#and i just couldn’t even look at a screen for an extended amount of time

[silverliing]

please tell me they went trick or treating in lenora

[7ndipity]

Shy

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: You’re desperately craving your boyfriend's attention, but are too shy to ask for it outright. Luckily, Yoongi knows what you want anyway.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: +18 mdni, smut, swearing, unprotected sex(don’t do this pls), soft dom-ish Yoongi, brief mentions of insecurities, not proofread

A/N: Thanks @theuselessdaydreamingidiot for requesting this! I had so much writing this one, I hope you like it!

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He had to be doing this on purpose.

Normally, Yoongi could read you like a book, whether that was knowing whether you’d had a particularly rough day or just what food you were craving, all you had to do was look at him and he would know what you wanted.

Which was why his current lack of response to your attempts to gain his attention was so frustrating.

The two of you hadn’t been able to see each other all week due to your work schedules, and to say you were starting to go a little crazy was an understatement. As soon as you got to his place, all you had been able to think about was jumping his bones. Normally, you didn’t consider yourself a particularly horny person, but being without your boyfriend for any extended amount of time definitely tended to make you extra needy.

It didn’t help that your boyfriend in question somehow managed to look so fucking hot all. the. time. Even the simple sweatpants and white tee combo he was wearing was enough to make you clench your thighs together with need in your current state.

You’d tried your best to ignore it through dinner, but once the two of you had cozied up together on the couch to watch an episode of a drama, you couldn’t take it anymore. You were hyper aware of the warmth radiating off of his body, his arm looped loosely around your waist, the scent of his cologne filling your senses and drawing you closer, tucking your face against his neck as the ache in your core grew stronger.

Fuck you wanted him so bad.

Usually, all you needed to do was just give a little hint that you were in the mood to Yoongi and he would take the lead for you, asking in a low voice if you wanted to make each other feel good, an offer that you always readily agreed to.

But tonight, nothing seemed to catch his attention.

You let your fingers dance over his skin, tracing little patterns over his arm, up his bicep to his shoulder and back again, trying to elicit a response from him, but all he’d done was tighten his other arm around your waist ever so slightly.

Deciding to try being a bit more direct, you shifted around in his hold, pressing teasing little kisses along the underside of his jaw, knowing it was one of his weak spots, hoping he would finally catch on to hint at what you wanted.

Yoongi hummed appreciatively, but his attention was still fully locked on the screen in front of you, relaxing further into the couch.

You drew back slowly, frowning in frustration as you studied his side profile.

Maybe he was just really interested in the show, maybe he wasn’t in the mood, you weren’t sure, but you felt too shy and awkward to ask outright.

Giving up, you slipped out from under his arm and stood up.

“Where’re you going?” He asked, finally looking up at you with a small frown.

“I’m tired, I think I’m just gonna go on to bed.” You lied.

“Are you sure?” He asked with a slight pout. “You want me to come with you?”

Yes please! “No, you stay and finish the show.” You pecked his cheek. “G’night, Baby.”

You quickly made your way down the hall to his room, not bothering with a light as you climbed into bed, curling onto your side away from the door, staring at the wall in frustration.

You don’t know why you hadn’t just said yes when he’d offered to come with you, maybe then he would’ve caught on if you’d tried again? Or maybe he was intentionally ignoring you as a way to tease you for your shyness with him.

You don’t know why you always felt so shy to initiate anything sexual with Yoongi, it wasn’t like your relationship was particularly new or anything, but everytime you even thought about saying the same things that Yoongi said to you, they sounded so awkward and unsexy, not at all like when he said them. When he said them, you felt your stomach drop in the best way, your knees turning to jelly as your heart rate picked up. In just a few words, he could completely turn you to putty in his hands, a skill you desperately wished you possessed at times like this. Instead you were laying in bed alone and irritated.

No more than five minutes had passed before you heard the bedroom door behind you open,

Yoongi’s footsteps padding softly across the carpeted room to the bed.

You heard him chuckle softly to himself before the mattress dipped under his weight, quietly sliding under the covers and shifting over till he was pressed against your back, draping an arm over your waist.

“Babe? Are you asleep?” He asked softly.

“ ‘m trying to.” You grumbled, brushing his arm off of you. “I thought you were watching your show?”

“I missed you too much.” He said, nuzzling his face in your hair. “It’s no fun without you.”

You didn’t respond, but he could sense you soured mood

“I’m sorry baby. Was I not giving enough attention earlier?” He wound his arm around your waist again, pulling you close as his lips trailed along your neck and shoulder, mirroring your actions from earlier.

You squirmed slightly against him, not wanting to cave so easily, but his wandering hands and warm breath against your skin flooded your core with arousal, your breath hitching and coming out unsteady.

“Let me make it up to you.” He murmured against your skin, his hand making its way under your shirt, fingers brushing over where your skin disappeared under the material of your sleep shorts.

Fuck, you were so weak for him.

“Please.” You breathed, arching closer to him.

You made a soft noise, something between a whimper and his name as he continued to leave a trail of kisses against the flushed skin of your neck as his fingers slipped under the waistband, creeping lower till they brushed your pubic bone, just shy of where you needed him.

You squirmed in his gentle hold, bordering on desperation now.

“Yoongi,” You pleaded. “Please.” You needed him, and you weren’t sure how much longer your sanity could hold out against his teasing touches.

“I got you, baby,” He assured you softly, retracting his hand. “I’ll take care of you.”

He gently rolled you over, caressing your face before bringing his lips to yours in a tender kiss.

You sighed in relief, looping your arms around his neck to keep him close as he shifted to hover over you, settling between your legs that fell open to accommodate him.

His grip on your waist tightened in surprise as your tongue delved into his mouth, swallowing down the sweet, almost inaudible groan that left him as your wet muscle tangled with his own.

God, you were addicted to the taste of him, light and sweet with a faint bitterness of the wine you’d drank at dinner.

His fingers dug into your thighs, dimpling the flesh as he ground his hips against yours, pressing his growing erection against your clothed core, your arousal soaking through the material of your shorts and making them stick to you slightly.

You don’t know when he removed his sweats, all you were aware of was his fingers hooking in the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down as you lifted your hips to help him remove them, leaving you both bare from the waist down.

“My sweet baby.” He hummed, leaving another trail of wet kisses down your throat as he brushed two fingers through your slick folds, making you hiss as he teased your throbbing clit.

“Fuck Yoongi, please!” You begged. You had lost all patience, shamelessly bucking against his hand to any sort of relief, and in turn breaking any resistance he held.

As weak as you might have been for Yoongi, he was even more so for you, willing to give you anything you wanted and more. You could ask him for the moon and he would find a way to technically give it to you.

Removing his fingers, he shifted position to align the tip of his cock with your entrance. You were so wet and needy already, he slipped into you easily without any prep, sinking in all the way to the hilt in one go, making your eyes roll back in pleasure at finally being filled.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Angel.” He groaned, watching the way your hungry cunt swallowed him so eagerly. He pulled back, rolling his hips into yours slowly, letting you feel every inch and vein of his cock as it dragged against your walls.

“Fuck Yoongi, faster, please.” You practically mewled, clinging to his shoulders.

It was almost embarrassing, how reactive you were, how fast you fell apart for him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, all you wanted was for Yoongi to fuck you properly.

The desperation in your voice sent a shot of electricity straight through Yoongi, making his cock twitch inside you as he immediately picked up the pace, plunging back into you quickly and setting a pace that had your toes curling.

His arms were braced against the mattress on either side of you, caging you in while your own hands clutched feebly at his back, nails scraping against his skin, leaving bright red lines and crescent marks in their wake.

Yoongi buried his face in your neck, groaning out with nearly every thrust, not bothering to try and muffle them as he knew they only spurred you further on as well, making you clench and spasm around him.

“F-fuck, Yoongi! I-I‘m close!” You managed to whine out,

“I know, baby, it’s okay.” Yoongi panted, kissing your neck. “Let go, I’ve got you.”

A few more thrusts of Yoongi’s hips were all that it took to tip you over the edge, a sharp ringing filling your ears as your high crashed over you, flooding your senses and causing your muscles to contract and spasm in bliss.

Yoongi followed almost immediately after you, spilling deep inside you with a broken groan, body going stiff over yours as he shuddered through the aftershocks.

He half collapsed on top of you, rolling to the side to avoid crushing you as you both lay there, chests heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

“Feel better?” He asked breathlessly.

“Yeah,” You replied weakly. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.” He grinned, leaning up to kiss your cheek. “Though, you know, if you wanted sex, you could just ask. You don’t have to keep teasing me till I say something.”

“So you were paying attention earlier!” You exclaimed, sitting up to look at him. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was waiting to see if you would say something first,” He said, sitting up as well. “But then you went off to sulk instead.”

“I wasn’t sulking.” You pouted.

“Yes you were.” He smiled softly, wrapping his arms around you. “What I want to know though is why? Why won’t you ever initiate sex with me directly? You always kinda dance around it till I make the first move.” He looked down at you curiously.

“I don’t know.” You looked down, feeling your face heat up. “I guess I just feel kinda shy.”

Yoongi let out a short burst of laughter.

“Babe, you are one of the least shy people I’ve ever met!” He laughed. “I’ve seen you make friends in the middle of the grocery store after having a full blown debate with someone over the validity of skim milk!”

“That’s different! This is you and me, it’s feels embarrassing!” You buried your face in his chest, earning another chuckle from him. “What am I supposed to do, just jump you as soon as you walk in the door and say 'I need you in me or I’ll die'?”

“I mean, that would be really hot,” He smirked, earning a weak smack from you. “But seriously, you don’t need to feel embarrassed with me. Anytime you’re in the mood, just tell me. Hell, we could even make up a codeword if that makes you feel better.” He offered.

“What, like ‘Pineapple’?” You asked, incredulously.

“Sure, if that’s what you want. As of now, Pineapple means sex.” He announced, making you burst into a fit of laughter of your own.

“You’re insane!” You giggled.

“Only for you.” He said with a grin. “I mean it though, I want you to feel comfortable talking to me about stuff like this.”

You nodded, letting you head rest back against his chest.

“Thank you.” You said. “For not making fun of me.”

“I would never.” He said seriously, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

You drifted off to the sound of Yoongi’s heartbeat, completely and utterly content.

You did, however, wake up the next morning to several containers of fresh pineapple in the refridgerator.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

“I think I’m hillarious.”

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[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

I love your blog so much!! You're without a doubt my favorite writer on this app, you write yanderes so so well and you just manage to capture so amazingly the personality of EVERY character you write, especially Byakuya, i love him so much, and you just write him so well, i've been reading and rereading your works nonstop!

Could i please request yandere Byakuya with a Reader who's very kind and gentle and they like to follow him around (not in an annoying way, but in an attempt to try to befriend him and make sure he is okay during the killing game, since he is kinda excluded for being an ass). Better yet, how would he react to Reader actually leaving him alone after he went too far, or was too mean to them

Love everything you post so much, feel free to deny, remember to eat and drink water!

Thank you so so much! I'm happy i could make you happy! 🖤🖤🖤🖤

Sweet ‘n Sour | Yandere Byakuya Togami

It’s honestly an honor

That you’re transmigrated into an anime/game

Too bad it’s the killing game of Danganronpa

And of course, with you thrown in the middle things are really unpredictable

So you’ll comfort yourself in being as kind to these characters as you possibly can

Especially Byakuya

A fan favorite and an intriguing ally throughout the game

Of course, you just gravitate toward him

Even though he sneers and insults you

Sometimes threatens

But you don’t mind…

…

Even though….

Those comments are beginning to hurt 

It’s one thing to love a meaner character through the screen but in person, it’s pretty hard

despite your inclination to maintain your usual smile and gentle actions

After a while, you just stop trying 

Too bad some may consider that your biggest mistake:

“Honestly I was hoping you’d turn up as one of the corpses during this farce; it probably would have made it even more interesting.”

That was it.

That was the last straw for you. Toko could have all his time and attention for all you care. The sheer fact you’ve put up with this for so long disgusts you. To hear your own life be spat on by the guy you’d been trying to extend a helping hand to–it was despicable. (Of him or of you, you couldn’t decide.)

“Ah, I see. Have a good night then.”

That was the last time you went out of your way to speak to him; immediately changing your schedule to accompany someone else. Since you’d been away with Byakuya you almost forgot how kind the rest of the group was. 

“(Y/n) I’m so happy you’re willing to hang out now! Let’s make donuts together!”

“After that I hope you’ll indulge me and Naegi in a puzzle of sorts.”

“I-if it’s alright with you..”

It was refreshing. 

To be told you were actually wanted around was somehow so fulfilling.

What terrible company you’ve been keeping.

“I’d love to!” Within a matter of days you are feeling the warmth of friendly interactions; whereas the man you’re avoiding is having a….less than stellar reaction.

Crash! 

Toko was excited that her Byakuya-sama had finally chased you. A rival weak enough to be effected by words wasn’t much of a rival at all! But upon your absence in only a few hours into his daily routine Byakuya had made an intense realization. 

That he desperately desired your attention on him.

He didn’t have to actually see you skirting your routine with him to know he hated the thought of you spending any amount of time with his classmates rivals. It literally made his skin itch and his throat close up with every minute away from you. Naturally he doesn’t care that even Toko is unnerved by the tantrum he throws. Books are strewn about, the shelves dangerously leaning against one another. All of it just an emphasis of the palpable malice emanating off of Byakuya. In the middle of the ruins he just stands still. 

Alarmingly still.

Like a predator looking out. 

Are they hunting? Scoping? Contemplating the ways to torture their enemies?

No one really knows.

Even when he pulls at his hair and belts out in an uncouth laughing fit. In an instant he stops demanding Monokuma show himself this instant. He needed to find you. Now. He’ll make it a point to inform the headmaster of his own teaching. 

Because apparently you–being the kind and gentle soul you are should be able to withstand all kinds of people. Especially him. Always him. So he’ll offer his own guidance by keeping you within arms reach at all times. 

He expects you to persist against anything he can throw at you.

How else are you going to rule the world as a Togami?

[lynzishell]

The Past 💛 Atlas

Later that morning, I sit back in my chair and stare blankly at my desk. I absent-mindedly swipe away a dark speck of dust that has landed on the otherwise clean white surface while Blinky gives me side-eyes in my periphery. The headphones he wears have become just as much a decoration as he is since the left side started crackling with static during certain songs, and I have to admit, they look better on him anyway.

Today, it feels like my whole head is full of static, like an old television that’s losing reception. I start to wonder if I angle my head the right way, maybe I can get a sharper image and clearer sound again. I tilt my head to the side in a half-hearted attempt with no luck and feel silly for it.

Mornings usually aren’t this difficult for me, but today I just can’t seem to fully wake up. My vision blurs and I pinch my eyes closed, pressing into them with my thumb and forefinger. The office gets gradually louder as people start their day, chatting with one another and typing on their keyboards. I look forward to being able to put in my earbuds and drown them out.

Suddenly, a heavy hand lands on my back. I know without looking that it’s our manager, Kiyoshi. I lift my head up as he asks, “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I tell him as I try to focus on his face rather than the stars floating in front of me, “Just tired. I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Sorry to hear that. We’re training tomorrow, so try to get some rest tonight.”

“Will do.”

He gives me a nod and turns his attention to his own desk and computer screen.

I glance at the clock and sigh. How can a day feel this long at only 8:54 in the morning?  

With a yawn, I grab my empty mug, grateful that I at least have time to fill it before our morning meeting.

As I turn the corner toward the kitchenette, I notice two people already hovering around the coffee machine. I stop in my tracks and debate turning back. There’s nothing I want less than to wait awkwardly behind them while they finish up and leave. Especially if they try to make small talk. I don’t know their names, so it’ll be even worse if they know mine. No amount of coffee is worth it. I don’t care how tired I am.

I curse under my breath and walk back to my desk, set my mug down, and make my way to the conference room.

I take my usual spot in the back, against the window, and wait as the rest of our team files in behind me. Lex catches my eye and skips over, “G’morning,” she greets me with a smile.

“Morning,” I say, attempting to give her a small smile in return, but inevitably giving up.

“You alright?”

“Just tired. I thought your friend was starting today. Or is that next week?”

“No, it’s today. He’s with Jeanie, getting his badge and all that. He’ll be here in a minute.”

I nod and look out the window, to the mountains in the distance. I like the view here. Our last office was surrounded by other buildings on all sides so you couldn’t see anything aside from the busy streets below. When we relocated here, to the edge of Uptown, it was a pleasant surprise to see a real view. As senior developer, I’m lucky enough to have a desk by the window. It almost makes the extended commute to this stuffy neighborhood worth it. Almost.

I turn my attention forward as Kiyoshi starts the meeting, and immediately see a flash of teal out of the corner of my eye. My heart stops and my breath catches in my chest as though I just had the wind knocked out of me, a small piece of my dream suddenly clear in my mind, so real that I can still feel the weight of him lying limp in my arms. A wave of grief climbs up my throat and I nearly scream his name, but… but I don’t know his name. I try to remember it, unable to take my eyes off him as he walks into the room.

“Oh good, you made it,” Kiyoshi gestures toward him, “Everyone, this is Asher, our new environment artist. Evan will show you around after the meeting and get you up to speed.” Evan raises their hand and Asher nods to them.

Asher.

Ash.

The name echoes in my mind, again and again, like it’s being shouted in a vast and empty cave, bouncing off every wall and back again.  The room around me tilts sideways, and I think I might be sick.

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[sseomtada]

being [ruben dias]

you receive a visitor while working late & make a pivotal decision.

warnings: 18+... | wc: 5093 | 4/8

“Did you get the package I sent?”

You’d finally made time to have an extended FaceTime call with your mom who was more than happy to give you an earful of her recent doings. The ramblings that once served as an annoyance now provided a strange comfort. Perhaps it was because it reminded you of the time when your biggest worry was whether or not you’d ace your next test.

“Yes,” She laughed. “The English are terrible with food, but they got tea making right.”

That made you join in with her. The traditional food here did leave much to be desired, but thankfully, a wonderful immigrant population has made their culinary world highly diverse and tasty.

Earlier, your mom sent you a picture of her posing next to the Nike ad your company had helped brand. She said she could tell by one look at it, without even knowing you were a part of it, that it had come from your mind. In that moment, her eyes were a bit shiny.

You felt your heart soften. There were rarely times where she visibly showed how proud of you she was, her words were always at the forefront. Your own eyes teared up as you looked up and blinked.

What did you think of it?

Just how proud of you I am.

Collaborating with big brands and names, celebrating your successes in rooms with insurmountable net worths - it was all great. None of it came close to providing the same amount of validation as hearing those words come from her. One of the biggest driving forces behind you not giving up and chasing this crazy dream was her. You couldn’t put into words how relieved you were when you felt that her sacrifices for you had paid off.

“I’ve got to start getting ready for work, but I promise I’ll talk to you soon.” You looked at the time with a sigh.

“Tell Aki I said hello!” She waved. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You returned the gesture.

Though things were going well with Bana’s latest projects, you’d been dragging your feet when heading into the office for the past few days. There was something like a weight on your chest akin to the feeling of when guilt gnawed at your insides.

That conversation you had with Ruben played in your mind over and over whenever it wasn’t otherwise occupied. You didn’t tell Aki how you’d gotten back to your place, or the exchange that occurred. There wasn’t any particular reason behind your withholding, you just needed time to process it.

A definitive answer still had yet to come to your latest question, what would you do now? Was there even anything to do at all, anything that could be done? The truth behind the breakup was just…sad. More than anger or pain, you just felt disconsolation.

It seemed as if you and him had both bitten off more than you could chew. You were overly enamored with him and placed him on a pedestal that he wasn’t ready for and didn’t want to be on.

The way things ended would never be excusable, but you now had a sense of understanding that made it more digestible. You were able to start working on that wound and healing it to the point of a mild ache instead of the agony it once generated.

“Do I get a gold star for beating you in today?” Aki gloated at the door.

