#and i was fine earlier??? i was working on story notes n shit. did i burn myself out on that and now my brain is just

[thefallennightmare]

Just Pretend-Twenty Four

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader

Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.

Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.

Authors Note: Did y'all bring your umbrellas and washcloths? Cause it gets a bit messy in this.

FUCK YOU. EAT SHIT. KILL GOD. DETHRONE.

We are Fallenvvitch. Goodnight.

🪽🔮

Collaborating With: @thescarlettvvitch(better give her all the love as well)

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NOAH

“So are you saying there’s a new Bad Omens music video on the horizon?” 

With a trick smile, I adjusted my position in the chair and shrugged to the camera on my computer. “Uh, yeah. I can’t tell you which one but it’ll be out there soon.” 

The group of people who were interviewing me via Zoom cheered until one of them asked the next question. It went like this for a few more minutes and I did my best to pay attention and not reach for my phone. Tonight was important and even with how poised and professional I looked during the interview, my knee was bouncing under my desk with nerves. Everything had been planned down to the last detail, Michael giving me shit for stressing out about nothing. 

“It’s Y/N, you know she’d be fine with just an easel and new paints,” he chuckled while watching me set up Y/N’s studio. 

I paused setting up the plants on a shelf to turn towards him. “I know. But she deserves this; all of this. She needs a place to escape by herself for a little while.” 

“You have to relax,” Michael rested his hands on my shoulders, looking directly into my eyes. “You need to enjoy the new beginnings of your relationship. You and Y/N love each other, that’s what matters. Not how many plants she has.” 

Shaking my head from the earlier memory, I hummed towards the interviewer. “I’m sorry, what was the question?” 

She chuckled. “We’ve seen some growth vocally on this new record from the last. Can you give us a little insight on that?” 

With a nod, I divulged how I recently started working with a vocal coach who helped bring out this side of me that I had always hidden under a veil of self-doubt and insecurities. 

Suddenly my phone buzzed on the desk and I quickly peered down at it, my heart jumping into my throat. 

Angel 🪽: I’m walking out of therapy right now, I’ll be home and ready to go in an hour! 

While the interviewers chatted amongst themselves briefly, I typed out a fast response before taking a long drink of my coffee. 

Me: No rush, angel. We have all night. I should be finishing up this interview soon. 

Another question and another answer. It went on like this for a few minutes until I noticed another text from Y/N. 

Angel 🪽: You already got coffee?🥺 

My heart dropped when I saw that emoji because I could vividly picture her soft lips in a pout just like it. Her bright eyes wide. 

Me: Don’t do that, you know I can’t resist that face you pull.  Jolly brought it from Fika. Astrid made an extra by mistake. We can swing by and get you one.

Thankfully, my hands were just off camera so no one who was watching would be able to see my texting. 

Wait. 

Me: Wait, are you watching? You little sneak.

Deciding to give my attention back to the interview, I finished it within the next thirty minutes and thanked them with a wide smile before clicking out of Zoom. Standing up from the desk in the studio, I read Y/N’s message as I trotted down the stairs toward my bedroom. 

Angel 🪽: Of course, I’m watching. I watch all of your interviews. I also love teasing you. I already stopped by Fika after therapy. I will say that I’m excited about what you have planned for later. 

Veering left instead of right, I stepped inside Y/N’s art studio and stood in the middle of the room, assessing every inch of it to make sure it was absolutely perfect. The memory of earlier today stumbling inside with both arms full of bags that contained a variety of different paint and drawing supplies. The guys merely smirked as they saw me struggling even having a bag hanging from my teeth before I motioned to the outside with my head and mumbled two words. 

Help. Car.

The studio was perfect and spotless when I made sure that everything was where it needed to be. As I headed across the hall into my bedroom to finish getting ready, I sent a text to Y/N; one she responded to almost immediately. 

Me: I can’t wait. I love you.

Angel 🪽: I love you too, mochi. 

READER

“Oh my god, I’m stuffed. I can’t eat another bite,” I groaned while stepping out of Noah’s car as he held the door open for me. 

“Greek was a good choice, huh?” He chuckled as he walked around the car towards me; a little bell jingling behind him. 

I looped my arm through his and rested my head against his shoulder. “You know I’d never turn down a chance for Greek food.” 

“I never thought I’d be such a fan of it. I’ve always thought it was just gyros. The spinakorprita was good.” 

I stifled my laugh into his bicep. “It’s spanakopita.” 

“Spa-na-ko-pi-ta.” 

Noah sounded out slowly and I kissed his shoulder. “Good job! Pretty soon I’ll have you fluent in Greek and we can visit Greece.” 

He brushed a kiss along my forehead and I peered down at the feline that rubbed his face along Noah’s leg. 

“Are you sure he’s okay on the harness?” I bit my lip. “He can’t slip out of it?” 

“Salem is fine, angel. He loves this thing. You should have seen him running through the grass when I had him a couple of months ago.” 

To reassure me worries, however, Noah picked up Salem to hold him against his chest, our cat purring loudly as I pressed a kiss on his head. 

“Thank you for letting me bring him. I figured it would be good to get him acclimated here in case you have to watch him for me,” I said as we began walking up towards the house. 

“I’ve been wanting to show him the new cat tree I bought him,” Noah smiled. 

When we came to a stop at his front door I untangled myself from him and then reached inside my purse for my camera. 

“Angel,” he started. 

Waving him off, I backed away a few feet and motioned to him to stay there. “Just one picture in front of the house. You look so cute tonight. Plus, I need a picture of my boys.” 

Even with the dim street light but the bright glow of the moon, I saw the red hue cover Noah’s cheeks with my compliment, and eventually, threw up his trademark peace sign with one hand and continued to hold Salem in the other. 

Snapping a few different poses, I pocketed the Polaroids after they printed and skipped back toward Noah, who had opened the front door and allowed me to step inside the quiet house. 

“Where is everyone?” I wondered. 

Noah hung up his keys on the hook next to the front door. “Movies. The local theater is playing the old Japanese version of Godzilla.” 

“You turned that down?” I asked with wide eyes. “You love old Japanese movies.” 

“No place I’d rather be than right here, with you,” he mused while wrapping his arms around me to place a chaste kiss on my lips. 

“How sweet,” I cooed while patting his chest. 

Noah let Salem off the harness so he could explore the house, he immediately found the cat tree and curled up in the top bed part. 

Something was bothering Noah, however, no matter how bright he smiled. I could sense it in the way he kept fidgeting with his hands during dinner to how often he drummed his fingers against the steering wheel on the way back to his house. 

“What’s on your mind?” I questioned while palming his cheek. 

He left a kiss on the inside of my palm. “I want to show you something.” 

“You do?” My heart fluttered. 

Linking our fingers together, Noah led me down the hallway towards his room, but we veered left instead to stop in front of a closed door. With our hands on his chest, I felt the rapid beat of his heart and let out a low laugh. 

“Mochi, your heart is racing,” I said. 

He nodded. “I’ve been working on something the last few months since I’ve moved in trying to make it perfect. I think I’ve annoyed both my roommates and yours.” 

“Chase and Malcolm know about this?” I questioned. 

“Yeah. They sent me some of the products you use, your favorite brands; things like that. I wanted to make sure that you don’t have to worry about lugging things back and forth,” Noah shifted on his feet. 

“Okay, what is it?” I bounced on my heels with excitement. “You’ve already surprised me with the vanity. What do you have hiding behind that door? 

I gasped. “Is it a puppy?! No, wait. That wouldn’t make sense.” 

Noah chuckled while cupping my face to leave a kiss on my forehead. “No puppy. Maybe down the road.” 

“Well, will you show me already? I’m getting antsy!” I patted his chest before messing with his chain between my fingers. 

I still wore my matching set, never taking them off. 

“Close your eyes,” he ordered. 

With a pout, I tried to get out of doing it but instead, Noah covered my vision with his large hand. Feeling his presence behind me, I heard the door click open and he led me inside the room. The hand over my eyes shook so I grazed my fingers over the back of it, letting him know that he didn’t have to be nervous. 

“I want to make sure you love it, angel,” Noah pressed a kiss behind my ear. “OK. Are you ready?” 

“Yes!” I exclaimed. 

Blinking a few times to adjust to the light, a hand went to my mouth as a gasp fell from my lips. It was overwhelming and almost too many different things to take in, I didn’t know where to look first. 

There were four different-sized easels in each corner of the room. 

An angled desk in front of the large window, one that people would use to draw on. 

Three shelves above that desk held various paints, brushes, and charcoals. 

Plants littered almost every inch of space that wasn't overtaken with painting supplies. 

The closet in the room was wide open, showcasing even more stock of supplies and different size canvases. 

The best part? Hardwood floors. 

With tears in my eyes, I slowly turned back to Noah, standing in the doorway with his hands behind his back. 

“So?” 

“I-,” I cleared my throat when the words came out jumbled. “You did this?” 

“Yeah. I wanted to give you your own space here. To come too whenever you wanted, even if I wasn’t home,” he wrung his hands together. 

“Really?” I choked out. “Don’t you think you should maybe check with the guys about having me come over here all the time unannounced?” 

“Angel,” he took a step towards me and grabbed my hands, his thumb brushing mine. “Jesse was the one that suggested I give you a key.” 

My eyes doubled. “A key?” 

Noah now dug into his pocket to pull out a black key, gently setting it in my open palm. “I want you to have a place to come and stay. I’m not asking you to move completely in, but if it's getting a little stuffy in that small apartment with Chase and Malcolm, you and Salem can come to spend the night here.” 

I let out a small chuckle, a few tears falling from my eyes, and then held the key close to my chest. “You gave me all of this but I have nothing in return, Noah.” 

He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and mused. “Your love is enough, Y/N.” 

“I love you. Thank you for all of this.” I pressed my head against his chest while wrapping my arms around him. 

“I love you too.” He kissed the top of my head. “Now, welcome to the other part of our first date.” 

I gazed up at him through lashes. “We’re going to paint?” 

“Now, I’m not a professional like you,” he snorted before pulling me over to two easels that were next to each other. “But I thought it would be a cute idea.” 

“I would not call myself a professional.” 

“Still better than me,” Noah said. 

I raised a playful brow while crossing my arms over my chest. “Want to make this interesting?” 

He smirked while resting his hands on my hips. “I’m all ears, angel.” 

“Whoever has the worst painting has to get the winner's birthday tattooed on them.” 

“Oh, it’s a bet,” he sealed it with a kiss. 

Noah pulled out the little stool for me to which I sat with a smile, pulling up the ends of my yellow maxi skirt to sit comfortably. While Noah busied himself with setting up music to play from the Bluetooth speaker, I removed my jacket to set it neatly on the ground at my feet. 

“Do you want an old shirt of mine to change into?” He asked while pointing to my white top. 

I noticed that Noah had shed his gray button-up and was wearing a blank tank top. I licked my lips at the site of his muscles, the tattoos suddenly seeming more fitting now that he had been working out a lot more. 

Remind me to thank Ash. 

Snapping my eyes away from the broadness of his chest, I shook my head. “I’ll be fine, mochi. Thank you though. I don't typically make a mess.” 

“Hm, the paint stains on the dining room carpet say otherwise,” he teased. 

Playfully smacking Noah’s arm, we both got settled as the music filtered into the air and I got lost in my mind, painting whatever my soul called for. We found ourselves in a peaceful quiet, simply enjoying each other's presence. Every so often I would glance over to Noah, making sure that he was enjoying himself only because I knew painting wasn't for everyone. 

He had narrowed eyes of precision as he stroked the brush wave after wave against the canvas. From this angle, I couldn’t see what he was painting. Instead, I leaned over to rummage in my purse, pulled out my Polaroid camera, and snapped a few shots of Noah before one of me, with him in the background. I set the pictures on the desk next to me before getting back to my painting. 

“How’s it going over there?” 

Noah’s soothing voice brought me out of my trance and I glanced over at him with a smile. “Good, I’m almost finished. What about you?” 

“Promise you won't laugh?” 

“Of course, mochi.” 

I made a show of crossing my heart but let out a squeal of laughter when Noah hooked his foot around the foot of the stool and dragged me over towards him. He gave me a quick kiss but still wouldn’t let me see what he painted. 

“I’ve been told I’m a great artist, granted that was in the second grade,” Noah chuckled before finally showing me his canvas and what he spent the last thirty minutes painting. 

I covered my mouth with a hand not to stifle a gasp but instead a laugh. He painted stick figure versions of him, me, and Salem in front of a house; even with the bright yellow sun in the corner of the canvas. 

“Wow,” I nodded. “All I’ll have to say is don’t quit your day job, mochi.” 

Noah scoffed. “Fuck, that was cold. But it's true. There’s a reason why I’m a musician, not a painter. I’ll leave that to you, angel.” 

“I love it!” I beamed while ruffling his hair and laying a gentle kiss on his cheek. “I’ll hang it up above my bed.” 

“What did you paint?” He wondered. 

“Oh nothing too important, just some abstract colors. I didn’t really have an actual vision. I kind of let the paint speak to me as I go,” I said. 

When I showed him my painting, Noah’s eyes glinted and he smiled. “I like it. I’ll have to hang this above my bed.” 

“So I think it’s safe to say that I won the bet? And now you have to get my birthday tattooed on you,” I grinned while going about to clean up the paint and brushes. 

When Noah didn’t respond, I glanced over my shoulder to see that he had a very sly smirk playing on his lips and I popped my hip out, resting a hand on it. 

“Noah Sebastian. Did you purposely lose this bet so you could get my birthday tattooed?” 

He hummed along to the song playing on the speaker, still not answering my question but never getting rid of that smirk on his face. His silence, however, was exactly the answer I needed. 

What a cheeky little...

With the dirty paintbrush in my hand, I flicked it over at Noah, the leftover paint spraying over his chest when he turned towards me. His eyes bounced down to the paint splatter over his black tank top to me, a shocked expression on his face. 

“Did you just throw paint on me?” 

I shrugged. “Oops?”

“Really? Oops?” Noah dipped a larger paintbrush into a handful of different colors before throwing it all over my face and neck. 

“NOAH!” I screeched with a boisterous laugh. 

Suddenly, he picked me up to twirl me in the air before tackling me onto the ground then started painting my arms and neck as I found underneath him. 

“I’m sorry!” I giggled while trying to reach for the paintbrush I dropped; fingertips grasping at it. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you. I’m busy painting a masterpiece,” Noah responded, painting shapes on my cheek now. 

With my fingers finally grasping the brush, I flicked some paint into his hair, covering it in bright pinks, blues, and yellows. Our peals of laughter overpowered the music still playing in the room and eventually, after we both were covered in pain, I threw up my hands in surrender. 

“OK!” I chuckled breathlessly. “You win. You win.” 

Noah kissed me, smearing the paint over my lips. “Damn straight I do.” 

Somehow in the shuffle of our paint fight, I managed to straddle Noah, who lost his tank top; it was destroyed due to all the paint. So he lay shirtless underneath me and I couldn’t help but bite my lip at the sight of him with his arm propping his head up and his tattoos on full display for only me to devour. 

Reaching up towards my easel, I grabbed a few different paints and clean brushes before settling back on Noah’s hips, getting to work on painting the flowers of his chest piece. 

He hummed at the feeling of the cool brush and let his eyes flutter shut for a long moment, reveling in the feeling of me on top of him. And not in a sexual way but in a way of knowing that I was here and not going anywhere. 

“Am I an adult coloring book for you?” Noah questioned after he took a few Polaroid pictures of me painting him.

“Maybe,” I teased with a glance down at his face. 

His chest was a vibrant picture of greens, reds, and oranges. I was working on painting the headband in the girl's hair when he spoke again. 

“Well don’t stop, I like this form of meditation.”

Once the round frame was painted gold, I adjusted my position so I could sign my name just above the words across his sternum. 

Noah opened one eye and smiled. “I see you signed your work.”

“I did because you’re not it anymore.” I pressed a soft kiss along each letter. 

“I’m not what?” He breathed in pleasure, slightly arching off the ground. 

“You’re no longer desolate,” I promised into his skin then took a couple of Polaroid pictures of my masterpiece. 

Noah let out a soft noise from the back of his throat when his strong hand wrapped around the back of my neck to pull me down to his lips, we met in a fiery, air-bending kiss. Every single fiber of my soul blazed with such passion I melted into his embrace, folding into him as we became one. His tongue brushed along my bottom lip, lapping up the strawberry chapstick I applied in the car earlier, him humming in delight. 

I adjusted myself as I lay flat on Noah, his hands running up and down the skin of my back underneath my shirt. The heat radiated off of him making my insides flare with so much desire that I was practically burning up at his touch. 

“Noah,” I whined when his lips began attacking my neck. 

When he pulled away, his almond eyes gazed up at me with pupils blown wide with lust; pure black over taking his eyes. 

“How about I run you a bath?” His thumb brushed along my bottom lip, voice hoarse from our kiss. 

“I’d like that a lot,” I beamed. 

NOAH

I sat on the edge of the tub to check the temperature of the water making sure it was perfect before adding the bubbles and bath salts. As it began to fill up, I peered through the open bathroom door to gaze over at Y/N who was sitting at her vanity taking off her makeup. My heart swelled in my chest when I noticed how relaxed she was, as if she was meant to be there; here with me. 

Sitting here in observation, it struck me like a bolt of lightning. I’d been so lost in constructing scenarios for tonight that I was surprised to see how far I’d come. Y/N’s movements were so fluid, so serene as she gently wiped everything off her face and neck. I’d never been so jealous of a makeup towelette before. 

Observing her using the vanity table I fussed over for weeks made my stomach flutter, the ongoing moment of quiet bliss was by far my favorite way to let time tick by.

Waiting here offers me time to let my mind escape the boundaries of the ordinary. From where I sat here in the bathroom, watching her carefully with the faintest of smiles, I knew I wanted this view for the rest of my life. After all the bullshit endured on and off over the years, for both of us, this was what I got to see. 

Watching Y/N was such a gift, a blessing of time. Something I vowed right now that I wouldn’t take for granted.

Shaking off the excess water after checking the temp, I turned off the tub and walked into the bedroom with a light spring in my step. I snuck up behind Y/N and rested my chin on top of her head, watching her smile in the reflection of the mirror. 

“Your bath is ready, angel,” I informed. 

She reached for my left hand to lay a gentle kiss on the floral design. “You mean, our bath is ready.” 

I raised a brow at her when she stood and led me into the bathroom with her. 

“Wait, what?” 

Y/N chuckled at the slight confusion in my voice. “You heard me. You’re covered in paint too, Noah. You need to clean up.” 

I rubbed the back of my neck as we stood together in the bathroom. “I was-uh- going to take a shower once you were finished. I don’t want to pressure you into-.” 

“Stop overthinking this,” she cupped both sides of my face and pressed a kiss to my nose. “I want you to join me if you’re comfortable with it.” 

I may have nodded a little too eagerly but it didn't bother her. 

“I’d love that, angel.” 

While she shed her clothes, I stepped out of my pants and briefs, both of us watching each other with such inferno in our eyes and when we were naked, Y/N reached for my hand. She stepped into the tub first then me, positioning myself behind her. Even though it was a larger tub, it was still a snug fit for the both of us so to make sure she had enough room, I kept my long legs bent; my knees breaking the surface of the water. 

“Oh this is perfect,” Y/N groaned while leaning herself into my chest. 

Reaching for her shampoo, I went to work scrubbing the paint out of her hair, my nails scraping along her scalp. Her fingers traced over the rose tattoo on my knee, delicately following the design. 

“What’s on your mind, angel?” I questioned after rinsing out her hair and then applying the conditioner. 

“You’ve really thought about everything, huh? You have all of my products here so I don’t ever have to bring a bag over?” 

The giggle that erupted from her throat made something twinge inside of me. 

I kissed her shoulder. “I’ve already told you. This is your home just as much as your apartment is. We can bounce back and forth as long as you want.” 

Once she was completely clean of the dried paint, Y/N turned to position herself on my lap to face me. The head of my cock brushed along her folds and I grasped at her hips, trying not to let my hormones push her too far. 

“What are you doing?” I asked. 

She smiled and reached for my shampoo. “You washed me. Let me wash you now.” 

Sighing in content, I sat back against the tub to let Y/N wash my hair. Her fingers worked meticulously in scrubbing out the paint. 

“You know,” she shifted herself on me and I choked on a groan. 

Surely she had to know what she was doing. 

“While I love how you look with this new haircut. I really do miss your long hair.” 

I gazed up at her, tracing the drop of water that trailed down her neck, over the silver chain, and between the valley of her breasts that were just peeking above the bubbles. 

I licked my lips, tongue begging to trace the water in its wake, but refrained. 

“Imagine if you gave yourself bangs. You’d be in your Shelby era,” Y/N chucked while moving my hair in a certain way so I could have bangs. 

I glanced over to the mirror above the sink and smirked at the sight of us in the tub, especially me with bangs. 

“You think so?” I asked. 

“You can pull off any look, mochi.” 

She gently went about washing the paint off my chest with the loofah while I continued to watch her. 

“You’re staring,” her eyes flicked up at me. 

“I love you,” I brushed away the wet strands of hair from her face. 

“I love you too,” Y/N kissed the freckles on my shoulder. 

Once again we found ourselves in our previous position, her back to my chest, and we sat there for some time as the water began to chill. Although neither of us was ready to get out yet. 

“Noah?” 

Snapping my eyes open, I wrapped my arms around her. “Yeah?” 

Y/N shifted a bit in my embrace and with how she was wading her fingers through the water, I knew something heavy was on her mind. 

“Do you think we could listen to Bad Decisions?” 

My body stilled behind her. I knew at some point we would have to talk about the songs I wrote when I was in the dark parts of my life but it still didn't prepare me for the moment it happened. 

“Are you sure?” I asked. 

She turned slightly in my arms to leave an array of kisses on my chest. 

“I know you were in a dark place when you wrote it. It holds bad memories so I’d like to create new memories for this song with you if you want to.” 

“I’d want nothing more, Y/N,” I whispered into her hairline. 

After asking the Alexa device on the bathroom counter to play the song, I let my voice echo in the confines of the room. Y/N eased into my embrace as I linked our fingers together while I sang along with the words in a hushed tone. She hummed along with me as our bodies swayed together in the water. 

“No God. No religion. Just you,” I vowed when the song faded out, cupping her cheek so I could kiss her lips. 

Without missing a beat, Y/N returned the kiss just as slowly as I, our tongues lazily fighting for dominance as her hand snaked behind my neck to play with the wet strands of hair. 

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled against my lips. 

Pulling away, I remained holding her face but furrowed my brows. “What are you apologizing for?”

Her gaze left mine. “I just hate that it took us so long to get here. I know we talked about everything at the party but I still feel the need to apologize for everything.” 

“It’s not all on you, angel. I did some things I wasn’t proud of during our time apart and I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself for it.” 

“Stop, Noah,” Y/N straddled me again to hold my chin with a stern grasp, the water sloshing around us. “You need to stop blaming yourself for what happened. I’ve already told you all is forgiven. Please stop letting that moment of weakness eat away at you.” 

I blinked away the burning tears in my eyes and cleared my throat. “I only want to make better memories with you. I know in the beginning I couldn’t communicate, even now it’s a bit hard for me, especially with everything that happened. It was a mess and I apologize too.” 

Y/N bent low to kiss me; it was slow at first but soon became heavy with passion when her tongue slipped between my lips. Her hips began grinding against my cock revving me up with such force, I wrapped my hand around her neck with my thumb against the pulse point in her neck. 

Breaking free from the kiss, I dragged my teeth along her jawline and then down her neck. 

“Noah,” Y/N breathed. “I love you.” 

Her pussy was now brushing over the head of my cock and every inhibition with me wanted to plunge myself deep inside of her, feel her grip me with that vice grip I’ve missed and longed for.

Something inside of my chest rumbled before I realized it was my voice. 

“How many have you loved before me?” I rasped as my tongue brushed over her nipple. 

Y/N arched herself back so she could fully expose herself to me. “None.” 

With one hand holding her throat, my other slipped between our bodies underneath the now-freezing water to glide over the slit between her legs. I attacked her lips again with a ravenous desire, nibbling on her bottom lip.

“And after me?” I demanded to know, slipping a finger inside of her finally. 

“None,” she moaned while digging her nails into the skin of my shoulders. 

Trembling fingers trace Y/N’s skin. To be in her company is a little slice of heaven as if her aura were an elixir. Emotions swam in our eyes, in our body language, and the inflections of her voice. 

She was the one who I thought of when I needed to restart my heart and rekindle my soul; for so long I kept that to myself. Feeling the intensity of her intelligence, Y/N’s words were my medicine.

Deep inside I couldn’t help but feel like I’ve over-explained my feelings to compensate for what hadn’t been said. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t shake the fear of losing her. She needed to know where I stood, where we belonged. 

Soulmates. 

To be a possessor? I don’t know if you’d call it that. I yearned to be her protector, the one who held her heart in my hands, just as she held mine. These large hands are secured. I would grant her any wish in my power, to be the one who will always love her.

My fingers worked in sync as I pumped them in and out of her. She squirmed in my grasp, and the head of my cock nearly slipped inside of her. Every single part of me was sensitive to her touch and it felt like any moment I would combust underneath her. 

Peering up at her face, I noticed that there was worry pulling tight in her forehead. 

“What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?” I asked briefly, stopping. 

“No, you’re fine,” Y/N reassured me with a kiss on my forehead. “It’s just-.” 

When her words trailed off, I lifted her chin with a knuckle. “Talk to me, angel.” 

Her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “The water is really cold and I was hoping we could move this to the bed.” 

A playful smirk pulled on my lips and just before agreeing, I was struck with a thought. 

“How far do we want to take this?” 

“Noah, I can’t wait anymore. I need this. I need to feel connected to you again,” she rubbed herself against me. 

Shit. 

Even though I was ready for this, something was keeping me from lifting her out of this tub and tossing her on the bed to feel all of her again. The last time we slept together, it ended in disaster and heartbreak. I was stronger than I was back then but I don’t know if I could recover if it were to happen again. 

It won’t. 

It was as if Y/N’s soul could feel the pain in mine because she cupped both sides of my face so I had no choice but to meet her gaze. 

“I’m not going anywhere, Noah. I’m right here. Always.” She reassured me with a firm nod, not an ounce of lies behind her bright eyes. 

I kissed her palm. “I know. Are you sure this is what you want? I don’t want you to feel like you have to rush.”

“You’re not, Noah. I want this. I need this. I need to be connected to you so deeply, that it feels like we’ll never be apart again.” 

Her hand wrapped around my cock, pumping it up and down under the chilled water. By now the bubbles have dissipated and I peered through the clear water to choke on my moan. 

“We won’t,” I promised. 

Y/N’s warm breath fanned over the shell of my ear. “Please, Noah. I need you to fuck me.” 

READER

I erupted with laughter as Noah dropped my wet body on top of the bed. Resting up on my elbows, I gazed over his naked form as he stood at the foot of the bed. Water traced every bend and groove of his muscles and the tattoos that littered his skin were something that seemed to surprise me each time. 

When my gaze lowered to his cock, a starved moan fell from my lips and I licked them hungrily. 

“Y/N?” 

I hummed while tearing my gaze away from him to look into his eyes. 

“If you feel any pain, please let me know,” he said. 

“I’m okay,” I nodded. “I promise.” 

Noah towered over me as he crawled up the bed, droplets of water falling from his hair onto my chest. His chain hung just above my lips as I looked up at him, spreading my legs when his fingers tickled the inside of my thigh. 

“I want to make love to you tonight, angel. Will you let me?” He asked into the crook of my neck. 

“Please,” I nodded vigorously. 

Once more, Noah’s fingers slipped between my folds to gently tease me, slowly dragging them up and down. I whined in protest and dug my nails into his back, feeling his muscles tense from my touch. When the pad of his calloused finger pressed against my clit, I arched my chest into his, the itch I felt from the moment we were in the tub together finally being scratched. 

My knees buckled when his finger twirled in fast circles and when Noah flicked his tongue over my nipple, before slowly trailing down my stomach. The warm wetness of his tongue flicked over my nub when he replaced his fingers. His lips wrapped around my clit to suck up my arousal. 

“Noah,” I hissed. “So good.” 

I ran my fingers through his hair to bring his mouth closer to me as the coil in my stomach pulled tight. I’d been on edge all night, I knew I wouldn’t last long. And it was like Noah knew or understood because his tongue speared inside of me, in and out, before rubbing against my clit again. 

Stars danced at the edge of my vision, nearly overtaking my gaze when I looked down at Noah between my legs. His face was buried there as if he was meant to be there. I brushed away the hair from his face just for his eyes to meet mine, his tongue darting in and out of me. There was pure darkness in his eyes when his hand ran up my stomach and torso to grasp at the silver chain around my neck. He wrapped it around his fingers, pulling taunt, and I felt the breath leave my lungs briefly. Before I could say anything, Noah loosened the grip but still held onto the chain. 

