a warning, your cries muffled by the rag in your mouth. Surprising you further, however, Luke dodged his attack, throwing him off balance enough to shove him to the side harshly and rush towards you. In his tracks, his teammates picked up his slack, and there, in the alley of Cloud City, a true fight broke out. The men who had been keeping watch over you ran to defend their leader, and Luke made his way to you.
âCall the police!â Luke shouted, kneeling down in front of you. Blood was pouring from his nose and his lip, but he didnât seem to mind as he pulled the rag from your mouth. You coughed, choking slightly at the sudden change in pressure. His hand cupped your cheek immediately, thumb gently wiping away stray tears from your face. You werenât sure if it was the adrenaline getting to your head, but in that moment, you felt incredibly cared about in a way that was all too genuine for the type of relationship you and Luke had.
âItâs okay,â he told you, seemingly much more sober than heâd been inside, âIâm gonna take care of everything. Gonna get help.â
You looked past him to see Chewie and his teammates fighting off Fettâs group, Han having collapsed onto the ground without the support of his captors holding him up.
âTell Lando to get out here now!â Luke yelled again, and one of his teammates raced towards the bar.
âThey paid Lando a hundred bucks to stay inside,â you recited, your head pounding.
âOkay? Iâll pay him two hundred to get outside,â Luke scoffed, trying to help you sit up.
âPolice are on their way!â you heard someone yell. You looked down the alley to see Lando himself, two bouncers standing next to him. You could have hit him at the moment, but because of your current injuries, you stayed put.
You watched as Boba delivered a few more heavy blows to Lukeâs teammates, only two of his own men still standing, stumbling to catch up with him.
âYouâre gonna regret this, Calrissian. You shouldâve kept your ass inside like I told you to,â Fett shouted, backing up to exit the other end of the alley.
âI didnât realize you were trying to kill Han outside of my bar,â Lando retaliated, watching Boba carefully as he walked backwards to his escape route.
âIt didnât concern you.â
When he stumbled in your direction, he couldnât resist the urge to pull Luke up by his hair, the other man surprised by the sudden attack.
âAnd you,â Fett hissed, Lando and Lukeâs remaining teammates now sprinting towards you, âIâll teach you to interrupt a manâs business.â
âDo your worst. Weâll see where it gets you,â Luke replied, voice strained by the tugging on his hair. You watched as Luke took the opportunity to carefully study Bobaâs face rather than fight back, and you were once again seized by an emotion that you couldnât quite place.
Fett glared at him, pulling him higher up and then throwing him to the ground as hard as he could, the sound of Lukeâs body smacking against the concrete making you wince. He groaned beside of you, and you werenât sure if the blood pouring from his face was new or from the first altercation heâd had with him. With that, Fett escaped the alleyway, Lando and his men chasing after him.
âLuke!â Biggs shouted, running to where you all were.
âLeia,â Luke choked out, gasping for air as most of it had been knocked out of him, âCall Leia.â
Biggs nodded, and you heard sirens wailing in the distance, the red flashing lights of what you assumed was an ambulance illuminating the surrounding buildings. One of Lukeâs other teammates stumbled over to check on him, and you knew instantly that heâd never seen such violence firsthand. It was Elias.
âElevate his head,â you told him, struggling to pull yourself to your feet, âFind out where heâs bleeding.â
Elias nodded, shaky hands lifting Lukeâs head and placing his coat underneath it. You stumbled towards Han, mustering all of your strength. Chewie was already at his side, having leaned him up against the wall so he was sitting upright.
âHan,â you gasped, falling to your knees next to him, âCan you hear me?â
When he didnât say anything, you began to panic slightly, lifting his head to try to make him meet your eyes.
âHan,â you said again, and his eyes opened slightly as he tried to take in your appearance.
âBleeding,â he managed to sputter out, âYouâre bleeding. Your face.â
âYouâre a whole lot worse, man,â you tried to joke, but you couldnât stop your eyes from watering.
âI need a cigarette,â he slurred, and you leaned his head to the side slightly.
âSpit,â you told him, and when he did, you couldnât even see any salivaâonly blood. His eyes fluttered closed again, and you brushed his hair from his forehead gently.
âYou have to stay awake, Han,â you told him sternly, keeping his head upright. Chewie gave you a concerned look. This was bad.
Luckily, the ambulance arrived then, parking at the end of the alley. A few paramedics rushed out and immediately identified Han as being in the most critical condition, lifting him onto a stretcher and taking him to the ambulance. Two more arrived soon after, and a few police cars were there as well. You watched as Lando reappeared, explaining the situation to the cops.
âYou should go with Han,â you told Chewie. He frowned, looking you over and shaking his head.
âThey probably wonât let me do it because they need to check me out first, but youâre fine. You should go. Iâll be okay.â
Reluctantly, Chewie nodded, pulling you into a gentle embrace before departing, running towards the ambulance Han was in. You let out a sigh of relief, feeling better knowing that your roommates would be there for each other. You saw Elias, Biggs, and some more paramedics help Luke into the back of an ambulance, and when he murmured something you couldnât quite make out from this distance, Biggs came over to where you were standing, some paramedics behind him.
âThey wanna look you over,â he explained, offering you his arm. You nodded, allowing yourself to be escorted away from the blood stained alleyway.
âââ シ ・ďžâ: .â˝ . :âďž. âââ
You were going to be fine. You had broken your wrist from how youâd landed when you were thrown, and you had some serious bruising on your ribs, but overall, you were going to be fine. When you were cleared, you exited the back of the ambulance, only to find Luke sitting on a bench across from you.
âShouldnât you be in one of those ambulances?â you asked, taking in his appearance.
He had a black eye and a busted lip that had been stitched up, but he smiled at you regardless.
âAlready got cleared. Got a concussion, a black eye, stitches, and my ribs are all bruised up, but nothing that requires going to the emergency room. How about you?â
You sat down next to him, sighing from the ache in your body, âMy ribs are bruised too. And I broke my wrist. Wanna sign my cast later?â
âOf course,â he said happily, leaning back and looking at you, âBut really, are you okay?â
âNo,â you whispered, frowning as you stared at the sidewalk, âI thought I was about to watch him die.â
Luke sat up, taking your good hand into his own.
âIâm so sorry I didnât get out here sooner. Chewie came to see if you were with me, and then we went outside to look for you. Then we heard you scream. I had no idea. Iâm sorry.â
âItâs not your fault,â you assured him, squeezing his hand, âGlad I didnât mess my throat up for no reason, I guess.â
He didnât laugh, and instead he pulled you into a hug, his hand resting securely on the back of your neck. The safety of his embrace made your eyes water, and you melted into his touch.
âI was scared,â you whispered into his shoulder, allowing a man you hardly knew to hold you on a park bench in the middle of the city.
âMe too,â he told you, gently carding his fingers through your hair, âBut itâs over, and weâll have more answers tomorrow.â
You nodded, the words causing your mind to drift to Han. You pulled back and checked your phone.
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Chewie: heâs stable. in and out of consciousness, but heâll be okay. doing x-rays soon.
Chewie: r u ok?? did u get ur injuries checked out?
Chewie: ok he has some broken ribs and a broken nose. pretty bad concussion too. they want to keep him overnight at least.
Chewie: iâm gonna stay tn. you should go home and get some sleep. youâve been thru a lot. pls txt when u can to lmk ur ok
Texting a quick message back, you sighed, relieved that Han was going to be okay but still nervous about his injuries. The stress must have shown on your face, because Luke placed an arm around you, letting you lean your head on his shoulder.
âHow is he?â he asked, rubbing your arm.
âAt the hospital. Broken bones, but heâll be okay, according to Chewie,â you said, allowing him to console you, âThank you, by the way. I owe you one.â
âDonât thank me,â he told you, âSetting my sister up with Han doesnât really work if he gets killed in the back of an alleyway.â
You chuckled a little at that, glad for Lukeâs ability to lighten the mood.
âBut really,â he said seriously, âYou donât owe me anything. Iâm just glad youâre okay.â
Just then, a sleek, black car pulled into the parking lot, and none other than Leia crawled out of the passenger seat. Of course they had a personal driver.
âWhat the fuck,â she muttered, taking in the crime scene tape and Lukeâs battered appearance before rushing over to you, âWhat happened?â
âSome guys tried to kill Han during his cigarette break,â you explained simply, the weight of your exhaustion setting in, making it impossible for you to offer more context.
âHan?â she asked, concern written all over her features, âWhere is he?â
âHospital. Theyâre keeping him overnight.â
âShit,â she huffed, taking Lukeâs face into her hands and evaluating the damage, âHow did you get involved?â
âHe and Chewie and his friends stepped in,â you told her, watching as she eyed the stitches on his lip, âProbably wouldâve died if he didnât.â
She sighed, stepping back and putting her hands on her hips, seemingly unsure of what to do. She stared at you for a second, and then back at Luke, clearly distressed by his injuries. Her concern for him was sweet.
âLocal news headlines are gonna pick this up,â she said, frowning, âI think Landoâs gonna talk to the press to make it clear that it was an attack and you came to the rescue, but I donât know.â
âI donât care,â Luke told her, waving his hand dismissively, âI donât wanna worry about stuff like that right now.â
âI know,â she replied, sighing again, âMom and Dad are gonna lose their shitââ
âI donât care.â
âYou should call them,â she urged, looking at his injuries again, âSomeone else probably has by now. Have you checked your phone?â
âNo,â he said, looking annoyed, âHave you?â
âNo. Iâve been afraid of what theyâll say.â
âWill they be angry with you?â you asked, not sure what kind of reaction you should be anticipating from the Skywalker family.
âProbably with me for not filling them in,â Leia admitted, her voice weary.
âProbably with me for getting hurt,â Luke added.
âI bet theyâll want us to come home for the rest of the weekend.â
âAbsolutely not,â Luke grimaced, rubbing his temple with his free hand.
âOr theyâll send someone to check on you.â
âThatâs such a waste of time,â he scoffed.
âDadâs press tour is soon. The last thing you need while youâre recovering is for a bunch of delusional kids online to speculate about how you got hurt. Theyâll probably find a way to romanticize it. You know how they are.â
âLeia,â Luke said sternly, though his tone was still gentle, âYou know I donât care about that stuff. Theyâve been writing weird shit about me since I was sixteen. And if they publish something about me getting in a fight, thatâs okay. Itâs for me to worry about.â
âYouâre right. Sorry,â she replied, sighing, âI donât know where my head is at right now. I was so worried about you.â
Luke sighed too, standing from the bench to hug his sister.
âIâm fine, Leia,â he told her, and seeing how soft he was with her made your heart beat a little faster. He was a good brother.
âYou should stay at our place,â Luke offered suddenly, meeting your eyes, âSince Han and Chewie wonât be home. I donât want you to be there by yourself after tonight.â
You almost protested, feeling awkward invading their space like that, but then Leia spoke too.
âI think thatâs a good idea. Especially with those men still on the loose,â she added.
âI donât wanna intrudeââ
âYou wonât be. Please,â Luke interjected, looking at you with wide, hopeful eyes.
âOnly if youâre sure itâs okay,â you reluctantly agreed.
âOf course,â he insisted, helping you stand, âItâs just me and Leia, so thereâs nothing to stress about.â
You guys are basically aristocrats. How is that not stressful? you wanted to say, but you held your tongue, following them to the car where their driver was holding the door for you. The high quality leather seats felt alien to you when you sat down in the back with Luke. He must have noticed your discomfort, because he reached for your hand soon after. With little hesitation, you accepted, and he immediately tangled your fingers together, giving you one of his signature soft smiles. Even in the mostly dark vehicle, his eyes still shone brightly, and something about that fact made your cheeks flush.
You briefly wondered if you were getting too personally involved with the Skywalkers, but with Leia in the front seat telling the driver to take you all home and Luke in the back with his hand in yours, you knew that there was little you could do about it now.
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the only thing stopping me from writing larxene x aura blackquill smut is that i have no earthly fucking idea how to get the two in a room together. wouldnt want it to be some 'au where theyre both office workers and get locked in a closet xoxo' thing. aiming for fully plausible 'YOU CAN'T PROVE IT DIDN'T HAPPEN'. i usually place japanifornia in quadratum for my ends re: keyblade revolutionnaire, but that asks wicked questions abt how larxene got there so my best bet is probably 'san fransokyo and we imply that the plot of big hero 6 is happening in the background of aa during the 7 year gap'. but then what
#got them on the same world at least :bloody_thumbs_up:#all i can think is they meet in a bar -> fucking hate each other -> take it outside -> make out against a wall -> onwards and upwards#but like. wtf are they fighting abt. what happens after they make out#like ik dom/sub stuff is optional but larxy and aura are both wicked domineering#(i usually call her 'larry' as my nickname to keep myself from maintagging her but i absolutely cannot do that anywhere near aa)#am i even familiar enough with their characters to write em faithfully < asking this abt crossover femslash with a target audience of 0#so like it turns out there are a number of things stopping me! among them that ive never written any smut that isnt materfred bullshit#will think it over and then maybe...#god if this is the first kh x aa thing i write and Not keyblade revolutionnaire im gonna get laughed out of my own brain#larxquill
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i really really need pitfighter vi being mean to reader during sexđ
Too real she needs to blow off some steam and reader has a thing for getting degraded. They match each other's freak soooo well.
Content: 877 words, strap-on sex (r! receiving), multiple + forced orgasms, overstimulation, choking, degradation kink, dacryphilia, use of degrading names, spanking, hair pulling
Vi is deep inside your guts, her cock slamming into you over and over again without even a second of mercy.
She has pulled three orgasms out of you already, and she has no intentions of stopping yet.
Your face is buried in the sheets, the only pillow being used underneath your stomach so you can feel the way Vi is pounding into you so hard you swear her silicone shaft is gonna be imprinted into your pussy.
You try begging for mercy. Vi slams harder into you and delivers a harsh blow to your ass cheek.
"You want me to stop now? Is that what you want?"
You're too cock-drunk to answer, only gurgling out a broken little whine.
"Listen here, baby," she gathers your hair into a ponytail and yanks it back, forcing you to look back at her, "you deserve to get fucked hard for what you pulled earlier."
You whine, knowing it was true. She thrusts into you even harder after being reminded of how you looked all smug with some random creep offering to pay for your drink. She releases her grip on your hair only to dig her black nails into your hips.
"You wanna go flirt with other people to get my attention, huh baby?" She pulls out, making you think she is finally through with you, before she slams her thick cock right back into your tender pussy. Then, one of her hands leaves your hip and strikes another harsh smack to your ass, her handprint branded into the fat. making you cry out and grasp the sheets. "Well, mission accomplished."
You know you look a mess, tears running down your face and your mascara staining up the sheets. Your hair is all tangled from Vi grabbing onto it so much so she can force your head up or to just treat you like a bitch. You let out breathy little cries every single time her harness meets your ass, only to feel the raw heat of overstimulation when she grinds up against your g-spot.
You can feel your fourth orgasm of the night bubble up within your pussy. You think one this may actually give you a heart attack, but it feels so fucking addictive.
You don't even know what's wrong with you; you always do this to Vi. Go slut around to the guys at the Zaun bars so she will get jealous and wreck your pussy. It's not like it is cheating, you two are only fucking and she likes the game just as much as you do, but she sure fucks you like she hates you. Even if you don't know it yet, she owns you completely. Even if you're not her girlfriend yet, your pussy? It belongs only to her. Nobody else gets you.
She eases the shaft out of your dripping pussy and flips you over onto your back before you can even protest. She pulls you by your legs further back so the pillow underneath you is perfectly situated for her advantage, and then you realize why she flipped you over when she hand grasps at your throat.
Her other hand guides the cock back into your pussy, earning a broken moan from you that sounds almost wounded, but the greed in your eyes tells her you're not tapped out yet. Her fingers wrap around your neck, squeezing tightly as she pumps her cock deep inside you once more. Her hand reaches between your bodies, harshly rubbing at your clit and flicking at it with her calloused fingers.
You start to cry when your orgasm finally crashes over you. It is somehow even more intense than the others. Maybe it's the view of Vi's pretty face, her pigmented black makeup trailing down her cheeks or the hunger in her eyes. It is most likely the hand around your neck knocking the air out of your lungs.
Wave after wave after wave. Vi isn't lenient, even as you sob. It feels so euphoric to get fucked so roughly, and she at least knows you well enough to see the look of raw pleasure making your eyes roll back into your head. She knows just how to treat your needy pussy, how to make it satisfied until your walls are tender and your clit is swollen and abused in the best way possible. You cum so hard it truly hurts. It hurts so good.
She talks you through it all, coaxes your juices out of you in the worst way possible.
"Bet the dickhead from the bar couldn't fuck you like this?"
"Yeah, baby...cum all over my dick. You like my fake one better than his real one, huh?"
"You don't fucking deserve to cum."
When you come down, she does stop. She can see that you're finally satisfied, and so she pulls out. She doesn't even pull the strap-on off of her hips, only falls limps back onto the bed.
After a few minutes, she hears you speak up. "Vi..?"
"Yeah?" Jeez, you sound as wrecked as I do, Vi is what you're thinking.
"Can you do it one last time? Please..?"
Vi snorts and sits up. "Your stamina is so fucked," but she is already back between your legs once more.
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more than enough | lando norris
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requested: Hi lovely, I loved just friends!! Since reading, all Iâve been able to thinking about is bestfriend/roomate Lando. Maybe youâre not able to join him for race weekend and he hasnât heard from you, like at all. When he returns, he thinks youâre not home until he hears the sobs and realises something is really wrong. Maybe youâve broken up with your boyfriend and Lando is standing on the other side of your locked bedroom door, absolutely in love with you and hurting because youâre hurting đŤ
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landonorris WE FUCKING DID IT!!!!! P1 in Miami!!!!! you bitches can't call me lando nowins anymore!!!
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fan you can tell lando runs his own social media... âł mclaren it is our biggest burden
oscarpiastri well done mate! well deserved! âĽď¸ landonorris âł landonorris you next osc!!!
maxverstappen1 i said i'd have to collect my wins before you start coming for them, congrats winner! âĽď¸ landonorris
mclaren our papaya boy, you will always be loved (heart) âĽď¸ landonorris
fan WHERE IS Y/N?????? âł fan lando said in an interview that she couldn't come this week!!!! i'm sure she texted / called him
fan i know y/ns screaming and crying at the fact she couldn't be there this week
fan no lando / y/n hugging photo :((((( i miss my best friends
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f1gossip Lando Norris' roommate and best friend Y/N L/N was caught in a heated argument with her recently debuted beau outside a restaurant in Monaco. The person who sent the photo in was too far away to hear the argument, but said Y/N seemed despondent to the situation, watching her boyfriend walk away before paying the bill and leaving quietly. Soon after, waiter's came to each outside table and told them Y/N sent her apologies for the commotion.
fan y/n :(((( was he the reason she couldn't go to Miami????
fan i'm gonna dox him âł fan i mean... i'm not gonna stop you
fan i have a knife.
fan i hope he's an ex boyfriend now wtf???
fan do you guys remember the pics of her and lando talking at padel and her bf was shooting DAGGERS at lando??? yeah somethings going on there âł fan we hate insecure men
fan lando i know u have money and connections i need this man to disappear
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It wasnât unusual for you to go radio silent after a race you werenât able to attend, especially one on the other side of the world. Lando was used to a simple âcongrats on P4!<3333â or wherever he had placed that time, and then you would be off to the land of dreams as he went about his day, shuffling between meetings and the media paddock.Â
Today was different however. Lando had actually won. Heâd won his first ever race and his best friend and roommate was virtually nowhere to be seen. He couldnât help but feel a little angry at you, you knew how much P1 meant to him, the hours he had spent moping around the little apartment the two of you shared after a bad race and the rants he would go on when he placed P2 but was inches from that ever so elusive win, slipping just through his fingertips.Â
He fired off one last text to you before sliding the phone back into the waistband of his fireproofs so he had his hands free to accept celebratory fist bumps and handshakes from every garage along the paddock.Â
The lack of communication from you slowly slipped his mind after he had interview after interview, the kind and excited words of the journalists filling him with pride as they recall just how far ahead of Max he had been. Sure, his mood soured everytime someone mentioned that he got lucky with the safety car but his mother always told him that luck was something to utilise, not something to rely on.Â
When he was finally free of the mediaâs hands, he checked his phone again. No messages from you which made him sigh, but one from Max. Opening their text thread, heâd dropped Lando a location pin for a well known bar in Miami along with the sentence â9pm, be there or be square, race winnerâ.Â
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To be quite honest, Lando doesnât remember much of the party. Hell, he doesnât even remember getting there, Zak having plied him with glass after glass of champagne during their debrief. Heâs pretty sure Oscar had been the one to zip his fly up when they met outside their hotel rooms before the party, hands moving up to recentre his shirt so only a slightly scandalous amount of chest showed.Â
Sitting on the private jet, again courtesy of Max, he thumbed through the last text thread between the two of you. Youâd seemed fine, mentioning that you were going out for a meal with your boyfriend before the race started, and then⌠nothing. Complete and total radio silence.Â
Maybe you were still with your boyfriend, too wrapped up in that jackass to notice the 17 messages Lando had left you since last night.Â
God, he hated that guy. Ever since the day you had introduced him to Lando, heâd had a bad feeling. The guy was too touchy, arm wrapped securely and possessively around your waist like Lando was some kind of threat.Â
And maybe he was.Â
If heâd just manned up and told you the truth, that heâd loved you since the moment the two of you met one sunny day when he was still an F2 driver and you were the sister of one of his rivals, then maybe it would be his arm draped around you.Â
Instead he had smiled, rolled over and showed his stomach like a runt at the bottom of the food chain, and watched from afar as the guy whisked you away under a mottled sunset.Â
He felt a nudge at his side, eyes meeting Maxâs curious ones. âStill no reply?â
He sighed, shaking his head as he pocketed his phone once again. âMaybe sheâs busyâŚâ
The excuse sounds weak even to his own ears, and when Max simply hums unbelievingly, he sighs again, mind torn in half at the elation of his win and the sadness of your ignoration.Â
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Sliding the key into the door, he listened ahead for any sign of life. The sound of dishes clinking in the sink, or your playlist of noughties hits that he always pretended to hate but would secretly sing along to when you werenât looking.Â
The silence that blankets him is unnerving. Too reminiscent of when heâd moved here alone and had all but begged you to join him, promising a rent free and easy going life.Â
Checking the kitchen, he sees itâs exactly as he left it last week. The living room is barely lived in, the odd throw misplaced from the back of the sofa. His game room door is still shut, as is both his and your bedrooms.Â
As he walks through to drop his suitcase off in his room, dreading the amount of washing that will fall out of it when he gets the energy to open, he hears a noise. From your bedroom, specifically.Â
Checking his watch, he sees its 2 in the afternoon. Normally, you would be up and out by now, dragging Lando to whatever new fad you had seen on tiktok, or to the padel courts where he would inevitably lose to you.Â
Leaning so his ear presses against the door, he can make out the shuffling of sheets. Maybe you had decided to do some laundry whilst you waited for him to get back. But then, the sound of sniffling joins.Â
He freezes on the spot, ear still pressed haphazardly to the wooden door. The sniffles get louder and louder, soon joined behind an unmistakable sob. He can feel his heart drop to the floor, his stomach joining it on its tumultuous way down.Â
You were crying. And he had no idea why.Â
Pulling away from the door, his hand hovers the knob. Should he knock first? Should he just leave you to it? Normally, when you were sad, you would sneak into whichever room he was in, either reaching a hand out to lay against his back or sitting close enough so your thighs touch. He knew you needed to feel some part of him in order to ground yourself, and he always obliged. Oftentimes, the two of you would end up cuddled on the couch, some soppy chick flick on the tv as you gave into the warmth surrounding you, eyes closing as you rested your head against his shoulder. Despite how much it hurt to see you sad, he couldnât deny these quiet moments were his favourite part of any day.Â
Another sob breaks out, the sound so cruel and visceral, it was as if it had been yanked from your very soul. He forgoes knocking, hand twisting the knob harshly. He tries to push it open, only to be met by a force pushing back against him.Â
Youâd locked the door.Â
In the 4 years of living together, neither of you had ever once locked your bedroom doors, knowing the other would knock before entering but still feeling comfortable enough to forgo privacy so the rooms could be open to the other whenever.Â
âY/N?â He calls out hesitantly, as one would approach an injured bird.Â
The sobs become muffled, more shuffling of sheets before you call back to him, voice weak and torn along the edges. âLando?â
He normally loved when you said his name, but the whine that accompanies it today leaves a sour taste in his mouth. He knows he should ask whatâs wrong but he doesnât know where to begin. Heâs never not known why youâre sad, the two of you an open book shared between friends.Â
He starts the only way he knows how. âDid you watch the race?â
More shuffling of sheets and when you respond, your voice is closer. âIâm sorry Lan, I didnât get a chance to.â A moment of silence passes between the two of you. âHow did you do?â
He wants to be angry. He really does. The one time you don't watch a race and he only goes and bloody wins it. âI won.â
âWhat?â Your voice wobbles, wondering if you were imagining what he had just said.Â
âI won, Y/N. My first P1. 7 seconds ahead of Max.â
He waits for your response, probably some form of congratulations spoken through wood given your current mood. What he wasnât expecting was for you to unlock and slam open the door, the both of you wincing as it bangs against the wall. âSay that again.â
He takes you in for a moment. Bloodshot eyes rimmed with violet, tears still making their way down flushed cheeks. Youâre wrapped in your duvet, only your head visible as the duvet covers what is probably bedhead and your favourite set of pyjamas - flannel trousers and a t-shirt of Landoâs you had stolen at some point.Â
Shrugging his shoulders, he smiles warily at you. âI won.â
Throwing yourself at him, he takes a moment to steady the two of you, arms wrapping around the mass of duvets surrounding you. He can feel you crying again, tears soaking the collar of his shirt.Â
âIâm sorry. Iâm so sorry, Lan. I should have watched, I mean you won and I wasnât even there to watch. Iâm sorry, please forgive me.â You choke through the words, fingers digging roughly into Landoâs back.Â
He winces at the feeling of your nails digging into his skin through the shirt, squeezing you even closer to him. âDonât be sorry. Something obviously happened.â He uses the mound of duvet to pull you away, eyes flickering over your face. You look heartbroken in more ways than one. âWhat happened, sweet girl?â
Your lips quiver at the nickname, a hand poking through the duvet to reveal your phone. After 3 tries of using face ID, you huff, angrily putting in your passcode before turning the screen to Lando.Â
He scans the screen. Itâs an instagram post by some F1 gossip page. He recognised the user as one who often tried to paint him as some womaniser, taking any regular interaction with a woman as a sign he was sleeping with them.Â
This post, however, is different. He sees you first, mouth in a tense line as you stare blankly at your boyfriend. Then he sees the caption.Â
The anger returns, festering and dark, this time directed to your dickhead of a boyfriend. âWhat did he do?â
You sigh, locking the screen and pulling your hand back into the duvet cocoon. âI said I wanted to go home because your race was about to start. He got angry and accused me of being in love with you. I pointed out that I was literally on a date with him. He called me every name under the sun, told me we were over and then stormed off. Iâm sorry, Lan, this isnât good publicity for you.â
He scoffed, eyebrows raising skyward. âI dont give a fuck about the publicity, I care about you. How dare he speak to you like that?â He can tell the angers bleeding into his tone but heâs about 2 seconds away from finding out where that prick lives and beating him over the head with a padel racket. âAre you ok? Do you want to put on a chick flick? Order a takeaway? Go to a rage room and plaster his face across every breakable thing?â Moving closer, he rests his hand against your jaw, nudging it between your tear stained skin and the soft duvet. âTell me what you want me to do and Iâll do it.â
Sighing, you nuzzle against his hand. âNone of that, Lan. I just want to cry and forget what happened last night.â
Swallowing his pride, he nods. âDo you want me to talk to him? I can tell him weâre not in love with each other. Just best friends.â The ending comes out a little bitterly, but he hopes youâre too distracted to notice.Â
You smile up at him affectionately. The simple curve is enough to make his heart flutter from where it had picked itself off the floor and wormed its way back into his chest.Â
Reaching up to lay your hand over his, lacing your fingers between his, you sandwich it between the warmth he so craved. âI just want to be with you. You make everything better.â
He reflects your smile, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone. You wanted him, just him, and for now that was more than enough.Â
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nct dream's voicemails
pairing: nct dream x gn!reader
genre: really all of them are different genres so idk buckle up; angst, established relationship (mark); comfort, established relationship (renjun); friends who have a thing going on and the dreamies are menaces (jeno); classmates, acquaintances but you're kinda cute (haechan); sick reader, fluff, established relationship (jaemin); basketball player and his "friend", bonus: he's drunk (chenle); idol x non idol, established relationship, kind of angsty if you squint but not really (jisung)
cw: cursing in mark's and jeno's, chenle's under the influence and he calls reader "pretty"
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#mark
"i'm sorry. look, i... i know you probably don't want to talk to me right now, i get it. i shouldn't have said any of that and i'm so fucking sorry. i hate what i did and i have no excuse for being an asshole to you, but it's been almost two hours since you left and honestly i'm so worried i'm losing my mind. you don't have to come back yet, or call me back if you don't want to, but please, for the love of god, just let me know you're somewhere safe. shit, i'm so, so sorry. let's talk when you're ready, okay? i'll sleep on the couch tonight, so if you come back you can take the bedroom. i'm sorry. i love you."