You faked a laugh. “I’ll think about it. Mom says hi, by the way.”

She got all giddy at that and started reminiscing about your mother’s cooking. Before she could make your stomach start speaking in tongues, you told her to grab Cindy for your morning meeting in the conference room.

The project with Erling was going well so far. After your first conversation with him and his assistant, they sent over some of the ideas they were leaning more towards as well as additional points they’d like to meet.

“I’ve been playing with these fonts and color schemes for the logo and typography.” Cindy presented on the large screen.

“Awesome,” You nodded. “I’d send those over to him so you can get that finalized by the end of the week.”

“Sponsor option one is willing to pay a pretty penny, but they do want exclusivity for a period of time. The second is coming in lower with the benefit of more contractual freedom and a door open for bonuses if key revenue markers are met.” Aki gave her update.

They were both good proposals to consider, so you gave her the same directive as Cindy.

When it came to your specific workload, there was still plenty to do. You showed them the outline of what you’d done so far and received feedback on features that could be useful as you continued to build.

Website design was one of the more headache inducing parts of marketing, one that would usually be handled by a design team. You didn’t have the cashflow just yet to hire or outsource someone to do this aspect.

That left you tapping into the Python and CSS skills you developed in your IT minor to get the job done. Thankfully, technology had come a long way to make website building much easier than doing it from absolute scratch.

There were a few tweaks you had to make to the work you’d already done and more features you wanted to complete before clocking out for the day. Given the busy and focus intensive nature of the tasks at hand, your girls left you to it. They let you know when they were headed out through the company’s Slack.

You weren’t sure if your blue light frames were doing anything, or if your eyes were just exhausted from staring at the monitors for hours on end. A quick eye drop and coffee break was all you could trust yourself to do.

Any longer than that and you would be convincing yourself to shut down your computer. It would only make you feel like shit once you got home and showered though, considering you were already down to the last two bullet points on your to-do list.

You sat back down at your desk, took a deep breath and got back into it. Add a few more lines of code in the backend software, run it to test to ensure there were no glitches, and repeat the process. One more bullet point was left to go when your phone pinged.

Is this still your number?

Ruben’s name sat above the message. You slid your glasses up to your hair and picked up the device, contemplating if you should reply or not. It was kind of funny that he texted you that considering that he hadn’t changed his own either - hence the contact still popping up with his name.

Depends on who this is.

You couldn’t help pulling his leg a little. Knowing him, he would obviously gather that this was still, in fact, your number and you were taking a crack at him. Three dots appeared shortly after your reply.

That’s fair.

Are you busy?

Your bottom lip pinned between your teeth, brows meeting. It was pretty late on a weekday, a time when most would be winding down to go to bed if not already sound asleep. Unfortunately for him, perhaps, your answer wouldn’t be what he wanted to hear.

I’m still at work, so…yes.

Those little dots appeared again, his acknowledgment floating up without hesitation.

Okay, I’ll leave you to it.

That was a conversation ender if there ever was one. You placed your phone back to the desk, face down, and slid your glasses back on. Tackling the last bullet point suddenly became even more of an uphill climb than it already was with that fresh dialog banging pots and pans in your head.

It was mentally difficult to disengage from the conversation. You started to wonder what Ruben wanted. Why did he decide to message you tonight at this hour, days after the last time you spoke? What would he have said if you did tell him that you were free?

With a groan, you spun around in your chair until you grew dizzy. After the stars cleared from your eyes and the pit in your stomach settled, you grounded yourself enough to get back on track. All that pondering could wait until you were tucked under your duvet.

You returned to user interfacing , trying to approach the website so far from the visiting fans and prospective client views. Everything was in top shape so far, making you throw your hands up in the air gratefully. Just after you saved and tripled checked that you’d done so, the office’s door buzzer went off.

If Cindy or Aki had come back to check on your wellbeing, they would’ve just entered the code. Deliveries weren’t made after a certain hour either. You pulled up the security camera feed out front on your monitor to see whether or not you’d have to call the cops.

The sight it brought disarmed you, but didn’t entirely provide relief. Ruben peered around and when he spotted the lens, he waved. He held up the bags in each of his hands, clearly full of take out. Responding to that before you could was your belly, an embarrassing gurgle echoing through your office.

“I could’ve been gone by now. Or lying.” You raised a brow after opening the door.

“Yet here you are.” Ruben shrugged.

A tense period passed of you two looking at each other. He was wondering whether or not you would let him in and you were tossing the same question around in your head. Eventually, you stepped aside.

“Ten pounds says you haven’t eaten anything since lunch.” Ruben set the bags down on the coffee table. “No, breakfast.”

It was exasperating how he had the tendency to be absolutely on the money. You regrettably haven’t grow out of a habit he knew all too well about, which was neglecting your meals in an effort to get your tasks completed.

“Hm. What’s on the menu?” You grunted and sank to the guest sofa.

“Lo mein…butter chicken…” Ruben pulled the containers from their respective bags. “Kebabs. I wasn’t sure what you’d want most.”

And so his irritating ability continued. Even though both assumptions were made on the basis of the past and were somewhat of a shot in the dark for your present self, they both held true. Your taste in cravings still stood the test of time.

“Why are you here, really*?*” You couldn’t pretend like this was normal.

There was something bigger than an elephant in the room. It carried the immeasurable weight of everything that had transpired from the moment you weakly kicked his football back to him, to your first kiss and dance, and every juncture leading up to the only time he’d made you cry tears of sorrow.

The uncertainty of what was to become of you and him carried the bulk of that heaviness.

“The easiest way I can answer that is by asking you a question.” Ruben paused, lowering the napkins. “Would you prefer it if we live in the same city, run in the same circles, and basically act like we’re strangers or would you rather do…this?”

A frustrated puff of air left your nose.

“That’s just it.” You ran your hands down your face. “What is this?”

“I don’t know. All I know is that I can’t do the alternative.” He sat beside you. “I can’t act like we’re two people on a morning commute who happen to make eye contact and stutter through small talk to ease the awkwardness. Can you?”

There it was. That **was the solution to the problem that had been harping on you since that last conversation. You couldn’t figure out what it was you wanted to do, what you could do now, because you hadn’t even considered the other perspective - what did you not want?

It was exactly as he said. You didn’t want to carry around your history and act like it never happened. That made hearing his name, or even thinking about the slightest chance that you would run into him feel suffocating.

You wanted to breathe. Though it was obvious that neither of you knew exactly how to go about that yet, Ruben had at least taken the first step. All things considered, an olive branch extended in the form of your favorite foods wasn’t the worst place to start.

Your response came in the form of motioning towards the butter chicken.

“I should’ve bet on that too.” Ruben shook his head with a small smile.

The train had left the station, but there was no destination in sight. Yes, it was agreed that acting like you didn’t once mean a significant amount to one another wasn’t the best way to go about things. That still left a gaping sense of what now, which rang louder than the silence as you dug into your meal of choice.

You decided to take the next step this time. It was a painfully ordinary way to break the ice, yet one that could lead to other paths. Or it could have you opening doors you would rather not see behind.

Seven years seemed like a lifetime. There was evidently a story surrounding how he went from playing locally to now being part of such a big foreign team, so you started there by asking him about it. Ruben visibly relaxed more as he shared his trajectory.

It was bittersweet to hear all that you missed. The big matches and the grand occasions you once had envisioned was a part of your future too. You had a sense that the feeling was mutual for him when the question was returned to you.

Ultimately, what you were both most conscious of was the fact that you’d made the dreams you whispered about late at night in each other’s arms come true. And somehow, they had led you to be sitting right here. Together.

“How’s Aki doing?” Ruben asked and then laughed to himself. “I know she can still pack a verbal punch. She didn’t hold back at that launch party.”

That piqued your interest. She and him always had a sibling relationship with banter filled exchanges that sounded borderline abusive to those who didn’t know they were close. How badly did she chew him out to have him fearful?

“Did her choice of words allude to you finding the nearest ditch and falling into it?” You snorted.

“Okay, not that much of a punch. She told me to not do anything after I…” He bit his lip, considering. “After I told her that I didn’t want to hurt either of you again.”

Gravity thickened once more, but not in the same sense as before. The wheels were moving less heavily now with the flow of communication going like it always had. You guessed his words were a harrowing reminder of how you’d gotten to be here in the first place.

For a moment, you’d forgotten. It began to feel the way things did back then and him saying that brought reality back to the forefront. The relationship you had with him, regardless of what that looked like, would never be the same as it once was.

“What do you mean by she told you not to do anything?” Your subconscious backtracked a bit to a point you were confused about.

“Her words verbatim were then stop. It was like a warning, she was telling me not to act on what was going through my mind.” Ruben replied candidly.

It felt as if you were approaching one of those doors you thought about earlier. You took a beat to decide if you were going to turn the knob and face whatever laid in wait bravely, or walk away with blissful ignorance.

Except…there would never be the latter in your case. If you didn’t dare to look at or hear the things that could frighten you, there wouldn’t be a moment of peace in your spirit. You would toss and turn, night after night, going through a cycle of beating yourself up for shying away and then convincing yourself it was for the best.

No more running. You recall the silent promise you made to yourself when you drank with Aki not long ago. It was time to make good on that.

“What were you thinking then?” You set aside your nearly empty container and turned to him.

“I was thinking the same thing I am now.” When he looked at you, his eyes were resolute. “That I still love you. I did back then and I never stopped anywhere in between. The difference today is that it doesn’t scare me anymore. To be deeply by you and giving you it all in return.”

Your lips parted with nothing and everything behind them.

You wanted to yell at him and call him every bad name in existence. You wanted to admonish him for only just now being ready to accept your feelings for him, the very thing he once saw as a burden. But you couldn’t, because that wasn’t what you truly desired.

His revelation did end up frightening you in the way you feared the most. That whatever you discovered would be like having a mirror held up to you. Aki played dumb that night for your sake because you’d been too much of a coward to admit it - the real reason you hadn’t been on more dates than you had fingers on one hand.

“And what if I don’t anymore?” You weren’t sure if your words were born of that same cowardice or from the spite you so badly wanted to be real.

“I’d be a fool if I thought you did.” Ruben sighed. “I’ve already made peace with that aspect of us…remaining in the past.”

What was left unsaid was the reason he brought it up in the first place. Beside you asking, he could’ve just given an answer that was pacifying. Something that didn’t imply that he also wanted to know whether you still felt the same or not. Yet, he chose to go with the unfiltered truth with hopes that he’d pull the answer out of you.

“I was always the smartest one between us.” You took the bait indirectly.

Ruben looked at you then with knitted brows, proving your point. You were sharper than he was in many ways, though not by a measurable amount. Only a few seconds went by before recognition struck. His gaze softened, a hand reaching for you hesitantly.

Yours met it halfway and pulled him in. It was a move he didn’t anticipate causing his full weight to come down on you. There wasn’t room to analyze the awkward position of your body, half sitting, half lying down. That task was impossible when he was chest to chest with you, his nose a hair away from your own. Those dark pools of his swallowing you whole.

He inched closer, then paused. “Can I-”

You nudged your head up slightly to mold your mouth to his. It was just a prolonged peck, yet your heart was pounding like the ground under the galloping of hundreds of stallions. When you sank back down, you were breathless.

Ruben cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking the supple skin tenderly as his gazed fluttered all over your face. Your eyes closed against the feeling and you only had seconds to savor it before he initiated the second kiss.

He trembled against you, muscles tensed with forced composure. You didn’t want that. Your arms curled around his neck to bring him even nearer. When his tongue finally slid against yours, a part of your memory cracked open.

It left you breathing erratically in the same way you did when on the verge of tears. You’d forgotten. Though your mind had filled in the blanks with similar sensations, you’d forgotten the exact way he felt and tasted.

Kissing him felt like hot summer days of the past. The baking of your skin suddenly given reprieve under gray clouds that rolled in unannounced, and then the skies breaking to douse you. Instead of running, you always let your head fall back and your jaw slacken - feeling, tasting.

A small, desperate sound sounded from the back of your throat. How much of him had been lost? It must’ve been too much to bear to recall how his hair grew thickest at the base of his skull and how strong his grip became as his need for you grew.

“Can you say it?” Ruben rasped.

You blinked dark spots from your vision, trying to grapple with the meaning of his inquiry. It was you this time who was struggling to keep up. Once you were able to, you smiled up at him. The reason why every thought of him still hurt and why you dreamt of him so often was telling. Of course you did and yes, you could admit it at last.

“I still love you too.”

That was all he needed to hear for his final tether to snap loose. He tilted your head further, his tongue reclaiming yours - slick and warm, much like the state of things between your thighs. Fingers curled around the back of your knee, tugging, and no more had to be done for you to shuffle until he was fully nested in the middle of your legs.

You caressed along the sides of his torso, bunching up his shirt along the way. His lips detached from yours to let you remove it completely, and when you chased after them hungrily, you were met with denial.

Ruben had other plans, immediately latching onto the skin of your neck while his hands worked deftly to unfasten the buttons of your blouse. You arched into him, wanting more. Needing it after been deprived of him for so long.

Your palms greedily ran over every inch of skin they could find, grasping from the beginning of his hips all the way up to his shoulders. He’d always felt sturdy beneath your touch, but today he felt indestructible.

Muscle upon muscle rippled as he moved against you on instinct. Ruben’s breath was ragged against your collarbone where he sucked and nipped. That bottomless, gnawing yearn you had for him grew ravenous. Your hips pressed upwards and into his, lips trailing along his hairline.

“I missed you.” The words tumbled from you freely.

You didn’t think there was ever a time in your life where you’d felt this exposed, vulnerable. Coming back home to a place you thought was lost to you for eternity would do that, you supposed.

“Yeah?” He grinned against your skin.

You nodded promptly.

Ruben slid a hand up your stomach. “I missed you too. So much.”

“Come here.” You whispered.

His lips travelled up from between your breasts until they met your own again. You exhaled into them, trying to swat away your impatience to allow yourself to relish in every line and dip. When that battle could no longer be fought, you twisted beneath him.

Your hands shot to the belt low on his waist before his own could. Though the series of actions that followed were done with fervor, they might as well had lasted an eternity. Your fingers undid the buckle, his hands assisted your toes that pushed at those stubborn last layers. He went to remove the slick soak panties revealed by your ridden up skirt, but you refused to wait any longer.

“Please - ” A frustrated whine ripped its way out.

Ruben leaned down to hush you with a languid and ardent kiss. It had your toes curling into the upholstery before the feeling of him rubbing your thinly covered heat could. You moaned appreciatively, but kept pressing up into his touch - more.

Two of his digits slipped the fabric aside and sliced through your folds. That was better. You sucked on his tongue, your lower half writhing to move your swollen clit against his fingers. Maybe it should’ve been embarrassing to experience yourself react this vividly, but it wasn’t. You were beyond touch starved and the first hands to make contact were none other than his. In a way, it was oddly poetic.

“Ruben…” You called to him with your voice again, urging alongside your body.

He heard you, teeth flashing against your mouth, “Just making sure you’re ready.”

Despite your state that was bordering on delirium, you picked up on a slight tone to his statement. It felt like it had two meanings - the first spoke obviously to your physical state, and the second aimed more at your mental. Were you ready to do this again?

You could never be a stranger to Ruben. Certainly never just a friend or acquaintance. As long as you both existed in the same place and at the same time, it was always going to be you and him, together.

“I am.” Your fingers comb through his hair. “I want all of you.”

His head dropped to your chest, lips brushing over the top of your left breast. You clenched around nothing in response to him sliding his cock against you. The sound of him coating himself in your wetness, much less the feel of it, had you on the verge of madness.

When he rested his tip at your opening, you took in a shaky breath. Air slowly exited your lungs as he gradually entered you. What a stretch it still was to make sure you took every inch of him. You hugged his strong back while you adjusted.

Soon, you began circling your hips and then working his length. Ruben was quick to pick up your rhythm, pulling just a little out as your back arched and pushing all the way in when it curled. You were taking him with ease now - warm, slippery juices making a mess between your legs.

Fuck, he felt so incredible. It would’ve been useless to fight the urge to moan and coo. Those sounds coupled with slurred, half-finished variations of his name fell from your lips as your muscles began to tighten.

Ruben lost himself in you. His groans came as a direct response to your mewls, eyes fixated on the pleasure overcoming your features. He thrusted into you, going deeper than he’d been before and you gasped.

Your hands flew to his face. You cupped his stubbled cheeks and pressed your forehead to his own. With your eyes locked firmly in on his, you found yourself nodding urgently. That’s it, that’s the spot. Your ears were ringing too loudly for you to determine if you’d said those words aloud or not.

It didn’t matter either way. There was no one who knew your body better than him. Ruben eased his strokes at the very moment you needed him to and not a minute sooner. With each huff of air and roll of your hips as you came, he was there. His lips trailed along the underside of your chin, then your neck.

“Doing okay, baby?” He checked in when you stilled.

You were slightly vibrating at a higher frequency than usual and a bit hazy behind the eyes, but hadn’t felt better in ages. To make that clear to him, one of your hands reached lower to stroke and reposition his cock.

Ruben entered you again and it was easier than before, but twice as stimulating. Your moans were muffled by his neck that your face had pressed into while his thrusts into you were slow and testing. You slung one arm over his shoulder and wrapped your legs around him tight, pleading.

His pace quickened in response. Your head fell back onto the sofa, eyes blinking shut as you felt his hands sliding up your torso softly. He laced his fingers with those of your free hand and brought the conjoined pair to rest over your head.

You squeezed down as you rocked against him, shuddering with each drag of his cock through your walls. Ruben sensed how close you were again. His tongue was waiting for your mouth that opened soundlessly, lapping up your own with hunger.

“Tell me where, love.” He grunted, speeding towards his end as well.

“Stay.” You didn’t miss a beat. Knowing he would second guess your request, you reinforced it for good measure. “Stay in me.”

Ruben whined breathily and that was enough to send you tumbling into the abyss. You were a pool of uncontrolled chaos until he grabbed hold of your hips. His own staggered with each shot of his cum that settled deeply into your core.

The seconds that followed were blissful. You stroked up and down his spine as he kissed you sweetly. Ruben nuzzled his nose against yours, a move he knew you favored. It did the impossible in making you feel even more satiated than you already were.

And then, reality began to remove those rose colored glasses.

It wasn’t in a negative way. You didn’t regret having sex with him or saying any of the things that you did. With post orgasm clarity setting in, it allowed you to take in both of your half-dressed, wrecked states as well as realize you just did all of that in your office. On the common area sofa.

Your hand covered your mouth, a laugh bubbling from between your fingers. Ruben couldn’t stop himself from joining in too. He pulled out and you yelped, trying to no avail to keep all he’d given you inside.

“You’re definitely gonna need a new chair.”

[s1ater]

god, forgive me.

part three of n/a.

ricky rocks. i always forget to update this story even though it's my favorite plot tbh

kathaholics 🦵

finn guess who we just fucking found

sab god himself?

josh we were a little more luckier than that

enya luckier than god?

enya can't wait to hear this

josh the bitch who lit stacy on fire

finn she's coming to smoke with us

sab oh great, another deadbeat to add to our group

josh how could you say that, chicago is a national treasure

josh she did what no one else could do

sab josh, she basically committed arson

finn no, we weren't lucky enough for that

finn more like, third degree burns

josh arson would be like if stacy had just completely disintegrated

josh which sadly did not even come close to happening

"these two jackasses would get themselves expelled if they ever talk like this in public."

"what do you mean?" enya snorts, "they talk like this all the time in public. neither of them have a filtered thought to save them."

louis watches the continuation string of messages between finn and josh dogging on stacy golifolk feed through his screen within their groupchat to no end. he lied in the back of their rec room on an old dusty chair while sabrina and enya continued to discuss how stupid their two friends were.

"louis, you ready to go soon?"

louis perked his head up to sabrina's inquiry, finding both of them looking at him now.

"what?"