I raised my hips off the bed to try and get closer to his mouth when his tongue began to slow, fearing that maybe he was getting tired. But I was so close that my body ached with the release it so desperately needed. 

With a tight hold against the back of his head, I tensed my legs and core when he flattened his tongue. Now I rubbed myself against his tongue and my moans echoed throughout the room. I couldn’t even warn him that I was about to cum because my orgasm washed over me without warning. Noah hummed in delight when my arousal coated his lips and chin; it dripped from him and he gathered it up with a finger before sucking it clean himself.

“Fuck,” I panted while running a hand through my hair. “That was-fuck.”

“Watching you cum is addicting, angel,” Noah buzzed with a tender kiss inside of my thigh. 

As my heart rate slowed, I ran my tongue over my bottom lip and let out a deep breath in a way to center myself again. 

“Missionary hurts right?” Noah asked while leaning over me. 

“It depends,” I shrugged. “But if I’m being honest, it’s not my favorite.” 

The smirk that pulled on his lips made me tilt my head at him. However, before I could ask what he had in mind, he swiftly turned me to lay on my stomach and raised my ass in the air. 

“Noah,” I breathed while peering over my shoulder at him. 

Not saying anything, he leaned over towards the nightstand to rummage through it and retrieved a condom. Lust-filled eyes watched as he ripped it open with his teeth and swiftly rolled it over the length of his cock, which was thick and dripping with his arousal. 

“Stay on your knees but if you need to lay your lower half on the bed, do it. I want to make sure you're comfortable,” a gentle kiss in the middle of my back; against the snake tattooed there. 

I positioned a pillow underneath me to give myself some more leverage and comfort while Noah lined his cock up with my entrance. Slowly, much to my dismay, Noah sank himself inside of me inch by inch until he was fully seated inside of me. 

“Shit,” his forehead rested against my shoulder blade. “So tight. I’ve been dreaming of this feeling again, angel.” 

“Me too. Oh fuck.” 

I moaned when Noah pulled himself almost out, pumping just the head of his cock in between my folds. Then with a snap of his hips, his cock stretched me open again and the weight of his body pressed me farther into the pillow. His chest collided with my back every time he thrust into me and his nails dug into my hips to keep himself grounded. For extra measure, I managed to hook my feet around his ankles. 

“I love you,” Noah panted in my ear. 

My smile was buried in the pillow. “I love you too.” 

“Any pain?”

I did my best to shake my head. “Keep going. Please.” 

One hand caressed the grooves of my spine, up and down, while his other wandered around to thrum against my clit again. Noah’s pace was slow but steady, his words from earlier ringing true. 

I want to make love to you. 

I brushed away the hair from my face so I was able to see, noticing our reflection in the large mirror Noah had leaning against the wall next to the closet. A strangled moan crawled out of my throat when I saw the muscles in Noah’s ass clench with every drive into me. I could vividly see his cock every time he pulled out of me, my arousal glistening on the condom, before disappearing inside of me again. 

“I.” 

Thrust. 

“Love.” 

Thrust.

“You.” 

I mewled at Noah’s proclamation in between each of his thrusts. “I love you too, Noah.” 

The slow pace of his cock but the fast pace of his fingers worked in perfect harmony and I felt my second orgasm slowly creeping its way into my veins. The heat spread like wildfire inside of me with such intensity I began to shake underneath Noah. 

“I love you, angel,” he proclaimed again then bit down on the sensitive part of the skin at the back of my neck. 

I was gone, blissed out in sheer ecstasy that my words were muffled against the pillow. That wasn’t good enough for Noah so he turned my cheek so I could face him. 

“I love you too,” I huffed when my orgasm was seconds away from bursting. 

He linked our hands together as he continued to meld with me from behind and I noticed that the hands that were linked were the ones that both had our bracelets. It was almost a good omen, no pun intended, that our souls were always destined to be one. For added measure, I felt the coolness of his necklace brush along the heated skin of my back. 

Noah lightly laughed, almost as if he thought the same, and when his cock twitched inside of me, I realized he was close. I wanted to watch him when he fell apart because of me so I glanced back over to our reflection in the mirror. Then with two fingers pressed against my clit, Noah began rubbing up and down which was exactly what I needed for the coil to snap. To finally teeter over the edge where ecstasy was waiting for me. 

His name fell from my lips in prayer. 

“Fuck, Noah. Oh God, it’s so good,” I cried out through the rest of my orgasm. 

“No God. Just us,” he grunted. 

There was no God; only him and I. 

In the reflection, I watched as his movement stilled, cock throbbing between my walls, and his mouth fell open when he tilted his head back; groaning out his release. Then softly, Noah’s body fell onto mine and he buried his face in my neck. 

“Are you okay?” He wondered. 

“I’m good, mochi. So fucking good,” I lazily smiled but whimpered when he pulled out of me. 

“Let me get you a washcloth,” he left a kiss on my shoulder before slipping into the bathroom. 

I snuggled closer into the pillow on my chest to let my eyes rest for a moment. Exhaustion dug itself so deep within my bones that I didn’t even notice when Noah began cleaning me up with the damp but warm cloth then he draped the blanket over my naked form. 

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed or noticed he left until the bed dipped beside me and I opened one eye to stare up at him. Noah kissed me from between my shoulder blades down my back, his nails grazing beyond the wake of his lips as he traced over the large snake tattoo on my back. 

“This sight is familiar,” Noah spoke quietly. 

I propped my chin on my hand. “But I’m not going anywhere after. I’m not leaving you to deal with my inconsiderate decisions. I’m right here with you, Noah.” 

“I know,” he nodded. “We’re creating new memories now. Righting all of those wrongs. I’ve been excited for both of us to leave the past and move forward.” 

“Me too,” I left a chaste kiss on his chin, feeling the slight stubble tickle my lips. 

Noah tucked a piece of hair behind my ear then began tracing the line of my cheekbone, and jaw, then booped my nose, earning a giggle from me. 

“I brought you some clothes in case you want to get dressed,” he said while handing me a pair of black joggers and a matching shirt. 

I took them with a smile. “I think I should start keeping some clothes here.” 

“Plenty of space in the closet,” Noah threw a thumb over his shoulder. 

My heart fluttered at his words, realizing yet again that Noah was allowing me to occupy parts of his private sanctions. 

“I’ll clear out two of my dresser drawers for your stuff the next time you’re over,” I promised with a kiss on his lips. 

He hummed while grasping the back of my head to keep me there for a second longer. 

“It’s a deal, angel.” 

Slipping out of the bed, I trotted into the bathroom to get dressed while I heard Noah open his bedroom door and rummaging in the kitchen. When I hopped back into his bed, Salem came bounding into the room with the bell on his collar jingling. 

“Hi baby,” I cooed when he jumped up on the bed. “So, what do you think of the cat tree dad bought you? You like it?” 

His response? Curling up on Noah’s pillow with a chirp of approval.

“I’m gone not even five minutes and he steals my spot,” Noah chuckled entering the room again; dressed in nothing but a pair of black Bad Omens joggers and bright yellow socks. 

“Get used to it. You invited him over and now what’s yours is his,” I scratched between Salem’s ears. 

“I’ll gladly share with him,” he said while handing me a plate. 

My eyes lit up as a gasp fell from my lips. “Is that limoncello tiramisù?”

“Yeah, I picked some up from that Italian bakery you love. Carlos’.” 

“Yes!” I exclaimed while quickly digging into the treat. 

As I leaned against the headboard to eat, Noah sat cross-legged in front of me to eat his share, both of us basking in the silence; beside Salem’s purring. 

“Are we a family now?” Noah asked. 

With a bright smile, I leaned over to press a kiss on his cheek. “Yeah. We are.”

I set both of our empty plates on the end table next to Noah’s bed then pulled my knees to my chest. 

“You know what I’d love right now?” I asked. 

Noah winked which caused me to playfully smack his chest. “Not that.” 

“OK, sorry. What would you love?” He chuckled while rubbing his chest. 

“I’d love to listen to The Grey. I’ve been dying to know how you worked in my poem ever since you sent me that video.” 

“Alexa, play The Grey by Bad Omens,” Noah said with a smile. 

“Now playing The Grey by the band Bad Omens.” 

When Noah’s voice finally broke through the music, I let out a small gasp. It was different, new, hearing this voice come from the man in front of me. It made me proud to see how far he’d come from Finding God Before God Finds Me, knowing what his work ethic was like. He was always trying to break down the typical stereotype of what rock should sound like. He wanted to make changes and from this song alone, Noah was doing that. 

Gave you way too many chances, you ran through 'em all. Got everything I could want, but it wasn't enough. Nobody left for me to talk to, nobody to call. Got everything I could want, but I still wanted more.” 

My eyes lit up. “Oh, this was from the video!” 

Noah giggled. “Yep.” 

I continued to listen to the song when he linked our hands together, bringing them to his lips to leave a kiss on each of my fingers. 

“I did it to myself, tried to be someone else. I let it tear me down, and I'll never be the same. I did it to myself, tried to be someone else. And you didn't notice 'til I finally got, finally got away.” 

“Noah,” I beamed. “This is amazing. The lyrics, your voice, the beat. Everything about it.” 

A red hue crossed his cheeks as he sheepishly glanced down at his lap where our intertwined hands were. 

“Do you like it?” He gazed up at me through his long lashes. 

Rising to my knees, I now draped my arms around his neck and kissed his forehead, nose, both cheeks and then finally his lips. 

“I love it, Noah. And I love you.” 

He twirled my necklace between two of his fingers. “I love you too, Y/N.” 

For the first time since we rekindled our love, it was then that I noticed the tattoo on the side of his hand. 

K.E.A.T.O.N. 

When Noah realized I was reading the letters, he held up his other hand so I could read the letters on that hand. 

P.I.E.R.C.E. 

“Noah,” I breathed while putting his hands against my chest. 

“I needed to. He needs to know that he can sing his songs through me while he’s gone,” he explained with a lone tear slipping down his cheek. 

“I know.” I kissed his hands. “It’s okay.” 

Glancing over my shoulder, I took notice of the time and frowned. Earlier, Noah mentioned that tomorrow, well technically later today since it was already nearly two in the morning, Bad Omens were shooting the music video for The Death of Peace of Mind and he needed to be up early for it. 

In six hours. 

“I should probably get home,” I sighed. 

Noah’s hold against my hips tightened. “You can stay. I’ll sleep better if you’re next to me.” 

“You need your rest, mochi,” I patted his cheek. “I also have plans with Astrid to help her open up Fika then we’re going shopping right after.” 

Reluctantly with a sigh, Noah agreed and let me go, not before leaving a kiss on my forehead. 

“Salem is staying here tonight though,” he said. 

My jaw dropped as I stood from the bed and placed my hands on my hips. “Excuse me?” 

“Look at him,” Noah pointed to a sleeping Salem. “You can’t wake him.” 

“Fine,” I dragged out the word with narrowed eyes. “Tomorrow night. My place.” 

Noah towered over me when he stood to full length in front of me. “I’ll be there, angel.” 

NOAH

Stuffing my hands deep into the pocket of my yellow hoodie, I let my black slides drag my feet behind Y/N as we walked closer to her apartment door. The chill midnight air breezed through the loose strands of hair but I was too far gone in my mind to brush it away. Even though we promised to see each other tomorrow, making plans for me to spend the night here tomorrow night, part of me was worried. Afraid that once we parted ways, Y/N would second guess everything that happened and ignore me for months on end. 

Why was I so nervous?

I kept asking myself that as we came to a stop in front of her door. I shook at the thought that what I was doing in all aspects of my life mattered. I felt the need to get it right; especially with Y/N. 

Dr. Poulos once said “Nerves are a signal of truth, of what you value, of what you need and cherish. The constant needs of what I’ve wanted, the comfort and stability I desired. That the idea of not gaining happiness brings on those telltale tremors. Always ask yourself what the nerves are telling you. It’s an important way your body speaks.” 

She wasn’t wrong. I knew in the back of my mind that I was terrified Y/N would never come back. 

What if  I wasn’t good for her?

I desperately needed to fight these demons and not let them win. 

Y/N loves me. She loves me.

“Mochi, you’re shaking.” 

Snapping out of my thoughts, I noticed that Y/N had wrapped her arms around my midsection to pull me closer to her. 

“Oh, I am? Didn’t notice,” I mumbled under my breath. 

“What’s wrong?” She questioned.

“Angel, let it go. It’s nothing.” 

Part of me wanted to remove her grasp from me; the part that was used to shrinking away from my problems. But the other part of me that wanted to be a good man for her made me cup the back of her neck instead.  

“Talk to me,” she quietly begged. 

However, I remained silent; the words weighed heavy on my tongue. 

“Noah-.”

“I don't want you to leave,” I blurted out. 

Y/N’s eyes softened. “Noah, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“No. I-I don’t know. I’m-.” I ran a shaking hand through my hair. “I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow and change your mind. I’m not perfect-.” 

“Stop,” Y/N shook her head. “Don’t even say that, Noah. You know I love you. Just like I know you love me. Nothing will ever change my mind, alright? We’re both right here. We need to remain here, focus on that.” 

I let out a broken breath and brushed my lips over her forehead, my hands going back to grasp behind her neck. “Please don’t leave, don’t leave me in the shape you found me.” 

“Never. I will never leave you like that again,” she buried her face into my chest, breathing me in. 

I rested my chin on top of her head. “I love you and I want this so bad, angel. I want you.”

“I love you, Noah. I’ll reassure you as many times as I have to,” Y/N turned her head up at me now. “But you have to trust that I won’t let you fall. I’m here with you. It’s you and me, okay?” 

I blinked while letting out a calming breath. “I didn’t mean to ruin the night with my worries.” 

She kissed the tip of my nose. “You didn’t. And don’t apologize for your feelings. I know what we’ve gone through has done a lot. But we’re moving past that, Noah. I’m proud of that and I’d like for you to start trusting me.”

“I do,” I promised her with a kiss. “I do trust you.” 

“Good,” she rose to her tiptoes to lay another kiss on my lips, this one deeper than the last but she pulled away before I could slip my tongue in. “Take care of our baby. I’ll see you two tomorrow night.” 

With a heart doubled in size and adoration in my eyes, I watched Y/N as she slinked inside her apartment, throwing a peace sign over her shoulder at me.

We’ll be okay. 

NOAH

Grunting, I helped Nicholas, Folio, and Jolly maneuver the large board out of the truck and down the ramp to bring it inside the large warehouse where we had everything else almost set up. It was just before eleven a.m. and even with a second cup of coffee, the caffeine hadn’t seemed to take effect quite yet. After I dropped off Y/N at home last night, I returned to Salem, who was still curled up on my pillow when I left him, and as I lay next to him, my mind was plagued with negative thoughts I tried so hard to push away. It kept me up till almost four in the morning then four hours later, Jolly knocked on my bedroom door to wake me. 

As soon as we all arrived at the warehouse, I put on my best professional face and went to work going over the original plans with Orie, making sure we all were on the same page. This was our first music video in our new era so we wanted to make sure it was perfect. 

Now, as I stared up at the large board, pulling on the ends of my white shirt, I allowed my mind to wander to Y/N, wondering what she was up to right now. 

Did she like the paint idea? 

Was the sex good enough? It was great for me but I hoped there was no pain for her. She said there wasn’t. 

It sounded like she enjoyed it. 

Was I too vocal in my proclamations? 

No, I know I wasn’t. Y/N returned those proclamations every time. 

I ran an unsteady hand through my hair while letting out a long sigh, and staring down at my feet. 

My emotions were a part of me, and in this relationship, they blended with Y/N’s. Although, there are times I had these storms inside of me, never because of her, but from previous damage; the triggers from my past. I was certain things would be okay and this self-deprecation would pass. 

I desired Y/N’s presence like a madman gone awol. In those moments of a storm, I had to find my calm and center myself, typically by myself. But with Y/N, I didn’t have to do that. Like my music, she was my muse. 

“Noah?” 

Glancing over my shoulder, I gave a small smile to Nicholas. “Yea?” 

“Are you alright? You’ve been kind of quiet all morning,” he observed while stuffing his hands in the pockets of his black hoodie. 

I eventually knew someone would notice my quiet demeanor. I’d only been humoring when it was dire to do so. 

Fuck, I missed Y/N. The negative thoughts monster has bitten his way through the bars.

I hated that this had come out of nowhere, sinking its teeth inside of me with no abandon. Our date last night was amazing but these fucking nerves kept trying to sabotage things once again. I did my best to not allow them to. 

I needed to stop worrying about last night, knowing I could change anything about what happened even though there was nothing that needed to change. Just like today, I needed to stop worrying about everything that could go wrong and focus on everything that would go right. 

“You know you can talk to me,” Nicholas’ voice snapped me from my thoughts. 

“I know,” I nodded curtly. “I’m fine. I just want things to go perfect today.” 

He reassured me with a squeeze to my shoulder. “It will. We’ve been planning the details for months.” 

I shifted all of my weight from one foot to the other, casting my gaze away from him and towards everyone who continued to work tirelessly. 

“You miss Y/N?” 

My eyes darted back over to Nicholas. “She texted me earlier after she helped Astrid open Fika. They’re going shopping before grabbing some late lunch. I was going to meet Y/N at her place with Salem once we were done here.” 

“So let that be the light to help you through today.” 

I scratched my chin and nodded. “Yeah, I know.” 

“Noah! Nicholas! The red lights on the masks aren't working!” Orie’s voice boomed in the vast space of the warehouse. 

Motioning Nicholas along, we spent the next handful of hours directing, watching, and redoing some scenes of the music video a few times over to make sure everything went off without a hitch; the perfectionist in me. We even stopped for a few-minute break so Orie could try and throw candy into Folio’s mouth while I peeked at the few unread messages from Y/N. 

Angel 🪽: I may have bought a few things I’d like to model for you later. If you’re up for it. 😉

A sudden burst of warmth spread to my cheeks, something that didn't go unnoticed by Orie, who snickered. 

“Oh, there’s only one person who can get you to smile like that.” 

My eyes pinned into him, a sharp look that said mind your own business. Stepping away from the group of them, I responded to Y/N’s message. 

Me: I’d never turn down a show from you, angel. Can I get a hint?

Angel 🪽: It’s red. And I’m very excited for you to take it off. 

Fuck. 

I adjusted myself with a cough and spent the next couple of minutes texting her with a bright smile. It was nearing nightfall which meant we were close to recording the next scene of the music video. 

Angel 🪽: Astrid has not stopped gushing about Jolly. It’s kind of cute though when she calls him Joakim. Did you know that she’s thinking of naming a drink after him at Fika? 

I snorted while glancing up at Jolly, who was busy texting away on his phone; most likely to Astrid. 

Me: I’d love to know the name of this drink. 

Angel 🪽: Älskling. It means honey. She’s thinking honey, Earl orange, and pomegranate tea. Because he’s “sweet like honey.” 

Angel 🪽: Noah Sebastian, don’t tell Jolly I told you because I know you can’t keep things like this to yourself. 

Feigning a hurt expression, I sent her a selfie and then typed out my response. 

Me: My lips are sealed. But I have to get back to work. Me and Salem should be at your place around ten. I’ll grab some food on the way. 

Angel 🪽: Burgers? 🥺

Angel 🪽: Also, you gave you the right to look so fucking good, huh? I can’t wait to kiss those lips. 

The way my heart jumped in my chest made it almost hard to breathe. 

Me: Whatever you want, angel. 

Angel 🪽: Just you. And burgers. I’ll always take a burger. 

Pocketing my phone, I rounded a finger towards everyone, my voice carrying throughout the space around me. 

“Alright! Let’s film this pool scene before it gets too cold for the girls.” 

Two hours later, it was nearing eight in the evening and all we had left to shoot was Bad Omens part of the video. We were in the home stretch and I was practically bouncing on the soles of my feet knowing that I’d be seeing Y/N in a few more hours. 

As the four of us were dressed in our outfits for the music video, I chatted quietly with Folio while fixing the collar of his jacket. He’d been busy on every break today either talking to his girlfriend or planning something. 

“How are things going with her?” I questioned. 

The smile that spread on his face made a faint one pull on mine, knowing that one of my best friends was happy. 

“Really good. I’d love to have you guys meet her soon.” 

I nodded. “Definitely.” 

Folio’s eyes peered over my shoulder, a smirk now pulling on his face and he wiggled his eyebrows. Before I could ask what he was staring at, that invisible string in my chest vibrated with such vigor, that it nearly knocked me off my feet. 

“Well, look at this group of handsome men!” 

Spinning on my heels, I saw Y/N and Astrid walk into the warehouse with bags of food from one of our favorite diners and both of them holding onto two trays of drinks. My heart ran amok in my chest as my stomach flipped three times over at seeing Y/N wearing the yellow hoodie I wore last night when I dropped her off. 

“I swung by your place to grab Salem and pack you an overnight bag so once you’re finished here, we can head straight to my place. And yes, I did steal your sweater,” she answered my thoughts. 

“Yellow is your color, angel,” I mused while slowly closing the distance to her. “You didn’t have to do all of this.” 

Astrid walked up to Jolly, who grabbed the things from her and laid a kiss on her lips; her laughter echoing around us. 

Y/N shrugged while I mimicked Jolly’s actions of taking the things from her hands. 

“We know how hard all of you are working today, it’s the least we could do.” 

Orie came up to grab the food and drinks from me before dispersing it to everyone. 

“Thank god you’re here, Y/N. Noah’s been really bossy today.” 

She placed a hand on her hip, cocking it out while narrowing her eyes at me. “Bossy, huh?” 

“He’s a tyrant,” Orie chuckled before taking a bite of his burger. 

I wrapped my arms around Y/N, breathing her in when I brushed my nose along her hairline. “You’re not going to turn her on your side, Orie. You’re wasting your time.” 

She raised her lips to meet mine and I hummed in delight when I tasted the milkshake she must have had on the way over here. Even though Y/N was here in my arms, I still couldn’t quiet the negative frame of mind that plagued me throughout the day. 

“I like this new look,” Y/N straightened out my jacket. 

All I could do was nod in response and her brows creased in worry. “Are you alright?” 

Linking our hands together, I pulled her through the warehouse to slip outside where I knew no one would be. We finished the pool scene a while ago and the extras had left for the night. 

“Oh, a pool? Are we going skinny dipping?” Y/N teased with a wink. 

I ran a hand through my already-styled hair, still not saying anything. My mind was a jumbled mess and I was afraid if I tried to speak, my words wouldn’t make sense. 

“Noah, what is going on? You’re worrying me.” 

Her warm hands cupped my cheeks so I had to look at her, those bright eyes pleading with worry. 

“Talk to me,” Y/N breathed. 

“Did you enjoy our date? Was it to your standards? Did I do alright with everything?” 

The questions blurted out like word vomit. 

“Of course I did, Noah!” Those eyes darted back and forth between mine. “I had a wonderful time. Did I do something to make you think otherwise?” 

I clutched her sides. “No, you didn’t! I promise. I know we talked about things last night. I wanted to make sure last night was everything you wanted.” 

“It was,” she adjusted the collar of my turtle neck. “I promise.”  

“I felt even closer to you than I ever have before. Especially when we had sex and I just wanted reassurance,” I sighed. “That’s ridiculous, isn’t it?”

“Mochi, I loved every second with you. I loved everything about it. I felt closer and more connected with you too. Stop fussing if I had a great time. I’d sit and watch ants crawl out of the ground if it meant I could be with you.”

Something flashed in my mind that brought a genuine smile to my face and washed away all of those worries. 

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest. "You'd sit and get a tattoo with me?"

I brushed away a loose strand of hair that fell from her braid behind her ear, fingers trailing against the skin of her neck.

"I'd sit and watch ants crawl out of a hole for hours if that meant I'm sitting next to you," I vowed with hooded eyes as I stared down at her lips.

I pressed a kiss to her lips. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you. I take it we’re on for a second date then?” 

“I’m wide open,” Y/N winked with a kiss on my cheek. 

“Good,” I grinned. 

“Noah! We’re ready!” 

We both glanced over to the large opening of the warehouse to Nicholas who was waving us inside. 

“So, you’re staying the rest of the shoot?” I asked. 

Y/N beamed. “Nowhere else I’d rather be.” 

READER

As I moved about my bedroom, tossing things into the suitcases that laid out on my bed, there was a delicate knock on my open door and Chase gave me a warm smile. 

“Malcolm and Noah are at the store right now and wondering if there’s anything else you need for this weekend,” he sat down on the edge of my bed. 

“No, just the list I gave them,” I said while zipping up my suitcase. 

“Are you nervous?” Chase asked, playing with Salem. 

“A bit, yeah,” I sighed while plopping down onto the bed next to him. “This is our first album as a three-piece. It’s completely different from our other albums so I’m afraid people won’t vibe with it.” 

Chase squeezed my knee. “They will. The reviews from the singles we already released are positive.” 

“I know. I’ve just been in my head a lot.” 

There was a slight hesitation in Chase’s breath before he asked his next question. 

“Have you talked to your parents at all?” 

My heart sank with guilt and I began chipping away at my nail polish. “It’s been a few days since I talked with my dad. With everything from trying to plan the album release party and Noah, I guess I kind of forgot to call him.” 

Chase wrapped an arm around me to pull me into his chest. “Your dad understands how busy you are. He’d never hold it against you.” 

I snorted. “Unlike my mom. Part of me wants to call her and give her an update on my life. Because I do love her, regardless of all of her faults, but I’m just afraid that she’ll judge me; again.” 

“Do whatever your heart tells you, sweets. You never know, she might surprise you.” 

Both of us shared a knowing look before we burst out in a fit of laughter knowing the odds of that happening. 

“But stop worrying about the small stuff, Y/N. Ethan said the house is booked, the guest list was sent out, and the caterers are paid. Everything is set, all we have to do is show up and promote the album,” Chase said as Salem lay between us. 

When I nodded, he stood to his feet and placed a kiss on top of my head then slipped out of my room. Pausing packing for a moment, I reached for my phone that was charging on my nightstand and I let my finger hover over my mom's contact for a long moment, wondering if I really wanted to do this or if it was the guilt for not reaching out to her more. 

Pros: she could be happy for me and even want to show up at the party. 

Cons: she calls me a disappointment yet again and criticizes my choices. 

“Fuck it,” I groaned then clicked on her name. 

It rang twice before going straight to voicemail. I rolled my eyes, knowing that she ignored my call, but tried not to dwell on the way my stomach dropped. 

“Hey mom, it’s me. How have things been? I heard you went to Greece for a few weeks to visit family. I bet that was nice, I’d love to see some pictures. Maybe we could meet up for coffee to talk?” 

I ran my sweaty palms on my sweats before continuing. “I have some news. Hollow Souls new album releases this Saturday and we're throwing this party to celebrate it. I know you never were too keen on my career choice but it would mean a lot if you came. I’ll text you the details. S'agapó.” 

Ending the call by saying I loved her in Greek, I hit the red button with a disappointed sigh. I knew there was a higher chance she wouldn’t answer my call rather than actually answering it. Instead of dwelling on it, I texted my dad. 

Me: Can I call? 

His response came almost instantly. 

Dad: You never have to ask, sweetheart. 

With a smile, I decided to FaceTime him instead and broke out in a large smile when his face appeared on the screen. His hair had a bit more gray than the last time and a few more wrinkles in the corners of his eyes. The glasses were practically falling off his nose but when he saw me, he pushed them up. 

“There she is! Oh, I’m loving the new hair!” He beamed. 

“Thanks Dad. I’m sorry I haven’t called in a while, life’s been kind of crazy,” I explained while leaning against the headboard. 

My dad waved me off as he spun around in his office chair, the large and filled bookcases now his backdrop. “It’s alright, sweetheart. How have things been?” 

We spent the next few minutes catching up when Noah entered my room, both hands full of bags. When I went to help him, he held up the bags higher so I couldn’t. With a playful glare at him, I turned my attention back to my dad while Noah went about emptying the bags. 

“So your mom didn’t answer?” 

Briefly ignoring the questioning glance from Noah, I shook my head at my dad. 

“I don’t know why I’m surprised. It’s like she has this radar that goes off before I call to talk about my life. If it’s not about her, she doesn't care,” I pulled my knees up to my chest so Noah could sit down in front of me. 

My dad took off his glasses to rub his eyes before putting them back on his nose. “I’m sorry sweetheart. I wish she never took her own frustrations out on you. She’s unhappy with how things ended with the divorce and she can’t seem to heal from it.” 

Noah’s fingers grazed over the exposed skin of my ankle. 

“All these years later and I still try to make her proud of me,” I shrugged. 

“I know sweetheart. But sometimes, you have to think about yourself and make yourself proud before her. That’s what matters.” 

Noah’s hand brushed away the hair from my face and I smiled up at him. 

“Oh, whose hand is that?” My dad's questionable voice came from my phone. “Those are a lot of tattoos.” 

With a glance at Noah, he nodded so I shifted my position for my phone to not only show me but him as well.