#renjun
"hi, y/n. i'm sorry for calling so late, but, uh, i wanted to check up on you, you seemed a bit off today. maybe i'm imagining things, i don't know, but i couldn't stop thinking about it so i still wanted to ask. you don't have to tell me now, we can talk about it whenever you're comfortable, or not at all if you don't want to. just know i'm here for you, okay? it's normal to have worse days, so i'll try not to worry too much. i hope you'll feel better when you wake up in the morning. call me tomorrow, hm? we can go to that new ice cream place you told me about. sleep well, love you."
#jeno
"jesus, can you guys shut the fuck upâ hey, uh, sorry for that, it's jeno. um, i'm calling because we're going to get some drinks at the bar down the street later tonight, and iâ we were wondering if you maybe wanna tag along? we thought it could be fun hanging out outside of class since the semester is almost over. it's fine if you're busy though, no pressure. we're going out around, uh, nine, i think? so if you're up, call me back and i'll give you the details, yeah? alright, that's all, talk to you later. seriously, you guys are such fuckingâ"
#haechan
"uhm... hi, it's donghyuck. you probably didn't pick up since you don't have my number, but, uh, i called tell you that you left your sunglasses at the library yesterday. i asked mark for your number because we won't see each other untill chem next week and i thought you might need them, so... if you'd like to get them back just let me know? we could meet at the library again, or at get a coffee... or something. or i can give them to you in chem. whatever works for you! i don't mind either. just, uh, just let me know, okay? bye."
#jaemin
"hi, baby. how are you holding up? you must be sleeping, that's good. you need a lot of rest, hm? i hope by the time you're listening to this you will be feeling a little better. did your fever go down yet? there's food from my mom that i left in your fridge, you should eat that, i'm sure it's going to set you up. remember to stay hydrated too, yeah? i'll drop by with some groceries tonight, so let me know if you want anything specific. now rest well, love, i'll see you later."
#chenle
"y/n... you told me to call you when i get home, so why didn't... why aren't you pickin' up? well iâ i'm home now, and, uh... renjun drove me there, so don't worry. anyways... i wanted t'say thank you, for coming to the game today. i honestly think we won only because you were there. you looked like... really, really... pretty. like... super pretty. when you, uh, hugged me after the match, i almost kissed you, you know? you're like my lucky charm... yeah, my lucky charm. i wanted to kiss you really bad. i wish you were here now so i could kiss you. can you come over tomorrow? mhm, 'm gonna go to bed now. bye, y/nâ"
#jisung
"hey, how are you doing? it must be the middle of the night for you, you're probably asleep. i hope i didn't wake you up, i'm sorry if i did... i called you because i wanted to hear your voice. i, uh... i miss you, a lot. we had a day to ourselves to explore a bit, it was fun! it really was. but the whole time i couldn't stop thinking about how much more fun it would be with you there. i didn't want to kill the mood for the others, but i couldn't help missing you more today. did you miss me more, too? maybe it's like a soulmate thing... god, i sound so cheesy right now. anyways, the guys said they miss you too. chenle said we should all get hotpot together when we're done with the tour. sounds nice, right? oh, this voicemail is getting long... let's talk when you wake up, i'll call you after the concert. i loâ i miss you. sleep tight."
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Thinking about a comedic "Star Wars" fic premise that could be either DinLuke or BobaLuke, not as an "OTP happily ever after" thing for either pairing, more as a series of ill-conceived hook-ups that everyone involved wishes were a little less emotionally complicated, actually.
Because the basic (been done before, I'm sure) premise of "I fucked a 19yo in Mos Eisley's only gay bar, that's kind of embarassing for me..." -> "I hate it when a past hook-up becomes a- MULTI-MILLION CREDIT bounty??? What the hell??? He killed HOW MANY people???" -> "Oh, fuck me, he's DARTH VADER'S SON!!!" works for either Boba or Din.
The flavor of the fic is of course extremely different for each pairing. Boba Fett is much more of an asshole, especially at this point in time, but he also has a lot of really interesting connections to Luke's past / family (Boba is SWEATING during his later meetings with Darth Vader). (He fucked a Jedi??? He fucked ANAKIN SKYWALKER'S kid??? Darth Vader is Skywalker??? Shit.) So, that has the potential to go to angstier places. DinLuke is just more likely to happen in the first place and also keep happening, because Din is less of a bastard and, you know, not canonically working for Jabba the Hutt or Darth fucking Vader.
(They're both 10+ years older than Luke, so you can make terrible helmeted daddy issues jokes about this silly situation either way.)
Because I enjoy fic premises based on how funny they are to me personally, I settled on both of these pairings. It's too funny to imagine Boba ("I'm too fucking old for this shit") Fett and Din ("The helmet has to stay ON during sex") Djarin having a "WAIT, HIM TOO???" moment in the middle of a firefight between Luke's little rebel friends and a bunch of other bounty hunters sent after them by Luke's shitty Sith Lord dad.
And Luke's friends, in between shooting at all of these competing bounty hunters, are like, "How do you already have TWO bounty hunter EXES out for your ass??? I thought you were only 20? 21?? And that you never even left Tatooine before you joined the Rebellion???" And Luke can only be like, "I lived near a spaceport, okay??? I'm SORRY that the only good club was in a wretched hive of scum and villainy called MOS EISLEY!"
Han Solo, pressed up against some crates for cover: "Look, kid, the criminal underworld doesn't have a lot of hard rules, but some things are just common sense... Don't fuck bounty hunters!!!"
Luke, sitting beside him: "Do we really have to do this now?"
Leia, on Luke's other side, leaning in as she pulls out a thermal detonator: "Who RAISED you??? Didn't anyone ever tell you never to sleep with Mandalorians???"
Luke: "Why would your parents even think to warn you about that?"
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Curiosity (Eddie X Plus Size Y/N)
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A/N: When I tell you that this did things to me...omg.
I was going to do a one shot but there's a few stories to tell with this two (and I love them already so bleh!)
There is a small glimpse into future steddie activity ;)
I dedicate this to the older girlies looking for their own Eddie Munson <3
Warnings: Younger (Early 20s) Daddy (kinda camboy) Eddie & Older (early 30s) Plus Size Sub Fem Y/N, SMUT, SO MUCH dirty talk <3, daddy kink (cause I'm me), praise, semi-public (back of his van), big dick Eddie Munson, squirting, etc. FLUFF, these two work together and talk about being each others "work spouses".
ANGST, Y/N stumbles upon Eddie's "second job" on OnlyFans, struggles with the notion of telling him, reader (like myself) makes jokes about being older, weight doesn't play a factor in here and its barely mentioned. Eddie does say how beautiful and sexy he thinks her body is. I think that's it.
The main angst here is her stumbling onto his account and not telling him.
Word Count: 7874
Donate to Me <3
"Yeah, she's got those pretty eyes
But behind them lies
Thoughts of him at night she can't seem to fight
Feelings that she knows she's gonna have to feed"
You hated call center work but it paid alright and it was something you could do while you worked towards your goals of becoming something more. While the work and customers were tedious, the environment wasnât too bad. Your manager was a sweet girl a little younger than you and the company did a bit more for its employees than the typical âYou did well this quarter. Hereâs a pizza party.â
Your head falls on to your desk as you hang up the phone after one of the rudest customer experiences in your life.Â
A slight draw back was, like your manager, a lot of the coworkers around you were younger, ranging from just graduating high school to their mid-twenties. Listening to most of these kids talk made you feel old as hell which is part of the reason you connected to the boy on the opposite side of your cubicle.Â
While Eddie Munson was in his early twenties, he had a slightly older soul. When he wasnât talking to you or anyone else, he had hair metal playing in his headphones and even had that long, wild hair to match. He talked about things you remembered growing up with fondly as if he was born around the same time and when you questioned him about it, he just said he was âraised right.â
âFun chat?â, he teased as he leaned back in his seat.
âExciting!â, you mumbled into your arm that your head was resting on.Â
Eddieâs warm laugh filled your ears as his palm extended out to rub your back.Â
âI know, sweetheart. These fucking people can be real pricks sometimes.â
âEdward Munson.â
âMrs. Angela.â
âLanguage. Just because you arenât on the phone doesnât mean people canât hear you on the other end.â
You laughed as you sat up, meeting his radiate grin as he chuckles.Â
âYes maâam, Mrs. Angela. I apologize for the foul mouth I was born with.â
Your manager mumbles a soft mhmm and he continues to smile as he leans in closer to speak at a much softer volume.Â
âDonât let these people walk all over you. Remember, they need your help.â, he winks before lightly poking your nose.Â
As the day came to a close and you both walked out together, you asked him what his plans were for the evening and he responded the same way he always did.Â
âUm, probably going to put in some hours at my second job. I want to put in more recording time this weekend and the fucking manager at the studio is demanding we put down payments before we can use the equipment. Itâs fucking stupid. I mean itâs not like weâre taking the stuff home.â
âOne day, youâll have to let me hear you play.â, you smile his way as you throw your things into your car.Â
âAnd one day youâll finally accept my invitation to come see us play on stage.â, he grins as he opens your car door and rests his chin on the top while he watches you put your things away.Â
âI think Iâm too old to be hanging out in a bar.â, you giggle.Â
âSays who? Definitely not me because if I met a pretty lady like you at The Hideout sheâd never go home alone again.â
Eddieâs smile widens and he sticks out his tongue through his teeth as you roll your eyes.Â
âIâll see you tomorrow, weirdo.â
âBye, babe.â
After he closed your door, your eyes followed him as he pulled his cigarettes out of his pocket and lit the end on his way to his van.Â
He really was a good man and utterly adorable. People in the office called him your work husband which gave you secondhand embarrassment till he himself began playing into the role.Â
âHey now Mrs. Angela, donât talk to my work wife that way. Donât worry, baby girl, I got your back.â, he joked with the manager as he slid his arm around your shoulders.Â
Eddie made you laugh constantly and when you had a hard day, he was your sound board allowing you to vent. A part of you felt guilty because he seemed to know more about you than you did about him besides the fact that he wanted to be a rockstar.Â
You genuinely did want to hang out with him outside of work but the insecure part of you couldnât help but always wonder why heâd even want to spend his free time with someone your age when he could be giving his attention to any of the slimmer, more attractive women his own age.Â
The sound of him slamming his car door brought you back into the moment as you pushed your gear into reverse and sped to your home.Â
***
âHey, can I use your laptop to watch a movie in bed?â, you ask your roommate as her heels click along the floor behind where you were sitting on the sofa.Â
âSeriously? Thatâs what youâre doing with your Thursday night?â
âRelaxing after a long day at the office? Yes, Kelsey.â
âWhy donât you go out on a date or something?â
âSo is that a yes orâŚ?â
Your roommate sighs as she scurries somewhere before she wiggles the device in your peripherals and you thank her.Â
âDonât judge me when you open it. I was watching this sexy guy on Only Fans. Hot damn.â, she swooned making you laugh as she quickly hugged you and hurried towards the door. âI love you! Donât wait up for me!â
Shaking your head, you take her laptop and throw yourself on your mattress as you flip it open.Â
Images of cute people caught your attention and you couldnât stop yourself as you nonchalantly began to browse. You had never signed up for one of these let alone really knew anything about the platform besides the obvious. You werenât a prude by any means, you had just never gone down avenues like this.
There were probably millions of people on this site⌠so the chances of your eyes landing on a face you knew had to be astronomical.
Yet as you clicked a âfeaturedâ link, a face you very much recognized appeared front and center.Â
Eddie or as the name read, EddietheBanished, was smirking up at the camera with his upper torso bare showing off all the muscle you were completely unaware he had.
You should have let it go; respected his boundaries and closed the browser but it was like autopilot moved you as you clicked his link.
There he was.
The metalhead was sitting at a desk in what you assumed was his bedroom with his head hanging and hair in front of his face as he strummed his guitar. Shaking his mane, his gorgeous eyes met the camera before that sexy smile painted his lips.Â
âI see a lot of new âfaces.â Welcome. Iâm a nice guy I swear. Iâll be getting started here in a minute so take your time, relax, get comfy.â
You immediately backed out and slammed the computer shut, powerwalking into your kitchen to get a glass of wine.Â
âNo, no Y/N. Heâs your friend and your coworker. Donât invade that boundary. DonâtâŚâ
As you took a sip of your beverage, you glared at the device that felt like it was taunting you from your bed.Â
âMaybeâŚI can make my own account and justâŚsee what he does. Maybe he just plays guitar without his shirt on. People do that right?â
Sitting back down, you reopened the laptop and logged out of your roommates account, selecting to create your own.Â
âNameâŚnameâŚI need a nameâŚâ
Um CurvyCorporateMillennial.
âGod thatâs dumb.â, you sigh at your internal thought as you upload a picture of a random flower as your profile pic and search for his name after you set everything set up.Â
âAlright, friends, you know the drill. You get an hour to ask me questions and tip if you wish. The private group session will begin after.â
Over the course of the hour, you listened to him talk about music and his instrument, strumming along to random songs you definitely recognized, making you smile as you watched his fingers moved. Eddie was incredibly charming, replying off every innuendo with something cute or sassy in return. You enjoyed the regular answers more than anything as he came out of his shell a bit differently than he did at work.Â
âYeah, a lot of these tattoos I got because I had the money and I wanted it.â, he chuckled. âBut this one here⌠I got for Master of Puppets and that album. Do you guys know who sings that?â
âMetallica.â
âDamnâŚCurvyCorporateMillennial answered that quick. Good girl.â, he chuckles making you smirk before you internally panic.Â
âShit. How am I the only one who answered that, that fast?â
âMy mom and my uncle really loved all kinds of music. Inspired me to learn to playâŚâ, he sighed as his eyes went a bit glassy.Â
Your heart broke for him as you listened to the sad tone in his voice, wondering if something happened there. He never talked about his parents but to be fair you also never asked.Â
âYou play very well.â
A soft smile spread across his lips as he winked at the camera causing you to bite your own lip at how fucking sexy the action genuinely was.Â
âAlright, weâre nearing the end of this hour. It was nice talkinâ to you guys. To my special group, I will see you in about five minutes. I hope to see you there to, Millennial.â
With that he turned off his stream, leaving you dumbfounded as you stared at your screen.Â
âNoâŚthereâs no way he was talking to me. There have to other people with Millennial in their name⌠Y/N, youâve been here long enough and you even engaged. You need to back away now.â
The entire time you went on the hunt for your credit card, you had that debate with yourself, down to the last minute and point you hit enter.Â
When the new room opened, he was smiling at the camera as if he had been waiting just for you before they flicked down to the monitor in front of him. Instead of having a guitar in his lap, the metalhead displayed his palm absently rubbing his crotch through his sweats.
âHey, guys. Thank you for your time and money. This is where the conversation gets fun.â, Eddie chuckles. âAsk away.â
âI shouldnât be here.â
You canât see anything displayed on the screen but you can see the reflection of words glisten within his chocolate eyes.Â
âAha, no. No, Steve tonight. I did ask but he said heâs incredibly busy this weekâŚOk, JulieGirl, Iâll let him know you miss him. Shit, I miss him to. Man definitely knows how to leave me a mumbling mess⌠Yeah? Youâd sit on Daddyâs cock?â
âF-Fuck me.â, you panted, completely frozen as you watched him reach into his pants and take out his dick to spit over his tip, stroking it along his shaft.Â
You had never thought about Eddie intimately like that but seeing him wrap his large palm around his girth had your pussy clenching around nothing.Â
âFuck, no, wrong!â, you shout as you close the browser and slam the laptop closed.Â
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âHey, sweetheart.â, Eddie murmured while his hand rubbed along your back as he flopped down in his seat beside you. This was an action he did everyday which is why he was startled when you gasped and jumped in your chair. âWhoa! You alright, honey? Too much coffee?â, he joked, nervous when you didnât laugh.
âIâm fine.â, you replied curtly, choosing to focus on your computer in front of you.Â
For the rest of the day, you avoided his gaze and kept your head down to work. During your lunch you two would usually sit together but today when he asked if you wanted to go anywhere, you declined and gestured towards your monitor. Â
As soon as he clocked out, you waited for him to exit the floor, clocking out as well before following. You hid when you noticed him waiting for the elevator, counting to 30 after he got on and the door closed before pressing the button to ride your own.Â
You breathed a sigh of relief as you prayed youâd miss him coming back in, your eyes widening in surprise when the elevator door opened and Eddie was leaning against the opposite wall.Â
âHey, um, oh fuck. I forgot somethingââ
As the doors began to close again, the metalhead took long strides forward and his palm loudly smacked against the bumpers causing them to slowly open once more.Â
âDid I do something to make you mad?â
âWhat?â
âYou heard me. Did I say something or do something to offend you?â
âPfft, Eddie, what are talking about?â, you reply as nonchalantly as possible while stepping around his broad frame and heading for the parking lot.Â
âOh, come off it, Y/N. Youâve barely said two words to me and now youâre avoiding me.â
âIâm not avoiding youââ
âJust tell me what I did wrongâ!â, he shouts as he reaches for your bicep to get you to slow down but pauses when you abruptly turn and glare his way. âIâm sorry. I didnât mean toâŚgrab you⌠I justâŚI donât like thisâŚyou treating me like most of the people in this fucking town.â
âHuh?â, you inquire, genuinely confused.Â
âShit. I forget youâre not from here sometimes. Um, letâs just say I donât have many friends. I know we donât really hang out outside of the building but I like talking to you. It would seriously break my heart if you never spoke to me again.â
Your own heart cracked hearing the sincerity in his voice as his gaze shifted to his feet like a nervous kid.Â
âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to make you feel bad or anything. Iâm justâŚI have a lot on my mind.â
âDo you want to talk about it?â, he asks. âAs your work husband itâs my duty to hear about my work wifeâs woos.â As you laugh at his joke, a sigh of relief leaves his chest.Â
âNo, Iâll be alright.â
âOkâŚmay I buy you lunch, my lady?â
***
You exhaled as you got home and threw yourself flat on your bed, exhausted from the day and your constant thoughts about what you had seen the night before.Â
You considered just telling him what you saw but you didnât want to embarrass him nor did you want to come off like some kind of pervert. You knew he had a âsecond jobâ but you never asked what it was mostly because you didnât want to pry.Â
He seemed so hurt today when you ignored him and it didnât help that you were now pent up, needing a release after hearing him talk the way he had.Â
Your phone dinged and originally you ignored it, thinking it was most likely your roommate who was letting you know that she got to work safely like she always did being that she worked a late-night shift at one of the restaurants nearby.Â
When you finally looked at the screen, you were surprised to see a notification from the OnlyFans account.Â
Your private session with EddietheBanished starts in five minutes.
âHuh? I didnâtâŚâ
Once again you debated with you internal self as you got to your feet and headed to grab your roommateâs device.Â
âI can log in and just tell him âHey itâs Y/N. Iâm sorry. I shouldnât have clicked on your thingâŚâ YeahâŚOk, Y/N.â
As soon as you opened the browser and signed in, you made sure the camera was off as you entered the session link sent to you.Â
âHey, Millennial.â, Eddieâs sultry voice cooed as he smiled at the screen. âI hope itâs alright. I scheduled this session here. I noticed you left the group thing before it really started and since you paid for it, I thought it only fair to do this so you donât feel like you wasted your money.â
Your face softened at his kind confession as you sighed and began to type.Â
âYou didnât have to do that. You seem very sweet. I wouldnât have felt like I wasted my money at all.â
âAw, thank you, sweetheart. I appreciate that. May I ask why you left so abruptly?â
âIâŚâ
âIt felt wrong.â
The metalhead blinked as he nodded and leaned back in his chair as his palm absently rubbed his tummy, the action in itself filling your own stomach with little butterflies.Â
âYouâre not an OnlyFans normal, are you, honey?â
âNot really no. I was borrowing my roommateâs laptop and when I opened it I saw your face. I got curious.â
âItâs alright to be curious. Iâm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I seem to be unintentionally doing that.â, he chuckles causing your head to tilt.Â
âWhat makes you say that?â
âOh, you donât want to hear about my problems.â
âNo, please. Is everything alright?â
âYeah, I just⌠I work at this boring ass job during the day but the only person that keeps me sane seemed upset at me todayâŚkinda scared me. My coworkers call her my work wife.âÂ
âIâm sure she just had a lot on her mind.â
âHm, thatâs what she said butâŚshe doesnât really talk to me about her personal life. I hope everything is ok. I invite her out sometimes but she always declinesâŚsays sheâs âtoo oldâ.â, he laughs as he shakes his head.Â
The two of you casually talked for what felt like minutes before you glanced at your phone and realized it had actually been over four hours. Eddie opened up to you, talking about his family especially his uncle, his dreams of being a rock & roll legend, and things he enjoyed like D & D.Â
âI know absolutely nothing about that game! Lol. I wish I did though. It seems like fun.â
âOh, baby, it is. Maybe youâll let me teach you one dayâŚsee that pretty face behind the flowerâŚâ
âPfft, how do you know my face is pretty? Lol.â
âBecause how can a gorgeous soul like yours not be gorgeous.â
Eddieâs words gave you pause as your breath caught in your throat. He had said it with so much confidence to that you couldnât help but physically hide behind your hands.