"the graveyard," she nodded, "ditching school... remember?"

louis dips his head back as if suddenly being hit with recollection, “oh yeah, uh… no.”

“no?” sabrina is on her knees know, hanging off the back of the couch as she looks at him in surprisal.

“yeah, you seemed to have heard me correctly.”

“okay, no need to be rude about it, blockhead,” enya barges in, looking widely distasteful to his disinterest. “you’re the one who wanted to go.”

“and now i don’t.”

enya rolls her eyes before mumbling, “fucking cunt,” then turning back around to sit normally on the orange couch both her and sab were on. sab still watched him, more with confusion than annoyance that enya was hunkering.

“what’s up with you?”

kathaholics 🦵

josh yo, wtm

josh i got my bag and we already hopped the fence, so the rest of you fuckers better be on the way

sab looks up from her phone as he still scanned josh's messages, “so, you going or not?”

louis feels a strain of annoyance in his chest and a flash of heat flare upon his face; anger. for some reason, he felt a large amount of annoyance and irritation with sabrina still talking to him even after his rejection. he felt this a lot lately, and not just with sabrina, but right now she was putting the cherry on top of increasing his bad mood.

“fuck off, sabrina.”

**

“do you fuckers have no sense of time?”

“relax fuck face, you act like your mental watch is so good.”

“when weed’s involved, it’s immaculate.”

enya gave a hefty sigh before swinging her bag onto her designated seat. she then looked up, analyzing the three sets of red eyes before her, she smirks, “well, well, well, if it isn’t the woman of the hour.”

“my fellow candle stick holder.”

sabrina rolls her eyes as you and enya lean toward one another to shake hands, and you’re just beaming with a thin pressed smile of amusement. she couldn’t believe this was happening.

“ladies, take a seat. you know where you belong,” josh extends his arms out to the dusty old cushions that filled the area across from him

the graveyard was an old abandoned boys school from the 1950s that was never tore down, but rather left for catholic delinquents to discover and deem as there smoke spot. the five of them currently sat in a rusty old school bus that was cleared of most its seats and replaced with scruffy old couch cushions, bean bags, and really anything to provide comfort.

you were beyond amazed at the craftsmanship when your two new friends pulled you into what was the perfect smoke spot. your urge to spark up had increased immediately upon the sight, cutting your tour short and landing all three of you on the couch shoved all the way to the back.

“aye, where is louis at?”

“his cunt ass decided he didn’t want to come,” the sour tone of enya's voice suddenly covered every part of the bus, making everyone look up to her.

you were quick to catch onto the look josh and finn share over you despite being in your high state. her tone was very sobering and somehow you felt ten times more aware of everything all because of her clear distaste for this louis boy.

“fuck, why is that?”

“fuck if i know, louis has a fuckin’ stick up his ass lately.”

“isn’t that right.”

“sorry, who are we talking about?” your face screws up while you pass on the blunt you had to finn, looking between each of them subtly.

“louis partridge,” finn inhales “brown hair, brown eyes, and apparently a recent stick inputted into his ass.”

“such a clear decipher, almost like you didn’t just describe every walking fuck in our school,” enya rolls her eyes at finn and the vague features he offered, then looking to you. "he's the same year as us, was going to be top boy."

her provided information wasn't anymore of a help either.

"what?" however, a burst of energy seized through the group upon the relevance of it.

"lou was going to be top boy?" sabrina's posture was pulled straight as the rest of them, looking for clarification from enya--all she does is shrug.

"no wonder louis has been such a prick lately. he has to start fulfilling the roll," finn chuckles to himself, slowly starting to slouch back down. "too good for us."

"hey, whatever man, good for him," josh lightly taps finn, "maybe we'll finally get coed bathrooms and cig breaks like we've been petitioning for since first year sense we know someone on the board now."

"you guys are disgusting," enya rolls her eyes.

"what, you think they won't go for the dart breaks between class?"

you think enya's eyes are about to fall out of her head by the amount of eye rolls she's had in the past five minutes. you suppress your snicker as she looks at them with a dead stare.

"yeah, good luck with that one," she readjusts herself. "louis doesn't seem to give a damn about us, let alone your first year petitions."

"cmon, en, it was just one thing. he was only pissy because of coming down off of whatever josh gave him this morning," sabrina's voice lightens in defense of him, pushing enya further in annoyance.

"it wasn't just one thing. he's been a dick for the past couple of months. you can't tell me he hasn't when we're the ones who always have to deal with it because these two dimwits are too high half the time to even speak," her pointer finger jabs in your general direction in reference to both finn and josh who seemed shocked to her accusation. "tell me you didn't forget just because you've known him for so long."

there are hints of more spite that intertwined within the sentence, and you wonder why.

"well, I have known him for a long time."

"we all have, sab, but I don't forget his bitch fits because of it."

"oh, cmon, enya, don't you think you're being kinda harsh?" josh motions mindlessly with the hand that isn't propped behind his head. "you're just still pressed about him throwing out your booze stash."

"yeah, and you would be too if it was your pot."

"yeah, well at least I'm smart enough to not bring it around him when he's asked you not to," he takes a hit, his nonchalantness pissing her off. "plus, you're the one who put it in his room."

"suck me off," she grumbles, finally throwing herself into the cushions as if finally giving up. "he shouldn't be friends with alcoholics when he doesn't want to become one himself."

silence, but you still wonder;

"who's louis again?"

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[mirrored-movements]

Go with the Flow

(Miguel O'Hara x Reader)

Synopsis: What happens when you're stuck in another dimension with someone calling you their mom and someone else calling you their wife? You certainly recognized him- but he wasn't your Miguel.

Warnings: None, honestly had no clue where this was going Tbh

Getting spit out of the portal in some random alleyway wasn’t exactly ideal-but worse things have happened, such as the damage done to your dimensional travel watch.

For them being designed by scientists they weren’t as durable as you’d hoped, the item currently glitching out hindering your ability to open a portal and or contact anyone.

Great.

With a disgruntled sigh your mask deactivated, the nanotech retreating away. The rest of your suit quickly shifted into civilian clothes, your fingers still trying feebaly to activate something.

At least you weren’t glitching out. That was the only plus side you could see at the moment besides having been thrown into a vacant alleyway- you didn’t even know what dimension you’d landed in.

Grumbling some more under your breath you turned on your heel, regardless of whether or not you were stranded there had to be something you could do- to either get back or get into contact with someone who could then possibly bring you back.

Stepping out of the alleyway your eyes took in the city; it was reminiscent of classic New York, no flying cars, futuristic outfits, people looked relatively normal- you’d say you ended up somewhere similar to Peters or Gwens dimension.

Continuing to wonder around you’d occasionally peer down at your watch, hope flickering like a flame whenever a phantom vibration happened only for that feeling to become snuffed out as nothing new flashed across the screen.

It was times like this where you’d regretted not asking to partner up- especially when there were a few who’d often offer their assistance.

You could handle it, was always the answer you gave then.

So much for that.

Not only was there an anomaly running around in some other dimension but you were stuck here, for an undefined amount of time.

Lovely.

Finding yourself coming across a store that sold TV’s your eyes scanned across the lit screen, the news currently covering what was described as ‘a vigilante hero’- or what you were more familiar with, ‘a spider variant.’ 

Who it was? You dodn’t know, nor did you recognize leading you to assume they weren’t appart of the spider-society- little bit of a bummer there seeing as you couldn’t just find them for help. Not like you knew where they were anyways.

The hairs on the back of your neck raised.

“Mom!” Your head twisted to the side at the sound of a childs voice, heart skipping a beat for a second as a small form quickly bounded your way. The little girls arms quickly moving to wind around you all the while her face pressed into the stomach of your sweater. “We thought you were working today?”

Her head tilted up, (E/C) hues staring wonderously up at you while unruly brown locks surrounded her tanned face. There was something about her that had your brain buzzing, something familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time.

Hovering your hands over the girls back you felt unsure of what to do; clearly there was a variant of yourself in this dimension that had a kid and now that kid is currently mistaking you for them.

“Uh I was, but they let me off early.” Finally deciding to speak you let out an awkward laugh, one hand moving to pat the girls shoulder gently.

Her expression seemed to lighten up at your words, the little girl beginning to bounce in place nearly shaking you back and forth from the motion. “Really? Then that means you can come to the part with us!”

Us?

“Ella, give your mom some space.” 

Your head tilted up at the new yet familiar voice, eyes following the tall frame of a familiar brunette. His frame dawned a simple pair of jeans and hoodie, eyes appearing more brown than the wine tinted ones you were usually familiar with; extended canines missing from the mans smile.

Your heart fluttered lightly, mind almost mistaking this man as the one you were close with- however that was anything but the truth.

He was Miguel but he wasn’t the Miguel you knew.

The girl, or Ella as you’ve come to learn her name pulled away. Lips still pulled into a gleeful smile as she instead moved to grasp your hand in her own. The action just as quick as the man nearing enough to throw an arm over your shoulder, lips pressing a quick peck to your cheek despite the clear way your shoulder’s tensed up.

Noting this he passed you a worries glance, hand squeezing your shoulder softly in an almost reassuring manner, gradually pulling you and Ella along the sidewalk. “Everything alright at work mi vida?”

Swallowing down the butterflies that quickly flittered about within your stomach you reminded yourself that this was your variants life, this was a different dimension and everyone here was a different variant.

Willing yourself to smile you glanced towards him, “Just the usual, coworkers and the system and stuff.” Beginning with that you added on quickly trying to figure out what the other ‘you’ would answer with- or rather what was something generic enough that it could fly beneath anyones radar. “The coffee machine was down so I’m a bit tired.”

His head tilted at this, mouth opening. “But you don’t like coffee?”

Shit.

“Oh well I mean my coworkers were upset about it so I had to deal with a lot of cranky people,” You forced a laugh, “You know how some people can be without their caffeine.”

“Dad’s cranky without coffee.” Piping in from where she stood beside you Ella let out a laugh, her mind presumably associating that thought with another. “Remember when you hid all the coffee when he forgot your birthday? That was so funny.”

“I didn’t forget it,” His arm dropped from your shoulder and instead tenderly held your other hand. “I was just planning a surprise party.”

Ella didn’t seem to believe it and just stuck out her tongue, the man doing the same.

It was strange really; this wasn’t your dimension and despite how close you felt with your Miguel- this one wasn’t yours, and Ella wasn’t your child. However at the moment, you felt a little obligated to act along- for the sake of your own variant of course.

“And how did that surprise party go?”

Lighting up at the tone you’d used Ella giggled. “Bad! Super bad!”

“It wasn’t!” He tried to defend himself quickly but at the insistence of his daughter and the tender smile that crept across your face he yielded quickly. Just simply shaking his head with a gentle laugh.

After a little more banter- some you tried to join in on- you all eventually arrived at the park, quickly finding yourself pushing Ella on one of the swings. The other Miguel watching from the side as he leaned against the structures support beams.

Sparing him a quick glance your eyes snapped away at the payful wink he’d given you- your Miguel would rather roll his eyes than wink if you so much as breathed in his direction. Albeit he was still kind but in a tough love kind of sense.

Ending up spending awhile at the park playing various little games, you began to dread the next one. Especially considering it was apparently something that the other ‘you’ had made up and it’d be a major red flag if the current you didn’t remember it.

However your saving grace came in the form of the other Miguel’s phone ringing, his lips downturning softly before curling back up. “Looks like work needs me.” His tone was apologetic, arms coming right away to give Ella a quick hug as she ran over. His attention moving onto you as you neared, the mans arms enveloping you much like he had with his daughter.

There was an unfamiliarity to the action, but you just patted the back of his sweater lightly hoping that that’d suffice. “I should be back home in the morning. Okay mi vita?”

“Yeah that’s fine, do what you need to do.” A boxy smile had come to rest across your lips, cheeks heating up as he once again gave them a quick peck following it up with an adoring smile.

He must really love the ‘you’ of this world.

“Be good for mom,” Patting Ella’s head he ruffled her hair quickly, adding on once more before walking off. “Stinker.”

Right away calling out playful insults in response the little girl shook her head, attention moving back to you while she began insisting that you push her on the swings a few more times before leaving.

Now, you would have been fine watching over Ella for an hour or so by yourself, but having to find ‘your’ house? That was a much much different story- it was like a needle in a haystack and the only way you did end up finding the place was because you turned it into a game, having the small girl guide you the entire way there- as well as unlock the front door via a keypad.

“You’re so funny mom.” Watching you open and close all the cabinets Ella let out a laugh, the bowl of mac’n cheese sitting before her was left untouched as you searched through the kitchen for where the cutlery was stored. 

Finally finding where it was kept you gave yourself a mental high-five, handing over the girls desired utensil before leaning back against the counter.

Being a fake mom was hard.

Trying to take a moment to compose yourself your ears picked up the sound of the front door opening, heart rate picking up a little at the prospect of it being your other variant however when another figure stepped in did you pause.

“Dad’s back!” Sliding off of the stood she sat on Ella right away bolted towards the man, her small arms wrapping around him quickly.

However much like you had earlier in the day, he didn’t return it right away. Instead his gaze flickered up to you, (E/C) hues meeting with wine tinted hues.

Your heart fluttered.

“Yeah I’m back kiddo,” His eyes drifted back down to the girl then back up to you as if trying to signify an unspoken question.

Pushing away from the counter seeing that Ella had released the man you couldn’t help but give him a hug of your own- but in relief and to keep up the act for her. “How was work? Didn’t seem like they needed you for that long?”

Picking up on the implication Miguel allowed his own arms to wrap around you, “It was just for a bit, but I might have to head back soon.”

Nodding to signify your understanding you both parted from the intimate gesture; Ella right away making it apparent on what time it was with a loud yawn.

“Looks like somebody’s tired.”

“No I’m-” Her defense was interrupted by another yawn, you right away taking this as your chance to bring her towards where you discovered her room was earlier. “Wait, I want dad to tuck me in today.”

At the mention of that your head turned back towards where Miguel stood stiffly, his mouth opening to decline before seeing the way you stared.

Sucking in a breath he moved to take the small girls shoulder from you, the facade of a caring parent taking over as he’d disappeared into the hallway. “Right of course, lets get you to bed then.”

Now knowing that this was the Miguel you knew, you waited anxiously for his return to the livingroom. You almost instinctually coming to hug the man once again as he emerged from the hallway minutes later.

“It’s so good to see an actual familiar face- you wouldn’t believe the day I had.” Muffling that out into the shirt of his civilian clothes you basked in his presence for a second, mind somehow blocking out the embarrassment until you’d pulled away. An apologetic yet flustered smile made it’s way onto your lips. “Uh sorry about that.”

“Don’t be,” Shaking his head while saying that he took in a breath. “I’m glad youre alright,” Holding out a hand he motioned towards the wrist containing your watch, the device being raised enough for him to view the damage. “I wasn’t able to find you sooner because of the damage done, so I had to get Lyla to run your signature through the system.”

“Well, better late than never. I felt like I was playing house here.” Although you meant it as a joke, the domestic theme of the day made you a little melancholic- knowing that normality was something you’d never have the luxury of having. “Well, was playing house.”

“You seemed into it though.” 

At the comment you gave him a look, the man unable to let out a mix between a chuckle and laugh. “Anyways. We should get going. Any longer here and we might cause a disturbance.”

“Wait- we can’t just leave her alone in the house? What kind of fake parents would we be?”

Upon mentioning the girl, Miguel let out a short huff. “Well, what do you have in mind then?”

“We wait for the other me to come home, and then you’ll get a ‘call from work.”

Pondering over the suggestion he wanted to decline right away, the thought of impersonating someone again left a bad taste in his mouth-however the paternal instincts deep within told him to just listen.

Which is what you both did.

Your variant came home about an hour later, her expression bidding Miguel a tired greeting followed by a peck on the cheek before merely heading to bed.

A little easier than you thought it was going to be. But hey, now you two could leave that place.

You never knew how much you missed HQ until the smooth walls and floors welcomed you, the glowing yellow screens of Miguel’s workplace and the holographic form of Lyla were comforting- especially once the Ai began chatting aimlessly.

The conversation halting as Miguel spoke up from where he leaned over a desk, “I didn’t know a dimension like that existed.” It was as though his brain took a step back from processing things then they were happening, the man thinking back to his late daughter and then the daughter he’d just met.

She had the perfect mix of the both of you- (E/C) hues and brown hair, your nose and his smile.

“I didn’t know either until I landed there,” Musing that out you let out a sigh. “She was cute right?”

Casting his gaze back at where you sat his lips tilted up softly, “She was.”

“She definitely got it from her mom.”

You were stunned at this, mouth falling open before closing. Eyes rolling faintly in response however without verbally saying anything he took that as a win.

Moving away from his desk he trailed towards where you sat, hand coming to brush some of your hair aside nuzzling his nose into the crown of your head- a gesture you were familiar with.

This was your Miguel after all.

Humming lowly he pecked for head, lips murmuring against it afterwards.

“We should think about it.”

“We should.”

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Can you tell I like dad Miguel?

[junjiie]

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twenty eight déjà vu. ⠀ wc 1.7k. ⠀ warnings kissinggg they’re cute i guess..

as horrifyingly embarrassing as it was to admit it, you were nervous. hands a little clammy around the bag filled with the taekout hyuck had ordered for an easy dinner in, pulse running a little faster than normal in a mix of both anticipation and adrenaline.

it was barely a minutes-long walk to donghyuck’s room, but you found yourself dragging your feet, trying to extend the distance even if the bag of hot food in your hands was starting to burn a little. you could hear the faint sound of music from his speaker underneath his door, getting louder as you got closer, and you hugged his order closer to your chest as so not to drop it when you freed one hand to knock on his door.

“come in!” was the obvious call from behind it, and you made a face towards your still-sweaty palm before hastily wiping it on your shorts so it wouldn’t slip while you attempted to grip onto his door handle. hyuck was lounging on his (newly-bought, with no small amount of smugness in his tone when he told you, and certainly a large amount of pleading when he asked you to help him lug it up the stairs to your apartment, seeing as he just happened to make his purchase on the one week the elevator was broken) mattress, controller of the console heeseung had set up at yours before hyuck had moved in in hand and hood pulled up over his head, hair in his eyes. he looked soft, comfortable. you wanted to throw up.

instead you held up his food with a grin, lightly pushing the door to a close behind you with your foot and perching on the end of his mattress, watching as his face lit up as he eagerly took it from your hands. 

“my saviour, ynnie. thanks.”

you scoffed, turning your head to the tv screen to hopefully hide how warm the tips of your ears felt. “saviour is a bit much, don’t you think? it’s just—” you turned back to see what exactly it was that he’d ordered—“thai. you would’ve got it yourself if i wasn’t closer.” 

he shrugged, prying the lid off of one of the plastic containers and then stopping in his tracks when he realised he had nothing to eat it with. “shit. hold on a sec, i’m not about to get sauce all over this hoodie.”

you stifled a laugh as he darted out of the room and into the kitchen, various utensils jangling in their draw as it was rattled around by how fast he opened and shoved it closed with a hip. he was out of breath by the time he reached his bed again, flopping back onto the mattress with such force he risked spilling his food everywhere if it hadn’t been for how you saved it last-minute. 

it fell quiet between you for a while while he began to eat, handing his (heeseung’s) controller over to you for the time being to let you take over. your hands still felt shaky, heart beating a little quicker than normal in your chest. for all your adamance that you’d ‘establish dominance in the relationship,’ you weren’t really making all that good on the promise. so you cleared your throat, paused the game, and turned to where donghyuck was stuffing noodles in his mouth.

“hyuck.”

he looked up to you immediately, brown eyes wide at how serious your tone sounded. “yeah? you okay?”

you waved off his concerns and shifted to face him fully, legs crossed and fingers tangling themselves together from their place in your lap. “i’m fine, don’t worry, i just.. need to tell you something.”

donghyuck hastily swallowed what was left in his mouth and sat up properly, brows furrowing and chopsticks falling from his hands. he tried for a laugh, but it sounded high and reedy, more nervous than anything. his hands fumbled for where his phone was in his pocket, and the soft music playing was paused.