“I wish I could introduce you two face to face but this will have to do. Dad, this is Noah.” 

Noah gave a small wave to the phone. “Hi, Mr. Y/L/N, it’s an honor to meet you.” 

“Shit, even your neck is covered! That had to hurt,” my dad chuckled while rubbing his own neck. “It’s an honor to meet you as well, Noah. My daughter has told me quite a lot about you. All good things, no need to worry.” 

My cheeks burned and Noah wrapped an arm around my side, pulling us closer. 

“You have a wonderful daughter. I want to assure you that I love her and will take great care of her,” he vowed. 

My father snorted while moving about his house now. “I knew it from the moment I saw that video of you two performing on stage together during your last tour that you loved Y/N. It was clear in the way you smiled at her.” 

“Dad,” I muttered under my breath. 

Noah, however, looked at me with deep affection in those almond eyes. “I think I knew it back then as well, it just took me longer to admit it.” 

“Call it father’s intuition,” my dad said. “But I have to go. I’m meeting some friends for ramen.” 

“Ugh,” I groaned. “I would kill for some Japanese ramen right now.” 

“Well,” my father started while slipping into his jacket one-handed. “Bring Noah the next time you visit and we can all go out for some. There’s this great place next to this shop that sells some kind of Manga drawings. I don’t understand it but the kids your age seem to love it.” 

“We’ll be there,” Noah promised with a kiss on the side of my head. 

“Have fun at the album release party, sweetheart. I can’t wait to hear the new songs!” 

We both waved at the screen before it went black, me hanging up the call. 

“Your dad seems like a great guy,” Noah noted while rolling off of my bed and trotting over to my dresser. 

He opened the top two drawers, rummaging around for some of his clothes. 

About two weeks ago, he slowly brought some of his things over here while I did the same at his place. We’d been bouncing back and forth between the two but with how busy I’d been planning the album release party and all the finishing touches for the album, it’d been a few days since Noah and I spent the night together. So now that we were leaving tomorrow for the weekend, he decided to spend the night at my place so we could ride up to Big Bear with Chase and Malcolm. 

“He is,” I rested my chin on my knees. “I really hope one day we can visit him together.” 

“We will.”

Noah promised with a kiss on my head before retreating out of my room so he could shower while I finished packing all of our things, the excitement of this weekend making me dance around my bedroom. 

READER

My heels clicked against the hardwood floor as I typed away on my phone, the hustle and bustle of everyone setting up for the party falling away from me. 

The Power Puff Girls group chat:

Me: You guys on your way back? 

Astrid: Had to stop at the store quickly! Matt texted Jolly to grab some Dr. Pepper.  We picked up Maxxine about thirty minutes ago but would have been back at the house by now if Jolly wasn’t taking FOREVER in the book section. He’s trying to find some kind of new fantasy book to read this weekend. 

Maxxine: It’s kind of cute watching the two of you giggle with your own inside jokes while I just stand here as a third wheel. 

I let out my own chuckle as I stopped in front of the large mirror in the rental house, brushing away any lint from my white dress. The sleeves were lace and stopped right at my elbows and the bottom of my dress rested mid-thigh. I was afraid that the front may have been too low cut but Noah reassured me it was fine. 

With an array of kisses between my breasts. 

My phone vibrated in my hand and I read the new message. 

Astrid: Oh hush you. 

Me: Well, we’re very excited for you to join us, Maxxine. Bring some more females into this group of male hormones. I’d been dying to introduce you to someone! 

Maxxine: No, Y/N. Please. My last date was so horrendous, I still haven’t recovered. 

“Angel?” 

Glancing away from my phone, I smiled at Noah as he came bounding down the stairs dressed in a black long-sleeve and almost eggshell white pants. I licked my lips at the sight of him dressed up. It wasn’t anything fancy but it still made my heart flutter. 

“Have you seen my shoes? The black-.” 

“The black lace-ups,” I nodded. “Yes, they’re in the closet in our room. Next to my house shoes.” 

He pressed a kiss to my lips. “Thank you.” 

As Noah retreated upstairs again, I turned back down to my phone. 

Astrid: We promise, this guy is different! 

Maxxine: I don’t know. I think I should just be single for a while. My luck with men hasn’t been the greatest. I always chose losers. 

Me: Please, you’ll be thanking us for setting you up with him. 

Setting my phone on the kitchen counter, I peered over to Jesse, who was setting up the drinks and snacks at the dining room table. Noah mentioned to me the other night how Jesse had been feeling quite down a lot lately due to his anxiety and had been falling into himself, closing himself off from everyone. While Jesse wouldn’t admit it, we all had an inkling feeling that seeing some of his best friends get into relationships, made him doubt himself in finding someone. We also knew how hard of a time he had in Pittsburg when Erra was there touring a few months ago, so Astrid and I decided to set him up with a mutual friend of ours and I invited her to the party tonight. 

“Hey,” I slinked up beside Jesse and bumped my shoulder with his. 

“Hi,” he smiled. “You look beautiful. Excited for tonight?” 

“Thank you! I am. But I just wanted to let you know that there’s someone I want you to meet tonight.” 

He set down the cups and raised a brow. “Why me?” 

“Oh, no reason,” I shrugged before patting his chest and walking away. 

“Y/N! What’s that supposed to mean!”

Giggling, I met up with Chase and Malcolm in the main living area of the house. Chase was brushing away Maclolm’s long auburn locks and I smiled at the two of them. I knew they were nervous about being open about their relationship in the beginning but now they were blossoming together and I couldn’t have been happier for them. 

“How are we feeling?” I asked them to check-in. 

Malcolm ran a hand down the front of his black dress shirt. “Nervous as hell.” 

Chase rubbed his shoulder. “It’ll be fine, love. The support already has been incredible. It’s only going to get better.” 

I wrapped my arms around both of them. “In case this album flops, I want you guys to know that I’m glad we took this chance. I love what we created.” 

“It’s not going to flop,” Chase rolled his bright blue eyes but returned the hug. “Love you two, idiots.” 

I pulled away from them and turned towards the front door when it opened, smiling at Astrid, Jolly, and Maxxine who walked inside. My eyes darted from Maxxine to Jesse, who froze in the middle of his tracks. He took in the sight of her; long legs, olive skin, long black hair, and bright hazel eyes. 

Maxxine, who had her arms full of bags, gave a slow once over of Jesse with a blush and faint smile. 

“Hi,” he cleared his throat. “Let me help you.” 

“Thank you,” she allowed Jesse to take a couple of bags from her. 

Astrid and I shared a proud smile. 

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” 

Noah’s deep voice sang in my ear as he wrapped his arms around me from behind, a kiss to the side of my neck. Turning in his embrace, I pecked his lips. 

“Hm, once or twice,” I wrapped my arms behind his neck. 

With the soft tune of music playing in the background, our bodies began to sway lightly. When his eyes fell behind me, his brows furrowed together. 

“Who’s the girl with Jesse?” 

I turned slightly in his embrace to see Jesse and Maxxine laughing about something with each other. She was lightly touching his arm and the smile on his face was one that you couldn’t scrub away no matter how hard you tried. 

“Oh, that’s a friend of mine and Astrid’s. Her name is Maxxine. I thought that maybe she and Jesse would hit it off,” I explained. 

Noah’s lips left feather-like kisses along my forehead. “I love you.” 

I grasped the front of his shirt, engulfing myself in his scent. 

“I love you too. But before the party starts, I want to show you something.” 

Linking our hands together, we slipped away from the group and down the hall of the rental home to the office where I already had things set up. I closed the door behind us and motioned for Noah to sit on the long sofa while I sat on the recliner chair diagonal from him. On the table was a pair of wireless headphones that were already hooked up to my phone. 

“What’s this?” Noah wondered after falling onto the couch. 

I handed him the headphones. “I know you’ll hear this song later but I wanted you to hear it for the first time with just the two of us. It’s an important song and it means a lot.” 

My heart was drumming inside of the confines of my chest making it hard to breathe. I finished recording this song months ago and besides me, Chase, and Malcolm no one else heard it. I wanted Noah to be the first. 

Once he placed the headphones over his ears, I loaded up the song on my phone and hit play. Even though I couldn’t hear the song physically, I could hear it in my mind. 

I know it's warmer where you are and it's safer by your side. But right now I can't be what you want. Just give it time.

Noah’s shoulders went stiff as he flicked his eyes up at me, steepling his fingers together in his lap. I gave him a reassuring nod, urging him to continue. 

And if you and I can make it through the night. And if you and I can keep our love alive, we'll fight. 

Now nothing gave way on his face as he stared down at his hands, the only movement was the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. 

We can meet in the middle. Bodies and souls collide. Dance in the moonlight where all the stars align. Oh you and I, oh you and I, oh. 

I couldn’t bear being so far from him while not knowing how he was feeling so I rose from my chair to sit on the other end of the couch next to him. 

Well, it's cold when we're apart and I hate to feel this die. But you can't give me what I want. Just give it time

Noah’s eyes fluttered shut and I swore I saw all the oxygen leave his lungs, telling me I knew what part of my lyrics he just heard. 

But for now we stay so far. 'Til our lonely limbs connect. I can't keep you in these arms. So I'll keep you in my mind.

My bottom lip caught between my teeth as my knee bounced with anticipation, wanting desperately to know what he thought about my song. But I didn’t want to disturb him yet. 

Can we meet in the middle? Bodies and souls collide. Dance in the moonlight. Where all the stars align. Oh you and I, oh you and I, oh.

Glancing at my phone, I realized the song ended, but Noah made no effort to take off the headphones. My lips parted to speak when I noticed a lone tear roll down his cheek. 

“Noah?” I tapped his arm. 

With the heat of my touch, it was as if he came alive again. Ripping off the headphones, Noah’s lips attacked mine with an inferno, making me fall back onto the couch with him on top of me. My fingers quickly found their usual place in his hair while he hooked my leg around his hips. 

“Angel,” he fanned in the crook of my neck. 

“Did-did you like it?” I asked. 

Noah’s tongue brushed along the pulsepoint of my neck and I shivered underneath him. 

“I loved it,” he breathed as his teeth scraped up along my jawline before slipping his tongue into my mouth. 

We had a short fight for dominance before reluctantly I let Noah win, his hands running up and down my bare thighs. When he pulled away, I was dizzy; kiss drunk. And his eyes burned as he looked down at me. 

“Are you sure?” I questioned, still filled with worry he didn’t like it. 

“Y/N,” he lifted my chin with the finger that had the small heart tattooed on it. “I wouldn’t lie to you about this. It was perfect.”

“Thank you,” I wrapped my legs around him to bring his body closer to mine, moaning when I felt the outline of his cock brush along my heated core. 

His forehead fell onto my chest and sighed. “Do we have to go out there? Can we stay here the two of us? In our bubble.” 

I lifted his head to kiss his nose. “Unfortunately, this party is partly for me so I have to show up.” 

Grudgingly, Noah untangled himself from me and then helped me to my feet, fixing my dress and hair for me. 

With our fingers linked together, he led me back into the main part of the house where the party was already well underway. 

THIRD PERSON POV

The crowd of people kept congratulating the members of Hollow Souls for an amazing album. Everyone loved the new songs and was excited about the new direction they were headed toward. Chase and Malcolm chatted with one of the reps from the record label while Y/N was talking with someone she didn’t expect to see there. 

“I can’t believe you flew all the way to Los Angeles from Vermont for this! You didn’t have to,” she smiled while wrapping her arms around the man in a hug. 

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world, Y/N,” Joe shrugged. “Where’s Noah?” 

“Um, last I saw he was talking with his friend Bryan.” 

She glanced around the room but broke out in a large smile when Noah slinked up beside her and left a kiss on her cheek. 

“There you are. I have someone I’d like you to meet. This is Joe,” Y/N pointed between the two men. 

Noah extended a hand. “Nice to officially meet you.” 

“Yeah you too,” Joe shook his hand with a smile. 

The three of them chatted for a long while after moving to one of the couches in the living room,  Y/N watching with fondness as her boyfriend and one of her good friends got along pretty well. She even stole a glance over towards Jesse and Maxxine who were seated on the couch across from them. His arm was thrown over the top of the couch, fingers grazing over the skin of Maxxine’s shoulder. Every so often she would slink in closer towards him. 

“Would you like a drink, angel?” Noah asked. 

Her eyes snapped back to him and she nodded. “Dr. Pepper, please.” 

Once Noah stood from the couch, Y/N opened her mouth to ask Joe how life was going when someone else sat down on the couch next to her, almost in Noah’s previous spot. 

Devon? Derrick? No, his name was Dennis; a mutual acquaintance of Ethan, their manager. 

“Hey, Y/N. I thought I’d sneak in to tell you how awesome the new album sounds,” he slicked back his overly gelled hair. 

She gave him a tight-lipped smile. “Thank you.” 

While she knew of him from things Ethan would say, Y/N never actually met him. 

“I love the new vibe you guys have going on. It’s very different from your old albums. Although, I must say that my favorite is still your self-entitled. Trey’s vocals kick ass on that.” 

Joe sat up straighter from his spot on the other side of Y/N while she narrowed her eyes at Dennis. 

“Everyone has their own opinions I suppose,” she said while trying to pull down the ends of her dress when she caught Dennis staring at her legs. 

“You know,” he licked his lips and moved closer to Y/N. “You’re doing really well without Trey. How about we go out for a drink?” 

“No thank you, I’m not interested.” 

Y/N slinked back closer to Joe, who gladly accepted it.

“One drink?” Dennis tried again with a sly smirk. 

“I don’t drink,” Y/N narrowed her eyes while crossing her arms over her chest, hoping to show the guy that she was finished with this conversation. 

Joe sent a look over to Malcolm, who was standing in the kitchen next to Noah, and with that shared expression, the redhead nodded. 

“Noah,” Malcolm motioned behind Noah. 

With a perplexed look, Noah turned around and nearly crushed the glass in his hand at what he saw. Y/N was almost in Joe’s lap, trying to get away from some douchebag who kept advancing towards her. 

“What the fuck,” he grumbled under his breath, nostrils flaring. 

Tonight was not the night to lose his cool but he could feel that ugly feeling burning low in his gut; the feeling he despised. He didn’t want to come off as jealous or that he couldn’t trust Y/N because he could. But Noah did not like the way this guy was almost undressing her with his eyes. 

Joe wanted to intervene but also knew that Y/N had it handled; something she’d proven before. 

She glanced around the room with panic in her eyes until they fell on Noah, utter relief filling them. The guy followed her gaze and scoffed when he realized what she Y/N was looking at. 

Noah’s blood ran cold as his heart was thumping loudly in his ears, everything becoming white noise to him. His fingers shook at his sides, doing his best to remain calm. 

“Who is that guy?” He asked Malcolm. 

“Dennis. Ethan’s assistant.”

Matt, who had snuck up beside Noah, urged him with a look. 

“This asshole just asked Y/N to go outside with him for more privacy.” 

Fire burned in Noah’s eyes as he snapped them back over to the couch, where he nearly choked at the sight in front of him. Dennis was dragging his fingers down Y/N’s neck with intimacy that was reserved for Noah only. That was his spot. Y/N was his, it was proven tonight when she played her song for him. 

His insides burned with rage that it nearly made him unable to see anything in front of him. 

The sound of Y/N’s hand smacking Dennis’ hand away broke through the haze in Noah’s vision. 

“Don’t fucking touch me,” she seethed. 

Joe quickly pulled Y/N up from the couch just as Noah pushed himself off the edge of the counter and made his way through the crowd over towards his girlfriend; hands shaking with more vigor now. It would be so easy to punch Dennis and show him who Y/N belongs to, however, Noah wouldn’t create a scene tonight; not when this night meant so much to Hollow Souls. 

With three deep breaths, Noah came to a halt in front of Y/N who quickly found solace underneath his arm.

“Everything alright?” He wondered. 

Y/N, albeit with the annoyed look in her usual bright eyes, wore a faux smile. “Yeah, now it is.” 

“I think you were just leaving, no?” Joe asked Dennis. 

The man shook his head while slowly rising to his feet. “No, actually I wasn’t. I heard that Y/N is single so I thought to shoot my shot.” 

Noah’s body vibrated with anger so Y/N rested a hand on his chest, her touch immediately calming him. 

“I’d like to know where you heard that,” Noah spoke slowly, even though he was on edge. 

“Does it matter?” Dennis harshly laughed. “All I’m saying is that she looks sexy as fuck tonight. I thought we could sneak away for a bit but it seems like she’s too far up your ass to even notice there are other guys here.” 

“I already said no,” Y/N’s voice was stern. 

Noah’s eyes sliced Dennis in half but remained calm; an eerie calm that seemed to have the gathering crowd of their friends on edge. His arm was still around her, claiming Y/N as his own but for added measure he left a kiss on the side of her head. 

Dennis raised his hands in defeat. “Alright, I get it. It’s fine, from what I hear from Trey, you can’t be satisfied anyway.” 

Chase appeared almost out of nowhere and grabbed him by the collar of his green polo. “Time for you to go. Now.” 

“Chase, please. No fighting,” Y/N begged still in Noah’s embrace. 

His usual bright blue eyes were dark, a deep hue of midnight, while he glared at Dennis. 

“I promise, no fighting,” Chase gritted out through clenched teeth. “I’m only going to show this asshole the way out.” 

Noah and Dennis shared one final glance, victory dancing on the former's lips before he whispered in Y/N’s ear. 

“Upstairs. Now.” 

Her eyes sparkled when she gazed up at him with a mischievous smirk. The both of them slipped away almost unnoticed by everyone, running up the stairs two at a time with Noah smacking her ass, her giggles echoing far behind them. 

READER

As soon as we were in the confines of our bedroom in the rental house, Noah lifted me in the air to press my back against the door. I wrapped my legs around his waist while his hands gripped my thighs. There was a dire need of want in his eyes as he crashed his lips to mine in such a frenzied, hungry kiss, that it made me see stars from the force of it. His teeth grazed over my tongue and then my lips, drawing the teeniest bit of blood. 

“Fuck, Noah!” I exclaimed while dotting a finger to my lip. 

Growling, he began biting my neck, licking away Dennis’ touch. “I don’t know who the fuck he thinks he is. No one will ever fucking talk to you like that or touch what’s mine.”

“Oh god, yes,” I hissed, running my hands through his hair when he sucked on my sweet spot.

Somehow Noah managed to yank off my panties in our position and stuffed them deep into his pocket. One lone finger slipped between us when he pinned me to the door again and started rubbing fast circles on my clit. 

“Shit. Fuck. So good,” I crowed while pulling on the ends of his hair. 

Once I was wet enough, Noah quickly pulled out his cock, rubbing a fist over it for a few pumps before slipping in between my folds with a hard snap of his hips that we rattled against the door. I felt so full, so stretched open, that I gasped; not realizing at first that Noah forgot to put on a condom. 

“I want that motherfucker to hear who you belong to, angel,” he grunted with each thrust, nails digging into the skin of my bare ass to keep me grounded against him. 

“Fuck, god. So good,” I panted while scratching at his shoulders. “Right there.” 

We both were grunting so loudly and with the banging of the door, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that everyone could hear us downstairs. But none of them mattered. 

Only Noah and I did. 

His lips attacked mine once again, teeth smacking and tongues exploring every inch of each other's mouths. 

“Say my name, I want him and any other man who thinks they have a shot, to hear who you belong to,” Noah bit down hard on my neck, his thrusts were fast and relentless. 

“NOAH!” I screamed when his finger pressed against my clit again, being exactly what I needed to come apart on his cock. 

My body writhed in his tight hold on me and with the force of his hands on my ass, I knew that I would have bruises in the morning but I didn’t fucking care. 

“You’re mine.” He grunted while craning my neck back by my hair. 

Noah went back to working on the raised red mark on my neck, right alongside the other bite marks he left before. 

“Yes, I am,” I rasped, gone in ecstasy. 

“Forever angel,” Noah’s hips stilled before pulling himself completely out of me. “Fucking say it.” 

“I’m yours forever, Noah!” I proclaimed with a feverish nod. 

“You’re mine, angel,” he gruffed while now wrapping his hand around his cock. 

It was thick and red, almost angry from being denied release. 

“It felt too good and I didn’t want to risk it,” he sighed while letting me fall to my feet. 

I kissed his lips, this time more gentle than our previous kisses. “Cum on my chest.” 

Noah’s movements around his cock faltered for a moment, pupils dilating to pure black. 

“What?” 

Dropping to my knees, I pulled down the front of my dress to expose my bare chest to him and peered up at him through my lashes. 

“I want you to mark me, Noah. Mark what’s yours,” I begged. 

“Shit, Y/N,” he mused while running one hand through my hair, dragging his fingers down my neck over my chest to pull and pinch my nipples. 

His grip around his cock was tight, knuckles turning white as he moved his hand up and down with such a velocious pace, it almost made it hard to focus on it. I licked my lips when I spotted the precum Noah used to spread over the head of his cock and I whined with the desire to taste him. 

The hand he had wrapped around the back of my neck to keep me in place tightened its grip as he bent over me, resting his forehead against the door. Noah was still dressed but I could only imagine that the muscles in his stomach were taut, his release so close. 

“Cum for me, Noah. Please,” I begged with a whiny breath. 

“Fucking hell,” he howled my name when his warm release shot all over my neck and down between my breasts. 

I hummed in pleasure, seeing the white stickiness run down my stomach, reveling in the feeling of his mark all over me. Noah stared down at me through hooded eyes, his chest heaving with each deep breath. 

“I didn’t think,” he took a deep breath while licking his lips. “I didn’t think that would be so hot.” 

Allow him to help me to my feet, I couldn’t wipe the smirk from my face. “I did, why do you think I asked for it?” 

Noah’s eyes flashed as he bent low to capture my lips in a kiss. “Am I going to keep finding out your secret kinks, angel?” 

“I think so since you discovered two of them already,” I dragged a finger down his cheek. 

“You like possessive sex? I feel terrible for throwing you against the door,” Noah rubbed the back of his neck. 

I shrugged. “It’s not so much the possessive side of it but more so the dominant side of you.” 

He lifted my hand to his lips, leaving a kiss on my palm. “Do you want to head back downstairs?” 

“No, I’m exhausted and need a shower,” I giggled while motioning to my chest. 

Even though his cheeks reddened, the look that crossed his face as he looked me over made my core clench. 

“Get cleaned up and I’ll sneak downstairs to grab us some snacks,” Noah patted my ass, dismissing me towards the bathroom connected to our bedroom. 

“Think Folio will share those chocolate-covered pretzels he brought?” I wondered. 

Noah chuckled while stuffing his cock back into his pants before zipping them. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” 

Right before he slipped through the door, I chastised him when I noticed the large red mark on my neck.

ASTRID

“Okay, I think they’re finally finished,” I chuckled while walking into the bedroom I was sharing with Jolly. “The door stopped rattling awhile ago and when I walked past their bedroom, I heard one of them snoring.” 

Jolly peered up from strumming a few notes on the guitar in his lap and smiled at me. 

“It’s most likely, Noah. Do you know he wears those nose strips?” 

“No way!” I gasped while pulling down the sleeves of his sweater I was wearing, moving about the room to finish getting ready for bed. 

It was his black Bad Omens hoodie, with the hand and gun on the front.

“Yeah, try sleeping in a moving sweatbox and hearing that. I sometimes worry he’ll inhale the bus curtains. That’s Y/N’s problem now,” he chuckled while reaching for me and pulling me to the bed with him. 

I broke out in a fit of giggles when he placed me in his lap and then rested the guitar in mine. He set my fingers in the position they needed to before helping me strum a few notes. 

He placed a kiss on my shoulder. “I’m glad you were able to leave Fika for the weekend to be here with me.” 

I turned my head towards him and kissed his lips. “Jessica can handle it. I need to start loosening the reins a bit and enjoy things more.” 

Jolly’s eyes glinted as he set the guitar down on the floor before lying me back down on the bed, lifting my end of the sweater to reveal all I was wearing underneath was a pair of black underwear. 

“You walked around like this?” His voice rumbled deep within his chest. 

I innocently shrugged. “I didn’t run into anyone. Besides, I’m practically swimming in your sweater. No one would have seen anything.” 

Hooking my underwear with his fingers, Jolly practically ripped them down my legs before flipping me onto my stomach. 

“Keep the sweater on, käraste,” he demanded while spreading my legs wide. 

“Fuck, yes,” I nodded while burying my face into the pillow, hearing Jolly’s belt buckle fall to the floor. 

NOAH

Jolly and I moved around the large kitchen, almost with ease like we’d done this countless times before as we made breakfast for everyone. It was our last day up in Big Bear and we had a full day of activities planned. 

Breakfast, a mountain hike, lunch at a diner in town, and Y/N wanted to steal me away for a few hours to go horseback riding. 

The large table was filled with everyone and I had to stop for a moment to appreciate everyone here who came out to support Hollow Souls. They didn’t need to but they did because Y/N, Chase, and Malcolm became part of our family with that tour that seemed so long ago now. 

“Noah, can you hand me the eggs?” 

Snapping my gaze away from everyone, I turned towards Jolly and handed him the carton of eggs. 

“So,” I smirked while pouring more pancake mix onto the sizzling griddle. “I heard you had a great night last night. I walked past your room to come down to the kitchen for a drink and heard you grunting something in Swedish. What was it?” 

He froze, mixing the eggs in the large bowl for a moment before scoffing. “Like you’re one to talk. We all heard you guys last night. The door wouldn’t stop rattling, shaking the walls.” 

My face was beet red and I adjusted the collar of my sweater to ease it away from my neck. “I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.” 

“I’m surprised you even heard anything over your snoring,” Jolly shrugged with a sly smirk. “I told Astrid you use nose strips.” 

I dropped the spatula, it clattering to the counter and gasped. “You did not!” 

A sudden movement from the stairs caught both of our attention, our heads snapping to the forms of Jesse and Maxxine walking down, her wearing one of his shirts. With a shared look, Jolly and I scurried over to our girlfriends, me pulling on Y/N’s shirt while she poured herself a cup of coffee. 

“Mochi,” she smacked my hand away. “Not now. I’m hungry and need caffeine. Sex in the shower took a lot out of me this morning.” 

“Angel,” I reached for her again. 

“I’m serious,” she held a stern gaze over the rim of her cup as she looked at me. “I need a break.” 

Rolling my eyes, I turned her around just in time for her to see Jesse hold out the chair for Maxxine, who blushed up at him in thanks. 

“No fucking way!” Y/N sputtered into her cup and then looked back at me. “She stayed the night with him?” 

I wrapped my arms around her, breathing in the peach scent of her body wash, and smiled. “Look at you, little matchmaker.” 

We shared a kiss before I motioned for her to sit down at the table so I could bring her a plate of food. 

Everyone went about the kitchen, filling up their own plates while I sat down next to Y/N, handing her the plate. Once everyone was seated, Malcolm took a long pull of his coffee before setting it down on the dark oak of the table. 

“So, who do you think was louder last night? Jolly or Noah?” 

The noise of my fork falling on my plate rang loudly in all of our ears while Jolly nearly choked on his scrambled eggs. Both of us slowly sank into our seats while Astrid and Y/N shared a look across the table, stifling a fit of giggles behind their hands. 

Noticing the way our faces reddened, Folio spoke up to change the subject. “Did anyone enjoy seeing the snow dogs? Michelle and I had a great time when we were here last time.”

“Oh that’s right,” Davis nodded. “You guys were here for Valentine's Day, right?” 

While their conversation fell on deaf ears, I felt my heart stutter in my chest and glanced over to Y/N, who was having her own conversation with Michael who sat next to her. The realization hit me with such force, that I had to lean farther back into my chair. 

Even though it was well into March, we never spent Valentine's Day together, and honestly, that wasn’t something that sat well with me. My heart yearned to make up for all the times we missed during our time apart and for the rest of breakfast, I made those plans in my mind. 

“Were we really that loud last night?” 

Y/N asked me at the same time Astrid asked Jolly and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into me with a chuckle, brushing my lips against her ear. 

“Want to see if we can get even louder before we leave?” I nibbled on her ear lobe. 

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You belong with me - Part II

Natasha ran from her home country when she was 18, and has since been working at a stripclub in NYC. One night she spots a woman who seems all too familiar and turns out to be her childhood lover. While getting to know each other all over again, they discover new truths and old lies.

-Natasha Romanoff x Katya Petrova -Wordcount: 5,33K -Warnings: mentions of violence -A/N: I know it took a while but it's finally here, enjoy. Once again borrowed @katyaromanoffpetrova her babies, please note that Katya is a character she created, you can find the story through her page. I might actually hate this, but I hope you guys don't :)

We shall ignore any spelling or grammar errors for the sake of my sanity.

Do not repost my work as your own or translate my work!!!