âI hope Iâm not being too forward. I donât mean to make you nervous or anything.â
âNoâŚyou donât make me nervousâŚI think youâre just wasting that charm on someone my age.â
âHm, well, I may be younger but I can still be Daddy.â
As he winks at the camera and smiles your whole body comes to life.Â
âEddieâŚthereâs something I should tell youâŚâ
âDid I move to fast? Iâm sorry. Itâs so weird but I feel like Iâve known you for years, you know? Fuck, probably sounds like a line.â
His hair moves from side to side as he shakes him head in shame and laughs making you laugh along with him.Â
âIt does but thatâs alright. Iâve never done anything like this before. Not just the whole online thing butâŚthe Daddy thing⌠God, that sounds so stupid.â
âNo, no, baby, you donât sound stupid. May I ask, sweetheartâŚdid you like it?â
âLike what?â
âHearing me refer to myself that way; as Daddy.â
âYes.â
Eddieâs smile stretches across his face as he bites his bottom lip and leans back in his seat.Â
âI wish I could see you. Iâm picturing you like blushing and being all giggly. Fuck, the thought of seeing you like that turns me on.â
Your breath shakes at his words as your thighs rub together.Â
âYouâve spent so much time talking and getting to know me, baby, Iâd like to return the favor.â
âHow?â
Scooting his chair a bit closer to the camera, he adjusts his body so you can see more of his lap and chest.Â
âHowâs this, sweetheart? Got a good view?â
âI canât see your face very well.â
You vaguely catch it as his cheeks turn a bright crimson and he smirks as he messes with the camera once more so you can see all his face a bit better.Â
âMost people on here want to see my abs or my cock.â
âWith partners, I like seeing their eyebrows scrunch together or their mouth fall open.â
âHear that whimper most men try to hide under their heavy breaths.â
âFuck me, honey. You definitely have a way with words. I like it. What, um, damn, you threw me a bit off my groove there.â, he chuckles as his palm rubs up his pec and over his opposite shoulder.Â
âHey, donât worry about it. MaybeâŚwe can talk next weekend. I can schedule the session myself this time.Â
âWould it be too forward if I asked for your phone number? Iâd love to talk with you through the week.â
âIâll talk to you later, Eddie.â
âSweet dreams, baby girl.â
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You tried so many times to tell him about finding his account and how you were the girl he spoke with that Friday night, you really did. But the longer you waited, the harder it became.Â
When he came in that Monday morning, Eddie had a different glow about him as he lightly tugged your hair and said hello.Â
The week went by like normal and you spent every day hyping yourself up, finally deciding you would tell him on Saturday after surprising him by seeing him play at The Hideout. You figured heâd be in such a good mood that you showed up to see him, maybe he wouldnât be so angry after you told him the truth.Â
When you opened the bar entrance door, you were met with loud blaring music and a lot of young voices chatting over the music. Mumbling small apologies, you pushed past people to find a table near the stage hoping youâd be able to catch his eyeline so Eddie knew you were there.Â
Lucky for you, they were already on stage preparing their equipment so you hastily snuck to the corner and called his name. When his chocolate eyes met yours, he smiled wide before seeming to freeze as he took you in.Â
You werenât sure what was normal for bar attire so you went with a green spaghetti strap dress with matching heels and light make up to accentuate your features.Â
âHey! I hope Iâm not distracting you. I just wanted you to knowââ
âHey, no. No, no. Youâre notâŚdistracting meâŚâ, Eddie interrupted as he jumped down from the stage to give you a hug.Â
Fuck, he smelled amazing.
âWow, sweetheart, you look gorgeous. Iâve never seen you in a dress before.â
âI wasnât sure what was normal orâŚâ
âPfft, fuck normal.â As his eyes continued to run along your face, you both seemed to realize he hadnât taken his arms off your waist after your embrace. âFuckâŚIâm sorry⌠I donât know whatâs been going on with me lately. Usually, Iâm a lot smoother than this.â
âAre you?â, you tease causing his grin to reappear as he takes a step back and pokes your nose.Â
âThereâs my work wife I know and love. Alright, I have to finish getting ready but please stay afterward and let me buy you a drink, ok?â
***
âEddie, oh my God, you were amazing! I didnât know you could play like that!â, you continued to compliment as he laughed, chugging back another bottle of beer in his grasp.
âThank you, baby. Now, if you could advocate for us to get more record time so we can actually get something out.â
âWhatever you need. Do you have a shirt or maybe I can get a tattoo on my forehead.â
You giggle as he laughs and shakes his head.Â
âNo, Y/N. Would be a shame to damage a gorgeous face like yours.â, Eddie smirks as you bite your lip.Â
âSo, did your mom teach you to play guitar like that or did your uncle?â
The metalhead blinks, slightly taken aback.Â
âWhat would make you say that? My mom or my uncle and not like my dad?â
âOh, um, weâve talked about your uncle before and youâve never really mentioned your father so I just assumed⌠Iâm sorry.â
âNo reason to be sorry.â, he sighs as his gaze shifts to the table.  âMy mom got me into music but my uncle taught me to play my guitar. My dad taught me other bullshit like how to hot wire a car and how to spend the rest of your life in prison.â
Your heart breaks for him and on impulse you lean your head on his shoulder as you place your palm over his.
âYeah, this is why I donât usually talk about myself.â
âYou can always talk to me, Eddie.â
The man smiles softly as he lifts his arm to wrap around your shoulders and pull you closer to his side.Â
âIâm glad you came, Y/N. It was nice seeing you out here bobbing your head and cheering for me.â
You laugh as he tilts his head against yours and his hand slides from your shoulder down your bicep.Â
âIâm your wife. I thought it was about time to come see my husband play his loud records for the youngens.â
Eddieâs throat vibrates as he chuckles through his teeth but you barely notice as you nuzzle your nose into his neck and inhale the smell of his cologne.Â
âYou always talk like you were born in 1943 or something.â
âPsh, my body makes me feel that way sometimes.â
âNow why do I doubt that? With a body like yours, honey, I bet you feel better than any of these other girls.â
Leaning your head back, your eyes lock with his as your hand comes up to rest on his cheek so your thumb can caress his bottom lip.Â
Just as his mouth is about to press to yours, you gasp as you push away from him.Â
âOh my GodâŚEddieâŚIâmâŚIâm so sorry.â
As he watches you panic, confusion floods his face and freezes him in place until you hurriedly push out the front door. Before you make it to your car, a ringed palm grabs your arm, pushing your back against an adjacent van as he crashes his lips to yours.Â
It was a messy kiss but fuck did it taste fucking good.Â
Pressing his forehead against yours, he allowed you both a moment to catch your breath as his tall, broad frame kept you boxed in.
âPlease, Y/N. I want thisâŚI want youâŚI want to feel youâŚâ, Eddie whispered as his mouth ghosted your neck to your ear and your eyes rolled shut at the sound. âI want to taste you and hear all the noises you make, baby.â
âF-FuckâŚDaddyâŚâ
âUh my God.â, he breathily panted as his hand absently reached for the door handle and opened the back. âItâs okâŚthis is mineâŚI promise.â
The metalhead didnât even wait for a response as he lifted you by your waist and placed you inside, shutting the door behind him.Â
As you crawled backwards further into the back of his van, he hastily climbed up your body to attach his mouth to yours again. Placing his knee between your legs, you took advantage desperate for friction to relieve the ache making you dizzy with need.Â
âThatâs it, baby girl, use Daddyâs leg. Fuck, I can feel how wet you are.â
Your fists grabbed at his shirt as you moaned against his lips.Â
âAre you gonna cum, sweetheart? What a desperate little thing.â
The rhythm of your hips hastened as your grip on him tightened and your back arched as the coil snapped.Â
âGood, good girl. Fuck.â
As his mouth attached to your throat, your fingers reached between you two and sloppily fumbled with his belt as he reached back to help you pull his pants just below his ass.Â
âHoly shit.â, he whispered as your palm took hold of his incredibly hard cock and moved the cotton blocking your core to the side to allow him entry. âFuck, baby.â
Your arms came around to cling to his shoulders as his head fell into your nook and he set a steady pace.
âOh my God, EddieâŚyour dick is so bigâŚâ He grunted at your words as he rolled his hips, pushing his length as deep as your pussy would allow and then some. âIâve neverâŚIâve had anyone soâŚÂ fuckâŚâ
âTell me, honey, please.â When you donât immediately respond, he lifts his head to kiss you. âYou can do it, beautiful.â
âI-Iâve never had anyone so deep.â
âFuck, baby girl. Tell Daddy how you want me to make you cum again. Do you want it slow?â, he asks as he gradually pulls all the way back till itâs just his tip before thrusting back into you. âOr do you want it fast and hard?â
âFaster, please.â, you beg as you wrap your legs around his waist.
Eddie does what you ask, his head falling again as he roughly pounds into your cunt. Your fingers tangle in his hair and his own palm slides behind your back, holding you to him as your body trembles and your pussy squeezes him like a vice as you cum.Â
âShitâŚgood, baby. Fuck, you choke my dick when you cumâŚso fucking tightâŚwhere do you want my cum, honey.â
âIn-Inside, Eddie, please.â
He started to lift his head to make sure you were sure, but your hand kept him against your throat as you rolled your hips to meet his eliciting a loud grunt from him as his mouth fell open.
His whole frame collapsed on top of you as his pace faltered and you felt his release paint your walls. The strangled groan followed by his heavy pants were the sexiest things you had ever heard and as you lazily turned to look at his face his mouth was waiting.Â
Compared to his other kisses, this one was much more tender.Â
A soft kiss between two people who had known each other and been friends for a long time. When he pulled back, his chocolate eyes met your irises as his fingers caressed your cheek.Â
After a few moments, he silently pulled out of you, kissing your forehead when you winced before crawling towards his glove box and rifling through it.Â
âShit. I thought I had tissues⌠Ok, um, let me grab some napkins real quick from inside and thenâŚif youâre up to itâŚmaybe we can go to the diner and have some dinnerâŚtalk?â
You nod, smiling as he fumbles with his own pants and belt while almost falling out of his van before catching himself on the door.Â
âFucking shit! Uh, I swear Iâm more, uh, graceful than thatâŚok, Iâll be right back.â
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Eddie was an absolute gentleman that night; taking you to dinner where you got to know him a bit better. Afterward, he drove you home and walked you to your door with a smile that you returned with a soft kiss.Â
After closing your door, you looked through the peephole to find him beaming wide before throwing his hands in the air in victory and heading back to this car.Â
You dreamt about his arms around you and thought about him all morning, the subtle soreness between your legs a constant reminder.Â
âHey. Just wanted to let you know I was thinking about you and I hope youâre feeling ok. I have to work tonight for a bit but maybe after I can call and we can talk?â
You smiled at his text before the realization hit you that his âworkâ was the website and he still had no idea you were one of the accounts he was talking to. As if to emphasis that a point, a notification flashed on your screen reminding you that you had a session scheduled with Eddie the Banished later that evening.Â
Opening the computer, you sat there preparing your speech and apology, ready to tell him everything but when his face illuminated your screen it gave you pause. Before when you saw him online, he usual had on just sweats or boxers but this time he was wearing a long sleeve shirt with a Dio album on the front.Â
Still donning black sweats, he had his hair pulled up and out of his face making you smile.Â
âHey, sweetheart. I hope itâs ok but I need your advice.â
âYou want my advice?â
âYeah. You seem incredibly smart and with our last conversation I know youâre easy to talk to.â
As Eddie grinned nervously, you couldnât help but blush as your fingers flew along the keyboard.
âHow can I help?â
âOk, so I was playing my show last night and this girlâŚwomanâŚI work with finally showed up to see me. Iâve been asking her for months to come and each time she said she couldnât for one reason or another. Usually because she said she was âto oldâ.â, he laughs, rolling his eyes. âSheâs not. Sheâs probably the same age as you since sheâs a Millennial to but anyway⌠I loved seeing her come out of her shell, you know? She danced in her seat and headbanged; it was so fucking cute.â
As his smile grew at the thought you bit your bottom lip at the sight.Â
âAfter the show, things gotâŚintimate⌠and, um, so I guess my question isâŚhow do I tell her about this?â, he asks as he gestures towards his computer and camera. âI donât want her to think Iâm likeâŚa whore or something. I do this for the money because call centers pay their fucking employees jack shit. Add in the fact that I still kind of need to do it because my band and I are SO close to finishing this record but I donât want her to be uncomfortable or feel like Iâm cheating or something. Iâm not my dad⌠I donât fucking knowâŚâ
âHoney.â, you type as he covers his face with his palms. âBreathe. Itâs ok. The fact that youâre even thinking of all this Iâm sure will mean a lot to her. Eddie, I have to tell you something.â
âI just donât want to lose her. No one has ever made me feel the way she does. At work I get a glimpse of what a relationship with her would be like and I love it. Sheâs so funny and sweet. Whenever sheâs frustrated, her cheeks puff out like a chipmunk and she sighs like she wants to throw her computer out the window. When she smiles, the entire room lights up. Sheâs so beautiful, you have no idea.â
âHave you told her any of this?â
âBefore last night I didnât think I stood a chance. In my hometown, people donât exactly like me. The Munson name carries a lot of weight because of my dad. He conned so many people here and add in the fact that I grew up in a trailer⌠they see me as trash. It would kill me if she saw me the same way.Â
âNo, Eddie. She would never think that.â
âThen she makes jokes a lot about her age and sometimes I get worried that sheâd see me as like a kid or something. Iâm highly aware that a man her own age could probably give her way more than I ever could but⌠I donât know. Maybe if she can call me Daddy like she didâŚshe can see me as someone who can take care of her because I will, honey. I donât care what I have to do.â
âSounds like you already know what you have to do :). Just talk to her, baby. She⌠she may surprise you herself.â
âShe surprised the hell out of me last night. When she called me Daddy, I almost fucking came in my jeans. Iâm sorry. Donât mean to be crude.â, he grins as he sticks out his tongue towards the camera.Â
âItâs ok lol So it was good? The intimacy?â
Eddieâs gaze shifts off camera as his teeth drag along his bottom lip.Â
âWeâre friends right?â
âOf course.â
âIt was the best Iâve ever had, Millennial. Fuck, her lips tasted amazing. I can only imagine what her pussy tastes like. Shit⌠It happened so fast I wasnât able to take my time with her but next time⌠Iâm going take her on a date Friday if she says yes. I want to take her to dinner and really make her feel special. She deserves that. Then Iâm going to explore her gorgeous body till sheâs begging me to stop.â
 Your thighs rubbed together at his words as that similar ache between your legs lit a fire in your belly.Â
Without thinking about it, you grabbed your phone and texted his number.Â
âEddie when will you be free??â
Instantly, you heard vibration on his side of the stream and watched as he leaned forward to grab his device. As he smiled down at the screen, you felt your need for him rise as you watched his long, thick fingers fly along the phoneâs keyboard.Â
What is it about this man that has you feeling like this?
âI can be free now. Why? Everything alright?â
âYeah, Iâm fine. I justâŚâ
âDo you think you could come over?â
âHey, uh, Millennial, I have to go but Iâll keep you updated. Maybe next time you can give me your number and we can keep in touch. I may need more advice!â
Your brain is too foggy to register how that will be a problem later as you type out your goodbyes and he signs off. A moment later, another text from him comes through to your phone.Â
âYeah, I can be there in ten minutes. Are you sure youâre alright?â
âI need Daddy.â
The three dots flash on you screen for a millisecond before he replies, âIâm on my way, baby.â
***
Eddieâs fist barely has a chance to knock before youâre opening your apartment door and tugging him inside by his collar, roughly bringing his lips to yours.Â
âRo-Roommate?â, he asks as his eyes briefly notice the two bedrooms.Â
âWorkâŚworksâŚovernightâŚâ, you answer between passionate kiss as you tug off his leather jacket and he lifts up your shirt tossing it aside. âNeed youâŚpleaseâŚâ
âI got you, sweetheart. Daddy can take care of you.â
You practically melt into his embrace, backing him into the living room wall and yanking off his shirt so you could drag your lips down his chest as you start to descend to your knees before he grabs your arm.
âNo, no, honey. I said Daddy is taking care of you.â With one swift turn he spun you around, placing his palm beside your head to steady himself. âYouâre so beautiful, Y/N. Can I taste you, baby?Â
Eddie smirks when you emphatically nod and places a soft kiss on your forehead.Â
âCan you say it?â, he whispers. âTell me what you want.â
His eyes stay on yours as he slowly falls to his knees and his palms reach up to pull down your underwear till you were completely naked. While his lips gently pecked along your belly, your own hand reached out to pet his head.Â
âI want you to feel your t-tongue in my pussy.â
As his smile grows, Eddie abruptly lifts one of your legs over his shoulder and dives into your cunt, doing what you requested. With every flick of the muscle between his teeth, you felt yourself falling deeper into euphoria. This metalhead definitely knew what he was doing and reveled in it as his tongue roamed.Â
âOhâŚOh my God, Eddie. Just like thatâŚâÂ
Your fingers pressed him harder against you and his moan vibrated through you at the sensation. As he picked up his pace, his mouth overwhelmed you as he sucked and made out with your clit till he felt your body quiver as you came.Â
Rising to his feet, you circled your arms around his neck as he slid his middle and ring fingers inside of you trying to elongate your high.Â
âI knew it. I knew you tasted like fucking heaven. Fuck, such a good girl.â
After pushing down his sweats, you licked your palm and wrapped it around his girth, his glassy eyes fluttering at the feeling.Â
Eddieâs free hand cupped your cheek, tilting your head so he could see your face.Â
âDaddyâs gonna take real good care of you, pretty girl. Iâm gonna make you cum so fucking hard on my cock. Goddamn, I keep thinking about how tight your little pussy gets when she cums. Fuck, baby, you drive me crazy.â
You suddenly let him go as your hand flew down to grab his wrist trying to push him away as you whined.
âNo, no, sweetheart. Donât run from it. Daddyâs got you. Give in to it. Iâm right here.â At his murmured words, you continued to cling to him as your hips rolled against his fingers. âAtta girl. I know, I know. Cum again for Daddy, baby.â
A string of uhs left your lips as his eyes remained glued to your face and your nails dug into his skin as the coil snapped.Â
âGoddamn, you are so fucking sexy.âÂ
You couldnât help but giggle as his mouth latched onto your neck and you carefully guided him to your bedroom while tried to stumble out of his pants.Â
âMotherfuckâI swear I can walk.â, he jokes as you both fall naked onto your bed.Â
âWell, only if your pants are on correctly.â
Eddie laughs as he pushes up on his forearms to look down at your beaming features. Your index finger gradually extends to caress his cheek and along his chin, grazing the light stubble that clung to his skin.Â
âYouâre handsome.â
At your compliment, his jaw flexes as he tries to contain the obnoxiously huge smile that wants to stretch from ear to ear at your adorable tone.Â
âThank you, sweetheart.â
âI mean it. I always thought you were.â
âYeah?â You nod, biting your bottom lip to contain your own smile. âYou want to know a secret?â
âHm?â
Eddie crawls a bit further up your frame, gently kissing your jawline till he finds the shell of your ear.Â
âI always thought you were beautiful to, baby.â
Utilizing his knee, he pushes your legs further apart as he grinds his cock between your dripping pussy lips but before he could guide himself inside of you, your hand lightly pushed on his hip as you gently pulled his hair.Â
His face flooded with concern as his eyes scanned you over.Â
âI want to see your face this time, DaddyâŚPleaseâŚâ
A relieved chuckle left him; thankful you were ok.Â
âYouâre going to kill me, honey.â
Licking his lips, you watch as Eddieâs eyes momentarily shifted to the void as he reached between your bodies and pressed his mushroom tip to your entrance. When his irises found yours again, he brought his arm back around and tenderly petted your head as he slowly thrust his cock inch by inch.Â
âYouâre doing good, baby girlâŚtaking me so he well.â, he praised when he noticed your eyebrows twitch in what appeared to be pain. âTalk to me, sweetheart. Do you need me to go slower?â
âNoâŚNo, Daddy. Youâre⌠youâre justâŚâ
âYeah? Just what, princess?â
âYouâre so big.â
âI know, baby, I know but youâre doing so good. Iâm almost all the way in.â
âY-You canâŚyou can go harderâŚyou d-donât have to be soâfuckâgentle.â
Eddie stops moving for a moment as he smirks down at you before suddenly smacking his hips into yours eliciting a loud moan from deep within you.Â
âLike that?â, he teases as he pounds into you again. âI told youâŚDaddyâs got you.â
Finding a faster rhythm, he kept his intensity as he repeatedly abuses that sensitive, spongy spot deep within you that has your mind reeling.Â
Pushing upright onto his knees, the metalhead pressed your thighs flat into the mattress as he watched himself disappear inside your cunt.Â
âShitâyour pussy feels too fucking good. Cum again, Y/N. Cum on Daddyâs dick, baby.â
âSomethingâŚsomethingâs differentâŚâ
Eddie slows for a fraction of a second before he realizes whatâs about to happen.Â
He sees it all over you scrunched face.Â
Licking his thumb, he presses it to your clit as he keeps a steady pace. Again, your hand tries to grab at his wrist but heâs much stronger than you as your movements donât deter him.Â
âItâs ok, sweetheart. Daddyâs right here, baby. Just let it happen.â
A wave of pleasure stronger than you had ever experienced before washes over you as the ball in your tummy drops and you scream his name.Â
âAtta girl! Fuck, Y/N.â, he groans, his thrusts faltering as he pumps his release deep inside you. âFuckâŚitâs okâŚyouâre ok.â, he pants. âIâveâŚIâve never made a girl squirt before.â
It took him a moment but it was only then that he realized you were crying.Â
âHey. Hey, hey, whatâs wrong, baby. Talk to me.â Your arms wrap around his neck as you hug him and he continues to try and comfort you. âEverythingâs alright, Y/N.â
âI-I-Iâve never done that before. IâŚruined the momentâŚâ
âOh, honey, no. No, you didnât ruin anything.â, Eddie cooed as he moved back to allow you to sit up and he could wipe your eyes with his thumbs. âWhat just happened was incredibly fucking hot.â
âIt was?â
âYeah, beautiful girl, it was. Iâm honored to be the first guy to make you cum hard like that. I meanâŚof course being your husband only IIII can do thatâŚâ
At his joke, you laugh as you reach out to lightly hit his bicep as he giggles along with you.Â
âHow about this? Letâs get you into a bath and all clean, then I can change the sheets and get you in some nice comfy pajamas.â
âWillâŚwill you lay with me after?â
Caressing your cheek, he leans towards you to gently kiss your lips.Â
âOf course.â
After your bath, Eddie gave you some alone time to complete any needs you felt you needed to complete before bed and as soon as you were done, you stepped out of your bathroom to find him just finishing making the bed.
âI hope this is alright. I found these sheets in a closet in the hallway.â
âThese are actually my roommates.â
âOh⌠wellâŚsheet.â, he jests, smiling when you breathy laugh. âSorry, bad joke.â
âI like it.â
Stepping towards him, you grab his arm and push him under the covers so you could curl up into his side. Lifting his arm, he circles it around your shoulder and you pleasantly sigh as he plays with your hair.Â
âAt some point, sweetheart, weâre going to have to talk about thisâŚusâŚâ
âIs that bad?â
âNo, fuck, I made it sound like it was going to be. I justâŚthereâs some things I need you to knowâŚabout meâŚmy lifeââ
Your palm cuts him off as your eyes meet his.Â
âLater. Tonight, I just want to be close to you like this.â
âYeahâŚâ, he sighs before craning his neck to kiss your forehead. âMe to.â
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hey!! i saw you were welcoming requests so what do you think about rafe and reader at rafe's vacation home going at it and they're moaning out loud cause well they are alone but when they get out of the room they see sarah and the pogues (they don't hate one another in this) who had the same idea as them of spending the weekend there and reader is mortified that they've heard them? and rafe just stands there with a proud look cause like he can satisfy his girl and now everyone knows it
Gnawing at the bars of my enclosure- THIS. I NEED THIS NOW.
WARNINGS | 18+ some smut, praise, doggy, hair-pulling, rafe and the pogues tolerate each other in this
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"Rafe- fuck yes!" You whined out loud, gripping onto the white sheets tightly while Rafe pounded into you from behind, both his hands plastered on your hips to help you meet his thrusts.
"Such a good fucking girl. Taking my dick so well up her tight pussy." He groaned, slapping your ass once to feel you clench around him.
You buried your face in a pillow but Rafe was having none of that, one of his hands going to tangle into your hair, pulling your head back up.
"Nah, don't try that shit with me. I want to hear you scream, baby."
Just like he asked you couldn't help those pornographic moans that left your lips as he started to hit that spongy spot that had your eyes rolling in the back of your head.
Rafe pulled you up against his chest, one hand wrapping around your neck while the other snaked down to rub your clit, chuckling darkly at the surprised squeal you let out.
"Shit- right there." You moaned loudly, completely forgetting that you and Rafe are in fact not alone in this house. "M'close..."
Rafe took that as his cue to go even faster, both of you moaning as your high washed over you. You coming all over cock while he came deep inside of you.
He let go of you and you fell back against the mattress, panting heavily and whined when he slid out. He gave your ass one last jiggle before laying down beside you, smoothing your hair out of your face.
After you both took a shower you went to join the others in the living room.
"What's up, guys." You smiled but it fell when you saw how mortified they looked at you and Rafe. "Geez, you saw a ghost or something?"
"it's more of what we heard." Sarah gagged and you furrowed your brows at her.
"Rafe! Oh yes!" JJ mimicked you, grabbing onto John B's shirt to pull him closer and that idiot even joined in JJ's little show.
Your face flushed at their demonstration, wanting nothing more than to be sucked into a hole, smushing your face against Rafe's bicep. Him on the other hand had the most satisfied smirk on his face.
"What, never heard how loud a girl can actually moan if you fuck her the right way?" Rafe asked and you slapped his chest while he laughed at how the boys now sulked on the couch.
