#and her peers still treat her like shit stuck to a shoe)

[yuridovewing]

ah so i hear that wc was weird about female characters and punished and humiliated them disproportionately in comparison to their male counterparts who did far worse. what else is new

[ppersonna]

thunder - ksj | m

your voice was the soundtrack of my summer. do you know you're unlike any other? you'll always be my thunder. - thunder, boys like girls

↳ summary- you allow your best friend Jin to take you backpacking once per year.  apparently, this year’s outing would be the wettest yet.

↳ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

↳ pairing- kim seokjin x reader

↳ word count- 6k

↳ genre- fluff, tiny angst, smut, comedy

↳ warnings- penetrative sex, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, light dom!jin, light sub!reader, fucking in tents haha ha ha ha, cum play, cum eating, possessive dirty talk

↳ a/n- wow hello! its been so long since i uploaded a fic i almost forgot how to do it! i would like to give you a fic that i’ve had in my storage since march, and one i’m excited to finally finish. i’d be nowhere without @taetaewonderland​ @xjoonchildx​ @ladyartemesia​ for hyping me up to post it in the first place.  thank u to @shadowsremedy​ for being my fav beta ily ily ily. enjoy my babes! pls feel free to message me!

 “Kim Seokjin, if you got us lost, I’m going to murder you,” you seethed as your pulled your booted foot out of a slick puddle of mud. 

“I didn’t get us lost, dear. The map is wrong,” he replied coolly as he twisted the crumpled map from portrait to landscape, and back again. “I’m an excellent navigator, but when the tools I have are faulty…”. 

You grumbled, stopping your walk to sit on a fallen log. You sighed audibly at your best friend, still maneuvering in the small clearing in the forest, trying to match the map to where you were. You chanced a look at the sky as you sought to catch your breath and sate your anger. Dark, heavy clouds were forming, the kind that didn’t just indicate a sprinkle but a torrential downpour. 

“Shit, Jin. It’s going to storm soon,” you warned.  

He stopped his map seeking and glanced at the sky, frown buried deep in his face. 

Instantly, as if it never changed, he returned to his bright and cheery demeanor. 

“Well! Looks like we should work faster to make it back to camp, huh?” 

Seokjin would be excited for an unexpected kink in your plans. The boy was obsessed with “roughing it”. You agreed to one weekend with minimal hiking. Camping, in your opinion, was meant to be spent drunk around a fire eating s’mores and telling scary stories, not walking for miles through nothing but trees, mud, and probably bears.

Camping had never been your favorite hobby, and you allowed Seokjin to take you off trail backpacking once per year. The man looked forward to it, planned it several months in advance, and counted down the days until he stuffed you in his Jeep down a deserted forest highway to the campsite. 

Only, Jin never took the “minimal hiking” thing too seriously. 

“It’s an easy hike,” he had promised you that morning as you set up camp. “More of a stroll than anything.” 

You kicked at the dirt beneath you now, upset you had listened to the dark-haired man’s empty promises. 

“How about we just go back the way we came from?” You suggested as you stood up and brushed the dirt off your backside from the log. 

“Nonsense,” he sniffed. “I’ve got it right here. We can take this trail,” he gestured at a clearing through the trees, “for about a mile, turn left at the open valley, and we’ll be back at camp two miles after that!”  He proclaimed his findings as if it were so easy, so obvious. 

“Great, three miles of hiking. After we’ve already done four, at least.”

“Yes, my ever-positive sunshine, you should be happy I found us a shortcut.” He patted your head and smiled at you as he adjusted your backpack strap that was sliding off your shoulders. He lingered, eyes on you and your lips for just a fraction too long, before he turned and began leading you through the forest. 

Your heart was racing, unrelated to the elevation or the hike. 

You gave in so easily to Jin not because he was your best friend since childhood, but also because he was the man you were hopelessly in love with. 

You’d been smitten with the older boy since your senior year of high school, when he jokingly asked you to prom and you realized you wanted Seokjin courting you to be a regular occurrence. 

You stayed by his side through it all, all girlfriends and breakups. It hurt to watch him with another, but maintaining his friendship was more important than anything else and you weren’t about to lose him to a crush that you could easily just avoid. 

Seokjin was attached to your hip, a fact your friends never let you live down. They were relentless in encouraging you two to be alone, and for you to admit your feelings to him. They told you they were sure he would reciprocate it.  

Unbeknownst to them, you had admitted it. 

You and Jin once got messy drunk on the floor of your apartment, where you slithered up into his lap and whispered your secret devotion to your best friend. Seokjin merely laughed and kissed your nose. You were so embarrassed and rejected you never brought it up again. Best to leave it be, rather than bring a 15 year friendship to a screeching halt. 

So—you valiantly stood by him as his best friend and confidante. You were there when he excitedly told you about his new girlfriend, or when he called you crying over their breakup. Your heart twinged at both; you wanted to be the reason for his excitement and the balm to his wounded heart. 

You allowed Seokjin to take you on all his wild adventures. Like now—traipsing through the forest with no direction in sight, because you would have done nearly anything for the boy.

A crack of thunder shook you from your thoughts and you jumped at the sudden sound. 

“Ah, so cute,” he smiled at you, “still afraid of thunder?”

You blushed and pouted. “It just surprised me, is all.”

He smirked as if to say he didn’t believe you and nodded. “We should get a move on, don’t want to get caught in the rain.” 

You shivered at the thought. It was already cool in the forest; the trees providing enough coverage it locked out any sun, if there had been any. You quickly moved in step behind your best friend. It only took a few minutes of silence before the telltale pitter patter of droplets on leaves began. A fat raindrop landed on your forehead. 

“Fuck,” you groaned. “It’s starting.”  

“I know,” Jin suddenly looked worried, his confident demeanor cracking. He looked back at you and tightened the straps on his backpack. 

“Let’s run?”

You were powerless to deny any request from him. Plus, you didn’t really feel like getting drenched. 

You adjusted your own backpack and took off, running through the quickly dampening forest beside Seokjin. 

The rain came in a downpour. It hit you hard, blurring your vision. Seokjin slipped his hand into yours, not wanting to lose you in the storm. You pushed your legs in time with his, jumping around fell logs and rocks and skipping large puddles. 

You were drenched as Seokjin pulled you into a makeshift canopy of rocks, a momentary pause from the storm to catch your breath. Your hair was soaking wet, as if freshly showered. Seokjin’s hair stuck to his face, and you smiled as he looked at you with concern. It only took a moment until you were both bursting with laughter, finding humor at the moment. 

It was something you loved about Seokjin. He always knew how to make you laugh in times it seemed impossible. 

“This sucks,” you spoke through your joyful laughter.  He nodded in agreement. 

“I think we’re almost back. We need to turn soon, and then we’ve got about two more miles. You ready?”

You agreed and pushed back the slick hair in your eyes, before doing the same for him. His eyes sparkled. You didn’t know what it meant. 

In an instant, you were running again. The backpack bounced against your back and rain pounded your body. The things you did for Kim Seokjin. You were whipped, and you knew it. 

The trail seemed like it went on forever. You both became so tired of running that you slowed and trudged slowly through mud as rain pelted you, accepting your fate of soaking to the bone. You were sure you had never been this drenched in your life.  Your clothes were stuck to your body and dripping down into your shoes and socks. Your teeth chattered in the breeze—it felt as if the wind whipped right through you.  The sky rumbled again, as if warning you to hurry lest it dump more rain on you.

Seokjin was always the caring companion. He rubbed your shoulders and arms to warm them up and promised a roaring fire. You hated how much it made your heart burst.

You were very much looking forward to your one-man tent, stocked with a sleeping bag and blankets. You could strip down and dry off and slip into the warmth of your own personal nest. 

Seokjin waxed poetic about his own spacious tent—a lofty family sized one, and how he made sure he brought his sleeping bag along with 8 thick blankets, and how he couldn’t wait to snuggle down into his own.  Seokjin was the picture of preparedness. He even kept a locking box full of snacks in his tent because the boy was a foodie and couldn’t survive without the treats. It came in handy. 

“What would you do if we were stuck out here forever?” You posed to your best friend, curious about his response and desperate to pass the time as you hiked. 

“Well,” he thought aloud. “I’d miss the guys. But I’d be happy to be stuck out here with you.”  

Your cheeks flushed. 

“You wouldn’t miss, ah—what’s her name? Miya?” 

Seokjin shrugged. “She’s fun. She’s not you, though.”

You couldn’t help but grumble internally. She was good enough to date, and you weren’t. She was different in some respect. 

“Are things not going well with her?” You asked, secretly hoping they weren’t.

“It’s fine. She’s nice and all,” he sighed.  “Just, there’s no spark there, you know?”  

You knew all too well. Any man you tried to date paled compared to your best friend, and the fireworks behind your every heartbeat when you were near him.

“What about you?” He was peering into your eyes and into what felt like your soul. “You and Jungkook sure seem cozy.” His tone sounded annoyed, sarcastic even.

You couldn’t help but bark a laugh. 

“Oh god, no,” you shook your soggy head.  “Not my type. We’re good friends and that’s it. Plus, I’m sure he’s into Jimin.”

Seokjin shrugged again. “You sit on his lap and cuddle up to him all the time…”

“Are you jealous?” You smirked, nudging the man.  Please, god, please be jealous.

“N-No!” He was sharp. “I’m not.”

Ouch.

You remained silent, eyes downcast at your muddy boots as you walked alongside the man.

“Sorry,” he mumbled after a beat of silence. 

“Don’t worry about it, Seokjin. I got it—loud and clear.”

Seokjin looked hurt, a wave of dissatisfaction crossing his features. He wanted to say something, mouth opening to continue his apology. You ignored it wholly. He knew your feelings. There was no way he couldn’t remember that night. You pushed ahead of the man, walking in front of him to avoid his pained gaze and likely hurried apology.  

The light of day was leaving. Everything around you was steadily getting darker, and the rain showed no sign of giving up. You silently begged to be back to the safety of your camp soon, lest you become walking mountain lion bait.

“There’s camp!” Seokjin finally pointed and ran through the rain ahead of you.

“Oh thank fuck,” you sighed, feeling as if it lifted a weight from your shoulders. You couldn’t wait to strip out of your soaking clothes and slither into your blankets.

“Oh shit,” Seokjin whispered, stopping where he stood.  You followed his gaze, concerned about what stopped the boy so quickly.   

Your tent was ripped open, the insides of it exposed to the wind and rain. Everything you owned was soaking wet. You had set it up in a clearing with not too many trees above it, and it appeared the lack of protection against the wind and rain tore the poor fabric to shreds.

A worn-out and distraught sob left your lips.

“No!”  

You ran to the tent and nearly cried. Fortunately, beyond just being soaking wet and useless for the night, everything was intact. There was only no warmth to be had. No warm clothes to change into. Nothing.  

“What the fuck am I going to do?!” 

Seokjin placed a hand on your shoulder.  

“You can share with me?” He sounded hopeful. “We can hang your clothes to dry and when the storm passes, we can build a fire and let your tent air out.  But you should probably sleep in my tent tonight.” 

You bit your lip. You had slept with Seokjin in more beds than you could count, always being forced to share a bed as the designated ‘best friends who don’t care’.  And it was never easy for you. You always woke up with the delicious scent of his cologne and shampoo, and your body curled around his. His hardness would always be pressed up against you, and it took all you had not to wrap your mouth around it to wake him up.

“Yeah, thanks Seokjin,” you breathed. “I’m fucking freezing. And I’m tired. I just want to get some sleep.”

Seokjin slipped his backpack off and pulled yours off your frame. He hung them from a sturdy branch, protected by layers of trees overhead, to let them dry.  

“I have some towels in my tent, go on in. You can get dry and hand me your wet clothes to hang. Then you can get in the blankets and I’ll make us something to eat.”

You blushed. Seokjin hadn’t seen you fully naked, ever; at least not since you were toddlers.

Slipping into his blankets while stark nude would be a dream. It was something you fantasized about more than you’d care to admit. But, in the current conditions, being naked and clammy in the blankets next to your best friend who didn’t return any feelings for you sounded more like an awkward moment waiting to happen.

If Seokjin noticed anything, he didn’t show it. He acted as if making you strip in his tent was a normal thing, nothing out of the ordinary. 

“I’ll wait out here,” he nodded dutifully. 

You slipped out of your muddy boots and socks, and into his tent. It was nice and spacious, and the blankets looked incredibly enticing. It was kind of Seokjin to let you stay with him, even kinder that he would remain soaking wet to make you something to eat. Your body felt so worn out and drained, and you were sure he did too. 

You peeled the wet clothing off of you, every bit, before sticking your head out the door and handing him the clothes.  

“Don’t worry about food, okay? You should get dry too.”  

He wrinkled his forehead. 

“You sure?” 

You bit your lip and nodded. 

“I’m sure. Plus, we have your snacks.”

“Ah, good thinking,” he shot his finger guns at you. “I’ll be there in a minute, then. Hand me a towel and I’ll get undressed out here.”

You shyly handed him a towel, now very aware that you and Seokjin would be in the same tent—naked. The thought thrilled you as much as it scared you. 

It didn’t take long to burrow yourself into his freshly made bed roll, sliding into the neat layers. Seokjin was nearly military in his routine and order.  Everything was always tucked, pressed, and laid down perfectly. 

Your body wracked with shivers and chills—the blankets and sleeping bag were cold from the ambient air outside. You folded yourself together in a fetal position to maintain some warmth. It felt good to lie down on the soft bed mat, but the blankets were doing nothing to provide warmth. 

The sound of the zipper opening the front door flap of the tent made you shake harder. You could feel the wind blow through the opening now. The sound of the storm was loud, and you were grateful for the heavy tarp covering Seokjin’s tent. It provided some respite from the wind and kept all water off the tent. At least Seokjin had been smart in his setup. You ignored the man’s suggestions to set up better, and you were fully regretting it now.

Seokjin had the towel wrapped around his waist and stepped about the tent easily. He dabbed at his upper body with a smaller towel from his suitcase and rubbed his hair dry. The normally perfectly coiffed head was now static-y and sticking up wildly. It would have made you laugh if you weren’t so cold. 

Seokjin moved around you and slid into the blankets, leaving a large space between you, before he threw the towel around his waist onto the floor. He was naked now; you noted internally. You both were. A shiver ran down your spine, unrelated to the relentless chill.

It was silent. All you could hear was the beating of the rain on the tarp and your teeth chattering as you shivered. 

Seokjin stole a look at you, finally, and noticed your position, holding yourself to build warmth. 

“Shit, are you okay?” He asked. 

“I’m j-j-just col-l-ld,” you whispered. “And t-t-tired.”

Seokjin didn’t reply, but you heard the scratching sound of a moving sleeping bag and rustling of blankets and suddenly felt a very warm, very naked body pressed against you. It was blissful, and you moaned out loud at the feel of him spooning you. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. You didn’t know what for, and couldn’t bring yourself to reply. 

You burrowed yourself down into his warmth and felt his arms wrap around you, securing you against him. He radiated heat. He felt like heaven. Your eyes closed—he had you feeling like you had stepped into a delicious sauna.

Seokjin’s muscular arms hadn’t moved an inch since they wrapped around you, but now his hands slowly rubbed at your torso, warming you everywhere his hand dragged. It felt electrifying and your body relaxed easily under his delicate fingertips. 

It started out innocent, rubbing along your stomach and side to warm you further. But his hand began straying north, reaching the crest of your breasts. Your breath hitched as he rubbed over the cold swells. Your nipples were hard from the chill and pebbled even further with the touch of his hands. It made a gasp stick in your throat.

His lips touched your neck, lightly. They were warm too. It seemed his entire body was twenty degrees warmer than your own, and every touch felt like a raging flame. His hands continued rubbing along your breasts as he laved and sucked.

 at the column of your throat.  

As instantly as it began, Seokjin stopped. His hands hovered above your breasts. 

He pressed kisses to your neck and face. “We should sleep, babe,” he sighed.  

You wanted to protest, to push him further, to take care of what he started, but you couldn’t find the energy. Seokjin’s warmth matched with the comfort of his bedroll, and the soothing rise and fall of his breath was lulling you into sleep. Even though it was still early evening, the hike and the run back to safety took it all out of you.  

Seokjin’s arms felt like safety. He secured them around you, slipping just underneath your breasts where his thumb could trace alongside the bottom as you easily succumbed to sleep.

It was still dark when you woke.  

The rain was still coming down, light this time. It sounded relaxing, soothing. Seokjin was still spooning you, sleeping soundly behind you. You twisted in his grasp to gaze at him. 

His hair was dry now, sticking out randomly about his pillow. You were sure if he saw it he’d panic, normally so precise with his looks. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep, none of his chaotic energy and dramatic charisma. 

You loved every facet of Seokjin. You loved the flamboyance, the sensitivity, the deep compassion for his friends.  

You turned around, as gently and quietly as you could, and pressed a hand to his cheek—rubbing at the warm and soft flesh. He sighed softly in his sleep, moving against his pillow. An eye cracked open, and he stared at you. 

“Why are you awake?” He whispered, his voice gentle. “It’s still dark.” 

He was confused, and the look that graced his features was adorable. You wanted to photograph it and frame it, make it the lock screen of your phone. 

You shook your head. 

“Don’t know.”

Seokjin’s hand rubbed at your shoulder, then up to your face. He tucked your hair behind your ear and smiled at you. 

“You look so cute in the moonlight.”

You closed your eyes, letting his compliment wash over you. You couldn’t find the words to reply. You let him continue caressing your cheek, feeling as if you were living a fantasy where Seokjin touched you like a lover. 

You were so close to him, chest pressing against his own. Something about the quiet storm, the dark tent, had you disregarding any embarrassment you should have felt pressing your naked tits to the man's chest, but the spell of the forest had you pressing closer. Your lips were inches apart, and you could feel his breath on your lips. 

The feel of Seokjin’s lips pressing against yours was light, but felt as if all the fireworks in the world exploded behind your eyes and within your belly. It started sweet, gentle. You kissed him like you always wanted to, full of unrequited love and unwavering desire. Your arms slithered around his neck, pulling him even closer against you.  

The kiss turned deeper, mouths opening to allow the passage of tongues. He sought into your mouth, caressing yours with his own, pouring what felt like his very spirit into you. His hand left your back and slid up your sides to press against your breast. 

“Seokjin,” you murmured, feeling your brain swirl headily. “Feels good.”

He didn’t reply, only kept kissing at your neck and pinching gently at your hardened nipples. It made you cry out, gaping at the slight pain.

“If you want me to stop, tell me.” 

His words were gentle. His hands stilled, stopping all ministrations against you.

Your breath was hard and shaky, matching the erratic beat of your heart in your ribcage. Your unrequited crush of years was now roaming your body, touching you as a lover rather than a friend.

“Please, don’t stop.”

He was on you again, now bloodthirsty for any part of your skin to touch. He tugged at your nipples, suckled up your neck to kiss and lick at the shell of your ears.  You pressed against him, gasping at the feel of his now stiff cock. He circled his hips, relishing in the feel of you against him. You wondered how he would feel inside you. He was thick and long—it would be a stretch, and a most delicious and welcome one.

He pressed you back against the pillow, hovering over your body as he kissed down your neck and sucked at the pressure points there. A pleasured sigh passed through your open lips, reveling in the feel of him on your skin. It was something you dreamed about often. It felt unreal to finally have it. 

You were on display for him, and his eyes raked over you as if you were a Dalí in the Louvre. His hands slid up to cup your breasts, and you tilted your head back to moan. You didn’t care at all about how you looked, how this might be awkward in the next few hours. You cared only about feeling Seokjin within you, getting him off, succumbing to your own pleasure wrought by his hands and his cock.

“Fuck, babe,” he sighed. “Wanted this for a while.”

“Me too,” you gasped as he slid a finger down to your core, circling faintly over your slick folds.

“Have you?”

“Seokjin, I’ve been in love with you since high school.”

Seokjin closed his eyes and smiled, breathing through his nose in contentment.

“You weren’t just saying that when you were drunk then.”

You shook your head, and Seokjin opened his eyes to peer at you.

“No, Seokjin,” you whispered needily, his finger still so torturously close to your clit. “I meant it.”

He leaned down with a smile and planted gentle kisses on your cheeks, adoring and gentle.  

“I’ve been in love with you too. I thought you were just drunk. I never acted on it because I didn’t want to get my heart broken.”

He pulled up and allowed his free hand to cup your cheek.

“I’m going to fuck you now, okay?” He asked. “Like, really fucking hard. You good with that?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. A deep, hearty chuckle passed between both of you, enamored with each other and the situation of being naked and intertwined together, the warmth of your matched confessions surrounding you.  

“Fuck me, please,” you begged.

And Seokjin would be loath to deny you.

His teasing finger finally slid into your core, fucking into you with ease from your slick walls.  You gasped at the welcome intrusion, eyes fluttering closed as he began a slight pace and watched the way you fell apart.

“So pretty,” he whispered. “So fucking pretty.”

He slipped another finger in, scissoring them open as he worked at you.  Your legs trembled, and it made the older man smirk.  

“Look at you,” he praised. “So easily turned into a *gushing* puddle for me.”

You nodded pathetically, back arching as he added yet another finger and pressed at the spot inside you that had your mind spinning and thoughts erasing.

“Oh—God, Jin!”

As much as Jin wanted to see you get off around his fingers, he was desperate for more. You were finally all his—something he’s wanted since he could remember. All he’s wanted was for you to be his.

He pulled his fingers from inside you and smiled as they came out slicked up with your own essence.  He ensured you made eye contact with him, then popped them into his mouth one-by-one, to suck them clean.

It made your mouth nearly fall to the floor as you watched him suck his fingers clean of you. Your body trembled with a need you hadn’t felt before. It was stronger than anything you’d felt before. It was unadulterated desire for Seokjin.

“Mm,” he sighed happily as he pulled the final digit from his mouth. “Delicious, as I thought.”

“Oh, my god,” you gaped. “Jin…,”

The man merely shook his head and smiled, crowding you down and hovering over your lips.

“You’re mine now, you got that?” 

His eyes tracked yours, watching your every movement. It took you a moment to swallow your nerves, to regain any ounce of confidence.

“I’ve always been yours, Seokjin.”

He held you down, watching you with a gleam of wonder in his eye, before surging forward and planting his lips onto yours. His tongue dove in instantly, seeking solace in the warmth of your mouth. Allowing him passage was easy, almost natural. Jin’s tongue swirled around your own as your arms slithered around his neck to bring him closer. Kissing Jin felt like everything you’d imagine it would be, and yet like nothing you could have even dreamed.

Jin didn’t just kiss you—he consumed you. He lapped his tongue into your mouth like he couldn’t get close enough to you. His chest pressed against your body and he groaned into your mouth at the feeling of your perky breasts pushing into his own broad chest.

“Baby,” he whispered as he pulled away. 

It sounded like a dream—the pet name fell from Jin’s lips so easily, as if it were always meant to be spoken to you.

“You’ve always been the one I wanted,” he breathed as he pressed his lips down your neck. “Always the girl I wanted and could never have.”

“Jin,” you gasped as your fingers carded through his hair. “Jin, you’ve always had me.”

He lifted his head and peered deep into your eyes again, so deep it felt like he was glimpsing into your soul.

“I only want you. No one else.”

It knocked you breathless, and it took a moment for you to refill your lungs before nodding.  

“I’m all yours.”

There was acknowledgement in both your admissions. An understanding that there was no more separation of you, and of Jin. That after tonight, it would be a partnership, and the beginnings of something more, something you’ve only dreamt of with the older man.

“Mine,” he whispered, before pressing his lips back to yours.

The kiss was sweet, nearly cloyingly sweet, as his hands cupped your face. He kissed you with every intention, every desperate plea he’s held in his heart for you.

Jin’s length pressed against you—his hips rutting minutely as he kissed you.

“Jin,” you gasped as you pulled away from his lip locked embrace. “Please, I need you.”

Jin’s charming smile spread across his lips, blooming your heart along with it.

“As you wish,” he whispered as he pressed in for another soft kiss..

Instantly, Jin flipped around and switched positions, guiding you to sit atop his hips while he settled down into the mess of blankets and pillows.

“What?” He asked as he noticed your confusion at the sudden mood change, a smirk rising on his puffy lips. “You think I’m gonna let you lay back and make me do all the work?”

There he was, your Seokjin. Never able to keep a comment to himself, regardless of the situation—always working to make you laugh. It made your heart sing.

His hands slid to grip at your hips while you lifted yourself up to hover over his hardened length, lining up the tip to just graze the wetness there.

“You see what you do to me?” You asked with a coy smile. “You see how badly I want you?”

Jin bit his lip, mesmerized by the way your cunt slicked up the head of his cock, desperate to spear into you but holding back.

“Fuck—,” he breathed. “P-Prove it.”

A smirk crossed your features before you took the plunge and allowed his length to slip inside you as you sank to his hips.  The intrusion was welcome, and you gaped at the sensation of him plunging deep.

“Oh, my God!” Jin gasped as you had taken him to the hilt.  His eyes bulged for a moment before they closed in bliss.  “You feel so fucking good.”

You didn’t need to speak. The feeling of Jin’s thick length inside of you was more than enough agreement.  He felt so thick, so long, prodding at the spot inside you that had you weak and stretching you wide to make you gasp at the sizzle of pain.  After a moment of adjusting to his size, you let your hands fall to his chest as you began to slowly rise and fall and set a pace on his cock.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he whined—eyes wide open and watching you bounce on him. “Shit, this is where you belong.”

You eagerly pinched at your nipples as your pace quickened, nodding at Jin’s encouraging words. Your mouth felt dry, and you felt unable to even vocalize your pleasure beyond your loud sighs and moans.

“Jin,” you breathed.

He nodded, assisting your pace by gripping your hips.  He tugged you down, face to face, to rest on his chest while your hips kept their quick speed of enveloping his cock in your tight heat.  He let a hand cup the side of your face, the other moving to grip your ass.

“You’re all fucking mine,” he grunted as he thrusted his cock up into you, matching the rhythm of your rise and fall. “Gonna make you feel so fucking good every day, baby.”

You nodded quickly, heartbeat rising as you quickened each pound.  Jin’s lips pressed to yours again, this time messier, hotter.  He licked into your mouth, desperate for any more of you he could consume.

“Fuck, you drive me fucking crazy,” he said, cock still thrusting deep inside you. “Let me fuck you from behind?”

You didn’t bother replying, simply removing yourself from his body and assuming the position on your hands and knees.  Jin scrambled to line up behind you, hand pumping his slick cock as he marveled at the sight of you presented for him.

“Take me, please,” you whispered, turning your head to peer at him with a desperate smile. “Fuck me until I can’t see straight.”

Jin hissed an expletive, before lining himself up in your sodden folds and plunging in without a second thought.  Your eyes widened at the new angle, gasping as you felt it hit different areas inside of you that had you squeaking with each hard thrust of his cock.

Jin’s hands gripped your ass, your hips, anywhere he could leave his brutal fingerprints.

“God, you take my cock like a fucking queen,” he gasped as the sound of skin slapping echoed around the tent. “Look at your pussy, so fucking wet for me.”

He marveled at the way his cock plunged deep inside you, then came out covered in your creamy slick.

“You gonna cum for me, baby? You gonna let me claim this pussy with my cum?”

The pleasure was overwhelming—it felt like every nerve ending was lit on fire, and you were a burning fuse about to detonate into a thousand brilliant explosions.  Each thrust of Jin’s thickness had you crying for more, moans echoing off the trees outside.  You were suddenly thankful you were in the middle of nowhere, allowing you to be loud and needy.

Jin reveled in your desperate sighs and the way your body pushed back against his to match his pace.  He knew his end was coming, knew it was going to be short-lived from the start. He’s wanted your body for as long as he could remember, and wanted you in his life as his lover, his girlfriend, more than just what he had been relegated to for so long.  

“Mm, baby, you look so good on your knees for me, fuck,” he gasped as his speed increased. “I can’t wait to make you cum on my cock every fucking day, love. This is my pussy now.”

Jin’s possession of your body made you see stars, vision blurring as your cunt tightened its grip around his cock.  Jin gasped at the grip and his hips stuttered.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned. “I feel you, baby, fuck. Cum for me, angel. Let me feel this tiny little cunt milk me.”