It took until Friday night, for Natasha to realise she had absolutely no clue where Katya was taking her. She spent the whole week thinking about seeing the brunette again, but she hadn’t thought much about the details of it all. Since she didn’t know where they were going, Natasha had no idea what to wear. Would it be cold or warm? Did it call for casual clothes or something fancy? Whatever she would wear, it had to impress Katya, but she couldn’t try too hard, obviously.

Natasha was going insane. She felt like a teenage girl all over again, worrying about impressing someone with her looks. Someone she hadn’t seen in years, no less. This whole situation took over far more thoughts than she would’ve liked, so she spent the rest of the night doing chores to distract herself, until she ended up falling asleep on the couch with Liho on her lap.

The next morning, she immediately regretted having ended up in that position. Her back was aching and her neck was stiff. She made her way to the kitchen and did some stretches while waiting on her coffee, when she noticed a box on the table. Packages were delivered downstairs, so Clint or Maria must have brought it here earlier in the morning. She went to take a closer look at it and spotted the label.

Natasha Romanoff

There was no address on the box, only her name, so someone had personally dropped it off here. Someone with very fancy handwriting, it seemed, and it got Natasha’s hopes up for the contents of the package. Before she could open it though, Maria walked through the kitchen door.

“You got a secret admirer, Romanoff?” The dark haired woman smiled at her teasingly.

Natasha decided it was best to ignore the comment for now, it was far too early in the morning to be explaining an entire story about her childhood lover. “Did you see who dropped it off?”

“Some odd guy, took himself much too serious. He was wearing a suit and everything.”

The Russian hated the disappointment she felt upon learning that it wasn’t Katya who had brought it. She suspected that whoever this mystery man was, had been there on behalf of the brunette. First, she tells her that she’s having a car pick the redhead up, now this. It seemed Katya was very well off these days, how she made a life for herself though, Natasha had no clue.

After talking to Maria some more, she made her way back to her own space and set the box down on her table. It seemed Natasha wasn’t the only one curious about the mysterious box, seeing as Liho hopped onto the table as soon as she had set it down. The cat inspected the package before sitting down next to it, as if to tell the redhead to hurry up and open it already.

“Okay fine, I’ll open it. Stop staring at me you little shit.”

Natasha could swear she saw the cat’s sharp claws make an appearance out of her soft paws, and decided it would be best to get on with opening the box. Not wanting to mess around with the cardboard for too long, she simply decided to stick a knife into top and drag it all the way to the bottom. In hindsight, that could have turned out quite badly, but lucky for her whatever was in the package was protected by another box. This second box was incredibly fancy, adorned with her name written in gold on the lid of it, and whatever was in there must be worth a sizeable amount of money.

She threw the cardboard to the side and opened up the package still on the table. Inside was a semi transparant kind of wrapping paper, with a note on top. As Natasha picked up the card, she saw yet another box on top of the paper. This one was small and flat, and the redhead had a hunch for what was inside. Before opening anything though, she flipped over the card to see what it said.

Dear Natalia,

I sincerely hope, that you look as good in this, as I pictured you would.

K.

The redhead wanted to be annoyed about Katya simply refusing to use her new name, she really did. But the idea that the brunette had been thinking about her, picturing what she looked like in whatever was hiding in that package, that idea drove her slightly insane.

She put the card aside and opened the small box, inside was some of the most gorgeous jewellery she’d ever seen. A delicate gold necklace, with an hourglass shape made out of rubies hanging off of it. The shape alone, was enough to have the gears in her head turning at a rapid pace. Memories of her teen years came back to her, when she’d received the news that she had to leave her foster family, and therefore the town she had met Katya in. The goodbye had been emotional, and the brunette had given her a ring to remember her by. A gold ring with a red hourglass symbol on it, one that Natasha couldn’t wear anymore because of its size.

Next to the necklace were several earrings and rings, all gold and some with red gemstones adorning them, and a bracelet with a charm connected to it. A small dagger, no doubt a hint to the nights they used to share, when Katya would teach her how to throw knives with unmatched precision, though she never got quite as good as the brunette. All of these reminders of their past made Natasha feel more than she had expected. Whereas she usually felt mainly sadness about that time of her life, she now felt an overwhelming sense of excitement. Hope overtook her at the thought of getting know Katya all over again.

She carefully put aside the box and removed the wrapping paper. What she found was a carefully folded garment. She picked it up and let it drop into its natural shape, and she couldn’t help but gasp. In her hands was the most beautiful slip dress she’d ever seen, smooth expensive fabric with a wonderful dark emerald green colour. There was a slit in the side of dress, one that looked to go up her leg quite high, and Natasha couldn’t be more excited to put it on.

Since it was only morning, Natasha had to use all her willpower to leave this on the table for now and go on with her day, until she had to go and get ready. With every task that she busied herself with, she glanced over at that deep green coloured dress, and she made it until seven that evening until she caved. Natasha felt utterly ridiculous, standing in front of her bed and looking at her laid out outfit. She didn’t do this. She didn’t get ready for things two hours in advance, and she sure as hell didn’t worry about needing to impress someone with her looks.

Yet here she stood, freshly showered, shaved and putting in extra effort to make her hair look soft and silky, and bring out her natural curl that she knew Katya loved. All throughout her hair routine she recalled memories from her teen years. She thought of how Katya used to play with her hair, how she would make tiny braids and how Natasha would let her do absolutely anything that she pleased. The redhead came to the realisation now that she would probably still let the other Russian do as she pleased to her, though maybe in more daring ways now, than back then.

To hint at their shared memories, Natasha made a few small braids in her hair. She knew that Katya would understand their meaning, and that made it all the more fun. The braids also helped keep the hair out of her face as she was putting on her makeup, which she wouldn’t dare to do with that expensive dress on already. She kept her look quite natural for the most part, just the way she liked it, and finished it off with a darker lip tint that she knew she could pull off in the best way. She could say that she made that decision purely because she thought the shade was pretty, but in reality she was hoping to have Katya pay extra attention to them, but she would never admit that, of course.

As she was putting on the dress and jewellery she was overly aware of how far ahead her thoughts were. Rationally thinking, she should hear the brunette out first, see why she’s here and why now. But her thoughts weren’t rational. As much as she loved Clint and Maria and everyone she had in her life, she never meant to end up here. She wanted out, out of this place, out of this job, out of her loneliness. Katya’s arrival had given her so much hope that she believed it may actually all happen. And so she found herself here, feeling like a teenager all over again, mind clouded with daydreams about what she and her childhood lover could potentially become in the future. 

….

After sitting and waiting, and feeling like a fool, for well over an hour, Natasha could finally go outside and meet whatever mystery person was picking her up. She hadn’t needed those two hours to get ready, usually she’s done well under one hour, or way less, she simply got too excited over the whole situation. She’d been right about her assumption that the slit on her right thigh went up quite high, and she was certain that Katya had chosen that on purpose. Natasha didn’t mind that at all, not because she was used to showing off her body, but because Katya was the one person who she’d gladly show all of her to. 

Right as she walked outside, a black SUV showed up at the curb, and before she was even close to the car, a man had stepped out. Dressed in a classic black suit, probably an expensive one, he walked to the other side of the car. As he turned to open the door for Natasha, she could see that he was wearing some sort of communications device in his ear, it made her wonder what kind of security measurements were present, and why they were needed.

The man hadn’t said a word, not when she got in the car, not during the drive, and he didn’t speak either when he opened the door for her to get out. As Natasha stepped out of the car she took in her surroundings, she caught a glimpse of the busy street in the city centre before she was ushered towards the building in front of her. She walked towards the entrance of the seemingly very classy restaurant, and the mystery man opened the door for her. He guided her inside, but as soon as the tables came into view she didn’t need his directions anymore. There, in the middle of an otherwise empty restaurant, sat the person who’d been keeping her up all week.

Natasha took notice of the guards standing in every corner, and she assumed there were more in the rest of the building. However wary she was of all this security, she walked towards the table with a smile. This time it wasn’t some man in a tailored suit showing manners, it was Katya who got up and pulled out the chair on the other side of the table for Natasha. Once she sat down, and the brunette had settled back in the chair opposite of her, she took a moment to observe the woman in front of her before speaking up.

“This is an awful lot of guards for a dinner date, don’t you think?” The redhead still wore that charming smile on her face. She wasn’t afraid, or hostile, and neither was Katya. She was genuinely curious about why all of this was needed, the guards, the empty restaurant, everything.

“Oh so this is a date now?” Katya’s face was adorned with that oh so captivating smirk that, if it had been on anyone else’s face, would’ve annoyed Natasha to no end. 

“Well I don’t usually dress up quite this fancy for any other occasion, do you?”

Katya took that as her cue to, unashamedly, check out the redhead opposing her. She let her eyes wander where she pleased, and she knew that Natasha didn’t mind. In fact, she was doing the exact same to the brunette. It seemed that suits were her thing these days, as she was wearing yet another, no doubt tailor made, dark suit that fit her exactly right. With all this staring back and forth, and tension growing in the air, Katya decided to tease Natasha just a bit more. She took off her blazer and put it over the back of her chair, and to finish it off she rolled up her sleeves to reveal her smooth, ink adorned skin.

“You look beyond gorgeous in that dress, Natalia. Just as I hoped you would.”

“So you’ve been thinking of me then? Picturing me all dressed up, just for you.”

The brunette didn’t admit anything, instead she just smiled at Natasha and handed her one of the menus that had been on the side of the table. 

“I suppose we should get drinks and appetizers first, before getting into the details of this whole situation.” They quietly went over their menus before a sharply dressed woman came up to them, asking for their orders. When all was said and done, and they’d put in their requests for the evening, they received their drinks and were left alone for the time being. 

“So are you going to explain all the security measures?” Natasha was getting impatient now. As fun as the banter was, she was here to get answers. Katya could sense the change in her attitude, and adjusted her own accordingly. 

“You’ll understand the details later on, for now let’s just say there’s plenty of people who’d love to get their hands on me. And not in a pleasant way.” The brunette just couldn’t help but joke around, and Natasha hated that she liked it. She had to fight the blush that tried to make an appearance on her cheeks, because she too, wanted to get her hands on Katya. Though not in a way that called for all these guards present. 

“So what have you done then? To piss off people that badly.”

At that question, Katya seemed to get slightly uncomfortable. “To get to that, we need to go back to the past first. Even before we met, hell even before I was born.”

Now this piqued the redhead’s interest. She hadn’t gone into this with any expectations, but she certainly didn’t think there would be this much history to the story. And the sorrow that seemed to take over Katya had not only made her curious, but already furious at whoever was responsible for whatever bad things had happened to her childhood lover. 

“So, as you already know, I used to live with my uncle.” She started her story. “And I’ve told you before that my mom passed shortly after my birth, and other than my uncle there wasn’t anyone to take care of me.”

So far, this was all information that Natasha knew already, but she understood that the other Russian had to make sure she was aware of the foundation for the story. She didn’t speak, and decided against interrupting Katya at any point. The look on her face made it clear that this was a serious conversation, so all banter was to be stopped for now.

“I obviously don’t know what things looked like from your side of the street, but I can say with absolute certainty that things at Dreykov’s place were worse than they seemed. I think everyone in the town was aware that he was involved in some shady stuff, many suspected some kind of mob activity going on. The truth is actually worse. You see, he didn’t deal drugs, or weapons or any of that stuff, he dealt people. Girls, to be specific.”

Natasha tried to keep her face blank, she didn’t want her expressions to affect the woman opposite of her. She had heard her fair share of theories about what went on in the building across the street, but she hadn’t known about this.

“Some girls, depending on age, were sold to disgusting creeps. However, kids like me, who didn’t have a clue about the world yet and had everything to learn, we were trained. I won’t go into details for now, but we were trained not only to fight, but to kill. We were taught about every single way you can end someone’s life, and if any of the girls failed a part of training, they became the target.”

Katya fell silent after that, and Natasha didn’t bother filling the silence either. This moment was utilised by the staff to bring over their drinks and first course. The redhead muttered a quick thank you, but didn’t take her eyes off of the somber looking brunette, who cleared her throat and pushed herself to keep going.

“You have to understand, that while I may have seemed kind and innocent to you at the time, I have seen and done things you never want to imagine. To many, I’m a monster, and I completely understand if that’s how you feel about me too.” As she said that, Katya seemed about ready to watch the other Russian leave and never come back.

“And I need you to understand something in return.” Natasha looked her in the eye to make sure that every word reached her. “You were forced to do all of that stuff, I don’t know exactly what went down but it sounds like a life or death situation. You did what you had to do to survive, Katya. You were the only person that showed me any kindness at all. I mean, I thought that my foster parents liked me, but they threw me out with the garbage. You were the only person to be honest to me, you said you loved me and you meant it. I will never think that you’re a monster.”

The brunette looked down at her still untouched food, like she was taking all of those words in, unsure of how to respond. Then, she looked up at Natasha with a sadness in her eyes that wasn’t there before.

“They liked you.”

Natasha looked up at her confused. “What?”

“Your foster parents, they liked you. They had every intention of keeping you around.”

“You’re lying, they made me pack my bags and leave without explanation.” 

This made the redhead upset, Katya was implying that she may have had a chance at the happy family she had always craved, and she didn’t take this lightly.

“Natalia, I’m deeply sorry for what I’m about to tell you, and I understand if you don’t want to talk to me anymore after this.” Katya took a deep breath before continuing.

“Besides the girls and teachers, there was a load of guards involved with the organisation. I guess someone had noticed me sneaking out at night and a guard followed me when I went to meet you. I don’t know exactly what they saw but it was enough for them to know that we were more than what we were supposed to be. They couldn’t get rid of me like the other girls, not only had I become an important asset, but I’m also related to Dreykov.”

The brunette fell silent for a moment to prepare for what she had to say next. She couldn’t bear to look Natasha in the eye, knowing that she was causing all the hurt that was visible on the redhead’s face. She was fully prepared at this point, to break Natasha’s heart and watch leave.

“With some very convincing threats, and a lot of money, Dreykov got rid of you instead. He made them kick you out, and punished me in ways that made me wish he’d killed me instead. I didn’t know any of this at the time, he actually made me believe that you had been killed for the longest time. I found out a few years ago, I’m so sorry Natalia.”

“Stop calling me that.” Up until now, the name had only slightly annoyed Natasha, but in this emotional state she couldn’t handle any of it. She had to fight the emotions that seemed to get stuck in her throat, and tried her best to keep the tears from escaping. That name was a far too prominent reminder of the past, and it was too much for her to handle right now.

“I don’t want to hate you.” She looked at woman opposite of her. “I loved you, Katya. Hell, I’m half convinced I could fall in love all over again right now, so I do not want to resent you even the slightest bit. I wouldn’t change anything we did back then, even if the outcome hurts me so deeply. Right now though, I need you to work with me here. I’ve changed since we were teenagers, I had to. I needed a fresh start and that came in the form of this new person, Natasha. I need you to respect that.”

“Yes, of course. I’m sorry, Natasha.” 

Katya dared to offer her a slight smile, in the hope of bringing some comfort to this situation. Natasha looked her in the eyes, like she was searching for something, anything that could help her navigate the turmoil of emotions she was experiencing. She saw a change behind Natasha’s eyes, one that indicated that she had put her emotions aside for now to keep herself together for the rest of the evening. There was no doubt though, that it would take time for her to let everything sink in, and learn to live with all that knowledge.

“I’m not saying we need to forget everything we used to know about each other, but we need to get to know each other all over again. That is, of course, if you intend on staying around to keep talking.”

Katya seemed almost surprised at how the redhead was dealing with all of this information. “Honestly, I didn’t think you’d want me around after this conversation.”

It made Natasha sad, how badly the other Russian seemed to think of herself. Katya’s self worth seemed to have been crushed, and at that moment the redhead decided that it would be her mission to restore it. She needed her to see that she wasn’t a monster, she was just a human who’s been put in the most inhumane situations and did what she had to in order to survive.

“Well, I could always change my mind after you tell me the rest of the story.” She put that signature smirk on her face in an attempt to lighten the mood a bit.

“I’m guessing that you mean how I ended up here?”

“Tell me everything, what happened after I left, how you ended up in this position. It seems that you’re quite well off, with all your security and fancy clothes and everything.”

Katya smiled at her, silently agreeing with her. Firstly though, they finally finished their food and received the main course for the evening. While enjoying their food Katya shared the rest of her story. She told Natasha about the bad, painful things she had to endure after they’d been found out. She told her about how from that moment on, she started truly hating Dreykov, and started plotting against him. 

Katya had thought that he had been responsible for killing her childhood lover, and it filled her with an incredible amount of rage. So as she got older, she started looking for ways to not only put an end to this organisation, but to burn everything associated with it to the ground. Soon after she turned eighteen she had gathered all that she needed, and after a lot of violence all guards had been taken care of and all the girls had sided with her.

She told Natasha about that final encounter with Dreykov, how he had realised that this would be the end for him no matter what. In a last attempt to maintain his power he had told Katya about what had really happened to her secret girlfriend. She had smiled at him as she put her knife in his chest, not only because he was finally gone, but because she now knew that Natasha was alive. 

And so she’d gone on to lead all those girls that she has trained with. She’d downloaded all data from her uncle’s organisation and they had set off on a mission. They had a list of every organisation, government, politician and business associate of Dreykov, and the task was to eliminate them, whatever it takes. Along the way, Katya had made a name for herself and built a network. Most of those targets didn’t want to be convinced to stop what they were doing, and therefore had to be eliminated in a rather permanent manner. Now, even people in high power positions feared her, and nobody dared to mess with her.

That more or less summed up how she got to where she is now. She took money and weapons from organisations that they’d taken down, and thanks to her network of powerful people there were plenty of people investing in her cause. She’s built an army over the years, an army of people who move in the shadows, who take down anyone that stands in their way. 

“So I guess that’s the rest of that story you wanted.” Katya finished off her explanation as dessert was delivered to their table. 

“Almost, you still have to tell me how you found me, and why you showed up just now.”

“Well, finding you was actually quite easy. Your boss, Fury as he likes to call himself.”

“You mean Nick”

“Yes, I mean Nick. I also refuse to call him that ridiculous name. Anyway he got in contact with some shady people about a year ago, they tried to involve him in trafficking business to get women for his club. He wanted nothing to do with it and wanted them gone, so people from my organisation sorted it out for him. Initially I had nothing to do with it, but we do background checks on everyone that gets involved with us.” 

Natasha listened intently, she had her suspicions about her boss getting involved with something, she just hasn’t known what, or who. She’d seen him on the phone and whatever kept him busy seemingly required loads of secrecy. 

“Now this is embarrassing to admit, but here we go. I had an order communicated to everyone involved with what we do. If your name ever came up anywhere, I am to be notified right away.”

She was interrupted by laughter coming from the other side of the table. Natasha thought it was funny, utterly adorable and also more attractive than she was willing to admit, that Katya had gone to such lengths. It warmed her heart that the brunette had never forgotten about finding her. 

“Okay if you’re done laughing, I’d like to continue.”

“Oh I don’t think you need to, it’s easy. You found my name, my new one, and found out that I work and live at the club, and that’s when you decided to start lurking in the shadows to watch me on stage. I hope you enjoyed the shows, by the way.”

Natasha felt more confident now, she felt like she finally knew who was really sitting across the table. It saddened her that Katya had not expected the conversation to get this far. The love she had for the other woman back when they were teens, was the truest love that she’s experienced to date. Even with all the heavy subjects that they touched on tonight, the transition to that light, playful dynamic they were so good at was easy.

“Oh I enjoyed the shows alright, nothing beats that look on your face when I said your name though.”

After dessert had finished, they sat and talked for a little while longer, while enjoying their drinks. Neither woman could deny how much they enjoyed each other’s company. Even with all these new truths, and old lies, coming to light, there was an undeniable familiarity between them. As the night came to an end, they found themselves looking for excuses to stay right where they are. So they found themselves lingering outside on the pavement, delaying the inevitable separation.

“So, will I get any more mysterious invites like this, or can you text me like a normal woman?” 

Natasha couldn’t help but put that signature smirk on her face, just in case Katya needed a little extra convincing. She offered up her phone, and the brunette took it right away to put in her contact information. She immediately called herself with the phone so she could save the redhead’s phone number to hers as well.

“You’ll be taken back to the club with the same car, to ensure you get home safely.”

“Don’t you worry, I know how to defend myself much better than you’d expect.”

“Do I ever get to hear that story?”

Natasha smiled at her. “Sure, on our second date, darling.”

With that, she took a step towards Katya. She leaned towards her and gave the brunette a kiss on the cheek and stepped backwards again, showing that charming smile one more time before turning around and walking towards the car. It took more effort than she was willing to admit, to not turn around and stay for a little while longer. Instead, she got in the car and it took off to bring her back safely, and she immediately missed the presence of her childhood lover.

Meanwhile, Katya was left standing there on the pavement, looking at the car as it took off. This strong, powerful woman who was feared by so many, had been rendered useless because of such a simple gesture. If she had lost all self control, she might have reached out to touch her cheek right where the redhead’s lips had been. However, she was still surrounded by security guards and while she knew they had a massive amount of respect for her, she did need to uphold her image and couldn’t look like a total fool.

That night, both women let their thoughts wander to the other. Natasha was eager to rekindle the flame that had once been ablaze between them, and she could swear the sparks of it were still there like they never left. She was eager for a potential new life, where she didn’t feel this miserable and lonely so often. A life where she had someone to talk to at the end of every day, someone to share her joy with, and her sadness. If she let her mind truly get ahead of her, the future looked awfully domestic and joyful, both things she hadn’t experienced in a long time.

Katya on the other hand only dared to let her thoughts go so far. Her upbringing had left her wary of people and filled with trust issues. As much as she’d love to be able to let Natasha right back in her life and go all in on exploring how good they can be together, she simply had to be sensible. But as her phone screen lit up with a goodnight and thank you text from the very person she was thinking of, she couldn’t stop a smile from appearing on her face.

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flowers and ink (part 3)

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Eddie makes up an excuse to get closer to Steve, and it works...eventually! Part one, part two

Word count: 2.5K

Warnings: Tattoo Artist!Eddie/Florist!Steve, platonic soulmates Robin and Steve, Eddie thinks they're dating, miscommunication trope but it's resolved by the end, THEY ARE IDIOTS YOUR HONOR, Steve is a sweetheart, the fluffiest of fluff

A/N: This was originally supposed to be the "ending," but I might end up continuing it if people are interested in seeing where it goes - either here or on Ao3! Otherwise, I do have more Steddie content coming soon no matter what. At this point I'm in too deep to quit. Thanks all!

Eddie scanned the room in search of any sort of inspiration. 

“Sure, what’s up?” Steve asked, nonchalant. 

Flowers. There were just flowers everywhere. That’s all Eddie had to go on. Okay, flowers it is.

“So, this woman came by the other day and she wants this whole sleeve of flowers, right? But, like, I don’t do flowers very often. So I’m gonna practice drawing flowers a lot these next few weeks while I’m nailing down the design, and I guess I, uhhhh, was thinking maybe I could look around here and take some notes or something?”

Lies. All of it. LIES. 

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Steve said. “You can hang around here as long as you want. Or, until we close, anyway.”

“Which is in fifteen minutes,” Robin reminded her coworker. 

“Oh. Shit, yeah,” Steve chuckled. “You can hang around for fifteen minutes, then.” Eddie smiled and nodded. 

“I’ll take it.”

Then, of course, Eddie had to walk around and examine the flowers as if he actually gave a shit about them, which he didn’t. He was far more interested in the man behind the counter, but whatever. This would do. 

He had fifteen minutes to figure out what he was going to do at closing time. Maybe, if he played his cards right, he could get an invite to hang out with them after. Although, did he really want to be a third wheel? Was all of this just pathetic?

Probably. 

“Hold on, your hair is still a little messed up,” Steve said to Robin. They both giggled softly, and Eddie rolled his eyes. 

Definitely pathetic. Eddie drifted farther into the back so he couldn’t hear them whispering to each other anymore. 

Flowers were nice. Eddie didn’t have anything against them, he just wasn’t drawn to them like a lot of people seemed to be. They were a bit too pretty for his taste. Too delicate. He took a couple pictures (to really sell his bullshit cover story), and before he knew it, it was closing time. 

Eddie walked back up to the front to join Steve and Robin, ready to say the line he’d been preparing the last fourteen and a half minutes. Is it cool if I drop by tomorrow to keep looking around?

Steve spoke before Eddie could ask his question, stunning him momentarily. 

“Hey, so I was thinking if any more questions come up, you could just text me. You know, if you want.”

-

“Hold on, your hair is still a little messed up.”

“Oh my god, fix it!”

“I’m trying! Stay still!” 

Steve brushed through Robin’s hair with his fingers, smoothing down the strands that were sticking out. He caught her looking at him, then glancing in Eddie’s direction, then back at him. 

“Whatever you’re about to say, don’t,” Steve warned. 

“He came here for you,” she whispered to Steve. “With lotion!”

“We were just talking about it at the shop earlier,” Steve dismissed. “He probably is just making fun of me for using the wrong kind.”

“Don’t be an idiot,” Robin muttered. “He likes you.”

“Shh!” Steve’s eyes went wide. Eddie wasn’t that far away, even though they were speaking quietly. Suddenly, Steve remembered what he’d learned about Eddie, and that he hadn’t told Robin yet. “Okay, look. Maybe you’re right.”

“I am,” she insisted.

“Fine,” Steve conceded. “So, he told me that -” Steve stopped himself and looked around the room to double check that Eddie was as far from them as possible. He went the charade route anyway. 

Steve looked at her intensely until she was completely focused. He pointed vaguely in the direction of where Eddie went, and then used the same hand to flip his wrist downwards with an emphatic nod. Robin’s eyes went wide. 

“Shut up,” she said. “Confirmed?”

“Out, proud, and mentoring the youth,” Steve replied. “Oh, and Will Byers was there.”

“What?!” 

“Shh!” 

Robin collected herself again so she could resume whispering. 

“You need to ask him out.” Her voice was barely audible now. 

“I don’t know how.”

“You’ve done it a bazillion times, Dingus,” she reminded him. “What makes this any different?”

“I don’t know!” Steve admitted with a shrug. “He’s so much cooler and smarter than me, and it’s, like, really intimidating.”

“Steve, we have to work on your self confidence,” Robin sighed. 

“You tease me all the goddamn time, Buckley.”

“I’m allowed,” she said. “You’re not.” Steve rolled his eyes but accepted the feedback. 

“I’ll do it, okay?”

He knew he needed to sound casual about it, in case he was reading it wrong. Just because Eddie was gay didn’t mean he was interested. But! If they talked more, Steve could flirt a little and then know for sure. 

So, when Eddie came back at 5pm, Steve took the leap. 

“Hey, so I was thinking if any more questions come up, you could just text me.” Steve watched Eddie freeze, and Steve had no idea what to do with that. He backtracked immediately. “You know, if you want.”

“Yeah, sure,” Eddie responded after a few moments. Steve wasn’t sure how to read Eddie’s hesitation.

“Cool,” Steve responded. He could practically feel Robin’s judgment from a few feet away, even without looking at her. He snapped himself out of his trance and grabbed a pen and one of the Flowers for All business cards, then flipped it over on the counter to the blank side. 

“You could just -” Eddie said, holding his phone up. “Use this, you know.”

“Oh, duh,” Steve said, mentally kicking himself. He took Eddie’s phone and put his number in, then handed it back. “There you go.”

“Thanks,” Eddie responded. Steve figured if Eddie wasn’t interested, he just wouldn’t reach out. No harm done. “Have a good rest of your night, guys.”

“We will,” Robin answered, knowing that Steve was obviously incapable of acting normal. “Stop by any time, okay?”

“Okay, thanks,” Eddie repeated. He did a small wave and then left the store with nothing but the residual jingle from the bell above the door. 

Steve immediately slunk to the floor and sat against the wall. 

“Not one word,” he said. 

“That was painful.”

“That was three words.”

“You didn’t ask him out!”

“Yeah, well I’m getting there! I got his number, didn’t I?”

“Barely!” she replied with a laugh. “But he’s totally into you. I can tell.”

“Oh yeah? How?”

“Because he came here with lotion and then stuck around to look at flowers when the internet exists,” Robin explained. 

Huh. She has a point.

“Fair enough,” Steve sighed. “I guess now we just wait and see if you’re right.”

-

Eddie was obviously going to text Steve, but he had no idea what to say. He really dug himself into a hole with the flower research thing. 

Also, what the fuck was that about? What flower-related questions could Eddie possibly have? Why would Eddie text Steve for flower advice when the internet exists? What does flower advice even mean? He typed out his first draft -

Hi, it’s Eddie. Thanks for helping me out :) 

Ok, boring. He tried again. 

Hi, it’s Eddie. Texting so you have my number too

Could be better. 

What’s your favorite flower?

Oh god! No! Delete! Delete!

This was hopeless.

-

“He hasn’t texted yet,” Steve whined.

“It’s only been three hours,” Robin replied. 