"Shut up, man." JJ grumbled with crossed arms more jealous than disgusted that you and Rafe have all the fun while the other's are left to take care of themselves, except for Sarah and John B though.
Rafe kissed the top of your head and went to the kitchen to get you both some water, the proud smile never leaving his face. He knew he could satisfy his girl but now everyone knows it.
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Don't Piss me Off (Pt. 2)
John Q. (Simon) X Fem!Reader
Warnings: Smut, oral (female receiving), "public" sex, unprotected sex (don't do that), poor life choices.
Summary: You still can't stand sticking around your parents for too long, but you stay in town for a while longer just to see him play. PART ONE IS HERE!!
Notes: I love him. I'm gonna write a million versions of the same story I stg. I didn't proof read. I got like 6 ideas at once and they're all getting written at the same time.
In the basement of a warehouse you'd assume abandoned, Simon and his band consisting of a handful of less ill-tempered, but just as dirty and dead-looking men set up for their performance. They're all spitting insults at each other as they scramble to plug in each meticulous piece of shoddy equipment they've acquired.
Simon's preoccupied. Clearly stuck on the thought of you. He realized hours ago that he never told you about the show tonight. He's wrapping the wire of the mic around his fist when he overhears the stagehands. "I didn't make it to Y/N's last party, I figured there would at least be one more before she bolted."
"She went back home?" Simon interrupts.
"Yeah, man. She left today, I'm pretty sure." The stagehands hoist a large amp to its spot, leaving Simon in the silence of realizing you two have no way of contacting each other. That's it. He shrugs his shoulders, brushing off any disappointment, as he's used to things falling through. Nothing's special to someone like him, or that's what he tells himself. He reaches into his back pocket and reveals a pair of underwear that had gotten tangled with his clothes when you did his laundry. He chuckles at the thought of how he would've made you think he stole them on purpose. He stuffs them back into his pocket and gets ready to perform as people start piling in the small venue.
You're nearly flooring it back to that gas station. Once inside, you leap over the counter and snatch the poster from the wall. "God damn! You could've just asked for the fucking flyer, man!" The cashier exclaims, certain you were attempting to rob the store.
"I don't have time!" You yell behind you as you sprint out the door. "Old fuckin' Mill building? Where the fuck is that?" You mumble to yourself, frustrated. You read that Psyops isn't set to play for another 30 minutes, so you speed around town to every old and decrepit site you can find. Four failures before you find the warehouse hosting the show tonight. "Finally!" You slam the van in park before bolting to the door.
"It's $10 to get in," a nonchalant man at the door huffs. You shove the money into his hand and he opens the large, black, graffitied door behind him. You're not shy in a crowd, so when you hear the boisterous speakers blasting the sound of guitar riffs through the building, you start shoving. The vibration sends the decently sized crowd into a wave of cheers and you finally make your way toward the front. You can hear a voice over the speakers, Simon. It's hard to make out what he's saying, but once the song starts, the crowd starts moving.
You're being jostled around for most of the set. Song after song, you try to force yourself to the front, but to no avail. Finally, once Simon takes one step off the slightly raised platform on which they're performing, you can reach him. His grip is white-knuckled around the microphone, now's your chance. You lunge forward and wrap a hand around the mic, pulling yourself forward. Confused and annoyed by the sudden tugging, Simon pulls back, effectively breaking through the wall of people blocking you. The moment your eyes meet his, under his ski mask, he grins. In the moment bringing you before him, he'd missed a few bars of the song, but effortlessly picks back up once you're front and center.
It feels like his eyes are locked on you for the rest of their set. You hate to admit it, but it's a hell of a show. The energy of the crowd, their presence on stage. No wonder Simon feels so strongly about it. He's a different person when he's John Q. An alias you found out about when you were seniors, and you hoped staying quiet about it would've shown him you weren't the snitch, but instead it took a coke bender several, several years later. Plus, he wasn't much less of a loser than you were. Who fucking cared back then that he has a stage name?
After Psyops' set, you and Simon slip outside for a smoke. Riled up from the show, he's too abuzz to make sure his face matches the angry stare he usually wears. "Someone said you were headed home already, didn't think I'd see you at a show any time soon," he says, lighting a cigarette.
"Said I would," you echo his words from his promise to back you up next time you got yourself into an altercation. "Can't let fucking John Q. be more trustworthy than me." Simon laughs at the mention of his stage persona. "I like the mask, though."
"Oh, yeah? That do somethin' for you?" He teases, reaching into his pocket for the mask, but pulling out a different wad of fabric. "Oops," he laughs, dangling your panties in front of you.
"Is that my fuckin' underwear, you god damn pervert?" You curl your lip, put off by the invasive behavior.
"They might be yours, I don't know. I get a lot pussy." Simon smirks with his eyes darkened on you.
"Jesus Christ, what the fuck-" you're ready to lay into him, too violated to make any excuses despite how attractive he looks with messy hair and drying sweat.
"Calm the fuck down, they got mixed up with my shit when you washed my clothes at your house," he laughs. You roll your eyes and jump to grab them, but he's too quick. You miss the swipe and are now a great deal closer to him. "I'm gonna hold on to these," he says with a low voice as he scoops you against him with a hand placed on the small of your back. A second passes like an eternity and the two of you lock lips as he stuffs your underwear into his pocket again, allowing some of the silk and lace detail to hang out. As the kiss deepens, his hands move down your body, to your thighs before he grips your ass roughly. Soft moans escape against his lips as he gropes various parts of your curves.
"Do you know how worked up you get me?" He whispers between the press of your kiss. "Thought you left before I could get a taste." He reaches for your eyelet belt, but you stop him.
"Someone's gonna see us."
"Call it an encore," he mumbles before going back at your belt, but you swat him away again.
"At least take me around back, dumbass." You grab a fistful of his shirt and nearly drag him around the corner. It's dark and concealed from any passerby. He lifts you up onto a pad-mounted transformer and wraps your legs around him, still moving his head in sync with yours as each of your tongues explore each other's mouths.
"I guess I was kind of a prick to you back in the day, huh?" He whispers, running his hand through your hair.
"You were an angry piece of shit, yeah. We fuckin' or having a breakthrough?"
"Shut the fuck up for a second," he snaps. "I'm trying to apologize." He slips your denim shorts off your legs and all but falls to his knees in front of the large metal, green box you're sat on. His nimble index finger hooks around your thong and pulls it to the side. You barely have time to process what his "apology" will be before he plunges his head between your thighs. You fight to stifle a surprised moan as he conducts his skillful movements against your sensitive skin.
"Simon, oh, my God!" You whine, arching your back against the friction. He laughs against your skin sending waves of vibrations through your legs. One of his hands is occupied holding your panties to the side, the other is hooked around your hip, holding you securely in place as he meticulously works you over the edge.
"You want me to stop?" He asks, lips framed with drenched facial hair.
"No! No, I-" he cuts off your plea, resuming his position.
"Then stop fighting me," he snaps, harshly pinning you to the metal with the hand he had hooked on your hip. The stimulation quickly builds up, becoming too much, too quickly. You throw your head back and tangle a fist in his hair as he guides you through the high. Your legs shake and threaten to close around him, but his grip is too strong. You remain exactly where he wants you until you've ridden out your orgasm. You're slumped back on your elbows with your head down, breathing heavily as you return to reality.
Simon towers over you where you lay, staring down at you with his dark-circled eyes. You look up and watch him teasingly wipe his mouth, licking his lips like you're the first thing he's devoured in months. He slips your shorts halfway up your legs for you, leaving the rest of the work for whenever you can feel your legs again. "Um," you sigh. "Apology accepted."
"Tits."
"Is 'tits' good?" You furrow your eyebrows. He sighs, rolling his eyes and shaking his head.
"You're leaving tonight, huh?" Simon lights a cigarette.
"Well... That's the plan." You feel a pit in your stomach when you think about going back home. The place is nice, it's far away. It's what you wanted, but life is full and meaningless. You don't have friends out there, it didn't strike you how hard it'd be to meet people in your mid 20s.
"You don't sound so sure about that plan, Y/N." He exhales a cloud that illuminates under the street lamp's orange glow.
"It's boring out there, but it's quiet. It's peaceful. My parents aren't in my ear telling me trying something new could kill me." You shrug.
"That's why you're running? Because of your frigid bitch mom and dad?" Simon laughs as if it's the funniest thing he's ever heard.
"Okay, well. You know, maybe don't call them that or I'll lay you the fuck out, but yeah." You stand and fasten your shorts and belt, knees still threatening to buckle. "You had a hand in me leaving too."
"I know, I apologized!" He gestures to your trembling legs and you laugh.
"Yeah, yeah," you wave your hand at him. "Where'd you go? I was in town for weeks. I thought you were in the pin."
"I didn't want to overstay my welcome," he chuckles. "Or watch another fuckin' 80s movie with the volume on ten." He turns to look at you and he smirks.
"Well, my parents are in town now. I still have the rest of this week off. I was gonna spend it getting unpacked, but-"
"Fuck that. Let's go, you're driving." He walks off around the building toward the parking lot and you're dumbfounded for a moment.
"Of course I'm driving, it's my van!" You scramble after him. He hops in your passenger seat and you pull out of the lot, leaving his disgruntled band mates to pack up their own equipment. "You're not gonna help them?"
"What for? My shit's in the van. It's a microphone."
"Yeesh, sorry. Forgot you're actually kind of the worst when your head's not between my legs," you tease and Simon can't suppress a smile. As you cruise down the dark road, bright blue lights ignite in your mirrors. "Fuck. Get it the back." Simon wastes no time, he throws himself in the spacious rear area of the van as you pull over. You both wait anxiously for the cop to approach the window. Everything feels silent, until you finally hear the footsteps.
"I'm gonna run," Simon whispers, hand on the rear door latch.
"Don't." You demand sharply, rolling down your window for the cop. The air feels still and tight. It seems like it takes hours for the cop to speak, but when he does it's a routine traffic stop. He asks you if you knew how fast you were going and you innocently explain the floating nature of your speedometer. The officer laughs when he reads your ID and sees your last name.
"You're Frank's kid, right?"
"Yeah, his one and only." You beam, proudly. Happy to name drop your wealthy family.
"You just try to slow it down and tell your dad I said hello, alright?" The cop taps your door twice and sends you on your way. As you pull off, Simon peeks out from under the blankets and sighs with relief.
"Holy shit, with the way this thing looks, you should've been strip searched." Simon tosses himself back into the passenger seat.
"Don't shit-talk my van," you hiss. Simon proceeds to tell you where to go, each turn and shortcut, until you reach a large white house, almost as status defining as your parents'.
"My parents are out of town." He points to a concealed area to park and leads you to a basement door. He fights with a key for a moment before leading you inside. It's a messy basement room with red walls and posters from ceiling to floor. Instruments take up most of the space, aside from the bed.
"Do you avoid your parents like me, or do your parents avoid you?" You ask, bluntly, not considering the weight of that question.
"Both, I guess." He says after a long pause.
"You... Wanna smoke?" You ask, unsure how to navigate the silence.
"Can't. Fucks with my motivation," he grins. You shrug, rolling and smoking a joint by yourself while Simon works on some songs. He's got an ear for every instrument in his room, and he layers them over each other, creating complex instrumentals. It's nice to listen to while you lie on his bed and watch the swirling tendrils of smoke twist into the light and air above you.
"It sounds nice," you hum, settling into the cozy divot in the center of his mattress-on-the-floor.
"Write something for it," he commands, tossing a notepad and pen at you.
"Like lyrics? Why?" You stare at the blank page, unable to read the layers and layers of writing indented into it from Simon's heavy, angry hand.
"You need an out, I'm giving you one." He leans back in the rolling chair he resides in, staring me down like a hawk.
"I don't think I'm a very musical person. I think I'm more of a doodler, really," you argue, scribbling in the corner of the paper.
"Just fuckin' write something down and stop being a pussy." He snatches the pen from you and tosses it onto the pad.
"Bitch- How does that make me a pussy?" Your eyes narrow at him.
"It'd be too vulnerable. You're no tougher than that kid you were in high school. It's all fake now." It's clear he's taunting you. Making a fair attempt at reverse psychology.
"Fuck you, give me a minute," you huff, writing a line or two to start with. "Play your shit again." And he does. Restarting the instrumental he put together just for you. After a while, you've written something and you sling the notepad at Simon. He takes a moment to read through it a few times, almost trying to decode the melody of how I'd sang it in my head.
"Perfect. Now sing it." He nods toward his microphone stand.
"Fuck's sake, dude. Are you serious?" You whine, pushed further and further out of your comfort zone.
"Come on, let's see what you got," he says in a tone that lets me know I've already lost the argument.
"It doesn't feel good to be vulnerable to you."
"Tough it out." You roll your eyes at his demand, but you do it. You tough it out and recite your song over the music he provided. He hits 'restart,' and then 'record,' and then he points to you. After a measure you begin to sing. Low effort, but still angelic. Your song is about the feeling of being homesick no matter where you end up. It's about running and putting up a face as a defense mechanism. It's about wearing a mask.
When you're done singing and the music fades out, Simon slides the headphones off his ears. "That... Was tits." He looks elated. Like a poor painter with a new pallet.
"Is 'tits' good?" You ask again, emphasizing the lack of answer last time you asked.
"Yeah, 'tits' is good." He grins. "That was good."
"Fuck you. Who's not vulnerable?" You curl your lip, clearly more moved by the challenge than the release he was offering. Simon just shakes his head.
"Let's mix it." He beelines for the computer and begins fine tuning the song. You're watching in awe of his quick skill at this craft. As if watching him play all those instruments wasn't impressive enough. The night grows older. Simon offers you your favorite party favor, but you're over it. So the two of you share a joint.
"You don't ever get tired of living in a circle?" You ask through a cloud of smoke.
"A fuckin' circle?" He looks at you.
"Just, still in this town, still avoiding your parents, still making music alone in your room."
"Fuck," he huffs, offended but acknowledging the truth in your words. "Do you ever get tired of running from it?"
"TouchĂŠ." You bring the joint to your lips as you lie in his disheveled bed. His arm snaked around you ages ago, slowly pulling you closer and closer to him. Like he's worried you'll float away.
"If our only two options are run away or get sucked into this shit hole of a town, I think we're a little fucked, don't you?" He chuckles to himself.
"Maybe those aren't the only options. We just don't have all the answers yet. I don't think anyone does." Your voice is wistful and quiet. You can feel Simon's eyes on you, but you stare at his dark ceiling. He rolls his eyes at your corny words, but he knows you're right. "It's funny, because if I could run from the uncertainty too, I would." You giggle, aware of your vices and poor coping skills.
"Yeah, you would," Simon mocks.
"And you? You're just going to live with it? Sit right beside the discomfort and accept that for yourself? Have you ever tried to give yourself more, even if it meant running?" You're slowly building up a sense of passion behind your words and Simon just listens, staring deeply into your eyes as you speak. Suddenly, you're cut off when he wraps a hand around the back of your head and pulls you into a kiss. His lips crash into yours and the two of you melt into each other.
You can't even remember what you were saying, you just know you don't want to stop touching him. The heat of the kiss begins to swell as Simon's hands trail up and down your body. He's grabbing at you in a specific order, like he's been waiting to get his hands on it. Really get his hands on it. You grasp at the hem of his shirt, tugging in semblance to take it the fuck off, and he does.
His broad, pale chest rises and falls with anticipation as you strip off the same article of clothing. "Jesus Christ," he moans, pulling you to him to shove his face directly between your breasts. He breathes deeply, taking you in. With one swift motion, he's hoisted you on top of him, your legs straddling his waist. Simon unfastens the button on your jeans before tossing you to the side to undress you.
You're both naked and greatly anticipating the next moment your skin will touch. Seconds feel like hours until you're pressed against each other again. Simon buries his face in the crook of your neck as he guides his throbbing erection to your entrance. You're squirming and arching beneath him, and he releases a breathy laugh as he watches you writhe. "You're aching for it," he groans.
"Fuck you," you hiss, pulling him closer to you by his shoulders. All he does is chuckle before slowly slipping inside you. You moan loudly as you adjust to his size. Something about a lanky, dead-eyed man. His pace is steady as he rocks his hips against yours, picking up speed as you gush around him. Soon his thrusts are hard and rough, and your loud, vulgar moans echo off his bedroom walls.
"God, you're so fuckin' tight," he huffs, pulling out of you and tossing you aside. Simon quickly repositions you in front of him, on all fours. You let your back arch naturally, putting on a bit of a show for him as he watches you. His eyes are darkened and his smirk sends chills down your spine. You can't help but smile wide in excitement. With two round hands, he grabs your waist and positions you at the perfect height. His hands wander the soft flesh of your ass as you press up against him. "You drive me fucking crazy..." He sighs as he slips inside you.
Simon digs the tips of his fingers into your skin, pulling you against him with every violent thrust. You do everything you can to contort your body to give him more of you. He throws his head back, falling into a sloppy, unsteady pace. His breathing is wild and primal all the way up until the point of climax. You release a loud, fluttering moan as he fucks you through your high, quickly withdrawing to finish on your back and ass. You're both breathless for a while, the room is silent but for the sound of your lungs filling and deflating.
Simon climbs off the bed, but you're too fucked out to even raise your head up to watch where he's going. Moments later, he returns, towel in hand. He cleans you up and lands a hard smack on your right ass cheek. The sound is thunderous against the silence. You yelp and break into quiet chuckles.
Finally, you have the strength to roll over. You sit up against the mess of pillows that became a sort of headboard for his bed, feeling beautiful and bare before him. It's a nice feeling that you're not used to. Sure you've had your flings, but it's never occurred to you how quickly you tend to leave or cover up after. Not this time. You're both fully exposed and Simon's eyes drink you in, one last time before he speaks. "Don't go back." You stare at him for a long while, silent.
"I won't," you gasp, surprised by your own promise. As soon as the words leave your mouth, his lips are on yours. In the next few days, you quit your job and Simon rides with you to go back and get the most important of your shit. The rest goes with the trailer when you sell it. You don't run a single thing past your parents and you don't tell them you're coming back to town. It's a new sense of peace and adventure, though it feels like abandoning your old life.
After a month of van living, you and Simon get an apartment and constantly receive complaints about the noise, but nothing stops the music overflowing from your floor of the building. A new sense of bliss. It's comfortable now.
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Haechan ጠPainted with You [M]
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ጠNCT Dream Haechan x fem!reader ጠfeat.: short mentions of Renjun & Jeno ጠwords: ~15k ጠgenre: college AU, fwb to lovers, exes to lovers, fluff, slice of life, slow burn, pining, reader is a little dense, angst, humor, smut (switch!Haechan (but sub-leaning), oral (both receiving), hair pulling (idol receiving), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, some begging, fingering, handjob, edging, orgasm denial (idol receiving), dry humping) ጠwarnings: alcohol consumption, depiction of anxiety and reader feeling burnt out, mentions of unhealthy coping mechanisms
Desc.: You and Donghyuck were a couple back in high school, each having your own reasons for dating the other, but ultimately what you seeked out in each other was a distraction. Now that you meet again five years later, you both come to realize that the connection between you is still there, and eventually itâs crystal clear that the people youâve become wonât be as easily separated as back then.
Author's note: aaaa I've had this in my drafts for sooo long avoiding to proofread it cause I wasn't happy with this at all... so now I finally came back to it to edit a bit and I think in the end it turned out quite okay^^ I hope you guys like it đŤś
Thereâs a hint of victory in the smile he gives you when you sit down next to him. Like he knew it would come to this - that youâd get bored of exchanging mundanities with the others and eventually find yourself drawn to him as your only escape. And itâs not like you didnât know it too, it was clear from the moment you greeted each other with a hug that lasted shorter than it should have, and at the same time felt more familiar than you wanted it to. Yet his stance is inviting as he turns his whole body towards you in his seat, and the curiousity in his eyes is apparent.
âLong time no see,â he says, and it comes out softer than you wouldâve expected it to. And he probably had the same thought, because heâs clearing his throat now, talking more firmly as he continues, âWhat have you been up to?â The last time youâve seen each other was at your high school graduation ceremony, and since then itâs been almost five years. Which, as your former class president Renjun had decided, was about enough time to gather for a reunion.Â
âWell, you know. This and that,â you try to avoid an answer, but of course he wouldnât let you off the hook so easily. He knows you too well for that.
âCome on,â he snorts. âYou can tell me. My time wasnât spent in a purely productive manner either.â
âYou probably spent about 3 years total on just playing video gamesâŚâ you say with a grin playing on your lips, and you make him huff in disbelief, before his expression as well returns to a somewhat mischievous smile.Â
âNow that was just tactless,â he says, straightening his back now. âI quit uni to go to work, and then started again with a different major. So now Iâm a freshman!â He gives you a peace sign with his hand, sounding a lot prouder about the fact than he shouldâve been.
âFeeling like 19 again?â you joke.
âYes! Everyone automatically assumes Iâm their age,â he explains. âBut then I tell them Iâm older, so I can make them work for me!â An exaggeratedly mischievous laugh follows, and you can only shake your head at his shenanigans.
âYou havenât changed at all,â you say, turning away and facing the bartender working just a few seats away. Originally you were all going out for dinner and nothing more, but when some girls suggested paying a nearby bar a visit, nobody could refuse in the face of getting some booze into their veins. Maybe you arenât the only one whoâs getting fucked over by life.
âOne margarita,â you raise your hand and order, then you add, directed at Donghyuck, âAnything for you?â
âJust soju.â And so after placing both your orders, he adds, âStill canât drink the adult drinks?â
âExcuse you, it has alcohol in it, so it is an adult drink. But if youâre asking if I still hate bitter stuff - yes I do.â
âI see⌠anyway, Iâm not letting you get away without properly answering my question.â
âToo bad,â you respond. âWellâŚâ And then you hesitate. You remember what it was like between the two of you in high school. When you were dating, each for your own reasons and certainly not because you had feelings for each other. But he still felt like a friend you could entrust your deepest feelings with - you knew each other like the back of your own hand. And yet, you find yourself hesitating in the face of five years passed by without a word from the other. It wasnât like you had a fight or broke up on bad terms. Itâs just that you both agreed it would be better not to see each other again, for reasons that seemed smart at the time. But now that youâre looking at the person heâs become and how much he seems to have grown up, youâre not sure anymore what those reasons even were.
âThat bad?â Donghyuck interrupts your train of thought as he raises an eyebrow at you, and when you shake your head a short laugh escapes him.
âNo, just⌠Iâm also still in university,â you say. âI had to take a year off, so Iâm trying to finish everything now. Itâs not going great though.â
âOhâŚâ he looks away, directing his gaze at his hands that heâs hiding in the sleeves of his knitted sweater. âAre you managing though?â And thatâs when you suddenly feel the past and the present connect - the way he immediately becomes serious when the situation calls for it, just like he has always done, makes you feel safe to keep speaking, and to keep your heart open, just for a bit.
âItâs⌠difficult,â you admit. The bartender sets down your ordered drinks, causing another pause, and you acknowledge it with a nod. âIâm trying not to do too much, but you know whatâs it like living here.â
âYeah,â he says. âThat fucked you over before, didnât it?â
âYeah.â You fall silent after that, but not for long. Your conversation partner is Donghyuck after all, he wouldnât let an awkward silence get too long.
âI have changed⌠by the way.â You raise your eyebrows at him as he speaks those words, letting the sip of your cocktail slowly trickle down your throat.
âHave you?â you ask. âWell, I mean⌠youâve grown up.â
âOh?â Suddenly seeing him straightening his back as heâs overjoyed, you canât but giggle at the way his face is graced with a beaming smile now, but he glosses it over with a cough and a sip of his soju.
âBut you sure are still the same guy,â you add, a nostalgic smile on your lips.Â
âI guess,â he agrees, his features softening. Another pause falls upon you as you give your cocktail another taste, and this time itâs you who breaks the silence. Continuously chatting, youâre starting to feel a little tipsy from the sweet beverage after a while.
âI heard you got a girlfriend?â Donghyuck huffs, a wide smile meant to hide a bitter feeling appearing on his face.
âYeahâŚâ
âWhat about her?â you pry, sensing something off.
âDumped me,â he simply says, then pointing across the room and at Jeno, one of your former classmates. âFor that guy.â
âOuch.â
âItâs whatever,â he shrugs it off, pouring himself another glass and offering the shot to you instead. âYou sure you donât want any?â
âIâd rather have my own drink, thanks.â
âAlright. Then cheers.â He downs the shot, grimacing at the taste, and when he sets the glass back down, he adds, âI donât get why she went for him anyway. I bet itâs cause of all that muscle he got.â You canât help but chuckle at his words, and you hit his upper arm playfully.
âYou should hit the gym too and then see if you can get her back.â
âVery funny,â he replies dryly. âIâd rather die.â
âUnderstandableâŚâ you reply, taking another sip of your drink as well. âSo⌠youâre probably glad I finally came to you.â Donghyuck shoots you a questioning look and you explain yourself. âFor a distraction. Like in the old days, you know?â
âAhhâŚâ He merely lets out a sound, before staring at his empty shot glass.Â
âYouâre not doing that anymore?â you assume.