“way to sound ominous, ynnie. what’s up, really?”

you couldn’t keep your eyes on one thing, flitting from his food, to the television screen, to the slightly-faded graphic of king boo that decorated the front of his hoodie, and finally his eyes—which were already searching yours, looking for anything that might’ve given away what you were about to say. the nerves rolled in the pit of your stomach again, the vague feeling of nausea still alive and kicking. it was gross. how could a crush you only realised you had about two weeks ago be fucking you up that bad?

“i like you. i know that might sound a bit backwards—i mean, i’ve seen your dick, granted the last time was a year ago—but.. i don’t know. it’s like you’re all i can think about these days. which is really starting to drive me crazy. yeah. so.. do with that what you will, i guess?”

silence. you could hear a pin drop on the mattress he’d bought with his six or seventh or eighth paycheck, no more than two metres between you, his eyes wide and mouth open. you could see his top two teeth, and it was cute, and you hated yourself a bit for the thought. maybe you were going to throw up.

“oh my god. oh my god.”

hyuck’s hands moved upwards, and then jerked back to himself, then to his face, his hair. the movements were shaky, and his face was started to flush redder and redder, pretty brown eyes still wide in shock. 

“i’m gonna cry, what the fuck. i think i’ve had a crush on you since, like, a week or two after i got back, maybe. i don’t know. does that make me sound like a pre-teen? saying crush? i’m seriously gonna burst into tears.”

it wasn’t exactly surprise that you felt at his returned feelings, but more.. contentment. satisfaction. like things had finally fallen into place. you gently placed the lid back onto his box of takeout, which was most likely going to need to be reheated if he was going to want it to taste edible should he want to finish it later, and returned it to the bag it came from, placing it on the floor next to the mattress. hyuck watched every movement you made, hands still shaky, eyes even shakier. all it took was a meaningful look for him to get the message and come clambering into your lap, hands uncertainly coming to rest on your shoulders after what looked to be a small internal debate with himself over it.

you grinned up at him, his red cheeks now on even clearer display. the nausea was completely gone now, leaving a pleasant warmth in your chest in its place, and in retrospect your nerves seemed stupid. your fingers ran across the waistband of his sweats, simply feeling the fabric more than anything else, but you still felt him shudder. 

“can i kiss you?”

his pulse jackrabbited under your faint touch as you moved your hands upwards, the line of his jaw firm under your fingertips. donghyuck’s nod was frantic, the “yes” he blurted out afterwards just as much so, and that was all you needed.

for someone that you had never seen pick up a tube of lip balm in your life, his were surprisingly soft, plush. you were intending to start slow, but he obviously had other ideas—pushing forward and tangling his fingers in your hair in a way that gave you déjà vu. just as eager as he’d once been, but maybe even more so, now that there was no need to pretend there was no strings attached.

you broke apart to breathe, but he only took a second before he was leaning forward again, and after one more chaste kiss it was donghyuck who moved away, barely putting any space between you, his lips still brushing yours when he spoke.

“can i—can i be your boyfriend?”

brown eyes were blinking down at you again, fingers playing with the studs in your ears. you pushed the hood down from over his head to mess with his hair yourself, feeling another smile spread over your face. 

“you took the words right out of my mouth. i’ll be yours if you’ll be mine, how about that?”

you stuck your pinky out to seal the deal and he shook with laughter in your lap, joining his with yours and nodding over and over before falling back into you when they separated, head buried in your shoulder. 

quiet fell over the pair of you for the moment, your hands settling back on his hips and his fingers tracing mindless patterns on your back, before donghyuck piped up again.

“does this mean you’ll start calling me all those cringe nicknames you call jeno? can i be your sugarplum-jam-doughnut-cream-puff-cinnamon-bun-cherry-pie?”

you pretended to think it over for no longer than a moment. “no. those are jeno-only, i’m afraid.”

he scoffed, the sound muffled by your hoodie. “wow. i’m breaking up with you.”

that got a laugh out of you, and he wasn’t far behind, both of you shaking with little giggles. you hugged him tighter in form of an apology, feeling him curl ever closer in response. “we haven’t even been together for five minutes, yet! take me back, hyuckie.”

hyuck played at more irritation, but it was a little hard to believe when he was clinging to you like a lifeline, and so he gave up the act quickly, huffing out an agreement in the words “fine, i guess” and then sitting up to face you once more.

“but just to really convince me..” he paused to pretend to think, finger tapping at his chin. he snapped his fingers when an idea finally came to him, eyes brightening. “you might have to kiss me some more.”

you were already pulling him in, mock-reluctance in your tone as you sighed out an “i suppose that’s not too much of a hardship,” and then was promptly shut up by donghyuck’s lips on yours.

the food was stone cold by the time he finally got back to it, lips kissed red and swollen and his arms around your waist as the pair of you stood in the kitchen, chin propped on your shoulder while you both watched it heat up again. 

out of all the ways your confession could’ve gone, this was surely the best outcome. and hyuck seemed to agree, if the way he practically wouldn’t let go of you for even a second said anything. it felt good to be together at last—even if it had taken a little longer than it would for most people.

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Project: Killcode

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wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

okay, so, keep your eyes open for a possible varian origin story that may come out today… haha. also bentley is about to get right back on the bad decision train he loves so much

part eight

❝ HITTING THE CITY ❞

SATURDAY — JULY 21 — 8:30AM

VARIAN REALLY LOVED TO TALK.

And that was how he, Asten, Bentley, Rockie, and a very grumpy-slash-sleepy Koa ended up piled around the dining table so Varian could try to teach them how to play Phase 10.

Bentley was completely and utterly lost. Phase 10 was complicated, and at the Manor, they much preferred Uno or slapjack. You know, card games that didn’t take a terrible amount of thinking.

Bentley was sitting on the left bench beside Asten and Varian, straight across from Koa, who looked like the state of California incarnate. He had this really uniform golden tan that couldn’t even be achieved by the most religious suntanners in Gotham, and nearly fake looking sun-bleached blonde ringlets on his head. (They weren’t even that messed up from him sleeping under the blanket.) He had his chin resting in his palm and his cards sprawled out on the table, his strangely crystalline seafoam greenish-blue eyes fluttering closed every now and then. He even had one of those bright white shell necklaces on, and a very, very orange shirt.

“No. Once you finish a phase you move on, but no one else does. That’s how you win,” Varian explained. He’d been explaining the game to Asten for at least ten minutes now, and Bentley had been trying to learn as much as he could, but it was still kind of hopeless. He had no earthly idea what he was doing. 

Rockie seemed bored by the whole thing, and had taken up staring at his phone instead. (How did he use it with those gloves?) Really, the room was quiet apart from Varian.

Until a door squeaked open. 

Bentley glanced up to the bedroom right across from his and Asten’s just in time to see their second to last roommate — Valor — emerge. He looked like he’d just rolled out of bed, wearing a bulky, oversized black hoodie and some gray gym shorts. He had this sort of long brown hair that hung down in funky waves past his ears, grayish eyes that looked sort of like Bruce’s, and an honest to goodness cowboy hat on his head.

A cowboy hat.

“Morning, Val!” Varian called from his seat, but all he got in return was a muted grunt.

“Don’t talk to him before he has at least four energy drinks. He punched me yesterday,” Rockie muttered, eyes not leaving his phone screen.

Bentley watched Valor go to the minifridge and pull out a vibrantly colored can, popping the top open with a loud snap. 

“I only get aggressive for you, Rockie,” Valor said with a sly little wink, which made Asten, Rockie, and Koa chuckle, while Bentley and Varian stayed quiet. Valor had a thick accent — British, if Bentley’s sort of skewed accent instincts were correct. Why would a British kid be here? Didn't Varian say he was from Arizona?

Valor took a sip of the bright drink and tugged his hoodie off over his head.

Bentley’s lips parted.

Sitting folded up on Valor’s back was a pair of absolutely massive wings that were poking through some makeshift holes in the back of his white t-shirt. There had to be thousands upon thousands of feathers there, and they were all a silvery, shiny platinum that glistened when he moved. He extended them outward (they had to be at least five feet long, which would mean he had a ten foot wingspan at least, holy crap.) and after a minute, he shook them out, and Bentley saw thousands of minuscule feather particles float out into the sunlight.

Varian groaned, frown deepening. “You know I’m allergic to birds.”

Valor’s icy eyes cut to him. “And I’m not a bloody bird.”

He didn’t sound exactly like Bentley had thought — his voice was deeper than everyone else’s, which meant he was probably older, too. That made sense; he was by far the tallest of them all.

“I am physically unable to play this horrendously complicated game,” Asten said finally, with a big sigh, putting his cards down on the table.

“You’re making them play that?” Valor said, scrunching his nose, coming to the table and sitting down next to Rockie. Bentley couldn’t take his eyes off of the massively massive platinum wings that were on his back. The one on the right hung sort of limp, nearly touching the floor, while he wrapped the other around Rockie’s shoulders and poked a pretty much sleeping Koa in the face with the tips. Koa startled awake and batted the feathers away with a groan.

“Who’re the new guys?” Valor questioned, ignoring Koa completely, his icy eyes now bouncing between Asten and Bentley’s faces. 

“This is Asten, and this is Bentley,” Varian introduced them before they could as much as speak, flicking a hand to them both as he spoke. “Bruce Wayne’s kids!”

Valor nodded to himself. “Cool.”

“Since we can’t play Phase 10,” Varian started, plopping his cards on the table. “Let’s play, like, a get to know you game.”

“Okay, mom,” Rockie snickered, shaking his head. “Like what?”

“I don’t know. Like… I don’t know. Let’s go around the table and talk about our superpowers!”

Rockie and Koa groaned. 

“We do this every semester,” Rockie muttered.

“Why stop now?” Varian said with a smile. “I’ll go first!”

Varian reached forward and dragged one fingertip across the bare tabletop. Deep purple crystals bloomed there like flowers, growing out of nowhere, exactly where his finger touched. 

“I can materialize crystals. Anywhere, really, and I don’t have to be touching it. It’s not very useful unless I’m, like, trying to stab someone in the feet, though,” He said with a shrug. “Next!”

He pointed over at Asten. Bentley wondered if Varian was always this excitable. He didn’t mind, but he did wonder. Maybe it’d be nice. It reminded him a little bit of Dick.

Asten, with no real expression on his face, held his hand out. The whole thing lit on fire with a loud whoosh and a wave of intense heat, like matches to gasoline. “Fire.”

“Whoa! That’s so cool!” Varian chided while the others looked on with only mild interest. “Next!” 

He pointed over at Valor, who stared at him, blankly, sipping his drink. “Seriously?”

“Okay, fine, I’ll do it,” Varian said with a huff, looking between Bentley and Asten. “Obviously Valor can fly, but he also has super strength and can pick up big stuff. He once shoved a bus off a crosswalk in Times Square.”

Valor shrugged. “It was in my way.”

Varian pointed at Rockie. “Rockie kind of has a weird superpower, like a not superpower superpower. He can take other people’s superpowers away from them and use them. But he can’t give them back, and they wear off after a while and disappear. And it only happens when he touches with his hands — that’s why he has big ol’ gloves on.”

Rockie shrugged to himself, propping his elbow on the table and laying his chin on his metal-covered hand. “More of a curse, really.”

Varian nodded in agreement. “Yeah, he can’t touch anybody with his hands, which makes him sad.”

“I’m not sad,” Rockie snapped.

Varian shrugged. “And Koa kills people with his voice. But only if he hums or sings. Like a siren.”

Bentley glanced over at Koa, and he was already asleep again.

“Makes sense. He’s from California,” Varian continued.

“What about him?” Bentley questioned, pointing toward the only closed door left. The one that said Bellamy.

Varian hummed to himself. “I don’t know. We haven’t met him. He’s a first year, I think, so just eleven. What about you, Bentley? Superpowers?”

“Oh,” Bentley started, thrown off by the sudden change of subject. “Uh, I control liquids.”

“All liquids?” Varian questioned, and Bentley shrugged.

“Pretty much,”

“That’s so cool,” He stated, gathering up the Phase 10 cards and shuffling them, supposedly for fun. “I wish I could do that.”

“What kind of accent do you have?” Bentley questioned, in an attempt to flex his socializing muscles. Varian looked at him with a little smile.

“Russian. I grew up there,” He replied simply, doing a fancy trick where he flicked a card back and forth between his hands. “I was taken from my parents when I was really little and held there to fill this big ol’ mine with crystals, because apparently the ones I make are really expensive. A couple years ago, Batman and his friends broke in and got me out. Brought me home.”

Bentley blinked and looked over at Asten, whose green eyes were wide, and he also blinked.

There was no way this was the kid from the team’s trip to Russia.

Bentley couldn’t forget it, it was literally a few days after he was formally adopted — every single person but Barbara, him, Alfred and Asten were swept off to Russia when they got a call from a contact about a metahuman child being used as a product slave in the mines. Reportedly, he had an American-like accent and looked eerily similar in age and appearance to a missing child from Brooklyn.

It couldn’t be Varian.

Oracle, I have the boy — around little B’s age, I think. Looks malnourished, and possibly diabetic. There’s a blood tester on the floor and the last test is only clocking in at nineteen, Dick had said. That was the only part of the mission Bentley had heard over the comms.

Russian accent. Diabetic. Saved from the caves by Batman.

Holy crap.

“Oh,” Was what Bentley replied. Varian waved him off.

“Don’t be like that. It’s fine — I’m normal now. Plus, I got to meet Batman, which makes me really cool,” He said with a bright smile, despite having literally just dropped a I-was-kidnapped-my-whole-life bomb on Bentley and Asten’s faces, with a little sprinkle of oh-yeah-by-the-way-your-dad-saved-me added on.

Of course, no one else knew that.

Bentley wouldn’t ask about accents anymore.

Asten reached around Varian and tapped Bentley on the shoulder, and then, once he had his attention, put his hands beneath the table and signed: I can’t believe B didn’t adopt him.

Bentley snickered.

“Don’t worry, Val’s just from London. No weird accent story there,” Varian said with a lighthearted chuckle. “But yeah, I really like America. Anyways, what about the-“

Bentley’s attention was drawn away from the table of conversation when he began to feel, in his own veins, someone’s heartbeat, their blood beginning to pound loudly and fast, booming in his ears.

He sent a glance to Varian, but it wasn’t his. Varian’s was a bit slower than the one that had forced itself into his mind, and gentler. 

He went one by one around the table — Asten’s heartbeat was slower than Varian’s, and steadier. Valor’s and Rockie’s were, too. Koa’s was the slowest (because he was asleep with his head on the table.)

Whose was it, then?

The blood wasn’t pumping at the table, it was pumping from somewhere else. Not the hallway. Not the dorm next to theirs. Not outside. 

Bentley let his eyes travel around the room one little bit at a time, and after two full sweeps, it finally clicked.

It was coming from Bellamy’s bedroom.

Not a second later, something joined his pumping blood — something thinner, something more freely flowing that Bentley could feel, could hear.

Tears.

Bellamy was crying.

“-ley. Bentley.”

Bentley snapped back into reality and glanced at Asten, who was watching him warily, waving a hand in front of his face. Actually, everyone was looking at him now. Even Valor and Rockie.

“What’re you staring at?” Asten continued, glancing over at Bellamy’s door.

Bentley shrugged, looking down at his own lap, face burning a little from all the eyes. “He’s crying. Bellamy. I can feel his tears.”

A moment of quiet passed.

“Remind me not to cry myself to sleep anymore,” Rockie muttered, and Valor snickered, elbowing him lightly.

Varian tapped his fingertips on the table, near the crystals that were still sitting there. “I brought a bunch of board games. Why don’t we pick one and ask if he wants to come play? I was really scared my first year, too, so I can imagine what he’s thinking, especially since he’s the youngest in the dorm.”

Everyone shared eye contact, silently considering their options, and they seemed to get the sentiment — after all, they all had to have had a first year at Redwood, too, right?

“Yeah, go ahead,” Valor replied, his voice strangely gentle compared to what it had been earlier. Rockie reached over and shook Koa’s shoulder, with a not-so-gentle half-shout of get up, idiot, we’re playing a game!

Varian rose from his spot between Bentley and Asten and made his way to the little kitchen area, opening one of the cabinets, which was full of games instead of groceries. He pulled out a pile of brightly colored boxes and brought them back to the table, then made for Bellamy’s door.

The only game out of the, like, seven that Varian brought over that Bentley knew how to play was monopoly. There was one called Sorry, and one called Life, and one called Risk, and one called Chutes and Ladders. Bentley had never played any of those. He had to move his head to see the ones on the bottom, which the boxes revealed to be Candyland and Yahtzee. He didn’t know those either.

He glanced back up when Varian knocked softly on Bellamy’s bedroom door.

“Hey, there, Bell! My name is Varian. I’m just coming to tell you that we’re all about to play a board game together, if you want to join us,” He said with an audible smile. (He was really good at that.) “I’ll even save you the coolest pieces.”

Bentley closed his eyes and listened hard, everyone’s differing heartbeats thumping into his mind before he was able to single out Bellamy’s. It was…

… getting faster.

… and faster.

He swapped from the blood to the tears, which were also coming faster, bigger. He wasn’t crying anymore, he was sobbing. But he was silent all the same.

It was when Bellamy’s heart rate reached a solid hundred-and-forty that Bentley opened his eyes. “Varian, stop. It’s making it worse.”

Again, Bentley felt everyone's eyes. Varian immediately took a step back.

“Oh… okay. Well. Uh. If you change your mind, you can come out here with us,” He finalized, then moved away from the door hesitantly, eyes lingering there for a few moments.

Bentley frowned, glancing down at the table, keeping Bellamy’s heartbeat audible in the back of his mind.

Rockie frowned, too. “That sucks. My first year was rough, too,” He muttered, clicking his phone off and letting it drop to the table. “I hope he takes it better than I did.”

“Bellamy?” Koa asked with a yawn, glancing over at the door Varian was retreating from.

“Yeah, dude, we've been talking about this for, like, ten minutes. Wake up,” Valor replied. Koa rolled his eyes.

Bentley glanced over at Asten, who was looking at Bellamy’s door.

And suddenly, the heartbeat in the back of his mind was drowned out by something else — his phone ringing.

He glanced down, pulling the little device out of his pocket and glancing at the caller ID. He half expected Bruce, half expected Dick, maybe Tim. It wasn’t any of them.

It was Vera.

With a cringe, he hit the green button. 

Vera’s face appeared on the screen, and she was smiling slightly, her black and purple streaked hair tied up into these intricate looking braids. He could see a pair of bunk beds identical to his and Asten’s in the background. 

“Hey there, Red. Heard you’re in Aristotle,” She smiled brightly. In the background, Bentley heard a small voice say: hey, is that Bentley? And not a second later, Layla appeared on the screen, her blonde hair only halfway secured in a ponytail with a hair tie in her hand. “Hey!”

Bentley glanced up, and thankfully, only Asten and Varian were looking at him. Rockie and Valor were preoccupied with their own phones, and Koa was falling asleep again.

“Hey,” He replied, turning the volume down since they were basically yelling.

“We’re in Columbus, right next to you,” Vera smiled. “Let’s go do something.”

Bentley blinked. Girls asking him to go do something? Something like what? Something like leave his dorm something?

“What do you mean?”

Vera scoffed. “I mean they don’t take attendance on moving day, and you’ve never been to New York before. Let’s hit the city for a while.”

Bentley blinked, again. Just a bunch of kids going out into New York alone? The little Bruce in the back of his mind didn’t think that was a good idea.

“Oh come on, I can see all the hesitant on your face. You’re a big boy now. Bring some of your roommates, I’ll bring some of mine,” She smiled. Then she turned her head and yelled: “Georgia! Get Summer, we’re breaking out!”

It was that point that Asten leaned over, suddenly very, very interested. “Georgia?”