They were doing their post-shift hang out, like usual. They had some stupid reality TV show on in the background that both of them hated but for some reason loved watching together. 

“It’s felt like twelve,” Steve groaned, throwing his head back against the couch. 

“It’s felt like a hundred for me, with you constantly complaining about it,” Robin responded, shoving him lightly. 

“Hey, this was your doing, alright?” Steve shot back, smirking. “He’s not interested, and that’s okay.” He was trying to convince himself more than anything. 

“Patience, grasshopper,” Robin assured him. “Don’t lose hope yet.”

Steve’s phone buzzed on the table. They both lunged for it, desperately checking the notification. 

A text from an unknown number. 

Am I allowed to ask you questions that aren’t about flowers?

“Robin, I love you.”

-

Sure, what do you wanna know? 🙂

Okay, now we’re getting somewhere. Eddie sat down and pondered what question he should ask first. 

Why frog and toad?

Eddie was far more comfortable talking about tattoos. Steve responded -

Just seemed right, I guess.

Ugh, okay. Eddie forgot he sucked at texting. 

Do you regret it?

He waited a minute or two until his phone lit up again. 

No, not at all. We love it. 

Eddie sighed. He didn’t know what to say next. 

I’m not good at the text thing

Steve’s response showed up moments later. 

Guess you’ll have to come visit us again then ;) 

Okay, well that works.

-

Eddie showed up the next day on one of his breaks, pretended to look at some more flowers as if they’d changed from the day before, and then struck up a conversation with Steve about tattoos. Then, he dropped by on another break a few days later, skipping the flower part completely and jumping straight into talking about music. 

“So, how’s the flower design going?” Steve asked after their discussion died down. 

“It’s good,” Eddie said. “I’m just not really a flowers guy, is all.” Steve gasped and pretended to be shocked. 

“You? Not into flowers??” Eddie chuckled. “I didn’t think I was either, but I actually love it here. Maybe if you keep coming by you’ll change your tune.”

“Yeahhhh, I’m not so sure about that,” Eddie replied. 

“Oh, I am,” Steve challenged playfully. “There’s a flower for everyone - that’s literally why this place is called Flowers for All.”

“Oh god,” Eddie teased. “This isn’t gonna become a thing where you try to get me to like flowers, is it?” Steve smirked and bent down so his forearms rested on the counter. 

“Hey, man. You got me into tattoos, I’m just returning the favor.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. Yeah, it was cute, but he knew that it was a doomed mission. 

Steve tried anyway. Each day, when Eddie showed up for work, a new flower was left at the front door. 

First, it was a daisy. 

Steve: Well?

Eddie: It's pretty. I'm not a huge fan of yellow tho

Steve: Noted

On day two, a carnation.

Eddie: are you trying to take me to prom?

Steve: maybe (just kidding we missed it)

Eddie: lmao

Then, there was a succulent. 

Eddie: I actually really like this one

Steve: Success!

Eddie thought that would be the end of it. But then, on the fourth day, a gardenia was at the door. 

Eddie: more???

Steve: are you a flower guy yet?

Eddie: No, but I’m running out of room on my desk

Steve: Better get another desk then

At this point, Eddie thought for sure Steve was messing with him. Maybe that’s all this ever was. Robin kept saying over and over how bored they were at work, and Eddie was their current source of entertainment. 

He gave the flowers to Bob - except the succulent, for obvious reasons. Eddie named him Sonic.

On day 5, Eddie found a red rose dipped in black ink on his desk. Bob had apparently already let Steve in to set it up. Eddie would have groaned in frustration, except the stupid thing was actually extremely badass. Like, he thought it was so cool he was sad it was going to wilt eventually.

Fuck. This had to stop. 

Eddie marched into Flowers for All, rose in hand, ready to tell Steve that he didn’t just want to be some project for the happy couple. 

“Heyyy, look who’s here!” Steve greeted him as he walked in. Steve’s face fell when he noticed Eddie holding the rose. “Uh-oh, you hated this one so much you’re returning it? I really thought -”

“I didn’t hate it, I love it. It's - I mean, it's perfect.”

“Okay,” Steve said, hopping off the counter. “So, why do you look angry at me?”

“Are you guys making fun of me or something?” Eddie asked. No time for small talk. No beating around the bush. They’d been tip-toeing around this for over a week now. 

“What?” Steve asked, genuinely shocked. “Dude, no. I - shit, okay. No, I’m not making fun of you, I’m trying to flirt with you. Guess I’ve lost my touch.” Steve put a hand to the back of his neck and grimaced nervously. 

“Flirt with me?” Now Eddie was the shocked one. “So, you’re not dating Robin?”

Steve burst out laughing.

“Robin? My platonic lesbian best friend Robin?”

Eddie’s head was spinning. 

“Platonic?” he echoed. “After the way you two tumbled out of the back room all flustered and shit the first time I came in?”

“That’s absolutely not what you think it was,” Steve said. 

“Then what was it?”

“It was - okay, well first of all, I was flustered because you came in. And Robin and I were back there because her hair somehow got tangled in a watering can and she needed my help.”

It sounded like a lie, but it would have been the most random lie ever created.

“Jesus, how did that even happen?” Eddie wondered, amused.

“Robin has zero coordination,” Steve responded. “It’s part of her charm.” Eddie nodded, processing all of this.

“Okay, so you’re not dating Robin,” he said.

“No.”

“And you’ve been flirting with me.”

“Yes.”

“Completely genuinely, like not as a joke?” Steve chuckled.

“Eddie, I tipped you like a full day's worth of pay for our tattoo,” he reminded him. “If I was joking, I’d have to be stupidly committed to the bit.”

Okay, well that was…fair.

“Oh,” Eddie replied. Wow. I really am an idiot.

“Yeah,” Steve said. There was a moment where they both just kinda stared at each other, and then Eddie broke the silence.

“You do realize I’ve been flirting with you too, right?” he asked. Steve just stared at him blankly. “Okay, from the way you’re looking at me I’m gonna go with no on that one.”

“I mean, I was hoping you were-”

“I am.”

“Great.”

“Cool.”

“So, we should go out then.”

“Yeah, that seems like a logical next step.”

They smiled at each other, basking in the absurdity, and then suddenly a piercing voice came from Steve’s phone on the counter.

“FINALLY.”

“Wait, is that Robin?” Eddie asked, pointing at the phone.

“Oh, yeah,” Steve responded. “I was talking to her when you came in.”

Eddie shook his head and laughed.

Well, at least they were both idiots.

(part 4)

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Paris Broke My Heart (p.2) | Calum Hood

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (she/her)

Summary: A whole year apart. Is there even a chance for Calum and Y/N to be together?

Warning: angst (happy end), fluff, friends to lovers, a bit of cursing and mentioning of alcohol

Word Count: 1 868

Requested: yes and yes

Author’s Note: Read the 1st part here! Without it the story wouldn't really make any sense ♡ I liked the dramatic ending, but I think I like this one better. Hopefully you'll enjoy it, too ♡

Time was making a cruel joke of Calum and Y/N. It wasn’t flying fast like they hoped, on the contrary, it was going extremely slow, torturing day by day. The more weeks were passing by, the more painful it was to be so far from each other.

“How is your new apartment?” the girl called Cal right after landing in Paris and entering her new home. She looked around, having truly no idea how to answer his question. The flat was fine, light and rather spacious. Back to Los Angeles, she dreamed of a normal place to live in, not a small studio with crazy neighbours. However, having a good apartment in Paris did not make her happy. In fact, she didn’t feel anyhow better in another country. The heart was still aching. And Cal’s words “please, don’t go” were still bouncing in her head.

“It’s alright,” Y/N mumbled and bit her lips. “Don’t forget to take care of the plants I gave to you, alright? I worked really hard to keep them alive,” she smiled, but the joy sounded fake.

“Sure, don’t worry.”

He moved the plants to Ashton’s apartment. Cal knew it was pathetic and ridiculous, but even stupid flowers were hurting him, reminding about Y/N. He was angry with himself for letting her go. Other days, if he had too much of alcohol in his blood, he’d be mad at her for ruining everything they had. And that night at the club… She didn’t even talk about it. Did she regret that much?

The first two weeks Y/N was crying every single night, missing her friends, missing Calum. She didn’t regret what had happened between them, however, she hoped it’d have happened much earlier, not few days before her leaving.

Despite some awkwardness in their goodbyes, Calum and Y/N stayed in touch. Or better to say they tried to. The difference in time zones were killing them, it was so much worse comparing with the period when he was on tour. At first, they tried to keep up with their casual messages once a day – when it was morning for her and evening for him – but slowly the texts were shorter and rare. The phone calls became less pleasant and later disappeared at all. After some time, months being in Paris, Y/N got used to her life more or less. At some point she even let the friends know she met a nice guy, and more and more often Calum would see on social media her photos always next to that guy. Few times Cal was thinking to remove Y/N from his following list just to stop seeing her happy face, while he was so devastated. 

“Please, tell me it meant something for you.”

Y/N opened her eyes lazily, but closed them immediately, feeling extremely sleepy. However, recognising the voice on the phone, the girl jumped in bed and glanced at the French boyfriend, lying next to her. Thankfully the guy didn’t wake up from the call.

“Calum,” she whispered and, putting on a first shirt she found in her closet, hurried up to leave the bedroom. “Are you drunk?”

“Is that what matters to you, huh? Only this?”

“It’s night here, Cal, I can’t talk now,” she whispered.

“Sure, you can’t. Is he there? In your bed?”

Y/N clenched a hand into a fist, trying to hold back the tears.

“It’s not your business, Cal.”

“It is mine. It supposed to be mine,” he mumbled and sobbed, feeling like shit. He was drunk, it was a rather normal condition of his lately, on the days off. “You left me, as if I never meant anything to you. How could you? After all… after all we had together…”

“I left you?” Y/N outraged in a whisper, going to the kitchen. “Do you think I wanted to leave so much? But you didn’t say a thing. You didn’t tell if it was important to you that I stay.”

“You sent this application at first place!” he snapped.

“And you never asked why I did that, Calum! I couldn’t stay any longer, it was killing me! You were killing me!” she couldn’t hold back the pain any longer. “I chose this path, because it’s better this way. I’m moving on, and you should, too.”

“So, this is it? You saying you don’t give a damn about what happened in the club, Y/N?”

“It was everything to me,” she said and closed the eyes for a moment. “But it doesn’t matter anymore,” Y/N finished the call and came back to the bedroom, texting Luke on her way to look after Cal as, apparently, he couldn’t do that himself.

Surely Y/N did not stop having feelings for Calum, it’d be naïve to think so. But the life kept going, she knew she needed to halt looking back. They couldn’t be together; Cal didn’t even offer to visit her in Paris or invite to his place for the weekends. He was playing his part again, being all cold and detached from her, and that time the girl decided to let it be.

However, it was rather ignorant for Y/N to believe she could find her happiness with someone else. And even if she didn’t think so, she at least hoped she’d be able to hold on to her imaginary love for a little longer. Just few months passed before saying to the French boyfriend rather trivial “I’m sorry, but I’m in love with my best friend”.

Y/N did not come to LA on winter holidays, she thought it would be for the best. Otherwise, she’d start crying again, would experience the feelings towards Calum even stronger, and it’d broke her completely, irrevocably. She did not visit the city of angels during her days off or other vacations, and Cal did not fly to Paris to see her. Funny enough, both realised pretty soon that they were suffering not because of the distance between them, but simply because of the feelings towards each other.

And the whole year passed just like that, yet it felt like eternity. In spite of that, when Y/N sent Calum the only message about her flying to LA next morning because Paris was not her home, the musician felt like he was back to the past.

To the happy one, where Y/N was not leaving, and he felt like he had all time in the world to be with her. To the time, when they were hiding from rain in some old local store with a gumball machine.

“Look!” she wiped wet hands on soggy jeans and started to search coins in her pockets. Calum was quicker, though, so he put few in the machine, and the girl began filling her mouth with yellow, green and red gums that looked more like some plastic. No matter how passionate Cal could be about the taste of each – he claimed that the red one had a strawberry flavour, the green one was apple-flavoured and the yellow was a lemon – to Y/N they all tasted the same. The tongue was changing its colours like a chameleon, though. The girl gave a blue one to her friend, so he took it by his lips, and they switched places. It was Y/N’s turn to put the coins in the machine, while Calum would catch the gums for himself. 

“It makes my hungry,” he mumbled, trying to chew ten of them at once, while the girl was spending her last coins on few more gumballs.

“Let’s wait a bit longer, the sun is already peeking out of the clouds,” she noticed, and they both glances at the window, which possibly wasn’t washed since the opening of that store. Usually, a summer downpour wouldn’t last long, so they were sure they’d be able to leave the place quite soon.

“I’d die for a cup of tea and some soup now,” the musician giggled and shock his head actively, when Y/N tried to put the last gum in his mouth. “I don’t have a place in there anymore! Y/N!” he laughed and closed the mouth with a palm.

Just few hours after that he wasn’t smiling anymore, finding out the girl was going to Paris for the whole damn year.

Here he was, though, in the airport where he experienced maybe his very first real heartbreak. Calum saw the girl’s sleepy face and smile that would always light up his dark world. Approaching him, she touched a shirt collar first just to make sure Cal was real. They hugged each other tight, closing the eyes and trying to forget the whole year being apart. Y/N was hearing his rushed heartbeat and thinking how stupid she was believing she could stop feeling anything romantic towards her best friend.

“I love you,” she wanted to say, but only whispered. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” he said, but thought. “I wish I could just say how much I love you.”

An hour in taxi, and they were home. Her apartment did not really change much, even though it looked a bit alien after such a long absence. 

“Why didn’t you visit?” when superficial conversation was over, the girl could not help asking. She didn’t mean to start a fight, but that question was bothering her for the whole year, and she finally felt brave enough to ask that. 

“I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to come back to LA then,” Cal mumbled quietly, almost whispering.

“You do understand how stupid it sounds, don’t you?”

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” he smirked. “I just couldn’t come. Couldn’t. You left; you made your choice. I had to accept it.”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears. She sobbed and shook her head.

Cal swallowed and closed the eyes for a moment.

“I called my ex your name, Y/N.”

“When?...”

“When we were making love,” he chuckled sadly and turned the head towards the girl. “Every night… I was imagining you instead of her,” Calum’s cheeks flared up with a blush. The guy knew how wrong it was, of course, he knew.

“I guess she was very mad,” Y/N looked away, remembering the girl from his old posts. She didn’t buy it even for a slight second and was sure they were dating just for marketing reasons. Yet, she did notice Calum not liking Y/N’s photos where she was in an embrace of her ex. So stupid.

 “I said my ex that I’m in love with you, so he threw away the tickets to Milan. It wasn’t very romantic.”

“I guess I’m sorry.”

“I know you’re not.”

“Of course, I’m not,” he smiled a bit, feeling better for the first time after finding out she got a boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend. “I love you,” Cal said all of a sudden and took her palms in his. “I love you,” he repeated, simply bursting out the secret. The guy was ready to say it over and over again until she’d finally listen. 

 “I can’t believe you’re here. I won’t survive without you next time.”

“There won’t be the next time,” Calum warned and covered her silly lips with his after she replied,

“I love you, too, my best friend.”

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[cuddl3s4shur1]

Thought You Could Get Away

Yandere Shuri x Friend Black fem

Summary: As you try to get the Dora Miljae to understand you and what you saw . Yet they don’t listen to you at all.That leads you to take matters into your own hands. Which leads you in a facility. You are escaped from shuri but not for long before you where kidnapped.

Authors Note: Enjoy this story and yeah

Timeline:After Wakanda forever

One shot or series: Series

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Part 1 Part 2:Power Part 3

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Y/n’s Pov

“You have to believe I’m not fucking crazy it was queen shuri “ you yell at some random Dora Miljae. “People who’s crazy say there not crazy so ma,am be honest “I am being honest if you would stop having your head up your ass you would see that MY BEST FRIEND WAS KILLED BY QUEEN SHURI IM NOT MAKING SHIT UP” you tell at them. You can tell they didn't care at all they weren't going to believe you because being honest she's the queen. Why would they think she's a murderer? “Ma, am we are trying to help you-” you cut them not wanting to here them anymore. “If you were trying to help me you would try to look for clues so you're not helping me “ you say snapping at them. You weren't going to let this case be unsolved.”Ma, am we cant help you if your lying and yelling and or screaming” they say trying to calm you down. “Mhm ok whatever you say rolling your eyes at them. “I and my friend have bracelets so if she needs helps I will get an alert I got the alert and went to the location to see queen Shuri dragging my friend. “ you say as you have a tear down your face. “Lady we told you to stop lying this is the 15 time you have lied on if you lie again we will have to take you to a cell. “Fine I’ll just leave “

You left the Dora Miljae report center and took matters until your own hands . You where going to go to the palace they where having a meeting so this was them time to spread the word.

You wore a black suit it was like your power color. You needed the power color because you had to be in power about sharing this moment in your life. Thinking about how your friend ari almost became 6 feet deep hunts you.

(Outfit idea you can imagine whatever)

You knock on the door where the meeting was held . You hear someone makes the way to the door. “Are you supposed to be here “ a Dora Miljae questions you. “Yes I have a statement that is needed” you exclaim. “Come in” they say as they wait for you to walk in . You walk in and stop at the center instead of sitting down

“There is a murder in this room. You may know that recently a murder has been rooming the streets of wakanda. But did you know that a day ago that murder would tried to kill my best friend Ari Simmons. I’m going to tell the story from the beginning. I was on the phone with queen shuri and I told her something that happened at work . I ended the call and watched tv for a good 3 hours until I got a notification from my friend. She sent me her location. I went to the location to see the person in all black . They where about Shuri’S height and I asked a question “what are you doing with my friend “ and than SHURI responded with “I can explain” you fellow queen is a murder of more than my bestfriend but the other people who have went missing “ you say as you end your statement .

“Gaurds take her away” shuri yells . “You’re mad that I’m right “ . You make your final statement before the gaurds dragged you out of the palace.

The two Dora Miljae from earlier where your drivers to some place. “We told you if you did anymore radical statements we would take you cell but you crossed the line we’re taking you to a mental health facility “ they say yelling at you.

The Dora Miljae forces you to walk in the facility. You put up a 0 fight if you did it would make it worse . You walked into the entrance and see a young lady standing. Infront of you . You gesture the two lady’s to get off you. “You must be y/n” the lady says with a smile . “Oh yes that’s me “ you exclaim faking a smile. “Well looks like I have to give you a tour “

The young lady gives you tour and tells you your daily schedule . “This will be your roommate and your room” She says as she opens the room door. You see a guy laying on the twin sized bedroom.

You walk into the room and take a seat on the other twin bed. “So what are you in here for “ the guy says as he turns around . “Being honest I’m in here for telling the truth of a murder “ you say annoyed . “Looks like that makes 2 “ you look at the guy more “kev?” You question the guy . “Y/n” he asks back at you. You two get up to hug .

For the next couple minutes you and kev told why you were in here and what was going on.

“Looks like the duo is back as where here to start chaos” kev explains. “You know it “ you say smiling.

“So how’s your powers going “ kev asks . It was only a couple people who knew .”it’s been hard try to keep in under wraps but you know I rarely use it “ you explain to kev.

You had powers for the darkness with the power you had more speed and strength when using it. The darkness also found you as the owner of the dark so it would protect you . You could also use it to manipulate your surroundings so if you where in any bad situation that situation would become bad for the other .

“You barley using it is good but what if just comes out” he says getting scared.

With your powers if you don’t use is comes out during a random time you can tell when it’s going to happen .

“I should be good for a good minute” you say ending the convo . The young lady from earlier opens the door “Y/n someone would like to talk to you” You roll your eyes hoping it’s not who you think it is.

You make your way to the visiting center . You see a empty table with queen shuri sitting on the other side.

“Excuse me can I go back to my room I don’t want to talk to my visitor” you exclaim to the young lady. “Y/n I recommend that you talk to the young lady she may want to help you get out” the young lady says as she smiles.

You walk over to the table and sit across from shuri.” What do you want “ you ask her confused. “Y/n let me take you home “ she says trying to be nice . “No shuri I’m not going anywhere with you” you spat at her.”Y/n you need me to protect you and I can’t protect you if your in this place” she says acting like she cares . “I’d rather be in the facility than be with you” you get up from the chair and you go back to your room.

“Kev We gonna break outa this mf “ you say as you walk in the room.”Where we gonna go” he asks you. “We’re going to go to my place and where going to have to leave wakanda I’m not going to stay here knowing I basically have a stalker “ you exclaim. “Alright”

You and kev thought of the plan and how you guys where going to breakout .

“So we got a plan” you ask kev with a smirk. “Hell yeah” he says.

The plan know started now

Shuri’s Pov

“CHECK HER HOUSE CHECK IT FOR CLUES ON WHATEVER AND AFTER YOUR GOING TO BREAK IN THE FACILITY AND GET HER AND KILL THE KEVIN GUY” I yell at the guards . “DONT JUST STAND THERE GET TO WORK” I spat yelling at my team

Y/n she was beautiful a angel she was my sunshine. And I would anything to make her mine. I killed people for her yet she doesn’t even care. She cares for someone else . Her old friend Kev. I don’t get what she sees and him. So that means I have to get him away from her.

“Ms. Shuri…” A quiet lady calls my name . “What “ I ask confused on what she wanted to tell me . “Y/n and the kev guy broke out the facility and they don’t know where she is “ . “If you don’t find her I will you like I did the others “ I say yelling at the lady . “I’m- I’m sorry Ms. Shuri “ . “Send out a amber alert and searching for her as we speak”

Y/n’s Pov

As I look at my apartment from afar I see Dora Miljae coming out of the complex . “Where not going to go to my apartment where going to have to go by foot- “ you stop talking to kev as hands cover your mouth.

You start to scream but it’s muffled. You begin to use your powers against the person even though you put up a fight until you stopped

You lost kev but you also hoped he was alive because if it was up to Shuri (which it is)he’s going to end up

Dead

[crimsun-n-clover]

dalia chronicles update

shits getting wild man

i did one of those “like this and i’ll introduce you” story games and originally she didn’t but then later she went through all the other introductions and i guess decided yeah i can use the attention

and i’m happy to oblige obviously

so this is the template

so i put that shes my friend, we’re not very close, she reminds me of ed from ofmd (total copout, he’s her favorite), the song was femme fatale by the velvet underground (don’t think about that one too hard!!), and then it gets worse. for the memory, i brought up a joke she made once and then TOTALLY FUCKING FABRICATED a story in which mickey was harassing me over the pretty girl on my phone because she saw me going through her stories. yes, mickey does harass me about her, but that’s because i’m being FUCKING INSANE. so yeah. kinda comes off as flattery, but i wanted to call her pretty without having to call her pretty. and i said i liked how creative and interesting she is, and that i like talking to her.

she responds “thank you this made my day!!” and i was a giggly fuckin ehehe nooo really?? mess.

later that day she posts on her note “running away to the ocean” and i was like fuck yeah i love doing that highly recommend. she tells me that she lives by the harbor in toronto and she’s gonna apply to work on the cargo ships. i was like holy shit that’s awesome!! if you end up in orlando you should tell me and we could do something like an ofmd watch party!! which was also a copout. like. massive fuckin copout. just wanted to test the waters a bit, i think we may be both a bit flighty.

and then. she drops the absolute fucking BOMB “that would be awesome, i have a place in florida”

you. y. you. you have. a fucking WHAT

oh my god. i’m so fucked. this was more fun and silly when it was like ohhh i have a harmless little stupid crush! i’m a bit sweet on this artist girl i know! but now. oh god. oh fuck. son of a bitch.

i’m speechless. this girl who is SO my type and maybe into me is within reach now, but not easy enough to get to that it’ll bore me or freak me out.

i’m being ridiculous but i’m just so interested in her. she posts about her room and shows me trinkets and stuff and it’s like. i wanna lay on your bed and listen to your weird folk music while you tell me the story behind every single fucking thing on your walls.

maggie has been making fun of me because yk. if i like a girl she has to be a little fucked up. a little off. and this girl is a fucking boat nerd with an ego than can suffocate a city. maggie has only been comforted by the knowledge that she does roller derby and archery and is a lifeguard and all that shit.

this just feels. i don’t know. don’t wanna say fate because that’s fucking stupid.

but that does remind me

earlier today i was on the phone with john and he mentioned mickey and i was like no way!! she asked about you this morning!

and then matchmaking has ensued.

j and mick are the same fucking person. they’re both my adopted kid siblings, just one of them lives out of the country. they’re both little alcoholic guitar freaks with a weird sense of humor that come to me for problems they reallyyy shouldn’t come to me for.

i tell john that mickey asked about him and he loses his shit. posts some bait on his story and they get talking. i’m playing both sides, while j is telling me he’s in love and mick is saying that john is lowkey fine. they’re both wayyy into each other. john has been up my ass about “stevie you better come to the wedding” and i’m happy to give him a win after getting his heart broken like four times recently. like. enough to call me for a drunken cry sesh. i’m worried about him but i don’t see anything too bad coming out of this besides mickey being all “nooo omg i can’ttt i need him to be here if i’m gonna say anything” while j is begging me to report back on if she’s into him.

mickey was asking me about how i met him n stuff and i said i saw him posting kickass guitar stuff and followed him for that and then i posted a megadeth meme while saying “no one else will find this funny” and he says “I DO” and suddenly he’s my brother. and he even looks like me. he convinced our friend we were related when he met her. (said friend and her bf broke up today)

so mickey says him and i are platonic soulmates bound by fate or something with the coincidences that led to him and i being close.

back to j and i’s friend who broke up with her bf. he was a dick to her about the way she looks but he was really sweet when it came to getting her things n stuff. her and i met in a weird flirty way and she said the other day that it wasn’t platonic for her and i was like. me too bestie. and she said something about “if we’re ever both single…” and i was like yeah lmao! because i’d hook up with her. j clocked me on that. dunno how. we were on the phone today and he goes “would you hook up with her be honest” and i had to explain to him that yeah absolutely but i have no romantic intent toward her? she’s my friend and i adore her but she’s also gorgeous and i’d go down on her if she asked. we just wouldn’t make a good stable healthy couple. we’re both fucking HEATHENS.

so yeah shits wild rn

[its-short-for-jackalope]

tonight i am currently experiencing one of the other adhd emotions, aka

Nothing I Do Will Stimulate My Brain Except Watching The Same Movie I Have Watched The Last Three Days And I Am About To Lose My God Damn Mind

[maddogofshimano]

Nishida Character Story

Y2 Spoilers I’m not dead! I’ve just been very busy with life, but I finally sat down and got this story translated fully because I love it a lot. 

The lowest rarity level a card can be, Nishida “Member of the Majima Family”

He’s been in since the game launched and has gotten two subsequent cards, one is the SSR that I did a translation for earlier that he got after winning a poll on characters still lacking SSRs, and he recently got a KSR card (but no new story with that one)

Summary:

Ichiban overhears a commotion nearby Yoshida Batting Center, and finds Nishida in conflict with the Omi. He comes to his aid, and gets entangled in the rapid escalation of the conflict, culminating in a potentially explosive finish

Ichiban: Yoshida Batting Center, huh? It's been here for a long time...

?: Uwagh! Ichiban: What the...? Omi Goon: Oi, Nishida. How long do you plan on keeping this up?

Nishida: Ha, ha.... Owner: N-Nishida-san! You should stop....! Nishida: This is... nothing compared to the grueling training my boss put me through.....! Omi Goon: A weak shit like you ain't gonna hold out ya know~. Omi Goon: I can't believe a small fry like you is part of the Majima Family. The Tojo's poster boy sure has fallen on hard times. Hehehe. Nishida: Th-That's....!! Ichiban: I think I've heard enough.

Nishida: Wh-Who are you...? Omi Goon: ....Hold on, ain't that Kasuga? I'm kinda in the middle of something right now. Omi Goon: I'll look the other way on you running off, just this once. Ichiban: Well that's very kind. But I can't just leave my Tojo Clan relatives out to dry like this. Omi Goon: Hmm, yeah yeah... You're just making more work for me, dumbass!!

<they fight, Ichiban kicks his ass>

Omi Goon: Guh.... shit!!

<he runs off>

Ichiban: Hey, are you okay? Nishida: Th-Thank you for that... Um, you said you were part of the Tojo Clan too? Ichiban: Yep. Just a third string family though. And you are? Nishida: Oh, forgive me. My name is Nishida. I'm a member of... the direct line Majima Family. Ichiban: What? The Majima Family...!?

<end part 1>

Ichiban: ....I see, you were a member of that Majima Family, huh.

Ichiban: They were real rowdy before I went to jail. Even fighting on the same side, they were totally different from us. Nishida: And you were part of the Arakawa Family.... I'm shocked. Ichiban: Haha, really? Did our name really make it to the Majima Family's ears? Nishida: Ah, not really... I'd have to say that the name only became famous fairly recently. Ichiban: ...For betraying the Tojo Clan, right? I figured as much. Nishida: S-Sorry. Ichiban: It's fine. So, what's the Majima Family up to these days? Nishida: The same as every other family. In the middle of the pandemonium caused by the clean-up operations, I've lost track of my boss...