âI guess.â
âYeah⌠me too,â you say. âOr like⌠I stopped using people for it.â
You were dating back then, thatâs true, but you wouldnât go as far as to call yourselves high school sweethearts. You were both going through some stuff - for him it was a breakup with his first love, for you it was just life itself. When you were both at your lowest you started talking properly, and it soon became clear that you both wanted nothing more than to escape. And so you formed an alliance - as you used to call it, to everyone else you simply said that you were a couple now. You did behave like a couple, but just for the rush. The first time you held his hand you felt nothing, but when you made out secretly in the backyard of your school instead of attending class, thatâs when you were overwhelmed with excitement. It was a stupid idea, you know that now too, and it only worked for so long. You spent the summer of your junior year together, meeting up almost every day and talking, and eventually distracting yourselves by making out secretly in your or his room. And then your final year came, and as you started seeing yourselves forced to take life a bit more seriously, you gradually met up less, until you both agreed that breaking up would be the best decision, so that you could focus on your studies and try to get into a good university. At least for your part, you still have mixed feelings when you remember that day. Because you know you made the adult decision, but at the same time you always end up thinking back to what fooling around with him felt like when you have a bad day now, and youâd be lying if you said you didnât miss it at least a bit. But you found other distractions - obsessing over tv series, finding just the perfect kind of music to drown out your feelings, and sometimes, whenever you could find a good excuse to drink with friends, alcohol. Though youâre being careful with the latter, just as you are now. One drink is usually enough to help you relax a bit and not pay all the things stressing you out so much thought.
âSo when are we gonna start writing your redemption arc?â you ask nonchalantly, and he raises an eyebrow at you. âYour ex.â
âStop that, for real,â he says, and the way he remains serious tells you your joke wasnât well received.
âSorry,â you utter.
âItâs fine. I mean, itâs not fine, but you know what I mean.â
âYeah.â Heâs playing with the glass in his hands, thumb rubbing along its edge as he keeps staring at it, and you take the last few sips of your drink, before you too start spinning the cocktail glass around between your fingers.
âActuallyâŚâ Donghyuck speaks up, now throwing you an entirely different look. âHow about we get out of here. Maybe we could both use a distraction after all.â
âBut-â
âJust for today.â You stare at him blankly, blinking once, twice, then a third time. This sounds like a bad idea, but at the same time you know youâre probably not gonna see each other for the next five years, just like it was for the past five. So what would be so bad about taking his offer now?
âAlright,â you say eventually, having made up your mind. âMy place? Itâs nearby.â His lips are parted slightly as he watches you jump out of your seat and put on your jacket. As the air around you changes, so does the look in his eyes, and a moment later he gets up too, his arm wrapped loosely around your waist while he holds the door open for you as he walks you out of the place.
âYou really have changed,â you comment as youâre sneaking out, so none of the others would notice, and you giggle at your unnecessary secrecy once youâre past the entrance to the building.
âI can be a gentleman too!â he insists. âOf course a high school boy wouldnât think of that.â You catch the pout that forms on his lips as he adds the last part, and you inevitably laugh, pointing at his face.
âBut youâre also really still the same.â
You decide on going to your place, as itâs nearby, and you take a taxi there. Though you know this is only going to be a one time thing, neither of you seems to be in a rush. You take the elevator to the sixth floor, grinning at each other in silence the entire ride - maybe because this reminds the both of you a bit too much of the way you used to sneak off together all the time back in school. But once you arrive at your apartment, the atmosphere between you somehow changes, and as youâre walking over to your little kitchen to offer him a drink, he stops you, wrapping his arm around your waist. His touch is firm now, and he comes to a halt when heâs standing right in front of you, closer than a friend would, but leaving more distance between you than a lover would, and keeping his voice lowered, he asks,
âSo⌠are we going to go right to the distraction part? Or do we need to pretend that we still need to warm up to each other first?â You find him staring at your lips, then returning his gaze to your eyes as he waits patiently for your response. And you donât manage to come up with anything smart to say to him, so you simply take a step forward, wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulders, and you kiss him. His lips feel soft, just like you remember them, melting against yours perfectly. Yet thereâs a firmness to his kiss that feels new to you. He used to always kiss you with eagerness, too much of it at times, impatient to feel more of you and for you to take control. It was no secret between you two that he actually quite enjoyed being put into his place by you, and now that thereâs no such intentions apparent behind the way he moves his lips against yours, you find yourself having your breath taken away by the time you part.Â
âYou really did grow up wellâŚâ you mutter, barely an inch apart. âDid your ex teach you to kiss like that?âÂ
âWatch your mouth, Y/N,â he mutters darkly, another side of him thatâs not exactly new to you, but one that you havenât seen a lot in the past. And then he simply brushes his lips against yours again, softly and with care, quite in contrast to his sharp words. âI donât wanna ruin this with thoughts about people I donât know anymore.â
âRightâŚâ you whisper, and before you can add a mumbled apology, he presses his lips to yours again. In between short kisses that inevitably leave you longing for more, he steers you closer to the wall behind you, until he has you trapped against it. Your shoulders meet the cold surface gently, and as youâre slowly getting to know this different side of him, you feel yourself being swept off your feet like he never knew how to.Â
One of his hands resting on your waist, his fingertips creep towards your hip as youâre sharing an open mouthed kiss. A moan escapes you when he presses you up against the wall closer, and as he slowly parts from you, you can see the playful grin showing on his face now.
âYou changed too,â he comments, and again he closes the distance between you without giving you a chance to question his words. Your hands finding their way up into his short hair, your fingers get tangled with the strands and you carefully tug at them as he deepens this kiss as well. Heâs kissing you slowly as you let him have the lead naturally, and as you keep making out like this, you eventually find yourself burning up whole under his touch. He moves from your mouth to your neck eventually, and you lean your head back with a deep sigh as he begins scattering hot kisses all over the area. His hand thatâs been propped up against the wall now finds the back of your nape to support you, and when he comes back up, he whispers a question,
âDo we keep going like we used to? Or do you wanna go all the way this time?â Drunk on his kisses, you pull him in for another one on the mouth, and as you part you mutter,
âWeâre not kids anymore. Letâs go all the way.â You step aside and he lets you, and you reach for his hands to walk him over to your couch. Giving him a push, he lets himself fall back onto the sofa, leaning against the backrest as his curious gaze never leaves you. âDonât need this anymoreâŚâ you mumble as you pull off your shirt and throw it somewhere onto the ground, and then you crawl into his lap to straddle him. His hands find purchase on your hips immediately as he looks up at you with warm eyes. You cup his face in your hands and you lean in, capturing his lips in a teasing kiss. Sinking your teeth into his bottom lip, you lure a breathy moan out of him, and wanting to hear more, you keep kissing him like that. Feathery touches that would for sure make him want more eventually become overshadowed by you rolling his hips on top of him, and with each time he lets you hear his voice you become more eager. Itâs almost as if youâve become the one who canât wait, and heâs the one acting with patience.
âNever knew you could turn me on this much,â he mutters as you pull back, moving your hips at a leisurely pace. You can undoubtedly feel the bulge in his pants, and itâs certainly not leaving you unaffected.
âI grew up too, Hyuck,â you say, and then you bury your face in his neck. You kiss a trail up to the spot right below his ear as he leans back, and his hands wander up your sides and to your back when you start nibbling on his skin.Â
âMhm⌠you did, hm?â he answers. He finds the clasp of your bra and undoes it, and as the piece of clothing slides down your arms, you sit back so he can take it off you and fling it to the ground as well, somewhere in the general direction of where your shirt should be. He holds onto your sides as he takes in the sight in front of him, and as he draws closer to connect his lips to the skin on your chest, you can hear him saying,
âI know I never told you this as a boy but you look beautiful. I really regret not saying that to you.â He kisses his way up from the valley of your breasts to your throat and then back to your mouth, and just before he can connect his lips to yours, you whisper,
âItâs fine. I mightâve actually fallen for you if you had done that.â You laugh, and he does too, but his grin has a different meaning to it than yours.
âDonât say that. We donât want anything unfortunate to happen.â Connecting his lips to yours, he runs his tongue across them to ask for permission to enter, and without protest you let him deepen the kiss.
âNow youâre the one who said it,â you mumble a response in between kisses. âThatâs a stupid thought anyway.â
âRight.â His fingertips dance south along your spine, and he eventually tugs at your pants as a sign that he wants those off as well. And so you peel yourself out of his hold, and while youâre discarding your jeans, he slips out of his shirt, and both clothing items land somewhere on the floor, soon to be forgotten. He makes you lie down flat on the couch as he crawls on top of you, and when he leaves a trail of small kisses up your torso, one of his hands finds its way to your hips, thumb hooking under the fabric of your panties.
âThese too,â he says. âI want these off too.â You give him the okay to take them off as you comb your fingers through his hair once, and as soon as heâs gotten rid of the last piece of clothing on your body, he lowers himself to let his lips draw a map of your figure. Feeling his warm hands against your sides, you let out a sigh as you lean your head back and you close your eyes for a bit, just enjoying the way his kisses feel against your skin. Your hands fly to his hair again, and you find yourself massaging his scalp as heâs slowly going down on you. You let him lift your legs up onto his shoulders eventually, and when he buries his face between your legs, you canât but let out a small moan. Tongue lapping at your folds, he hums at your taste, and then he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking on it gently.Â
âThat feel good?â he asks, slurring his words a bit, and you nod, tugging at the strands of hair between your fingers.
âYeah. Keep goingâŚâ And so he does, alternating between teasing you with his lips and the tip of his tongue, and when he retrieves one hand to slide his fingers inside you, he comments,
âSo wet for me, hm?â
âY-yeahâŚâ You can unmistakably feel the knot in your stomach being tied tighter with every single touch of his, and when he pumps his fingers in and out of you at a frustratingly slow pace, you find yourself begging for more. âFaster⌠p-pleaseâŚâ Donghyuck simply hums at your plea, before he obliges, curling his fingers inside you just a little faster. Gradually picking up on speed, the way he flicks his tongue against your clit along with the waves of pleasure that run through your body with each time he hits that sweet spot inside you make you slowly lose your mind, and you let him know just how good heâs making you feel by moaning in tune with his movements.
âDonât stop⌠please donât stopâŚâ you mewl as you look down on yourself to find him already gazing back up at you, observing all of your reactions closely through half-lidded eyes. Just a few more repetitions and heâs throwing you over the edge, making you clench around his fingers as you throw your head back with a moan. âFuckâŚâ you mutter after he pulls out of you carefully, and he crawls back up to kiss you on the lips. You can taste yourself on his tongue as you share a lazy kiss, and once you part, you place your palms on his chest to push him off you.
âYour turn,â you simply state as you sit up and you make some space so you can comfortably kneel in front of the sofa. Getting the message, he hurriedly rids himself of his pants and boxers, and when he sits down in front of you, you donât waste another second to wrap your fingers around his length. Giving him a few strokes, heâs fully hard in no time, and he watches as he leans back, enjoying the attention.
âYou really have no patience anymore, huh,â he mutters, and you lick your lips before returning his gaze.
âWant me to torture you a bit? Make you beg for it? I can do that too.â
âI can beg if you want me to,â he retorts, the confident expression not being wiped off his face so easily, and you decide to keep that piece of information in mind. Just in case. But for now youâre not planning on making him wait - heâs right, youâve become impatient, and youâre dying to know what kind of sounds you might lure out of him with his dick in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his tip a few times, watching him part his lips slightly as he lets you hear a deep sigh and a praise directed at you. âThatâs rightâŚâ he mutters, and when you take his tip into your mouth fully, he lets you hear a moan so sweet, you swear you could cum just from the sound of it. Slowly bobbing your head up and down and having your hand thatâs wrapped around his base follow those same movements, you enjoy the way he keeps moaning at your ministrations, until eventually you hum in approval and he whines from the pleasure.
âFuckâŚâ A curse escapes him when his tip hits the back of your throat and you gag a little, and you find yourself amused at how easy it is to make a guy whine as soon as you have him in a position like this. You go painfully slow, but he takes all of your teasing, and just when you start feeling bad for him because of how desperate his moans are, you speed up, making sure to take him in as far as you can.Â
âShit, Y/NâŚâ he calls out to you. âWait-â
âHm?â You come up at his words, letting him slip out of your mouth.
âWanna cum in your pussyâŚâ The request makes you grin.
âSo demandingâŚâ you mutter, shooting him a challenging look.
âPleaseâŚâ he tries to convince you, his pupils shaking as heâs awaiting your answer. But youâve already made up your mind on how youâre going to proceed, and so you merely throw him a grin, before taking him back into your mouth. He throws his head back at you sucking him off at a faster pace now, probably in a mixture of frustration and pleasure, and as more curses fall from his lips along with your name, you know heâs close. You hum at his desperation and at the way heâs twitching in your hand while heâs bucking his hips up into your touch, and the next time youâre sinking all the way down on him, he cums with a moan. You try to swallow everything as he releases into your mouth, and when you let go of him you lick your lips to get the rest of it too, all while he watches with a hazy mind. And then you crawl into his lap, leaving a trail of kisses down the side of his throat, and eventually you say,
âWhy not both?â You grab his face in one hand, gaze falling to his lips, and before he can say anything you kiss him to cut off his train of thought. âWe have so much time tonightâŚâ you mutter against his lips in between kisses, and he merely lets out small moans at your words. âWe can do all the things we want. But letâs move somewhere more comfortable first.â And so you hurriedly walk over to your bedroom, Donghyuck pushing you against the mattress as soon as youâre there, and he doesnât waste a single second to kiss you again. His lips nipping at your collarbones, you throw your arms around him, until finally you switch positions again, and you end up sitting on top of him, sinking down on his hard cock and biting your lower lip from how good it feels to be filled up like this.
âFuckâŚâ Now itâs you whoâs cursing, fingers intertwined with his as youâre pinning his hands down to keep yourself stable. You know heâs drinking up the sight in front of him as you start slowly riding him, and the way he looks at you only turns you on more.Â
âShit, you look so pretty like thisâŚâ he mumbles, completely taken aback, and he sits up, freeing his hands to hold onto your sides instead. âCan I kiss you?â
âYouâre asking that now?â you chuckle as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and he lets out a short laugh as he too realizes how ridiculous his question was.
âYouâre right,â he mutters, leaning in. âThen Iâll just kiss you whenever I want.â A rush of heat courses through your body as he presses his lips against yours, and you roll your hips on top of him just a little faster.
âPlease do,â you whisper, barely audible, before Donghyuck closes the distance between you again. You take your time making out, until both of you feel that youâre coming close again, and with one hand between your bodies, he starts rubbing your clit for you as you keep your pace.
âIâll help you,â he whispers, unable to take his eyes off your face as youâre both completely drunk on the otherâs touches.
âMhmâŚâ you moan, chasing your own high on top of him. Youâre the first one who comes undone, digging your nails into his shoulders and burying your face in the crook of his neck as your high shakes you.
âDonât stop, Y/NâŚâ His words sound desperate, and you do your best to keep moving despite feeling the overstimulation building up. He has both his hands on your back now, and you let out a moan when you feel him dragging his nails down to your hips. âShitâŚ!â Spitting out a curse, he releases inside you, and finally you come to a halt. You stay in your positions for a while, waiting until your heartbeats have returned to a normal pace in each otherâs arms, before you both lie down side by side, out of breath and grinning at the other.
âDidnât think youâd get that good without meâŚâ he mutters a comment.
âHey!â you shout playfully. âWhat was I supposed to do if you just disappear on me like that?â
âYou didnât contact me either,â he tries to defend himself, but you both know it was him who stopped replying to your messages, even though your conversations were already scarce after graduating. For now you decide to say nothing - your mind filled with bliss from what your night out ended up turning into, you wouldnât want to ruin the mood. Instead, heâs the one to break the silence.
âWanna keep going?â he asks, scooting over closer to you and making you lie flat on your back, kissing a trail down your jawline and placing a hand on top of your stomach. âI wanna keep going,â he adds, more silently, as his fingers are already wandering south.
âAlright,â you mutter, your hand up in his hair again as he drags his fingers down your folds, dipping inside once and then coming back up to your clit to draw circles onto it. âIf I walk weird tomorrow itâs your fault,â you add, laughing.
âYou just made me wanna see that,â he jokes back, before pressing a kiss to the side of your throat and letting his fingers take care of you.
You keep in touch after that, texting each other throughout the day - even on those days where you barely find the time or energy to be social, youâll at least send some memes back and forth - and meeting up whenever you both have some free time. It really feels like youâre continuing right where you had left off five years ago whenever you find yourselves unable to stop laughing because of your own bickering, or when youâre sitting side by side, having a more serious conversation and simply offering an open ear to the other. And at the same time something about the way you treat each other has undoubtedly changed. Of course you both grew up and youâre more mature than you were as high school students, but it seems thereâs something else lingering in the air during every interaction you have, you just canât really put your finger on what that is.Â
You also keep meeting up to have sex.Â
âSo? What does that make us?â you ask a question into the dimly lit room, staring up at the ceiling. Youâre both lying side by side on his bed, the sheets beneath you messed up as evidence of what youâve been doing, and the chilly air in the room hitting your skin lets you cool down a bit.
âWhat? This?â Donghyuck asks, turning his head so he could look at you.
âYeah,â you respond. âWeâre not just friends if weâre constantly hooking up, are we?â Your words are accompanied by a chuckle, meant to tell him that youâre not being as serious as you sound. Or maybe you are, but mostly because your other friends keep asking where youâre sneaking off so frequently these days, and why you donât seem to have the time to meet up with them anymore. And everytime you tell them youâre seeing a different friend, a part of you feels like youâre lying. Maybe thatâs because theyâve stopped believing you too, and they keep urging you on to finally admit that youâre dating someone. But youâre not dating Donghyuck, right?
âFuckbuddies?â He rolls onto his side, head supported by his hand, and he gives you a mischievous look.
âI guess,â you say, and after some consideration you add, âMy friends keep asking who Iâm meeting all the time. They think I have a boyfriend.â
âWell, what does it feel like when you kiss me?â Youâre too stunned to speak for a moment, not expecting him to pose such a serious question.
âI mean⌠youâre a good kisser?â You grin at him, rolling onto your side as well so you could face him, and as youâre drawing near, heâs already reaching out to capture your chin between his thumb and index finger.
âThatâs all?â
âI think so.â He lets his lips brush against yours, puffy and reddened from making out earlier, and you feel warmth wrap around you. You also feel safe with him, but thatâs not exclusively related to him kissing you, so you donât feel the need to mention it.
âThen I canât be your boyfriend,â he mutters when you part.
âSo friends⌠with benefits then?â
âYeah.â
âWell, great,â you say, letting yourself fall onto your back, sinking into the mattress. âI canât go around telling my friends that Iâm seeing a fuckbuddy.â Your friend giggles beside you.
âI mean you donât have to,â he says. âIf itâs easier to explain, you can just pretend youâre seeing a boyfriend. I donât mind.â
âI wonderâŚâ you mumble, more to yourself than to him. âThen theyâll want to meet you, so⌠anyway.â You sit up, letting your feet dangle off the side of the bed. âIâm kinda hungry. You wanna order something?â
âIâll make us some ramen. But we should shower first.â He sits up as well, and when you throw him a look over your shoulder, he cocks his head to the side, giving you another grin. âTogether?â You laugh at his suggestion.
âYou just want another round in there, donât you? Weâre never gonna get food in that case. Iâm going alone.â
âAwwwâŚâ he whines in defeat and it makes you smile. You crawl closer to him, placing a peck onto his pouting lips.
âWe kiss an awful lot for fuckbuddies, though,â you remark, and then you get up.
âI donât think weâre kissing nearly enoughâŚâ he mumbles an answer. Amused by his words, you shoot him another glance, and then you trot off to the bathroom.Â
âYou free Friday night?â You glance at your phone screen when it lights up to quickly read Donghyuckâs message that you just received, and as you let out a sigh, you return your focus to the notebook in front of you. Skimming through your handwritten notes from the lecture you visited every wednesday afternoon a year ago still gives you anxiety - youâre not sure what more youâre supposed to study than this and the materials displayed on your laptop screen, and yet you donât feel nearly prepared enough. Youâre in your last semester - or at least youâre planning for this to be the last one - and you finally forced yourself to register for the exam you keep postponing because you horribly failed it the first time. The worst part is that itâs an oral exam, so no turning back once youâve answered (or not answered) a question, even if a better response comes to you later on during the exam. And you hate that, because you know your brain tends to black out in stressful situations, and panicking while youâre supposed to recite your knowledge on a complicated topic doesnât exactly help with that. You tear your eyes away from the materials eventually, taking another sip of your coffee and then picking up your phone off the small round dinner table in your flat.
âSorry, I donât have time then ă
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â You press send, and it doesnât take long for your friend to reply.
âOn the weekend? Iâm busy Saturday but Sunday is fine!!â
âI donât think I can make time until Tuesday. Sorry. Difficult exam coming upâŚâ
âThen you should take a break!! Iâm sure youâve been studying all dayâ Heâs not wrong with his assumption, but still you canât bring yourself to set aside a few hours to fool around with him. You wouldnât be able to relax and truly get the exam off your mind anyway, so you refuse again, even if it hurts you.
Itâs been like this for a while now. The last time youâve seen Donghyuckâs face was almost three weeks ago - after that university and sending job applications have taken up all your free time, and the few hours you had in between to rest you simply spent alone in the comfort of your own apartment, feeling too exhausted to even consider making plans with someone else. You know it might do you good to get out more for other things than going to uni, but at the same time you know you simply donât have the energy right now - or you wouldâve already scheduled a meetup with friends. It sucks, and youâre hoping for some space to breathe in between your schedules sometime soon, but at the same time you know you will be busy with uni until your graduation, and from then on youâll be busy getting accustomed to work and proving yourself there. And the more you think about it, the more it starts to dawn on you that things will likely not change in the near future, and that somehow the life of a freshman and that of a senior donât really match well at all.
But you brush those thoughts off for now. The last thing you need right now is a distraction, and so you get back to revising the contents for the exam.
And then comes Sunday afternoon, and you can feel the panic coursing through your veins as if you were about to suffocate from it any second now. Youâve always had some kind of exam anxiety, but itâs never been this bad, and you have absolutely no idea what to do with it except endure and hope that tomorrow will pass quickly. Thatâs when your phone buzzes to let you know youâve gotten a message, and what you see when you open the chat room tips you over the edge.Â
âThis wouldâve been more fun if we had watched it together~â - along with a picture of a laptop screen showing the credits of a movie, the interior of Donghyuckâs flat showing in the background. Your hands are shaking as you read his message, your head spinning because suddenly the stress and a feeling of helplessness overwhelms you. You end up doing the first thing that comes to mind - you call him. He picks up after the first ring.
âJealous?â he teases you, and you stay quiet, your words suddenly stuck in your throat. Hearing only your ragged breathing, he sounds serious when he continues talking after a few moments of silence. âAre you okay?â
âNo.â
âWhatâs up? Wanna talk about it?â
â...the examâŚâ
âAhh⌠youâre freaking out because of it?â
âY-yeahâŚâ Tears well up in your eyes, but you fight hard to keep them from falling. You know if you start crying now, chances are you wonât be able to talk properly in order to explain yourself to him. âI studied everything but I donât feel like itâs enough⌠I have no idea how Iâm supposed to pass tomorrowâŚâ A sob escapes you at the end of it, and Donghyuck doesnât hesitate to answer,
âIâll come over. Just wait for me and hold tight, Iâll be there in 30.âÂ
And so thatâs what he does. He doesnât even give you the time to refuse when he hangs up, and sure enough roughly 30 minutes later heâs at your doorstep. Putting down his bags and taking off his shoes, the first thing he does is pull you into a tight hug.
âCome here,â whispered against the side of your head as heâs already holding you close, he hugs you until he can feel some of the tension leaving your body. When he finally lets you go, he picks up a paper bag he brought with him, holding it out to you and you take it from him. âI bought them on the way. I thought you could use some comfort food.â A glance inside the bag reveals a box decorated with the logo of your favourite bakery.
âOh my god⌠thank you!â you exclaim, and you give him another hug as he lets out a bit of an awkward laugh.
âAh, itâs fine, itâs nothing. Letâs have these while we go over your materials together, okay?â
âHuh?â You take a step back and raise your eyebrows at him.
âI came to help you study. So you can kick ass tomorrow!â Throwing a fist in the air in a victorious gesture, you cringe a bit at his childlike enthusiasm, but at the same time you feel thankful. Like you had been in free fall for the past days and finally someone came to catch you.
âOkay,â you accept his offer to help, and then you walk over to the small table in your living room where your laptop and your notes are scattered all over. Briefly organizing them, you skim through them together, and when youâve reached the end of it, Donghyuck starts asking you random questions related to the topic that he can come up with. And with every question that you manage to answer, you feel just a little calmer, until youâve gone through everything several times and itâs long dark outside.
âYouâre gonna do well tomorrow,â the guy sitting next to you tells you, throwing his hand up in the air to do some stretching and you do the same, your body aching for a bit of movement after sitting down for hours.Â
âYou think so?â
âOf course!â He seems almost offended at you doubting yourself now. âLook at all these things you memorized perfectly! Youâre gonna be just fine.â
âYouâre rightâŚâ you mutter. âI do feel more confident now.â Yet, you let your head hang.
âButâŚ?â he asks.
âBut⌠I know by the time the exam starts tomorrow Iâll be so nervous, I might forget everythingâŚâ He reaches for your hands, taking them into his and giving both of them a gentle squeeze as he looks intently at your face.
âThen you think about how well you just did and how long we just spent repeating everything you studied. With this much preparation, thereâs no way you would fail.â You know that realistically speaking, thatâs not necessarily true, but you decide to believe him for now. Putting trust into his words puts you at ease, so thatâs what youâre going to do.