The coil inside you was tightening, pulling tight and making you gasp and scream at the oncoming rush.  Jin’s pounding was relentless, making your entire body shake with the anticipation.  

Your hand dipped to circle at your clit, the ultimate piece to your end. 

The coil snapped, and your cunt pulsated wildly around his cock, vice-grip tight.  It felt as if you had been catapulted off into space, vision blurring and all sound indiscernible from the blood rushing in your ears.

Jin’s climax quickly overtook him at the feeling of your delicious heat gripping at his cock.  With just a few strokes inside you, his cock pulsed hot stripes of cum within you and painted your channel.  Something primal in Seokjin loved that he was within you now, a piece of him deposited inside. 

He allowed a few moments to pass to catch his breath, before slowly easing his spent cock from your dripping walls.  He groaned as he watched a bit of his seed drip out, and he was careful to collect it on his fingers.

“Come here,” he whispered as he pressed his chest to your back and lifted you upright, sitting on your knees.  He presented his fingers to your lips, dripping with your combined slick, and wrapped his free arm around your stomach.

Obediently, you opened your mouth and allowed the man to swirl his cum-coated digits in your mouth. It made your stomach erupt in butterflies, the taste of you and the man you’ve only dreamt about for years now on your tongue.

A crack of thunder shook you from your silent reverie, and Jin removed his fingers from his mouth before wrapping both arms around you and tugging you down to lie face to face on the mused sleeping bags.

“Now, aren’t you glad we did this?” He asked with a chuckle and a kiss to your nose.

You wrinkled your brow and smiled coyly.

“I would have enjoyed it more if you hadn’t gotten us lost.”

Jin pouted and huffed.

“I didn’t get us lost,” he sniffed with indignation. “The map was wrong.”

[sunjaesol]

juke | human au | title: fearless // taylor swift

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As they were walking up the front lawn of her childhood home, nerves wrecked her body. Even her hand, snug in Luke's, felt clammy and sweaty and suffocating. God, this was such a mistake — going home, not him. He didn't even realise what he had gotten himself into by falling for the youngest darling of the matriarch.

Or rather, she shouldn't have fallen head over heels for the swoon-worthy Luke Patterson, but she never really stood a chance.

But everything had happened so fast! One second banter easily flowed between them, warm and easy flirtatiousness without consequences, the next she was at IKEA helping him pick out a bookshelf while he somehow knew whenever she needed pizza and a good cuddle. They were very much in a committed relationship, something the Molina women very much frowned upon.

It wasn't as if they were all deeply scared of love and relationships, but the Molina family was a matriarchy. All women raised families on their own, no man to help. Divorced, cheated on, died, a donor, infertile and therefore adopting children — men were of zero priority.

So, coming home with her boyfriend whom she deeply loved? Definitely a risk. She was surprised he was still standing, that she hadn't scared him enough yet.

Spinning on her heels in front of the door, she shot him an anxious smile. "Are you... sure you wanna do this? We're, like, really intense."

Luke smiled, tender. "Do I wanna meet the family of my girlfriend? 'Course I do." When her expression didn't change, he added, "Jules, just 'cause they all did the 'no guy' thing, doesn't mean you have to follow that, right? And I'm not scared."

Oh, God. His courage was as admirable as it was stupid.

She chuckled, antsy. "You haven't met my mom though."

His smile widened as he dipped down to kiss her, gently, hands caressing her cheeks. For a moment, stress fled her system.

But then the door flew open.

"There you are!" Mom exclaimed, a glass of red wine in one hand and music booming over her shoulder. "And is this the boy toy?"

"Mom!" Julie grumbled, embarrassed to be caught kissing (God, she's twenty-three!) as well as putting Luke in a bad position.

First impression of him: seeing him kiss her beloved daughter on the doorstep. Great.

"Hi," Luke said, dazzling her with a smile while he stuck his hand out. "I'm Luke. And I'm, uh, older? So..."

"Meh," Rose trailed, lamely shaking his hand. "Still a boy toy. Anyway, come in! Food's warm!"

Following her mom inside, Luke shot her a strange look, like it was only registering now all her tall tales were, well, true. Shrugging with a sheepish grin, she placed their shoes and jackets in the wall closet and then made the agonising trek to the loud, jumbled chatter.

As expected, all the California-based Molina women were present. Which meant ten, including her, all staring at Luke like he was a weird specimen. Her hand squeezed his beneath the table in support, and he was finally squeezing back just as tightly.

Was it bad she felt some sick pleasure he understood how fucked he was? Probably. It seemed warranted.

When everyone had their plates filled, the interrogation began.

"So, Luke, how old are you?" Victoria asked.

"Twenty-five."

"Going around town with a twenty-three year old?" She sniffed. "Interesting..."

"Do you have any siblings?" Donna inquiried.

A wry grin ticked up his lips, sensing the irony of the situation. "I, uh, I'm an only child, actually. Mostly raised by my dad, 'cause my mom worked long hours."

Shoving a fork of meatloaf in her mouth, Julie withheld a guttural wince at his words. Luke Patterson was the poster child of everything the Molina's didn't like and she brought him in their cave.

"What do you do for a living?" Abuela croaked, peering intensely.

His smile didn't falter, but instead widened. "I'm in a band, but I also bartend a couple of nights a week."

"A band, huh?" Mom leaned forward, intrigued. "Has Julie told you I used to be in a band?"

"How can I not, mom?" Rolling her eyes, Julie added, "You'd tell him anyway..."

"I was in The Petal Pushers, the best protest punk-rock feminist group of the 90s." Her fist punched in the air as she spoke and Julie could imagine the fingerless leather gloves and purple streaks as she did. "What kinda... band do you have?"

Her endearing Luke didn't read the warning signs humble himself, so he enthusiastically perched himself at the end of his chair as he said, "Punk-rock too, actually! Yeah, we're really killing it right now at all the clubs."

She smirked. "I'm sure you do."

"What are your plans with Julie?" Elena asked, one of her cousins.

Both her and Luke froze at that. Shit. That... was not something they've discussed. A relationship of seven months was still pretty fresh, not ready for a confrontational talk about futures and plans.

He scraped his throat, briefly let his gaze flicker to her, and then uttered, "I'm, uh, a one day at a time kinda guy."

Julie cringed, not hiding it this time. To her, it was an alright, albeit lame answer. But to her family? Horrible. So, so horrible. Gah, she had to put an end to this!

Abuela scoffed, nearly choking on her hard seltzer. "One day? At a time? What is this, the 70s? My little girl deserves more than carpe diem!"

Mimi hissed. "Wrong, wrong answer, boy toy."

The questions kept shooting at lightning speed, each one more outrageous than the other, while Julie's grip on her fork tightened and tightened in anger.

"How many times a week do you shower?"

"What's your least favourite colour?"

"Do you pick up women? Is that how you make extra money?"

"What's your view on children?"

"Can you handle spice?"

"How did you even find our darling, huh? Did you lure her into that bar of yours?"

"Is Luke short for Lukas, or Lucrative?"

"Alright, enough!" Julie screamed, standing up with a stomp of the foot.

A hush crossed the table, aghast and surprised, her mother perpetually amused as always (too many in drugs in the 90s, she presumed) while Abuela feigned to be sleeping. 'Resting her eyes' would likely be the excuse.

"This is insane! Stop acting like this and start treating Luke with a little respect!"

From the corner of her eye, she vaguely noted he was staring at her, gobsmacked. He did well, given the circumstances, but she couldn't just idly sit there and let him take all this shit.

Mom puffed, leaning back in her chair. "We haven't been disrespectful, Julie."

"You have, mom! Can't I just have a boyfriend without—"

"We've invited him," she interrupted. "That's enough of a courtesy."

And before Julie could fire back, furious beyond belief, Rose added, "You know how the Molina cookie crumbles, honey. No men stay. Not for long, anyway."

That smug response made her explode. "Mom! Can you just for once—?!"

"I love her though," Luke quipped, shy.

The fight halted instantly, all ten women gawking at him like he just spoke a new language.

And he did, to Julie at least. Luke loved her? Even after all of this? She obviously knew he wasn't impartial to her, those seven months equalling tenderness and partnership like nothing she's ever experienced before, but... love? He was in love with her?

How could she abide by the 'Molina Women Rule!' rules when he confessed that, no hesitation or stutter heard?

And so, Julie's heart melted. "You love me?"

"Of course, I do," he whispered. "Why else would I be here?"

Elena nodded, sympathetic. "Good point."

Unable to stop her smile from becoming a dazzling, lovesick beam, she repeated his words with as much conviction as she could muster. "I love you too, Luke."

Abuela shot up from her sleep with a cough and a snicker. "Yeah, right."

Mom waved her glass around, congratulating them. For the first time tonight, her tone held kindness instead of poorly veiled contempt. "That's very sweet, Luke. Tell me in seven more months how you're feeling then."

Though Julie couldn't expect her to suddenly change her ways. Damn.

Mimi scowled. "We're letting 'I'm a one day at a time kinda guy' slide?"

Disgruntled chatter rose again, and that was her cue to go. Tapping Luke's shoulder, she mouthed home — something she hadn't done before and wasn't sure which apartment she meant either, but it left flutters in her chest regardless — and he nodded in understanding.

Oh, God. He loved her. That still hadn't set in.

"And if you'll excuse us, me and Luke are going," Julie continued. "Thanks for dinner, mom."

The woman laughed, baring all her teeth. She clearly had a fun time. "See you at Victoria's birthday, mi amor. And Luke? Who knows!"

He forced a chuckle at her remark. Awkwardly bouncing on his heels, he waved at all the ladies. "It was really cool to meet you all. Now– now I know why Julie's so incredible. So... thanks." A true smile appeared. "This was great."

No one said anything after that. Abuela gurgled her drink and her cousins prodded at their leftovers, mom peering at her like she was trying to find something. Sometimes, Julie and Rose were so alike, and other times, they were complete strangers. She liked that. It kept dinners like these exciting, she supposed. Mom seemed to think the same.

They bid goodbye one last time with a kiss on the cheek, and then they hurried out the door. A giggling breath left as the cool wind hit her skin. Luke was buzzing with adrenaline, unable to keep his limbs still.

Clambering in her car, the comforting quietude wrapped around them as the doors slammed shut. A beat passed. No one spoke.

"What the fuck," he whispered, horrified. "What the fuck. What the fuck did just happen? What the fuck—"

Julie squealed. "You love me!"

"That's what you got from that?!"

"Of course!" Her arms curled around him, teasing. "You love me!"

"That shouldn't be the most surprising thing tonight, Jules," he grumbled, though a playful shimmer sparked within his beautiful eyes. "I thought I was, y'know, obvious."

She shrugged, bashful. "It's always nice to hear, no?"

"Oh, man," he sighed, eyes flickering across her face as though he couldn't decide what to focus on, as though she was indescribably stunning. Her heart swelled tenfold at the thought. "I love you, Julie. So fucking much. Even with your crazy family."

Laughing, she reached forward and kissed his lips, fingers pressing in his neck and their silly grins preventing them from deepening the warm touch.

"Let's go," he mumbled, noses nudging, eyes hooded and pouring with the love she somehow hadn't noticed before. "Before they're ready for round two."

But before he could move away, she kissed him again, better this time, and cherished his sigh when they slowly seperated.

"I love you too," she whispered. "Like, a lot."

He grinned, breathless. "Good to know."

Victoria's birthday was four months later, and Luke attended as well. And also for Mimi and Elena and mom and Abuela and Donna and every other Molina member. And when Julie got surprised with a 24th birthday party, she figured out Luke and mom combined their powers to host it.

Molina women were independant and lived life by their own rules... which included Julie.

Loving Luke Patterson unconditionally probably made her the most unique Molina of all.

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@bluefirewrites @blush-and-books @ourstarscollided @thedeathdeelers @pink-flame @constantly-singing @willexx @unsaid-emily

[vminity21]

Recompense | myg

Pairing: student!yoongi x student!reader, college!au f2l

Word Count: 2,925

Genre: angst, fluff

Warning(s): language, mention of death of a relative; Rated: pg 13

Summary: Underneath the tough exterior is truly grief, yet Yoongi is unable to execute it well until he discovers that you relate to him more than he realized. Sometimes learning that you are not alone is the best form of healing.

Credits to: @suhdays​ for making such a beautiful cover!! And thank you @cyberkryptonitecupcake​ for making the request! I really hope you like it!

Rain clouds encompass campus as easily as entering the end of a thread into a needle. At least, that’s the analogy you groggily come up with and you are sticking with it. Compiling your textbooks into your backpack, you trace your steps in finding your dorm key and with a brief look in the mirror, you inhale and exhale slowly. You can do this today. You are smart. You have great hair. You will not annoy Yoongi for the millionth time in two days.  It has taken a lot over the years to give yourself positive affirmations to start your day as your mother always taught you to do so, but when she had passed, you went a very long time without encouraging yourself at all.

But that’s the secret you keep. With no social media for anyone to discreetly look at of you, you bury the heartbreak as best as you can because overall you know that your mother is proud of you. She would want you to stay positive; she would want you to smile not only for you but for the sake of others. Stepping onto the sidewalk, you put in your airpods with an upbeat tune as you saunter to class. You were partnered for a project with Min Yoongi, and one thing you have learned is that he is not your biggest fan for reasons you are uncertain. Maybe it has to do with how much you antagonize him with your charms? Maybe it has to do with the irresistible way you cut letters out of construction paper. Who even knows? But…. He does have a cute bu-

The brief collide of a large shoulder astonishes you as you jolt to remove an airpod, “Hobi, are you insane?” You stifle a large smile as he scrunches his nose at you.

“Saw the perfect opportunity and I took it.”

“Well, good for you. How are you and Monnie holding up? This project is intense.”

“Firstly, I better confess before she calls me out. She’s done all the work. Secondly, is it the project? Or the partner?”

Flashing your best friend with a warning look, you keep the subject away from Yoongi. “Of course, your girlfriend has done all the work! What is the point of a boyfriend if he is completely useless!”

“Excuse me, Heathen. I’ve come up with some of the facts that we have to present so I have put in a smidge of my time.” He shakes his head, ruffling his strands from his laughing eyes.

“You better be glad she loves you. I’d washi tape your eyes closed. And then superglue wiggle eyes in your hair.”

“I’d also give him a mullet and replace his eyebrows with pipe cleaners. Hello guys,” Monnie joins from the library as all of you continue to class.

“And what makes you think I wouldn’t fight back?” Hoseok muses while laying a steady hand upon his beloved tendrils in preparation to protect.

“I have my ways, peasant.”

Feigning to be nervous, Hoseok’s gaze flickers between you and Monnie. “I don’t know what kind of vile thoughts are festering within your skulls, but I do not want any part of it. But, to return your question because I have human decency unlike you stale croutons, how is the project going with Yoongry?”

“Hobi, how many times do I have to tell you that he’s not angry, he’s just… I don’t know difficult.”

“Seems angry to me, ow!” Hoseok rubs his side from where Monnie jabbed him with her elbow upon entering the classroom.

“Sh! He’s right over there,” Monnie whispers in warning. Yoongi is leaned in his chair with arms crossed, his intimidating gaze observes the room while his tousled, black hair reveals his forehead. As much as you hate to admit this, you are very attracted to him- especially when his eyes move to find you. Shit! Smiling in his direction as happily as you can muster, he briefly rolls his eyes in response before returning his gaze to the front where you happen to make a quick trip to the professor.

“Um, Professor Namjoon, how are you doing?”

“Ah! My straight A student, I am wonderful, how are you?”

“I am doing great, Professor, just wanted to let you know that I read over the articles you suggested for the project! Super helpful!” You gleam.

Yoongi eyes you as you continue your conversation with Professor Namjoon. One thing he has picked up on is how much you like to people please which is something he has never fully understood about the human population in general. Nobody should have to go out of their way just to make someone happy if they do not want to, but then again, it’s hard for him to express his emotions especially after his mother passed away before the semester even started.

“Good morning!” Your chirpy voice resonates with the intention of making Yoongi smile, but instead he murmurs his greetings in response.

“You studied over Furosemide last night, haven’t you? That’s one of the major heart medications used in the veterinary field.”

“I sure did. You studied up on pimobendan as well, correct?” The project is based on medications for congestive heart failure and the importance of why they are needed along with the explanation of what happens within the heart when it is functioning abnormally. ‘Lucky, I got stuck doing a project on the prostate,’ Hoseok’s whine echoes in the forefront of your brain.

After a few seconds, you can���t seem to refrain from taking Yoongi’s presence in. He really grew up to be so handsome. The thin curve of his chin, his button nose, his soft, umber eyes and the way he gels his hair in place, even the scent of him is alluring.

“Staring at me isn’t going to get the job done,” he mumbles, slipping the rolled poster behind him to unravel upon the desk.

“Looking at you?” You jump, frantically moving to gather the materials needed to decorate the project. “I’d rather look at a pin cushion.”

“It probably would appreciate it if you didn’t stare at it either.”

Squinting your eyes at him, your mouth open and shuts multiple times without a subtle comeback. “What is with you? You know I’m not going to cower until you smile, right?”

Shoulders tensing, Yoongi peers at you, “Can you take anything seriously for at least one second?”

“If taking this project would help boost my immune system, sure, why not.”

“You’re impossible.”

“And you need a dose of sunshine. Hoseok has a contagious smile, why don’t I introduce?”

You are unaware of the grip you have on the chair beside you, trying everything you can to maintain your happy façade no matter how much you are tempted to let it crumble. How was your mom so good at handling people like this? There has to be something deeper tormenting him to resonate so much hatred to whatever it is he is clinging to.

“I would prefer to be introduced to a tree. Now if you’ll so kindly hand me the stencil sheet, I will begin formulating words to define the jobs of the atriums versus the ventricles before tracing the letters.”

“I’ll leave you to it then. In the meantime, I’m going to grab a coffee, I’ll be right back.” Shuffling to retrieve your wallet, you are sure Professor Namjoon wouldn’t notice the few minutes that you would be gone and for what it’s worth, you need a moment to relax. What happened to make him so cold? Unbeknownst to you, a picture of your mother swoops to the ground to land at the tip of Yoongi’s shoe. Eyebrows scrunching, he bends to pick up the picture to see a woman whose smile matches yours, but not only that, there is a familiarity about her as if he has seen her before.

“Miss Jeon?” Memories swarm his mind of his childhood where an exuberant joy was in the air mingled with the smell of chocolate chip cookies. A little girl chased him around the backyard while giggles reverberated throughout the atmosphere. Miss Jeon would call out for you guys when the treats were ready and would always make sure Yoongi had everything he needed when he would come to visit. But that little girl who was his best friend as a child happened to be none other than you. How had he not recognized you? Another memory resurfaces, one of his own mother sharing laughter with yours. They had been friends, too.

From what is written on the back of the portrait, it is revealed that your mother is no longer on earth right beside you the same as his mother left this world so soon. Tears gather in his eyes as the shame overwhelms his chest in all entirety. Who was he to judge you based on your happiness? If you could lose someone who obviously meant the world to you and can still maintain your kindness, then why can’t he?

Bustling of the other students is loud enough to not focus in on the man whose world has seemed to halt. Swallowing roughly, he tries steadying the picture with his quivering hands as a tear drips off his cheek. His mother would be disappointed in how he coped with his anger and today was the day he would need to make a change. And he will. When you return, the Styrofoam cup warm in your palm, you set it onto the table, “Alright, now that I’ve retreated for a few minutes, I would hope your top tier attitude has-”

Quieting immediately, you take in a trail of tears resting on Yoongi’s face. Eyebrows furrowing, you are so surprised that words do not exist in this very moment. Why is he crying? Did you say something wrong?

“I’m sorry,” he whispers through the trembling of his chin, “I’m so sorry.”

“Yoongi, what’s?” Eyes trailing to his hands, you gasp at the realization that he is holding the picture of your mother that you carry with you everywhere you go. Before you can even verbalize anything, Yoongi hands you the picture without a word and exits the classroom while you stand there in silence.

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Days pass and you haven’t seen nor have heard from Yoongi. Running your hands over your face, you’re leaned over your desk with nothing but the days events cycling heavily on your brain. Any form of homework has not been touched, and Professor Namjoon seemed to fully understand the circumstances of why you needed to leave class early. Collecting the materials as well as the posterboard, Hoseok and Monnie had helped you carry everything back to your dorm and offered to stay with you for the evening, but you declined. LenLen, your roommate happens to be with her boyfriend, Jimin which saves time for you to cry.

You miss your mother more than anything in this world, and she is the first person you would have called if she had been alive. How did you miss the picture falling out of your backpack when you grabbed your wallet? Deep down you always knew who Min Yoongi was, he was your ‘soulmate’ when the pair of you were children. Your mothers would always joke about a future of grandchildren with the absolute assurance that you and Yoongi were destined to be husband and wife. Unfortunately, you and your mother had to relocate for her job opportunity and you never saw Yoongi again until you recognized him the beginning of this semester.

It is funny how life works sometimes, as if an invisible string tied him to you in all aspects of life. Alas, he did not remember you, hence why you had been so lenient with his annoyance directed at you. You wanted to believe that he would wake up, and because he was so stand offish, you couldn’t find the bravery to confront him nor confess that he was your friend at one point in life. Instead, you bottled it up. When you called your brother to give an update a few days ago, he relayed the news regarding Yoongi’s mother which all made sense as to why Yoongi was so distant; your heart shattered for him as tears pooled. How could you possibly ever bring up a subject as devastating as that? But you wanted Yoongi to know that he is not alone. You are mourning as he is. If only he would realize who you are-

A soft knock on the door jolts you from your palms while sparks dance along your vision before clearing up. Confused due to not expecting anyone, you carefully step to the door, cracking it open to realize that Yoongi of all humans is standing with a bouquet of roses in his grip. “Yoongi?” You take in a sharp breath, “How did you find my dorm? I don’t remember-”

“I met Hoseok,” he says softly, “You were right, his smile is… definitely contagious but rather mischievous for lack of a better term. He told me where to go.”

Giggling, not only at his accurate description of Jung Hoseok, but also out of uncertainty because you have no idea how to truly react. Is it odd that you are very happy that Yoongi is here? Gaze flitting to the roses, you are in awe of how beautiful they are against the dark shade of his trench coat. “They’re beautiful.” You say, “How did you know I loved roses?”

A gentle smirk graces his lips, the closest to a smile you have ever seen, and you have never felt your heart pitter patter the way it just did. “I remember always seeing them in a vase when my mother and I would visit.” His fingers stir along the plastic cover around the stems, “Really, I am so sorry. You did not deserve to be treated that way. I was wrong to take my frustrations out on you. Not that this is an excuse but, my mother-”

Reaching your fingers to lightly press to the back of his hand, he stops as his eyes widen. “Why don’t you come in?” You whisper, and straight way he enters, following you to a sofa set off to the side. “My brother told me about your mother. Yoongi, I am so sorry about that. She was the sweetest woman. My mom always missed her after we moved.”

“And mine always missed your mother,” you take the roses and swiftly prepare a vase of water to settle them in, decorating the kitchen counter with the beauty of the red petals. “I think… I think I just blocked out that time in my life because I hated that you weren’t there with me anymore.”

Your heart skips a beat. Did Yoongi eventually remember everything after all? “I was heartbroken, too.” Turning to lean your back against the counter, you cross your arms to try to bring some comfort to the anxious feeling beneath your chest. The pain of the losses will never go away, but the man across the room will end up being the bloom of happiness that you will need, and you will be his solace- the one person who will remind him that he is not alone. He has you. “I don’t want to hear another apology, okay?”

His mouth falls open, “But-”

“Nay, you shan’t.”

“Really though, how will I ever repay you for my actions? I should have never forgotten about you.”

Arms still crossed, you gradually near him as he stands to his feet, your eyes connect with his, “All I want you to know is that you are not alone. Sure, you may not have known who I was majority of the semester, but at least you know now.” When his gaze, filled with guilt, strays, you move your head to regain his focus. “Yoongi, really, you remember me now. So, lets try to live life the way our mothers would want us to.” Your voice breaks, knowing how proud they must be of the pair of you reconciling and reuniting after years of being apart. “Besides, we have a lot to learn, and a project to finish, so whaddya say?”

For the first time in years, you get to see it, the gummy smile glowing from his face as he shakes his head at you. “Must I be reminded of that wretched thing? I’d prefer to shave my eyebrows.”

“You have a sense of humor?” You tease lightheartedly as you nudge his shoulder with your knuckles. “I knew you had it in you!” Chuckling, he reaches for your frame to pull into a tight embrace, you immediately relax into his mold while you breathe in the crisp scent of his cologne. “Goodness, you smell like a dream. If our moms were correct about our future, I am not going to be disappointed!” For once, the pair of you feel complete even if sorrow will awake from time to time- as Yoongi squeezes you tighter, you bury into the crook of his neck, pressing a small kiss to his warm skin. “We better make an A+.”

Pulling away slightly, to rest his forehead upon yours, he is still smiling, “Following up with some extra credit.”

“Agreed,” you beam, letting his warmth encompass you to its full extent, when you almost lose balance due to him shifting his feet, he catches you.

“I’m so-”

“Gah!” Your fingers brush his lips, “What did I tell you?”

“No more apologies.”

“No more apologies.”

[mypimpademia]

Worth It.

Shinso x reader

TW: Swearing, reader steals a man, pure bad bitchery

Note: this concept has been in my head for literal MONTHS and now I'm finally writing it bc i had no idea how to before (i still dont know how to write it as I'm writing this, I'm bouta wing it like a mf)

I made Intelli the mean girl for this fic bc she a bitch fr

A college AU but its hardly relevant + a lil smau

Towards the end of writing this, I started hating it. I'm so sorry😭

I recommend this song too bc this is where the idea for this fic came from:

This was getting annoying to watch.

How long was Hitoshi planning to stay miserable with that girl?

Intelli and Hitoshi have been dating for awhile now. You had honestly never liked her, but you just barely tolerated her for Hitoshi. But only a few weeks into their relationship, things went to shit.

Intelli became overly controlling over him, and even tried to force him to stop being friends with you, and some other people. You, being his best friend, told him to break up with her.

Of course, Hitoshi agreed that it'd be best to do that. But not even a few hours after talking to him about it, he came back to say it didn't go as planned.

Intelli was holding blackmail over Hitoshi's head, and posed a huge threat to his dreams of becoming a hero. Most of what she said she'd expose was no where near true, but with her intellect she could easily make people believe it.

But frankly, as their relationship went on, the sight of even a strand of her hair made you want to either puke or fight her.

"Toshi~" Intelli cooed, coming up behind Hitoshi and wrapping her arms around his neck.

Hitoshi visibly cringed, but tried to hide it as best as he could.

"Hey, babe." He boredly muttered, doing a terrible job at faking any enthusiasm.

Unlike your best friend, you made no effort to hide the disgust you held for her sheer presence.

"Y/n..." Intelli muttered, her tone dripping with distaste for you, making you scoff. "Mind if I steal Toshi for a bit? No? Thanks-" She attempted to drag Hitoshi away by the arm, but you placed a firm hand on her shoulder to stop her.

"I do mind actually, we were in the middle of a conversation before you interrupted." You told her. She chuckled, before tugging on Hitoshi's arm more.

"Yes, but he's my boyfriend-" She attempted to give reason for her to take him away, before even Hitoshi stopped her.

"I've got a project I need Y/n to help me on, I can stop by your dorm later though?" Hitoshi suggested, lying through his teeth.

Intelli's eyebrow twitched, but she gave in, letting go of his arm. "Bye, Toshi." She said, kissing Hitoshi's cheek and looking you up and down, before walking off.

"Sometimes, I can't tell if she's just plain a bitch or if she's secretly a dumbass." You sighed. "Maybe she's a little bit of both..." Hitoshi chuckled, making you laugh with him.

"You really need to find someone new." You told him, shaking your head. "I know, but I'd rather not chance losing my dream career." He groaned.

"True... Whats your type anyways? I know its not Intell anymore, she's probably traumatized you." You giggled.

"She did, but I think my type is someone who can really understands me, and someone I can have fun with." Hitoshi said.

"Like a best friend?" You questioned him. "Yeah, exactly like a best friend. That'd be my perfect version of a s/o." He replied, expression growing soft.

Since Intelli and Hitoshi's relationship had gone down hill, you've been there for him more than ever. It eventually lead to this unspoken romance that constantly roamed between the two of you.