Nishida: My boss and all the other people, right now I don't have a clue where they're at. Ichiban: I see... And why haven't you run off? Nishida: Before we were separated, my boss told me to "return to Yoshida". Nishida: It's that batting center we were at earlier, you know? Ichiban: That Yoshida Batting Center place? That place has been around for a while now. Nishida: That's the batting center alright. They've actually never turned a profit. That place. (Tl note: I have no idea what to do with that あそこ on the end there to make it more...... standard english-y other than just omitting it entirely lol)

Nishida: If the Omi are only interested in turning a profit, they'll demolish that place immediately. Nishida: But... That place, it was my boss's favorite. Nishida: He really loved sweating there. ....Well, he liked to work up a sweat by hitting balls and hitting guys and various other things. (Tl note: Nishida. Nishida what are the other things. that he did in the batting center to work up a sweat. Nishida. Nishida please. Nish-) Nishida: If the place is gone when he returns, I think he'll feel really let down. Ichiban: ....I hate to say it, but you can't be certain Majima-san's even still alive, right? (Tl note: Ichiban uses 叔父貴 as in 'younger uncle' for Majima's honorific which is what you refer to someone else's patriarch as if they're younger than your own. Nishida refers to Kiryu as Kiryu-no-ojiki in the same way. however that's super clunky to translate, so I just made it -san) Nishida: Right... Ichiban: But you're still in town, protecting that batting center? Nishida: Haha... I'm not sure how well I'm doing at protecting it. But the owner wants to keep it going. Nishida: It's times like these that yakuza should be putting their lives on the line. Ichiban: ........... <he takes a smoke> Omi Goon: Having a nice time shooting the shit? I'm talking to you two.

Ichiban: Are you all enjoying a nice stroll all helter-skelter? I'm jealous of how much free time you have. (Tl note: 雁首揃って is an idiom related to old tobacco pipes and everything emphasized it being a semi-abusive or vulgar way to make fun of people for gathering and lining up. which. I have no idea if we even have a phrase like that in english. so I did my best. but it keeps making me laugh because 雁首 can also mean glans/head of a penis and I kept wanting to read it as Ichiban asking if they were having a nice stroll touching tips)

Omi Goon: You're a yappy little idiot huh... It'll be fine when we demolish that batting center and put up apartments in its place. Omi Goon: One by one we're cleaning up the Tojo's eye sores, and this is where we put you two left-overs down!

<they fight, Ichiban and Nishida win>

Omi Goon: Guhuh...!

Nishida: H-How's that! I'm going to protect this place to the better end! There's nothing you can do about it! (Tl note: this is the one and only place Nishida uses 俺 instead of 私 lol. he’s being TOUGH and NOT POLITE) Omi Goon: .....Heh, hehehe. Hahahahahaha!

Nishida: Wh-What's so funny? Omi Goon: I can't help but laugh.... You're gonna keep protecting that place? You're already too late. Ichiban: Huh? What do you mean. Omi Goon: It was too bothersome to keep threatening the Owner. ....So I decided to just blow the whole place away. Nishida: What do you mean...? Omi Goon: There's a bomb in the batting center... and in 10 minutes, the place is going sky high! Nishida: Wha....!!

<end part 2>

Nishida: Haa.....! Haa.....!

Ichiban: There's a time bomb in the batting center!? Those Omi bastards are being unreasonable! Nishida: There's gotta be some way to stop it....!! Where's the owner...!? Omi Goon: Holllld on. No one's allowed to go in here.

Ichiban: Tch...! What a pain! Move it!!!!

<an early fight this time, that Ichiban and Nishida handle soundly>

Ichiban: The bomb... Where the hell is it...!?

Nishida: Kasuga-san! It's here!!

Ichiban: There's... a timer on it. It's got 3 minutes left...? Nishida: There's nobody near this spot... This is where I have to disarm it. Ichiban: Disarm it... what do you mean? Nishida: I, sort of know what to do. ....I have to take a chance on it. Ichiban: Seriously...!? Nishida: As a matter of fact, I went through something similar a long time ago.... And I decided I never wanted to experience that again..... Nishida: I studied diligently. Though I never thought the day I put that knowledge to use would ever come. Nishida: Kasuga-san, you should evacuate. Get somewhere safe, quickly. Ichiban: That's stupid. We made it this far, I'm staying with you. We're Tojo Clan buddies.

Nishida: Kasuga-san...! Ichiban: Well, it's time. Do your thing, bomb sensei. Nishida: I don't like how that sounds... Okay. Let's begin. Nishida: First... this wire. Cut it.... Next, cut this wire..... Ichiban: H-Hey. The timer hasn't stopped. There's only 2 minutes left. Is that gonna be okay, sensei? Nishida: It's got a more complicated design than I thought. But, I'll be okay...! Nishida: Next is... this wire. Then, next... this one! Ichiban: Ooh, that's really thinned out the cables! Now there's just... two left, a red one and a blue one!

Nishida: Yes. Now it's... Nishida: ........... Ichiba: H-Hey, what's going on?

Nishida: ....The red or the blue cable. I have no idea which is the correct one to cut..... Ichiban: S-Seriously..... Then, how about we cut both! Nishida: No, one of them is a trap. If we choose the wrong one, it will detonate. Ichiban: Hey hey, we gotta do something...! There's... 50 seconds left. Nishida: The red...? ...Or the blue....? Nishida: ............. Nishida: .................. Nishida: ..... 🎵 Which one should we choose 🎵 (Tl note: this is of course the song Majima sings during his bomb defusal scene)

Ichiban: H-Hey, what's this all the sudden? Are you fooling around? Nishida: 🎵 God please tell me which one~ 🎵 .....Got it. Cut the red. Ichiban: Huh!? You're choosing with eenie-meenie-miney-moe!? Are you screwing with me!? Nishida: ...I'm seriously serious. I'm super serious. Cut the red.

Nishida: I couldn't figure it out despite thinking and thinking. ....So, the final one comes down to superstitious luck. It's also the most important. Nishida: At the very least, it's the secret technique passed down by my boss. ....It'll be alright, this will surely work.

Ichiban: 30 seconds left.... Heh. Well, it's too late to get upset. Ichiban: The feelings you hold for your boss... I'm joining the bandwagon too. Nishida: Kasuga-san... thank you. Ichiban: Well, it's time to do it. Nishida: Yes...! Ichiban: ............... Nishida: .............. Nishida: .....Boss....!!

<the screen fades to white>

Ichiban: Ha~ A smoke is great.

Nishida: Yes. Just being alive... it's good. Ichiban: But man, putting your fucking life in the hands of fate. That's the Majima Family for you. You've all got nerves of steel. Nishida: ....To be completely honest, I think I soiled myself a little bit.

Ichiban: Hahaha! Well, that's how it goes. It's better that than number 2. Nishida: No, it was number 2..... Ichiban: S-Seriously? Still, things are gonna be rough from here on out. The Omi will keep targeting this area. Nishida: I'll keep protecting it until my boss returns. I am a member of the Majima Family, after all. Ichiban: In whatever little way I can, I'll help out. I can't just keep quiet after witnessing a display of manly spirit like that. Nishida: I look forward to working with you, Kasuga-san. Together... let's overthrow the Omi!

Ichiban: It's good to work with you, Nishida-chan. Say, how about we head out for drinks to celebrate our survival! Nishida: Yes! ....Though, before that, could we stop by a convenience store? I need to buy a new pair of underwear. Ichiban: It's good as is! It's like a good luck charm! Keep them on, keep them on!  Nishida: Ehh...?

<END>

Bonus stuff:

jesus fucking christ ichiban what is wrong with you???? hello?????????

in other less horrifying news, here’s Nishida’s KSR btw, which one of verrrrry few recent cards to have art rather than a 3D model

his title is “The Mad Dog’s Right Hand?”

here’s the matching Majima that went with it:

his title is “The Freed Mad Dog” and man are those pants low on his hips. we’re about to get a whole different kind of freed mad dog

okay so fun fact about me in rggo, I spent a while early on just collecting and maxing out Nishidas. here’s my army

I care him

[schlagglovebot]

hey harley absolutely love your stories keep up the nice work! could you write cc!tommy x fem!reader based on the night we met by lord huron?? angsty shit yknow what i mean?;) also now i'm gonna be 🍑 anon <3

always will be you — tommyinnit!

summary: i had some, and then most of you, some, and now none of you. how tommy reminisced you and the very first night of you and him.

authors notes: HELLLOOOO 🍑 ANON MY BELOVED JDJCKSJDH MY FIRST ANON HOLY SHIT YOURE MY BELOVED 🍑 ANON NOW YESYES HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ANGSTY SHIT I MADE FOR YOU 🍑 ANON MY BELOVED EEHEHHEHEE

the raindrops dropped to a solemn night, you had be hanging out by a convenience store with your banana milk that's half empty. your hair damp from the rain that happened earlier that's gone now, a lanky blonde boy suddenly approached you. "uhm hello? fine night innit?" his voice quite gruffy, hands in his pocket and clearly cold in his blue coat. "yes. it's quite lovely..?" you responded asking for his name.. "tommy! and yours?" he held out his hands for a handshake to which you accepted with a small smile. "i'm y/n, nice to meet you" you exchanged names and had small giggles, the night escalated into a much fun night further down the road.

"you wanna share this banana milk?" you offered, he raised a brow. "y/n, not many know this actually over 10 million people do but uhm.. i'm fucking rich. i will buy us a banana milk fridge that's for me and you, sharing is unnecessary." he brushed off cockily, making the both of you just laugh like idiots next to this convenience store talking for almost forever.

"okay, so what's the shittiest holiday? let's say it at the same time okay?" hours had passed, tommy and you looked at each others eyes as if looking for a connection... "valentines!" "christmas!" "tommy christmas is when you get gifts and money!" "valentines you get a shit ton of chocolate and loving!" you guys argued about your sides strongly and from an outside perspective a very heated debate that looked like a lover's stupid quarrel. you guys then realized how long you had kept each other company, you didn't want it to end and neither did he but instead you guys exchanged numbers and shared a swift kiss that definitely made your cheeks warm in red and kept you from getting cold in the freezing weather on the way home..

it was a very special night that bloomed into a very beautiful love that wilted like a neglected rose, and yet tommy still sees you vividly in both his dreams and in his reality though you were no longer beside him - you were stuck in the darkest and loudest depths of his heart, his soul, and his mind. because always and forever, it will always be you.

please don't translate and repost on other sites without my consent, or steal/plagiarize my written works — sincerely, harley (. ㅅ .)

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Do I know you?

A/n: haven't written in a while but here's a little something. The medical stuff that is mentioned in this story is mainly based on google. It's not accurate and just for the sake of the story. And also I think it's confusing to read but I hope that you get the story😭

Summary: You left Natasha without context.

A year ago..

"Oh, shit where are my keys?" You cursed. You really need to pee and finding your lost keys is not helping.

"Babe, it's in your hands" Natasha said giving you an amusing smile.

"Oh" you laughed awkwardly.

"Babe we gotta go" Nat called out for you downstairs.

"I don't want to go" you whined. You walked down the stairs with a slumped back, purposely stomping your feet.

"But you said earlier you wanted to go shopping?" Nat asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"I changed my mind" You shrugged.

"Y/n earlier you eagerly convinced me to go shopping and now that I said yes you don't want to go?" Natasha playfully scolded you.

"Just go by yourself then" You grumbled. You walked back upstairs with the same antics you did when you walked down but this time it was more irritated.

Natasha sighed, confusion written all over her face but figured you were just moody today.

***

"My head hurts" you whined putting both of your hands to your temple and giving it a massage.

"You okay? That's been happening since last week."

"It's fine. Probably just lack of water" you shrugged.

***

Babe, I gotta go. I'm sorry. I love you

That's the note Natasha saw on her bedside table. You left her without context. Just a simple note but it didn't miss to leave her heartache.

She was confused, angry, and mainly lost. She didn't know why you left, why you suddenly disappeared without saying a proper goodbye.

She didn't know what your note means. Was it goodbye? Are you guys over?

At first, she doubted that it was you who wrote that note. You never leave without Natasha knowing. You always tell her where you go.

"Y/n's gone." She mindlessly stated.

"What?"

"Gone?"

"What do you mean gone?"

Those were just a few of the words the team threw out to Natasha.

"Maybe she got taken or something"

"She wouldn't just leave with a simple note"

They checked the cams of the compound and saw you leaving. They saw how you left a note and leave with baggage full of clothes.

They wanted to question your sudden disappearance. They wanted to say you left because you got taken not because you left them without saying anything. They wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt but they couldn't because you left willingly.

When weeks went on Natasha blamed herself. Maybe because she was too much. Maybe you left because she wasn't good enough. She got a lot of flaws, Imperfections, shortcomings you name it.

She got more colder, distant as time goes by. She became more strict, hard, and coldhearted. She stopped working and buried herself in work. She never talked unless it was work-related. She locked herself in her room, she never ate, she never slept. She was tired.

That was a year ago

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Now Natasha was over you but she lacked closure. Still, she was doing better now. She regained the Natasha that she was before you left.

Natasha was now walking in the streets of New York having a break from all the happenings around the compound.

She smiled contently seeing people walking around with their family, lovers, and friends. But she stopped when she saw a familiar face that never failed to make her breath hitch and make her heart swell out of adoration.

It was you. You were in a cafe drinking a coffee watching the people walking outside.

Out of all the places, she found you here in New York having a cup of coffee and admiring the view.

Natasha couldn't help but be angry at how content you were. How you didn't have a sign of tiredness in your eyes. How you were so so so alright.

Your hair was shorter now not like the long hair that Natasha loved. You became skinnier, your body more defined.

Natasha made her way to the cafe. She wanted to drag you out of there and let you explain or scold you or scream at you but she couldn't. It was a year ago.

She calmed herself down before making a beeline to the table you were in.

"Y/n?" Natasha scolded herself at how her voice slightly broke and her tears were trying to get the best of her.

You gave her a confused smile.

"Uhm hi," you said confusion written all over your face.

Nat was hurt at how you sounded like you didn't know her. The pang in her chest rose. Her fake smile faltered. Her stomach dropped. The audacity of you to confusingly smile at her as if nothing happened. As if you didn't leave her.

You didn't miss the hurt in her eyes. Somehow it gave you pain seeing her like that.

"Im sorry but do I know you?" You asked Natasha.

If the smile that you gave Natasha was hurtful. You asking if you know her broke her heart in a million pieces. The pieces she tried to mend over time that you left.

"Uhm" she lacked words. She didn't know what to say to you. Her eyes that were once held a calm gaze became distant.

You didn't miss it.

"I'm sorry if I don't recognize you. I got memory loss a year ago." You explained.

"M-memory loss?" Natasha stuttered. She was taken aback by what you said.

A year ago...

"You have a brain tumor"

Your world stopped and that sentence was rounding your mind. Now everything makes sense, that's why you easily forget things, your sudden change of moods, your impulsive decision.

You wanted to get tested by Bruce but you didn't want to be a burden to the team. They have a lot of paperwork, missions, and stuff that they had to do so you wanted to be the least of their problem. So here you were in Grey-Sloan Hospital being told that you have a tumor.

They suggested surgery for you but of course, it took time for you to decide. Going back to the compound you were zoning out, your mind who thought of many things focused on one word. Tumor.

You wanted to tell Natasha but you didn't want to be a problem to her. You didn't want Natasha to worry about you. You didn't want to be an inconvenience.

Maybe it was the tumor's impulsive decision that you decided to leave Natasha a week after you've known about the tumor. Leaving her a piece of note that didn't have a proper explanation.

You waited until Natasha was fast asleep before packing your things.

"Bye baby" you kissed Natasha's forehead and left.

You always thought it was for the best. After hearing about the possible effects after surgery you knew you might get memory loss.

After the surgery it was successful. They took all the tumors but your mind was blank. You didn't know your name, your age, you got zero memories. You knew this would happen so you hired a caregiver to give you some help to regain some memories you have. But you didn't regain your life with Natasha and the team.

The caregiver suggested going to places you were familiar with just like what you said to her but somehow it took you a year to face the memories you needed to gain full memory to your mind.

You didn't know you left a whole life after the surgery. You didn't know you left the love of your life.

Present

That's why you were here in a cafe. It was one of the lists your caregiver gave to you. You finally dared to face the memories you left and regain them.

Seeing this redhead somehow ignited something in you. You didn't know what it was but you felt like she was someone close. So here you were ushering her to the seat.

"Yeah uhm," you trailed off. "Have a seat" you ushered her to take the free chair in front of you. Natasha took the seat and sat on it.

"What's your name? Might ring a bell." You asked Nat awkwardly chuckling.

"Natasha. Natasha Romanoff" she said.

You tried to remember her name, her face but it didn't work

"I'm sorry, I still don't remember" you apologized and gave her a comforting smile.

"Uh-uhm h-how did you lose your memory?" Natasha stutteringly asked.

"I had a tumor back then" you explained. "They got it all out but memory loss was the effect of the surgery." You were now looking at your coffee as if it was more interesting than the beautiful redhead that was looking at you.

Natasha didn't know what to say. Everything that happened makes sense now. The forgetting of keys, the sudden change of moods. Everything was because of the tumor

Seeing that Natasha didn't respond, you continued talking.

"Now, here I am going through my list of places I have to go," you said chuckling awkwardly

"List?" Natasha asked confusingly.

"Yeah Uhm, it's the places I have to go so I can hopefully regain my memory" you took your list that was in your back pocket and gave it to Natasha.

Cafe

Avengers compound

Those were just a few of the things you listed that Natasha read. You even put the theater you guys loved. The picnic where you first had your date. Natasha couldn't help but smile.

"Do you happen to know where those places are?" You asked.

"Uh yeah, i-i could take you there" Natasha stuttered. She was now smiling, unshed tears crippling to her eyes.

"Thank you so much" you stood up from your seat and followed Natasha.

She took you to the compound first and without warning, all the team went and hugged you.

"Y/n!" Thor boomed.

"Y/n?" Wanda questioned.

"Oh my God!" Tony exclaimed.

All of them hugged you and you happily returned it with a smile.

"Where have you been?"

"Why'd you leave?"

"We missed you so much"

The chattering of the team made you overwhelmed. You didn't know where to look. What to say. They all happen to know you.

"Guys" Natasha shushed them and they all obliged. "Y/n doesn't remember us" Natasha sadly said.

They all looked at each other confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't remember? What?"

Natasha explained what happened to you and all you did was apologize that you didn't remember any of them. You gave them a sympathetic smile.

They took you to the places you guys always hang out. You even went to a lab full of robotic suits. Somehow someone named Bruce did a test on you to make sure nothing was wrong.

Now you were with Natasha. You both were walking in the hallways of the compound.

"Here is your room" Natasha gestured to the door in front of you. You opened it and saw all the stuff, pictures and clothes.

You traced the outline of your bedside table and saw a frame. It was a picture of you and Natasha smiling giddily at the camera. You looked at Natasha confused.

"We dated" Natasha blurted out. Your eyes widen at her words.

"This was our room. When you left I moved out and left the room as it is." Natasha explained.

"I left?"

"Yes, with a note," Natasha said sadly. Natasha showed the note that was still lying on her side table and gave it to you.

You tried to remember. You wanted to remember but everything they showed to you didn't ring a bell. Your eyebrows met and your eyes were tightly closed. You were desperate to remember.

"I- I still don't remember" you sobbed. Your heart was aching for no reason. Maybe because you long for the memory or maybe because you hated the fact that you left Natasha and you can't remember anything.

"It's okay y/n. At least now I know why you left"

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[myhockeyworld87]

Not So Dangerous Liaison - Sidney Crosby - Part 30

Word Count: 5,665

POV:  Sidney’s

Warngings: Language, Pregnancy, Smut, NSFW

Notes: Ok, it’s been a hot minute since I posted anything. Sorry I’ve been working on a new story. Kind of want to have it all written before I post, but I did get this chapter finished. Last time, these two found out that they weren’t pregnant, but decided that they’re going to try. So let’s see what Sid thinks about the whole things. Would absolutely kill to get more feedback from you guys, other than when is the next chapter. So please send it my way and give me motivation to write the next chapter if you want it. Happy Reading!!

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SIDNEY'S POV

Two days you were off the ice, and while normally that would feel like two years, this time it was like two minutes. (Y/N) insisted that she was fine after finding out she wasn't pregnant, but you could tell things were off. The doctor had done a minor procedure on her as well as removed her IUD and told her that she should rest for a day or two, but just like you; she was stubborn and was up and about before she should've been. By Wednesday, you were both in the arena watching the team take on the Capitals for Game 4, only from the owner's suite that Mario insisted you both sit in. While you both agreed to keep what had happened private, you had called Mario to let him know, hoping that (Y/N) would take a few days more to rest. Mario had told her to take as much time as she needed, yet here you both were. Though you had convinced her to sit up in the box, you practically had to tie her down to the chair to keep her from going down with the team. You knew that had your concussion been worse she would've stayed at home with you.

Though you'd only known about the possibility of having a baby for a short time, you felt the loss. Knew that (Y/N) had to be feeling it as well. Having a baby with (Y/N) had been in your mind and heart for quite some time. To have it within your grasp, then snatched away, honestly hurt like hell. The two of you didn't discuss it much, though talks of having a family seemed to be more and more frequent. You could see it all, the two of you out in the yard running around chasing a toddler, or skating around the practice rink doing pass after pass as your child just laughed. It became your new dream. Only something was missing.

Logic would say that it was another cup win or two, but you knew better. While a child was now something you longed for; the dream was a family, and with that meant making (Y/N) your wife. You'd like to say that from the moment you met her, you knew she was the woman you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, but you didn't. That was on you though and not (Y/N). Had you realized earlier that you could have everything you'd ever dreamed of with her; you'd have asked her out the very first time you'd laid eyes on her. It might have taken a bit for you to get there, but now that you were here; you never wanted to let her go.

Now, you were sneaking off after practice to call the jeweler you used in Pittsburgh. It was a small shop, but they'd always done impeccable work and been very discrete about it at the same time. Which is exactly what you needed. You had an idea of what you wanted her ring to look like, but it was kind of hard to communicate that over the phone. Thankfully, the jeweler got the gist of the idea and was going to come up with a few designs to look at.

Four days later, after a tough loss to Washington, you were checking out the designs on the plane. (Y/N) was in the back chatting away with Phil about the boat the two of them had picked out last season, so there was no need to worry about her sneaking up on you to see what you were doing. "You watching film?" Flower asked as he stole a glance at your laptop. Before you had a chance to answer, his eyes got wide as saucers as he looked at the screen. "Is that a…"

"Yes, it is. Can you keep your voice down?"

"Holy shit!" Marc-Andre whispered yelled at you. "Congrats man."

"Thanks. I haven't figured out which one to get yet. They just sent over the designs this morning." You flicked open the five designs the jeweler sent over. All unique and one of a kind, just like the woman it was meant for. "I'm leaning towards one of these." You showed him both the solitaire oval cut stone with the diamond band and the cushion cut, which looked to be surrounded by a layer of lace diamonds. Both were elegant and would look gorgeous on her finger, which made it hard to choose.

"The oval seems to be a pretty popular ring."

"So, you're thinking the same thing I am then." You looked over at Flower and he nodded his head. Immediately you pulled up the picture of the cushion cut. "It's unique, just like (Y/N)."

"Yeah, that one is definitely her," Flower added as you both took one last look at the design. "So, when are you asking her?"

"This summer. I've got it all planned out." You quickly shot off an email to the jeweler giving him the go-ahead on the engagement ring you wanted. "I'm renting the boat that we had our official first date on." Closing the laptop, you continued. "I want fireworks as we pull into a port where all our family and friends will be and then we can all sail around and celebrate."

"And if she says no?" The thought of (Y/N) rejecting you, made bile rise in the back of your throat. You couldn't see your life without her. If she said no, you didn't know what you would do. "Relax, Sid. That woman is crazy about you. I'm sure it'll be yes."

God, you hoped so. "I know it's fast and all. We haven't really even dated a full year yet. But I just can't see my life without her. Ya know?"

"Yeah, I do. It's the same reason I asked Vero." If anyone knew that feeling that you couldn't quite put into words, it was Flower. He and Vero had the kind of love that you and (Y/N) did. "I'm assuming I get to be part of this celebration, even though I won't be part of the team."

"You're one of my best friends. I couldn't have it without you."

"Thanks, man. Now, tell me you aren't doing this on your birthday just because it's your lucky number. V will have my head if I didn't tell you to make it special for (Y/N)."

You frowned, causing Marc-Andre to look at you disapprovingly. Apparently, you were a better actor than people gave you credit for. "No way. Do you think I'm stupid? I know this is about her. Besides, I'm hoping I don't need luck for her to say yes."

"You don't. She'll jump at the chance to marry you." That's what you were hoping for.

As things for your proposal started to take shape, you continued on the team's quest for the cup. The Capitals fought back to push for a game seven. With a bit of luck and two goals from Rusty and Horny, the Pens were able to move on to the next round where you would take on the Senators in the conference finals. It was a tough battle. One that the team didn't really expect until you hit a loss that first game in overtime. The Senators were hungry and wanted the win as much as you did, if not more. When the team beat them in game five, seven to nothing, everyone thought for sure that game six would seal your conference win. However, they battled back to force a game seven as well. Everyone was on edge including (Y/N).

For some reason, she decided to channel all her nervous energy into cleaning the house. While you, on the other hand, stuck to working out. You'd just finished running a few miles on the treadmill, when you headed upstairs for a quick shower, only to find (Y/N) in the master closet, throwing you into a mild panic attack. "Babe! What are you doing?"

"Cleaning. I haven't gone through my stuff since I moved in and there are just way too many clothes in here."

"Yeah, but why are you going through my ties?" The fact you hid her engagement ring in there a little over a week ago, making you sweat more than your run had.

"I wouldn't have to if you would put them away." She held the three that you'd taken to Ottawa in her hand. "Relax Mr. Superstitious, I'm not throwing them out or anything."

Quickly, you grabbed them from her, folding them and laying them back in the drawer before she could. Glancing in the back, you noticed the engagement ring, still tucked neatly in the corner and hidden under the one you never used. "You know I'm not that way about my ties."

"Says the man who wears the same blue suit." She teased, laughing as she came up behind you wrapping her arms around your waist. "It's ok, hun. I find it cute." You shut the drawer a little harder than you should, hoping that she didn't see anything. "Hey, I'm just kidding you. I know we're both on edge." She pressed a kiss to your sweaty back and damn if it didn't send a shiver through your body.

"I know how we can waste some of that nervous energy we both have." You told her turning in her arms. Lips finding hers the moment you were face to face. Kissing (Y/N) would never get old, even if you lived to be a hundred and you couldn't wait to be doing it as her husband.

When she pulled back, she was smiling. "What happened to that old wives' tale about no sex during playoffs because it makes you play better or some such nonsense."

"That came from some single guy. I swear." Your hands roamed up and down her body, squeezing and kneading her flesh in your hands. "I, on the other hand, find it quite…" your lips teased the sensitive spot on her neck, eliciting a needy little moan from her. "Invigorating." Pulling the neckline of her shirt over, her collarbone was your next target.

"You're all sweaty."

"So. We're just going to get a little sweatier."

Her hands were already trailing up the same sweaty t-shirt she seemed turned off by moments ago; at least verbally, for her body was saying something else completely. "True…unless…"

"Unless??"

"Care to join me in the shower?"

(Y/N)'s suggestion was perfect as it would get her out of the closet for the moment. You raised your eyebrows at her, as she peeled the sweat drenched cloth off your body. "I love the way your mind works." Her shirt was next to go, as you walked her back towards the ensuite. By the time you reached the shower, all traces of clothing were gone from both of your bodies. "Fuck," you hissed out as the cold shower water hit your back making you jump, while (Y/N) just laughed. "Oh, you think that's funny, do you?" Hands locking around her waist, you pinned her to your body so that nothing separated the two of you.

"No, Sid…don't," she pleaded as you flipped the water to cold, giving her a taste of what you'd just experienced. She squirmed in your arms. Legs practically wrapping around your body as she tried to escape. "Fuck," she yelled and it was your turn to chuckle, as she pushed you both out of the ice-cold stream. "You're so mean."

It was then that you decided to take pity on her and turn the water back to a temperature that you'd both enjoy. "That's not what you said last night."

"Yeah, well last night, your mouth was…" She didn't finish that sentence, as your fingers stole down to the exact spot your mouth had been last evening.