Vera glanced back at the camera. “Yeah, Georgia Vallie. She said she saw you guys at the diner the other day.” 

Bentley glanced up at Asten with a little smirk, and Asten looked back at him, narrowing his eyes. “I mean, if you’re going out into the city I can’t let you go alone.”

Bentley snickered. 

“I’ll go too. I love New York,” Varian said with a smile, bouncing a little in his seat. “What about you, Val?”

Valor shrugged. “Someones gotta stay here with the little guy,” He stated, pointing to Bellamy’s door. “Plus, it’s hot, and I can’t leave without my massive hoodie.”

Varian frowned. “Poo. Rockie?”

“Nah. Can't leave him alone or he’ll probably punch something,” He replied blankly, not glancing up from his phone. 

“Koa?” Varian asked, and when Koa didn’t budge, he shouted: “Koa!”

“What?” He grumbled back, lifting his head off the table.

“We’re going into the city with Summer. Wake up and get ready,” 

Koa grumbled again, but surprisingly, pulled himself off of the bench. Varian snickered, leaning in close to Bentley. “He has a massive crush on Summer.”

“Shut up, Var,” He muttered as he staggered toward their room.

“Everyone knows it!”

“So, is that a yes?” Vera questioned, and Bentley glanced back down at the screen, where she and Layla were smiling in anticipation.

Bentley silenced the little Bruce in his head that kept saying that wasn’t smart. He was a teenager now, right? And teenagers break rules and stuff. So it was normal. And normal was what he wanted.

“Where are we meeting?”

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[elvenbeard]

Tell me more about Identity 😳👁️👁️😳

Thanks so much for asking!!! :D This is the chapter after "Teenagers", still June 10th 2067, and the first time Vince meets Viktor! "Identity" refers to a few things that happen. For example, Vince introduces himself as "V" for the first time, and the purpose of his visit to Viktor is obscuring his real identity to cut ties with his family properly and prevent them from tracking him down. Also, Viktor sets him up with some chrome to support him on his transition:

“That’s good tech, Arasaka,” Viktor said as he noticed Vincent lingering on the piece, “Can’t find a brand that’s more reliable when it comes to cyberware. Should be compatible with what you’ve got going already, has biomonitor-connectivity, too. Notifies you of hormone levels in real time, whenever and if maintenance is needed, and so forth. Also comes in a less flashy version that’s a bit older. But it’s up to you – and your wallet.” Indeed. Vincent hesitated, but deep down he knew he’d already made up his mind. 4,000 eddies though… he knew for a fact he didn’t have that much. Jackie had started to approach them, peering over Vincent’s shoulder at the screen. “Hey, if money’s the only issue here,” he said, making the others’ heads turn. “No, Jackie, I couldn’t accept that…” Vincent said quickly. “I mean, couldn’t extend you the full amount anyway,” Jackie winked, “But hey Vik, I mean, if I vouch for V, could you work out something with instalments maybe?” Viktor scoffed but kept his easy-going demeanor. “Jackie, I like ya and your friend, but I’m not social services. I got bills to pay, too.” “But don’t you have like…” Jackie gestured around, “Dunno, some kinda duty of care, as a doctor and all?” “You mean the Hippocratic oath?” Viktor laughed, “That’s something else entirely.” “No, no, I mean, as a member of the community! Looking out for each other and all, having each other covered!” Jackie insisted, “You’re giving hope to so many people, and for so many more you’re their last resort!” Viktor let out a long sigh. Then he turned back to Vincent. “How much do you have with ya? Cash?” he asked. “Um, yes,” Vincent said, fumbling with his wallet, “600.” “Alright, 100 for the chip, 500 as downpayment for the implant. The rest we’ll figure out once I see you here next time.” “Wait… what?” Vincent once again couldn’t believe he was understanding him right. “Arasaka tech isn’t the easiest to come by at the moment. It’ll take me a few weeks to get this here without raising eyebrows in the wrong places,” Viktor explained, “Until then you’ll have figured out how to pay the rest. We’ll get you set up right for your new life, okay, kid?”

Viktor just is too pure of heart to not help the lost kids in his neighborhood. Also, at this point Misty doesn't have her store yet, and Vik's clinic at that time is elsewhere and a little more dubious even xD But still Vik is the only doctor Vince ever felt somewhat comfortable around, and that means a lot.

[sidestcriies]

Chiaki always tries her best to explain games in an easier way for non-gamers to understand, yet she is aware sometimes she gets carried away and ramble a little too much. The gamer have never watched any of the Ghostbusters movies for example, only clips with the famous theme song – all her knowledge about it came from the video-games and the bonus materials therein, so if she can grasp the story of the movie within the game she consider it to be an efficient game for the most part. She knew Sonia might have lost the plot at some point, maybe the mention of the blood splatters and spooooooooooky stuff could retain her focus but not by much.

❝ Zombies Ate My Neighbors have one of the best co-ops in all time. ❞ she declared ❝ Luigi’s Mansion 3 is also great fun, we can play both at some point. They are very fun games that are easy to learn and challenging in the right amounts. ❞ some games require little to no prior knowledge to pick up and play, they are just easy fun that are accessible to all skill levels and it doesn’t matter if you are the Ultimate Gamer like Chiaki or someone with near zero experience like Sonia. Those can be overlooked at times by the so called “core gamers” or “real gamers” but the truth is that looking down on games that exist to bridge the gap or as gateway to gaming is silly – and not very gamer-like attitude in her opinion. Everyone needs to start at one point and not every games are for everyone : like how people made fun those who say Sekiro is too hard or complain about the tanuki outfit in Mario, that isn’t a very nice attitude. It is ok to like hard games, or to want to play laid-back and cozy games. It’s like music, probably: if you don’t like a genre, you don’t need to listen. Or like movies, if someone is too scared of horror movies it is ok to watch whatever they like instead.

❝ Dead by Daylight is a game that requires some practice and knowledge of both the game’s mechanics and the characters skills to be efficient. ❞ Chiaki explained ❝ Sometimes, however, they release a character that is too overpowered and easy to play. This is why they are always rebalancing the game, making the “weaker” characters more efficient with proper setups and some of the unfair ones being nerfed. I always have great respect for everyone who picks an underrated character in any title and learn how to properly play them. ❞ her mind went to the player who got specialized in Fang, considered one of the worst characters in Street Fighter and entered in international championships with very good results even if not making all the way to the finals. It was truly inspiring. ❝ Maybe at one point Freddy Krueger will be rebalanced or a legendary player will show everyone how to properly play him. ❞ it was always fun to cheer for the underdog, many games were focused in these.

Chiaki tilted her head upon Sonia’s mention of the food, she really couldn’t relate on having alcoholic beverages yet but she understood to some extend ❝ Social gatherings can be hard. ❞ she never felt at ease with so many people around until joining the 77b. ❝ Eating well is important. Like, I don’t understand why they make those super fancy dishes that look pretty but they are so small. Do they give you extra HP or something like that or is there something else? ❞ it didn’t made a whole lot of sense to her. Usually in gaming larger items give you bigger boosts, but rare items also give you more bonuses and it doesn’t matter the size most of the time.

❝ Interesting you mention authorities and journalists, Sonia-chan. ❞ the gamer was comfortable sitting in front of the console, the title screen showed a pictured framed of a building and zoomed in to show a three stores hotel with brick walls, the words “World’s Fair Hotel” showing in the lower corner right while the menu was displayed in the left ❝ The main protagonists are part of a crew making documentary about H. H. Holmes. ❞ with that she hit “New Game”, the hotel was now front and center. Despite Chiaki’s words about the documentary crew, however, the game introduction presented them with a newly-wed couple visiting Chicago in 1893. The broad daylight contrasting with the horrors that awaits them, exchanging loving words before setting foot in the deathtrap. Of course, the gamer knew how that part would turn out, but part of the fun of playing with a friend is watching the reactions – and doesn’t take long for the camera to pan to focus on a human skeleton’s skull while the blissfully ignorant couple keeps on ringing the reception’s bell. The young man complains about the service and they can pick how the lady is going to reply: to say nothing, to be excited about the fair taking place or to tell her husband that the people must be busy. ❝ Which one, Sonia-chan ?❞

Sonia nodded, listening to Chiaki explain the nuances of the different Ghostbusters games. She was familiar with the films of course, so she could place a game with the corresponding movie easy enough. But famicom? And movies never made? Oh, now it was getting terribly complicated!

But what wasn't complicated were two very important things: how much positive energy radiated from her friend when she was prompted to speak about video games at length, and how she did not expect Sonia to follow along completely or be an expert in it all. She did not frown upon that either, which allowed the princess to relax in her best friend's company. There was no need to come up with just the right response to say that wouldn't be scrutinized. She simply seemed to want someone to care, to listen and engage where they could. And Sonia could do that: it was the easiest thing in the world, she thought. To care and show kindness towards others.

"I must say, I have considered the possibility of zombies consuming my neighbors at home," Sonia giggled. Imagining the aristocrats in neighboring counties to her family's manor, their summer home, becoming infected and it spreading throughout the countryside...it rather sounded like Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. It wasn't a video game film to be sure, but if Chiaki enjoyed zombies, she might find some fun in the horror-inspired retelling of Jane Austen's classic novel. "That does sound like great fun! Perhaps you might show me the mechanics sometime? We might fight zombies together, then!"

She was quick to catch up, but just as quick to fall behind. Just how many games were there in this game? And there were different sorts of gameplay? Sonia smiled but, in truth, she was becoming even more lost than before. To her, it seemed there was a certain pattern of buttons to press at a certain time and that was what assured success in many games. Chiaki would, certainly, know better, but it was far beyond her own scope of play. The games she played the most were the Mario Kart and Party with her cousins, and chess with her father. On occasions where they could all get away with it, they'd rustle up the video game controller guitars, microphone, and drum pad and pretend they were in a music band. Sonia was always given the drums because while she could keep a beat, she could not sing or play notes for the life of her.

"I doubt Freddy Kreuger would appreciate being referred to as a low-tier killer," Sonia remarked, a small pout on her lips. "But I believe he would jest in retaliation! Surely charisma and manipulation count for something where serial killers are concerned. In real life, they especially do."

That didn't seem to count for much in games, or at least that one specifically. But it seemed that Chiaki had selected another for them to play, and thus Sonia settled down on the sofa as she set up the proper console. "Well, what can I say..." She smiled, albeit a bit sheepishly. "It can be a challenge to resist the allure of champagne and canapes, but I admit that after awhile, the plated dinners are a bit boring. Truth be told, so often I crave something simpler. Like karaage! Or a gyudon bowl. Nothing that needs several sets of cutlery and china to consume, you know?"

It was a side of herself that, despite how eager she was to prove to her classmates and the world that she wasn't perfect and hardly represented the ideals of animated princesses, she often kept hidden. Underage alcohol consumption was still somewhat frowned upon in Japan, while in Novoselic it was common to drink with meals. And more, when one was affluent enough to have parents too consumed with their lives and social statuses to even pay much attention until a catastrophe occurred.

But Chiaki...she simply accepted it. There was no judgement to be passed, just a concern that her friend was eating appropriately. "Then it is good I ordered enough food for two, then? But I rather like this idea of an interactive horror film! With you mastering the game's mechanics, I shall endeavor to do my best to ensure our characters, and ourselves, are deffo 'final girls!' We must prevail with a harrowing story for the authorities, or the journalist who comes to interview us, after!"

[mllechartreux]

Catches you Reading Smut

Summary: Reading the nasty around them.

Content: Suggestive themes, very meta. Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Levi.

W/C: 1.5k

A/N: This was fun and cute to make, please enjoy!

Masterlist

Eren

Eren was sitting on the floor playing video games, his head resting between your legs on the couch. He had been playing Halo for the past hour while you scrolled through various social media sites before settling on reading fanfiction. Now while you weren’t specifically looking for smut, it was always a welcome bonus. In this one, the main character went home with the tattooist, and to top it all off, the tattooist was the tsundere type. Can you hear her purring? You squeezed your lips together to keep from squealing and smiling too hard, no other story could have scratched this itch better. You were scanning the screen, so engrossed in the hot, rough foreplay the characters were having you didn’t notice your thighs rubbing together. Well, it was assumed they were rubbing together. 

“The hell, Y/N?” he was in the middle of a campaign and couldn’t look at you, but it didn’t matter, you barely acknowledged him.

“Right babe,” completely unaware your thighs were rubbing against his cheeks while your core sat like a furnace on the back of his neck. Your characters were finally getting to the pentrative sex part when you started reading the lines on your hands. This would’ve been cool if you knew palmistry, and if you weren’t reading dirty, filthy smut just a second ago. Your entire body except your head froze as you looked up to see Eren had paused the game and was reading the fanfiction under his breath. 

“So what I’m getting from this is you’re so horny you have to read porn now too,”

“First of all, why are you snatching phones?” hoping your deflection would take, he chuckled darkly, it definitely didn’t take. 

“No, no, no baby that's not what we’re talking about,” green eyes hungry with lust as they stared at your poorly concealed nervousness, “matter of fact, you got more of these?” he asked, waving your phone in the air. 

“Yes,” you drawled, your breath getting shorter. 

“Well, since you treated my head like a watermelon why don’t you read more of these to me, it’s the least you can do for giving me a headache.” You couldn’t decide whether to groan at how dramatic he was or agree obediently with where this was headed. 

Mikasa

The two of you decided to do a cross country train ride. It was two weeks long, there were multiple stops and for some you even stayed in the city for a day, hotel included. The scenery was beautiful, the ambience calming, and the two of you were in bliss to be in each others’ company for such an extended amount of time. Currently, both of you were in the train sitting next to each other, and while she was occupied with painting Youtube videos, you were finishing a slow burn fanfic you’ve been savoring for the past 3 days. 26 chapters of ‘enemies to lovers’ goodness, filled with comedy, humiliation, and the teeniest bit of angst, and of course you can’t end an ‘enemies to lovers’ fic without smut. Your headphones were in, playing a playlist you had created the day you started reading this fic. So, the background music coupled with the heavily descriptive, sultry sex scene immersed you into its world, placing you as the main character. Next to you, your girlfriend was humming appreciatively at the different techniques and especially the cartoon inspired paintings. In one video, someone had drawn an impressively vivid portrait of the Steven Universe cast. Her mouth formed an ‘O’ as she watched the time-lapsed video, sweetly inspired to produce something similar.

“Love, do you think I could make this,” voice sweet and hopeful, yet still projecting down into her lap where she watched her phone. You didn’t hear her with your mind in the gutter and the bass booming in your ears from the slow, sensual song. When you didn’t answer she glanced over, noticing your eyes were slightly widened and the hand not on your phone was lifted to your face with your pinky nail in your mouth. Seeing you so concentrated piqued her curiosity, leaning into your side, her eyes drifted down to read what had you in such a daze. Your side warmed up and the hairs on the back of your neck tingled causing you to dart your eyes up to her face, looking like a deer in headlights. She continued to read for a moment before meeting your gaze and bringing a hand to your cheek, “I wish you would’ve told me earlier, we should share recs.” 

Your face softened and a glint in your eye accompanied the sly smile peaking through.  

Armin 

You joined Armin in his dorm room claiming his presence would help you focus better on ‘studying’. He was sitting at his desk, turned away from you, looking down at his laptop. He was always so studious and attentive, sometimes too much, but he did hold you accountable when you really wanted to get something done. However, you were really there to focus on writing a smutty fic for a new character you were obsessed with. You probably should’ve been working on homework but you gotta get it while the inspiration is flowing and the motivation is motivating. It was a childhood friends to lovers fic with A/B/O dynamics. You didn’t write A/B/O often but when your breeding kink got the better of you, it was the only thing you could write. You were already 4k words in when it was supposed to be only 2k but you were flowing. You even caught yourself laughing at some parts, “Ooo now that’s good.”

“What’s good babe?” he asked absentmindedly.

“Just how easy it is to work with you around,” smiling at him, it wasn’t really a lie. 

Armin had picked up on every time you made a comment, or flinched so hard you made a noise, or even the few times you squeaked. At first he didn’t put much thought into it, but he got suspicious when he figured you couldn’t be reacting this way towards a class you would've never given attention to if you weren’t here. He took a few peeks over at you lying on your stomach on his bed, finding it cute when your legs wiggled in the air. He didn’t really have a plan to find out what you were doing but it all worked out for him when you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. When you came back and saw him sitting on the bed with one hand on your laptop and the other resting on his bulge, you stilled. Without looking up, “I didn’t know you were so filthy starfish.”

Wrapping your arms around yourself you replied, “It tends to come out when I’m feeling… needy, do you like it?” 

“I think you’re a genius, when you finish with it I’ll help you take care of your needs.”

Levi 

Levi had noticed for the past couple of days you weren’t getting as much sleep, and he didn’t know why. You were starting to move slower, your dark circles and eyebags could be seen from a mile away and worst of all you were making simple mistakes. It was after 9pm when Levi found you in the kitchen, sweeping with a mop. He was too stunned to say anything at first but quickly snatched the mop from your hands and replaced it with a broom, furrowing his eyebrows, “There can’t possibly be a sane reason for sweeping with a mop.”

You smiled at him sheepishly, eyes droopy, mouth opening to answer before closing and going back to sweeping.

“Y/N.”

“You said there wasn’t a sane reason,” you replied, still sweeping, unbeknownst to yourself you had been sweeping the same spot for the past 3 minutes. 

He snatched the broom from you, “Go get some sleep, you’re looking and acting shitty.”

You looked at him softly, giving him a peck on the cheek, “Eye eye captain,” making your way to your shared bedroom. 

These past couple of nights you couldn’t bring yourself to fall asleep until after 3am, you were currently engrossed in a story about a bodyguard pining after their charge. At first the bodyguard hated their charge but feelings started to develop between the two until they could no longer contain their love, and lust, for each other. It was delicious, and it was so hard to put down at night so of course you woke up tired and slightly delirious. You would read during the day but you had so many responsibilities so you took to reading during the night, on the plus side Levi didn’t go to bed until 4am so you weren’t bothering him with your reading. 

You sunk down beneath the covers and opened your phone ready to get a few more chapters in. An hour later, Levi walked into the bedroom expecting to see you sleeping or to help you if you were still awake. Thankfully you were asleep, laying on your side with your phone open and in your hand. He went to plug your phone into the charger when he caught a phrase on the screen, ‘tight hole’. He finished the chapter all while standing beside the bed before turning off your phone and plugging it up. He wondered how you would react if he recited such things to you, definitely determined to find out.

[saey707]

Kinktober Day 1 {Viego}

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Spooky Prompt: Masturbation Champion Focus: Pentakill! Viego (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ) Female reader 🎃 Warning: NSFW

Author's Note: Kinktober commences! {¬º-°}¬ I am a day behind because I contemplated participating in a challenge this month, but here we are! Also, my kinktober posts will have this layout because it is a special event. I wanted to differentiate how it looks from my normal posts. Enjoy, my little freaks (o ｀▽´ )oΨ PS: All pics are mine above. I took them during the Pentakill Concert!

Your boyfriend was a great musician. With that, you know there would be a point where you would have to endure being away from him for an extended amount of time.

However, with Viego as your boyfriend, it becomes more of an extent where he'll have to endure being away from you.

His head was resting atop his arms, and the most he could do was stare at your pretty, little image on his laptop screen. Your own laptop rested on the bed before you, and you enlarged the screen so you can see your handsome boyfriend in all of his pixilated details.

His head was resting atop his arms, and the most he could do was stare at your pretty, little image on his laptop screen. Your own laptop rested on the bed before you, and you enlarged the screen so you can see your handsome boyfriend in all of his pixilated details.

His head was resting atop his arms, and the most he could do was stare at your pretty, little image on his laptop screen. Your own laptop rested on the bed before you, and you enlarged the screen so you can see your handsome boyfriend in all of his pixilated details.