But because of Intelli, neither of you pursued it, for the wellbeing of Hitoshi.

"Well, if I were you, I'd find someone and just make sure the bitch doesn't find out." You told him. But if you were being honest, it was more like a suggestion, because he really did need, and deserve someone other than Intelli.

"Like cheating?" He gawked. You were both thinking the same thing— Intelli would likely find out. But it was better than simply being stuck with her, so you nodded.

"Well, I'd at least make sure the other person knows. But it'd be worth it."

'I'm worth it.' You thought.

You sighed, looking down at your phone, the time on your phone displayed.

"Shit, I've gotta get to class, we've got a guest lecturing us and my professor will tear me a new one if I miss it." You told him, stuffing your phone into your pocket.

"See you later?" Hitoshi asked you.

You were about to say something about how he told Intelli they'd hang out later, but decided against it.

"Yeah."

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You sighed, feeling your tired feet throb as you walked down the hall to Hitoshi's dorm. Taking one of your backpack straps off your shoulder, you began rummaging around the pocket where you usually kept the spare key to Hitoshi's dorm.

You blinked, as you weren't able to find the key in the small pocket. You began searching your entire bag in the middle of the hallway, taking nearly everything out.

"Shit." You mumbled, thinking you had lost it.

Then you remembered, 'Thats right, I was in a rush this morning. Its on my desk.' You thought to yourself.

Like hell you were going all the way back there though.

You placed your items back into their bags, then pulled out your phone to text Hitoshi.

You hummed, rocking back and forth on your heels as you waited for the door to be opened.

A moment later, you heard the lock click, and the door swung open.

Hitoshi looked you up and down before smiling. Then looked both ways of the hall, before tugging you into the room and shutting the door.

"Why are you treating me like a side piece or something?" You questioned him.

He hummed in confusion as he locked the door.

"Does it feel like that? Sorry." He apologized. "What did she do this time?" You asked, referring to Intelli, as she wash the only person the put Hitoshi this on edge.

"She said if we were doing anything other than a project we'd break up, and you know what that means." He told you, shaking his head.

You hummed, and pulled out your phone.

"What are you doing?" He asked, peering over your shoulder.

"You'll see." You blunty told him.

You sent your message, and tossed your phone onto his bed.

You grabbed onto Hitoshi's collar, tugging him towards you so he was looking you in the eyes, making his breath hitch as his face tinted red.

"You're crazy if you think I'd get you snitched on." You playfully consoled.

"What did you do?" He questioned again, watching you flop down on his bed as you kicked off your shoes.

"I texted Monoma and Momo to post about a project on private snap that only has Intelli on it so that it'll be more believable." You told him.

Hitoshis eyes went wide, as he mentally questioned how you came up with that so fast.

You patted the space next to you, beckoning him to sit with you.

He sat down, shaking his head and laughing.

You and Hitoshi talked for hours and hours, but it each flew by. When you finally checked the time, you barely had enough time left before dorm visiting hours were over.

"What? Already?" Hitoshi gaped, as he watched you sling your backpack over your shoulder.

"Mhm." You hummed.

He groaned, clearly not wanting you to leave, but sat up anyways so he could come see you out.

Hitoshi unlocked the door for you, but upon opening the door, you were both met with an unwanted sight.

"Hey Toshi!" Intelli greeted, completely passing over you even though she saw you.

"H-hey, Intelli." Hitoshi spurred, trying to keep composure.

"I came to help on the project. Even Momo was complaining, so I thought you could use some help." She offered, clearly not convinced that there was actually a project.

But like you said, you weren't going to let him get caught.

"No, we finished it." You told her bluntly, folding your arms across your chest.

But clearly, Intelli didn't plan on letting up either.

"Well then, I could proof read the written portion." She insisted, taking a step towards you.

"We already did that already."

"Well I'm sure there are some mistakes."

"We triple checked."

Hitoshi looked back and forth between the two of you, silently preparing himself to break up a fight.

"You must not get what I mean—" Intelli straightened her posture more than it already was, and leaned towards you. "There's probably mistakes because it was you helping him." She mocked.

Hitoshi already had a hand reaching for your waist, ready to pull you back in a situation where you lunge at Intelli.

"You wanna talk about mistakes? How about we start with you, bit-" Before you could take a single step towards her, you were being pulled back by your waist.

"Watch your dog, Hitoshi." Intelli retorted.

Damn, was she lucky Hitoshi could hold you back.

"At least I bite, unlike some people." You shot back. She narrowed her eyes, leaning towards you again.

"Y'know Y/n, you're not as good as everyone thinks you are. Everyone thinks you're so great, and nice, but I know how you really are." She said.

"You only think that because everyone's not you. Its no goddamn wonder your blackmail folder is thicker than you." You hissed.

Intelli, clearly flustered that you even knew about her blackmail folder, stood straight again. She crossed her arms and cleared her throat slightly.

"You think youre so much better than me. A better person, a better best friend, you probably think you'd make a better girlfriend too, right?" She asked you.

"Of course I do, who the hell wouldn't?" You chuckled.

You felt Hitoshi's grip on your waist loosen. Either he was getting just as angry and was going to let you fight her, or he thought it the tension was thawing.

"Alright, since you're so much better than me, show me." Intelli insisted.

You smirked. "Alright, you asked for it."

Slipping out of Hitoshi's grip, you turned to face him.

His brows raised in surprise and confusion. And next thing he knew, you had him by the collar for the second time today.

But this time, your lips were pressed against his.

It took him a moment to process, but soon, he melted into it. Moving in sync with you, he placed his hands back on your waist.

As much as you wanted to continue, you still had to tell that bitch off.

Pulling away from Hitoshi, wiping away the string of saliva that connected your mouths, you turned back to Intelli.

You walked straight up to her, and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Toshi doesn't react like that when you kiss him, does he?" You hummed, hearing Intelli audibly gulp.

"Like you said, I'm a better person, a better best friend, and a better girlfriend." You repeated her words from earlier.

"I wouldn't lie to him, expose him, whether what he did was true or false, and i wouldn't hold him back from doing what he wants." You taunted.

"And the thing is—" You leaned in, next to her ear.

"I dont think it, I know it."

"I'm perfect for him." You whispered to her.

Intelli nearly toppled over in defeat, leaning against the nearest wall to support her body.

"Anyways, see you tomorrow, Toshi." You mused, before walking away.

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The next day, you met up with Hitoshi in your free time like usual.

You were aimlessly walking around campus, talking about random topics, laughing as you watched random people do stupid things, and just having fun.

Except now, you were hand in hand, and the air around the two of you seemed lighter. And the look of adoration you and Hitoshi shared was more evident.

But in the middle of it, of course, something had to happen.

Intelli had stopped you both in your tracks, her brainless groupies behind her.

"Did you know everyone is talking about you, Hitoshi? And with all the things they're saying... you might not be able to recover from it." She said snarkily.

"Not too worried about it actually." Hitoshi admitted, a slightly bored tone to his voice.

"Tch, well you should be. So tell me, was she worth it, Hitoshi?" She inclined.

Hitoshi looked over at you, a grin spreading across his face.

"Hell yeah."

[donkey-hyuck]

word count- 2.5k+

genre- FLUFFY | neighbor!au

characters/pairings- neighbor!jeno x reader (gender neutral) | dreamies

warnings- language | dialogue heavy | over usage of words bc i’m irrelevant | the cutest people ever

introduction- since moving to the city— closer to your university— you noticed that your cat had taken an interest in another cat from the apartment building across from yours. she seemed very intrigued and things only escalated. in a good way for the both of you. because who knew such a good looking guy owned three cats he was allergic to?

a/n- based on some ‘the dodo’ story i saw a couple months ago and it was so cute hehe. also yes this is another jeno drabble thingy okay. and idk where the divider is from, i just have it on my phone sorry :(

the last box you had packed prior was finally set in your new apartment by your brother.

“this is the last one, right? because i’m not helping you anymore,” he huffed out a breath and rested his hands on his thigh. you snorted out a laugh and responded, “lazy ass. yeah, this is the last box. thanks for coming.”

you invited your brother to stay a bit later to treat him for takeout but he declined and reassured you he was fine and was going to head home. nodding your head, you just agreed as you walked him to the door.

it was only about six p.m. when you decided to unpack the rest of the boxes that you and your brother had brought up. when walking back into the living room, the shades to the window were still opened and you saw your cat, bomi, sitting by the window peering through the opened shades. the apartments from the complex across from yours were the same as any others. many university students or young adults filled the rooms, some curtains were closed, and some were lit up by the LED lights that lined their ceilings. but one window was opened. it showcased the large tv the stranger had as well as three cats by the window as well. one of them was even similar to bomi. however you thought nothing of it, too tired of driving back and forth and bringing boxes up and down. so you closed everything in for the night after unpacking about three or four boxes.

the following morning, you walked to the kitchen. and through the opened kitchen was your living room which you saw bomi sitting at the window again. you had called her over and put the cat food in the bowl for her breakfast. after leaving bomi for her breakfast, you grabbed your laptop from your bedroom and sat on the couch to finish some work and answer emails from your new university. moments of rereading emails stopped when you looked up— for no particular reason— and saw the same cats that caught bomi’s attention by the window. and then the shade was opened. oh wow.

the owner of the cats was a male. you didn’t want to assume but he looked as though he was around the same age as you. and he was cute. really fucking cute. the guy that opened the shade was wearing a pair of adidas track pants and was shirtless. and you just stared at him, as creepy as it looked and sounded like. by his feet were his three cats and bomi was sat next to the window once again.

“bomi, what’s wrong with you all of a sudden?” you asked and grabbed her small body and sat back on the couch. “do you want friends now? are you lonely because we moved?” you joked to yourself and scratched behind her ears. but once you set her free from your grasp, she sat by the window and you noticed one of his cats was looking at bomi. just as you were about to put away your laptop, bomi got up and walked around the perimeter of the window with her head still facing out the ceiling-to-floor window.

your eyes followed her feline figure and an idea shot up from your noggin. you didn’t know if it would work but it was worth a shot. so you went to your car and drove to a nearby craft store to buy some poster boards and markers. when you got home, you contemplated in your mind for a couple minutes before just going for it. fuck it. you wrote the poster as if you were in bomi’s body. and you thought it was a bit childish and unrealistic but it was worth a try.

‘hi, i’m bomi from the apartment complex next door. i see you three cats, do you wanna be friends?’ unbelievable. absolutely unbelievable. but you just taped it up on the window and closed the shade just enough for you not to see if he responded and got ready to go to your job. this was never going to work.

—

when you got home, the sun was just barely setting and bomi was once again, sitting by the window and looking out into that apartment. you sighed to yourself and picked her up before opening the shade to see if the cats— or more so the boy— had responded.

thankfully, the boy didn’t reply and it calmed your nerves down a bit more. the entire day you were away at work, thoughts filled your head about all the possible outcomes that could happen. without realizing, you breathed out in relief and set down bomi to get ready to eat dinner and shower. all the while, you forgot about the poster and there it was— left taped on the window.

donghyuck, renjun, and chenle had been over jeno’s apartment that day when they saw the poster taped on your window.

“jeno! who’s bomi?” exclaimed hyuck with his brows raised up and down, playfully. jeno got up from his seat at the kitchen island when he looked out the window behind his couch. he then just shrugged but did not miss the cat that looked somewhat like seol. then renjun spoke, “maybe it’s that cat. hey, doesn’t she look a little like seol?” chenle went toward the window to put his two cents into the conversation, “hey, she kinda does! what if she’s looking at your cats, jeno?” he asked and pointed out the window. “we should write back!” he then said with a bright smile on his face.

“we can, but i don’t have any poster paper right now,” he excused. though the boys thought he was lying they suggested that they would go to the nearest corner store to buy some cheap poster papers to reply to you.

and they did, but around ten at night when you were long gone from your living room and asleep in your bed. bomi wasn’t at the window either, but they still decided to write the letter for you in the morning.

‘i’m seol, the one that looks like you. the one with the black is nal and the one with the gray stripes is bongshik. it’s nice to meet you!’ read the sign. jeno could not believe he was writing back to a stranger he’s never even seen before. but it was whatever, new friends for his cats, he figured. the male held the sign in front of him for a minute before just shaking his head and taping the poster to his window and he was out for the night.

—

the morning you woke up, you had set a reminder to yourself that your classes started today and got up from your bed to make breakfast for both you and your kitty. opening the shade to the window, bomi was pawing and softly meowing at the window.

noticing the paper still stuck on the window, you mentally curse yourself out and look to the opposite side of your building. there was also a piece of poster paper that was taped onto the window with his three cats under it, looking out into the city. you identified the three cats immediately.

“bomi look! you really do look like seol. they can be your friends instead of those alley cats back home,” you spoke to her and then got ready to attend your nine a.m. class. however before putting on your shoes, you wrote back a little note for the cats on the opposite building.

‘great! y/n (my owner) is at university but let’s meet some day!’ you still could not believe you were doing this as you finished taping up the board. you left it there for the day as you went to your classes for the next couple hours.

throughout your first classes, your mind always went back to what happened the last few days. your neighbors as well as his neighbors must’ve thought you were both crazy. but anything for your cats.

—

for some reason when you got home, you were in a rush to see if the boy had responded to the message you left that morning. and in all hell, he did.

‘hey! jeno (our owner) is on his way to class too! and yes, let’s definitely meet one day! our owners can meet too!’

when jeno awoke that morning, he was shoving cereal down his throat and looked at your window. his heart was beating faster as he read over the note and ran to put away his bowl and get ready for his class. though he didn’t forget to write back at you, even if you probably wouldn’t see it until later.

with the cap of the marker in his mouth, jeno quickly wrote down what he was going to say and messily taped the poster to his window and left his house. he was almost late for his nine a.m. class.

watching the students come in you noticed the owner of bongsik, nal, and seol come into the room. oh shit. you tried to hide yourself behind the screen of your laptop when you remembered that he’s probably never seen you before. so slowly, you escaped your little hideaway and kept your identity on the low. because he might have seen you in broad daylight when your shades were up. but he didn’t, so you were safe.

—

looking at the message taped to his window, you wrote back.

you were sitting on the carpet floor of the living room when jeno finally saw you; specifically your side profile but he wasn’t complaining. you were doing the same thing he was that morning— the marker cap in your mouth with your brows furrowed.

he then saw your face when you sat up and got the roll of tape to stick on the glass. and you too, saw him looking at you with a smile on his face. your jaw was slightly dropped and the cap of the marker fell from your mouth as the boy laughed at your expression, then he waved. your eyes were opened wide and you shyly waved back.

jeno read over the note you just wrote. ‘hi i’m y/n (sorry this whole thing was so weird but my cat would not stop meowing at yours) but we could meet at the park? if you’d like?’ he smiled even more as he read over your writing. jeno nodded and asked ‘is it okay if we meet now?’ to which you shook your head ‘yes’ and were on your way to the nearest park (which was a measly three minute walk from your apartment.) then, you realized you never specified a park and just hoped he came to this one.

your hands were in your pockets as you awkwardly looked around to see the cute boy that lived across the street. he came up from behind you and greeted, “hi, i’m jeno.”

upon the sudden talk, you slightly jumped and turned around as he laughed again, his eye smile on full display.

the two of you walked around the park and conversed for what seemed like a couple minutes. but after you exchanged numbers and arrived home, you realized you had been at the park for a good hour and a half. holy shit.

you found out a little bit more about lee jeno. he was allergic to cats yet he still adopted three (which was beyond the epitome of cute), that he also moved to the city around a year ago, and that you two were attending the same nine a.m. class. you two had so much in common, huh?

arriving home to his apartment, jeno laid on his bed with his hand over his heart. it was beating fast. who knew his cats would bring him someone so attractive?

just as he was thinking about you, seol jumped on his bed and knocks were heard from his front door. he rolled his eyes and got up from his bed, it was his best friends staying for the night. it was a friday, after all.

while hanging with his best friends he decided to message you to see what was popping i hate that i said that lmao. and through the next two movies, jeno was not paying attention. he’d look to see what was happening here and there but always trained his eyes back to his phone.

“ayy why are you on your phone?” teased jaemin and hyuck.

“yeah, who are you texting this time at night?” said mark and jisung.

“and why are you texting someone?” poked chenle and renjun.

none of these questions were barely answered because jeno was too busy smiling at his screen. but then mark looked over his shoulder to see that jeno was texting you.

“ayyy, who’s y/n?” mark raised his voice and hit jeno’s strong bicep. just as your name exited mark’s mouth, jaemin’s eyes lit up and knew who you were.

“oh my god, that’s soojin’s new neighbor!” he shouted and stood up from the couch.

“jeno’s got a (boy)girlfriend! jeno’s got a (boy)girlfriend! jeno’s got a (boy)girlfriend!” the six boys jumped from their seats and chanted. renjun then reminded them that you lived across the street and they ran to the window to see if you were there. unfortunately for them, your shades were closed and the only thing they were able to see was bomi.

“hey doesn’t that cat kinda look like seol?”

the next day (after his friends had left), jeno invited you to come to his apartment so that bomi could meet his three cats, two which you agreed and packed whatever bomi needed. you weren’t going to stay there long, right?

—

when bomi met bongshik, nal, and seol, the four of them kicked it off nicely. there was no hissing nor scratching and it made both you and jeno happy to see that your cats were getting along after never having a meeting. so while your cats played around in jeno’s apartment, he offered to let you stay for dinner. you were hesitant at first but agreed as he ordered some soju and chicken. predictable.

to you, jeno was being nice. though he was cute, you didn’t really know who he was and so you didn’t have a reason to catch feelings for him. but to jeno, you were more of a crush. not a big one since you both just met, but a tiny one. he knew you were a good person at heart and he couldn’t help the little emotions that he felt in his chest.

—

after many play dates between your pets, you did actually start to form feelings for lee jeno and he finally had the guts to ask if you wanted to go on a date.

“i thought you would never ask.”

and though it all deemed impossible and like a fairytale, you were glad you spoke up that day. because in the end, you got a boyfriend that was loving, and your cats had each other to play with.

[wonder-kid-pugh]

The Bet - (Kelley O'Hara x reader) part 2

So...turns out it won't fit in two parts...so stay tuned. Enjoy!!!

"Okay now I'm really starting to think your stalking me"

Kelley just grins as she rocks forward and back on the balls of her feet, "You didn't think I would forget our date did you?" Ignoring her remark I look at her as I lean against the door, "How do you know where I live? Not even Christen knows where I live".

Her grin, if possible, grows even bigger, "Want to hear something amazing?" She turns and points at the house across the street and two doors down, "That's my house". I pinch the bridge of my nose, "You have got to be shitting me right now". She holds her hand to her chest in mock hurt, "Ouch that hurts! I thought you would be more excited neighbor". She shakes her head, "I was walking down the street gutted that I forgot to ask you for your address to pick you up for our date when you could imagine my surprise when I see you walking into the house down the street from me. It must be fate!" All I do is scoff and roll my eyes while she grins and chuckles at me, "So ready to go on our date? I thought I could show you around cause your new and all".

I bite my lip and sigh, "I can't right now Kelley". Her grin disappears as she scrunches her face at me. But before she could even ask me why a loud voice cuts her off.

"Bells! Who's at the door?"

I sigh as he toddles into my leg and I open the door wider for him to see Kelley who now stands wide eye at the child. He shrinks behind my leg and clings onto my shorts as he peers up at me, "Who dis?" I sigh and pat his head and I motion to the shocked girl, "Peter this is Kelley she goes to school with me". He looks at Kelley his head tilted, "Fwiend?" This seems to snap her out of her revere as she nods crouching down a small bit to talk to Peter, "Yeah I'm a friend of Belle's".

She gives him a small smile, "I was going to see if Belle wanted to come get ice cream with me. Wanna come?" Peter's eyes light up as he tugs on my shorts looking up at me, "Can we?" I sigh as I look between Peter to Kelley who smiles, "My treat". I sigh as Peter gives me his best puppy dog eyes.

The things this kid would do for ice cream

I sigh and nod my head back, "Go grab your shoes". Peter scampers back into the house to grab his shoes while I turn to Kelley who had a curious smile, "Let me just grab my shoes". I quickly slip on my trainers before turning to help Peter put on his own. But I'm beaten to it it seems as I see Kelley kneeling down and helping Peter put on his shoes. "There! All done". Peter flashes her a toothy smile and wraps his arms around her neck in a hug, "Thank you!" Kelley seems taken back before hugging the child back, "Uh your welcome".

Kelley stands up and looks at me watching them, "Ready to go?" I nod grabbing my keys and phone before we leave.  Peter runs a bit ahead of us but stay near enough as we didn't know our way around. "Why didn't you tell me you have a little brother?" But I just shrug crossing my arms, "You never asked". "Well I'm asking now. Tell me about yourself" she says. I sigh, "Peter's my little brother. He's seven and as you could probably tell would do anything for ice cream". I smile as I watch Peter carefully jump over the cracks in the sidewalk always being really superstitious about that, "He didn't like the fact we had to move and leave all his friends but he got over it quickly. He's already making new friends so that's good. Mom works a lot so I'm usually the one looking after him".

Kelley nods her head along and bites her lip, "What about your dad?" I lick my lips and look down at the sidewalk. I guess she senses my discomfort about it as she quickly retracts her question, "Sorry dumb question. You don't have to answer that". I smile in appreciation as she instead nods her head toward the ice cream shop, "Here it is". We walk in and go to the counter where we're met with a worker, "Hey what can I get you?" Kelley goes first, "Can I get Mint chocolate chip please?" I smile, "Can I have strawberry please?" Kelley lifts Peter up so he can see the display case, "What do you want little man?" Peter grins and taps the glass rapidly, "Chocolate please!" The worker chuckles, "No problem".

He starts off with Peter's handing him the tub on the counter which Peter quickly takes. I tussle his hair, "What do you say?" Peter grins, "Thank you!" We all laugh as he happily goes back to eating his Ice cream while the worker makes Kelley and mine. As he puts the two cups on the counter I go to pay for Peter's and mine but Kelley is already handing him the money, "No I can pay for ours". But Kelley shakes her head with a smile, "It's okay it's my treat". I sigh knowing it's too late now anyways to stop her and smiles, "Thanks". She just gives me a big smile, "Want to go to the park near here? We can eat and Peter can run around for a bit". I nod, "Sounds good".

We make the short 5 minute walk to the park and Peter is already off towards the playground but I call him back. I can see him hesitate and looks longingly at the swings before running back to me. I clean the chocolate that was in his face with a napkin, "You know it's supposed to go in your mouth right?" He just shrugs with a big grin making me smile and ruffle his hair again, "Remember don't go to far and I have to be able to see you at all times". He nod and bounces on his feet clearly itching to go. I chuckle and pat his head, "Go play". He takes off towards the swings while Kelley and I sit on the bench and watch him while we talk.

At one point it comes to a lull in the conversation as she just sit there in silence. But it's not weird or anything it's actually comfortable. I watch as Peter swings across the monkey bars as I speak up, "My dad left us".

This gets her attention as she turns her head to me but I keep my eyes on Peter, "I love my mom but sometimes it feels like she's never home. That she loves her job too much". I run my hand through my hair, "And I'm not defending him, he had no excuse for stepping out on our family but I can understand where he's coming from. She was never home basically and I guess he went to go find comfort somewhere else. He knew what he was doing, I knew what he was doing hell I think mom knew what he was doing. He was sleeping around I guess he got tired to waiting for mom to put him before work. But he fucked up and got one of the women pregnant. And just like that he dropped us".

I clench my fist, "It hurt. It hurt like hell. But I could handle it. I was old enough to know what was happening I think I knew it was going to happen eventually no matter how much I hated it. But it was the fact that he just completely forgot about Peter. He would make promises and get him all excited and then bail on him. Until eventually he just stopped. And I was left trying to explain to Peter why daddy didn't want us anymore".

It's quiet until I feel Kelley put her hand on mine, "I'm so sorry Belle". I give her a small tight lipped smile, "It's fine. Wasn't like it was your fault". I sigh and look at Peter happily comes down the slide, "I just wish we were enough for him to stay". She squeezes my hand making me look at her, "You are more than enough. He was just too stupid to see it". I smile as she rubs her thumb over the back of my hand, "Thanks Kel". She gives me a small grin, "Anything for the Princess". I roll my eyes but chuckle as I shove her shoulder, "Shut up Beasty".

She chuckles, "If I'm beast does that make you my Beauty?" "You wish" I grin at her. "Your really good with him" Kelley nods her head towards Peter. "He's my brother" I shrug before turning to her, "he likes you. You were really good with him today". She smiles, "If you were to ask any of the team they would probably say it's because I'm kid myself". I can't help but laugh and nod, "I can see that".

We stay there for a little while longer before Kelley looks to the sky which is quickly darkening, "We better get you home". I nod and stand up, "Peter! Time to go". He quickly jogs over and grabs my hand, "Home time?" I nod and we start walking home when it starts to drizzle.

"Damnit" I mutter as it starts to get heavier and we're still a good bit away from the house. I look down at Peter and he starts to shiver a bit which is understandable seeing as he's only in shorts and a t-shirt the same as me. "Cmon here buddy" Kelley says to Peter as she pulls off her jacket and hoodie. She swiftly zips the jacket up over him which was obviously massive on him but got the job done. She holds the hoodie out to me, "Put this one". But I shake my head, "No I'm fine". But she thrusts the hoodie into my hands, "I'll be fine. Just put it on". Reluctantly I pull on the hoodie as we pick up the pace so we're jogging now as we have to carry Peter as he can't run in the jacket. By the time we make it to the house it's really pouring now as we all filter in the house. I unzip Kelley's jacket from Peter and hand it back. "Thank you!" Peter smiles and Kelley just ruffles his hair, "No problem bud". She runs off into the house while I frown as I see Kelley is soaked to the bone, "Hang on a second". I go to the press and grab her a towel tossing it to her, "Here you can dry off a bit while the rain dies down and warm up a bit".

She nods wrapping it around her, "Thanks". I notice some fly aways stuck to her face and I brush them from her eyes, "You shouldn't have done that. Your going to get a cold now". She gives me a small smile, "It's worth it if the two of you are okay".

I look into her hazel eyes expecting to see her amusement at the joke but as I stare into her brown orbs I see the seriousness behind her reply. It was only then I realize I still had mg hand close to her face and blush and pull my hand away making some space between us, "T-thanks". She hums and looks out the window before looking down at her watch, "I better get home before it gets too late". I frown as I see it still raining outside, "Should you not wait it out a bit longer?" She smirks, "Why? Will you miss me too much?"

I scoff but can't stop the smile on my face, "Not likely Beasty". But she chuckles, "I better get home before Mon worries. You know how they get". Almost immediately she winces at the comment now it's her turn to frown, "I'm sorry that was really-" but I shake her off, "It's okay Kels". She nods and hands me back the towel before going for the door, "I'll see you Monday Belle".

As she opens the door I sigh, "Wait!" She pauses as I grab a pen and take her hand before scribbling on her hand, "Please don't make me regret this". Kelley looks at her hand and grins as she sees the digits while I smile at her, "Text me when you get home so I know you got there safely". She once again flashes me her big smile and zips up her jacket a bit more, "Will do". She seems to hesitate but steps back in and pulls me in for a hug. Once I recover from my surprise I hug her back and I can't help but think how good her hugs are. As she hugs me I realise this is my chance as I slip the money for the ice cream into her back pocket discreetly. She doesn't seem to notice as she whispers in my ear, "See you later Beauty". I can't help but smile as she pulls back, "Bye Beast".

She gives me one last smile before running out the door and into the pouring rain. I watch her for a second before I close the door and go to change out of my damp clothes and into my pajamas. It was only a short while later when I get a message back from an unknown number. And I open it to see a picture of Kelley all snuggled up under her blankets.

Home safe and sound all warm tucked into bed xx

I can't help but laugh and send back a quickly reply before going to check on Peter.

This girl......

[legends-of-apex]

Loba x Reader x Crypto: ‘Something More’ (Part 2/2) SMUT 18+

Summary: A continuation of Part I in which Loba, Crypto and The Reader go back to the Reader's room in the legends compound to decrypt the files taken from Pathfinder's chip. Inevitably, Loba's proposition is brought up and smut ensues. You can also read this on AO3 if you prefer!