"You mean right there?" She moaned out a yes. The sound went straight to your cock which was already hard. You turned her body then, so she was pressed up against the tile. "Maybe I should put my lips there again, eh?" Her soft groans told you exactly what she wanted, and that's when you sunk down on your knees between her thighs. "Spread your legs, baby." She widened her stance, and you dove right in, gliding your tongue between her folds. Her hands gripped first the air, then the smooth tile wall, only to finally seek purchase on your shoulders. Her moans rippled off the shower walls, spurring you on. You knew her body so well, knew how to drive her completely mad with your mouth and tongue. Which is what you did, taking her to the edge quickly and then pulling back. You heard her groan of frustration, and you nipped her inner thigh with your teeth. There would be a mark there tomorrow, not big, but enough to make her remember tonight as she stood on the runway and watched you play on the ice. Then your mouth was back on her, tongue flicking her clit over and over again. Her hips rocked into your mouth and you knew she was close again. Sliding two fingers into her, they worked in time with your tongue. The combination sent her over the edge. She shattered in your arms, legs going weak, so you held her steady, supporting her as the orgasm rocked through her. She was panting trying to catch her breath as the steam from the water ran over both your bodies.

You kissed your way back up, only to finally land on her mouth where she devoured you. Wrapping her left leg around your hips, you slowly pushed into her, relishing the feel of her tight heat gripping you. It was heaven. Always was, for it felt as though (Y/N) was made for you and you alone. Soon, you told yourself, she would truly be yours. Each day seemed one more day closer to that goal, of making her your wife.

The two of you moved as one. The push and pull of a tale as old as time, helping your bodies seek the release they so craved. Hands roamed everywhere, down her back, cupping her ass, pressing her closer into you as you just couldn't get enough of her. Her nails bit into your flesh of your shoulder blades and hissed out in pleasure, so close to reaching that pinnacle of release. The twitch of her pussy told you she was right there with you, and it spurred you on. Hips rocking into her with just a tad more force. Then she was cresting, spiraling down just as she had moments ago. You followed with a few deep thrusts, groaning out her name as you came deep inside her.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't think about that moment in the shower the following day as you prepped for the game. Her soft scratches on your back were a gentle reminder. They'd become commonplace, for none of the guys harassed you anymore as they first did when you were with (Y/N). Thoughts of last night somehow put you at ease as you went about the day. Maybe it was knowing, that no matter if you won or lost, (Y/N) would be there waiting with open arms for you.

A scoreless first period had everyone anxious. The whole team knew this was a make-or-break moment. You knew things would never be the same after this. It was all but set in stone that Flower would be off to the expansion team in Vegas and this team you had now would never again be the group it was today. As you stepped onto the ice in the second period, you felt the air in the arena all hanging with bated breath, waiting to see who would score that first precious goal. As luck would have it, Kunitz put one in the back of the net almost midway through. But the victory was short-lived as Ottawa answered with one of their own, only seconds later. Going into the third that same level of anxiety coursed through everyone's veins. Shultzy was the one to put you on top this time, but again Ottawa answered pushing the game into overtime.

Everyone thought twenty minutes would be enough time to decide who would take on Nashville in the Finals, but it wasn't. Going into the second overtime period, you could see exhaustion start to set in. Not only on your team but on the Senators as well. Though neither was going down without a fight. Five minutes into the double overtime, you just stepped onto the ice as Schultzy shot the puck in deep. It ricocheted off the boards right onto your stick, where you were able to make a clean pass to Kunitz. His aim was true as the slapshot found its way past Anderson and into the net, the goal horn sounding and setting the place on fire. The roar of the crowd was deafening as everyone now knew you were headed back to the Stanley Cup Finals. The team all piled on Chris. It took a moment before you were able to dislodge yourself from the circle, but once you did your eyes scanned the bench, and there was (Y/N) jumping up and down cheering with everyone. Your heart fluttered, not at the win but at the look of joy on her face. You wanted to see that same look in the next round as well. Knew that you would do everything in your power to make that happen.

Just as you had the year before, you, Chris, and Geno hoisted the Prince of Wales trophy in the air. Call it superstition or whatever you want, but the last time you had done it, you'd ended up walking away a Stanley Cup Champion. It was worth a shot to do it again. Sully gave everyone the night to celebrate, but then it was back to business as normal. There was still work to be done and you all knew it. In just four short days, you would take on the Predators to see who would win the NHL's most coveted prize.

Game one and two the team was on fire, still riding off the high from winning the Eastern Conference. No one was prepared for the Nashville fans though. From the noise of the crowd to throwing catfish on the ice, they seemed to have truly embraced the sport, proving to be a force to be reckoned with. Those two away games ended with the series being tied, as you headed back to home ice. Tension was high going into game five. Words had been exchanged both on and off the ice and it definitely pushed your buttons. When Subban blatantly pushed you into the board then held your stick, you let your emotions get the best of you with a few punches to the head. (Y/N) was definitely not happy with how you handled that. The look on her face as you headed to the locker room before the first intermission told you that you were in for a long lecture, not only from Sully but her as well; even though the Pens had the advantage with a three to nothing lead. Three more goals were added to the Pens tally and the team took game five.

Thankfully, the win had everyone in a good mood including (Y/N), and though she wasn't happy with you fighting, she held her tongue as the team got ready to travel to Nashville. Game six would all come down to goaltending as shots were exchanged on each end. Save after save both Murray and Renne made. In the third period, with the score still at zero, the Pens made a grievous error giving the Predators a two-man advantage. Everyone thought Nashville had the game in the bag then, but Murray and the penalty kill unit held their ground not letting the puck find the back of the net. It seemed as though this game would need at least another twenty minutes of play. With a little over one minute, Horny got the puck after it bounced off the board and was able to sneak it past Renne. The bench erupted with cheers, only to have Nashville challenge the goal for goalie interference. Time seemed to almost standstill as you waited for the referee to make the call. When it came, the team collectively breathed a sigh of relief as he announced it was a good goal. You tried to calm the team down, as you all felt that second Stanley Cup was just within your reach. You just needed to hold them off for a minute more, that was all. You glanced to the end of the bench and there standing with Tanger was (Y/N). Bouncing on the balls of her feet, she was just as nervous as the rest of you. She caught your eye and smiled encouragingly, giving you that little bit of added strength that you needed to get through. As time ticked down, Hagelin put the finishing touches on the game by scoring an empty netter. Sticks and hands flew all around the bench as the team knew they were back-to-back Stanley Cup Champs.

As the buzzer sounded, ending the game, the team stormed to ice and Murray. The feeling was surreal, as you all congratulated each other on accomplishing what everyone thought was impossible. There was hug after hug with each of your teammates, until the time-old tradition of shaking hands took place. It was then that you finally got a chance to look for (Y/N), yet you couldn't seem to find her. As soon as you shook your last hand, you headed for the bench to look for her. "Have you seen (Y/N)?" you asked Jon Taglenetti after hugging the equipment manager.

"She was right here a second ago." He turned to look for her, but neither of you could find her. You were distracted from looking for her by your agent coming up and congratulating you. From there it was more hugs and selfies with the guys until they started the trophy presentation. You were still looking for her when Gary Bettman announced you as the Conn Smythe winner. So much so that you didn't even hear him say your name. It took a couple people telling you, that you'd won before you actually went up to receive the thing.

When you skated back to the bench, you finally saw her. Standing in the back, there she was smiling and chatting with your family. She saw you and her smile grew even wider. You wanted to run back and hug her, lift her off the ground and kiss her senseless, but then you heard Bettman again and it was time to raise the cup. After a few quick pictures, you lifted the Stanley Cup high over your head and gave a loud cheer. It was a once in a lifetime achievement and here you'd done it twice in a row. You passed it off to Ron Hainsey, a guy that had been in the league quite a while and only this season was playing in his first playoff game. The man was giddy, and you couldn't blame him.

It took a bit for you to reach your parents and (Y/N), but when you did your eyes lit up even brighter, for there she was wearing her WAGS jacket with your names splayed across the back. She hung back a bit, letting you hug your mom, then your dad, and then lastly Taylor. Finally, you got to hold her in your arms. Her arms linked around your neck, as yours snaked around her waist. "Congratulations, Sid."

"Congratulations, (Y/N)," you told her in return, then planted your lips on hers. It wasn't enough though. You lifted her hips, so she had no choice but to wrap her legs around you. You'd waited a whole year for this moment, and it was definitely worth the wait. Vaguely, you were aware of the cameras not only snapping pictures but videotaping as well. None of it mattered, for only you and (Y/N) existed at this moment. You deepened the kiss, letting your tongue glide into her mouth and savor every second of being with (Y/N).

(Y/N) was first to pull back from the kiss, yet you didn't release her to the ground. "I think we're creating a scene." She whispered, her forehead resting on yours.

"Good." Let them look you thought, for you wanted the world to know that not only had you just won the Stanley Cup, but you were sharing it with the woman you loved. You chased her lips one last time before Geno clasped you on the back.

"Time for group picture." Only then did you set (Y/N) down, though you still held her hand forcing her into the group shot with the cup. Of course, she let you go, to be in front with all the guys, hanging to the background, yet still in the frame. Things became a bit of a blur after that, there were pictures with the guys. Geno making sure that there was one of the two of you holding your third cup together.

Media pulled you here and there until you were finally able to get a chance and take a few pictures yourself with the cup. Your entire family, including (Y/N) was able to grab some shots with the coveted trophy. It was your mom that insisted you get some with just you and (Y/N). While you'd been able to achieve what was almost impossible and win the Stanley Cup three times, you knew that you might never get this opportunity again, so you took her up on the suggestion.

Before long, everyone was heading back to the locker room to celebrate. Champagne and beer flowed freely both around the room and in the cup. You were drenched in it but didn't care one bit. The party went on for a couple more hours, before things wrapped up and you were able to head back to the hotel. The night seemed perfect, just like you dreamed it would be a year ago. Well, that was entirely right. Something was missing and you had an idea what it was. As you got off the bus, you sought out (Y/N). "Are you coming down to my room?"

"Yeah, as soon as I shower."

"Alright, see you in a bit." A plan already formulating in your head. You carried the cup up to your room, then rummaged through your bag looking for exactly what you needed. It wasn't anywhere near what you and Flower had talked about on the plane, but it somehow just felt right. Calling down to the front desk, you asked if there were any candles that you could have. Maybe it was the fact that you were, who you were, or the fact that you'd just won the Stanley Cup, but they didn't even question the request; running them up to your room in record time. You lit them, then grabbed your phone; sending (Y/N) the same text you'd sent her a year ago. If you have a sec, can you come down here? You wondered if she would remember how you'd sent her that to get her to your room that night. She had come running, hair still wet from just showering. It had taken a bit of coaxing for her to stay with you that night, but she eventually caved. Tonight, you knew you wouldn't have to do that, but you were just as nervous as you waited for her to get there.

A knock at the door told you she was there and you glanced back making sure the cup was behind you before opening the door. "Seriously, babe, the same text. I was heading down here…" Her words died as she finally took in the candlelit room. "What are you…"

You grabbed both of her hands, drawing her further into the room. The door shutting with a loud click behind her. "I didn't plan on doing this tonight, but somehow it feels right." You could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she realized what was about to happen. It made you even more nervous about what her answer would be. "My whole life has been totally focused on one thing…hockey. But then you walked in and turned my world upside down." You could still remember that first night you saw her. God, how you'd wanted her, but even then, you knew she wasn't some one-night stand. (Y/N) had always been the woman men brought home to meet their parents and that's what scared the hell out of you. "I was stupid back then. I couldn't see how I could have a relationship with you and still focus on all the goals I wanted to achieve." You laughed then, partly out of nerves, but mostly at your stupidity back then. "I tried to fight it at first. I'm honestly surprised you talked to me after the way I treated you when you started with us." It was (Y/N)'s turn to laugh. You had no doubt, that there were times she wondered the same thing. "But then it was like there was some unseen force just pulling us together. Kinda like magnets, eh? First the elevator, then dinner that night, and so many other little things. Somehow it finally made it through my thick brain, how perfect we actually are for each other. I just needed to get you on board with it. Which was a lot more difficult than I thought it would be, but you finally relented. Almost a year to date, when we won the cup. Now, here we are, a year later and I not only have you, the sweetest, most kind, and loving woman out there, but we won the cup again. We did that together, baby." (Y/N) never considered her contributions made that much of a difference but you and the team knew better. She was just as much a part of this win as everyone else. "And I want to do everything in life with you forever."

You'd been standing there, with the cup at your back holding her hands while you'd poured your heart out. Dropping her right hand, you moved back so she could see the coveted trophy you'd just won. There laying inside was the small velvet box, you'd kept hidden away from her these last few weeks. Many things had gone in there, champagne, beer, pasta, even cereal, but none felt as special as the ring you'd picked out for (Y/N). You fell to one knee, still holding her left hand. "(Y/N), I love you more than anything in this world, including this big silver cup right here. And I don't want to try and win another one of these…or anything for that matter, without you by my side." The corner of your mouth tilted up in that crooked smile that she loved so much. "So, will you make me the happiest man in the world and do me the honor of becoming my wife?" Your hands were shaking as you waited for her answer. Never in your life had you been this nervous; not during the draft or your first NHL game, but now it seemed as though they were out of control as you waited.

It was probably only a few seconds but it felt like an eternity before she smiled through a few tears. "Yes, Sid. Yes, I'll marry you."

She was in your arms the minute the words left her mouth, as you came to your feet and picked her up off of hers. Her lips met yours in a kiss that spoke of all the love you had for each other and all the love you would share until the end of time. Some part of you still couldn't believe that she said yes as you finally set her back down on the floor. (Y/N) was everything you'd dreamed of, only you hadn't realized it until she came into your life and now you were getting to share the rest of yours with her. Reaching into the cup, you picked up the case that held the ring that would grace her hand for all time. She was shaking as you took it out of the container to place on her finger. "Sid, it's too much." She whispered as she finally took in the sight of the diamond.

All you could do was smile at her. "Nothing is too much for you, baby." You slipped it on her ring finger then. "I want the world to know how much I love you."

She kissed you again, something you looked forward to doing for the rest of your lives together. "I love you too." She held her hand out and you both just stood there admiring the ring, for different reasons. To you, it symbolized so much more than being an engaged couple. It was a commitment, not only to (Y/N) but to all the things that would come in the future, and oh how bright that future looked now. "It's beautiful," she breathed out, breaking you out of your musings.

"Just like the woman wearing it."

"I'm not so sure about that, considering I ran down here after that text. My hair is still a mess."

Kissing her again, you pulled her close. "You'll always be gorgeous to me, even when we're old and gray."

"Well, if you keep scaring me like that. I'll be gray before you know it."

"Alright, I promise, no more texts like that. As long as I have you by my side, that's all I need."

(Y/N) looked down at the ring on her finger again. "Looks like you're stuck with me forever."

Her eyes shifted back to yours before you breathed out. "Forever, won't be long enough."

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[alstroemeriadissonance]

hello alstro! i hope you are doing fine. also, how did you do after seeing vyn in main story ch. 8 pv? XD

this plot bunny has been in my mind for days and i need to set it free. if it’s not too much, could you please write a fic (set in their getting-to-know-each-other phase) of rosa masturbating to thoughts of vyn with her feeling guilty and ashamed afterwards?

Fantasies (NSFW)

My bias towards masturbation is getting in the way of writing Rosa feeling actual guilt or shame, so instead here she is just flustered and distracted, hee. Hope that still works out for you!

Also goddamn this thing grew a mind of its own. I was gonna make this something short and sweet and my ideas gremlin decided I'm not getting any sleep again so here we are.

NSFW, MDNI as usual, etc etc.

Mentions use of an unconventional sex toy.

“So, Rosa,” Vyn begins as he sits once again on his usual chair by the table in the NXX Conference Room. “I suppose you are not sure why I had you stay after the meeting?” He folds his hands on the table as he looks at you with concern clearly in his eyes.

You have been dreading this moment ever since you noticed Vyn throwing glances at you every now and then, during Luke’s report on NSB’s lab results earlier.

Of course you know the answer: you have been very, very out of it lately. You could not even pay attention when your senior partner, Artem, questioned vital details in Luke’s report–something that you should have taken notes of for later discussion with your boss.

And as to who is distracting you…

…he is sitting across from you by the conference table. Right at that very moment.

Vyn repeats his question; you must have zoned out yet again. “Rosa?” he now surreptitiously peers into your eyes, his gaze flickering between your face and hands. Probably looking for any concerning tells.

“Oh. I’m sorry, Dr. Richter,” you muster the best apologetic smile you can manage. “Not really, no. Could you please give me a hint?”

Yes, crack a small joke. Pretend everything is normal.

…It is hard to act normal, you find, around Vyn. But still, you flash him a smile. Even if you are dying inside.

Of guilt? Embarrassment?

Humiliation? Or rather, the awareness of Dr. Vyn Richter possibly knowing about the sin you committed against him?

“You have been distracted as of late. Is it something I can help you with?” he asks you, in his most soothing, gentle voice.

A honeyed, mellifluous music to your ears that feels as if it wraps you in soft silk; his voice flowing from his soft, delectable lips. Lips that are most definitely made for kissing, and probably more…

You lose yourself to your daydreams yet again.

What brings you back to earth is Vyn’s gentle touch on your forehead with the back of his long, slender, fingers.

You flinch, not because the touch is offensive, but rather it overwhelms you; it is a touch that you have spent so much of your waking hours daydreaming about. I wonder, how would it feel if Vyn laid his hands on me? Is one of your frequent thoughts that fill your daytime reveries.

And now his fingertips brush your forehead; the touch of his cool fingertips sending electric jolts throughout, and you can feel gooseflesh rise on most of your upper body.

A flaming inferno of a blush razes your face.

All the while Vyn is closely studying your reaction as he gently sweeps your forehead with his fingers.

Oh shit, does he know?

You wouldn’t put it past him if he already did.

“N-no, nothing, really,” you tell him after some time, trying your best to avert your eyes from his now intense stare.

“You are flushed, with what feels like a low-grade fever,” Vyn says, his words oddly slow and measured. “I have some medicine upstairs. Come with me…”

And as you stand up to follow him out of the conference room and make the way to his Victorian mansion, your thoughts could not help but relive the grave sin you have committed last night.

===

Last night.

One of your most cherished items resides in the memory of your smartphone.

It is a stolen photograph of Dr. Vyn Richter, taken when he was conducting one of his lectures.

Your favorite pastime upon settling into your bed for the night is staring at this photo before you sleep; this night is no exception. Tonight your fingers lovingly touch the picture displayed in vivid, crisp colors of the crystal display; it is zoomed into his beautiful face: his expression frozen in that moment when he was giving a small motivational speech to his class prior to their exams. It was a friendly smile, a chaste smile. But for someone as obsessed over him as you…

You trace his lips, rendered in high definition; lips so soft that you often wonder how they would feel were they pressed against your own..

Or running across your naked skin.

A small sigh escapes you as you close your eyes and put down your phone, letting your imagination go further down the rabbit hole of irredeemable lusting after your work colleague. How does the illustrious Dr. Vyn Richter feel when making love? You wonder.

His long, slender fingers. Those fingers that you always see swiping through files on his tablet. Those digits that effortlessly flip playing cards. Those fingers that lovingly caress his prized, delicate roses.

You imagine him, with his fingers, tenderly tracing a path starting from your cheek, down your neck…

Just thinking isn’t enough. You find yourself aiding your imagination by using your own fingers, pretending it is him touching you.

Your fingertips now tease your neck, sliding down to your clavicle, and then cresting the swell of your breast.

You envision Vyn, naked and on top of you, his soft lips planting a kiss on your breast, then taking your nipple in his lips.

“Ahh..Vyn…” you whisper his name as you roll your nipple between your thumb and forefinger, moistened with your saliva to simulate him licking your sensitive nipple to hardened peaks.

Then you wonder what his voice would sound like, during lovemaking. You have always loved his soft voice that sounds like a lover’s during pillow talk.

Does he do dirty talk? Will he call you his slut, if worked up enough?

You imagine him calling you his, at least, in that sultry voice.

“Vyn, Vyn,” you chant his name softly in between shallow breaths. “Vyn, I want…”

Your free hand slithers down your abdomen down to your now wet, throbbing pussy. Slick with your juices, your fingertips effortlessly flick at your sensitive clit. You imagine Vyn, still in his white coat uniform, kneeling in between your legs with his tongue running stripes along your cunt; his silver haired head wedged in your inner thighs as he pleasures you with his mouth.

“Hahn…Vyn…” Once again you moan his name, your hands never stopping your own ministrations on your nipple and clit. You are now working yourself close to the edge; but there’s a certain emptiness that needs to be filled…

But you do not own a dildo, nor any sex toy. Ah, shit. Groaning, you reach towards the bedside dresser for the nearest thing that you think could service you: a hairbrush with a long, rounded handle.

Impatiently you work in the handle into your hungry sex; it slides inside effortlessly. Slowly you start thrusting it in and out of you; your hand guides it so it hits that spot every time you plunge the brush handle inside your cunt.

In your mind’s eye you see Vyn on top of you, with your legs wrapped around his waist; him panting as he drives his hard cock inside you over and over.

The imagery turns you on so much that your other hand now slides down from your breast to rub at your clit furiously as you fuck yourself with the hairbrush handle. And in your imagination, all you can see is Vyn, Vyn who looks at you with lust-filled eyes; Vyn whose wonderful-sounding moans and whispers of your name fill your mind.

Your hands fuck and rub your cunt in a frenzy; slowly you feel tendrils of white-hot pleasure spread from your loins, yet the moment where you go over the edge comes suddenly and you shout Vyn’s name over and over in your bedroom, as you come undone by your fingers and around the handle of your hairbrush…

===

Vyn’s Victorian-themed mansion is conveniently connected to the NXX Headquarters; it does not take you more than a couple of minutes to finally emerge from the cellar to the brightly-lit living room where Vyn says he keeps his first aid kit and medicine cabinet.

The doctor gestures towards one of the plush chairs. “Take a seat, please,” he says. And as soon as you settle down, looking like a trapped mouse with nowhere to go, Vyn bends over to once again gauge your temperature by placing his fingers upon your forehead. “Low-grade fever,” he murmurs again.

He also peers closely into your eyes. Is he trying to suss out something?

And his facial expression is now poker-faced, unreadable. You cannot help but fidget under his intense, probing stare. Damn it. Any longer and he’ll probably find out, you think, especially since you cannot stamp out the furious blushing that blooms every time he gets into close proximity, or whenever he touches you.

“Rosa,” he says as he takes the seat next to yours. “I may give you paracetamol right now, but I feel that the low-grade fever is caused by something that a pill cannot hope to address.” Vyn’s voice deepens, his champagne-gold eyes holding your gaze. “Would you tell your close friend what is bothering you?”

Oh god. He is definitely on to me.

You squirm in your seat as you unconsciously wring your hands.

“Rosa?” Vyn now tips his head to the side inquiringly. “Or is the problem…something to do with me?”

You gasp, and you shake your head a little too vigorously. “NO! Uh, no! Not you Dr. Richter, most definitely not!” You sputter the words out, rapid fire. “Ahaha. Um.”

And then your voice trails off, leaving a very awkward moment of silence in its wake.

Vyn sighs, but with a small smile playing upon his lips. “I would rather that you be honest with me,” he says, tone resigned. “But with the way you say it, you sound like a young girl with a crush on her teacher.”

You freeze on the spot, and Vyn notices.

After some thought Vyn shifts a little closer to you, and reaches out to touch your arm. His eyes closely watch your reaction; as gooseflesh flare up and your blush deepens his tiny little hunch is confirmed.

“...for me,” he murmurs in a voice so soft it is almost inaudible, like a personal prayer. “You have…feelings for me?”

Somehow, you imagine you see a flicker of pleading in his eyes, but it is gone all too soon.

“Rosa,” he says. “Please. I am sorry for sounding presumptuous, or forceful,” Vyn takes in a deep breath, as if to steel himself. “I would like to know if you do have feelings for me. You can deny, and I shall quickly drop this conversation and pretend it never happened. On my word.”

And when you look at him, you can see nothing but Vyn with his eyes full of barely-hidden anticipation.

Is it possible…?

“Dr. Richter, if, hypothetically speaking,” you begin, hesitatingly, “...If I do have a crush on you. Um.” you unknowingly wring your hands once again, and this does not escape Vyn’s observant gaze. “This would be a problem at work, right?”

“Hahaha,” a small laugh escapes Vyn’s lips. “Not necessarily. The members of the NXX Investigations Team are all of equal footing; there should be little to no conflict of interest should relationships form between members. So,” Vyn once again poses the question. “Please, tell me what you feel about me.” A pause. “Again, this is just between you and me, and let me know if you feel this conversation is uncomfortable for you. I will drop it if so.”

You bite your lip. Should I come clean now?

The way Vyn poses the question makes it sound that he is likely to reciprocate, but–

Then you look at him, really look at him, and you notice the way Vyn is staring at you with such hope.

Well, if Dr. Richter says it's okay, then it’s probably okay, you think before you take the leap of faith.

“Yeah. I’ve had a crush on you for a long while now, Dr. Richter.” Your voice once again trails off into awkward, deafening, silence.

You try to pass off your crush obsession as a small, funny, inconsequential thing with a sheepish laugh. “Haha.” But Vyn’s now fervid gaze kills that attempt dead.

Vyn breathes a small sigh of relief.

Yet another question comes from him. “And is there a specific reason you are being a little too distracted today?”

“Um, I really do not think you’d like the answer to that question, Dr. Richter,”

Oh shit. Come on.

“Try me.” Vyn flashes you a small smile. “Because after what you just told me, I will double my efforts in wooing you, until I make you say yes in becoming my lover.”

What.

“I’m sorry, Dr. Richter. Run that by me again?”

Vyn shifts in his seat, his weight on the armrest nearest you as he leans in closer. “In case you were not paying attention during our little outings, Rosa. I,” He reaches out to trace the outline of your lips with his fingertip, then kisses the same fingertip with reverence. “...am enamored with you. Hence I am telling you now, outright: I am pursuing you.”

You gasp, and your mind blanks out at that sweet, sweet moment. Your head swims in light-headedness, but you catch yourself before your body pitches forward, stunned.

He takes one of your hands, cradling it with both of his own. “Relentlessly.” Vyn–as he holds your gaze–gently lifts your trembling hand to his lips, planting a reverent kiss on your knuckle.

But there’s no need to do all that song and dance, right? You think, as soon as you recover your wits. No need.

“Dr. Richter. I don’t think you should pursue me,” you tell him, your voice oddly cool and calm.

“Oh, why so?” Vyn looks at you with that maddening knowing smile of his.

The cheek.

“Because,” you take a deep breath. “You already have me.”

“Really.” Vyn drops his smile. “Are you sure?”

Ugh. Why does he have to make me spell out everything?

“Yes.”

All of a sudden a strange, unnerving smile spreads across his face.

Vyn laughs quietly. “Hahaha, oh Rosa, Rosa,” he stands up, gathering you into his arms. “Rosa, my little pet,” his whisper comes soft, alluring. “If you only knew,” he breathes as he nuzzles your neck, “If you only knew.” His arms coil tightly around you, and he starts to pepper small, ardent kisses on your face, neck, and he eventually settles on giving you the best French kiss you have ever received in your life.

His embrace feels like you’ve belonged there for ages, and yet this is the first time the doctor has ever held you this close, not even when he grabbed you to safety in that rickety drawbridge where you called to him for help.

“If you only knew, how much you occupy my thoughts,” Vyn says as he breathes heavily, after pulling away from the kiss. “Rosa, I think I understand what has been plaguing you of late.” Another grin spreads on his face, devilish this time. “You have been fantasizing about us?”

You freeze in his arms, mortified.

He lets out a dark chuckle. “There is nothing wrong about having fantasies, pet,” he says with a self-satisfied grin. “It is only when they are translated into action can the fantasies be exposed to judgment. And in your case, the fantasies…get in the way of your work.”

He plants a wet kiss on your nape, sending you shuddering in his arms. “And so, to help you along with your current predicament…”

He dips down to nibble your ear, making you squirm and moan, to his utter delight.

“...would you like to play a little game that would let us get to know each other,”

He softly blows into your ear, teasing you, and laughs a little when you moan in surprise. ”In an intimate manner, of course.”

“Oh god,” is all you can say in the face of what will eventually turn out to be his deep, dark obsession over you.

===

The both of you do not bother undressing yet even as you make out on his bed. Oh god. This is really happening, you realize as Vyn gropes your breasts through the fabric of your blouse. This is really happening.

He is slotted between your legs, the both of you still fully clothed–him still donning the white coat of his research center uniform–yet you can feel him press his all-too-obvious erection against the dampening crotch of your panties covering your swollen, wet, aroused cunt.

You feel his hands undo the buttons of your blouse, as he distracts you with yet another deep kiss that totally blows your fantasies out of the water. Vyn’s kisses blaze like fires of sin, all-consuming and depraved. You now feel silly for even feeling guilty about masturbating over him; this man has probably done the same over you, and more.