âAlright,â you say. âItâll be fine.â
âOf course it will,â he says, laughing as if he had not a single doubt about it.
âButâŚâ
âAnother but?â
âItâs almost 2am,â you say.
âOh.â
âWanna stay over? It takes you ages to get home if you have to take the night buses, right?â
âItâs fine, Iâll just take a taxi,â he replies, adding, âI donât wanna stress you out more by staying over.â
âNo, I-â All the times you felt yourself forced to turn down his invitations to meet up during the past few weeks are suddenly fresh in your memory, and eventually you manage to say, âIâd actually be thankful if you could stay over⌠you know⌠keep the bad thoughts awayâŚâ
âSureâŚâ he responds, and growing very quiet suddenly, he gets up to wrap you into another hug. âIâll stay.â
You each take a shower and get ready for bed, him throwing on some of his clothes you had lying around at your place anyway, and when you get under the sheets together, it feels different than usually when you sleep in the same bed. Neither of you has any thoughts about having sex for a change, and instead he simply pulls you close to let you rest your head on top of his chest. You wrap an arm around his waist as you listen to his heartbeat, already feeling sleepiness overcome you as you snuggle up to him and you can feel him drawing mindless patterns onto your skin. You feel a sense of peace and safety washing over you when your eyelids simply fall shut, and as you fall asleep you almost donât register the way he presses a soft kiss onto your forehead.
When you open the email telling you that you got a C on your exam, the first thing you can think of doing is letting Donghyuck know.Â
âI passed!!!â You send him a message, and he surely doesnât let you wait too long for an answer, along with a little sticker of a bear wearing a gold medal and giving a thumbs up.
âI told you so!!â
âItâs all thanks to you,â you write. âWe need to go celebrate! Drinks on me.â
âSounds good~â
With a broad smile on your face you put your phone into the pocket of your padded jacket. It has become cold outside, and thereâs a thin layer of snow on the streets from last night. Itâs the beginning of December, and before Christmas and new years youâre still going to be very busy. You have two job interviews coming up, have to prepare for your final exams and in between you should find some time to work on your dissertation. Still somehow youâre confident that you would easily be able to find a date where you can go out for your little celebration with your friend, but when you run into him on campus a week later, reality hits you right in the face.
âY/N!â Donghyuck calls out to you as he spots you among a bunch of other students, and you fall behind to briefly talk to him.
âOh, hi,â you say, not having seen him at all.
âYou still didnât reply to my messages,â he remarks and you immediately pull out your phone, indeed finding that youâve left him on read two days ago.
âOh my god, Iâm so sorry,â you apologize as you remember that you clearly had the intent to respond to him, but then very obviously failed to do so. âAh, if we can meet⌠today?âÂ
âYesterday,â he corrects you. âBut I guess that didnât happenâŚâ You can unmistakably see the disappointment in his expression, even though heâs doing his utmost to hide it, and you furrow your brows at the sight in front of you.Â
âIâm sorry⌠I mustâve forgotten to reply while studying or something,â you say, unable to look him in the face. âYou know, finals coming up.â
âYeah⌠Iâm studying a lot too these days,â he says, quickly adding, âBut I guess as a senior itâs only natural that youâre even busier than I am.â His words sting for some reason, but itâs not like heâs wrong. Truth be told, youâve been studying every free minute for the past few days, and in between you had a job interview that you donât have the best of gut feelings about. You were so busy that you barely manage to have three meals a day, and yet you feel guilty about not being able to make time for him.
âIâm really sorry, HyuckâŚâ you say and he mutters an âitâs okayâ as an answer. âBut itâs not, is it?â To that he merely glances to the side, showing a sorry smile. And right then you have an idea. âYou know what?â As you reach out to take his hand into yours, he raises his eyebrows at you, taken by surprise by your sudden action. âLetâs set a date right now. Then we donât have to worry about me forgetting to reply or something.âÂ
âBut⌠that wonât change the fact that youâre super busyâŚâ he reasons, but you cut him off.
âItâs fine, I should be able to spare at least a few hours,â you say, opening your calendar app on your phone and scrolling through the days until exam week starts. âHow about next Friday? Friday night sounds like a good time for a little study break and having a celebration instead.â
âS-sure.â You barely notice how heâs atypically dumbfounded at your enthusiasm, only focusing on the fact that you finally found a date to see each other again.
âGreat! My place or yours?â you ask, already typing it into your phone.
âMine⌠you wanna bring the drinks? Then Iâll take care of the food,â he offers, now taking his phone out as well, probably to put the meet up into his calendar as well.
âSounds good,â you say in a rush. âThen Iâll see you Friday! Sorry, but⌠I really have to go now. I was gonna study some more at the library - you coming too?â
âAh, no, I⌠have class in half an hour,â he explains briefly, and as you wave your goodbyes and youâre already running off, you fail to notice how his shoulders are suddenly slouched over and thereâs a hint of disappointment in the way he looks at you as youâre walking away.
You sigh as you stare at the email you just received, and you immediately regret even checking your mailbox in the middle of studying in the first place. You got rejected for the last job you applied to - but at least you should be thankful that they let you know about it in the first place, right? After all, the last two companies didnât even do that much after your interview with them. You gulp, trying to swallow all the disappointment bubbling up inside and attempting to shove it back down to where it came from, and then eventually you cross your arms on the table, resting your head on top and you close your eyes for a while. Another sigh escapes you, and you feel the weight of your responsibilities lay heavily on your shoulders. Youâre trying not to beat yourself up over not having found a job for after your graduation yet - you know that everyoneâs struggling with finding employment these days. But you really donât want to take on a job youâre overqualified for, or one thatâs not in your field of studies at all. Youâve already made too many compromises because of this, like being willing to move to another city for your job, or expanding on what type of positions youâre applying to. And still, nothing. Itâs starting to get to you, even though you hate that it is, and even though you had told yourself to focus on your exams and your dissertation first and foremost. But all of these things stacked on top of each other have led you to lose your spark a bit, and thereâs no denying youâre starting to feel burnt out.Â
You tell yourself itâs fine, it will pass and eventually your life will get less stressful again. But for now you can feel that youâre at your limit, and you could really use some comfort.
âRight,â you mutter to yourself, lifting your head and looking at the date displayed in the bottom corner of your laptop screen. âOnly a few hours to go. Then I can see him.â Itâs Friday afternoon, and so you take a deep breath and bring yourself to study some more, before you can finally go to Donghyuckâs place, spending a full evening not having to think about any of this. Burying your head in your books and your lecture notes, you end up not realizing how fast the time is passing, and next time you check the clock, itâs already past 7.Â
âOh godâŚâ you quickly pick up your phone, seeing that your friend already sent you a message asking where you are. You were scheduled to be at his place at 7, but somehow you completely lost track of time.
âIâm so sory I didnât realize hwo late is is. Ill hurry!!â You type up that message as quickly as possible, ignoring the typos as you send it, and then you jump out of your seat to get ready.Â
Itâs almost 8pm when he opens the door for you and you apologize first thing as you hand him the tote bag with the alcohol you had promised to bring.
âAh, but you thought of the important stuff,â he says with a forced smile, trying to brighten the mood a bit before he invites you in and you kick off your shoes and take off your coat to follow him inside.
âIâm really really sorry,â you say once again when youâve made yourself comfortable on his couch. âI was studying and suddenly it was already this lateâŚâ
âItâs okay,â Donghyuck says as he carries over two glasses from the kitchen, handing you one of them. âWeâre both busy, itâs not like I donât understand.â
âBut youâre upset.â
âA little,â he admits without looking you in the eyes, and when he continues talking, he does his best to sound cheerful. âBut letâs not let that ruin the entire evening. We were both looking forward to today, right?â
âYeah,â you say. âYou wonât believe how glad I am to finally be here,â you add, and you feel the way your body relaxes just by being near him. You earn yourself a bright smile for that comment, before he lifts up the glass in his hand.
âI found the recipe for this a few days ago and wanted to try it,â he says. âI thought itâs your style.â You find a few ice cubes swimming in the beverage he handed you, along with a slice of lemon. The color is a dark shade of yellow at the bottom, and completely transparent at the top, and you nod at the presentation.
âIt looks good,â you say. âIâll try it. Cheers!â Each taking a sip, you agree that you like the taste, and the guy sitting next to you on his sofa explains,
âThe recipe says you should put a bit of mint in as well, but⌠I didnât have any.â
âI think itâs good the way it is⌠but, Iâm starving. Letâs order food?â
âMe too,â he answers, getting out his phone.Â
You order takeout, and while you eat and drink, you watch a movie that youâve both been wanting to see for some time. You end up chatting here and there during less interesting scenes, and even though you enjoy the movie overall, you enjoy talking to him more. Eventually, as your eyelids begin to feel heavy, you rest your head on his shoulder and he lets you, and you donât think anything of the peaceful smile he gives you upon feeling you so close to him. He puts one of his hands on top of your thigh, mindlessly rubbing his palm up and down, and by the end of the movie you canât deny anymore that his actions are affecting you. Credits still rolling, you turn your head to face him, and wordlessly you kiss him, his lips melting against yours. You part for a mere second in which you put your hand behind his neck, and as you let yourself fall against the backrest of his sofa, he hovers above you, distance closing again.Â
âHyuckâŚâ you breathe his name when you part the next time. âNeed youâŚâ
âLetâs go somewhere more comfortable,â he mutters into a sweet kiss, and then he gets up, taking you by your hands to pull you up along with him. As soon as you step into the bedroom you pull him in for another kiss, and you stumble backwards as he steers you towards his bed. He barely lets you lie down when heâs already on top of you, kissing you more deeply. Tongue running across your lip to ask for permission to enter, you allow it without hesitation, and you moan at the way he kisses you slowly but passionately.Â
âIâll take care of you,â he says after parting, âjust lean back, okay?â
âOkayâŚâ you answer and he lets his fingertips wander down your clothed body. Undoing the button of your jeans, he unhurriedly slips his hand inside them, and he watches you intently as his fingertips brush against your soaked panties, his voice sultry as he teases you, âSo wet already⌠I didnât know you were that desperate for meâŚâ Before letting you answer, he leans in to place a lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth, starting to rub up and down between your folds slowly.
âI thought Iâd go crazy without thisâŚâ you confess, arms wrapped around him and one hand up in his hair. You play with his locks as he teases you, and you whine, âMore, please⌠donât make me wait even longerâŚâ
âWhat do you want, baby?â he asks, and then he buries his face in your neck, leaving kisses there as you throw your head back.
âAnything⌠even if itâs just your fingers, please just get me offâŚâ you beg, only now realizing just how desperate you really are. Donghyuck gulps at your words, and he kisses his way up to your jaw and along it, until his lips are hovering right above yours.
âTell me how badly you need meâŚâ he mutters, pushing the fabric of your underwear aside so he could touch you directly. âI wanna hear everything.â As he starts rubbing small circles on your clit his lips go back to tending to your neck, kissing and nipping on the sensitive skin and making it that much more difficult for you to form coherent sentences. Still you canât but do as told.
âSo bad⌠need you so bad,â you mewl. âI tried to get off so many times, but nothing feels as good as when you touch meâŚâ He hums at your words, granting you a finger dipping inside your pussy for just a moment in return and gasping at just how wet you are.
âIâll make up for it,â he says. âIâll make you cum so good.â You whimper, and then you instinctively buck your hips as his finger ghosts above your entrance. You hear him curse through gritted teeth at how needy youâre becoming, and blood rushes to your head from the thought alone that your state could turn him on so much as well.
âPlease⌠just give me your fingersâŚâ you whine, and to your surprise Donghyuck doesnât drag out his teasing for longer. And so you cry out when he pushes inside, pumping in and out of you while watching your every reaction to his touch. âFuckâŚâ you hiss, already seeing your high approaching from far away. âIâm not gonna last longâŚâ
âItâs okay,â he coos over you. âWanna feel you cum around my fingers⌠can you take another one?â
âY-yes⌠yes pleaseâŚâ you say mindlessly, only being able to think about how you want to feel him more. The stretch is bearable when he pushes into you with three fingers, and when he presses his thumb against your bundle of nerves, fingering you skillfully, you think youâre about to lose your mind. âFuck⌠yes⌠donât stop, pleaseâŚâ you mewl as he slowly picks up speed until he can see the bliss on your facial features. At this point all you can do is moan his name and dig your nails into his shoulder blades as you cling to him, bucking your hips in chase of your orgasm.Â
âShit, youâre so prettyâŚâ you hear him mutter under his breath as he marvels at the sight in front of him, and next thing you know your whole body is shaken by the force of your high. You whine as he fucks you through it, right until your last aftershocks, and then you simply close your eyes as you lay back on his bed, feeling the exhaustion from the past weeks taking over you. Licking his fingers clean after pulling out of you, he then captures your chin between his thumb and index finger to make you look at him.
âWhat do you want me to do next?â he asks, his words sounding maybe even sweeter than usual to your ears, and you blame it on the way your mind is still in a haze from your orgasm. You think about it for a short while, and in the end you simply snuggle up to him closely.
âLetâs just⌠stay like this for a while,â you answer. âIf thatâs okay with you⌠I think I just need to be close to you.â
âSureâŚâ Donghyuck mutters, a bit taken aback by your response that mustâve come very unexpectedly to him. However, he doesnât hesitate to put an arm around your frame, making you feel safe in a warm embrace. âThat good?â he asks, and when you nod he presses his lips against your forehead, lingering there for a while.
You donât move, not knowing how much time is passing while youâre merely listening to the otherâs breathing and enjoying each otherâs warmth. At that moment, you wish you could stay like this forever, but as you close your eyes and begin to relax, all your thoughts from the past weeks about your situation with him catch up to you one by one. Deep inside you know it canât stay like this. And the longer youâre dragging this out, the more clearly you can see just how unfair this is on him. And so eventually, you donât see any other plausible course of action to take next than to start talking.
âThank you⌠for being by my side,â you mutter. Your hand having found its way into his, youâre playing with his fingers, eyes focused on that. âI donât know what I wouldâve done without you lately⌠really.â
âOf course!â he responds, moving back a bit to get a proper look at your face. âYou know Iâd do anything for you.â You chuckle at his exaggerated words, letting go of his hand and ruffling his hair instead.
âIâm glad to have met you again,â you continue. âBut⌠Iâve been thinking, you know? And I donât think we can go on like this.â
âWhatâŚ?â
âJust⌠Iâm only gonna get busier, you knowâŚ?â The exact moment that he sits up, his comforting touch being torn away from you as he stares at you with disbelief on his face, you inevitably begin to feel like you fucked up. But you started this now, and thereâs no way you could dig yourself back out of this mess, so you decide itâd be for the best to just see it through and be honest with him. âYou know that I could never pay you back all that youâve done for me⌠Hyuck.â You call out his name, but he barely even reacts with nothing but a blank expression in his eyes. You couldâve sworn youâve never seen him this pale. âIâm gonna graduate, Hyuck. Youâll still be a student when I start working. Hell, I might have to move somewhere completely different if I donât find a job in this city soon. And once I do find employment, Iâm gonna have to work my ass off to prove my worth. I wonât have time to fool around like this anymoreâŚâ
âFool⌠aroundâŚ?â he repeats, speaking slowly, as his expression suddenly reflects a hundred complicated feelings. âFool around⌠was all this is to you?â
âI mean⌠weâre friends too, obviously-â
âY/N,â he cuts you off, and the way he says your name stabs you like a knife. âI have feelings too, you know. You canât justâŚâ A bitter laugh escapes him. âYouâre going to tell me that itâs better if we didnât see each other anymore, arenât you?â
âNo!â you immediately refute. âI mean-... look, we can stay friends, but I donât know how much weâll actually be able to see each other-â
âFriends?â he repeats in utter disbelief. âYou donât realize it, do you?â
âRealize what-â
âIâm in love with you, Y/N. I love you.â
âWhatâŚ?â That is all you manage to reply to his confession. You really did never notice it, and so this comes as a shock to you. You realize that maybe him saying heâd do anything for you wasnât an exaggeration at all, but you didnât think heâd keep this fuckbuddy thing up if he had feelings for you all along. As if he had read your mind, he says,
âIâm sorry⌠I-... I didnât want to tell you like thisâŚâ he speaks, his head hanging low now. âNot when I know you have a thousand other things to worry about, but⌠I just couldnât⌠you said all these hurtful things. I donât think you know how much hearing all that just now hurts.â
âI-,â you begin, but you donât know what to say. You stare at him in utter disbelief for a moment, and then all of a sudden, from one second to the other, you feel like youâre going to suffocate if you donât get out of here as fast as possible. âI⌠I canât do this right now.â You get up off the bed and zip up your jeans. Your head is in chaos and your emotions are all jumbled up, but the one thing you can clearly feel is the anger burning in your veins. You truly are upset that he dropped such a bomb on you just before exams start and you need a clear head more than anything. âIâm going home⌠sorry,â you mutter under your breath, and without another look back at the guy who canât do anything but watch as youâre slipping out of his grasp once again, you walk out of the door.
âGood luck for your examsâ You let out a sigh as you finally delete the notification of the message Donghyuck sent you four days ago as youâre on your way to uni for your last exam. Itâs Friday noon and you canât wait for all of this to be over, the beginning of winter break feeling like youâre finally about to reach the safe shore after youâve been almost drowning for weeks.Â
You didnât talk to Donghyuck for the entirety of the week - of course, or you wouldâve long answered his message that he sent you on Monday. But you couldnât bring yourself to, you didnât even dare open the chatroom. Instead, you had focused on the necessities to get you through this week: sleep, eat, revise everything you studied, be on time for your exams, rinse and repeat. And now that itâs already the last day of this nightmare, you canât wait to simply crash into bed once you arrive home tonight.Â
Itâs true that youâve been feeling the relief after every single exam you finished, like some of the weight was taken off your shoulder with each time you walk out of a lecture hall. And yet you still feel the tiredness in your bones, but thereâs something else tugging at your limbs and trying to make you stop running from one task to the other. However, you donât let it. Too big is the fear of what you might find if you do stop and have a look, so you force all thoughts out of your mind that have nothing to do with your exams. And today as well your mind is empty when you take your seat and youâre handed the paper youâre supposed to fill out during the next one and a half hours, trusting your memory and your ability to recall the correct answers you have studied to each question.
As youâre leaving the lecture hall, finally done with the last one of your exams, somebody calls out to you. You turn your head to find one of your friends catching up with you, greeting you with a lively expression on her face.
âWeâre finally done,â she says. âNow we only need to wait for our final paper to be graded and then weâre free!â
âYeah,â you respond, trying to sound cheerful but inevitably failing. Youâre just tired at this point, and no matter how relieved you are that exams are over, you canât bring yourself to be happy.
âWhatâs with you?â your friend asks, concern in her voice. âDo you have to redo one of your exams?â
âNo, no, itâs nothing,â you assure her, but she doesnât buy it.Â
âThereâs something up with you. Did studying take that much out of you?â
âI guess,â you reply as you walk down the hallway with her, but then you hesitate. âActually⌠nevermind.â
âHm? Y/N, what is it? Youâre being really weird.â She steps in front of you, making you halt on the spot, but eventually she keeps walking. âItâs okay, I shouldnât pressure you to talk about it if you donât want to.â
â...itâs about a friend,â you admit finally.
âA friend?â she repeats. âDid something happen to them?â
âNo, just⌠we just havenât seen each other much lately, and⌠yeah.â You lower your head and she steps closer.
âThat must be a very good friend if you miss them so much,â she states, matter of factly, and thatâs when you feel a stab right to your heart, putting you in physical pain.
âRightâŚâ you mutter. Without you realizing, Donghyuckâs presence has painted your ordinary days in a color of hope, wrapping you in a feeling of safety whenever youâre with him and making you become way too comfortable around him. And now that itâs come this far, you donât know how youâre supposed to scratch off all that paint anymore. The thought alone makes you feel sick to the stomach - you shouldnât have been such an idiot. You knew where this would lead, and that you wouldnât have the time to fool around with him anymore once youâve graduated. A feeling of deep regret overcomes you.Â
You shouldnât have said yes when he suggested leaving your class reunion together.
When you get home that day, you finally let yourself feel the full consequences of the past weeks filled with stress and you crash into your bed immediately. You havenât planned to go to sleep this early, but at some point you simply find yourself drifting off, and the next time you open your eyes itâs Saturday morning.Â
Your body aches as you force yourself to get out of bed, and when you open the curtains and the sunlight blinds your eyes, you curse existence itself. You trod over to the bathroom, wash your face, and after finding yourself unable to look at your reflection in the mirror, you return to your little kitchen to get yourself a simple breakfast. Finishing it while scrolling through social media on your phone, you then get yourself back to your bed, plummeting down on it and grabbing one of the books stacked atop your bedside table that you never found the time to finish while uni has kept you occupied. You open it on the page you had left off weeks ago, and after fighting your way through roughly two and a half paragraphs, you give up and you put the book back to where itâs been resting untouched until now. Your mind just wonât let you focus on this now, so you pick your heavy body up off the comfortable sheets and decide to take a shower first of all.
Things continue like this for the next few days. Even though exams are finally over, you just canât find it in you to rest properly. Neither going out to have fun nor staying at home and having some quality alone time sound appealing to you, and soon enough you figure out why. No matter what you do or where you are, thereâs this constant pain in your chest dragging you down, because time and time again you find yourself impulsively wanting to tell Donghyuck about your day, or even just sending him a funny meme you found on instagram. But you canât. In a way this reminds you of five years ago, when you started spending less and less time together in high school and then eventually broke up with each other. You recall finding yourself in situations like this back when you started college as well, wanting to tell him about something fun or exciting that happened but feeling unable to, because itâs already been months since you had last talked. However, thereâs one significant difference between then and now.Â
Then, you merely found it a shame that you couldnât freely text him or talk to him anymore. But you had moved on, finding new friends to talk to about those same things. Now, itâs like someone had torn a chunk of yourself out of your chest, and youâre slowly bleeding out as your nervous system prevents you from doing anything at all, signaling you that there must be a more urgent matter to take care of first. And only once you come to understand that this matter has to do with nothing other than Donghyuck himself, thatâs when something finally connects in your mind. Your days have been painted with his colors, but maybe youâre not supposed to get rid of all that paint. Maybe youâre simply supposed to embrace it, because after all those years heâs become someone whoâs just right for you. And maybe heâs become someone you can even come to love.
No, heâs already someone you love, you just never realized it.
Without thinking, you open your chatroom with Donghyuck, his last message still unanswered, and you start typing.
âI need to see you.â
âNow.â
You stand on his doorstep, taking a deep breath. Donghyuck had texted you back eventually, offering to meet at his place, so thatâs where you are now, nervous to ring the doorbell. It was you who suddenly decided to come see him, so why are you so hesitant?
Another deep breath, exhaled shakily, and you reach out to press the bell button. Maybe 10 seconds later, the door opens, and when Donghyuck mutters a greeting with a distant expression in his eyes, itâs like a slap to your face.
âCome in, I guess,â he says as heâs already turning around, and you do as told. Taking your shoes off, you follow him a few steps inside, and shooting you a cold look, he asks, âWhat do you need to talk about?â
Youâve never seen him like this. Even when you broke up at the end of high school there wasnât such a dark expression on his face. At that moment you have no idea how to shake off the guilt anymore, and so all you can do is let the words burst out of you.
âIâm sorry⌠Iâm so sorry for doing this to you.â He watches you with a look over his shoulder and you let your head hang, hoping he isnât aware of the way tears are welling up in your eyes. âI canât imagine how much I mustâve hurt you.â You add those words through gritted teeth, afraid of a sob suddenly making its way past your lips if youâre not careful.
âThen why are you the one crying?â he asks, staying surprisingly calm.
âB-becauseâŚâ You gulp, and figuring that itâs too late anyway, you lift your chin to look at him and you use the sleeves of your shirt to wipe the tears from your eyes. âBecause Iâm an idiot. And I donât want to see the person I love suffer.â
âY/NâŚâ he breathes your name before turning around fully to face you. He steps closer, but still keeps a good distance between you two. âYou rejected me only a few days agoâŚâ
âI know.â Your words are merely a whisper now. âBecause I was scared⌠the future seems so overwhelming that I kept thinking I donât have space for something like this. But⌠that doesnât mean⌠that I didnât still fall in love with you.â Silence follows, the only sound disrupting it being the soft sigh Donghyuck lets out before he finally closes the distance between you.
âCan I⌠hold you?â You nod at his question and you let him come closer, until you find yourself safely wrapped into his embrace, his warm breath tickling your neck as he buries his face there.Â
âIâm so sorry for how I acted⌠you must really hate me nowâŚâ you mutter, and youâre almost startled when your friend lets out a laugh as heâs holding you.
âYes, because I always go around hugging my enemies like this,â he says with a tired yet cheeky grin on his lips, and seeing that expression on his face suddenly washes all your worries away.
âRightâŚâ
âItâs okay, Y/N⌠I know you had a rough time. I shouldnât have confessed to you so suddenly either,â he apologizes, but you immediately shake your head, vigorously.
âNo, donât say sorry! I⌠I kind of get it⌠that it had to get out,â you say. âEspecially after I said all those hurtful things to you.â He brings one hand up to your cheek, brushing his knuckles against the skin there and as his eyes scan your facial features you can unmistakably see how much he adores you. It makes your heart soar, and you part your lips as your gaze falls to his mouth.