A/N:  Hello! Here's the second and final part. This chapter does contain smut after the cut. I've spent the best part of a month on this so I promise there is still a plot as well :D Hope you like it! And I would love to hear your thoughts!  Reader's pronouns aren't specified however they are referred to as having a vagina/breasts etc. so please keep that in mind x Warnings under the cut!

Words: 7, 788

Warnings: This fic contains heavy smut including oral (reader receiving and giving), fingering, penetrative sex and scissoring

The rest of the match went relatively uneventfully, with the three of you finishing fourth after being ambushed by another squad. There hadn’t even been enough time to see who it was before you blacked out. When you awoke, a bright light beaming down upon you made you squeeze your eyes shut again. Forcing yourself to sit up, you felt the familiar rubber of the med bay beds beneath your fingertips. When you dared open your eyes again the lights weren’t so bad and you could actually look around the room. Your head felt heavy, your mind off-centered. A nurse was wrapping your fingers around a glass of water before you could ask for one to soothe your aching throat.

“Hey, can you tell me where you are?” He asked you. Bright eyes brimmed over the top of his surgical mask. He was the same nurse from every other time you were revived after a match and he always had the same questions.

“The med bay back at the compound?” You asked, cautiously lifting the water to your lips.

“Yeah! Well done out there today. You guys were great!” He took the empty glass from you when you were finished and set it down by the sink, his black scrubs rustling as he moved around the room, looking at the various monitors that hung like cobwebs from the walls, “How are you feeling?”

“Just a small headache. The usual.” You answered, knowing if you gave even a slightly different answer you could end up stuck in here for days. The headache you had post-match was always the same, pounding and everywhere all at once. It probably had something to do with the serum they used to revive you after the match but you were more concerned about Loba and Crypto right now. You hadn’t seen them go down.

“Great! Well, you’re all healed, vitals are great. You’re free to head out.” He seemed to sense your eagerness to leave and for that you were thankful.

Loba was waiting for you outside the room when you stepped out, pushing herself off the wall and uncrossing her arms when she saw you. She walked towards you with her arms open, engulfing you in a hug when she reached you. With her six-inch heels and already naturally impressive height, she almost dwarfed you, your chin only just being able to rest atop her shoulder. You knew she was just glad you were okay, but displays of affection were rare for her. Even if the hallway you were in was empty. Usually, she wouldn’t be caught sharing any shred of weakness, but after a match? She always got a little sappy, even if she would never admit it.

“Shall we go wait for the hacker?” She pulled back to look at your face and you nodded before taking her hand, walking towards Crypto’s usual med bay room. His name printed on the outside of the door. Loba peered through a tiny window in the door. “Is he still in there?” You asked. It was unusual for anyone to be kept so long and he knew not to say anything that might prolong his stay. Unless there was some kind of complication? You tried not to think about it.

Loba scoffed. “Oh please, he wouldn’t leave without seeing you alive and well first. He’s still in there alright.” She spared a glance your way and recognised that look on your face. You were worried, even though the chances of any post-match complications were extremely low, nearly non-existent. “I wouldn’t worry, sweetheart. He was downed last so they’ll have had less time with him than us.” She saw that did very little to calm your nerves and decided to change the subject to take your mind off of it. She lowered her voice, knowing for sure that there were cameras and microphones all over this place. “Hey, we might get some promising information out of that chip, huh? Any information we can get on them brings us one step closer, no matter how small the step.” All you did was nod when usually you’d be beaming with excitement at the prospects of new information on the Syndicate and you weren't doing a particularly good job of hiding the fact that you couldn't care less about anything right now except for Crypto still being in that room.

“You really give a shit about him, huh?” she asks and you look to her, confused.

“If it was you in there I’d be just as worried.” Loba sighed and took your hand again, bringing your knuckles to her lips before squeezing your fingers gently, careful not to scratch you with her nails. That meant more to her than you knew.

The door before you opened with a click as Crypto finally emerged, hands already stuffed back in his jacket pockets by the time the door shut behind him. The look of relief on your face was enough to tell him you’d been worrying. You had dropped Loba’s hand in an instant and went to hug him, opening your arms a little first and waiting for his permission. He felt himself sigh into your arms, his own wrapping around you tightly as he could. However brief, he would always treasure each touch you gave him. You made him realise how much he craved being held, being close to people. It made him forevermore thankful that he was lucky to be as close to you as he was, even Loba as well to some extent. You shared a piece of your life with him, your kindness, your time and occasionally: your bed. Whilst you did the same for Loba, he never found himself growing jealous, only more thankful to have you when he did.

“You still got the chip?” Loba asked him over your shoulder. He nodded. “We had better get to it. The decryption might take a while.”

The first thing you did when you got back to your room was kick off your shoes and flop down, face-first, on your bed. All the running and the stress of the games could really take its toll. Meanwhile, Crypto headed straight for your PC, plugging in all kinds of strange contraptions and external hard drives no doubt filled with some kind of dodgy software. Loba asked if she could use your shower to which you told her there were already fresh towels in there ready to be used as you gathered a bundle of clothes for her to wear when she finished.

You looked to your broken arm shield emitter and groaned as you were getting changed into more comfortable clothes than your games gear, the realisation that you actually had to fix it dawned on you. You struggled to your feet and pulled up a chair beside Crypto at your desk and released the shield from your arm with a whirr. Most of it had survived, only a few small grenade fragments lay buried within it. Easy fix.

“Hey, I just wanted to let you know that I overheard some of what you guys were saying earlier. Loba had her communicator still on. And I just want you to know that although I did tell Loba about us sleeping together, I haven’t said a word about… you know, you. Your identity. That’s yours to tell and I would never betray that information to anyone, even Loba.” You were one of two living people with the privilege of referring to him by his real name in private. By telling you about his past, even just by telling you his name, he put so much trust in you. And you wouldn't betray that for anyone.

He stopped typing to look at you, letting you know he was sincere. “I know you wouldn’t. I trust you more than anyone. But thank you for the reassurance. And I’m sorry that you heard that, I don’t wish for you to be treated like an object.”

You knew then that he didn't quite trust Loba’s intentions with her proposition but were quick to reassure him. “Oh, don’t worry. Loba asked if I was down for it beforehand. And it’s sweet that you two want to make me feel good, but I don’t require any payment for what I do for you two, especially in that kinda way. I do it because I care about you.” Tweezers in hand, you carefully began removing the fragments from your device. It was a good excuse to not have to look Taejoon in the eye during the conversation.

“Heh, that’s precisely why Loba thought you to be deserving of such an arrangement. And I have to say, I agree. You need to let us give back to you, though it doesn’t have to be in the form of what Loba was suggesting. In any way that you choose.” You could have laughed. On their own, they were amazing enough, both more than proficient and attentive lovers but together? You couldn't help but groan at the thought. “ Trust me , as long as you two are up for it that arrangement is totally fine by me! I couldn't think of anything better.”

You see Crypto’s head move suddenly in the corner of your eye, you turn to see Loba looking the softest you had ever seen her. Her hair was damp, falling all the way down to her waist. A pair of your baggy sweatpants hung low around her hips. She looked comfortable, her eyes held no sense of impending danger and you swore it was the first time you had seen her so at ease.

“Is that my shirt?” Crypto asks and she shrugs, looking down at the plain black material. “I don’t know, is it? It’s… cute?”, You sheepishly turn back to face Crypto as Loba dives straight onto your bed, stretching out on her back. “Maybe?” you offered, knowing damn well it was his from the last time he had stayed over. He wasn’t going to pry it off of you as you slept, especially since you looked so comfortable. It was his pair of sweatpants too, but he didn't need to know that. A low grumble sounded from your stomach and you took that to be the perfect topic change, “How about take-out?”.

“Lovely idea, I’m starving!”

You phoned up the best pizza company you knew, the woman on the line informed you that it would take a while because of the games. People liked to go for pizza after watching the apex games apparently. “We’re going to have to wait a while.” You said solemnly, hopping onto your bed behind Loba and taking your hairbrush from her hand. Her hair was long and so very soft. Crypto politely excused himself to also take a shower whilst you played with her hair. You combed through it with your fingers first. Loba released a long breath as you dragged the brush from the edge of her forehead, down her scalp and all the way down her back, holding the ends in your other hand. “So Crypto’s down for your idea.” You gently gathered her hair together in a bunch before letting it fan out again over her back, the strands so long they reached the covers below.

Loba leant back a little, resting on her palms. “Oh? I’m not surprised. He seems like he would do anything that involves you. That poor boy looks at you like you’re made of gold.” She chuckled, looking back at you over her shoulder. You pecked her lips, her skin was soft and supple with a subtle hint of cherry lip balm. “Ugh, I can’t wait to devour you.” She groaned, “If he doesn’t get out of that shower in the next two minutes, we’re starting without him.”

“So impatient!” You laughed, “Hair up or down?”

“Eh, leave it down.”

Crypto made his way out the bathroom still towelling off his soggy hair. He set his jacket on the back of your desk chair, along with his waistcoat and every other piece of his games gear apart from his baggy trousers and t-shirt. The pendants on his necklaces jingled together as he moved around, like a cat with a bell.

Far too impatient for subtly it seems, Loba decided now was the best time to initiate things “She looks good enough to eat, don’t you think Crypto?” He stops in his tracks, towel still raised to his head with his mouth hanging open before he cleared his throat and straightened his posture. He hummed in agreement, taking the towel and folding it in half before laying it over the chair behind him. He now leaned his back against the desk so he could face you, bare arms crossed over his chest as he looked at you. You couldn’t help but blush at Loba’s words and the way he was looking at you, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks.

Loba now turned to face you, mischief and wanting in her eyes and leaned in close. “We would love to take care of you if you’ll have us, of course.” She pressed a single kiss to the side of your neck, your skin tingling from the warmth of her lips, “What do you say?” You turned your attention back to Crypto who looked at you in question, his head tilted. Neither of them were moving without your say so.

“Sounds perfect.”

With that pushed you back so your head lay gently on the pillows. Her finger wagged in Crypto’s direction when he took a step forward, telling him to stay put. He gulped and leant back against the desk again. “Well then. Just relax and let us take care of you, hm?” She ended her question with a smile, already sliding downwards onto the bed in front of you. Placing her hands on either side of your sweatpants and giving the outside of your thighs a light squeeze. She looked up at you through her lashes, asking if she could take them off. You nodded and soon she had them tugged off, your socks soon followed.

She leant right down, pressing a kiss to the cloth of your underwear, her lips putting the lightest flutter of pressure on your heat. Your mouth fell open and she laughed quietly, seeing a dark patch on the fabric of your underwear. “Mhmm already dripping for us, Crypto.” she called back to him over her shoulder, “What do you say we take these off as well? No need to be shy. We already know how beautiful you are, sweetheart.” You nodded again, her fingers delicately taking the band of your underwear and making quick work of shimming them off your legs. A string of words, no doubt in Portuguese left her, as she took a moment to look at you. She had spoken far too quickly for you to have any hope of understanding what she was saying.

Her hands were on your sides in an instant, and her lips were back on yours as her hands made their slow descent back down towards your heat. Her kisses a rough contrast to the preciseness of her touch. She kissed with her heart it seems, everything else was calculated. A shiver wracked its way through you when her fingertips reached the hem of your shirt, but she didn’t lift it, only gently massaged the bottom of your stomach and over the tops of your thighs. Circular motions everywhere except the place you wanted them to be.

Her lips left you as you whined softly, “So eager.” she smiled at you again, before leaning in to kiss your neck as her fingers finally touched where you so craved them so much. A moan escaped you as she wasted no time in finding your heat, circling her two fingertips within its wetness before dragging them up and down your slit. Over her shoulder, you could see Crypto standing biting his lip so hard it looked like it would bleed, face flushed.

Sucking gently on the soft skin of your neck, Loba pressed her two fingers right onto your clit. You couldn’t help the noises that escaped you or how you clung to her so desperately. She soon switched back and forth between gently massaging all-around your folds and slowly circling one finger directly to your nub. She was teasing you. The alteration driving you insane, legs beginning to shake. Just as you felt the dam about to burst she drew back away from you entirely, leaning back on her knees as she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked on them lightly.

“How does she taste?” Crypto asked, his face warm. Loba leaned back from you and you near-whined at the loss.

She brought her fingers back down your heat and gathered some of your wetness onto her fingers again, standing and extending her fingers in his direction. “Like honey. Want to try?” He bypassed her altogether and walked towards you. “Suit yourself, Hacker,” she rolled her eyes.

“May I?” He asked so softly you nearly melted then and there. “Yes, please.” You managed and before you knew it he was sliding one of your legs over his shoulder, shortly followed by the other. He began by pressing the gentlest of kisses to your thighs.

“Ooh nevermind.” Loba went back on her previous statement with an approving nod of her head, “One second.” The glare he sent in her direction could’ve stopped a charging bull but Loba just waved him off and laid down beside you, pulling you into her lap so she could support your body. Crypto tugged you down towards him so the back of your head rested against Loba’s chest. Warmth radiated from Loba’s body beneath you in a constant wave of gentle, comforting heat but your focus wasn’t on her right now.

The moment his mouth made contact with your core, your body went lax. His tongue came right after and your back arched with such ferocity that Loba almost lost her hold on you. When the most desperate noise left you, you felt the vibrations of his laughter roll through you and his hands gripped the tops of your thighs more firmly to keep you in place. His eyes flickered up to you for a moment, soon after your hands found his hair, tugging lightly on the damp ends in an attempt to have him closer.

Loba’s lips ghosted over the shell of your ear “I know you said he was good but you really weren’t kidding,” she whispered before her mouth before she latched her lips back onto your neck.

Tugging his hair seemed to only spur him on more as the groan he emitted was borderline feral, bringing his tongue to circle over your clit at such a pace that the pressure built within you to the point where you were about to burst and likely would have had to not pulled back for a second to quickly catch his breath and get a better look at you.

“I know you want to come on his tongue, beautiful. Go on.” Crypto was back between your legs then, doubling his pace. “Come for us.” She whispered just as Crypto decided to wrap his lips around your clit and suck. You lurched upright, grip tight on his hair as you grind your pussy against his lips. When he slowly coated one of his fingers before slowly pressing it into you and pumping to the rhythm of his mouth, that was it for you.

Your body barely felt like you controlled its movement anymore as pleasure wracked its way through you in gushing waves. A drawn-out moan you’d probably be embarrassed about later escaped you as you went limp in Loba’s arms. Crypto helped you ride it out, wanting to make you feel the best he could. His tongue didn’t leave you until your pussy ceased its tensing then releasing around his finger, pulling it out of you and to his lips immediately. Loba’s arms kept you steady as your body slowly returned to normal, cold air stinging as Crypto left you. You missed his mouth and hands on you immediately but Loba was quick to distract you by helping you rid yourself of your shirt all whilst trying to keep her lips latched on to yours. Her fingers so swift in how they undressed you and herself that you were suddenly reminded that she was a thief, quick hand movements were her speciality. Her hand came to cup your bare breast for a moment, glee in her eyes at the sight. Once you helped her out of most of her clothes, you felt Crypto’s lips on the side of your neck. His mouth leaving marks no doubt right beside the ones Loba had made already. A hand in his hair again had him whimpering. Loba noticed and released you so you turned to face him, your mouth finding his as you stood on shaky legs. His lips were swollen but still soft. He kisses you like it was the last time he would have the chance, one hand gently cupping your face as his other arm wrapped around you.

“I’m going to let you two have this round.” You pulled back from Crypto and looked at her with confusion, she hadn’t even had any kind of pleasure yet and she still insisted you and Crypto go ahead. “I like to watch.” She clarified with a smirk, seating herself in your desk chair, legs folded neatly over one another. Her lacy black bra and panties somehow made her even more attractive but comply with her wishes you would. Plus you wanted the chance to repay Crypto for his services.

Soon enough, Crypto is stripped of all but his boxers, seated upright at the edge of your bed and facing Loba’s general direction. Running your finger over his cheekbone, you look down to notice just how hard he is. “You like eating me out that much, huh?” You asked as you swung one leg over both of his and knelt so you could grind against him, wringing your arms around his neck. You felt just how hard he was then and Crypto looked like he might have came if you weren’t careful, his mouth opened slightly, eyes closed. His hands found the bottom of your back to keep you steady as you slowly grinded onto him, feeling the hard outline of him pressing against your sensitive lips. “예수 그리스도'' He moaned at the feeling, bottom lip now trapped between his teeth.

“Really wanna ride you.” You told him and his eyes snapped open, hand gently cupping your cheek as he brought you in for another kiss.

“Then ride me.”

You sat back from him to run your fingers over his clothed cock, feeling it twitch with your touch. Soft moans fell from his mouth with each drawn-out stroke, he was so terribly sensitive. Tentatively tugging down his boxers, you freed his member from its confines and rubbed along the shaft before thumbing its tip. His throat hitched.

“If you keep touching me like that, this is going to be over a lot quicker than either of us could have hoped,” His hand found your bare pussy again, fingers gliding through your folds to make sure you were still wet enough to take him, “Let me know when you’re ready.”

Leaning further forward so your hips rested against his, bracing against his strong chest for support, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’m ready.” You told him. Without a word, Crypto reached down and aligned the two of you before oh-so-slowly lowering you back down onto his lap, feeling his length buried within you to the hilt.

You moaned together when he filled you, Crypto burying his head in your shoulder when you began to move, his hips rocking to meet the rhythm of yours. It felt delicious, his length rubbed your walls in all the right places and you felt a pressure begin to build quickly within your stomach again. His moans were so soft you almost had to strain to hear him but his strong grip on your hips as you swayed atop him telling enough.

Looking over your shoulder for a moment, you saw Loba lazily rubbing herself through her underwear, her eyes utterly transfixed on you and Crypto. One particularly measured thrust on his part hit your most sensitive spot directly and had your attention turned all the way back to him immediately. Gripping his hair as you rode him, you felt the pressure of his teeth on your shoulder as he bit back a moan. You slowed your pace and tilted his face up to see yours.

“Be as loud as you want baby, we wanna hear you,” you assured him and he looked at you through half-lidded eyes, skin flushed and lips bitten. You felt his cock twitch inside of you.

Pulling you back towards him so you were flesh to flesh, his hips snapped up into you with renewed vigour as his lips found your neck. Right next to another small mark Loba had left not a few moments earlier, he tentatively suckled on your skin until it bloomed. He swore he wasn’t a jealous person, he just wanted things to be even. His lips slowly trailed down towards your chest until he found one of your breasts, ready and waiting for him.

You let your head fall back. His consistent pumping up into you, filling you over and over and his tongue on your nipple combined with the knowledge that Loba was watching and enjoying all of this was quickly becoming too much for you to handle. You felt his cock twitch within you again.

You cupped his face in your hands as you brought him away from your nipple to press his swollen lips to yours again. That was when he reached between you and let his fingers trail over you clit. A cry escaped you. You were reaching the point of overstimulation and it felt like heaven.

When his thrusts became distractingly fast, you had to leave his lips but still held his face in your hands. “Come for me baby,” you told him and he felt his mind going numb. A few more thrusts and he was spent, all low moans and mumbles as he buried his face in your chest. His warm release within you felt so good, coating your walls and making you feel so wonderfully full. The coil in your stomach was wound, near the point of breaking now, but it wasn’t enough for you to reach your peak.

You just held each other for a few moments, petting over his hair as you relaxed in his arms. Even though you hadn’t come a second time that didn’t matter all that much when he still managed to make you feel as good as he did. When he caught his breath he looked up at you and frowned, “You didn’t-“

Loba was quick to interrupt him. She was up from her chair and walking towards you the moment you had regulated your breathing, “I’ll take care of that, pretty boy. Go take a minute.” With one last kiss and a groan as he pulled out of you, he reluctantly lifted you off his lap and sat you gently on your bed. He usually held you for hours after sex so this was new for him but just as he was learning to trust, he was also learning to compromise.

Loba bent down beside you as Crypto got up from your bed, tilting your chin upwards with her fingertip. “Ooh what a mess he made, hmm? Guess I had better help you clean up.” You were already oh so sensitive but your release was building again, all worked up from Crypto’s cock but surely going to be finished by Loba’s fingers.

Her touch was so different to Crypto’s, so delicate yet precise. She Plucked your body as if you were a harp, and she was a harpist with the most experienced hands. Her hands trailed over your shoulders and your chest, a nipple pinched and pressed deliciously between her fingers. With a few strange movements of your legs, Loba manoeuvres you by your hips, weaving your legs together. She draws her fingers up the underside of your thigh then down your lower leg, teasingly with a wicked grin plastered across her face as she does.

Loba scoots you closer together, her hands exploring your thighs as she goes, until you’re so close to her that you can feel the heat of her pussy against your own. She pulls you in for a kiss again and you take a handful of her full breasts. Loba rocks forward suddenly, rubbing your dripping cores together. She was most definitely keeping herself busy whilst you were with Crypto because she was soaking. Your pussy was so sensitive, so worked-up again that even the slightest touch had you reeling. Another slow grind and Loba’s eyes flutter closed. A twist of your thighs and you were fully locked together, her core providing yours with a delicious pressure. With a groan, Loba favoured a rougher rolling motion, her nails clawing at your thighs as your clits rub together.

“Shit!” Loba cries and her hips jerk into yours more sloppily. It was rare to see her so needy. The pressure from her clit on yours and the way her face contorted in pure pleasure had your insides twisting until you felt the dam burst for the second time that night. You found her lips again as you felt her too reach her release soon after, panting between kisses and cursing. Her movements slowed, as did your own until you were faced with the task of untangling from one another. “Guess we were pretty worked up, huh?” She asks and you nod in agreement, “You still have another round left in you? Pizza guy won’t be here for another twenty minutes…”

You were exhausted, dripping wet and still trying to catch your breath but you still managed to stifle out another “Yes, please.” You couldn’t get enough of them and you were dying to have them both at once. You felt more than just lust for these two. They made you feel loved, feel safe. All three of you had issues with connecting to people, whether it was simple distrust or even trauma but you were lucky enough to find one another. All the time spent with them trying to take down the Syndicate made Loba and Crypto learn to trust other people again. Not only that, they learned to care for you and in-turn allowed you to care for them. And being cared for wasn’t something either of them imagined would happen any time soon. Your tenderness and love made them feel human again like they were more than just their past.

“What do you think? Up for round three?” You looked to Taejoon and saw him sitting where Loba had been. When he moved one of his hands away from his lap to smooth his hair back from his face, you saw his cock was already erect again.

His chest heaved. “Are you sure you can take any more,애인(lover)?” Sitting up on your elbows now you looked at him and then to Loba who lay beside you, trailing her smooth fingertips up and down your arms. Excitement bubbled within you again.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

They were both beside you in an instant. You weren’t sure who was touching where and frankly you couldn’t care less. Feeling both their bodies on yours at once felt amazing, your skin tingling all over as you knelt sandwiched between them. Despite your oversensitivity, you welcomed the metallic fingertips that found your folds again. You were so, helplessly wet. Your multiple releases, coupled with Loba and Crypto’s had your thighs and sheets a mess. The cold metal of Crypto’s fingers were a wonderful contrast to the warmth of your pussy as he trailed along, up and down your lips, purposely avoiding where you wanted him to touch.

He left your lips in favour of hooking a finger inside you again. The friction was welcome but it wasn’t enough. “Please!” You whimpered and you heard Loba chuckle.

“Oh, baby girl, are you eager for his cock again? It’s a shame we aren’t at my place, you could’ve had mine as well.” Crypto raised a brow at that. You just whined at the thought of Loba’s strap.

He hummed as he found your clit with his thumb as he continued to draw his finger in and out of you. “Crypto, please!”

“I think you should tell him what you want him to do, sweetheart.”

“Please fuck me. I-I need-” You cut yourself off with a moan of his name and Crypto thought he might just die. He leant down to kiss your lips, rougher than usual now but still gentle. When he pulled back from you and gave you a chance to lay back, he had his dick in his hand and took his sweet time coating the tip in your juices, slowly dragging it through your folds.

“Ready for me?” he asked and you nodded. He tugged your knees around his hips and he leant between your legs and slowly entered you, inch by inch until you felt that wonderful fullness again. He let out a shaky breath and a gasp as he entered you. You felt so warm, so soft and so unmistakably you that he had a hard time moving for a moment for fear he might lose composure too soon and leave you disappointed for a second time. When you gave him the okay to move, Loba began teasing your breasts again, but you had other ideas for her.

“Sit-” A particularly drawn-out thrust from Crypto had your words misforming, “-On my face?” you asked her. Seeing as how Loba hadn’t garnered all that much from tonight’s proceedings, you were eager to make her feel good.

Her lips twisted into a smirk as she drew back from your chest, “Oh, sweetheart, I thought you’d never ask.” Crypto slowed his movements to let you two get comfortable. Loba now knelt beside your head, swung one leg over your head as you lay flat upon the bed so she now kneeled directly above you. It was the perfect access point. None of the pressure was on you, only what you wanted there to be.

Pulling her down by the hips until her core ghosted so close to your lips that your exhale made her shiver, you made sure you had a good enough grip on her even if all her weight was on your mattress. Crypto took Loba’s chin aiming for the heavens as his queue that you were comfortable again and started back at a slow pace. He always liked to alternate between almost teasingly slow, slow enough that you got needy when he pulled fully out of you, before you the exact pace that you needed from him.

Loba tried not to grind against your face but your actions did nothing to deter her from it. She was extremely responsive to any stimulation she received and your tongue was right up there as one of her favourite ways to be pleasured. Your strokes were careful, teasing and just how she liked it. Although your body jerked forward with each thrust from Crypto, Loba didn’t seem to mind and simply rocked her hips along your face in time with his movements. Each time he pulled back out of you only to fully sheath himself inside you again, a small gasp or moan escaped you. The vibrations just made Loba’s experience even better, small rhythmic cries falling from her lips.

When you felt Crypto’s fingers on your mound again, you had to lift Loba off you slightly to breathe. He always knew exactly where and how to touch you and even though you couldn’t see him, you could hear his soft laugh at the sound you made when he circled your clit. The feeling of being filled over and over by his thick member was divine in and of itself, his girth allowed him to rub your walls with ease especially at the angle he had you in now. Your legs wrapped around his hips and he kept your lower half-raised slightly off the bed. But combined with his hands? It was difficult to concentrate on anything but.

The more you got distracted by Crypto, the needier Loba became, jerking her hips in tiny thrusts to enable some kind of friction. Your fingers dimpled the backs of her thighs to keep her in place as you tried to make up for your few distracted moments. She was getting close now, you could feel it. The poor woman wasn’t used to actually being on the receiving end of such things until she met you.

“I think I’m going to come,” Crypto said with a sharp intake of breath, followed by a barely spoken curse.

“Me too.” She whined, “Pick up the pace, Hacker.” She leant back on her heels to the point where she was nearly sitting on your chest now, a hand in your hair and the other keeping herself steady. Unable to tear her eyes away from your face as you worked on her, an intense ripple of pleasure rushed through her when your eyes met hers. As you tugged her clit back between your lips and sucked all whilst flicking it with your tongue over and over, she was done for. Her head dropped back and her hands now gripped your head with all her desperate strength as she cried a far louder noise than you had ever heard from her before. Her release fell from her entrance right onto your wait tongue, making sure to keep up the intensity until you felt her body relax within your arms.

“Shit!” Crypto cursed and you felt his cock again twitch within you as Loba rolled off to your side, “Are you close?” He asked, voice strained and breathless.

“Yes!” Now that Loba was off of you, you were free to reach forward and cling to him, nails digging into the back of his shoulders and dragging him back down onto the bed with you. With the new angle, his cock hit right where you needed it, the tip brushing over your g-spot over and over as his hand continued to work on your clit. You were almost there now, he could feel it. You felt so good, clenching and releasing around him as a new rush of moisture left you. Loba decided at that moment that sucking one of your nipples into her mouth was a good idea. Suffice to say: It was and it very nearly finished you off. You looked up at them above you, their focus solely on you as they worked and shaped your flesh to bring you the most pleasure they could.

It was only when Crypto leaned in to kiss you that you finally came for the third time that night. Neither he nor Loba ceased their efforts until your orgasm fully ceased. Wave upon wave of glorious pleasure washed over you. Your release was enough for Crypto to come again too, his face buried in your neck as he whimpered. Your oversensitive walls welcomed the sensation of him filling you again.