"I told you Viego. I have to get back to finding work. Besides, someone needs to be watching over the house while you're gone." You snickered, "I mean, who knows what crazy fans will try to steal your shit. You're a big deal now, baby." Huffing, Viego blew a lock of hair out of his face, forcing himself to sit up now.

"So what... None of that matters! You're killing me by not being here, mi corazón! I can't bear being away from you this long!"

Melodramatically, your boyfriend raised the back of his hand to his forehead, falling back in his chair.

You blew a playful smooch to Viego, the musician groaning and lulling his head back, "Now you're just being cruel..." His voice barely registered through his shitty webcam. But you heard him well and clear. And you couldn’t help but feel empathetic to Viego’s suffering.

"Oh yeah, well how about I make it up to you then, baby~?" You suggested.

Reeling his head back up, Viego gaped at you. When you didn’t offer any other words, he raised his brows. You knew he was expecting you to say something, urging you to continue.

But there was nothing more telling than the way you slowly pushed your laptop back with your foot, your back falling against your pillow with a gentle thud and rock of your laptop. Viego took in the gorgeous sight. He sunk into his seat.

How he wished he was with you right now so he could give your plump thighs a delightful squeeze…

As if you read his mind, your hands trailed to your thighs, leaving Viego frozen with a beautiful, red glow on his cheeks. You had him wrapped around your finger. And he loved every minute of this.

Giving your bare thighs a squeeze, Viego bit his bottom lip when you pressed your head back against the headboard with a cute hum.

"Ah...~ I realllyyy miss you, Viego..."

You were really killing Viego now. He felt like his heart was going to explode out of his chest. “I miss you too, princess…”

He swallowed hard, instinctively trailing a hand to the rim of his tight, black pants. He had just got back to his hotel room from a concert and didn't even bother to change. Viego never did. He always prioritized video chatting with you straight after a concert.

You opened your legs, giving the musician a clear view of what he’s been missing out on. He licked his lips, leaning forward, his chest pressed against the desk. Fuck… He cursed under his breath.

Viego greedily watched as your fingers lapped against the thin fabric covering your pussy.

Just hearing him call you princess was enough to make you sopping wet, your breath caught in the back of your throat as you pleasured yourself. “You look so beautiful, mi corazón~” He edged you on with that sexy, low tone you loved, causing a wonderfully lewd noise to pull from the back of your throat. Viego’s never heard you make that noise before…

The longer Viego stared, the hastier he grew. His breath shuttered silently, admiring how your fingers made slow, circular motions and rubbed up and down over your pussy. It’s like you were asking for him to fuck you senseless as soon as he got home in a few days!

He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, quick to release his cock with his hand. “Fuck, princess…”

Viego abused his own dick in perfect unison with your own movements, biting down on his bottom lip as he hunched forward. One hand was gripping the edge of the desk, a sloppy string of curse words a melody trailing to your wanting ears.

“Ahh~ Viego… ♡ Ahh~! ♡”

You hooked the edge of your panties with your free hand, spreading your legs wider, “Let me see you, Viego… I want to see daddy’s big cock~! ♡”

Your boyfriend wasted no time in readjusting his webcam for you, pointing it lower so his head was out of frame. All you can see was a hint of his red locks and his slutty, toned waist until he perfectly captured his dick.

“Look what you did to me, princess~” He pumped his cock until precum began to slick over his hand. You felt a rush of heat wash over you, loud, prolonged mewls following as you pushed your panties to the side. Your heart was beating fast and Viego picked up speed seeing your exposed clit.

Everything felt like it was moving a million miles an hour.

Your fingers brushed over your folds before you inserted two fingers, sliding them in and out. He was sent into overdrive. His wanting hand picked up its desperate pace until he was huffing for breath.

"Oh, (Y/N)... Agh... Fuck, reinita... Qué linda~" His accent drove you over the edge, and you could tell he was smirking. A high-pitched moan followed his praise as your fingers curled inside your pussy.

Your moans intertwined with Viego’s until you were slicked over with sweat, clothes leaving a prickling sensation against your skin. Your hair clung to the sides of your face. You felt uncomfortable. You felt sticky.

But you didn't care.

"Ah, my love~!!" You can tell Viego was about to snap. You knew your boyfriend well enough to know when he was at his limit.

But with half-lidded eyes, you drew out your little game.

You breathed out enough sound to pull him from his self-abuse, and inevitably, elicit a string of Spanish cursing from the overstimulated musician that was ready to reach his climax: "Wait until I come first, babe~"

Like a good boyfriend, he abides by your demands. You were his queen, which made playing peasant boy until you were satisfied alright with him.

Viego knew full and well that when he gets home from this tour of torment he'll have all the time in the world to conquer your heart!

[erenoir]

+.ﾟ✩ “only if for a night”

💿 now playing ! bags by clairo

genre ::: angst, best friends to lovers, emo pining, smut

warnings ::: 18+ content, discussions of drugs, two emo best friends in a room they might fuck, descriptions of injuries and blood, cunnilingus, scissoring, mdni

feat ::: drug dealer!mikasa x fem!reader

wc ::: 5.5k

summary ::: you hadn’t seen your best friend in years, loose ends left untied as she abruptly left your life without telling you why. you could’ve sworn she was dead… until one night brings you together under dangerous circumstances.

a/n: this is my first time writing wlw so i’ve been hesitant to post this : / but the mika brainrot has been so bad + the story just poured out of me i’m sorry if this is bad okay but yeah :3

tagging ! @bajikou @ryugamii @suyasgf @weenieslug @yuurrrrrrr @espritmuse x thank u guys ♡︎

“You owe me fucking money Ackerman-”

“Don’t be ridiculous… you know I have no control over who decides to break into my car and steal my stash, right?”

“Don’t get smart with me, I want my money by tomorrow night.”

“How do you expect me to get you 2k in less than 24 hours?”

“I don’t care how... figure it out.”

Your body was serene in the dead of night, the hum of your fan harmonizing with the storm raging outside of your bedroom had eventually lulled you into a deep sleep. Though you tossed and turned on occasion, there was very little that could jolt you awake, your body unconsciously snuggled deeper under the covers when you heard a creak sound off in the middle of your dream. You scrunch your nose up and squeeze your eyes shut to rid your mind of the disruptive noise.There it is again, you thought, your body slowly shifting out of its sunken state, as you turn to your other side to face your window, curtains blowing as the wind seeps through the glass cracked open.

The window was cracked open.

What was it doing open?

You could’ve sworn you closed it before you went to bed, you always did, you even lock it to be extra safe. So why had you forgotten to close it all of a sudden? The amount of true crime documentaries you consumed had prepared you for a moment like this… you never left your window open at night. The cool breeze makes your body go stiff, the crisp air shaking you out of your groggy state but also setting off the internal alarm within you. It made you realize that you in fact didn’t leave the window open… and so your heart stopped, your feet hitting the carpet as you gently swung your legs over the edge of the bed. Your hand trembled as you sluggishly extended it over your nightstand, taking hold of your phone and opening up the emergency contact prompt, the light from the screen illuminating the dark room. This was not how you expected to die.

“Don’t.”

No… this was when your heart stopped. You opened your mouth to scream but nothing came out, what was supposed to be blood-curdling emerged a choked whisper. There wasn’t much more to do but sit still and let your thumb hover over your screen, though you couldn’t see the keypad to dial 911 through the wall of tears that blocked your vision anyway.

“Please… just take whatever you want… don’t hurt me, I'm begging you,” you pleaded the intruder, the pounding in your chest becoming unbearable as you listened to the heavy footsteps round the corner of your bed. You didn’t dare look up at them, only making out the silhouette of their black boots in the moonlight.

“I won’t hurt you as long as you don’t give me a reason to,” they responded, it almost sounded as if they were masking their voice, speaking in an octave lower than they normally do, and for a second it almost felt familiar to you. This intruder didn’t have an aura filled with malice, no ill-intent for you, it was evident to you, you weren’t sure how you knew but you just did. But you still shook, your stomach still crawled and your heart was still on the verge of combusting. You held your breath, not even wanting to breathe too loud for that could be the reason you give them to hurt you.

“Just tell me where the jewelry box is,” that was the intruders mistake. They didn’t ask you for your wallet, the keys to your car or your laptop that sat on the desk mere feet away from you. They asked for a jewelry box… and not a jewelry box, the jewelry box. They knew you had a jewelry box… the one you've had since you were a kid, the one that held a ballerina on a spring captive, only freed to pirouette in circles when you wanted access to your accessories. Thousands of dollars worth of jewelry laid in that box and this intruder knew that.

That’s when you dared to look at them… to trail your eyes up their body, starting at those black boots that did look familiar after all. Then your gaze traced up their legs, clad with ripped tights… then to their torso, baggy shirt slick to their stomach with rainwater. Then you saw their face… her face, even in the dark her steel grey eyes glared into you the way they always had… and you couldn’t believe she was standing there.

“Mikasa? What are you-”

“I’m not doing this, just tell me where you put your jewelry box,” she crossed her arms across her chest, her body shaking as the air nipped at her wet body. You hadn’t seen Mikasa in years, let alone talked to her, she went radio silent and cut you off, for reasons unbeknownst to you. You used to be so close, until things went sour. You could see her growing more and more distant after the sudden death of her parents, an eighteen year old left to fend for herself and you offered her everything… a place to stay until she got back on her feet, you were prepared to give her some shifts at your part-time job but she turned it all down and left. The two of you were inseparable, neither of you could envision a life without the other, two halves of a fiery whole… you could’ve sworn you fell in love with her. How could you not? No one knew more about you than she did, and she took all of your secrets, your late nights together, your most vulnerable moments and she vanished. You were so fucking mad…

“Where did you go?” You whispered, feeling the tears coming back to you but shit how you hated to cry for her.

“I said I’m not doing-”

“I don’t care that you’re not doing this… whatever this is. You left Mikasa… no actually you fucking vanished… not a word from you for years- do you know how many messages I left? How many people I called just to get the slightest idea of where the fuck my best friend could’ve gone? I thought you were fucking dead and do you care? You’re in my room… in the middle of the night asking for something I haven’t seen in years. I think you need to fuck off-”

Your legs carried you straight to the source of years of aching anxiety, you had no emotional strength left but you pushed with everything left in you. You grabbed her soggy shirt in your hands and shook her but she never broke, her face remained still but you swore you saw the slightest hint of guilt in her eyes. When you pulled your hands away they were slick in a dark liquid, and as you held them up to the window to be illuminated by the night sky you realized that the liquid was crimson… and it had come from Mikasa’s stomach.

“W-what happened Mikasa?” It broke the raven-haired girl to see her best friend like this. It was never her intention to wake you, she wanted to take what she needed and leave. Even after three years of not being in your room she still remembered where you kept your jewelry box, tucked away in the top shelf of your closet, but when her hands dusted over the surface it wasn’t there. But because Mikasa forgot where the creaky floorboards were, a few wrong steps lead her straight to a disgruntled you, half-awake in what used to be one of her t-shirts. It was never her intention for you to see her like this and she never wanted to drag you into her bullshit… that was why she left you high and dry in the first place.

“Please don’t worry about me-”

“Don’t? Worry? All I’ve done for the past three years is worry about you… and now you’re finally back and I’m still worried about you…” You clutched your chest, Mikasa’s blood staining the white cotton as you used your other hand to trace along the wall until your fingers met the lightswitch. Everything in you told you to keep the light off… everything in you told you to tell her to leave empty-handed. But this was your Mikasa standing in the dark of the room you never thought you’d see her in again… so you turned them on.

God, how you wish you didn’t turn the light on.

“Don’t look at me like that…” She whispered, the crack in her voice signifying that she was on the verge of tears just as you were. To see you standing there in front of her in her shirt, it felt like she’d never left. Her home has always been with you, but the feeling of not being welcomed in your own home was something Mikasa never wanted to experience again after tonight. The tears finally left her eyes when she watched you clasp a hand over your mouth, her blood staining your lips, when she watched your eyes widen in terror at the sight before you. She’d never felt so ashamed of herself.

“I won’t let you leave this fucking room until you tell me what happened,” you demanded. Mikasa was a mess, her face bruised, blood seeping through to her shirt, cuts lining up and down her legs, macara decorating her reddened cheeks… and you weren’t mad. She had to know you weren’t mad.

“I’m not mad at you…” You cried, approaching her slowly as if you were trying to catch a wild animal, or calm a violent storm, “I just wanna help you… okay? That’s it.” You chose your words carefully, not wanting to scare her off, God knows you couldn’t lose her again. Just another two steps until you stood in front of her silent being, wrapping your arms around her cautiously and awkwardly. You two stood there like that for a while, with Mikasa’s arms at her sides, allowing you to hold her in your embrace. It took a few minutes for her to rest her head into the nook of your neck and cry, her mascara seeping into your shirt.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know Mika,” she broke at the nickname, no one had ever called her that except you and she hadn’t heard it in years. Everything came crashing down in that moment and for the first time in years she felt safe, and she felt so stupid for leaving things the way she did. You deserved better than her, you always had.

“I’m s-so-”

“Sh, sh, sh… it’s okay,” you hugged her tighter, feeling her arms snake around your waist and hoist you up into her chest, smushing the two of you together. You relaxed in her grip, your girl had finally come back to you, and though you didn’t know where the hell she went you were incessant on chasing the feeling of being back in her arms. It wasn’t until she uttered her next words that you actually began to panic again.

“I’m in trouble…” She whispered in your ear, maybe you didn’t hear, that was good. If you didn’t hear then she would put you back to sleep and promise she’d stay with you until morning, only to leave in the middle of the night and never come back again. She couldn’t make the mistake of involving you in the mess her life had become, but no one was ever as in tune with her body than you were so of course you heard what she said. And she felt the way you froze in her arms and she hated the way you pushed her back and looked at the floor between the two of you.

“Mikasa I can’t help you unless you tell me everything… and you need to start from the beginning.”

So she did.

She told you everything.

For three hours the two of you laid in your bed, not caring how bloody, soggy, or dingy the sheets got. You couldn’t be bothered to care about anything other than the fact that you were with each other again. You laid with your chests to the ceiling, and you stayed silent while Mikasa poured everything out to you. She told you that she started selling drugs after her parents died, it was risky but an easy way to make a lot of cash fast. She was desperate to get on her feet without your help so she left. She knew if she stuck around you were bound to get caught up in the lifestyle she fell into and it wasn’t a safe one for you to be in, you had too much ahead of you to let her drag you down. She kept saying that she “didn’t want to be a burden,” so she cut you off and blocked your number so she wouldn’t be tempted to pick up and hear your voice every time you called. She told you that she cared about you too much to let you follow the same path she did, so she pushed you away until she physically couldn’t anymore. For three years she sold, she started with weed, then worked her way up to cocaine once she built more trust with her supplier. Mikasa was tough, she always fought the battles in your friendship, and she managed to stick it out as a drug dealer for three long years.

Until she couldn’t.

Things started to go downhill when customers just weren’t buying as much any more, and the overflow of white bricks that hid in the trunk of her car could only stay hidden for so long until someone pried the metal open and left with her stash. She watched as the thief ran off with her shit in a backpack, and three empty bullet casings later she still couldn’t shoot them down. She went a week with her supply stolen, telling her boss that was selling it, to just give her some time. But time went by quickly in the world of drug dealing, and when you say that you’re going to sell by a certain time then you’re going to sell by a certain time. Mikasa’s boss didn’t want to hear her excuses, and when she said that she didn’t have the money, a gun was pulled to her head in less than a minute. He beat her to a pulp, ripping open all of the wounds she stumbled into your room with.

She had to have his money by tomorrow.

“You could’ve come to me for help… you didn’t have to start doing this shit to what? Prove something? Mikasa, your parents died, you were eighteen years old, no one was expecting you to get by on your own-”

“I didn’t want to be a burden-”

“Shut up… you were- are my best friend… I would’ve never let you do this shit by yourself,” your words broke off into a whisper, you slid your hand across the sheets of your bed to close the gap between you two, lightly grazing your pinky against hers. You heard Mikasa sniffle beside you, holding back the small whimpers that were dying to leave her lips. It was her turn to rub her pinky against yours, before she eventually took your hand in hers and intertwined your fingers. Bringing the back of your hand to her lips you felt her tears kiss your skin and her chest silently rack with sobs.

“So that’s why you want the jewelry box… I have some expensive shit in there you know,” you teased, letting your eyes flutter shut to the sound of Mikasa’s giggle. You turned your head to face her, watching as the tears rolled off of her cheeks and seep into the pillow beneath her head.

“I stuffed it underneath my bed… all the way to the back… I couldn’t look at it everytime I walked into my closet I-” your voice cracked as you felt your breath shake, your nose flaring up as you tried to stop yourself from crying again, “-It just reminded me of you Mika… you gave it to me and no matter how it aged I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of it. I really thought you were fucking dead and looking at that box made me sick.”

“I’m sorry… I couldn’t let you get hurt,” she looked you in the eyes, the two of you soaked in tears as you tried to rekindle years of lost time, “If you love something you have to let it go, right?” She laughed, bringing a wrist up to her nose to wipe the snot away, “If I was gonna move on I had to let you go.”

“But you came back… and you’re with me again so please just let me back in,” you debated whether or not now was a good time to tell her how you truly felt. How she left you without letting you say any last words, how she left with loose ends and feelings unaddressed, and how she left without giving you the chance to tell her that you fell in love with your best friend.

And as Mikasa looked at you, she watched the way your lips moved as you spoke, how your cheeks rose and fell perfectly when you laughed, and how every word that left your mouth felt like a love letter written just for her. She debated whether or not now was the time to tell you that she loved you, and yes of course she loved you as a friend, but how she loved you, unabashedly, recklessly, completely enamored with every ounce of your essence. The day she left you was one she regretted, because she left without telling you that she fell in love with her best friend.

But she wouldn't do that again.

And you wouldn’t let her do it again.

“Mikasa I- you just need to stay… please, I can’t watch you walk away again.”

She watched the way your chest rose in a staggered fashion, nerves clearly crawling all over your skin. She turned her body to you and you mirrored her actions, the two of you just staring at one another and letting the tears fall, allowing yourselves to shed the layers, to be vulnerable, to just be with each other. Her hand rose to trace a finger from your forehead, down the bridge of your nose, across your bottom lip and to your chin.

“Mikasa… I understand if you don’t want to see me again. I understand if you want the past to be the past and you just can’t find a place for me in your life. You know where the jewelry box is… so you can take it, you can turn off the lights, and you can leave through the window and I swear on my life I will act like you were never here-”

It all happened so quickly, Mikasa grabbing your face in her hands and bringing her lips to yours. The feeling that you’ve been told about since you were a child… the feeling of knowing when someone is the one… when the fireworks go off and the butterflies erupt in your stomach. It was all so cliché, so trivial, the idea of just knowing, you thought it was a crock of shit until you felt her lips on yours. Suddenly every romantic cliché in the world made sense and you understood why people loved kissing in the rain, why they loved bounties of red roses and midnight serenades outside their lovers window. You just got it.

“I’m not fucking leaving…” She mumbled into your kiss, hiccuping against your lips as she threw a leg across your body and pulled you into her. It felt as though your body finally settled, melted into her touch even though you knew your heart would never fully get used to the feeling of her meshing your mouths together, moving in time as she solidified her feelings for you.

“What are we doing?” You ask breathlessly, wrapping your hands in her hair and pulling it out of the ponytail that it sat in. Your cheeks heated up as she snuck her hands under your shirt, the feeling of her cold hands squeezing at the fat of your stomach making you tingle.

“I don’t know… I just want you… do you want me?” Mikasa asked you sincerely, truly not knowing what the hell you wanted to come from tonight, all she knew was that she wanted to feel you, all of you. So she braced a hand at the back of your neck and grazed her lips over yours once more, waiting for your response before falling into you completely.

“Yes… of course I want you.”