âY/N,â he calls out to you. âDoes that mean⌠I can ask you to be my girlfriend now?â
âSureâŚâ you mumble, the urge to feel his lips on yours clouding your mind. âAnd when Iâm your girlfriend⌠can you kiss me then?â
âOf course,â he chuckles, and he takes a tiny step away from you so he could take your hands into his, intertwining your fingers. âY/N, would you be my girlfriend?â You canât suppress the smile that creeps onto your face as you listen to his question, and you nod.
âYes, please,â you answer. âLet me be your girlfriend.â And then he kisses you, slowly and carefully, and this time you arenât confused on what those feelings heâs pouring into this kiss are. This time you know that itâs all the love he has for you, and you let it wrap you into a veil of warmth and comfort, feeling safe with him.
âI love you,â you mutter in between kisses, and eventually your hands find their way up into his hair. You kiss him back as you comb through it, and when you hear him whisper those same words back at you in between kisses, you once again canât control the smile on your lips. You part to look at each other, finding an unmistakable desire for more behind his gaze, and so you begin moving as you connect your lips to his again.
"I'm sorry..." you mutter in between kisses, as you're steering him towards the bedroom, and he lets out a sigh against your lips in response. "I want to make it up to you."
"You don't have to," Donghyuck mutters with his hands on your waist, and you reach the bed, positioning yourselves so you could have him sit with one swift push against his chest. Crawling on top of him as he merely looks up at you, eyes half-lidded and lips slightly parted while he awaits your next kiss, he's already completely drunk on you.
"Then see it as me taking care of you?" you whisper, reconnecting your lips to his. Your arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders and him having his hands securely placed on your sides for stability, you merely keep kissing like that. Unhurriedly, because now you both know there's nothing rushing you anymore, nothing that would tear you apart.
"I love you." He mutters those words as you part, and when you open your eyes you can see him already nervously peeking up at you. You can't help but smile endearingly, cupping his cheek with one hand before you lean in for another sweet kiss to his reddened lips.
"I love you too, Hyuck," you say just when you pull back, and you let your fingertips wander down his upper body. Watching his face closely for his reactions, you pull his shirt off him, tossing it to the floor, and then you add, "Lie down for me, baby. I'll make you feel good." It comes as a surprise even to you to see him obey so quickly, and you let your palm glide down the bare skin on his chest and abdomen as he lies back. And then, when you reach for his wrists to pin them against the bed right next to his head, you can see a slight but still apparent blush creeping onto his cheeks, and he lets out a sound that's somewhere between a groan and a quiet whine.
"Fuck, you make me go crazy," you mutter as you press another kiss to his puffy lips, and when you sink your teeth into his bottom lip he moans into your mouth, the act alone sending heatwaves through your body. You instinctively roll your hips on top of his, earning yourself another small mewl from him, and then you trail kisses from the corner of his mouth to his throat. He leans his head back to give you better access, brows furrowed as he sighs in contentment. Forming his hands into fists, he digs his nails into his palms and whines some more as you continue grinding down on him, and the way you feel him grow underneath you turns you on as well. And then eventually you let go of his wrists to work your way down, peppering kisses all over his chest as he immediately throws his arms around your body, holding onto you tightly.Â
"Hyuck..." you call out his name as you sit up briefly, and then you continue trailing nips and kisses down his body. "Let me hear you." He curses as your hand ghosts above his core, watching you with an expectant gaze in his eyes. You pull down the sweatpants he's wearing, and then his underwear, both just enough so his hard length is exposed. You wrap your fingers around him, and you kneel above him now, one of his thighs positioned between your legs, so you could get a good look at his face as you start to slowly jerk him off.Â
"Look at me," you demand, and he does, the blush returning to his cheeks.
"Faster..." he mutters, barely audible, and you teasingly ask him to repeat himself. "Faster, please..." he begs through gritted teeth, and when you tighten your grip on his shaft just a little bit, he responds with a moan. "Can't take it..."
"Are you gonna let me hear more of those pretty moans?" you question, lips quivering in anticipation.
"Y-yes..." You don't know if your mind is tricking you or if his blush is growing just a bit darker as he answers, but either way you begin to move your hand faster, having him whining underneath you as he throws his head back. You watch with your lips slightly parted, and it's not like you've never seen him like this before, but there's just something about the way he gives himself up to pleasure when you have him in this kind of position that always gets you going. You move your hips in tune with the speed at which you get him off, grinding your clothed core down on his thigh, and he pushes his leg up just a bit to give you more friction.
"Shit..." you hiss, pleasure clouding your mind, and Donghyuck reaches down to wrap his fingers around your hand, guiding you into a faster pace. You collect the precum leaking his tip and use it as lube to glide down his length more smoothly, and as you can see on his face that he's about to lose himself to the sensation, you mutter a warning, "Don't cum yet."
"But-" he whines, and you take your hand away just before he can reach his high. "Y/N..." he desperately whines your name and you lean in to press a soothing kiss somewhere onto his chest, and then another one against his cheek.
"I wanna have you cumming inside me," you whisper, and when you sit back up you quickly rid yourself of all your clothes, in the end helping him out of his pants as well. You crawl on top of him, your hands placed on his shoulders for support, and you let out a curse as you roll your hips against him, his tip rubbing against your folds. And once again he whines, pressing his eyes tightly shut and digging his nails into your hips.Â
"Just fuck me already..." he breathes, but you have other plans.
"Be good and I will, baby," you coo as you repeat your motion without letting him slip inside you. He begins to squirm underneath you, visibly fighting to suppress his orgasm, and you swear you could cum from the sight alone. "Fuck... you're so fucking hot like that, Hyuck..." you mutter through gritted teeth, his repeated whines sounding like music to your ears.
"C-can't... hold back..." And once again you stop the stimulation just as he's about to cum, and with a frustrated groan he throws his head back into the mattress, dragging his nails down your skin. You reach for his hands, and as you intertwine your fingers you pin them above his head, and you can't but coo over the desperate look he gives you, and the way his cheeks are reddening again.
"You gonna cum right when I take you in, aren't you?" you ask, smirking at him after pressing a kiss to his forehead. "So desperate for my pussy..." And he can't do anything but whine at your words, because you both know you're right, and him denying it would just make him look stupid. "Then cum for me, baby," you mutter against his lips as you seal them with yours, running your tongue along his mouth to deepen the kiss. You sink down on him, taking in his size with ease, and the second you start rolling your hips he releases inside you as he moans into your mouth. Heat rushes through your veins when you part and you sit up, letting go of his wrists and combing the fingers of one hand through his disheveled hair instead.Â
"Didn't think you really would cum the instant you're inside me," you mock him, earning yourself another whine from him. "And I bet you're also gonna be hard again in no time if I keep this up," you mumble, rolling your hips on top of him slowly. "Such a sucker for when I'm in control, huh?"
"Yeah..." he breathes out, and you unexpectedly feel your heart swell at his answer. Usually he'd be fighting back by now, trying to battle you for dominance or at least being bratty, but today you really just have him at your mercy unconditionally.
"Is it because I finally said that I love you?" you conclude, as if he had heard your thought process.
"Huh?" You run your fingers through his hair again, and then you lean in for another deep kiss.
"Do you like it that much when I play with you like this, or are you being good because you're scared I'll leave if you're not perfect for me?" Donghyuck stares at you for a while as you sit back up, the blush on his cheeks fading, and when he finally reaches out to you to press your body against his for a tight embrace, he answers,
"No, I trust you. And I kinda like it when you sometimes use me." A storm of emotions washing over you, you bring some distance between you and him slowly, and after mustering his genuine expression for a while, you reach for his hands once again.
"Don't touch me," you order as you put them back into their place above his head. "And don't cum until I tell you to. If you wanna be my little toy you gotta be good, alright?"
"Alright." He gulps, taking you in as you're sitting on top of him, starting to ride him with one hand sliding down your body, fingertips reaching your core to give yourself some extra stimulation. Eyes dripping with honey, he keeps his hands in place, and the more you can feel him growing inside you, the more you can also see him struggling to keep his composure.
"Fuck, you're so sexy," he mutters eventually, and you hum a praise to signal him to keep going. "Feels so good... wanna be good for you..."
"That's right..." you mutter, your eyelids fluttering shut as you bounce on top of him, rubbing circles onto your clit. You position yourself so that everytime you sink down on him his tip would graze that perfect spot inside you, and along with listening to his words and the way his voice starts shaking from the pleasure has you seeing stars soon enough.
"U-use me, please... wanna feel you cum on my cock..." he sputters, and you moan at his pleas.
"Doing so well for me, baby... shit, nobody could ever make me feel as good as you..." He whines desperately as you keep your pace slow, in hopes of bringing him as close as possible to the edge as you're racing towards your own high. "Hyuck..." you mutter his name, your voice trembling. "Cum with me." Another moan falling from his lips and you feel yourself shaken by your orgasm, clenching around him as he spills inside you a second time.Â
"Shit..." With a curse you collapse on top of him, finding him wrapping his arms around you in a comforting motion, and you add, "You were amazing." He nuzzles his face into the side of your head, lips brushing against your temple, and once you've caught your breath a bit you give him a proper kiss. "I'm sorry... for trying to push you away like th-" Donghyuck puts his index finger across your lips, shutting you up in the process, and with a soft smile he shakes his head.
"Stop apologizing," he says. "It's okay now. Let's focus on the future, and how we can build it together." His hand cupping your face and his thumb brushing against your cheek make your heart skip a beat, and you simply nod.
"You're right," you respond, and you lie back down on top of him, nestling into his chest. "If we just have each other, we can make it through anything."
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Pretty Boy - Ch 4 (Buddie x Reader)
Summary:Â You can feel Buck staring. When your eyes meet his, you realize heâs staring at your hand, which is still on Eddieâs knee. You slowly retreat, which makes Buck turn his attention to your face. You smile softly. He just looks out the window. The one where youâre an advanced paramedic, Buck and Eddie are firefighters, and you think you might be in love with both of them.
Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3
Chapter Summary: An earthquake hits LA, and you hold on for dear life.
A/N: You know what would be cool? If you left a comment :) Word Count: 3.9k Warnings: mentions of trauma/injury
âAlright, speed-round: if you werenât doing this, what would you be doing?â Bobby asks as he cooks breakfast.
Youâre sitting at the kitchen island, nursing your second cup of coffee. Everyoneâs shift started two and a half hours ago, right at 5 am. There hasnât been a call for the 118 yet, so Bobbyâs taking advantage of the opportunity.
âFighter pilot: Topgun. Call sign: shogun,â Chim answers as he digs into his omelet.
Hen laughs.
âWhat about you, Hen?â You smile.
âEditorial cartoonist, The New Yorker. I have a lot to say,â she says as she sits down.
You raise your eyebrows as the men share a look.
âYou draw?â Bobby asks, surprised.
âNo, it's a dream. It's not supposed to be attainable,â Hen argues. She looks at you. âWhat would you be?â
âYou know, ever since I was a kid, I loved helicopters,â you remark. âDuring paramedic training, I learned about flight nursing and thought that was super cool. I guess I would be a flight nurse.â
You go back to drinking your coffee, but everyone stays silent. You look up to find them staring at you.
You chuckle in confusion. âWhat?â
âGirl, you could go do that now if you wanted to,â Hen says.
âI canât just decide to be a nurse,â you argue.
âYou could go be a flight paramedic if you wanted to,â Bobby says. âAnd since youâre an advanced paramedic, you can become a nurse in like, half the normal time.â
You frown. âSeriously?â
He nods. âThere are a lot of paramedic-to-RN bridge programs out there. California prefers nurses with bachelorâs degrees, but you could get your associateâs degree and go from there. You might need some hospital experience to beef up your resume, but otherwise, youâd be a shoo-in.â
Chim looks at Bobby in disbelief. âWhy would you tell her all of that?â
He laughs. âWhat?â
âYouâre gonna make her leave!â Hen exclaims. She sets her head on your shoulder. âWe donât want her to leaveâwe love her.â
You smile and pat Henâs shoulder. âIâm not leaving. I love what I do right now, and I love the people I do it with. Thatâs why itâs just a dream.â
Itâs true: you love what you do⌠most of the time. When you donât love it, you really fucking hate it. But thatâs anywhere. You should just count your blessings, cut your losses, or whatever the expression is.
Buck joins you all, grabbing an apple from the bowl between you and Hen.
âBuckaroo, If you were not a member of the LAFD, what would you be doing?â Chim asks.
âUh, I donât know,â Buck frowns as he sits beside you. âIâm not getting fired, am I?â
Bobby gives him a look of contemplation that makes you snort.
Chim casually takes another bite. âThatâs inevitable.â
âHeâd be a golden retriever,â Hen chimes in.
âNo, a bartender,â Chim says. âNo, no, a bouncer at a bar.â
âA bouncer at a strip club,â you correct him.
Chim and Hen high-five each other, then you. You turn to your side. Buck has a small smile on his face, but you can tell something is eating at him.
âWhatâs going on, Pretty Boy?â you ask. When he meets your gaze, you offer (what you hope is) an encouraging smile.
âTraffic sucks in this town unless you're driving ten tons of engine with sirens,â Buck says. âIt took me almost two hours to get from my place to the call center downtown, then back over here. I told Maddie she needs to start Ubering.â
You frown at the mention of âMaddie,â a name you havenât heard before. Does Buck have a girlfriend? And theyâre already living together? Something about that doesnât sit right with you. It feels like a piece of lead took residence in your stomach, and the space between your lungs and ribs got slightly smaller.
âMaddie?â You ask, trying to sound neutral.
âMy sister,â Buck clarifies.
The lead in your stomach evaporates. âOh. I didnât know you had a sister. Sheâs living with you?â
âFor now, until she finds a place of her own,â Buck nods.
You nod as well. âHow are things going?â
âWell, sheâs a Buckley, so sheâs practically running the place,â Buck says.
Bobby offers him a plate, which he accepts. He stands up to go to the table, and on his way over, he pats your shoulder twice. When heâs out of sight, Hen cocks her head and raises an eyebrow.
âWhat?â You ask her, deadpan.
ââMaddieâ?â she repeats, mocking how you said her name.
âIt was a question.â
âYou sounded like a jealous girlfriend,â Hen laughs.
âIâm not jealous, and Iâm definitely not his girlfriend.â
âDoesnât mean you couldnât be,â Hen says in a sing-song voice as she stands.
âYeah, you better run,â you threaten playfully as she approaches the table.
She flips you the bird, and you laugh loudly.
The first call of the shift is to a building affected by an earthquake. It sounds like the scene already has plenty of paramedics, so for the first time in a long time, youâre in firefighter gear and will be helping pull victims from the site. Itâs not your favorite thing to do all the timeâthatâs what the rescue team is for. Every once in a while isnât bad, though. It gets your blood pumping like paramedicine does; you only tend to use your muscles more than your brain. Itâs also fun to sit in an engine instead of the rig for a change.
Eddie is next to you, and since getting on, he hasnât looked up from his phone. His brow is furrowed, and his forehead is already shining with sweat.
You lean over, knowing youâll still have to yell for him to hear you over the engine and sirens. âEverything okay?â
He looks at you, then back at his phone. âYeah, no service. Texts wonât even get through.â
Heâs pissed, and you have no clue why.
âOkay,â you say slowly. âWho are you trying to get a hold of?â
Eddie stares at you momentarily, then looks around the engine at the other passengers.
âMy son,â he eventually explains. âIâm trying to reach my son.â
âWoah, you got a kid?!â Buck exclaims.
âChristopher,â Eddie says, pulling up a picture on his phone. He shows you, then Buck. âHeâs seven.â
âHe looks like a sweet kid,â you say.
âYeah, heâs super adorable,â Buck agrees. âI uh, I love kids.â
âI love this one,â Eddie says quietly. âIâm all heâs got. His motherâs not in the picture.â
âHeâs at school right now?â You ask, tilting your head.
Eddie nods.
âIâm sure heâs fine,â you say, patting his knee reassuringly.
Eddie glances from your hand to your face. He nods slightly and gives you a closed-mouth smile. He wants to believe you, but his parental instincts tell him not to. You get it. No one but Chris can quell that anxiety.
You can feel Buck staring. When your eyes meet his, you realize heâs staring at your hand, which is still on Eddieâs knee. You slowly retreat, which makes Buck turn his attention to your face. You smile softly. He just looks out the window.
The damaged building is one of the craziest things youâve seen in a long time. Itâs on the corner, leaning out over the street below. All of the buildings around it look fine on the outside. It truly looks like something from an apocalyptic movie.
âYou guys ever deal with anything like this before?â Eddie asks once youâre all standing on the sidewalk.
Bobby shakes his head, still staring up at the building. âNope.â
A cop is escorting a couple down the sidewalk. Theyâre fighting her to go back.
âYou have to let me back in there, my baby is in there!â The woman screams.
âPlease, our daughter is still inside!â The man protests as an officer pushes him back. âSheâs eight years old! Her name is Kat!â
Your stomach is in knots. This is why you donât like working rescue. As a paramedic, you donât know what youâre walking into. When you work search and rescue, you know what youâll find; you just might not like it.
You follow your team as Bobby looks for the Incident Commander. You begin walking through a makeshift medical bay, and you can see that theyâve already implemented disaster protocol triage. Each patient is wearing a tag with their assigned triage color. Green means stable, yellow means a serious injury but not an emergency, red means an immediate threat to life, and black indicates death or injuries incompatible with life. You mostly see green and yellow, which is a good sign.
You overhear some of what Chief Williams, the Incident Commander, and Bobby are discussing. Essentially, the building is on a fault line, and the only thing keeping it upright is some steel, so one aftershock and the whole thing could come down.
Bobby faces you all. âOkay, listen up: Here's how you make it to the end of the day. You don't worry about the things that you can't do anything about. Focus on one task at a time. I can't order you guys to go inside that building, and I'm not gonna judge you if you decide not to.â
âWhere do you want us?â Is the first thing Eddie asks.
Bobby is pulled to help with triage, while Chim and Hen see a woman on the 11th floor needing rescue. This left you with Eddie and Buck by default, who are tasked with sweeping the ground floor in search of any survivors or rescue teams that may need additional assistance.
You find some bodies that you leave black tags on and spray paint an âxâ on a landmark near them. You arenât entirely sure you believe in god, but just in case, you also send a prayer.
âHow does it feel to be in on the action for once?â Buck asks with a grin. âYa know, instead of standing outside waiting like you normally do.â
âSo far? Iâm not loving it,â you retort, ducking under a massive piece of concrete.
A firefighter from a different crew approaches you, a victim in tow.
âNeed any help?â Eddie asks.
âAll good,â The firefighter replies. âThereâs a kid maybe 50 feet back, he needs EMTs. Bad.â
âIs it a little girl?â you ask, thinking of Kat. Honestly, you arenât sure what you want the answer to be.
âNo, an African American teenager,â he clarifies.
âFire and Rescue, hello?!â Buck shouts.
âRight here!â A voice shouts back. âThank god, man, heâs stuck!â
The three of you have to crawl across a beam to get to him. Youâre the last one to make it across, and Buck hands you your bag once you do. You give him a single nod, which he returns.
âWhatâs your name, kiddo?â You ask with a smile as you approach the victim.
A man is holding one of his hands, and the other is cradling his head. He doesnât appear to be his father, but you can tell they know each other somehow. You can see why: his injury is brutal. His left leg is trapped under a massive concrete support beam, one that normally goes from the ceiling to the floor.
âJeff,â he answers shakily.
âYou already try and move some debris, see if you can pull him free?â Eddie asks as he gets a set of vitals.
âThe second we touched the beam, everything above started shifting,â the man responds.
Buck stares up. âYeah, thatâs what I was afraid of. It looks like this debris is holding up this section of the ceiling. If we try to pull it out of the way, this whole area could cave in.â
âMy friend Eddie and I are gonna stablize your neck, okay Jeff?â You say as you get the c-collar out of your pack.
Eddie holds C-spine as you slide the collar around Jeffâs neck.
âI-I canât move it, coach,â Jeff says. âHow bad is it?â
âHey, bones heal, alright?â His coach replies.
âSir, this firefighter is gonna lead you out of here,â Buck interrupts.
âNo, screw that, Iâm staying, alright? This kid is a son to me.â
âOkay, we need to focus all of our attention on Jeff right now. We can't be worried about your safety, too,â Buck insists. âNow go.â
A sense of pride swells in your heart. Buck is taking charge of the situation, similar to how Bobby would. Sometimes, you can hardly believe this is the same guy who got fired for not respecting the job.
Buck approaches you. âWhatâve we got?â
âCrushed tibia and fibula,â you answer. âLooks like it missed any major arteries.â
âAlright, Pretty Boy, what do you think?â
Both Buck and Eddie begin talking. They frown and glance at each other, then at you.
Your cheeks burn a little. âUm, Buck is Pretty Boy.â
Buck gives a little shit-eating grin.
âHuh, sounds like thereâs a story there,â Eddie notes.
The three of you are standing in a small circle, out of earshot from Jeff. Youâre trying to decide what the next step is, and the boys have considered every option⌠except yours.
âWhat if we try chipping away at the debris, try to make headway,â Eddie suggests.
âAre you crazy? The entire goddamn building could come crashing down us,â you argue. âI donât know why weâre even discussing this. Thereâs one option: we get a trauma surgeon in here, and Jeff loses his leg instead of his life.â
âBasketball is his life,â Buck says. His arms are folded across his chest, and he sways back and forth a little as he thinks.
âYeah, Well, it isnât just his life at stake,â you retort. âWeâre here too, and call me selfish, but I donât want to die so a kid can play with a ball. Thatâs also assuming, by the way, that his leg is even salvageable when all is said and done. And it might not be.â
âYou donât know that it isnât,â Eddie shrugged. âWe have to at least try, right?â
âOkay, I know you boys are super into the whole âbadass, lifesaving, run-into-dangerâ firefighter thing, but we have to be realistic. This isnât just Jeff weâre talking about. Hell, this isnât just about the four of us. Itâs about everyone above us, too: Hen, Chim, and god knows how many other firefighters and survivors. Risking all of their lives for one person isnât heroicâitâs stupid.â
âWhat about an airbag?â Buck says to Eddie. âWe shore up this pocket we're in. get an air bag to lift up the beam thatâs pinning him down.â
Eddie nods thoughtfully. âYeah, that could work.â
You tap your mouth like itâs a microphone. âIs this thing on?â
Buck sighs. âLook, we canât justââ
âI can hear you, you know,â Jeff interrupts your conversation. âShouldnât I get a vote?â
You look at Jeff, then back at your coworkers. Without saying anything, you all move back over to Jeff, surrounding him in a formation similar to before.
âJeff, what do you want to to do?â You ask, gently taking his hand.
He squeezes your hand. âI may be able to live without my leg, but I donât know if I can live knowing I could have saved it, but didnât.â
You smile and nod. You look to Buck and Eddie. âThen we try the airbags.â
âAlright, Jeff, you ready?â Buck asks.
Buck is at Jeffâs shoulders, Eddie is at his hip, and youâre crouched at his feet. Buck and Eddie will move Jeff once the airbag deploys, and itâs your job to make sure heâs clear.
Jeff nods. âYeah, but if things go wrong, leave me and save yourselves. This is my choice to try this.â
âEh, I kind of like you, so now youâre stuck with me,â you joke. You get at least a chuckle out of everyone. âAll four of us are getting out of here.â
âThatâs right,â Eddie agrees, âwith all 8 legs.â
Buck leans in a little closer to Jeff. âNow, Jeff, she gave you some morphine, but once we move you, itâs gonna hurt like hell. You ready?â
Jeff agrees, quietly at first but then loudly. âYeah. Yeah, Yeah. Yeah, come on, weâre the champs.â
You smile and can almost taste how bittersweet the expression is. Buck and Eddie quickly catch on and begin agreeing.
âYeah, weâre the champions!â Buck shouts.
âWe got this! Yeah, we got this!â Eddie yells.
Eventually, the three of them just yell in similar octaves. They sound like a bunch of little boys excited to play a game. You have to blink a few times, holding back tears.
Buck counts down, then turns a nozzle to deploy the airbag. You can hear some cracking sounds but feel no slack on Jeffâs leg.
âAnything?!â Buck shouts.
âA little more!â Eddie shouts back.
Debris begins to fall on your shoulders, and you can feel the surface below you shaking.
âCome, come on, come onââ
Jeffâs leg is suddenly free enough, and you and Eddie pull him to the side.
In seconds, the three of you have him on the backboard, splinted, and ready for transport. Each of you is singing your praises to Jeff, encouraging him, and assuring him he did a good job. The boys get him onto the platform your team crawled in on. The boys are doing the heavy lifting, so you let them go first.
As you start to slide across the beam, you catch something in the corner of your eye. Itâs a pink and purple sneaker, likely a childâs.
âKat?â you shout, digging for your flashlight. âKat?!â
After getting Jeff out, you confirm that Kat was wearing pink and purple shoes, which means sheâs stuck somewhere in the building. The three of you return to the building with additional firefighters, all calling out Katâs name.
An aftershock begins. Everything around you begins shaking, and you can feel the ground start to give. It makes your stomach do a few backflips. Thereâs a massive shift below you, and before you even realize itâs happening, youâre falling between two segments. For a moment, you hear Eddie and Buck call your name. Then, all you can hear is the world falling on top of you.
Eventually, everything becomes still. You reach for your radio, trying to get unpinned from whatever came crashing down on you. âBuck?! Eddie?!â
You canât explain it, but you can feel youâre in a different spot. The air didnât just get colder; itâs like the actual pressure of the atmosphere shifted.
You find thereâs some slack above your legs, so you begin kicking. âIs anyone down here?!â
âHey,â a gravely voice calls out.