Loba collapsed at your side and Crypto basically flattened out on top of you before realising that maybe wasn’t the best idea and rolling off of you. Their hands were still on you. Gentle, loving caresses as you caught your breath and fully came down from your high. Your skin still pleasantly tingled from their touch, small shivers still coursing through from your orgasm. All three of you were spent and thoroughly satisfied.

Your muscles still felt soft but you knew you would be sore in the morning. All you wanted to do right now was to lay with them. Feel their arms around you and them in yours. Have Loba hold you from behind whilst Crypto buried his face in your shoulder and clung to you like a Koala bear. You just wanted to drift off in their arms.

But then the doorbell decided it was going to ring.

Crypto moved to get it but Loba stopped him. “No no no, you go to the bathroom. I’ll get it.” Before pulling Crypto’s shirt over her head again and attempting to fix her hair, she covered you with your sheets, a wad of cash in her hand ready for the delivery driver. She looked adorable in such a long t-shirt, so long it came to her mid-thighs. A plain black t-shirt with no shape and clearly sex-tousled hair yet she still looked like she belonged in a magazine.

“Pizza’s finally here!” She exclaimed, kicking the door shut behind her, a large flat box in her hand. Her other hand was empty and the massive bundle of cash was nowhere to be found.

“How much was the pizza, Loba?”

She shrugged as she set the box down atop your covers, “No idea, you know I like to tip big!” Crypto returned from the bathroom, wearing only his pair of sweatpants you had given Loba earlier, “Off you go, your turn.” She nodded towards the bathroom. She was very responsible when it came to after sex. As much as you wanted to sleep afterwards, she was always adamant you go clean yourself up first. It was one of her rare ways of showing how much she cared.

When you were finished, you toddled out of the bathroom and back towards your bed, feeling decidedly underdressed before Taejoon noticed you rummaging for something comfortable and tossed you the very shirt he was wearing that day, with a smile. That left none for him but he didn’t seem to mind. As you pulled the fabric over your head, you couldn’t help but inhale his scent that lingered.

The three of you sat on your bed in relative silence, eating the lukewarm pizza until your hunger ceased. For once, Crypto was the first to interrupt the silence when he left the bed to check up on the decryption status, “Another nine hours until the decryption is complete”.

Loba yawned, both from tiredness and at the thought of waiting nine hours for anything, “Well, in that case, we had better get comfortable.” She took the empty pizza box from your bed and discarded it by your desk.

After gathering up all the courage your tired brain could muster, “So… what do you say you guys both sleep here tonight?” You asked. Crypto was already stretched out at your back, his arms wrapping around you and his warmth seeping into you when he said, “No, I think we should awkwardly go back to our own rooms and talk in the morning.” You scoffed, knowing he was joking, he took every given opportunity to have you in his arms.

Loba stood at the edge of your bed like she was actually considering what he said to be something other than sarcasm. She rarely stayed with you after sex. Even in her own apartment, she would place a kiss on your temple then leave no doubt to pull some kind of heist. It was almost like she was afraid to get too attached to you like someone might take her from you as well as everyone else she had ever loved. But now, as she looked at you, your eyes all soft all and pleading, she thought back to only a few hours ago in the medbay when you fretted over Crypto and had told her you would do the same for her. She realised she could more than just meaningless material things and vengeance. She finally felt like she deserved more.

She sighed, “Well, alright. Not like I’m doing anything else tonight.” And so she clambered beneath the covers and into your open arms. “Have we done enough to satisfy?” She asked and you couldn’t help but laugh. Your legs were already beginning to ache and your entire body felt like each nerve ending and been caressed.

“Just being able to spend time with you both is already enough,” Her hand came to cup your cheek, thumb tracing over your cheekbone. You felt Crypto place a kiss on the top of your head as he allowed himself to relax a little more, his body near-painted onto the back of yours, “But yes, thoroughly. You’re both so wonderful that I never really thought to stop and wonder what it would be like to have you together and it was better than I ever could have hoped for. Thank you for taking such good care of me.”

“Oh sweetheart, you do so much more for us than we could ever hope to repay.” She pecked your check.

“More than we deserve.”

“That’s not true, Ta-” you cut yourself off, “That’s not true. You shouldn’t have to worry about the Syndicate or Revenant trying to take you out every ten minutes. You deserve to be happy and safe a-and loved. As long as I’m around, I’ll do my best to make sure you feel that way. Because I know that’s not something neither of you have had in a very long time.”

Taejoon tightened his arms around you, holding you closer to his chest. He placed one hand over yours as you rested it on Loba’s side, his fingers interlocking with yours. That meant so much more to him than he would ever let on in front of Loba. Meanwhile, you could see the water pooling in the corners of her eyes as she looked at you so endearingly. She brought her lips to yours for a moment, in the softest kiss you’d ever felt from her before she nuzzled her nose into your cheek.

Sandwiched between them in a mess of warm and tangled limbs, you felt safe and for once,  they did too. Loba was the first to drift off to sleep, her grip on you going lax as her breath evened. You felt Crypto shift behind you slightly, his arm beneath you no doubt beginning to go numb.

“It’s alright, you can rest. We’ll still be here when you wake up.” He whispered, voice as soft as he could make it.

And so you did. With Loba sound asleep in your arms and Taejoon wrapping you up in his, you let your tired limbs melt into the soft mattress below and your heavy eyelids close for the night.

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[poison--ivory]

Get Back Up Chapter 3

Warnings: Mentions of abuse and nightmares

Anthony didn't know who that slim figure in the doorway was, but he didn't like him. Especially with the way (y/n)'s body flinched when his arm swung around her waist, reeling her into his chest. Her hands came up just in time to put a little barrier between the two, at last his strength broke her blockade and caused her to fall into his grasp. Yet, she still adores that sweet smile on her lips, her gaze fixed on the man holding her and in that moment Anthony couldn’t wrap his head around the reason why (y/n) is so caring to people. 

When she enrolled into culinary school and had that roommate, a complete slut and a backstabbing bitch who made her life a living hell, (y/n) still treated her with respect and wanted to befriend her. In the end that bitch turned her back on her at every twist and corner. But, Cherri and him worked their magic and soon after her social life at that school went further down the toilet. (Y/n) found out a couple of days later and didn’t like how we handled the problem. However, she thanked us for thinking about her and to show her gratitude, took us out for lunch that day.

     Yet with the help of the nightstand lamp he could see a bit in the dim room and he could’ve swore he saw the faint hue of red on her cheeks. However, in this case the man latched on her, didn’t look like he loathed her, on the contrary he held such adoration in his eyes when staring at her. It was when his eyes trailed over to him is when they turned hard and distasteful. The hate that seeped through his skin and consumed his frame, he could tell that this man didn’t see him in a light that a normal human should. His gaping stare was more on the lines of a predator staring down his prey, Anthony knew what danger lingered behind that leering look and that made him. . .uneasy. He tried to match his gaze with a harsh one as well until a split and sharp pain rang throughout the left side of his head. So, he took his gaze off the man and took a big gulp of the tea, which at this point the hot tea that was in his cup was slowly getting lukewarm and the position on the bed made him feel really exposed to this weird fucker.

     He hated feeling weak and defenseless in front of folk and despised the way this new guy stared him down. Squaring his shoulders, even though it felt god damn awful to move right now, but he didn't want to take any chances with this questionable guy, even if (y/n) married him.

Motioning with his strong enough arm, he motioned to the brunette that just intruded in on their conversation.

     "So, uh. . . Who the hell are you?" (y/n)'s eyes widened, rapidly shooting her head back and forth between us and to be honest he really didn't care if he sounded rude. He just wanted to fuck with him, just for the shits and giggles and it seem to phase the man for short second. “(Y/n) didn’t tell me she married a pimp and a good looking one at that.” Her eyes were the size of headlights which was pretty amusing, but he was gauging for more of a reaction from the menacing man standing next to her.

       “Anthony!” Her voice raised a couple octaves before lowering it down to whisper, really broadcasting her motherly side right now. “You shouldn’t say something like that, especially for a first impression.”

He wasn’t gonna muster up any type of energy of fake kindness just to suck up to this son of bitch, not for (y/n) either.

       “What, first impressions are for insecure high schoolers who need validation on whether they look pretty or not. Besides, he hasn’t told me off yet, so relax toots.” The corners of her mouth stretched out into a flat line and I could already sense her screaming ‘I’m done with your shit’ before she could even say anything. “Come on, (y/n) a little bit of harmless flirty won’t kill anyone and besides he seems fine with it.”,puffing out his chest the burning agitated growth in his lungs flared up, but he kept up this bouncy exterior to appear far from an injured animal.

        “Don’t you worry my dear I only came downhere to see how you were doing this morning, yet found you here with. . .this. . .effeminate fellow.” Words fell through clenched teeth, leaving a dark atmosphere to fill the room. (Y/N) finally sensed the tone of the room and, so she latched on to her man's arm guiding him out the room.

        “Come on, Al let's give Anthony some space,” a quiver in her voice and her anxiously attempting to pull his body towards the door, “he’s in very poor condition, right now and you & him bickering is just making it worse.” Successfully shoving him out the door, and before leaving she gave him a warm and soft smile. The door slammed soon after, he could still hear their bickering through his dazed and groggy state. Footsteps grew distant as they carried on down the hallway, voices muffled behind the walls in a way comforted Anthony. Compared to his home life he would wake up to his dad arguing with his mother or one the other family members that dropped by in the morning, he would slothfully fall out of bed knowing that the constant screech match wouldn’t end for an hour or maybe even longer on a bad day. Nonetheless, he drew comfort from the low conversation happening down in the next room. Laying on his side turned to face the door, not knowing if (y/n) was going to come back in with her bright smile, he could even go for a fake one. But, no matter what he tried to think of he kept emulating that bizarre man hovering over him with his overbearing and suffocating aura.

      Anthony was so in thought that he didn’t even realize his mind was drifting off to sleep, his body sinking into the soft linen warmed by his body heat in cased in the thick stacks of blankets. He entered REM sleep in a matter of seconds, Anthony was back at home sitting at the kitchen table in his childhood apartment. His mother rushing back and forth, like a chicken with her head cut off, she ran around preparing for tonight's dinner. My sister Molly sat in front of the t.v. watching a cartoon show, Niss was leaning on the wall, his heated gaze directed towards the door, waiting for someone. The sun outside was, so bright and cheerful compared to our bleak apartment, outside he could’ve sworn he heard children laughter mixed with shoes hitting against the hard cement. A narrator or a small voice enters the enclosed space of the kitchen, his mother unfazed from the new voice speaking. He didn’t notice it before, but the voice seemed to be talking like they were speaking for a while now. They sounded like a chorus of different people talking at the same time, so serene, but assertive? As the voices were speaking it slowly grew darker and rougher, increasing in strength and volume ‘til the point of static rang against my eardrum. His head burst from the high frequency of the many voices, this time they spoke separately making it hard to concentrate on a single non existent body. The pain got so unbearable to the point of grasping at his own head and trying to cover up anything that led to him hearing this ear shattering noise. But, as soon as it started it soon ended, leaving a sharp pinging noise in the air, his face was wet from tears that stung his freshly scratched cheeks. A thump of a door swung shut, his brother moved into the kitchen swiftly, dad traveling in behind him. Taking a seat right in front of Anthony, he avoided eye contact with his dad trying to gain his mom’s attention, but she glued her face to the floor not even looking to meet his gaze when setting the plate of food on the table. His dad’s gaze was directly on him, the voices started speaking up again, yet this time it was only one particular, familiar voce.

It was his own voice talking back at him.

       “Ya have to help her.” He automatically thought about his mother who gets hit every night by his father, but she died years ago. The dead don’t need our help anymore after they’re six feet under. “She needs your help, even if she feels safe.” He wasn’t following, he was mostly leering out the window, hating the freedom most people had when he was growing up. He listened to himself warn him, but something he said stuck out the most to him.

       “He’s never going to let her go, he’ll kill her once he’s satisfied with her companionship. But, the demon has the yearn to feed on flesh and will get his way. You need to be sneaky and clever or he will kill you. Just like the others.”

      The room fell in darkness, and he was surrounded by slippery stone walls. Looking up to the dark sky, rain water hit his face and he could barely see the outline of a silhouette peering over the walls of the cramped cylinder space. Anthony didn’t know why, but he called out for help, yelling til his throat was sore trying to yell over the loud rumbling of thunder. A bright flash of lightning flew across the sky, giving light to the figures' features and what he saw made him freeze in terror. What was supposed to be his eyes were clocks, his teeth were yellow and sharp, his mouth stretched out from ear to ear and his face looked like it was peeling from small creases of wrinkles. Flowing red and black hair soaked from rain pressed against his face, the man made his spine tighten. He couldn’t move, and what made his fear rise was his small chuckling, right then his head spun a full 360 and his limbs bent at weird angles as he slowly descended down the wall. He only stopped once situated, Anthony felt tears sting his face again, crying harder when he started moving directly towards him, and he hated the feeling of being trapped in this inescapable small and tight space. He was half way down, before he stopped again his smile growing even larger than what humanly could be done. The stretching of his skin left small bits chipping off and landing on his face, too afraid to even take his eyes away from the beast he kept the flesh on his terror stricken face. His mouth gaped open, strings of saliva stretched and fell and right when his gaping jaw was wide enough he let go of the wall allowing his disfigured body to fall straight towards him. His body was engulf in a warm encasing of hot flesh, turning his world dark once more.

      Anthony woke up with a jolt the adrenaline in his veins kept the pain at bay as he rushed to the otherside of the room, before going to the door swinging it nearly off its hinges. He darted down the hall, with tears rushing down his face. He needed somebody to be near him, right now even if he felt like a child in the process he wanted, no needed comfort. Warmth radiated from the kitsch as he turned to see a whole family sitting down for breakfast. Three kids stopped eating to stare back at him, (Y/n) shooting straight out of her chair, he could only hear static right now, but he could see her face full of concern written all over it. Yet, the only thing he could keep his attention on was that brunette with the ever stretching smile.

[snexy-the-snail]

FE FI FO FUM

It's come to my attention that fe fi fo fum isnt fully uploaded. So here you go complete story! @guiltydyslexicteen helped with this one <3))

Peter wasn't sure how he got talked into playing a game with Morgan but he wasn't going to complain too much, she was pretty cute after all. Besides, it was a good chance to associate the instinct with fun and safety. 

He liked his mentor and all but the first time he had been tucked away wasn't fun at all, actually, he had avoided Tony for a while after that. Even if he had been semi-okay with it at the time it still had given him a bit of a scare.

It definitely made him stay away from the avengers for the time being as well, he liked them and all but he wasn't too keen on being squashed down into their stomachs every three seconds. He wasn't sure what it was about him that screamed 'eat me' but it extended to the affected people on the streets as well,  which was utterly terrifying to be completely honest.

Currently he was sneaking around a giant house with Morgan, trying to avoid their giant da- to avoid Morgan's giant dad. Not his dad, Morgan's. 

"Fe fi fo fum, I'm gonna put you in my tum!" 

Man, Peter would never get over the silly voices Mr.Stark would do for Morgan, he found himself smiling as Morgan squealed quietly with laughter. 

"We gotta hide 'pidey!" Morgan whispers a bit loudly. Peter shakes his head fondly and just scoops the kid up making his way to hide under a cabinet. His spider-sense definitely made this game a lot easier, it was constantly thrumming under his skin, spiking when his mentor got a little too close for comfort.

"Alright Mo-mo we're hiding, do you think the giant will find us now?" He asks keeping his voice low. He had no idea if Mr.Stark could hear them or not but he wasn't going to take any chances. He'd like to win thank you very much. 

"Maybe, daddy is very good at finding," Morgan says playing with his hoodie strings. apparently, She didn't seem too bothered by the whole instinct happening, then again Mr.Stark probably had better control with her. He felt slightly jealous of her at first but figured it was better that she hadn't been scared by her dad.

"Maybe you'll win this time?" Peter suggests with a small smile, creeping around the corner to hide under the cabinet with Morgan still settled in his arms. He totally wouldn't have been able to do this without his powers. Though,  he probably would've still been hiding under the dresser.

"Nah, Daddy always wins, it's 'kay though cause it's super fun!" Morgan says grinning widely. Peter wanted to remind her that he wasn't exactly all human and could easily win if he tried, but his senses screamed at him and the floor started to vibrate. He nervously headed more under the cabinet for more shelter. There was no way his mentor had heard them...right?

He wasn't gonna lie, being on the floor when they were this small was terrifying. Anything could take them out, even the rumba. He loved that little robot but it wasn't fun when it tried to vacuum him up. 

Morgan giggles quietly. Peter noticed a pair of shoes slowly coming into view. Clearly, He and Morgan had very different viewpoints on this game. 

"Where could they be? Are they behind the bread?"  Tony asks loudly. Peter shudders slightly. He knew that tone, that was the 'I know exactly where you are' tone. Morgan was right,  Mr.Stark was pretty good at finding. Maybe it was that father's instinct? Either way, they were going to be found.

"Shh, he’s gonna find us," Morgan whispered loudly. Peter loved her, he did, but they desperately needed to work on her whisper voice. No wonder she always lost, she wasn't exactly the quietest kid to ever grace the earth.

-

Quietly, Peter stepped backward. One foot behind the other, he clutched Morgan like a teddy bear and reached the back cabinet leg. Nothing was stopping him from walking up it. Soon, they were both on the top underside of their temporary hiding space. Morgan's hair now in Peter’s face as he tried to reposition her. 

Meanwhile Tony stopped to smirk at their antics. Peter certainly made this game more entertaining for him. Not that Morgan made it boring, but when the other kid could freakin' detect him coming from a mile away, that added a twist for sure. Slowly and surely he turned to face the cabinet, twisting on his heels as he went. 

“Kids, you’ve outdone yourselves,” He knelt on one knee “hiding from the hungry giant in the kitchen.” He leaned down to peer under the cabinet, making a point of thoroughly investigating the floor. 

“I’d call that Irony genius guys, except… I'm pretty clever too.” He let his gaze drift upwards to both amused and terrified faces. Stuck to the ceiling, Peter gave a kind of grimace while Morgan happily waved at her father. 

“Hi Hungry giant!” She called “please don’t eat us! We’re just kids!”

“Oh, well you see. Children are my favourite snack.” Tony replied matter-of-factly “You’ll have to give me another reason.”

“We don’t taste very good!” Morgan reasoned.

“Yeah, Mr. Stark! We’ve been under this dusty cabinet the whole time!” Peter added while giving Morgan an encouraging nod. 

“Nice try! I know for a fact the Roomba can fit under there.” Tony responded playfully.

Tony’s hand reached under the cabinet and towards both of them. Peter tried and failed to scamper away, but Morgan had decided to become a ragdoll all of a sudden. It was a choice between dropping her or escaping. 

“Fe Fi Fo Fum! You kids can’t run!” Tony bellowed “At least not for long.” Soon he had a hand around the two, and Peter had decidedly not unstuck himself. Not wanting to hurt the kid, he tried another approach. Keeping one hand on top of them, he changed his grip and started to gently pull Morgan from his grasp. As soon as Peter knew what he was doing, he let go. The heap of kids landed in Tony’s palm. 

While Tony brought them up to his face, Peter readjusted to sit cross-legged, Morgan in his lap. 

“Noooooooooooo!” Peter called “Giant please let us go!”

“Yes! Please giant!” Morgan echoed.

“Aw, look at you two,” Tony smirked at them when they were level with his face “So cute! I could eat you up!”  

Before they could protest Tony plucked Morgan from Peter again and licked her. Peter cringed as she giggled. That’s one thing he couldn't get over, the licking, for some reason that was the weirdest part to him. 

Morgan was giggling like crazy, fitting in desperate pleas to be spared. None of them had any heart behind them though. Because really, she didn’t mind all that much. Being tucked away with her dad always made her feel safe, and it was always a bonus when Pete was there!

Eventually Tony let her have a breather before he finally put her in his mouth. Tony always treated her delicately, even more so than Peter. She was very fragile, and of course Tony knew it. Even if she wasn’t it wouldn’t have made a difference. Morgan was his kid and it was clear to anyone he loved her more than anything. 

Morgan sat in the darkness of her father's mouth. Pinned to the top. she couldn't move, and her breathing grew more rapid. Desperately trying to comfort his kid, Tony started lapping at her, but to no avail. When he was out of ideas he opened his mouth and took out his child. Holding her tightly, despite the slime. Tony stared in mute horror until she calmed down. Peter swung over to the hand holding her. 

“Daddy!” Morgan exclaimed between gasps for air “You forgot to let me crack my glow stick!”

Tony stood there computing for a second. 

SHIT

“Oh my god Honey I am so so sorry!” he loosened his grip on her “your glow stick, how could I forget” She started taking it out of her pocket. 

“Mo-Mo, you know monsters can’t get you when you're with Mr. Stark right?” Peter asked her 

“I know Petey! But the dark is still scary” 

“Why?” 

“I dunno, it just is” a frown crept onto her face 

“Kiddo, can you crack your glow stick?” Tony asked after a moment.  Morgan nodded and did what she was told. The blue light was barely noticeable in the brightness of the kitchen, but it was there. “Are you okay to go back?” Tony delicately questioned. Morgan nodded again and stuck the glow stick around her wrist. 

She was placed into his mouth and held once more, this time Tony swallowed. Peter watched the lump go down his throat and Tony trace it with his free hand. Peter crawled down Tony’s arm and leaped to his stomach, just in time for Morgan to arrive. Shivers ran down his spine when Tony swallowed thickly again. Morgan landed with an audible ‘oof’. 

Yep. Still unsettling. 

“You okay kiddo?” Tony softly asked as he put a hand beside were Peter was. He felt her push against him.

“I’m okay daddy!” She called back. 

“Oh. well, see, Spider-boy?” Tony made a grab at Peter but he yelped and dodged. “It’s not so bad” another grab and dodge “you just have to cooperate” on the third try he managed to grab the kid. “Wow you really are resistant today” 

Peter managed to squirm away from his grip and crawl onto the back of his hand. 

“It’s just not a top priority to end up in your gut Mr. Stark” Peter snarked back. 

Tony brought Peter up to his face and hugged him against his cheek. His beard lightly tickling Peter. He could feel Peter practically vibrating with nervous energy. 

As much as he hated making the kid anxious, he was damn well going to have to get used to it. ‘Cause that stupid voice in his head was really going off right now.

Eat

Him

Eat him

Eat him

Eat

Protect 

“You know you love it sometimes,” Tony’s smile could be heard through his words “not always, but sometimes ”

Peter wasn’t allowed to speak before Tony put him into his mouth. He was pinned to its roof and gently pushed around. His hair dampened by the saliva as he lay face down on the plush tongue.  He still found it gross, anyone would, but he would be a liar if he said it wasn’t calming coming from Mr. Stark. Eventually, the adrenaline died down and Peter stopped shaking. Tony gave him one last squeeze against the roof of his mouth. Comforted by the weird version of a hug, Peter eased his tense muscles as best he could. 

The deep swallow reverberated through Peter's mind as pressure was rolled onto his face and shoulders. Then his torso. Then his whole body. 

Squished in Mr. Stark's throat, Peter focused his mind on the booming heartbeat he drew closer to. When Tony first saved his life at Stark expo, he never imagined he’d be so close to his idol. 

Peter had to laugh at the fact he was now traveling down his gullet. Not even for the first time. 

Another tight ring rolled up his body after a second swallow from Tony.  Peter made a point of sticking to the ‘ceiling’, because as expected, Morgan was right in the landing zone. 

Frankly, all of it was landing zone, and Peter was meer inches away from Morgan from their perspective. Despite their proximity, Morgan narrowly managed to weasel out of the way. Peter dropped with a squelch onto the stomach floor. 

Peter went back to his cross-legged position, just barely able to sit up. He hoisted Morgan from leaning on his side to sitting in his lap. Tony started to rub at the both of them ever so gently. 

“Are you kids okay?” Tony asked. Morgan answered before Peter could compute the question.

“I’m okay daddy!” She called back, “ ‘pidey’s okay too” Morgan raised her glow stick hand to the slick flesh and pushed against it. Tony pushed back with one light finger. 

And with that, the spider-sense stopped tingling. The thrumming under his skin eased. The hair on his arms went down. Peter leaned back into the soft flesh. He let the noise of Tony’s body overpower his thoughts. 

“Pete? Kiddo?” Mr. Starks concern snapped Peter out of his haze. “I just want to hear from you, went limp”

“M-fine Mr. Stark” Peter replied “I’m just… I’m just tired”

“Alright Spiderling... I could use an afternoon nap” Tony patted at them “I just had a pretty hefty lunch after all” He started to stroke deep circles into their side. “Morgan, you okay in there? Are you going to nap too?” 

When she didn’t answer Peter looked down and tapped her shoulder.

Morgan had already fallen asleep. Lulled by the comforting sounds of her father all around and the security of both him and her unofficial brother holding her close. 

All Peter could think was 

Adorable. Tiny child is freaking adorable.

He could feel Tony start to tense around them both making their cramped space even smaller.

Stretching out his tired legs as far as he could Peter started to gently push at the muscle:

.- .-.. .-. . .- -.. -.-- / .- ... .-.. . . .--.

ALREADY ASLEEP

Peter adjusted Moran as he felt Tony’s body ease. He heard a mild chuckle as they both started to sway. Leaning back into the soft comfort that was Tony Freakin’ Stark's stomach, Peter clutched slumbering Morgan tight to his chest.  Gravity changed once more and Peter let his eyes drift closed.

Tony had sauntered over to the well-worn couch and sunk into the comforting cushions. Kneading at his stomach until he felt Peter's breath slow. Until he was confident Peter was asleep. His vision faded as he dozed off. Only awoken briefly when Pepper joined him on the couch. Together, the Stark family took an afternoon nap, in their weird unique  way. 

And as for the hungry giant

He was satisfied 

For now 

[nialledfromfics]

The Dating Game | Chapter Five 

~~

Joey wiggled her hips as she struggled to tug a sports bra over her head. Slipping her legs into the thin stretchy material of her workout leggings, she spun around to look at herself in the full length mirror that hung on the back of her bedroom door. She tucked her thumbs into the top hem of the leggings and yanked them up a bit further on her waist before grabbing a hair tie and throwing her red hair up into a high ponytail. Her cheeks rounded in a long exhaled puff of air and she picked up her running shoes from her closet floor before heading out of her apartment. 

It was just about 11am and she was off to meet her date that she had planned for that Saturday afternoon. His name was Luke and he was a local firefighter. And from his profile pictures that Joey had seen, quite good looking and in incredible shape. He seemed super keen on taking her for a short hike in a spot that he favored, and Joey was more than happy to oblige with his date recommendation. She definitely wasn’t much of a runner, or huge into exercising as a whole, but she was fairly active and enjoyed going on hikes and being out in the sunshine. It was a way to clear her mind and refresh her body after weeks of cleaning up after 5 year olds and stressing over lesson plans. 

Arriving at their designated meeting spot, Joey was more than relieved to see that Luke looked just as his pictures had proclaimed – even better in person, if that was humanly possible. He was built, like muscles over muscles built, and, surprisingly, he was already shirtless; his tanned, hairless skin glistening away in the midday sun. The only thing he was wearing was small bright red jogging shorts and a really expensive pair of running shoes. Joey stifled her giggle at the fact that the shorts he had on were smaller than anything she owned (or would wear) and spread taut across his front, showing off all of his assets. It was also apparent in the confident way that he was standing as she climbed out of her car to greet him, that he really had no shame in what God had given him. 

They shook hands and exchanged friendly hellos and Joey already had to wipe a trickle of sweat off the edge of her forehead from the heat before she tucked her keys and phone down into the zippered pocket of her fanny pack. With her HydroFlask hanging from her two fingers, Joey hooked her hands on her hips and eyed her date amusingly as he began to stretch his body in preparation for their hike. 

“You ready?” he asked her, plummeting into a full squat position. Her brown eyes widened and she choked back the laugh that wanted to escape. 

“Uh...sure!” 

Her date caught her stare as he started to lunge from side to side, his brows raising. “This is gonna be a tough hike,” he mumbled, rolling his neck, “think you can handle it?”

Joeys’ brows wrinkled. “Yeah, why?”

“No reason,” Luke said, hopping up to his feet and taking a swig of his water, “just don’t look like you work out much.” 