That was all she needed, she didn’t need you to declare an undying love, get on one knee, she didn’t need any of that. She just needed to know that you were hers, even if for a night. As you looked at the battered girl in front of you, somewhere in those grey eyes that had hardened over time there was your Mikasa. The one you fell in love with, though you knew that you still loved her now, fragments and all. Your breath hitched in your throat as she climbed on top of you, locking your head between her forearms as she dived in for another kiss, this one was harder, faster, needier. She needed you desperately, and so she kissed down every inch of you. Your heart beat faster as her lips moved down to trace kisses down your jaw line, spending time on your collarbone as she suckled at the tender skin, biting her mark into you.

“Mika, I-” You stopped before finishing your sentence, regretting ever opening your mouth because she stopped her journey down to where you desired her most and looked up at you.

“What?” She asked innocently, “Hey…” She nudged your chin with her nose, “What is it?”

You thought about it for a second, your heart swelling as you looked down at her, were you really about to give yourself to Mikasa? You were. You wanted to be hers so badly.

“Keep going… I want you to,” How do you ask for something like this? You thought. You saw her smirk out of the corner of your eye, embarrassment washing over you as you brought your hands to cover your face. She sighed and pried at the barrier you had created, before prodding at you just a little bit more, “Don’t do that, tell me what you want… I want to know what you want.” Her fingers toyed with the waistband to your underwear as she continued to kiss at your neck, “Just breathe, talk to me… okay?”

“I want you to- please eat me out,” you whispered from under your hand. Finally working up the courage to open your eyes and look at her as she stole another wet kiss from you, a string of saliva connecting your mouths.

“Good girl,” she uttered bashfully, admiring how pretty you looked so flustered and consumed by the smallest actions. She kissed down your stomach, above your shirt, lingering on each spot before moving to the next. She rose from her spot and straddled your thighs, her hands toying with the ends of your shirt before slowly peeling it up your torso and tossing it to the carpet. Her grey eyes grew stormy as she caught sight of your breasts, the way the dim lighting of the room carved out the dips and curves of your nude body, shadows darkening the deepest valleys and a soft orange hue illuminating the highest peaks.

“Fuck… I missed you,” She admitted, swirling her fingers over your nipples, taking the sensitive buds between her fingers and rolling them around, feeling them harden against the cold air and watching goosebumps litter your soft skin. You let out the smallest moan as she continued to play with your breasts, your hands pawing at the hems of her shirt and pulling at the wet fabric, watching her lift it above her head and tossing the bloodied garment next to yours on the floor. You were in awe of her, her chiseled stomach, her onyx hair falling to just graze the tops of her shoulders, and she was all yours.

“I want you…” You whispered.

“I know you do baby,” the pet name lit something inside of you, your stomach curling as you felt the heat rush to your core. She trailed a hand down your stomach before resting her palm on top of your belly button, snaking her body to the end of the bed until her face sat above your cunt. She hooked her fingers around the damp fabric keeping you from her and pulled it down your thighs, watching you squirm as she did so. She took two fingers and dragged them up your folds, before dragging them back down and spreading your labia open. You watched as she stuck two fingers into her mouth, returning them back to your heat as she prodded at your entrance.

“Are you ready?” She asked softly, smiling at you warmly before peppering kisses on the insides of your thighs.

“M’hm,” you murmured sweetly, bringing a hand down to her hair and running your fingers through the dark strands, “I’m ready.”

Instinctively, you clenched around her as she pushed her middle finger into your hole, a gasp leaving your lips when her knuckles reached the top of your mound. You groaned as she placed her thumb on your clit, rubbing soft circles into it as she curled her finger inside of you, “That good?” She asked and you nodded feverishly, tugging at her hair and beckoning her for more. You looked at her and threw your head back when she added her ringer finger, beginning to pump them in and out of you. Your stomach shook as she sped up slightly, replacing her thumb on your clit with her tongue. The sound of your juices slick on her fingers drove you crazy, the fact that you were this wet for someone drove you crazy. And as Mikasa bobbed her head up and down, her tongue flicking up and down your clit… you were going crazy. Your body shook and your thighs dared to shut around her head, before she wrapped her free arm around one of them and pinned you to the bed.

She curled her fingers inside of you, feeling that familiar little spot that she’s felt so many times on herself and she pressed into it over and over, watching you crumble underneath her touch. Her lips grew wet with your juices, the vibrations of her moaning against you setting you over the edge. Your hands flew from her hair to your breasts as you grabbed at them desperately, coating your fingers with your spit and reaching down to play with your nipples as you felt yourself about to come undone.

“Mika… fuck baby- please,” you whined, your back arching off the bed as you squeezed your breasts tighter. Her movements sped up, her fingers pumping in and out of you and her mouth working at your clit, “Come on baby,” she coaxed you, taking her hand away from your thigh to place it on top of yours, squeezing at your breast and intertwining your fingers together. “Fuck, I’m… oh!” You mewled, quickly being shut up by Mikasa stuffing her fingers in your mouth, your body jolting as she fingered you through your high.

“Shit baby-” She moaned, catching your lips on hers, your juices melding your mouths together. With bated breath, you watched as Mikasa fervently ripped a hole in the crotch of her tights, pushing her panties to the side as she held your thighs open and situated herself between them, her cunt settling on top of yours. Her shiny black nails played with the clasp of her bra before finally letting it fall to the comforter. Her hands wrapped around your ankles, using your legs to brace herself as she began to grind herself against you.

“Oh fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whined under her breath, taking her bottom lip between her teeth as she silenced herself, focusing her eyes on the way your pussy looked so beautiful rubbing against hers. Her cheeks flushed a rosy red as she let herself go, turning her head away from you so you couldn’t see the way her face twisted in pleasure. You grabbed her hips and began to swirl your crotch up into hers, burning holes into the back of her head with your intense gaze, “Hey… look at me…  f-fuck… I w-wanna see you.”

Your soft instruction went straight to her cunt, pulsing against yours as the sound of the slick between you two prodded at your ears. She hesitantly turned her head back around, her mouth dropping open when she saw the way your chest was coated with sweat, your tits bouncing to the rhythm in which she humped you in. Your face was twisted in pleasure, your eyebrows furrowed and your lips pulled into your mouth. Slowly but surely you coaxed the moans out of Mikasa’s mouth, your voices whispering sweet nothings to each other as your hips moved in harmony.

“B-baby, y-you… fuck me so good,” you whined as Mikasa sped up to the sound of your praises, the silver chains around her neck clanking as she hugged your leg into her chest. You slid a hand up from her waist to her breast, grabbing at it as you took her nipple between your fingers, before sliding it up to her face and tapping her cheek lightly, “T-tell me when you’re gonna cum,” you ask her, “‘M gonna cum soon…”

She leaned back and thrusted her cunt against yours fast, spreading your legs even further apart as she pushed at your ankles. Her moans grew louder, singing to you as she took your hands in hers, “Oh fuck baby… I-I’m cumming… please… look at me baby,” she whispered sweetly, watching you desperately trying to maintain eye contact with her as your sweat-covered stomach contracted on top of the sheets. You opened your lips to scream through your orgasm but Mikasa stuffed your mouth full of her fingers once more, muffling your moans as she rode you two into your peak. Her grey eyes never left yours as she came, “O-oh… fuck,” she sang, breaking skin as she dug her bottom between her teeth. Her thrusts became sloppy as she slowed down, the two of you catching your breath as her grip loosed on your ankles and she lowered your legs back down to the bed.

She let herself collapse next to you in the comfort of the cool linens, the two of you laying a tangled mess of sweaty limbs and wandering hands. You rested your head against her chest, listening as her heartbeat slowed down and her breathing settled. She was at peace for the first time tonight and for that you were thankful. All you’ve ever wanted for Mikasa was peace. You wanted to say it, those three words. You’d say them, and she’d be yours. You turned your head to place a kiss on her chest, before looking up at her. To your surprise she was already looking at you, even with bruises and dried blood all over her body, she was beautiful. You wanted to kill the man that made her mascara run down her cheeks, the person that took her away from you. But for right now, you wanted to stay in this moment with her. You wanted to tell her, before or if, she ran away again. So you did.

“I love you.”

And as Mikasa looked at you, your body covered in her grime and sweat, love bites painted across your skin like a mural, she knew with everything in her that she couldn’t leave you again. You gave her the opportunity to leave and she didn’t, you were prepared to let her go if that’s what she truly desired. She was so fucking in love with you for that. She placed a hand on your cheek, the other traced up and down your spine, you were so beautiful to her. She wanted to tell you, before or if, she fucked up again. So she did.

“I love you.”

You lifted your head to kiss her, just to feel the feeling of kissing in the rain one more time. That feeling of knowing that you’ve finally found your person. Mikasa would never be a burden to you, and you’d do everything in your power to make her see that. Neither of you knew what the hell you were going to do, nor how you’d move on from here. You just knew that you were prepared to give everything up just to make sure that you’d never be separated again. The way both of your eyes lit up when you finally whispered your confessions three years in the making spoke volumes to that.

“I’ll sell everything for you… just stay with me, okay?”

“...Okay.”

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[baroquebucky]

touch

soulmate au where when you touch your soulmate you see glimpses of your future with them; the winter soldier touches you and realizes there’s so much more out there

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part one

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a/n: hi bffs !! hope u all enjoy this !! i am a sucker for soulmate au’s <3 let me know what u guys think and if u guys want a part 2 !!!

Bucky awoke to the sound of the guards unlocking the door, the metal creaking as Alexander Pierce walked in, waving the guards off to leave the two alone.

“you have another mission today” the man spoke smoothly, bucky getting up from his small bed and staring at the man infront of him, “you need to finish this before it gets out of hand” pierce spoke, eyeing the soldier as he stared blankly ahead.

“Do you understand?” He questioned, bucky looked at him, nodding his head silently as the guards took him out, taking him to get ready for his mission.

He had stopped resisting, he had nothing left, he couldn’t remember much and he had no idea who he even was. Bucky followed the motions, suiting up and grabbing his weapons alongside the other HYDRA agents.

You frowned at steve and natasha, grumbling to yourself as Sam let you into the house.

“im y/n, sorry about these two” you smiled at the man, extending your hand out and turning to your two friends.

“thank you for coming y/n, we really need you” Steve spoke, natasha nodding in agreement as she dried her hair slowly.

“yeah, yeah everyone always needs me” you joked, sitting next to them and rubbing your eyes, “woke me up from my nap so this better be good” you spoke, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back.

Steve and natasha explained the situation, telling you what they knew about the winter soldier, you soaked in the information, attempting to google him but coming up with almost nothing.

“hm, so you want me to do what, exactly” you questioned, looking at the trio staring back at you.

“fight with us, help us, we have to stop HYDRA” Steve spoke, looking at natasha before continuing, “i don’t know who to trust and” he sighed, “we know we can trust you, are you in?”

You smiled, getting up and pulling the three in for a hug, sams eyes going wide.

“of course I’m in, i care about you guys too much to let you die alone” you chuckled, pulling away, looking at Sam before speaking up, “no ones dying by the way, right?”

The four of you were on the rooftop, getting information out of Sitwell, laughing when natasha kicked him off.

“What about that girl from accounting, Laura?” Natasha spoke, looking at Steve as he thought about the woman’s name.

“Lillian! Lip piercing right?” Natasha nodded and Steve shook his head.

“yeah I’m not ready for that” you laughed at the two lightly.

“you should get with the time have a little fun!” You teased, Natasha smiling as you sided with her, nodding her head excitedly.

As Sam brought Sitwell back you began the interrogation, threatening to throw the man off for good is he didn’t start talking. Your eyes were steely and they let you handle him, getting all the information you needed.

“i didn’t know you could be so-” sam stopped, trying to find the right words.

“evil?” Natasha offered.

“terrifying?” Steve chuckled and Sam nodded.

“Insight launched in 16 hours” you spoke up, checking your phone, Natasha nodded speaking up after you, “we’re cutting it kinda close here.”

Steve looked ahead with furrowed brows nodding his head, “well use him to bypass the DNA scans and bypass the helicarriers directly.”

Sitwell scoffed next to you, blabbering on about you something, you rolled your eyes, going to say something when someone reached through the window and threw him out, your eyes going wide.

“what the fuck!” You screeched, looking up and seeing who you assumed was the winter soldier.

Your eyes were wide as you stared out the windshield, a tug in your chest as you saw him sliding across the concrete, steadying himself with his metal arm.

Natasha pulled her gun out, aiming at the man. A car rear ended you, pushing you forward and knocking your wind out. The soldier jumped atop the car, holding on tight as the truck behind you pushed you all foward.

Sam pressed on the breaks, trying to steer away from the other cars. A metal hand reached through the windshield and tore the steering wheel out from his grasp.

“shit!” Sam yelled, eyes wide as the car drove into another, Natasha reaching her gun and shooting in hopes of hitting the masked man.

Steve grabbed onto the three in the front, looking back at you with wide eyes.

“go!” You yelled, scrambling to open the door before the car crashed into the wall.

“hang on!” Steve called, jumping out, with you bracing yourself for the impact seconds after, you flew out the door, hitting the ground with a thud.

You ran to join natasha and Sam, ducking behind cars to avoid the bullets, finally pulling out your pocket knife and hitting one of the men in the chest, running again as they shot at you three even more.

You and natasha jumped down, holding onto her as she shot something under the bridge to swing from.

The two of you landed safely, you pointed to the shadow of the solider, running alongside her to shoot at the man.

You both aimed and fired, hitting his giggled and causing him to turn back. You let out a sigh, hoping they would give you a minute to recover. You both ran for cover as he leaned back over, machine gun in hand and shooting wildly.

“fucks sake” you let out, breathless as you aimed to shoot back at him, running for cover once again, hiding behind the parked cars. Your eyes focusing on the bus steve had fallen into, relief flooding your body when you saw him jumping out and hiding behind the shield safely, eyes moving to the highway and seeing Sam shooting from above.

“I’m gonna leave this recording here, ill sneak up behind him and then you try and get him, we can double team him” Natasha spoke, you nodded, letting her record the memo before setting it down and running.

Your heart raced as you saw the soldier approach the vehicle, waiting for the right moment to strike. As Natasha ran to tackle him from behind you noticed the amount of people still around you, the explosion next to you sending people flying.

“shit” you mumbled, running to help them as Natasha held her own.

“get out of the way! Run! Get out of here” you yelled, pointing at those in frenzy to run in the opposite direction, you glanced over your shoulder, Natasha being thrown into a car.

As you turned to help her you noticed a little girl crying, alone. You debated for a second before running up to her, taking her in your arms and handing her off to some random adult who was fleeing.

Natasha had messed the man arm up, joining her in her sprint as you all yelled for people to move and to take cover. You heard the whirl of a bullet and natasha groan, doubling over next to a car.

“take of her!” Steve yelled, holding off the soldier. You let eyes were wide, putting pressure on Natasha wound and looking around.

“you’re gonna be fine” you told her, looking into the car and breaking the window with your elbow, opening the compartment in the passengers seat and smiling when you found a first aid kit.

“come on” you mumbled, moving her gently and cleaning the wound, doing your best with what little you had. You tried to bandage her, the sound of the bullets hitting Steve’s shield making your hands shake.

“go help them, I’ll be fine” Natasha groaned out, you hesitated before nodding, running to where Steve was.

You hid behind a car, watching as he shoved a knife into a van, barely missing Steve’s head.

You jumped from behind the car as Steve reached to grab his shield, hitting the metal armed man, you used your body weight to twist him back.

Visions flashed in your eyes, quick flashes of a man with a charming smile and beautiful blue eyes. The sound of laughter echoing in your ears as the mask fell besides you. You saw the two of you cuddled up on a couch, you saw two two of you watching a sunset while on a picnic, giggles falling from your mouth.

Bucky saw it too, his mind flashing with pictures of a life he didn’t recognize, seeing you, his mission in them. He saw you cuddled at his side, he saw you on a stage together singing with lyrics on a screen, he saw the two of you rescuing a white cat from the rain. Bucky saw you holding out a present for him, a bright smile on you face, he saw you throwing flour at him in a kitchen, cookies baking in an over.

He stayed on the ground, memories who he used to be flooding his mind, hope of who he could become clouding his judgement.

Tears brimmed in his eyes as he looked up at you, standing in front of Steve with an equally shocked look on your face.

“it’s you” you breathed out, your heart tugging in your chest as your eyes met his blue ones, they were cloudy and they were broken but god, you already loved them.

“it’s you” he whispered. A year rolling down his face before HYDRA agents surrounded you all.

“Bucky?” Steve spoke, finally getting a good look at the man.

The super soldier stayed quiet, panic in his eyes and he looked at you, setting his weapon down. You made a move to run to him, but Sam flew in, knocking him feet away from you, Natasha soon launching a grenade.

“no!” You screamed, running to where he was. He was gone.

“No! Please i just found him no!” You cried, sinking to you knees, Sam ran over to you, holding you tightly as you sobbed, agents surrounding the four of you and telling you all to get down on your knees.

You sobbed into sams chest, only leaving his embrace when the agents ripped you from him.

Buckys eyes were wide as he sat in the chair, his heart racing as he recalled your face, your hair. He recalled the flashes he saw, his future with you.

He had something to hold onto, he had something to fight for, someone to survive for. He thought about the man who was next to you, he was familiar, he was in his old memories.

Buckys mind raced, knowing they would wipe his memories, he soaked in every last detail, praying he could hold onto to what he had after they wiped him.

He could hold onto you, his hope.

[emmyhem]

everything you’re missing (c.t.h)

a/n: hi everybody, i’m back with another post. this is my first calum piece and i’m so excited to finally get it up. this is once again unedited, i’m way too tired rn. it’s also the second smut i’ve posted so that’s pretty exciting as well. yeah i don’t really have much to say right now because i’m literally exhausted, my classes are really kicking my ass. anyway i hope you all enjoy this bff!calum piece. feedback and comments are always appreciated. hope you all are doing well and are being safe. thank you - emmy <33

pairing: bff!calum hood x fem!reader

summary: a drunken text meant for your ex shows up on calum’s phone and leaves him questioning everything he’s missing out on with his best friend.

warning(s): talk of a previous bad relationship, y/n’s ex body shamed her, mentions of alcohol, insecurity, smut, cursing

word count: 4.7k

You’ve decided that 3 glasses of wine is your happy medium, but even a sip into the 4th and there’s no telling what you’ll do. 

So, naturally you were finishing up your 5th glass on Friday night while angrily scrolling through your exes instagram when you got what seemed to be an incredible idea. It was simply too tempting not to, your mind was feeling hazy which made your confidence skyrocket, and you truly did just look good. 

A day of pampering had left you in a black floor length silk robe with nothing but your favorite deep cherry red lingerie set underneath. Your face was bare and glowing after a refreshing and illuminating face mask, and your lips were left glossy and plump from a new scrub. 

You had posed in front of the floor length mirror in your living room, giggling between snaps until you had taken the perfect shot. It was classy but provocative, the dressing gown slipping from your shoulders exposing the lace of your bra and a tasteful amount of cleavage. You had also left the bottom open, allowing a clear shot of your thighs and the curve of your ass from where you sat on your knees. 

With a mischievous glint in your eyes you selected the picture into a message, typing a cheeky, “take a good look at everything you’re missing”  and sending it off to your ex (or so you thought). 

But you really couldn’t be blamed for your mistake, Cam and Cal were far too similar for your drunk brain to decipher the difference. You also couldn’t be blamed for the fact that you dozed off on the couch immediately after sending it, before you even had a chance to recognize your humiliating mistake. 

You were awoken by the ringing of your phone at around 9:00 am, way too early for your liking. Before even registering who it was, you brought the phone to your ear and groaned a sleepy, “hello,” 

“At your door.” a voice you recognized as your best friend responded. 

“M’coming” you said, scooting off the couch. On your way to the door you registered that you were still scantily covered, the robe falling off of you as you walked. You clutched it around you as you swung the door open to a wide eyed, Calum Hood. 

“G’morning.” he smirked, looking you up and down. 

“Shh” you hushed, pulling him in by the arm. “Why in the world are you here so early?”