You grunt a few times as you pry and pull yourself from the rubble. When you break free, you see a trapped firefighter a few feet away. His legs are completely obstructed, and heâs pressed flat on his back.
âHey, 221, right?â you say, opening your medi bag. âWe ran into some of your boys earlier. Iâm 118.â
âRuss, 221,â he confirms.
âRuss, whereâs your radio?â You ask as you look around. âMineâs toast.â
âI donât have one,â he rasps out, âall radios were issued out. Itâs not my shift?â
You feel a pull on your heartstrings. â Oh my god, you came in on your day off, Russ?â
âEh, I had nothing better to do,â He jokes with a weak laugh.
You begin looking around and think of various ways to free Russ. You first try pushing the debris away, which proves unsuccessful. You then try pulling Russ out, and when that doesnât work, you try using your fire axe as a jack.
âThereâs gotta be an actual jack in one of these cars,â you say, swinging your head around as you try to locate the nearest vehicle.
âDonât waste your strength or your time,â Russ protests.
âEnough of that, Russ,â you gently scold. âWeâre both getting out of here, okay?â
âIâm not. Fractured pelvis, flail chest... Even I couldn't save me, and... you don't know me, but I'm good.â
âYeah? Well maybe Iâm better,â You argue, finding a nearby car door. You open it. âHang in there.â
âIâm not gonna make it,â Russ coughs. You rush to his side, and it looks like heâs spitting up blood. âHelp's not coming. Not in time, anyway. So, please, my kit. The morphine. Give me a bolus.â He coughs and moans a little. âOh, make it three.â
âI'll give you one, just to keep you comfortable, but we're not giving up, okay?â You say as you begin rifling through your bag.
âAre you married?â Russ asks.
You shake your head. âHavenât gotten around to it.â
âWell, I was,â Russ explains. âShe was always worrying that I wouldn't... make it back home to see her. Decided maybe it's better if I just stopped coming home altogether. I think maybe she was... onto something.â
Youâre drawing up the last little bit of morphine when Russ goes quiet. You drop the syringe and shake his shoulders. âRuss?! Russ!â
You put your fingers to his neck, but you know you arenât going to find a pulse. His eyes are already glazed over, his face totally relaxed.
You throw the syringe of morphine as hard as you can, curling up into a ball. âDammit.â
You stay like that for a while, probably longer than you should. A few silent tears stream down your face. You eventually wipe away your tears, close Russâs eyes, and continue forward.
You go for as long as you can, but the air gets so thin that it becomes hard to breathe. At some point, you stumble to your feet, leaning back against some rubble behind you. You take in a few deep breaths, and you exhale them as sobs.
Wiping at your eyes again, you reach for your phone. Itâs something you never wanted to do, but it feels like the right decision. When you find your phone, you click into the voice memo app.
âHey, Bobby,â you say, letting out a cough. âIâm sorry you have to hear them this way, but you deserve some last words from me, so here I go: working with you has been the greatest pleasure of my life.â
You record one for each of your co-workers, your family members.
âChim, I always thought of you as a mentorâŚâ
âHen, your friendship has meant the absolute world to meâŚâ
âEddie, I havenât known you for long, but Iâm glad I got to meet youâŚâ
âPretty Boy,â you laugh, then cough again. âEvan Buckley⌠where do I even start with you? Iâm not gonna lie: I really didnât like you when we first met. And thatâs funny, because now, youâre probably one of the most important people in my life. You definitely proved me wrong, man: you were good. You are good. And you have to keep being good, okay? I might not be there to see it anymore, but you should still do it. Do it for the both of us, will ya?â
A few tears fall from your face as you end the recording. You take a few deep breaths before marching onward.
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some examples i can think of brotherhood crimes of doing riza(and royai) dirty in my opinion that's the absolute truth in the universe. consciously excluding stuff i think are minor but annoy me just as bad or else this post would be too exhausting:
being ugly in general
not including her time travel joke from when they learn that the elrics are kids and not adults on their way to recruiting them
not including the scene where roy meets her after she calls him when she meets barry the chopper and threatens to burn him out of jealousy
changing the dialogue after roy saves her from gluttony from:
to:
LIKE...... if brotherhood has the habit of cutting off scenes to make it shorter then WHY they would change this scene to become BIGGER AND WORSE. the dialogue in manga is a clear example of their trust and wordless care for each other. while in broho it's just ?????? roy being an asshole????? to his wife?????? whom he just left his post running for bc he sensed she was in danger???? whoever chose to change this dialogue. kill yourself
riza being nice to alphonse when they are at 3rd laboratory:
not including the only time in the whole series roy calls her by her first name only:
the WHOLE ishval arc. riza telling ed about ishval lasts a whole ass volume while it's barely an entire episode in anime like... hm.. for starters the way roy and riza meet again there is different. in manga she saves roy and hughes from a surprise attack, and only realizes it's roy when she sees him through the scope. then hughes tells roy that they brought a talented sniper from the academy and goes after her to thank her for saving them. in anime riza suddenly shows up to roy when he was talking to hughes and like... not necessarily a bad thing i guess but...... yeah.... also this whole conversation is cut off if i remember right.. among a lot of other things LOL i hate how ishval arc is played down in BH
riza being funny and cute not being included again
this scene when they reach 3rd lab again in promised day and roy jokes about wanting to see her honest tears again and riza replies saying water makes him useless BUT in manga she's all cute and blushy while in anime they make her be all # girlbaws about it because that's all brotherhood riza is about lmao they took away her moeness...crime
in manga, after roy gives up killing envy upon realizing it would lead to riza shooting him then killing herself, it shows him lowering her gun without the glove he previously had on. symbolizing that he lowered his weapon before he could lower hers. in anime he still has his gloves on
EDIT I FORGOT THE MOST IMPORTANT PANEL OF THEM ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
RIZA BEING INSUBORDINATE AND A BRAT SHE'S SO CUTE THIS PANEL IS WHAT INSPIRED MY USERNAME... SHE'S SO CUTE...... brotherhood is so scared of letting riza be cute and moe because she would be too powerful if they let her
EDIT 222222 BECAUSE I WOKE UP IN COLD SWEAT AT REMEMBERING I FORGOT THIS TOO
roy visits madame christmas' bar looking down and she asks him why doesn't he and elizabeth go someplace fun... we all know who elizabeth is right... and he says miserably that another man took elizabeth away from him(referring to riza being kept hostage by bradley) and at that the other girl asks if that means she has a chance with him now. everyone knows that roy is so wifepilled he won't look any other way if riza is in the picture lmao also how embarrassing it is that even your mom knows you're fucking your subordinate
i'm convinced somebody at BH staff hated riza's ass because of how often riza and royai scenes are changed or ignored... i know it's common for anime adaptations to cut off moments from manga but for an anime that whole premise is to be The Better Adaptation, doing it so often makes it bad to me. if you repeatedly exclude scenes that tell more about the characters because they're "not relevant to the plot", eventually there will be no actual personality left, only characters that are plot props
THERE'S A LOT MORE i wanted to include but this is already long enough and i got tired LMFAO a lot of things(most not included) are non issues because are mostly about riza being a bit silly, or showing more expression than she does in anime in a scene that otherwise doesn't change anything. but they still annoy me because by repeatedly excluding and changing these moments add to the view people have of her being nagging and stoic, at an attempt to make her a cool flawless Good Woman Character. what for.
#tecotalk#fma#riza hawkeye#throwing in the tag because fuck it#not hiding anything under the cut everyone will be subjected to this
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Written for @steddie-week.
Reach Out and Touch Someone
Day #7 - Prompt: Free Space | Word Count: 1500 | Rating: T | CW: Language, Alcohol | POV: Steve | Tags: AU, Wrong Number, Right Person Trope, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Meet-Cute
Steve dials the number messily scrawled on the scrap of paper. Heâs nervous. Heâs always nervous when he has to stick his neck out and make a move on a girl these days.Â
Yeah, he did the first bit of legwork and got her number out at the bar last night. But he's fumbled the ball and failed enough times, Robin's loving, but accurate, "you suck" burned in his brain, that he's always leery to try again. He should be used to it by now, but itâs still uncomfortable and awkward, every goddamn time. If his friends weren't all fretting about his emotional well-being from being so terminally alone, he wouldnât put forth half the effort anymore.Â
He has Robin. He has his cat. He's happy.Â
It rings three times before he hears it connect, âHello?â
Itâs a manâs voice, and he hesitates for just a moment, âIâm looking for, uh, Lyla?â
âSorry, man. Wrong number.â
âOh, Iâm sorry, I must have misdialed,â Steve says, a different kind of embarrassment. But this is one he can handle easier, for sure. So he pushed the wrong button somewhere along the way. His eyesight isn't the best thing he's got going for him.
âNo worries, man,â the other guy laughs, seemingly carefree about being bothered.
They each disconnect and then Steve reads, and re-reads, the number before dialing again. More carefully this time.
It rings only once before itâs connected.
âStill me, dude,â the familiar voice relays, still light and friendly.
âWow. Iâm so sorry. Clearly, I was given a fake number. That's embarrassing,â Steve laughs, because this is more embarrassing than misdialing. He's uncomfortable and mortified to admit that this girl just didn't want him to call her. Even if he's only admitting it to a stranger.
She should have just told him no. He hates that she didn't, for her sake, too.
âShitty move,â the other guy answers.
âYeah, well. I'm sorry I bothered you. Again. I promise to cross-check any future numbers against yours before dialing, just in case.â
The guy laughs, "Well, now. Don't go to any trouble for my sake. Honestly,â and he doesn't sound put-out at all, âdonât worry about it. She clearly didnât have the balls to just, be, like, honest. That sucks.â
Steve laughs, maybe if she'd had balls this wouldn't have happened at all. Most men feel more comfortable just saying no, he thinks, which is sad but true. He swings both ways, and maybe he should take this as a sign to lean the other way for a while. See if that works out any better for him.Â
It probably won't, but he could try.
âThere goes my big weekend plans,â Steve teases, uncertain why he does it, even as the words tumble out of his mouth. He needs to hang up the phone and let this guy get back to his own life.
âDude. That's a problem I can solve. Iâm gigging tonight. You have to come. Let me entertain you.â
âYou donât have to do that.â
âWhatever. I want to. Just show up. Itâll be a great story, will it not?â
It would be a great story. One he could even tell Robin to convince her heâs living a little, âI donât even know your name. What if youâre a serial killer or something?â
âYep, thatâs me. Vicious killer,â the guy laughs, âIâm Eddie, man. And Iâm a fucking ball to be around. Youâll want to take me up on this awesome offer. Weâll all be down at Hellfire Club around eight. Show up. If you think weâre murderous, you donât have to follow us to any secondary, secluded locations.â
Hellfire Club is literally two blocks from Steveâs apartment. He's been past it countless times, but never inside. It's always dark. Like it's not even open, making him unsure about what kind of bar it is, it's so nondescript from the outside. Not to mention the name is a little intimidating. He'd half-convinced himself it's a BDSM club.Â
But, now that he's been invited, he could just walk down and see whatâs the what, âHow will I know which guy you are?â
Eddie laughs, âYouâll know. Trust me.â
Steve has a hard time trusting anyone new these days, but Eddie seems friendly enough.Â
Steve realizes he must have been quiet for too long, because Eddie starts talking again.
âIâll have on a badass battle vest. Look for that. You'll see me. It's impossible not to. I promise.â
âOkay,â Steve agrees, even if heâs not sure what a battle vest even is.
âNow, are you going to tell me your name, or will that just be a surprise?â Eddie asks.
Steve laughs, âSteve. Iâm Steve.â
âWell, Iâll see you later, Steve.â
Steve stands in front of his closet for far too long, trying to find something to wear that doesnât look too nerdy. He assumes Eddie's cool. He sounded cool, and Steve may have been cool in high school, but these days he just keeps his head down and goes through life, content to be fairly unnoticed. He finally settles on a black t-shirt. Basic, classic. Timeless.
Boring.Â
But that's a risk he's willing to take.
He walks down the street slowly and arrives around eight-thirty. The windows are still all blacked out, tinted to the point he can't see anything inside. There's just the neon sign with the Hellfire Club over the door.
When he pulls open the door, he's in a hallway that's painted all black, with a bouncer at the end, stationed at a door. Steve kind of wants to turn around, flee, but he doesn't. He's already here. He might as well at least see. Robin will kill him if he chickens out.
He gives his ID to the bouncer, and is directed down a staircase. He really hopes this isn't a sex club.Â
It's not.
And as soon as he crosses the threshold into the bar, yes, he knows Eddie instantly. Heâs gotta be the one on the bar, pouring shots directly into various mouths. Steve knows he could turn around right now and this adventure could end. But watching Eddie laughing and prancing up and down the bar with flourish, clearly having fun, makes Steve want to go up and meet this guy.
Steve takes an open seat at the end of the bar, kind of out of the way, and just watches Eddie work the crowd.
The bar is blaring It's Raining Men and Eddie is playing up the song, big time. He's not a stripper, at least Steve doesn't think he is, but he's working the crowd for tips, absolutely. He keeps handing them down to a curly-headed guy, who keeps stuffing them into an overflowing jar.
Steve's pretty sure this is a gay club, or at least queer friendly. Maybe he has found a place for himself, something that's been right here under his nose, all this time.
When Eddie finally jumps down off the bar, Steve watches him work the rest of the room.
The other guy comes over and takes Steve's order, and he doesn't quite have the same flourish, but he's efficient and confident with a bottle and jigger.
"Name for the tab?" he asks, shaking the drink Steve had picked from the list.
"Steve," Steve says, and the guy looks up and meets his eyes.
Surely not. This doesn't feel like this is Eddie. He is wearing a vest, a red plaid one, but the other guy also has a denim vest on, full of patches.
"Eddie?" Steve questions, needing to make sure.
"Gareth," the guy says, "that's Eddie," he clarifies, pointing at the one Steve had correctly clocked as Eddie to begin with. "You're his wrong number guy, right?"
Steve nods. He supposes that's what he is, "Yeah. That's me. Loser in love."
Gareth laughs, and it makes Steve smile.
"That's our specialty here, you'll feel right at home," Gareth teases.
"Glad to hear it."
"I'll tell him you're here," Gareth assures, "he wasn't sure you'd come."
"That makes two of us," Steve admits, and Gareth smiles as he finishes shaking Steve's drink, putting it down in front of him.
"On the house. First-timers to Hellfire drink free," Gareth says, and then he's walking away.Â
Steve's eyes follow Gareth across the bar, watching as he taps Eddie on the shoulder, leaning close to his ear, pointing right at Steve.
Eddie looks, meets his eyes, and Steve raises his hand, giving him a small, little wiggle of his fingers.
A huge smile spreads across Eddie's face as he bounds in Steve's direction.
Eddie's quickly right in his personal space, squeezing both of Steve's shoulders, greeting him with a smile, "Welcome to Hellfire."
Steve smiles, liking the feeling of Eddie's hands bleeding through his t-shirt, warming him.
Eddie lets go, and Steve misses the feeling already, but Eddie stays. Sliding onto the stool next to Steve, "I'm glad you came."
And Steve's completely honest as he answers, "Me too."
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Notes: If you're too young to remember it, reach out and touch someone was the slogan/jingle for Bell System telephone company back in the day. So, that's where the title comes from, as a play on the wrong number phone call trope.
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âWhat surprise awaits me today?â Hero leans against the bars of Villainâs cell, smiling. Itâs their daily ritual, something Villain hates to admit they always look forward to. Hero is kind to them.
âYou have such high expectations of me. You guilt me delivering them.â
âAnd you never disappoint.â Hero drops their head to meet Villainâs eyes from outside the cell. Villain smirks like theyâre sharing a secret.
They hate that this is the happiest theyâve ever beenâbehind bars, swooning at the attention of the hero who put them there.
Villain retreats to a small desk in the corner of their cell. Itâs littered with graphite drawings, a privilege granted for âgood behavior.â Villain scoffs at the irony, but decides not to challenge it.
They return to the bars, slipping a choice drawing through. Their fingers brush against Heroâs as the drawing is passed along. Itâs calculated, Villain knows it. Just like the visitsâa prescription to keep them from going off the rails and trying to escape. Villain swallows the medicine.
âBeautiful. As always.â Itâs a landscape. A recreation of something they sketched years earlier. Hero seems pleased.
Emboldened by their reaction, Villain tests, âWhen do I get a surprise from you?â
Hero is nothing if not generous. They play along. âIf I told you, it wouldnât be much of a surprise, would it?â
âGive me a hint?â Villain sets a hand on the bar, They shift their weight so the motion is hidden from a security camera in the corner.
Hero isnât phased by the gesture. âWhat would you want from me anyways?â
âHmâŚâ Villain trails. âSomething genuine. Something beautiful. Thatâs what my art is to you, isnât it? You should return the favor one of these days.â
âIâll keep that in mind.â
For a moment, Heroâs hand finds Villainâs against the metal cell before they leave. Villain knows their routine by heart. They know Hero will never return their affections unless they need information or expertise out of them. But theyâre content to play along, bask in a bit of that attention.
Villain believes Hero is kind. But at night, Villain does everything to squash the fractional piece of their heart that believes Hero cares for them.
Hero appears outside Villainâs cell late one afternoon.
âWhereâve you been?â Villain asks, approaching the bars. âItâs nearly dark. I thought you mightâve forgotten about me.â They keep their voice light, agreeable.
âIâd never. I just needed to prepare something.â
Villain crosses their arms. âAnd do I get to know what that is?â
Hero is beaming. âOf course. I tell you all my secrets.â Liar. âCome here.â
Villain indulges them and steps forward. Before they know it, Hero grips their arms and pulls them close. They embrace through the bars of the cell. Villainâs stomach plunges and their eyes dart towards the security camera.
âWhat are youââ
âIâm looping the footage. We should have about five minutes before it goes back to normal.â
Villain focuses on Hero. âAre you crazy? What the fuck are youââ
âYou wanted a surprise,â Hero interrupts. They grip Villainâs side, steadying them. âHowâs this for one?â
Heroâs lips crash against Villainâs before they can comprehend the fingers lacing through their hair. They canât believe this is happening. They give into the desire theyâve been fighting since their first battle with Hero.
They part slowly. Villain keeps their gaze low. âWhy did you do that?â They mutter.
âIâve been thinking about doing it for a while.â
Rationally, Villain knows itâs not the best idea to trust a hero. âWeâre enemies. You put me in prison.â
Hero grins. âBut, you have to admit. Now we get to see each other more often!â
Despite everything, Villain canât deny the gesture. âYouâre insane.â
âYou know, we still have four minutes. Care to do it again?â With a nod from Villain, Hero takes the lead and connects their lips again.
Villain supposes they can figure out what this means for their relationship tomorrow.
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hi can i request arranged marriage hcs with nanami? tysm
YES !!!
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Arranged marriage with Nanami
Ëââ§ę°á â ŕťęą â§âË
You both were born into business empires, and your families were close so it was written in stone that you would end up married to Nanami. You felt robbed that you wouldnât be able to choose your own partner but for the good of the company and family, you bit your tongue and moved along with the marriage.
Nanami didnât want to marry you, you both grew up with each other and he didnât want to be the reason for your unhappiness. He loved you and despite his cold exterior, he knew that if you figured out that he actually liked you romantically, you would feel uncomfortable in the situation. So he tried his hardest to go against this marriage, but he was only able to delay it a couple years. But for those three years, you were able to go to university and have a normal life.
Nanamiâs mother and father set up a meeting with your family to further discuss the logistics of the marriage, you will still be working but will be taking a break for the âmarried lifeâ and to bond with Nanami. He will also be going on a break to do the same.
He knew you felt uncomfortable during the meeting but didnât say anything until after, âIâm sorry.â You canât remember the last time he apologised to you, âIâm alright, just a little jet-lagged.â
The mothers â˘ď¸ designed the wedding and reception all you had to do was to show up, to be honest, you prefer it this way, with fewer feelings involved, you are less likely to fall deeper in love with a man who could never love you back. Nanami felt frustrated on your behalf, being poked and prodded with questions and measuring tapes can only go so far before annoyance settles.
Nanami realised that you were avoiding him, and unsure of what he could have possibly done to offend you, he decided to confront you. You were walking back from your car into his parent's mansion, and he crept up to you, tapping you on the shoulder. You jumped and asked him what the hell he was playing at. He simply asked you why you were avoiding him, trying hard to keep the hurt out of your voice, you ask him if he was being "fucking serious?" You paused to get a hold of your emotions. "You hate me, I am to be wed to a man who hates me and you want to know why I am avoiding you?"
The shock was evident on Nanami's face, you looked down at your feet, ashamed that you let your emotions run unchecked. It is unbecoming and your mother if she knew, would have your head. "I've liked you since the moment you punched me in the face when we were both ten playing in the garden, I love you, darling, I didn't want this marriage to happen out of fear that you didn't like me back and this would have ruined your life. I am alright liking you one-sidedly, I have been used to the idea of unrequited love." He put his thumb and index finger between your chin, lifting your head to reveal unshed tears welling up in your eyes. "I love you and I want to prove it."
Nanami brought you along for a date a week before your wedding, he was running a little bit late so you headed into the up-scale bar and ordered beforehand. A man with a smug grin saddled up to you and sat in the seat beside you, introducing himself and offering to buy you a drink. You politely turn him down, citing you were meeting someone and were not interested. Not taking the very overt hint, you felt uncomfortable, checking the time and your messages in case Nanami texted you back. He handed you a business card, and whilst you went to reach for it he grabbed your hand, âCâmon, I have a suite booked at the Hilton next door.â
âIâm afraid she will have to reject that ever so-kind offer, and you need to get your hands off of her or we are going to have to take this outside.â Nanami drawled, you stare at his dark, imposing figure, wide-eyed and a little horrified by how attractive you found him right now. Oh dear, you think, This is going to require a lot of self-reflection later on.
The man got up and rolled his eyes, âFine, you donât know what youâre missing anyways.â Nanami sat down in his seat, looking over you to see if he harmed you at all, âMy sincerest apologies, traffic was bad and I had a board meeting that overran.â He kissed your hand, and held it for a beat, âYou know, it took me a while to find the perfect ring for such a perfect bride,â you didnât know, in fact, you were so sure that The Mothers â˘ď¸ chose it like they chose everything else for the wedding.
You both got to talking, about where life found you and the drinks kept coming. You started to get a little tipsy, confessing that you had always found Nanami attractive but didnât want to ruin everything. He smirked, âAnd now? Hm? Am I still attractive to you?â
You became flustered and changed the subject quickly. You could tell the drink was getting to him, Nanami's face flushed and his smile finally reached his eyes.
Nanami placed his hand on your inner thigh, âWanna head out? I have my driver waiting outside,â you nodded and he paid the waiter. It was chilly outside so he gave you his jacket, you could smell Dior Sauvage and nature on it, breathing it in even more- it was addicting.
He dropped you home and gave you a kiss on the cheek, wishing you a good night. Telling you to keep the jacket since heâs got so much. The next time you saw each other was the wedding itself. Nanami could only remember how beautiful you looked in your white dress, your hair was done up in an intricate style and your make-up flawless as usual. If he wasnât in love, then he was in love now.
The wedding itself went by without a hitch, you were just looking forward to the rest and relaxation offered by the honeymoon. Nanami couldnât wait for you to finish up your final goodbyes to your friends and family before you headed out on the private jet to the Caribbean.
You were nervous thatâs for sure for your first time with him, the tension on the flight was building to say the least. Heavy looks and innuendos were exchanged, it was a shock you didnât join the mile high club then and there.
You got to the hotel and Nanami wasted no time. Kissing your lips, cheeks and neck. In between the kisses like a mantra he would repeat, âYouâre mine now, my wife.â Littering kisses down your collarbone and navel, he placed butterfly kisses feverishly down your body. He got down on his knees and laid you down, memorising your heavenly body, worshiping it. He didnât know if this was too much off the bat, he paused and asked if it was ok to continue, ââSâokay,â you mumbles, head-turning inward, lips grazing his jaw. âI like it.â
Fuck.
Itâs achingly slow, the way he inches into you. You feel like youâre being split open and your eyes are wide when he reaches down to grip tightly onto your hips. âMine, mine, mine- ah,â you looked up into his eyes through your eyebrows, âmâ yours, only yours.â Nanami smiles at you, even as he tries to sound displeased. âSuch a mess.â
You stare up at Nanami with flushed cheeks and bleary eyes, pupils dilated and completely fucked. He starts moaning; murmuring â Itâs alright, yes, youâve got this, just look at me, mâright here, yeah⌠Oh⌠Feels good, youâre mine, Iâve got you⌠His eyes are closed but his brows are furrowed, and he pants through parted plush lips of his.
You can hardly think with the way each thrust makes your toes curl in unabashed pleasure and of course, Nanami knows just which way causes your eyes to roll back.
Without warning, he grips your hips and flips you over onto your back. The display of casual strength is unexpected and very, very attractive, and your legs spread eagerly before he even moves to open them himself. âAh- faster, âKen faster.â He nodded and started to move at an animalistic pace and speed, grabbing onto the headboard for leverage.
You came with a broken moan, convulsing around Nanami's cock. And he was still fucking you hard, drawing out the orgasm. âFuck- ah,â you moaned out. âWatch your mouth, darlinâ,â he warns, rolling your hips against his.
Nanami pulls out and he groans throatily as his fist tugs his dick and arcs thin streaks of white onto your skin. Sighing out little moans and gently writhing against the mattress, and fuck, Nanami thinks you make such a pretty picture.
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