His lips pressed into a tight condescending smile and he spun around on the heels of his $200 sneakers and took off down the trail. Joey could feel her jaw nearly hit the ground at his comment as she watched him walk away, not a glance back or another word spoken. 

Strike one.

Determined to make the best of the situation she had voluntarily put herself in, she pulled in a deep calming breath and forced her feet to move so she could at least try to catch up with him. They hiked for a good hour, the trail not as bad as Joey had anticipated it would be, but also a bit more than she was used to. She held herself well in spite of wanting to gasp for air with every step, as she knew there was no way she was going to lead that man to believe she couldn’t handle it. The day had gotten significantly warmer, the sun moving overhead and beaming down on them like a spotlight following their every move and by the time they reached a stopping point, Joey wasn’t able to hide how out of breath she was. 

Resting their behinds up against a barrier of the overlook, they both quietly guzzled down some water. Joey’s eyes closed as her head tipped back, the coldness of the icy water a welcoming treat as a bit dripped down her chin. She wiped it away with the back of her hand before taking another big gulp. Neither said a word to the other as they took a break and collected their breath, Joey’s gaze spanning over the view in front of them. The quiet though wasn’t unfamiliar; Luke had barely said more than ten words to her since they had begun their hike. 

Joey tried asking him some questions about himself, only met with a few one word answers and Luke seemed about as interested in her as he was in gorging himself on an extra large pepperoni pizza. There was zero connection, and just about as much titillating conversation. With the silence filling their ears as they continued to rest for the moment, Luke cleared his throat. “If you want,” he spoke up, Joey looking over at him, “we can turn around and go back. It’s no big deal.” 

She smiled and waved him off, unscrewing the cap of her flask to take another swig of water. “No, no,” she assured him, “I’m good. Just need to take a second. Replenish all this gross sweat I'm losing.” Joey pushed out a laugh which made her cough a little from the lack of air already lost in her overworked lungs. 

Leaning over and resting her hands on her knees, she pinched her eyes closed as she pulled in slow deep breaths. She heard Luke take another sip of his water beside her. “You know,” he started again, “if you had a lower BMI count, I’d probably be easier for you to breathe right now.” 

Joey’s eyes popped open, and she furrowed her brow, slowly turning her head to peer over at him. “What?” she scoffed, narrowing her eyes, “How would you even know what my BMI count is…” 

He shrugged. “I can tell by looking at you,” he said, clicking his tongue in his mouth as he pushed off of the railing and perched his hands on his hips, “could stand to be lower.” 

Her lips parted, once more, and she watched in shock as he gave her a ‘let’s go’ nod and turned to continue their hike. 

Strike two.

There was no way on this God forsaken earth that Joey was going to give up. She was not about to let that man win-…whatever game it was that he was playing. So she stuck it through, two more hours of their uphill hike and three hours back down. And a total of twenty seven words spoken to her by her date. Might have been a record!

It was nearing 5pm by the time they made it back to Joey’s car and it was another excruciating bout of silence as they both stood there and gathered their breath. “So um…you live around here, right?” 

Joey wiped the sweat from her forehead as she pulled her keys from her fanny pack. “Yeah...just down the road, why?” 

“Thought maybe we could stop by your place to get some more water.” 

“....you can literally go to any store,” she replied, whipping her head around and pointing behind her, “there's a convenience store like half a mile from here.” 

He shook his head. “Can’t.”

“Can’t?”

“I’m zero waste.” 

Joey darted her eyes around. “Um...okay…”

“I don’t buy what I don’t need,” he huffed. 

“But you need water.” 

Luke held out his hand. “Look, can’t I just catch a ride with you and then fill up and then I’ll be on my way, I swear.” 

Pushing out a sigh, Joey ran her hand over the front of her damp hair. “Fine, whatever,” she gave in, rolling her eyes as she stepped around the back of her car to get into the driver’s seat. 

“Thanks,” Luke said, climbing into the passenger seat. 

The entire five minute ride back to her apartment was awkwardly quiet, and all Joey kept thinking about was how she was going to get Luke out of her house as quickly as he got in. She was hoping he would just refill his flask and leave, but something was telling her that his intentions weren’t just about water and Joey was not up for any of that. Besides, she was getting more and more anxious by the minute about going over to Niall’s for the first time and she still needed to take a shower and get ready. 

Joey tried to keep her cool as she watched her date use her water filtering system to fill up his water bottle, Luke stopping every so often to take a long sip and refill again. After he was done, the red haired girl got herself more water and they both stood in her kitchen as Luke continued to drink in silence. 

Joey glanced at the time that flashed on her stove. 5:23pm. Crossing her arms over her chest, she peeked back at Luke and gave him a tight lipped smile. “You were the one with that guy, weren’t you?” he asked her, the question coming out of nowhere and catching Joey off guard. 

Her brow buckled. “What? What guy?” 

“That, um, that singer guy,” he went on, leaning his shoulder against her fridge. “I saw some pictures online a couple days ago, you guys were drinking some smoothies or some shit.” 

“Oh,” Joey said, her hazelnut eyes going big. She had no idea there were pictures of them floating around on the internet. She definitely hadn’t seen them. “Um...yeah, that’s Niall. We’re just friends.” 

“Hmmm…”

“What?” she inquired, tilting her head slightly as she peered over at him. 

His shoulder lifted in a half shrug. “Nothing really, he just...didn’t seem to be looking at you like you were ‘just a friend’.” Luke took another swig of water. 

“I d-don’t…” Joey shifted slightly on her feet, stuttering over her words as what Luke had said swam through her head. “I don’t know what you mean…”

Luke laughed and shook his head. “It’s nothing, like I said.” 

“Okay…” Joey sighed out, dropping the subject as she stepped over to the cabinet closest to the fridge and grabbed a Nutrigrain bar from the shelf. She turned around and rested her bottom on the edge of the counter next to Luke, just about to open the package. 

“Oh you shouldn’t eat that,” Luke interjected. 

Joey’s fingers paused on the wrapper and she glanced over at him. “Excuse me?” 

He yanked the snack from Joey’s hands and read over the nutrition information on the label. “It’s full of sugar. And empty calories,” he continued, peering back over at Joey as he tossed the bar on the counter opposite of them. 

“And by the looks of you…” his eyes scaled the length of her body, Joey dropping her arms to her sides in utter disbelief, “I don’t think you need any more of that–”

Strike three.

“Are you kidding me?” she shrieked. But Luke just seemed to ignore her.

“–have you got any carrot sticks? Maybe some celery?” he asked, moving his body as he attempted to open her fridge. 

Joey plastered a spread hand to the refrigerator door and held it firmly closed. Furrowing his brow, Luke peered over at her. “No, I don’t,” Joey told him, “but… here’s an idea. Maybe you should go up to the store and grab some.” 

His stare darted confusingly over her face. “And like...not come back here. Ever,” she finished. 

“Are you serious?” 

“Do I look serious to you?” she shot back.

“Listen,” he started, attempting to laugh off the situation, “I’m just trying to be helpful.” 

Joey crossed her arms over her chest in a huff. “No, you’re not. You’ve been a dick all afternoon, making shitty ass comments to me, about my body and my health. I don’t even know you, dude.” 

“You should want someone like me in your life,” he said, “someone to keep you in line, you need it.” 

“Oh my God,” Joey grumbled with an eye roll, “get out.” She outstretched her arm and pointed towards the front door, but Luke didn’t budge. 

“Out!”

He shook his head. “Fine,” he retorted, holding up his hands as he stepped over to her front door. “Just letting you know, that singer guy? Niall? He won’t ever fuck you with a body like that.” 

Joey’s mouth dropped open in complete disbelief for the third time that day, a record she was sure and she just stared at her date in shocked silence as he smirked and walked out. She jumped as the door slammed behind him, her wide stare falling to the floor at her feet. Swallowing hard, she felt a twisting wretch up in her belly as she replayed what he had said over and over in her mind. Her eyes eased closed and she rubbed across the front of her face, determined to wipe away any negative thoughts that were insisting to cloud her head. She didn’t have time to dwell on it as she was supposed to be at Niall’s within the next couple hours, and she forced herself to shake off the comments and get herself ready.

•

Niall straightened the cheese board that sat in the middle of his kitchen table, Chris chuckling to himself as he watched his best friend fuss over some minute details that he normally wouldn’t give two shits about. Joey was due to arrive at any minute and Niall really wanted to make sure everything was in order. He didn’t know why he was being so particular, especially then, nerves maybe. Chris knew though, and it was definitely nerves. The kind of nerves that he had rarely seen in his friend as of late and he fought off his smile. “Mate, relax, everything’s fine,” Chris mumbled, his head tipping slightly as Niall slid the bottles of wine closer to the middle of the table. 

“I am relaxed,” Niall shot back, clearing his throat as he gave the table one last look-over. He perched his hands on his hips as he caught his friends stare, Chris lowering his chin in a quiet laugh. “Shut up, man,” Niall snided just as the doorbell rang. 

Carding his fingers through his hair, he pulled in a breath and slowly walked over to answer the door. Niall definitely didn’t want to seem eager, as if he was right there waiting for her, even though he practically was, so he took a second to gather himself, straightening out his shirt before finally allowing himself to open the door.

The radiant smile on her face could have lit up the night sky, and it all but knocked the breath from Niall. His blue eyes darted over hers for a moment and Joey bit at her lip to settle her ever-growing grin before she bounced inside and up on her tiptoes, swinging her arms around his neck. “Hi,” she very faintly whispered as if it was only for his ears and Niall chuckled at the thought as he tightly hugged her back. 

“Hi.” 

His eyelids fluttered closed when she squeezed her arms around him even more, his nose burying instinctively into the soft side of her hair, and Joey eased herself back a little letting her hands slowly slide off of his broad shoulders. They stood there again, quiet and held in a gaze, and Niall licked over his lips as the corner of his mouth tugged into a boyish grin. It made the butterflies go wild in Joey’s tummy, something she hadn’t felt in years. The sound of a throat clearing from the kitchen jolted them both from their entangling trance, and they glanced over to see Chris standing in the middle of the kitchen. 

He gave Joey a friendly wave. “Don’t mean to interrupt anything,” Chris joked, causing Joey to peek over at Niall and sheepishly lower her head. 

Niall watched as she fiddled with the strap of her bag and carefully tucked some hair behind her ear before she slid her stare back up to his friend. Smiling at her again, Niall was nearly lost in the sight of her before he shook his head at himself for forgetting his manners. “Oh...um, sorry,” he said, leading Joey into the kitchen by the small of her back. “This is me housemate, and best friend, Chris.” 

Joey shook his hand. “Hi, Chris, nice to meet you.”

“Good to meet you, too, finally,” he said, “Niall’s told me a lot about you.” 

“Oh really?” Joey said, raising her brows as she glanced over at Niall who was next to her, “well...he does like to talk shit so…” 

Chris laughed, giving Niall an approving nod. “That’s very true, Joey. He’s a shit talker.” 

Niall rolled his head along his shoulders. “Ha Ha,” he huffed out, his voice laced with sarcasm, “ya’ll are so funny, huh.” 

A fit of laughter broke out between the three of them before Joey took a few more steps further into the kitchen. She noticed the array of cheeses, meats, crackers, fruit, three bottles of wine and lit candles that were intricately spread out over the table. She had never seen anything so elegant. “Holy shit,” she blurted out, looking over at Niall as the two guys stepped closer, “this is incredible, Niall!” 

He proudly shoved his hands down into the pockets of his jeans, and gave the young woman a lowly shrug. “Yeah I was gonna cook somethin’, but I wasn’t really sure what you’d be up for, so I thought this,” he paused to point at the arrangement on the table, “would work.” 

Chris, having shuffled over to the opposite side of the table, stayed silent as he curiously shot his stare between the two of them, watching Joey’s eyes light up as she peered over at Niall. He knew Niall had never gone this far for anyone on a ‘non-date’ date, and he could tell by the look on Joey’s face, that she was beyond appreciative that he would even go to those lengths for her. A rosy blush began to fill Niall’s cheeks, and he smiled over at Joey. “Well, I’m definitely not picky,” she told him, “and to be honest, this is perfect for watching a movie, so give me, like, an hour and all of this will be gone.” 

Niall tipped his head back in a raucous laugh as Joey shrugged off her jacket, laying it on the back of one of Niall’s kitchen chairs. “Would you like some wine?” Niall then asked her.

She smiled at him. “I’d love some.” 

Stepping away to grab some wine glasses from the cabinet, Niall returned to the table to uncork a bottle of Merlot. “I have to say,” Joey remarked as her eyes danced around the large space of his open kitchen and adjacent den, “your house is gorgeous, Niall.” 

“Thanks,” he chuckled, carefully pouring them each a glass of wine. 

“Never been up in this area before.” 

His stare caught hers as he handed her a half filled glass. “The Hills?” he asked.

Joey shrugged. “Well, not this far in any way. It’s really beautiful.”

Niall handed Chris a glass. “Yeah, it’s a pretty nice place to live.” 

“Uhh, considering the apartment I live in, I would say so,” Joey snickered and held out her glass of wine. The two men took the hint and joined her in a small cheers before they all took a sip. Lightly licking the remnants off her lips, Joey slipped her fingers through the side of her hair and flipped it over her shoulder as she gently cleared her throat. “So, Chris,” she said, catching his attention, “what do you do?”

“I own a bar,” he answered, taking a sip of his wine. 

Joey’s eyes went big. “Ohh, so you’re the friend that owns the bar!” She glanced over at Niall who was next to her and his shoulders shook in a light chuckle.

Chris gave her a nod. “Yup.”

“That’s awesome, Niall didn’t tell me that was you.”

“I’m sure he’s got better things to talk with you about than me,” Chris replied, flicking his stare over at Niall. Niall rolled his lips into his mouth before taking a drink of his wine, surely to suppress the smile that wanted to invade them. 

Joey looked back over at Niall, a smile on her own lips. She was beyond trying to fight it at that point. “Do you get to drink for free?” she curiously asked him. 

“Oh no, I wouldn’t do that to him,” Niall said, shaking his head as he peeked down at the red wine in his glass, “I’d run his fuckin’ bar into the ground.” 

They all laughed as Niall went on. “I’m a good friend, I pay for me patronage.” 

“Well that’s good!” Joey agreed. 

“But hey,” Chris interjected, Joey shifting her attention to him, “anytime ya come in, just let me know and I can hook ya up.” 

“Seriously?” she said, her voice rising a bit, “Are you kidding me?” 

Chris shook his head. “Nope, not kiddin’ you at all.” 

Niall kept his eyes glued to Joey, watching a big cheesy grin spread over her face. “You are like my new best friend,” she joked to Chris, causing him to laugh. She turned to Niall and reached out, barely resting her fingertips at the crook of his bent elbow. “Awkward question but, where’s your bathroom? All the nerves I had on the way over here, I feel like I’m gonna pee my pants at any second.” She giggled. “Charming, I know.” 

Niall shook his head in a low chuckle before twisting his body slightly and pointing down the short hallway just behind the kitchen. “Right around the corner, there.” 

Joey grinned, her touch slipping from Niall’s arm and she set her glass down on the table in front of her. “Thanks, I’ll be right back.” 

Watching as she left the room, Niall turned his head to look back over at Chris, taking a sip of his wine as he raised his brows. “Mate…” Chris mumbled under his breath, giving Niall an approving nod. 

Niall pulled in a deep breath. “I know, right?”

“I can see why ya fancy her, dude,” Chris went on, “she’s cute, funny. Seems crazy sweet.” 

“She is, she’s-…yeah, she is,” Niall said, glancing down at the toes of his white trainers. 

“I think she likes ya, too.” 

Niall shot his gaze back up to his friend, wrinkling his brow slightly. “No, no way, she doesn’t.” 

“Mate, believe me,” Chris continued, conscious to keep his voice low so they wouldn’t be overheard, “she did the Arm Touch.”

Niall scoffed. “The what?”

“When she asked ya where the bathroom was, she did the classic Arm Touch. Ya know like inside the elbow. That wasn’t a friendly touch,” Chris explained, raising his brows, “that was a ‘I wanna get naked and see your willy’ touch. 

“You’ve gone and fuckin’ lost the plot, mate,” Niall chuckled, taking a big gulp of his wine.

Chris rolled his eyes. “Trust me here, okay, and she literally just said she was nervous on the way over here, why the fuck else would she be nervous if she didn’t like you like that? Or at least wanna get in your pants.” 

Niall shrugged. “I dunno,” he paused, his mind fumbling as he tried to come up with an excuse. Any excuse. Anything to explain why Joey didn’t like him like that. Nothing he could come up with seemed good enough. “Maybe she just...didn’t know what to expect or somethin’.” 

“Hmm, yeah, okay, bro…” Chris muttered sarcastically just as Joey walked back into the room, adorned with the sweetest, and most oblivious, smile on her lips. 

•

After finishing up almost two whole bottles of wine and nearly smashing the entire charcuterie board while chatting, Chris excused himself and went upstairs, leaving Niall and Joey alone for the first time that night. They grabbed the last bottle of wine that was on his kitchen table and headed into Niall’s living room. Joey peered around the large room, catching a glimpse of the grand piano in the corner, her mind wondering if she would ever get to hear him play as Niall led them around to the enormous couch. 

“This is the biggest couch I have ever seen,” Joey mumbled as she sat down on the one side across from the large TV that hung above the fireplace. She giggled, the workings of the alcohol already in full affect as she looked up at Niall, watching as he set the bottle of wine on the coffee table and picked up the remote. He laughed at her comment as he clicked on the TV and took the time to refill their glasses. Handing one to Joey, he gave her a lopsided smirk before he lowered the lights, switched on Netflix and plopped down right next to her on the couch. 

Joey pulled in a slight breath, attempting to settle the flutters that had suddenly come alive in her lower belly as Niall slumped his body further into the sofa, making himself comfortable. He was sitting so close to her that she could feel his thigh just barely brushing up against hers and she peeked down, scraping her teeth across her bottom lip as his legs spread even further apart. 

His skin felt hot, the copious amount of wine having already taken over his system as he scrolled through the Netflix screen to set up the movie, Joey quietly sipping on her drink. Niall hit play and tossed the remote back on the table, his hand coming to rest on the top of his thigh. Looking over at Joey, her delicate features were highlighted by only the glow of the TV screen, and her cheeks ruddy with what Niall could only assume was the lushness of her drink. Her chest tightened as his heavy lidded eyes swam over hers, the air around them growing denser by the second before Niall gave her a goofy smile, his attempt to break up the bit of silence that had crept in. The young woman burst into a fit of giggles, tucking her face down into the cup of her hand and Niall was pleased with himself, getting that cute reaction out of her was easily the best part of the night so far. 

Regaining her composure as best as she could considering the level of red wine flowing in her bloodstream, Joey took another long sip and shifted her body, nonchalantly leaning into him a little more. Niall felt the heat of her arm resting softly against his own, and he swallowed hard before bringing his glass to his lips and gulping back the last of his wine. 

The movie had the two of them consumed for a good twenty minutes, by that time the wine had really gotten to Joey’s head and she was beyond what she would consider buzzed. Leaning herself forward, she set her empty wine glass on the table in front of her. “You want another?” Niall asked her.

Joey shook her head and waved her hand as she slumped back into the couch. “Oh no, thank you, I’m feeling pretty good right now. Any more would probably be too much.” 

Niall chuckled and bent forward to place his empty glass next to Joey’s. “Yeah, same actually. Crazy how wine hits ya so much different than beer.” 

She turned her head to look at him. “That is wild, huh?” Raising a brow, Niall nodded his head. “Chris seems really cool, by the way,” she continued, just needing to hear his voice again. There really was something about Niall’s voice; it melted over her, through her, and left her feeling more intoxicated than any amount of alcohol she could consume. 

“Yeah, he is,” Niall said, sinking deeper into the sofa as he kicked off his shoes and rested his socked feet up onto the edge of the coffee table. “Great guy. Known him me whole life, pretty much.” 

Joey took the time as Niall spoke to pull off her own shoes and she tucked her feet up beside her on the cushion, her body naturally nestling up against the side of him. He tensed up for a split second, and before she even knew what was happening, Niall pushed out a heavy breath and had moved his arm out from between them, slinging it around her shoulders. A slinky heated buzz started to swirl in her head at his touch, nearly matching that of what was going on in Niall’s own head, and she smiled to herself as she used the opportunity to snuggle further into him. “So, you guys grew up together?” she then asked him, not wanting the conversation to end. 

“Yeah, back in Ireland,” he went on, his accent edging on a roughness as the intoxication started to spread through him, “we went to school together, lived close to each other and stuff. We both moved here to LA for different reasons years ago, which is kinda nuts, if ya think about it…but it worked out. In the end. I had this big ol’ place and he needed somewhere to stay while startin’ up his bar downtown so…” 

“So you just decided to be a good friend and help him out?” 

He shrugged, peering down at her. “I guess so.” 

“Well, I think that’s pretty awesome that you can help your friends out like that.” 

“I do what I can.”

A soft smile etched across her lips and Joey reached up, grabbing around his bearded chin with her fingers and gently wiggled his face back and forth. “You’re such a good guy, Niall,” she teased in a sweet little voice. Niall’s heart nearly skipped a beat as he stared down at her, seeing the sparkle in her hazelnut eyes, intensified from the alcohol he was sure but he was hoping it was more for him than anything. He couldn’t fight the grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth while looking at her, nor could he fight the blush that heavily invaded his cheeks. Joey fondly giggled at his reaction.

Sliding her hand back down to her lap, Joey noticed the slight tickle at her upper arm where Niall was absentmindedly fiddling with the material of her top with his fingers. She thought it was cute and it may have sent tiny shivers down her spine. “Um, so, I’m not sure I wanna ask this,” Niall then spoke up, clearing his throat a bit, “but, uh...I guess I’m just curious...how your date went earlier?” 

Joey let out a long annoyed groan, her head falling back onto Niall’s bicep as the thoughts of her awful date came back to her. She had forgotten all about him by that point. Rolling her eyes, Joey quickly sat her body up. “Holy fuck, you would not believe this guy, Niall.” 

Niall snorted at her avid enthusiasm, his eyes going big as he watched her twist her body slightly to face him and use both her hands to tuck her red hair behind her ears. “What happened?” 

“Total fucking douchebag, worse date I’ve been on yet.” 

Niall raised his brows. “Damn, worse than Puke Boy?” 

She pursed her lips. “A thousand times worse than Puke Boy.” 

“Shit, Jo,” he muttered, the use of her nickname not getting lost on Joey. Her eyes fluttered a bit as Niall reached up and slowly carded his fingers through his dark hair, her stare following his every move. She shook her head to bring herself back down to earth. 

“Yeah, he really had the audacity to say, more than once mind you, that I was out of shape,” she continued, the words coming out a mile a minute as she watched Niall’s mouth silently fall open, his eyes darting over her face in complete shock. “That he knew my BMI count was too high just by looking at me and he was picking on what I was eating and he even said that you would never–”

She had almost said it. She almost didn’t catch herself and Joey sat with her lips parted, the words just hanging there like an autumn leaf barely holding onto its branch. Her eyes went wide and flicked over Niall’s as his brows slowly pulled in. 

“I-...me?” Niall said, a puzzled look pulling at his face, “I would never...what? Wait, how does this guy know me?” 

Joey pushed out a defeated sigh, her gaze dropping to her lap. “Uh, I guess there were some pictures of us taken the other day when we were out getting smoothies? I don’t know, I’m not sure, I didn’t see them but supposedly he saw them and...he mentioned you to me.” 

The corners of his lips turned down. “What’d he say?” 

Joey bit at the edge of her mouth, tilting her head slightly as she looked back up at him. “Nothing really…” she mumbled, trying to play it off. She really wasn’t sure if she even wanted him to know. 

Niall laughed. “What? You can’t tell me? Is it a secret?”

Joey rolled her eyes in a huff at his joke and leaned her shoulder into the couch, right up against where Niall’s arm was still laid along the back cushion. “He was just saying-...he made some stupid comment after I yelled at him to get out of my house–”

“He was in your house?” Niall squeaked out. 

“He talked me into letting him come over to refill his Hydroflask,” Joey scoffed under her breath, realizing just how stupid it sounded as it came out of her mouth. 

Tossing his head back onto the couch in a laugh, Joey budged his side with her palm. “Shut up!” 

Niall rolled his head over to peer at her, the tip of his tongue just barely sliding over his lips. “So, what’d he say?” he asked Joey again, his voice low. 

Joey nervously combed her fingers through the side of her hair. “He was just running his mouth. Saying that I wasn’t...pretty enough for you and that you wouldn’t...you know…”

His eyes narrowed. “I wouldn’t what?” 

Joey tilted her chin down slightly and peered at Niall through her lashes. “You’re really gonna make me say it?” Niall continued to stare at her and she let out another sigh. “That you wouldn’t ever...have sex with me.”

Niall’s chest tightened. “He really fuckin’ said that to ya?” he then shot back with a furrowed brow.

“Yeah,” Joey chuckled, “among other things.” 

Lifting his head up from the couch, Niall shifted his gaze up to the TV screen. He had gone noticeably quiet, his jaw clenching and Joey slumped her shoulders in low exhale, reaching out to faintly tap him on the top of his thigh. “He was just being an asshole, trying to piss me off or whatever, it’s really not a big deal–”

“You don’t think that way do ya?” Niall asked, cutting her off as he looked back over at her. “That you’re not...pretty enough to be with me?” 

Darting her eyes over his, Joey swallowed hard at his question. “I mean...I dunno.” 

“ ‘Cause it’s not true,” Niall went on, his brows raising as he spoke, “not one fuckin’ bit. Darlin’, you are absolutely gorgeous, I knew that from the moment I laid eyes on ya. There’s nothin’ wrong with you. And to talk about your body that way, to say I would never-...” he paused and shook his head, “you’re body is incredible, okay, and that guy is a fuckin’ dick.” 

Her breath had caught in her throat at his words, sliding past her ears like the dizzying hum of bumble bees in the dead heat of the summer. She didn’t know what to say, how to respond and as his eyes soaked into hers, she could feel the fire rise to the rounds of her cheeks. Joey tipped her face down. “Now you’ve gone and made me blush,” she whispered, biting off her smile. 

Niall smirked. “Payback for all the times you do it to me.” Squeezing her eyes shut in the cutest giggle he had ever heard, Niall felt a calm sweep over him as he watched her. She had that power over him, whether she knew it or not. 

“Thanks, for saying that,” Joey said, reaching up to flick her hair off her shoulder, “I needed to hear that after what happened today.” 

“I’m just tellin’ ya the truth, love,” Niall said with a playful quirk of his brow. “You could get any guy ya wanted.” 

“Yeah...I wish,” Joey snorted, moving her body so she was once again curled up against Niall.

A low laugh rumbled from his chest as his arm curled back around her. “And they’d be fuckin’ lucky as hell.” 

Leaning her cheek into the crook of his armpit, Joey pulled in a deep, becalming breath and lazily slung her arm over his middle. She felt content with him, warm and comfortable. “You’re nice to cuddle,” she muttered, her eyes wanting nothing more than to ease closed.

“I’ve been told many times that I’m a fantastic cuddler,” Niall remarked.

“You’re all warm, and you smell good.” 

Niall chuckled. “I’ve been told that too.” 

Joey gently hummed out as she felt Niall start to delicately play with the ends of her hair, softly twisting them around his finger tips and combining them through. Leaning his face down, he dragged his nose over the top of her head. “You smell good too,” Niall whispered. 

She smiled against him. “I did take a shower before I came over.” 

“Oh well, that’s always a plus.” 

They both giggled and Joey turned her head slightly to peek up at him. His gaze locked on hers. “I like that we can be like this and it’s not weird, ya know?” she said, her words ebbing on incoherent and a delicate softness in her tone that sent waves of heat exploding all the way to the tips of his toes. The fact was that Niall hadn’t felt anything like that in so long, longer than he could remember and there was no way he was going to let her find out. He was a 26 year old man, unrequited love between friends was not something he was willing, or ready, to admit to. 

Niall smiled down at her as Joey snuggled in deeper. “Yeah me too.”