He lightly laughed while taking a seat at the kitchen table, eyes following you while you moped over to the fridge and pulled out two water bottles. 

“Well,” he sighed as you handed him one. “I got a very interesting text last night and I figured I just had to come over and see, y’know everything I was missing.” he spoke in a teasing tone as he gestured a hand down your body.

You tugged your eyebrows together in confusion. There was something familiar about what he was saying, but not familiar enough for you to put the pieces together. 

“What are you talking about?” you questioned bringing the water bottle to your lips. 

Calum shrugged his shoulders, a smirk still glued to his face as he took out his phone and began looking for something. After a few seconds he extended his arm to hand you his phone. You accepted it and glanced down absentmindedly as your body slumped against the counter.  

The second your eyes hit the screen it all came back to you, your mouth fell open and you straightened out, suddenly very awake, not to mention very mortified. 

Calum on the other hand was buzzing. Actually, he had been ever since his phone dinged last night awakening him from his sleep. Well, buzzing and extremely, extremely sexually frustrated. 

When he first opened your message and saw the picture that would now be making a regular appearance in his wet dreams, he had nearly choked on his own breath. He knew that it was most likely a drunken mistake, and while that slightly saddened him it didn’t stop his dick from plumping up at the sight, straining uncomfortably against his boxers. He seriously debated wanking to the tempting image but decided against it, thinking it would be a gross violation of your privacy since it wasn’t even meant for him. Oh how he wished it was. Unfortunately that meant he had been sporting an exceptionally sensitive halfie since then. 

“Oh my god.” you groaned, sitting the phone down on the counter and covering your eyes in humiliation. “Cal I’m soooo sorry, I was drunk, and overly confident, and I meant to send this to Cam and now I’m just, I’m sorry.” you reiterated. 

‘Hey, don’t apologize on my account.” he countered. “Plus, you should be thrilled you sent it to me and not that asshole, doesn’t deserve ya.” 

“I know, you’re right. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m mortified though. S’bit ridiculous, get a little alcohol in my system and I have a god complex all of a sudden” you rambled, running your hands through your hair nervously. 

Calum stood and pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on the top of your head. 

“You think too much, y’know that?” he quipped. 

You turned your head, pressing a cheek against his sweater clad chest and mumbled, “Yea I’ve been known for that.” 

Calum softly chuckled at your words before pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head and pulling apart. 

“S’really no big deal, y/n.” a teasing grin plastered on his face. “Besides I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it.”

“Calum!” you scolded, swatting a hand at his arm. 

He dodged your hit just in time and held his hands up in surrender before taking his seat again. 

“Why'd you let that dick bother you anyway? Y’know you’re way out of his league.” 

Your jaw clenched at the question, your mind wandering to every time you had come to Calum crying after your ex had done something to hurt you. Everytime he commented on your “stomach pudge” as he liked to call it, when you wore a tight dress to go out. Or when he would ask if you were really “that” hungry, even if you hadn’t eaten much at all. And each time you would feel absolutely wretched and end up sobbing in Calum’s arms, but refusing to tell him why you were so, so sad. 

“He texted me the other day y’know?” you muttered under your breath, while fiddling with the coffee machine. 

“Really? What’d he say?” Calum responded, watching your back with narrowed eyes. 

“Uh, he saw me the other night, when we were at that bar with the guys.” you said, shaky fingers pulling out a mug. 

“And?” he spoke flatly. 

“It’s stupid really,” you sniffled, willing your voice not to break. “He said I put on a few pounds, that he was glad he got out when he did.” your bottom lip traitorously jutted out as you turned to face him. 

“Fucking dick.” he hissed. 

Calum wasn’t necessarily proud of the violent images that flashed through his mind at the thought of that asshole finding yet another way to hurt you but, the sad little quiver of your lip allowed him to reason without a doubt that they were fair. 

Before you could even blink he was holding you again, arms impossibly tight around you. . 

“He’s wrong, y/n. Fuck, I don’t know how to even...he’s just so wrong.” he said softly, his hand rubbing your back reassuringly. 

“I know.” you whimpered, holding tears back. 

He pulled back enough to look you in the eyes, arms still firm around your waist. 

“No you don’t. It’s...It really fucking pisses me off that he makes you feel like this. It’s like-fuck you’re just like-” he moved his hands to cup your cheeks. “You really are gorgeous.” 

Your heart fluttered at his words, and your whole body felt warm as you stared at his big brown eyes. His words felt sincere, everything about him felt so sincere. 

“Thank you, Cal.” 

He pulled you back into his chest, “Really wish I could just, like hug away all his bullshit.” 

“M’used to it.” you mumbled. 

“You don’t deserve any of it.” 

“Yea, well what can you do.” you sighed, moving out of his embrace. 

Calum’s eyes were still glued to you as you stirred a spoonful of sugar in your coffee. 

“I hope you don’t let anything he says get to you.” 

You let out a breath of exhaustion. 

Confidence wasn’t something that you used to struggle with. I mean sure, there were spouts of insecurity here and there but you knew your worth, and you considered yourself pretty, hot even. That had all changed a few months into your latest relationship. First it was the backhanded compliments which quickly turned into passive comments, and then outright cruel insults. People really underestimate the toll their words take on others, especially when the person that’s making you feel so ugly and worthless, is one that you adore and who’s supposed to adore you right back, no matter what. 

“I try but, he can’t just be making it all up.” you were ashamed. When did you become the girl that lets a guy affect how she sees herself? That just wasn’t you. 

“He is. He’s insecure and a douche. He was probably trying to destroy your confidence to the point that you felt like you couldn’t leave him.” Calum assured. “But you’re way too strong for him, dumped his sorry ass anyway.” 

You smiled gratefully at his words, taking a seat next to him. 

“Yea, so strong I tried to send him half naked pictures for reassurance.” 

Calum shook his head, “I wish you could see how hot you are.” 

Your eyes widened at the compliment, your head dropping to avoid his stare as blood rushed to your cheeks. 

“I’d be happy to reassure you whenever you want.” he continued, bumping his knee against yours under the table. 

“Doesn’t count.” you dismissed, before sipping your coffee. “You're my best friend, you’re obligated to tell me I’m pretty.” 

“Doesn’t mean I don’t mean it.” he muttered back quietly, his expression dropping slightly. He hated when you deflected his compliments. All he ever wanted to do was make you feel good, and you made it very difficult for him when you blocked every swing he took at the wall of insecurity that Cam had built around you. He would kill Cam if he could. 

You let out an apologetic sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder. 

“M’sorry, you’re right. I love you for that, the only thing keeping me sane.” 

Your heart squeezed as he hugged you back. 

Calum was perfect, he was sweet, and funny, and quite literally your favorite person on earth. Not to mention you had been hopelessly in love with him since practically the beginning of your friendship. But as his best friend you had heard over and over just how uninterested he was in a relationship. Everytime you would ask about his love life he would just respond, 

“I’m just not the boyfriend type, m’not cut out for it.” shrugging nonchalantly. 

Which you thought was laughable because anyone would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend, in fact sometimes you would let yourself pretend he was yours. 

Like,in a busy club with his hands on your hips, guiding you through the crowds. So close behind, you could feel each exhale on the back of your neck, as his eyes darted around the room to ensure there weren’t any potential threats to your safety, in the form of drunk overzealous flirts. Or after a night out when he got cuddly and clingy, and would find his way from the couch into your bed. You’d wake up with his cheek pressed against your chest and his arms snaked around your torso as he released soft breaths that caused goosebumps to rise on your exposed skin. You’d let yourself imagine that you had this every morning and that he would wake up any minute to smother your face in kisses and tell you he loved you. And of course, here he was again this morning being so thoughtful and kind and everything you wanted in a boyfriend. And here you were again swimming in his praises and physically having to restrain yourself from kissing him. 

Begrudgingly, you pulled away and stood up. 

“Gonna get changed.” you spoke. 

“I’m making us breakfast.” Calum called as you walked away. You hummed in response and slipped into your room. 

Once in the privacy of your own room you quickly pulled on a pair of leggings and a hoodie before scurrying to the bathroom sink and splashing cold water on your face in hopes of ridding yourself of any romantic thoughts towards your best friend.

Although you weren’t aware, Calum was doing the very same thing just a few feet away. Internally reminding himself repeatedly that it was never gonna happen with you. He wasn’t good enough to be anyone’s boyfriend, let alone yours. You didn’t want him that way and he could almost trick himself into believing that he was okay with that.

You hastily finished brushing your teeth before returning to the kitchen. You were greeted with the sight of Calum’s back, he stood over the toaster cutting an avocado and humming a song you didn’t recognize quietly to himself.  He looked over his shoulder as your footsteps approached. 

“Hungry?” he questioned. 

“You have no idea.” you affirmed, as he fixed a plate for you both. 

“Good. I was thinking we could watch something while we eat,” 

“Fine with me.” you responded, hoping he wouldn’t notice the distraction laced in your voice. Your focus had easily been stolen from the conversation to how easy it was to see his back muscles flex through the thin material of his jumper. 

But of course he did, it was Calum after all. 

“Y’alright?” he said, handing you a plate. 

“Uh, yep.” you rushed out. 

“Not still thinking about Cam, are you?” 

“No, not at all.” you answered honestly, walking to the couch, Calum trailing closely behind you. 

“Then what’s got you all flustered?” 

“You” you thought, taking a seat in the furthest corner. 

“I’m not flustered.” 

“Bullshit” he countered, sitting practically on top of you. 

You let out a huff, and motioned to the other  completely empty side of the couch. 

“Is there a reason we aren’t practicing personal space right now?” 

He laughed softly at your question and nuzzled closer into your side. 

“Yea, you’re all pouty, looks like you need a cuddle.” 

 “I’m really fine Cal.” you shoved him lightly but saw no results, he just scooched in even closer and bit into his toast. 

The two of you sat in silence while some newly released action movie played on your TV. Calum’s arm was wrapped around your shoulders keeping you tight to his side, and although you could’ve sworn that you had been in this exact same position hundreds of times, you felt as if this were the very first time. Every single one of your nerves were on fire and the warmth that had flooded your body was making you antsy. 

Feeling overwhelmed by your senses, you allowed your eyes to flutter close with a deep inhale. 

“You okay?” Calum whispered, dipping his head down slightly to reach your ear.

You opened your mouth to respond but didn’t trust your voice to protrude through your shaky exhales, settling for a subdued nod instead. 

“You sure?” his words were long and drawled out, despite your eyes being closed you knew his proximity from the feeling of his breath just behind your ear. 

Before you could speak up his hand secured itself just above your knee, and your muscles flexed involuntarily at the contact. 

“Relax, y/n” he continued, his thumb beginning to run repeatedly over a spot on your inner knee. 

Everything in your brain was screaming at you to excuse yourself, maybe even kick him out, anything to gain some space and hopefully some clarity from the cloud of sexual tension that was looming over the two of you and blurring boundaries at lightning speed. But you were essentially frozen in place, petrified that any movement would alert Calum to the way he was affecting you. 

Your head lolled back to rest on his forearm which was lying behind you on the couch and finally peeled your eyes open, staring up at the ceiling. 

He watched you from the corner of his eye, taking note of every rise and fall of your chest, every thick swallow of your throat. 

If there was one thing Calum was well versed in, it was his ability to read you, he liked to think he knew you better than anyone else in the world. He could tell exactly how you were feeling just by watching you, your face, your breathing and he was more than shocked when he started getting the feeling you were no longer upset but something far more appealing. 

Were you turned on? Right here in his presence? The thought made blood rush to his dick, which twitched in his pants when another breathy sigh passed your lips. 

“What’re you thinking about, love?” 

Everything in you urged you to answer honestly, just tell him the truth. “You, I’m thinking about you. I’m always thinking about you.” But you couldn’t do that, so instead you deflected. 

“What’re you thinking about?” you countered, meeting his eyes. 

Calum questioned his next words very carefully, debating whether or not he could recover if he was wrong about what you were feeling and you shut him down. It was pointless though, he knew he would never recover from your rejection. He also knew that spontaneous combustion wouldn’t look very good on his tombstone and that’s exactly what would happen if he spent one more minute not kissing you. 

Fuck it. 

“That pretty little set you had on last night.” he confessed. 

That you weren’t expecting. 

A quiet whine rang from your throat and you were far too affected to feel embarrassed. 

And that did it, Calum was now impossibly hard in his pants, no doubt leaking precum onto his boxer briefs. He needed to get his hands on you, now. 

His hand started to slowly travel up your thigh, goosebumps rising on every centimeter they passed. 

“So gorgeous in red, aren’t ya y/n?”

“Cal,” you hissed when his thumb brushed the sensitivity of your inner thigh. 

“Mm.” he hummed. “It’d be pretty hard fo’me to stop right now, but I will if that’s what you want. Is that what you want, love?” 

He was sure he’d cry if he had to let go of you now, but he needed to hear you say it. 

“No, don’t wanna stop.” you whined, turning your body flush to his.

“Whaddya want then, baby? Hm?” You could feel his every word on the flushed skin of your neck as he leaned into the crook.

“Want you.” 

He could’ve came then and there. 

“Then I’m all yours.” he admitted before crashing his lips on yours. 

Your heart was in your stomach as his tongue entered your mouth, explorative and eager. He was too busy memorizing your taste to notice your fingers tugging at his sweater. You attempted to push it up desperate to feel his skin under your hands. You were able to pull the fabric up about halfway before they were blocked by his arms that were holding you close against him.

Calum laughed when you pulled apart from the kiss, giving him a disappointed look. 

“Want it off?” he teased. 

You couldn’t bother to be embarrassed when you nodded eagerly in response. He didn’t waste any time peeling the fabric off of his skin, and you were quick to lightly run a finger across the ink feather just below his collarbone. 

Now it was his turn to tug on your clothes, “Level the playing field?” 

You nodded, lifting your arms and allowing him to lift the sweatshirt over your head leaving your chest completely bare. Calum groaned at the sight of your tits, his hands quickly finding your waist and tugging you down to lay on your back in one swift motion. 

Once you were laid out in front of him he took the opportunity to explore the new skin. His hands left a lingering warmth as they dragged across your stomach and despite the kind words and endearing demeanor that he always upheld with you, you found yourself shying under his gaze, wanting to curl away from him. As your hands began to wrap around your stomach in an attempt to cover yourself up he quickly pushed them away, locking them in place on either side of you. 

“Wanna see everything baby, all of you.” he cooed in your ear before nipping at the lobe. 

His kisses began to travel down your neck, sucking a few marks to your collar bones and the surrounding areas. When his fingers grazed over a fresh bruise in the dip just between your neck and shoulders you hissed lightly. 

“You look so pretty marked up for me. All mine, aren’t you baby? Not Cam’s, mine. Say it.” 

“Yours, Cal.” you admitted, feeling your body sink further into the couch. You had never felt drunk off of someone’s words before and the experience was leaving you sputtering, completely compliant to your best friend. 

He hummed contently at your confession, his large hands gripping at your hips, before slowly peeling your leggings off.

“Y’feel so good in my hands, like you were made for me.” his thumbs poking at the soft skin, just beneath your panties. 

The feeling of his hands so close to where you needed them, but not quite there was driving you crazy. 

“Cal, please.” you begged. 

He groaned before tugging at the cotton covering you. “Cam’s a fucking idiot, y’know that? He had the prettiest girl in the world and treated her like shit. I’d never do that, wanna worship you baby.” 

It was ridiculous how overwhelmed his words were leaving you, all desperate and squirming. As his fingers met the soaked expanse of your cunt you couldn’t hold back the throaty moan it elicited. 

A pornographic sigh followed close behind, one that made Calum want to pinch himself to ensure he wasn’t in the midst of a haunting dream. 

“Soaked f’me darling.” he mused, running his fingers up and down your folds to completely coat you in your arousal. You whimpered at the feeling, bucking your hips up desperate for friction. 

Tutting while shaking his head, he used one hand on your lower stomach to press you back down to the couch. 

“Stay still for me won’t you, love?” he cooed, continuing to run his fingers over your core lightly. 

When you bobbed your head up and down in agreement he lifted your leg to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your calf. 

“Hm, good girl.” he praised, softly laying your leg back down. 

Calum hovered above you, dipping his head down every so often to peck at your chest, his fingers still unrelenting. The knot in your lower stomach tightened every second that passed and you felt like you could scream at any second, yearning to be full. 

Calum felt like he could burst any minute himself but was determined to make this experience the best of your life. He wanted to give you something to remember, a reason to want more. 

Your soft moans and frustrated grunts alerted him to your neediness and he was just about ready to give in for the both of you. 

“What do you need from me, baby?” he said against your shoulder before peppering kisses across your collar bones. 

You could only respond with an airy moan when his fingers found your clit. 

“Hm? My fingers?” You shook your head aggressively. He knew exactly what you wanted, the tease. 

“No? Want my mouth?” he teased further, leaving an opened mouth kiss in between your tits. 

“Cal,” you sighed. “Fuck me, please.”

He groaned at your words, nipping lightly at the skin before ridding himself of his pants. 

“You’re a fucking dream, y’know that?” he praised, desperately searching for a condom in his pants. When he finally located one he held it up to you as if it were a prized possession, smiling proudly at his own preparedness. 

He hastily freed himself from the constraints of his boxers and rolled the condom on, never once taking his eyes off of the blissful expression on your face. 

“Ready?” he questioned, his tip lightly pressing at your entrance. You nodded and sucked in a breath, bracing yourself for the stretch, your eyes falling closed in the process. 

When a few seconds went by and nothing happened you opened your eyes to find Calum staring down at you in awe. 

“Cal,” you whined. “what’re you doing?” 

Your words seemed to break him from his trance, he shook his head and muttered an apology to you. 

“Sorry, fuck you’re pretty. You’ve got no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” 

“Then stop waiti-” your words were cut off by a sharp hiss that couldn’t have been prevented as his length finally pressed into you. 

“Fuck.” Calum groaned his head falling back. You felt too good around him, seriously he was fucked, completely ruined for you. 

You felt the exact same as your silky moans filled the room. You had never been filled this good and you questioned how you had gone so long without this. 

“M-move” you sighed, clenching around him. 

You could hear his breath catch at the feeling and he grunted out a strained, “Need a minute.” 

He held himself in place for a few more seconds until his breaths began to even out once again before pulling nearly all the way out and slamming back in. 

You yelped, pulling your lip between your teeth in hopes to drown the sound. 

He continued slamming into you at an unrelenting pace, taking notice of each time your eyes would roll back when he brushed against your g-spot. He could write a book about how good you looked all fucked for him. 

As his thrusts grew closer together you could feel your release creeping up on you.  

“Cal, need’ta cum.” you stuttered out. 

His hands tightened around your hips, pulling you even closer to him as his head poked at that spot again. 

“Go on baby, let go.” he encouraged, willing himself to hold out a little longer as your walls fluttered around him. 

Once you had came it only took him about three more thrusts before he was painting the condom with his release, groaning your name as his hand searched for yours to intertwine them as he came down from his own high. 

  His body flopped next to yours on the couch, both of you struggling to fit next to each other in such a small space, not that either of you minded the close quarters. 

Your fingers remained laced together as you caught your breath, Calum peppering kisses to your shoulder and mumbling praises into your skin. 

“You’re an angel. God, I just- I love you.” he said, causing your head to snap in his direction. 

He looked like a deer in headlights when you asked for him to repeat himself. 

“I love you?” he obliged.

“Is it a question?” 

“No, I’m just not used to saying it.” he admitted, vulnerability clear in his eyes. 

You wanted to kiss away the worried crease in his forehead but instead pressed your lips to his, pulling apart a fraction of an inch to speak after a few seconds.

“I love you too.” you ensured. 

Calum eyes widened, not expecting you to say it back, at least not so soon. He had so much he wanted to say to you but figured all of it could be summed up by another kiss to your soft lips. So he closed the distance once again, using a bit more force this time in hopes it would convey the strength of his feelings for you.