•

The movie had ended and Joey hadn’t moved. In fact, Niall hadn’t felt her move in quite awhile and suspected that she had actually passed out with her body cuddled into him. But she was cozy, and soft and felt perfect up against him like that and he almost didn’t want to wake her. He sat there for a bit in the quiet of his living room, with her shallow breaths puffing out against his chest and her hand tucked in by the side of his waist, contemplating what he should do. If he woke her up, would she be too drunk to drive? He didn’t want to send her home in an Uber at 2 in the morning by herself, and he definitely wasn’t in the right state to drive her himself. He settled on there being only one option left. 

She had to stay. 

Running his hand through his hair and down the front of his face, Niall huffed out a readying breath. He was going to have to force himself to get up, he really didn’t want to, he wanted to stay right there with her, snuggled up and cozy, but she needed to lie down, have some proper sleep. As did he. Lifting his chin to peer around the top of her head, Niall took a moment to decide his best plan of action before he carefully slid her arm from his torso and started to shift his body off the couch. 

Joey grumbled a bit, but still heavily passed out, upon feeling Niall move out from under her and gently cradling her body, he laid her down on the sofa right where he had been sitting. Snatching a fuzzy blanket from the other end of the couch, Niall covered her up before softly brushing her red hair off the side of her face. Her skin was smooth and warm against his fingertips, and he was nearly shaking as his touch dragged lightly over her temple. She looked so peaceful lying there like that with her face half smooshed into the cushion and her hair fanned out across her back. She was so beautiful it made an ache knot up in Niall’s chest. A good ache, the kind of ache that rarely happened and that he knew he should fight off for the sake of his own heart, but he didn’t know how, or if he even could. The thought made him breathe out a smile and he picked up the remote from the coffee table to turn off the TV. 

Hooking his hands on his hips, Niall had fully prepared himself to head to his bedroom to sleep, but it was only then as he was staring down at her; watching her pouty lips having fallen to a part and her body curled up under a blanket on his couch, did he decide that he couldn't leave her out there in the room alone. Niall quietly shuffled over to the other side of the large sofa and picked up another blanket that was folded on the edge of the armrest. He grabbed a pillow from the one end and tossed it towards the middle of the L shaped couch, closer to where Joey was, and laid himself down, wrapping up in the warmth of the fuzzy chenille blanket. 

It wasn’t long before Niall had closed his eyes and nestled his face into the pillow, the soft melodic sounds of Joey’s breathing helping to lull him to sleep. 

[starlightnakamoto]

She Knows • Yuta Nakamoto

Member: Yuta X Reader

Genre: angst / fluff / smut / slow-burn / mystery

Warnings: Language, Drugs, Alcohol/Cigarette Use

Summary: You needed to find a way to raise money to find somewhere to stay. Little did you know it had to be through becoming a stripper at the biggest club in town, owned by the ceo himself. He’s not only a ceo though. Only at night he was.

A/N: remember to stay safe!! here’s ch. 4 <3

Chapter 4

“You must be new here. I’m Ten”, he smiled with glee and stuck out his hand.

Another charming boy that had given you goosebumps.

You could tell he had been mustering up the courage to introduce himself since he sat next to you and you found yourself beaming inside.

Somebody actually treated you like someone since you got here.

You shook his hand. “H-Hi. I’m Y/N”, you softly spoke, smiling back.

He gave you the most memorable smile, probably the most calmest he’s been since his entertaining entrance right up until—

“Did you see how Yuta had snapped at that new dancer? I feel bad for her”, you had heard whispers & laughs from nearby peers giving you looks.

Your mood was starting to go down again but Ten didn’t let that happen.

“Rosé you should feel bad for your breath. It probably stinks from all the shit you be talking about”, he immediately snapped back, being rewarded with laughs, including yours.

For those who have been here, they knew not to mess with this guy.

You had loved him already.

She had then stayed quiet from embarrassment and Ten focused back his attention to you.

“Sorry love what did you say was your name again?”, he commented while criss-crossing in front of you.

He had a unique accent.

“Y/N”, you said going back to smiling.

“Right Y/N! Well welcome! I haven’t been here that long either but I’ve waited long enough to finally find someone decent here to talk to. Also don’t worry about those girls trust me.”, he rambled on, comforting you by playing with your hands.

He started to tell you intellect about the people so far in the room and there goes the name that captures your interest again.

“And that’s Yuta. Yeah everyone’s all over him.. so was I at one point.. maybe. He’s hot shit what can I say? But also a man of hard work.. and secrets from what I heard.. not sure what that means haha”, he had said while you giggled & started to scan the room to find the man with angel hair again.

You kept staring as he was helping dancers with moves in the front. Almost a little more and his eyes had layed on yours again. Fuck.

You had quickly turned your vision back to Ten & you snapped back to reality hearing him say with a pout “Y/N?”.

“Oh yeah sorry. Just zoned out but I did hear you don’t worry”, you said feeling your cheeks burn up.

“Ah don’t worry about it. Guess that’s the effect Yuta has on everyone”, his smile was light as he shrugged.

“W-what? Yuta? Oh no fuck him really. He snapped at me. Sent me back here.. please he’s yours“, you denied his words.

“No way have him. I can see the way you look at him, practically eye fucking him”, he smirked while teasing you. You had just met this man and he already can read you so well.

You kept getting flustered and playfully hit him telling him to stop.

—

Ten then continued with the tea on more of the people in there over the next days of you guys practicing & hanging out in the dance studio.

You had made a friend & that was the best thing that had happened since you came here.

“Lisa, a total bitch stay away from her and her uneven bob. And best for last, the angel from the skies Johnny Suh”, he turned red saying his name and patted his heart.

“Oo someone’s in love”, you cooed. This man was so entertaining to talk to.

“That tall hunk is gonna be mines one day, I’m calling it. Not to mention we have hung out a few times before..”, he trailed off.

“And what did those hangouts consist of?”, you questioned playfully, enjoying the daily talks you’ve had with your awesome friend.

“Okay we fucked a few times.. but I’m gonna get his number and find my way to finally making it official..”, he had said holding your hand & lowering his voice, staring down.

“Ten oh my god.. dude go for it!! Don’t just keep playing around”, you playfully punched him.

“I will, I will. You should get Yuta’s too.”, you guys started to grab your bags to head out as the final rehearsal had ended.

Tomorrow was show night. 8:30 pm.

“What? Nah I’m good seriously. He’s obviously busy with other dancers & probably forgot about me since I came here”, you shaked your head.

“Are you kidding? No way I can see the way he looks at you whenever I see him look at you. And trust me, he really looks.”

“What? You never told me he does?!”

“Because I wanted to surprise you hehe. Yea I’ve seen him look our way at times and he does stare at you when we practice the moves or when we leave the room after rehearsals.”, Ten calmly said while taking sips of water, knowing his words were making butterflies burst in you.

You felt yourself smile as you & Ten were gonna head your way out but then stopped a bit before the door.

Everyone else had left but Yuta came back to pack his things.

The tension in the air was fucking real.

“Oo shit. This is your move go talk to him Y/N!!”, he squealed, pushed your shoulder lightly.

Yuta was not that faraway in the hollowed room, just getting his things & bag.

“Listen I’m fine let’s just go—“, you anxiously grabbed Ten’s shirt trying to make your way out.

“No no this is your moment! Go get your mans. I’ll see you later Y/N!”, he emphasized your name, grabbing Yuta’s attention while he left you two alone.

Yuta had snapped out of his world & his head lifted up knowing it was just you across the room.

His eyes full of deep brown met yours.

It was just the two of you left now.

You stopped in your tracks, holding onto your bag for dear life as your eyes wouldn’t let go of his.

Almost saying all the words you wanted to say but never got to. All for someone who had only met not too long ago.

You sort of liked this though.. finally getting to be with him in the same room and no one else to ruin that.

It’s like you both finally got what each other has been waiting for without words to speak.

The moment broke though. You had moved one step back, leaning against the shelf behind you and a bunch of dance shoes had fallen over.

“Fuck”, you muttered to yourself. You felt flushed & embarrassed as the clusters of shoes fell down. Way to go Y/N.

You put your bag down & crouched to fix the mess you had made while you heard footsteps approach you.

Shit shit shit.

“T-That’s fine don’t worry I’ll fix it”, his voice bringing comfort to you even with a bit of a nervous tone in it.

“No it’s my mess I’ll do it”, you avoided meeting eyes just trying to fix the mess you made.

“No seriously I’ll—“, he paused meeting your eyes & flushed cheeks.

You both were now inches apart in a cluster of shoes, practically breathing each others air.

He smelled of cigarettes & nice cologne.

No words was said. You both just got quiet & finished cleaning up the mess.

After putting the last bit of shoes back, he broke the silence.

“I-I never got your name”, he softly spoke, putting his hands in his pockets of his grey sweats.

“Didn’t know you’d need it”, you stood up & snapped without meaning to.

After all you didn’t let go of that one time. What a great first impression he made then forgot about me for a few days.

“Sorry about the other day. I was just doing my job I really felt bad & I never got to introduce myself properly cause I felt like you hated me —“,

“Y/N. My name’s Y/N. Maybe I did hate you.. but you could be forgiven”, you interrupted as a small smile was coming over your tough exterior.

You still wanted to play hard but you just wanted this tension to be over.

The biggest glow came over his face almost like the rain clouds had finally gone away.

That golden smile.

“Y/N. C-Cool. I’m Yuta. That’s what everyone calls me by”, his hand covered in multiple rings reached out to shake yours.

You shyly reached out for his hand but did so anyways.

“Hi Yuta”, you giggled a bit as your hands were greeting each other.

“Hi.. Y/N”, he laughed while nodding his head, glad he had finally got to know the name of the girl that would change it all for him.

“So.. am I forgiven?”, he said above a whisper while taking a step closer into you as your breathing stopped.

You observed his beautifully sculptured face, your eyes making it’s way from his pool brown eyes to his pink, full lips.

He knew the effect he had on you already.

“Hmm.. I’ll let you know next time we meet. See you around.. Yuta”, you smirked walking past him, brushing against his exposed arms.

Being smart, you didn’t wanna rush things so you left him wanting more and you fucking loved it.

Everything was only starting.

ch. 1, ch. 2, ch. 3, ch. 4, ch. 5

[arazialotis]

Give it Time - Part 2

Pairing: Eventual DeanxReader, SamxReader

Word Count: Around 2900

Summary: Months have gone by since the boys lost their beloved Y/N to Zachariah. She was transported to another world. That’s all they had to go on. But now that Y/N has been returned, she struggles to recall any memories of her past with the Winchesters, and the ones she does remember seem to conflict with reality.

Part 1

Warnings: Language

For me, this is just a hobby, coping skill, and a way to get silly fantasies out of my head. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!,

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The pillow that engulfed you may as well have been a magnet, pulling you in deeper and protesting against the morning. Though you hadn’t had a drop, your head spun with a grogginess only a hangover could produce. Afraid and unsure of what reality you’d wake to, of which one you wanted to wake to, sleep seemed the better alternative. Pending consciousness became increasingly hard to deny. Sheets that were not your own rubbed against your skin and without seeing your surroundings you knew you were still in this foreign world. 

When protesting the day was no longer relevant, you forced yourself to meet it. Sitting up and taking in the cold room around you, the shock of yesterday lingered. In a single moment, the world had tipped upside down and your dreams had become reality. Well, not all the dreams, some twisted version. Give it time, immerse yourself in the world, find your place, and remember. 

To do so, you’d actually have to leave your room. The bunker was still and quiet. Your feet padded on the chilled floor to the kitchen. You riffled through the fridge and cupboards but were left unsatisfied at the selection. There was a fresh pot of coffee on, but the thought churned your stomach. Nerves won over hunger. 

Something shuffling in the library caught your attention. You went to investigate. A smile crept over your lips upon seeing Sam with his nose stuck in a book. It was the way things should be. You sat down opposite of him, the sound of the chair scuffing the ground pulling him from the trance. 

“Oh.” He coughed and stood up to formally address your presence. “How did you sleep?” Once his shock dissipated, he realized his stance did not match yours and sat back down. 

“Fine.” You nodded, unsure of what else to say. 

“I made coffee.” He eagerly offered. 

But you shook your head and politely declined. “I’m okay.” He cleared his throat again, wanting to know if anything came back but afraid to ask. 

The awkward silence got to you, as did his gaze. “I.. um.. Maybe, if you don’t mind, you could uh, take me for a tour.” 

“Yeah!” He jumped up with a little too much enthusiasm, and toned it down. “I mean. Yeah. I could do that.” “Cool.” You followed his lead. 

In all honesty, the tour droned but you were thankful to have his lingering eyes off you. With sincerity, you did ask questions to learn more about this place. But a wintery, hollow feeling remained. Memories didn’t spark nor did feelings of belonging or attachment. 

“Well. That’s about it…” Sam wrapped up before a small chuckle. “Unless you want to see the garage.” 

Finally, a tug. “I’d love to.” He furrowed his brow at your unexpected response. “Really? Oh, okay.” He led you through steel double doors to a room shining with glossy exteriors. 

“There she is.” You beamed, running ahead of Sam to the Impala. 

Your hand caressed the pristinely waxed hood of the car as you drew closer peering inside the window. Cassettes and magazines were kept neatly in a box on the passenger's side. A necklace dangled from the rearview mirror and a package of unfinished licorice sat in the middle of the bench. 

“Can I?” You asked Sam for permission. 

“Of course.” He held out his hand encouraging you. 

You went for the handle of the back seat, the door creaked open and you slid in. Sam waited outside but shut the door behind you. Closing your eyes, you leaned your head against the back and breathed in. A musky scent warmed you finding in it the hint of leather, licorice and gunpowder. With a peaceful sigh, you laid down across the bench, imaging the vibrations rumbling through you. This was it. This felt like home. 

Sam hid his disappointment, seeing you had more of a reaction to a car than him. He chuckled. “Should I leave you two alone?” 

“Oh my gosh.” You moaned as if coming down from a high. “Would Dean totally kill me if I snuck out for a joy ride?”

“I…” Sam contemplated. “I think he would be a lot more comfortable in the driver’s seat.” He noticed the disappointment on your face as you shimmied out of the back. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you on the road soon enough.” 

You followed Sam out of the garage, glancing back at her as you went, stopping before you fully exited. “Sam? Was I a hunter?” You had naturally assumed but had nothing to confirm. 

He laughed as if it were obvious. “The most kick-ass one ever.” You blushed from his admiration. “Shut up.” You scuffed your shoe against the ground. 

“I’m serious. Rather cross a hungry pack of vamps than you any day.” He turned back to the bunker and you followed inside. “Though we won’t test it ‘til you get your feet back.” You weren’t sure if you believed it now, hearing the words come from him. But how else would you have gotten tangled up in the head-spinning lives of the Winchesters? Exploring a bit for yourself now, you winded up at the shooting range. The amount of arms on the wall shocked you. It was enough for a militia, let alone three hunters. A small ivory handgun sent a shiver down your spine.  

Your hands felt clumsy handling it, as if they weren’t met to hold such a deadly thing. Trying to muster the strength in Sam’s words, you took aim for one of the target’s at the opposite end. You braced yourself as best you could for the shot and recoil, finger resting on the trigger. Pulling back, the gun simply clicked. With a huff, you set it down on the ledge. The safety was on or it wasn’t loaded but you had no idea how to tell. 

***

The day dragged. Back home, or you know, the reality where you were trapped, the day would be filled with work, errands, chores… life. And here, well, maybe you were just bored. But it was because nothing was happening. They were dancing around you, treating you like you were made of glass, waiting for something to snap. But it wasn’t. Maybe coming back was going to be more gradual than anyone thought. Unless, you could find Zachariah and force him to reverse the whole thing. Had they considered it? 

The thoughts racing around your mind was an endless tangled web keeping you up at night. If you were going to go after an angel, maybe you should work yourself up to it first. The brightness of the screen blinded you for a moment against the dark of the room. Your thumb hovered over the screen, blanking on where to start. Typing in “murders” seemed futile but actually prompted some interesting responses. News articles popped up and you scanned a few looking for any details that stood out. 

Nothing of bite marks, animal attacks, missing hearts. You yawned and rubbed your eyes before shutting the laptop, setting it aside, and shimmied your way under the covers. Wiggling to get comfortable, you found a spot and closed your eyes, focusing on breathing. Until a twinge in your back acted out, you rolled to the side. Another. Rolling again and huffing in defeat. Your eyes found the red numbers of the alarm clock; 1:10 AM. You closed your eyes again, swirling with thoughts. 

“Y/N, no!” Dean yelled through the fog of your mind. 

But you wouldn’t listen. Angel blade in hand you charged at the unknown enemy. 

A bright flash of light. 

Opening your eyes again, the clock read 1:30. 

“This is stupid.” You muttered to yourself. 

You shuffled out of bed, rummaging around until you found a light jacket and a pair of flip flops. Although it was quiet, you slowly peeked out into the hall looking both ways, feeling as if you were a toddler asking to get into trouble. Satisfied you were alone, you turned the flash light on your phone and headed out the hall.

Cautiously, you retraced your steps through the hallway, to the kitchen, through the library until you reached the stairs in the war room. The stairs slightly creaked under your weight as you ascended. There was no intention to run, simply to get out from underground, to breathe some fresh air and let your thoughts escape rather than be trapped in. 

The door was heavy as you pushed against it freeing yourself to the outside. The night air was warm yet you pulled the jacket against you, looking up at the stars. You wandered a little, up a nearby hill to a clearing to get a better view. 

The crisp air filled your lungs and a wave of peace rushed over you. You turned your flashlight off and sat down in the damp grass. Attempting to forget your troubles, you studied the night sky; looking for known constellations, curious if they were the same stars you knew back home, wondering if that brighter speckle was actually a planet, catching a glimpse of a shooting star and making a silent wish.

As time passed, you forgot about the past, forgot about the bunker, and just felt as you were in this moment. A twig nearby snapped. Instinctively, you rolled to the ground, reaching to your back for a gun that wasn’t there. “Shit.” You hissed. “Hey, hey.” Dean’s calming voice brought you back. “It’s just me, Y/N. Just Dean.” You sighed in relief, sitting back up. “Shit. I’m sorry.” He came down and sat next to you. “No, I didn’t mean to scare you.” “It’s okay.” You said, looking at him now as he gazed up. He glanced your way and you averted your eyes, thankful the dark was concealing the blush in your cheeks. “Couldn’t sleep?” “Nah.” You stretched your arms over your head, then questioned his presence. “How’d you know to find me out here?” 

Dean yawned, you now noticed his mussed hair. “You tripped an alarm. Took me a second to realize it was you, but uh, I remembered you used to come out here at night. Sometimes.” “Oh, god. Sorry…” He cut you off with a chuckle. “Stop apologizing Y/N. It’s okay.” “Maybe you could show me, so I avoid them next time.” “Yeah.” He yawned again and laid down on his back. You joined him, the both of you staring up and the night sky. “So what’s keeping you up?” 

The dream replayed through your head. Dean’s voice echoed. “Y/N, no!”

“Oh, I don’t know. Nothing in particular I guess.” You cleared your throat. “It’s like being at a hotel for the first night I guess, just need to settle in and get used to a new environment.” 

Dean hummed as if he understood. 

His silence caused you to ramble further. “And, well, I don’t know…” You bit your lip wondering if you should continue. “I guess I thought things would be different. Like, I imagined what it would be like to be on an adventure with Sam and Dean… not like I actually thought it would happen… but, now that I am here.” You glanced sideways at him, studying the outline of his face and sighed. “Yeah, I guess I just imagined it differently.” 

Dean pondered for a few minutes. “In what ways?” 

You chuckled. As if you were going to reveal how you felt about him. “Well for one, having actual memories.” You could feel Dean’s grin through the dark, it was contagious. “I don’t know, like pie at every meal.” Dean’s smile gave way to a snicker. “I mean, I wish things were that way too.”

You licked your lips before turning to your stomach so you could better watch him. His eyes were closed yet he was relaxed and content. The constellations no longer grabbed your attention the way the starlight barely showed the freckles on his face, counting them instead. 

“I thought,” You continued. “That the bunker would be warm and cheery instead of foreign and cold. I thought I would naturally just fall into place and belong.” You sighed, wishing for his arms to wrap around you. “And I thought there’d be this epic soundtrack to everything we did.” You smirked trying to lighten the mood again. 

“Just wait until we get back on the road, there will be.” Dean assured. 

“Motoring.” You softly yet uncontrollably sang out, surprising yourself. 

Dean’s voice was soft as he went an octave or a few higher than normal. “What’s your price for flight.” 

You giggled and joined him. “In finding mister right, you’ll be alright tonight.” Dean and you sat back up. “See, you just gotta make your own.” The two of you held your gaze a few moments too long. Dean broke away first. “As for falling asleep, I might have a trick.” He led you back down into the bunker and you reluctantly followed knowing he wasn’t suggesting what you hoped for. Through the maze, the two of you found your way to a large room with a foosball table and tv. You plopped down on a big leather couch, perhaps a little too close together. 

Dean turned on the tv and scrolled through Netflix landing on Star Trek Next Gen. 

“Picard!” You exclaimed. 

“Nerd.” Dean snickered back at you. 

“Shut up.” You teasingly nudged him with your elbow. 

“You’ll be out in no time.”

You playfully gasped. “What the hell are you talking about? I love Star Trek.” 

He silently chuckled. “So you say, but trust me, there’s no way you are conscious by the second episode.” 

“Wanna bet?” You cocked an eyebrow at him. 

“What’s the wager?” Dean unconsciously licked his lips. 

“Pie. Obviously.” He chuckled again. “You're so on.” 

Dean easily won the bet. Not even 10 minutes in, you began nodding off, your head slowly starting to tilt in his direction. As soon as you became quiet, the heaviness hit Dean too, the early hours of the morning hitting hard. He yawned and stretched his arms, one settling around your shoulder drawing you in a little closer. The two of you drifted off side by side without even realizing. 

He was the first to wake finding you tangled on the couch together. Your face buried into his chest and his hand protectively over your head. He slid up careful not to wake you. The tv screen glowed as Netflix asked if you wanted to continue watching. Dean rubbed his eyes and looked for the remote turning it off. He rubbed his hand through his hair as he stood, turning around to admire how peaceful you looked asleep. He gently covered you with a blanket before leaving to scout out some coffee and breakfast. 

The bunker was quiet and stale until Dean made his way closer to the library, the sound of furious typing growing louder with each step. Dean made his way there, finding Sam on the computer with an intensity he hadn’t seen since you first disappeared. 

Dean treaded cautiously. “Mornin’.”

Sam refused to look up. “Looks like you had quite the night.” He snipped. 

“Shit.” Dean muttered to himself. “Dude, it was nothing.” Sam raised his eyebrows unconvinced and stopped typing. “To you maybe.” Dean’s face grew confused. “She’s obviously more comfortable around you.” 

“Stop.” Dean challenged. “She just needed help falling asleep so I turned on Star Trek like the old days. What happened after that was purely accidental and unintentional.” Sam scoffed unconvinced. “It’s been two days Sam. You can’t expect things to fall into place immediately.” 

Sam shut his laptop and held his head in his hands. “I’ve waited so long for this. And now, she feels farther away than ever.” “I know.” Dean agreed for sympathy’s sake. “But she’s starting to remember. I know it doesn’t feel like it but she is. Slowly.” Sam sighed and looked away. Dean fished in his pocket, pulling out the ivory gun. “I found this out in the range yesterday and unless it was you playing with it…” He handed it forward. 

Sam took it from him, a spark of hope fluttering inside. Out of all the guns, you had picked out the one he had given you. 

“She was up at her old spot last night, would’ve shot me if she had it on her.” Dean chuckled. “And uh, she had a glaze over her eyes, the one only a hunter gets. I think she’s remembering more than she's letting on.” 

Sam recalled how you had reacted to the Impala. It was the most comfortable he had seen you so far. “What if we got out on the road, maybe took an easy case.”

Dean grimaced and rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t know. Seems kinda fast, too dangerous.” “Not with us both there, every step of the way, keeping her from any true danger.” Sam argued. “Maybe that's what she needs, to help jumpstart the progress.” 

“Let’s leave it up to her.” Dean suggested. 

“Leave me up to what?” You walked in, yawning and stretching, hair an absolute mess. 

Sam stood up to greet you, eyes wide like a frightened puppy afraid you may have overheard his frustration. “About going on a hunt?” He stammered. 

Your eyes lit up, the grogginess of the morning instantly fading away. “Yes! I’ll go pack my things!” You ran out of the room.

The boys shared a smile with each other surprised by your enthusiasm. 

“I guess we're going.” Dean stated. “You gotta case?”

“I’ll find one.” Sam dived back into his laptop, his heart racing with hope.

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[vincess-princess]

What Is Lost, What Is Found

Chapter 3.

Word count: 2585

Trigger warnings: none

Author’s note: i can’t believe this myself, but here we are, after an 8-month hiatus.

Tommy came again six days later, this time in the late afternoon. He peered gingerly into the store, not even daring to open the door wide enough to see his face. Mick could only see one very worried eye and a trembling right corner of his lips.

"Mr- Mick? Am I too late?"

"Never too late for cleaning, kid." Mick looked up at him from his lunch which he was consuming at the moment. He’d rather keep staring at the hot dog he was eating, but the boy didn’t need to know Mick was probably even more anxious than him. "Lunch first, though. Are you hungry?"

He didn't wait for Tommy to answer and put a couple of dollars onto the counter. Tommy stepped into the shop, closed the door behind him carefully, and almost tiptoed to the counter. Mick smiled, trying to reassure him that everything is alright. The boy smiled back timidly and took the money – silently. He didn't even try to start his usual "oh you're too kind, Mr. Mars", which Mick decided to consider his personal achievement.

"You know what to do."

Tommy did, and this time came back not only with a burger but also with French fries. Progress, Mick thought with warm satisfaction.

Tommy handed him the change, pulled up a chair from the back room, placed it near Mick, sat down and started eating, or, rather, devouring his food. Mick couldn't help but watch him proudly like a granny watches her grandson eating homemade food. The awkward silence in the shop was interrupted only by Tommy’s energetic chewing, and Mick decided to put on some music. Tommy approved randomly pulled out of the pile Led Zeppelin II with a thumb up - his mouth was too full to speak.

"How much time do I have?" Tommy asked once he was done with his fries. "You close at eight, right?"

"Right, but that doesn't mean I'm leaving at eight. I usually stay overtime to sort out records and count the revenue. So take your time. Why are you so late today, though?"

"Uh," embarrassment reddened Tommy’s cheeks suddenly, "I, uh, had to wait for the guys to leave for a, hm, job. They were supposed to do it in the morning, but we had a, well, some good time at a club yesterday. So we all were, hm, kind of hungover today. So we overslept. But as soon as the guys were out the door, I rushed to you!"

Mick rolled his eyes, mostly out of Being-An-Adult duty than out of disapproval. He didn’t approve of such behavior of teenagers but believed it to be perfectly natural. He was like that too once, after all.

And Tommy rushed to meet him. Rushed. Nobody was ever as excited about meeting him as Tommy. Even Mick’s own kids.

"Ain't you too young to drink, kid? How d’ya even get there?"

"Well, not that it's really that difficult," Tommy snorted into his soda. "The security knows us."

"Oh, so you're also faithful clients?" Mick chuckled. He knew he shouldn’t approve it. At the same time, he wouldn’t be able to play a strict guardian even if he tried. "It was stricter in my days, which weren't so long ago, but still. Good for you, I guess. Just don't do drugs."

"I don't!" Tommy reassured him, for some reason really emphasizing that "I". "Honestly, I didn't expect you to be so chill about that. All adults I know always freak over it."

"I'm chill about a lot of things." Mick almost didn't lie. After all, how could he judge someone when he, himself, couldn’t beat the very same addiction?

A customer, an elderly lady looking like she got stuck in the fifties, entered the shop, and Mick, noticing glances of disapproval she cast at Tommy, shooed him to the back room. He didn’t want the kid to scare off all his customers.

He definitely needs a haircut, Mick thought idly. And new jeans. And new shoes. And new, well, everything. It was a wonder he still hadn't attracted the attention of the police, walking around the streets like that. Mick never considered his neighborhood to be respectable, but even here the boy looked terribly out of place.

He could, of course, pay Tommy more – not that this rather small sum of money could make his business go bankrupt. He knew, though, that Tommy wasn’t very likely to spend it on clothes or even food, considering everything he had just heard. And Mick didn’t want his money to go into making those kids alcoholics. It could go into making Mick an alcoholic himself, of course, but he was an adult who was willingly giving in to a habit he realized was harmful to him. Mick was pretty sure none of those young misfits knew what an addiction could entail.

The customer was particularly fond of Elvis Presley and ended up buying a few of his rare editions, which rather improved Mick's opinion on her. He always respected a keen music lover, especially an Elvis lover.

"Can I go out now?" Tommy whispered dramatically, peering from the backroom after he had heard the door close. "She didn't really like me much, did she?"

"Old farts like her” – aren’t you an old fart yourself, the voice in Mick’s head whispered, “want all boys to have bowl cuts, wear bow ties and obey their parents. Don't worry about that."

"I don't." Tommy shrugged. "I'm used to it. What should I do now?"

"The floor is waiting for you." Mick waved his hand towards the toilet, where Tommy proceeded to go to fetch a mop and a bucket.

The conversation seemed pretty light-hearted, almost without that last time tension, and Mick almost managed to believe everything was alright.

Almost, because something lingered in his mind. A phrase of Tommy's, barely a couple of words that rubbed him up the wrong way. God, they talked barely ten minutes ago. What was his memory turning-

Gotcha.

"Hey, Tommy," Mick called, and Tommy ran up to him from the other side of the store, concern on his face.

"Yeah?"

"What did you say about the guys? Something before the bar talk?"

"What did I say about..." Tommy frowned, then his eyes widened. "Oh shit."

"What was that?" Mick demanded to know, taking a step towards Tommy. He was barely taller than him and not much stronger, but Tommy still shrunk, staring at the floor.

"Tommy."

"I'm sorry!" Tommy exclaimed nervously. "I don't want you to think badly about the guys. They just didn't have a chance to get to know you yet. Nikki's super paranoid in general too. I know they'll come to terms with it, but it takes some time."

"Come to terms with what?" Mick tried to find Tommy's eyes, but he hid them behind his bangs.

"Me coming to your store," Tommy confessed with the desperation of a drug addict giving away his dealers. "They don't trust you. They think I don't understand shit. That I'm naive and stupid and can't see through people at all. They treat me like a fucking stupid little boy, and Vince is the same fucking age as me, just nine months older! I'm tired of that shit. I want to prove to them that I'm not stupid. I see that you're a good person. They just need to believe me."

Tommy stopped to gasp for air, and Mick just stood there and looked at him with a face devoid of emotion.

He was right in some way. Not about his own naivety: the boy was as naive as one could get, and it was pure luck he came across Mick instead of any other adult with less pure intentions. But Mick did understand how the situation appeared to someone who couldn't really see through his intentions.

Tommy was going to continue his tirade, but one glance on Mick’s face changed his plans. He stared at Mick for a moment, his eyes desperately examining his face, and then asked:

"Are you angry?"

A wave of cold washed over Mick. Was it his facial expression that the kid got scared of? Did he pull a son-of-a-bitch face once again? And god damn, why did the kid think Mick would be angry at every little thing he did?

"What? No, they have a point," Mick shook his head. Tommy, obviously expecting a different reply, blinked in confusion. "Their concerns are reasonable. They're worried about you."

"Yeah, maybe they do that, but they never take me and my opinions seriously!" Tommy started to flare up again. “It’s always, oh, T-bone, you don’t understand, you don’t know anything about life! I have escaped the goddamn orphanage, I’ve been living out on streets for almost a year now, I had my share of hardships, but for them, I’m still too young and naïve!”

After a short silence Mick uttered his conclusion.

“Yeah, it sucks.”

And immediately regretted it. He had to fight the desire to hide under the counter, far from Tommy’s disappointed face. He needed to support the boy, to help him deal with his problems, and once the kid actually opened up and started speaking about those problems, the only reply Mick could come up with was “Yeah, that sucks”? It must have come off as indifferent at best, mocking at worst. Great job, Mick. Just great.

“Yeah! That’s what I’m saying!” Tommy nodded fiercely. Mick raised his glance, examining the kid’s expression. “At least you understand me, thank god.”

“Yeah, I do,” Mick murmured, frantically trying to come up with something more coherent to say. The boy seemed to have missed the awkwardness of his latest remark. He was just glad someone supported him. Maybe Mick overreacted a little. Maybe it wasn’t all that bad.

He still didn’t know what to say, though.

“You know,” his brain finally came up with an option, and Mick clung to it with passion of a lover holding their partner close, “maybe they need to see what we’re actually doing here to realize their paranoia is unfounded? I understand they might have had a slightly wrong impression of my character when I was dragging them to the backroom threatening to call the police.”

“Yeah,” Tommy giggled, “this sure has left a biased impression. So you think I should bring them here?”

“Exactly,” Mick confirmed quickly, glad that he got off cheap with his lack of parenting skills. “Great idea. Bring them to the store and show what we’re doing here. And, additional help is always welcome.”

“Oh, great!” Tommy beamed. “I love it here with you but I really want to be able to tell the guys about it. They won’t steal anything, I promise.”

“Of course they won’t, after such a failure,” Mick laughed. “Nikki seems like the type with principles. Not sure about Vinnie.”

“The only principles he has are not to sleep with cross-eyed girls and not to have a curly-haired person in a band,” Tommy smiled. “I don’t know why he hates curly hair so much. He has a lot of, um, quirks.”

Nikki was a walking quirk himself, Mick thought, but decided not to say it. Tommy could laugh at Nikki’s weird preferences as much as he wanted to, but Mick saw how warm his voice became every time he mentioned Nikki. Surrounded by cold and unfriendly adults, Tommy could really take to a person that expressed even a minimum amount of concern and care.

Mick could only hope Nikki wasn’t a bad influence for the kid. Which he probably was, with his always-looking-for-trouble attitude.

“You two seem to be close,” he only said, trying to manipulate Tommy into telling him more about Nikki. The boy only needed a slight push in the right direction.

“Well, we have spent half a year roaming the streets, I guess that really brings people together,” Tommy shrugged. “Without him I wouldn’t have survived out there. He’s super street smart. He says he ran away from home when he was twelve.”

“Doesn’t he have any relatives to put him up? A twelve-year-old kid was just sleeping out in the streets and no one cared?” Mick only now started to realize how big the problem was.

“Well, I’m not entirely sure, but he said his mother never cared about him. Well,” Tommy lingered, “he didn’t say exactly that, but it was pretty clear. He’s got grandparents, but they live in another state, and Nikki said he wanted to stay in L.A. I’m not sure if he has any other relatives. He never mentioned anyone else.”

“That’s not much,” Mick sighed. Anger started to rise inside him. A child should always have a home to come back to. Always. The mere thought of people who could so easily abandon their child, their flesh and blood, made Mick feel sick to the stomach. “And you all have been surviving on what, Nikki’s, hm, skills?”

“Well, we work if we can find something sometimes. Vince also helps out. He has this talent of finding boyfriends with property, so we can spend a night or two under the roof of one of his numerous lays before Nikki pisses them off and they throw us out.”

“And how often does this happen?” Mick felt like he was going to throw up. One a shoplifter, another basically a prostitute. What a great company for an impressionable young boy just out of an orphanage.

“Well, Nikki has a talent of pissing off Vince’s boyfriends, so it happens quite often. But Vince always finds new ones.”

“Where? Nightclubs?”

“Maybe. He says he “knows his places”. As though we don’t know which gay bars he hangs out in. There are not so many of them around.”

“Wait a minute,” Mick interrupted him. “Aren’t they all eighteen plus? How does he get in there?”

“Well, he used to sing in bands when we were in high school. Probably from there. I’m not sure, we had same classes at school, rehearsed together even, he’s a good singer. Then I went to the orphanage, and when I came back, he no longer performed. I mean, my drum kit was gone, so I couldn’t play anymore but his voice didn’t go anywhere. I dunno, he just… changed. A lot.”

“In what way?”

Tommy sighed, plopped the rag in the bucket and looked up at Mick.

“He’s gone more, like, fake, you know? Like, he always plays his boyfriends around, they are ready to do everything for him, but he also tries it with us. He’s always in that playboy mode now. And that’s some kind of bullshit. I mean, he was like that at school and towards girls, but he never tried it with me. He knew I knew him. And now I feel like I don’t know him anymore.”

‘Who knows what happened to him while you were away,” Mick said. “Looks like he went through a lot.”

“Yes, I thought the same, but he always says everything is fine. And it’s not fine. And I can see it. And it’s killing me.” Tommy sighed and began dragging the rag across the floor.

“You do care about your friends a lot,” Mick noted gently.

“Too much for my own good,” Tommy murmured, not looking back at Mick, his whole attention devoted to the rag. Mick decided to stop asking. He’d heard enough to think over.

But first of all he had to take a closer look at those Nikki and Vince.

[mamabearcatfanfics]

More Than Words - Five

Sorry for the delay - this is the chapter I wanted to complete for Inuyasha White Day. I’d always planned to finish writing here for the moment. But I’m willing to keep going if everyone wants more of this AU - it will just be a little slower. Might do a poll to see what fic I should work on next!

Read Part One | Read Part Two | Read Part Three | Read Part Four

Inuyasha rubbed his eyes in frustration, leaning his elbow on his desk and pushing the laptop closed. Time for a break. English had to be the most irritating language on earth – as soon as he learnt a spelling or grammatical rule, he’d come across something that seemed to state the exact opposite. At least Japanese sentence structure was logical.

He moved over to his sink to get a glass of water, and spied the muffin left over from this morning that he’d saved to be a study snack. Sango had let him have hers, not being the biggest fan of sticky red bean filling.

It still amazed him how stable his life seemed now, compared to how it had been not that long ago in Japan. He was living in one place, he owned a business for fucks sake, and had an employee – can’t get more stable than that. The orphanage and everything that had come after it was beginning to seem like a distant memory, only troubling him now and then in his dreams.

He took a big bite of the muffin, savouring both the sweet filling, and the sweeter memory of the woman who’d made it for him. He knew that they still had a lot to learn about each other, but he was eager and willing – very eager. Even though the words they spoke to each other were still limited, Kagome was the sort of girl who wore her heart on her sleeve, and every emotion she felt was reflected on her face. Already she had him wrapped around her little finger; he’d do anything to see her smile. He still wasn’t sure what to tell her about his past, and the reason why he’d left Japan, but he’d work that out later. Right now, he just wanted to get to know her better.

He grinned, remembering her excitement when she’d handed over the brown paper bag of treats  this morning. It was now his favourite part of the day, not only because she was an excellent cook, but because no one had ever gone to that kind of trouble for him before, and the emotions that played across her delicate features were as enjoyable as the baked treats she brought him. He could tell before he even looked in the bag this morning that she’d baked something special for him, wanting to make him happy, and he was surprised and delighted when he’d seen the familiar matcha green. He’d wrapped her up in a tight hug without even thinking about it, earning him one of those adorable giggles. He’d almost kissed her as he swung her around, but had caught himself just in time.

A sudden sharp pain in his ankle snapped him out of his reverie and he glanced down to see a small ball of orange fluff attached to his leg – Shippou had snuck up on him again. He put down his half finished muffin and picked Shippou up by the scruff of his neck, cupping his other hand under his little back legs so he was supported, and gave the tiny kitten a hard stare.

“Little shit…”

Shippou gave him a slow blink, and Inuyasha sighed, tucking the kitten into the crook of his arm while he went to check on the little food and water bowls on the floor. He’d eaten all his biscuits, so Inuyasha reached into the back of his small bar fridge to find the raw chicken wings he’d bought, snapping off a small section and putting it into Shippou’s bowl. The kitten nearly levitated out of his arms in his eagerness to get down, and Inuyasha plonked him on the floor in front of the chicken before Shippou’s needle sharp claws came into play – damn cat ate better than he did.

He washed his hands at the sink, snorting at how noisily Shippou was enjoying his chicken dinner. He wandered back over to his desk with the rest of his muffin, ready to get back to work, when he heard a repeated clanging noise down in the street below. He stuck his head out the window, ready to yell at whoever was disturbing his study time, when he saw someone huddled against the metal roller door covering the front of the shop.

“Hey!”, he called out, assuming it was just some Friday night drunk who’d decided his doorstep was a good place to sleep it off, when the head tilted backwards to reveal a face he knew very well. He grabbed his keys and shot down the steep stairs, unlocking the door and sliding up the metal security shutter to find Kagome curled up against the door frame, a running shoe in her hand that she’d obviously been using to bang on the metal to get his attention.

“Kagome?” He squatted down next to her, trying to work out what was going on, because there was obviously something very wrong. She was wearing her running gear, knees drawn up under her chin with her arms wrapped tight around her legs, and when he reached out to gently squeeze her knee  she flinched in fear. It was only when she lifted her head properly that he saw the bloody scratches and reddened mark around her neck.

“Fuck”, he muttered, moving his hand to tilt her head slightly, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

The brown eyes that looked into his seemed even larger than usual, magnified by the sudden tears that filled them.

“I’m sorry”, she whispered. “I was scared. I was so scared.” And then she burst into tears.

Inuyasha bundled her gently into his arms, and when she didn’t protest, but buried her face into his chest and wound her fingers into the soft fabric of his t-shirt, he lifted her up, ducking under the door and nudging it back down with his foot, unwilling to put down his precious cargo. He climbed the stairs to his apartment carefully, cradling her against his chest.

He was having difficulty sorting out his emotions at the moment – he wanted to comfort her, but at the same time he find out what had happened and go out and find whoever had done this and pummel them – one punch is all it would take; he’d never lost a fight. But comforting her was what he needed to concentrate on right now - she was upset and frightened – he could feel her whole body shaking against his, and she felt so small in his arms.

“Daijobu Kagome”, he repeated over and over, keeping his voice low and steady. Walking through his open front door, he carried her over to the bed, the only place to sit in his small apartment apart from his hard wooden desk chair. Seating her gently on the mattress, he squatted on the floor next to her, keeping one hand on her upper back, stroking gently. She was still crying, but her sobs were calming now, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Watching her cry uncontrollably was making him feel frantic, like he was failing her somehow – he didn’t know what to do, and he didn’t have enough words to ask.

He watched her take deep breaths, trying to calm herself as she looked down at him, managing a small smile through her tears. Silently he reached a long arm over to his desk and managed to grab a box of tissues, holding them out to her. She took one, blowing her nose noisily.

“Kagome?”

She shrugged, still sniffing a little. “I’m okay Inuyasha. I was frightened more than anything else. He had a knife, and there was no one else around.”

Inuyasha made an irritated noise borne of frustration, then suddenly moved over to his desk to grab his laptop. She watched as he opened a translation app and handed it to her. “Please. Kagome.”

Her hands still shaking a little, she typed out a brief description of what had happened, and he snarled as he read over her shoulder, taking the laptop back for a moment to type. When Kagome read it, she shook her head.

“I’m okay, I don’t need to go to the hospital.”

Inuyasha glared at her, then gently tilted her chin up to look at her neck again. Neck injuries could  be dangerous, especially if there was internal swelling. She’d said she didn’t lose consciousness, but still. He disappeared into the bathroom for a moment and came back with a cool wet cloth which he used to carefully wipe away the blood, his expression clearing a little when he realised the scratches and bruising weren’t too bad.

“Where?” he asked, tapping his own head. Kagome reached for his fingers and guided his hand to the back of her skull. He gingerly felt the sizable lump on the back of her head, grimacing as she hissed in pain, then went to his small fridge, retrieving a bag of frozen peas and an unused dish cloth from under the sink.

He sat down next to her on the bed and carefully held the wrapped peas over the bump, tilting her head backwards and forwards as he peered into her eyes, trying to make sure they were both evenly dilated. They seemed fine. “Ten minutes”, he said, checking the time on his laptop. Kagome winced, but smiled at him gratefully.

“How do you know what to do?” she asked. “What, are you secretly a doctor or something?” He chuckled.

“No.”

He didn’t have the words to explain how many times he’d received a blow to the head on the underground fight circuit, and had to hold a bag of ice to his own injuries. Just because he’d never lost a fight, didn’t mean he was never injured. And he still wasn’t sure what to tell her about his past. It definitely wasn’t a conversation for right now anyway.

Kagome relaxed against his shoulder as the coolness helped the throbbing in her head, then yelped in sudden surprise. “My foot! Something bit me!”

Inuyasha made an irritated grumbling noise, then dropped to the floor, his arm reaching around under the bed. He pulled out a hissing ball of orange and white fluff and shook him slightly.

“Shippou! Dame!”

Kagome was instantly all smiles.

“Oh my goodness, you have a kitten! And he’s so fluffy! Kawaiiii!” She reached out her hands in a grabbing motion, obviously wanting a cuddle.

Inuyasha snorted and rolled his eyes as he handed Shippou over. She’d said the word ‘cute’ in the exact same high pitched tone that a Japanese girl would have said it. He watched her as she stroked Shippou with a pleased smile on her face, her fear and injury forgotten for the moment. Shippou immediately began kneading her leg with his little paws, then turned a circle and cuddled into her lap, purring up a storm. Kagome turned her brilliant brown eyes up to his, and he couldn’t help it, he had to say it.

“Anata wa kawaī Kagome.” She blinked at him.

“Did… did you just call me cute?!” He nodded, grinning, reaching forward to push a stray lock of hair behind her ear. She smiled at him shyly. “How do you say ‘I like you’ in Japanese”, she said softly, looking up at him hopefully.

He kneeled in front of her and leaned forward, so he could almost whisper in her ear, feeling her shiver a little as he breathed against her neck, his voice deep, bordering on a purr. “Anatagasuki Kagome.”

She leaned her cheek against his, rubbing against his face. “Anatagasuki Inuyasha. Very much!”

He moved his head slightly to place a soft kiss against her cheek, then drew back a little to judge her expression – he very much wanted to kiss her properly, press his lips against hers and find out if her sweet mouth tasted as good as he thought it would, but she’d just been through something terrifying. He sighed, leaning back a little. Maybe he should back off for now. But she didn’t let him move away, closing the gap herself and placing her lips against his own. He hardly noticed Shippou leaping off Kagome’s lap in disgust.

One small soft kiss - a taste that wasn’t nearly enough. And then another. And then he lost count, abandoning himself to feeling the softness of her lips, the warmth of her breath, relishing the wet heat of her tongue against his. His hand moved into her hair, to adjust the angle of her head to pull her closer and she whined as he unthinkingly pressed his fingers against the bump on her head.

“Sorry, sorry, Kagome, gomen'nasai”, he murmured, his forehead against hers, drifting featherlight touches to soothe over where he’d accidentally hurt, reaching for the bag of peas again. He held it there gently as he stroked her cheek with his other hand, then leaned back a little so he could look at her face again, smiling.

“What?” she said. She was still panting a little from their kisses, her lips now stained a slightly darker pink from his attentions.

He rubbed his thumb against her lips. “Word?”

“Do you mean what is the word for this?” she said, tapping her fore finger against his mouth, then giggling a little as he kissed it gently. “You could say mouth, or lips.”

“Soft lips”, he murmured, stroking hers again, then grinning as she gently nipped the meat of his thumb with her little white teeth. He moved his hand upwards and stroked near her eye. “Word?”

“Eyes”, she whispered, unable to take her own off his.

“Pretty eyes.”

“That’s not fair, I don’t know enough Japanese to tell you anything”, she pouted, placing her palm against his cheek. “But I’m going to learn Inuyasha. I want to be able to tell you what an amazing, thoughtful, sexy man you are.” Inuyasha snorted. He’d definitely understood at least one word she’d said.

“Sexy, huh?” he grinned toothily, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh yes”, she purred, stroking her fingers down his cheek. “Very sexy.” And then she yawned, blinking at him blearily. “I’m sorry. It’s been a very long day.”

“Tired?” he asked. She nodded. It was obvious she’d reached her limit. He still wanted to know more about why she’d been out so late at night, but she seemed exhausted. It could wait until tomorrow. He wasn’t going to let her go anywhere else tonight. She would be safe here with him - he just had to convince her of that.

Inuyasha turned on the little lamp next to his bed, and moved over to the main light switch near the door, turning it off. He sat down on the bed, propping up against the pillows so he was sitting up a little, then patted his chest. “Here.”

Kagome gave him a pleased smile. “You want me to stay?”

He nodded. “Stay.” He crooked his finger and beckoned her forward, then patted his chest again. “Here, Kagome.”

He watched as she kicked off her remaining shoe, then crawled up the bed, snuggling into his side and resting her head on his chest. “Thank you so much Inuyasha. I didn’t want to go home by myself.” She closed her eyes, smiling as he gently pulled out the hairband that held her ponytail, then carded his fingers through the loosened curls. He reached out his arm to switch off the light.

“Goodnight Inuyasha”, she whispered. He curled his arm around her shoulders, dropping a kiss to the top of her head, and settled himself down against the pillows.

“Goodnight Kagome.”

[talesofphantombandits]

Zero to Six ~ Chapter Twelve.

Guys!!! I worked my ass off tonight. This was going to be the last chapter but I wrote more than I was expecting to. So the final chapter I’ll edit it tomorrow then post it in a few days.

Honestly had a hard time getting Inspiration to write this, but the constant support (That still amazes me) has kept me going. I decided that I’d left it long enough and sat down tonight and just went for it. I’m happy with what I’ve wrote and I hope you’ll enjoy it too. I edited over it once but I’m so drained that I’ve probably missed some errors. So sorry about that. I hope everyone's keeping safe, Love you all <3

Warnings: Swearing, Violence.

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Ducking behind a table I waited for Ones intervention, no way was I going out when it was raining bullets.

“One hurry the hell up!” I slid my back down the flat surface and sighed.

“I GOT IT!”

Suddenly a booming sound pierced the air. Every guard, every piece of metal that wasn’t tied down went flying to the right side of the boat. Sticking to the wall.

Which also meant the metal stick Three had gifted me tore out my hands.

“Well there goes my protection.”

So Ones giant magnet worked eh? Who knew.

When everything had settled I peered over the top of the table to marvel at the unusual scene in front of me.

“One.” I whispered through coms, too stunned to get anything else out.

A blinding light and a white heat sent me crashing to the floor.

One of the grenades that had stuck to the side had blown. “Zero you okay?” Seven spoke.

“I’m good, I’m fine.” I crawled back to where I’d previously been perched.

Everyone was released and came crashing down, then the bullets started flying again.

I just rolled my eyes, One pressed the button again and everyone flew to the other side of the boat.

“It’s like watching table tennis.” I mused

I heard a faint. “I wasn’t sure it would work, I mean I had a suspicion it would.”

“One what the hell!” I could hear the other guys scolding him.

He could have put us all in great danger, god I hate this man so much some times.

When everything calmed again we all huddled once more and decided to move up a deck.

“We have to find Rovach!” One announced obviously high on the adrenaline of his magnets working.

Scoping the top level we headed towards the kitchen were we’d found the back door to the bedroom.

But as we approached more gunfire showered us.

Luckily One had his new toy now, you can bet your ass he was going to use it any chance he got.

All the guards where in the kitchen when he’d pressed the bottom, and you know what’s in a kitchen? Knives, forks.

All the sharp things.

It wasn’t a pretty sight and with Two next to me shooting I tried not to glance too much at the scene.

“Four, how are you. Are you safe?” I took a second to catch my breath.

“Can’t really talk sweetheart, kind of busy not getting caught.”

“Okay smart ass.” I opened my eyes, taking a deep breath I followed the rest of the guys through the kitchen.

“The boats moving.” Two observed.

“That- that’s bad.” One said, I just looked at him worried.

Some how Ones phone that operated the magnet had broke and cracked the screen, meaning we were stuck with guards shooting at us from all angles.

But One and Seven decided shouting at each other would be a good solution. I just rolled my eyes again, hitting my head in the wall I was up against.

I was honestly missing being stuck in a flat, not having to be in the middle of all the bickering. At least there it was peaceful and I wasn’t getting shot at.

Two left on her own little mission to kill the engine.

I was going to go assist but one stopped me.

“Nah ah you’re staying in my sight.”

“Yes dad.”

One decided that we should split up which meant I’d be alone with him.

Joy.

“You know it really is amazing.”

“What is?” One was shifting his gun at every little sound.

“The magnet, I mean it would be if you’d stop breaking the control.”

He stopped abruptly and I bumped straight into his back. “You keep sassing me girl and I’ll make you go back to just hacking and coms in a stuffy flat. No friends, no Four.”

I just held my hands up in defence.

Suddenly the power came back to the remote just in time to save Five from a guy coming at her with a knife.

“I feel like a Jedi.” Me and Five just looked at each other.

Suddenly I was being pushed into five. Confused I only saw a flash of the guy launching himself at One.

I scrambled up and helped Five up too, we started running out onto the deck.

“Five, find Rovach. I’ll distract the guards.”

I stopped in my tracks, Four was going to do this alone but he didn’t have to I could help him.

After nearly loosing him last time and being so helpless I had to do something.

“Zero come on!” I hadn’t even noticed that Five had stopped running and was staring at me with furrowed brows, hand outstretched to me.

“I- I can’t. I have to help him.” I took a step back and she lowered her hand.

She gave me a understanding look.

“Be safe.”

I smiled at her and nodded. “You too.”

With that I took off running. Surveying every corner for guards, I wouldn’t do much good to Four dead would I.

I started climbing the stairs when suddenly two loud explosions rocked the boat and threw me off balance. I fell into the railing. “Shit!” I hung on tight expecting more explosions. 

I stood up, looked down as the whole boat started screaming. I took a moment to catch my breath before climbing again taking two steps at a time. 

Great, on top of everything now we were sinking. 

“I’ve got four guys on me. I’m on the upper deck, and i’m screwed.” I could hear the same fear in his voice from that night in Tokyo.

It honestly made me want to burst out crying.

“Don’t worry Four I’m coming to back you up.” I was so breathless from running.

“No stay out of this.” 

“Why aren’t you with Five Zero! FIVE WHY IS SHE NOT WITH YOU!” One chimed in with his dad bullshit again.

I just ignored the voices coming through coms and tried to get to Four as quickly as possible. No one could change my mind.

Everyone needed to stop treating me like a child.

Lightning flashed through the clouds just as I heard screaming up ahead.  It went dark again only to light up Fours figure on the very top of the boat.

I bolted in his direction, It may have seemed like a dumb decision but all I could think of was getting to Four and making sure he didn’t have to fight alone.

I was here to help, so God dam it I was going to fight.

I ran up the last set of stairs rounding the corner expecting to see Four but with my luck I ran straight into one of the guards. Screeching at the sudden shock, I had no time to react when his fist connected to my jaw. I stumbled back grabbing onto the hand rails of the top of the staircase, but just as I’d regained myself a kick to my chest sent me flying down the stairs.

I hit the deck winded, groaning at the pain coursing in my back. I took two deep breaths, managing to roll onto my side.

The guard was walking slowly down the stairs smirking at me. Shit.

I put my head down on the deck and went limp, I pretended to pass out. Then the guy reached me, kicking with his shoe I suddenly gripped his ankle and bit down as hard as I could.

He was screaming and wiggling trying to get away, I released and took advantage punching him in the crotch.

He doubled over in pain as I managed to my feet, I managed to knock him out  with one punch.

Now slightly limping I made it up the stairs again, trying to regain my breath.

I got to the top and made my way around the outside. I got to the pool but a guard came out the door so I hid putting my back against the wall.

I peered round, my eyes immediately connecting with Fours over the other side of the pool.

I shot forward a little so surprised, It dawned on me how out in the open he was. My heart started racing, all I could do was stare at him with tear filled eyes.  We were surrounded.

Suddenly I heard shuffling coming from behind me. “You bitch! I’m going to make you pay.”

The guy from the bottom of the stairs came charging at me, I hadn’t even realised that I had walked backwards out into the open until Four had Shouted my name.

I looked around confused.

But quickly focused back on the guy in front of me when his footsteps got louder. He threw another punch but this one I manged to duck in time. Running under his hand I got behind him and Kicked his back. He stumbled forward. I looked up to see Four being attacked as soon as I moved to go help him the guy got back up and started charging me again.

“Jesus Christ, do you ever give up!” I blocked another swing with my forearm.

He moaned and proceeded to get a knife out his back pocket.  I stumbled back in horror. Where’s that metal stick when I needed it.

He started slashing the air with it.

“This.”

I stepped back avoiding the slashing.

“Isn’t”

Another step back.

“Fair.”

My back hit a wall.

“Shit.” I said breathlessly.

Final Chapter