He parts your blouse as soon as he is done, exposing your bra-covered breasts, “Do you want to play the game I mentioned earlier?” he asks as he dips down to tongue your collarbone. “You may find it…cathartic.”

There’s only one answer to that question, and you tell him thus, “Yes. Yes–ah! Of course…”

“I am glad,” Vyn says as he extricates himself from the heated embrace to sit up on the bed. “The game…fosters honesty and communication,” his voice somehow switches to the one he uses during lectures, “As such, I recommend it.” He then smiles at you amiably. “Would you like to know the rules?”

You are still catching your breath after Vyn’s relentless kissing, and so you merely nod.

“Simply put, my pet,” Vyn’s voice once again lowers to a more sultry, sensual quality. “You tell me your fantasies, as explicitly as you can.”

Your eyes widen, horrified at the thought.

“...and I shall enact them, to your specifications.” He licks his lips, “Simple enough, yes?”

Upon seeing your embarrassed reactions Vyn lets out a soft laugh once again, as he lets his fingers brush lightly upon the wet crotch of your panties. “Honesty…is amply rewarded, you may be pleased to find out,” he murmurs as he lets a fingertip flick your stiffened clit through the fabric of your underwear.

Shuddering, you let out a moan after that one flick of his finger sends you moaning in delight.

“There is more pleasure to be had if you tell me, explicitly, what you fantasize about when you…hmm.” He grins once more. “Do you masturbate, while thinking about us?”

You breath hitches at his shameless question.

“Well?” he lightly rubs at your clit with his fingers, coaxing a reply out of you.

“Y-yes!” you manage to power through the exquisite sensations threatening to overflow from your pussy. “Yes. I masturbated to you last night,” you bite your lip as you finally own up to your deed. “Which is why I’m so damn distracted today.”

“Ohoh, so you finally admit it.” Vyn lies down next to you once again, nuzzling your hair as his hand idly runs over your body. “Was it good? Did you come thinking of me last night?”

His voice is now more breathy and erotic. “Tell me, what did you think about as you pleasured yourself?”

“You were kissing me on the neck…” You begin, kicking off Vyn’s little game. “Licking me, sometimes…ahn..!”

Vyn wastes no time emulating your words. He rolls over on top of you, his lips latching onto the sensitive spot in your neck just underneath your jaw; his tongue flicking over your skin every so often. “Like this?” he murmurs against your gooseflesh-covered skin. “Tell me if I am doing it wrong.”

“Oh shit,” you moan as Vyn’s lips travel from one side of your neck to the other, his tongue leaving a heated, wet trail of his saliva. “Ah damn, so good…”

Indeed, this exercise blows your poor, overwhelmed mind, and you have barely even started.

“What next, pet? What did you imagine me doing to you?”

Might as well. “Vyn, your fingers…”

Vyn hums in approval. “What about my fingers…?”

“Touching my face…then down to my breast…” You let out a small hiss as Vyn’s fingers run across your lips, and one of them slips into your mouth, touching your tongue.

“Mmph…” you suck on his finger in your mouth, and you hear Vyn let out a soft gasp.

“Good girl,” he whispers as he pulls out his finger. Sensuously his digits glide to a bra-covered breast, and his fingertips settle just underneath your soft swell. “Shall I?”

You nod wordlessly, thoroughly in too deep to refuse your Dr. Richter.

Given permission, both of his hands slip underneath your brassiere. You can hear his breath hitch, then become shallow and heavy as he hungrily gropes your breasts, his fingers feeling and testing out your full heft. “You are so beautiful,” he whispers, letting his palm brush against your nipples. “So beautiful.”

And you also feel good. Your nipples harden to sensitive peaks underneath his hands, and your back arches, pressing your breasts even closer against his palms.

“Well?” Vyn now huffs as he slides your bra upwards to fully free your soft mounds. “What else did I do to you in your fantasies?”

“B-between my legs…down there…” you begin, but it sounds so lewd and dirty that you don’t even know how to begin describing the act.

“Down here?” Vyn now slips his hand underneath the garter of your underwear, his fingers barely touching your wet cunt. “Tell me, what did you imagine me doing to your sex as you masturbated to me?”

Your breath hitches once again, yet nothing comes out of your lips when you try to speak.

Chuckling softly, Vyn decides to help you put your fantasies to words. He leans over to plant a kiss on your cheek, then whispers, “Did you imagine me doing something like this to you, down there?” He then proceeds to lick your cheek, his tongue running up and down your heated skin, simulating cunnilingus.

You moan loudly. “Damn it,” you whimper, totally defeated. “Yes! I was imagining you eating me out.”

Vyn smiles against your cheek. “No need to be embarrassed…it is me you are talking to.” He moves towards the foot of his bed, and pulls you closer to him by the thighs. “I shall be taking this off now,” he says as he hitches his thumbs into the garter of your cornflower-blue panties, slipping them off your legs in one swift motion.

Your lower half is now totally naked and exposed.

As Vyn dips down, your legs draped over his shoulders you feel his hot breath caressing your cunt, but he does not eat you out yet.

He merely presses a small kiss on your drenched sex. “Tell me, describe to me explicitly how I am performing oral sex on you.” You can practically feel his lips grinning against your pussy. “And I will do it to the utmost of my abilities.”

“You’re teasing me, Dr. Richter!”

“This is a game, after all.” comes his fast reply. “Well? Your directions, pet?”

You gulp nervously, then, “Lick me there. Please.”

Vyn then proceeds to lick your slit, from the base to the crest of your clitoris. “In this manner?” he asks.

“Yes!” you moan. “Please, Vyn, more, please…”

“As you wish,” he murmurs as he continues licking you, his hot tongue running stripes from the bottom of your cunt upwards, making sure to treat your clit with a firm flick at the end of every lick.

He’s doing it. He’s really doing it! Your breath comes in urgent huffs at this point; your fingers dig deep into his silken bed sheets as his tongue pushes you even closer to the brink, one lick at a time. Your gaze flits to the silver haired head settling down between your thighs–the very same image that you were fantasizing about last night–and the sight turns you on so much that you drive your head deeper into his pillows, your back arching…

Vyn pauses to ask, “Should I keep doing only this? Or,”

You feel a fingertip probing the entrance leading inside your wet, throbbing flesh. “Should I also make use of my fingers?”

“Oh god,” you moan aloud again. “Yes!”

Then two of his long, slender fingers work their way inside you; Vyn switches up the licking in favor of now outright sucking your clit.

Your toes now curl, and you melt into a sobbing mess all over Vyn’s bedsheets as he starts fucking you steadily with his fingers; they fill you so well that the hair brush handle from last night becomes a pisspoor option that you are never coming back to.

“Vyn, Vyn,” you chant, finally calling him by name. “Vyn, please…more,” you whimper as your hips grind against his mouth and hand. “Feels so good…”

His lips briefly let go of your clit, letting the stiffened end of his tongue pay special attention in its place with tiny flicks over its tip. His tongue now works vigorously on your clit, while his exquisite fingers drive in and out of your cunt; the delicious friction of his digits against your hungry, touch-starved flesh pushing you even further towards the brink…

“Vyn,” you finally breathe out. “I’m about to…come…”

“Then let go, pet,” he whispers in between licks. His voice beckoning you to orgasm is gentle, soft, and downright erotic. “Come for me.”

And then it overtakes you, yet again, that immense wave of pleasure that begins from your lower core, sending electric jolts of pure sensation that sends your body thrumming in bliss. “Oh god. That was…that was…”

Vyn gives your pussy one last long lick, before climbing back up next to you again. “Was that to your liking?” He hums as he pulls you into a deep kiss, your tongues sliding against each other, him letting you taste your juices still hanging from his tongue, lips, and chin. “Does it meet your expectations?”

“Blown out of the water,” is all you could say as you curl up against him. You are about to close your eyes to rest, but Vyn tips your chin upwards, prompting you to look at him.

“I do not suppose we are done already?” Vyn says with a lopsided grin. “Do you not want…” he takes one of your hands, pressing it against his erection. “This?”

You gasp, more at how boldly Dr. Vyn Richter is inviting you to actual intercourse. This is not one of the usual situations you fantasize about, but right now the image of him looking at you with a come-hither look in his eyes, as he lets you hold his considerable erection through his pants is now permanently filed in your brain for future use.

“Then tell me, tell me how I fuck you in your fantasies,” Vyn purrs as he sits up to undo his belt and the buttons of his trousers. “I shall make it come true, as much as I can.”

“Nothing special. I just imagine you…railing me hard.” You gulp nervously. “You on top of me.”

As he pulls his trousers down he asks, “Do you use toys to aid you…?”

Why is he asking? “I don’t have toys,” you admit. “But my fingers aren’t enough…”

“Do you use something to penetrate yourself when touching yourself?”

A fierce blush blooms on your face as you look away. “...A hairbrush. Its handle,” you mumble.

“A brush handle,” he repeats, his thumbs now riding the garter of his briefs. “As long as it is not wooden, then it should be fine,” he says. “But…look at me, Rosa,” he beckons. “Look at me.”

And when you finally do look at him you gasp at the sight of his equipment, stiff and proud underneath his waistcoat that he did not bother taking off.

You wonder if you could take him, and still come out of the coupling intact.

He laughs at seeing where your eyes are trained towards. “Look at me,” he repeats. “I am going to request something of you.”

And so you tear your gaze away from Vyn’s delectable cock, and towards his gently smiling face.

“This time, I am asking you to perform a fantasy of mine. Would you indulge me?” he says as he kneels between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs to pull you closer to him.

“What is it?”

The smile on his face is eclipsed by something darker in nature, yet his lips are still curved upwards in a grin. “It is nothing of much consequence,” he says. “I just want you to tell me you are mine. As I fuck you. Over and over.” The small smile on his lips widens; he is turned out by the idea. “Could you do this for me?”

“Mm. Sounds easy enough,” you nod.

Vyn then licks his lips. “Wonderful,” is all he says as he rubs the tip of his cock by your entrance. “I shall take what is mine now.”

His incredibly possessive words leave you breathless.

When he starts to enter you, it is a bittersweet moment: it is the best thing that ever happened to you–the best thing that will ever fuck you–and nothing will ever come close; you are, therefore, ruined for everyone, everything else that isn’t Vyn.

No more coherent words are spoken for the next few minutes; Vyn takes his time thrusting inside you deeper and deeper, letting your inner flesh acclimatize with his girth. Oh damn, it’s even better than I expected. Indeed, nothing can come close, and not even your imagination could come up with how perfectly Vyn stretches you and fills you up inside.

And his moans. The soft, needy sounds that escape his lips. You cannot believe that the moans come from the same man who delivers speeches and lectures that everyone in the audience hangs onto every word.

His lips, that are now raw and red with all of the kissing that you have done…

“Rosa, hngh–” he grunts as he makes that final thrust that sends him fully hilted inside.

Dammit. Vyn is inside me. He’s inside me, I can’t believe it–is the last coherent string of thought that passes your brain before he fucks you.

Vyn braces himself over you, his arms propping him up on your either side. “Remember my request, pet,” is what he says before he leans in for a deep kiss.

As he starts to move everything else in the room that isn’t you nor him no longer seems to matter; the only thing that matters at this point is the man ramming his cock inside you, over and over, chasing his release. He chants your name, this man who you also call Dr. Richter, this man who wears the respected doctor’s garb that is now ruined and debauched with how he dons his entire uniform while he fucks you truly and thoroughly senseless.

Before your thoughts turn to mush with the repeated pounding of flesh against flesh you remember his request. “Nnngh–Vyn,” your voice comes out strangled as Vyn rails you hard, driving you further into the silken bedsheets. “I’m yours–”

“Say it again!” Vyn demands, sweat beading along his brow with sheer exertion, the salt fluid dripping onto your cheek. “Tell me!”

“I’m yours, Vyn Richter, no one else's!” you cry out loud, managing a straight string of words this time. “Yours!” His pummeling inside you turns even harder, faster. “Yours!”

“Hnngh–yes, mine, and mine only!” Vyn quickly gathers you into his arms as he drives his cock into you one last time before he loses himself inside your flesh; his cock filling your cunt with his come as he ravages your lips with ravenous hungry kisses that seek to truly mark you as only his.

===

You somehow manage to be at least functional in the next NXX meeting. Artem was told–with Vyn’s corroboration–that your inattention of late was only caused by lack of sleep, and should be addressed with ample rest and nutrients.

And so all is well.

You decide to stay in the Headquarters after the other three have left.

“How is my Rosa?” Vyn asks you as soon as he confirms that all of them have left the premises. “Come sit on my lap?”

Vyn is still seated by the head of the conference table; the idea of being this intimate at work somehow feels a little bit naughty, and it never fails to turn you on.

Obediently you perch on his lap, coiling your arms around his neck. “I’m okay. Just missing you, I suppose,” are all the words you could say before he shuts you up by slipping his tongue in your mouth. “Mhm.”

“Did you receive the package the other day?” he asks with an impish grin as soon as he pulls away from the torrid kiss.

“I didn’t expect to get those, Vyn, especially from you!” you exclaim.

You are just grateful that you heeded Vyn’s warning never to open the package he sent you the other day in the office; when you finally got round to unboxing it in the comfort of your little apartment you were greeted with a few sex toys: a couple of which you need to look up on how to use them.

“I remember you saying you pleasured yourself using the handle of a hair brush,” Vyn says as he lazily nuzzles your neck. “I cannot in good conscience not procure for you options that are safer and better.”

“I can’t believe you can say something like that with a straight face, Vyn.” You let out a sigh as he nips the sensitive skin on your neck. “Especially about a dildo and a vibrator and whatever that other thing is.”

“Ahh, Rosa, my Rosa,” Vyn murmurs as he tips your face towards his, a languid smile on his face. “Should you desire me, you can always call. I will be there.”

“Oh god. Dr. Vyn Richter is in my booty call speed dial.”

The conference room is filled with Vyn’s laughter.

[strangelysamantha]

Hey, I saw that your requests were open. I was wondering if you could write a JJ Maybank x plus size reader imagine. Where Barry keeps making sexual comments and harassing the reader that are unwanted. She finally tells JJ, and he get really mad and tries to fight Barry, but the reader stops him. Please make it as angst as possible. Side note I love your writing.

forceful ☆

jj maybank x plus!reader.

warnings: yelling, sexual comments, swearing, bruise marks.

words: 1,218.

summary: barry continuously flirts and sexualizes you, and when jj finds out, it isn’t pretty.

request? yeah!

a/n: thanks for the request! if you enjoyed this please like and comment!! more stories out tonight, as well as this weekend!!! <3

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“come on baby, you know you’ll want this sooner or later.” barry bit his lip, his eyes raking up and down your body. you scoff in anger. “no barry, i really won’t.” he chuckles, “they all say that but it ain’t true.” he walks towards you, his hands immediately falling on your hips. you back up, shuddering in disgust, causing his hands to fall to his sides. “barry, i’m serious. don’t say that stuff.” he only smirks at you.

“you’ll come around, a girl like you deserves to be pleased and loved… the right way.” you stare at him, shaking your head. “barry, you disgust me.” your arms cross together. he only laughs, “baby, you just need to have one night with me, that’s all it takes before you realize what you’re missin’ out on.” his words make you sick. “whatever barry.”

you start to walk away, but he firmly grabs your wrist. he tightens his grip against them, “i don’t remember sayin’ you can leave.” you try to walk away again, but he yanks you back. his pressure on your wrist was sure to leave a mark. “barry please let me go.” he smirks down at you, admiring you. “i love when you beg.” your grimace goes unnoticed by him, so he continues to smile.

he eventually let go of your wrist and waits patiently. “barry?” you question. he nods, biting his lip. “yes?” he smirks down at you, his eye’s still devouring your body. “i do have to get going, i have work in a hour.” he frowns at you, “fine. do you need a ride?” you shake your head, remaining calm. “no thank you.” he nods, allowing you to go.

you quickly walk away, glad you could escape barry. you rush to john b’s house. immediately, you go to jj’s room, grabbing one of his hoodies. despite the harsh heat, you knew you needed to wear a hoodie so the bruises weren’t apparent to jj. you go to the kitchen, opening the freezer to grab ice.

you put ice into a ziplock bag, alternating it from wrist to wrist. it seems you are too late, the bruises are already apparent and forming. from jj’s room, you can hear him and john b approaching the house. they were talking nonsense, and you didn’t care enough to listen. you quickly extinguished any evidence of the ice, dropping the somewhat melted ice into the toilet, and disposing of the plastic bag. you jump on the bed, curling up in a ball showcasing you were trying to sleep.

jj walked into his room, him immediately noticing you on his bed. he smiled softly, admiring you. he was certainly confused as to why you were wearing a hoodie when it was so hot outside. he went to his closet, pulling one of his tee shirts out for you.

he approached you on the bed, and he gently shook you awake. “hey baby.” you pretend to stir, acting like you were just waking up. “jj?” you groggily question. “hey… let’s get you out of this hoodie. it’s too hot, i don’t want you to overheat and get sick.” he cautiously reaches forward, reaching for the bottom of your hoodie. you smack his arm, and he quickly retreats.

“what?” he stares at you. “i’m cold.” he frowns, reaching forward to feel your forehead. “but you seem red and hot.” you shake your head. “fine.” you didn’t want to argue, that would be suspicious. he smiles, reaching for the bottom of your hoodie again.

your mind is running wild, scared of what he will say about the bruises on your wrist. he fully takes the hoodie off, he smirks as he admires your boobs. “hey!” you shy away, turning your head. he chuckles. “what? i’m just enjoying the view.” you roll your eyes, smiling slightly. “i can put my own shirt on, by the way.” he shakes his head, “i know but you seem sick, are you sure you feel okay.” you nod your head, “yeah.”

“okay, here.” he hands you the shirt, and you swiftly pull it over your head. it takes jj two seconds before he notices the bruises that litter your wrist. “what the fuck is this?” he carefully lifts your arm, ensuring he wasn’t hurting you. “my wrists.” he scoffs, “well no shit. why are they bruised?” you contemplate telling him, and by the look on his face, you can tell he isn’t in the mood for jokes.

“okay, barry grabbed me on the wrist. but it isn’t a big deal, i’m okay.” he shakes his head, “context, please.” you nod. “barry kept saying sexual stuff and so i tried to leave but he grabbed me and wouldn’t let me leave. but it’s okay, i escaped him.”

jj inhaled sharply, he removed his hand from your arm. “what was he saying?” jj watched your face closely. “why does it matter jj? just drop it.” you didn’t want this to be a whole thing. “no, what did he say? i need to know how badly i need to hit him.” you frown, “jj! please don’t make me relive it.” he shakes his head, “are you serious? he said so much shit you don’t even want to think about it? what the fuck?” you shake your head, “jj he isn’t worth it. please, don’t fight him.”

jj glances at you, but quickly looks away. “i’m sorry, but he can’t get away with that shit.” you grab his bicep. “jj i’m serious, please.” you frown at him, and he avoids your gaze. “if you fight him, then he will know for sure he hit a nerve, and he’ll only get worse.” your words persuade him. “fine, i won’t fight him, even though he deserves it.”

you smile, pulling him into a hug. “thank you jj.” you pull away. “i’m only doing it for you, if you hadn’t said not to, i would have stomped his face in.” you smile, “while i do agree, he definitely deserves that, it really isn’t worth it. i promise, if he doesn’t stop, and it gets worse, then you can fight him.” jj smirks, “bet, he better watch out.” you laugh, “yeah, he’s so scared of you.” jj glares at you, “he is! and if he isn’t scared yet, he will be soon.”

you bite your lip, glad the situation didn’t end up badly. he swiftly stands up, pulling you into a hug, before pulling away. his arm wraps around your waist, him clinging onto you while you walk to the kitchen. “we should ice your wrists.” you nod, “i iced them when i got home.” he looked over at you, “okay…? we are still going to ice them.” you scoff jokingly, “i know, i wasn’t saying we weren’t going to, i was just giving you vital information.” jj laughed, then opened the freezer grabbing handfuls of ice, while you got the plastic bag from earlier. you met up with him, holding the plastic bag open, he places the ice in the bag.

you two walk to the couch, cuddling together. one of jj’s arms is wrapped around your shoulder, while the other one holds ice to your wrist. you lay your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and his breathing. you felt calm and safe.

[oohfluffy]

Still You | DKS

Fluffy's note: Hi! This is my fourth series to be posted here in Tumblr. I know it's been a long long time since I went on hiatus due to my super busy college life in architecture school. Many might have left already or forgotten that this blog exists, but I'd still be happy to share this story with the ones who are still here. I'm currently writing this one, so expect slow updates from this turtle author :< hope you guys are all safe and well!

Group: EXO

Member: Do Kyungsoo

Theme: Angst | Fluff | Neighbor!AU

stillness. and then, you came.

This book cover is edited by yours truly again.  😘

Still

It was a very rainy day.

You couldn't help but to buy a cup of coffee at the cafe right across from your workplace after work. Your boss lashed out at you for a little mistake, everyone's in a bad mood, your blouse got caught on a random metal wire by your desk, and the photocopy machine decided to break as soon as you were clicking its start button.

Fuck, you thought like a mantra. 

Of all the days in the week, why did you have to be so unlucky today? A monday, really?

"That would be ₩5,560, ma'am… Ma'am?" 

"Oh," you cursed in your head as you took out whatever bill you had in your wallet. Your cheeks burned as you felt the stare the cashier was giving you. He must have been calling you thrice now. "Here, I'm sorry."

"No problem. I received ₩6,000."

You unconsciously scratched the back of your neck as you looked up. 

Why didn't I look up earlier?

The cashier had his thick eyebrows furrowed as he pressed his finger tips on the screen in front of him, quickly pulling out the drawer to place the bills he got. His dark hair looked so neat and thick that it made me want to touch and ruffle it. He wasn't smiling, but his cheeks are so plump and—

"Your change, ma'am."

You blinked your eyes a couple of times before you focused on his face. His rounded eyes were staring into yours with indifference, but why the hell did your heart pound so quickly? You snatched the change from his hand before taking your order away. 

"Thanks." You mumbled shyly as you embarrassingly got out of the line. 

Shit, he's cute. I think he's new here? You thought as you bit your lip, placing your cup on the table right by the glass wall facing the sidewalk. You could still see him from this area. You just noticed that most of the customers were old people and a minority were girls, probably from the nearby high school. 

"I couldn't see his name tag. How stupid." You said to yourself as you took a sip from your cup. It was already past 5pm. "Ugh, I need to get home." 

Who the hell forgot her umbrella then? Nam Eunjoo.

"I officially hate this day." 

"Excuse me." 

"Fuck." You exclaimed as you almost spilled your hot coffee. Your eyes were already blazing, ready to release all of the stored stresses and frustrations of this day. "Who the hell—"

"I'm so sorry! Were you hurt? Did it spill? I'll get a mop, first, and I'll refill your cup." 

It was the cute cashier.

"N-No, no need. Uhm, it didn't get to my pants." You were surprised that he panicked, his warm and calming voice raising which still sounded like music to your ears. You quickly took a peek at his name tag.

Kyungsoo

"So, what did you need, Kyungsoo-ssi?" You were hesitating if you should look into his eyes, but that would mean your cheeks would be on fire. 

"We're offering rentable umbrellas since it's been pouring for a while now." He raised an umbrella on his right hand, still with an unreadable expression. Can't he smile a bit? "Just go to the counter and write your name. It's going to be limited, so if you badly need one, you can take one." He looked at the spilled coffee on your table and frowned. "I'll refill that cup."

"It's really fine, I'll be going after a few minutes anyway." You smiled, trying to look as harmless as you can. "Thanks for the heads up, I'll surely rent one 'cause I badly need one, heh." You awkwardly chuckled as you glanced at his reaction.

He didn't look happy with the spilled coffee.

"I'll drink the rest of this one," You raised the cup as you nodded at him. "Thanks."

"Okay then." He slowly bowed before moving onto the next table.

He's cute, but he could at least look friendly? 

"Am I that annoying today? No one even wants to smile at me. Sucks." You mumbled as you looked out by the glass window. The street lights start to light up, and the number of people walking increases as the sun sets, marking the end of the day. It was just the beginning of the week, but you feel like your exhaustion meter was at its peak already. 

After 10 minutes, you made sure to drink all of the coffee inside that cup, thinking how that cashier guy stared at your spilling— that was his fault anyway. You stood up from your seat, and walked to the counter as he said earlier. You glanced at the side and he was not in sight. 

He must be on break or out of his shift already.

"Excuse me, I'll be renting one please." You told the girl by the counter, who smiled instantly as she handed you the paper full of names with numbers. "I'll be writing only my name, right?"

"Yes, we'll be giving you an assigned number so we can easily take note of who rented the umbrellas." She said in a light manner, so much in contrast to that previous guy. You quickly wrote your name and paid a very reasonable amount. "Thank you. See you again tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you."

You took the umbrella which was lighter than yours and walked out of the cafe. It was still heavily raining, but people were still loud and laughing with the umbrellas over their heads. Some were even running around with their coats serving as a cover, but they were all smiling. 

How lucky.

You quickly spread open the umbrella as you got out, preparing yourself to walk back across the street. The bus station was a few blocks away, but it's better than before where you had to take a taxi to the nearest station from your home. You just need to take this one route—

"Excuse me, ma'am!" You were suddenly pulled back by someone. Someone with a very familiar voice.

"Shit!" You cursed loudly as you felt the cold rainwater slightly wet your bag. You let out a deep sigh before looking back at the person who stopped you. "What the hell do you want now?"

His eyes were glimmering, reflecting the street lights so clearly you nearly got drawn into them. His hair was slightly ruffled, his apron smudged with a few colors, and his cheeks were red. You thought he wasn't around anymore.

"I'm sorry about earlier. I think I made you feel bad. Well, you're not the first one." He awkwardly touched his cheek. You instantly thought that he heard you mumble earlier. Oh god, just let the ground swallow me whole now. "I know this is not much, but here's a freebie as compensation." He handed you a small bag of cookies with a pink ribbon. "I hope you still come back. I'll work on my friendliness."

"Pft." You took the bag of cookies with a big grin, excited with the freebie. Not just the freebie though.  "Well, I'm not holding any grudge, that's just very low. I like the coffee here, and I just work right across the street, so I'll surely be coming back. And yeah," You slightly waved the umbrella in your hand. "I need to return this one."

Kyungsoo widened his eyes as he realized that. He looked at your eyes briefly before looking at the street. You figured that he's embarrassed as well, making you chuckle as you realize you two might be more similar than you thought.

"Thank you for the cookies. I really appreciate the gesture, but you didn't have to. I would have appreciated your words all the same." You smiled.

"Yeah, I'd take note of that." 

And then, he smiled.

It was so beautiful that your mind buffered for a second. 

How lucky. You thought.

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this is just the prologue.

☘ Ch.1

[jjacob]

all i want for christmas is you

❝ the school had started to take notice of you. lee juyeon, however, had always noticed. ❞

PAIRING ▸ lee juyeon x fem!reader (ft. best friend!lee minho)

GENRES ▸ fluff, high school au, sports au, best friends to lovers au

WARNINGS ▸ mild profanity but !! lots of !! fluff !! 

SUMMARY ▸ the bet was simple: find a date to the winter ball. the only problem was that juyeon didn’t want just any girl. he wanted you.

PLAYLIST ▸ all i want for christmas is you by mariah carey

WORD COUNT ▸ 5055 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ merry christmas! this is a gift for addy @honeyju​ the biggest juyeon simp ik !! ily addy i am excited/scared/not emotionally ready to read the minho one which ! btw y’all should read here bc our stories are loosely connected! also disclaimer: i know jack shit ab football but i tried

LEE JUYEON TENDED TO REGRET HALF THE THINGS HE SAID SOMETIMES. 

In eighth grade, Juyeon’s sense of humor was largely self-deprecating and consisted of saying he wanted to die at the slightest inconvenience. But, with his spectacular timing, he let the joke slip in front of a teacher once and froze up upon seeing her concerned expression. Juyeon later received a note from the counselor’s office and had to convince them that he was perfectly fine.

In tenth grade, Juyeon had grown past his phase of dark humor and moved onto high school football. He made the cut for the team the previous year, and managed to make it on the varsity team by the time he was a sophomore. In the beginning of the season, they asked who wanted to be captain the next year, and Juyeon boldly declared that he did. Thus, he was ridiculed and sentenced to pick up balls and clean up the gym after every practice from then on.

Now, as a high school junior in the varsity football team, Juyeon had screwed himself over by making a stupid bet with his best friend, Lee Minho.

Lee Minho was, in short, a conniving bastard. Juyeon never should have trusted him and gone along with his antics. The mere thought of what he had gotten himself into was enough to send his heart into overdrive.

The bet sounded simple enough: find a date to the Winter Ball.

Of course, it was easier said than done, but Juyeon was a star athlete and had girls sliding in his DMs left and right. He could easily find a date if he wanted to, and, honestly, Juyeon only needed to send a few texts and he would probably be secured for the dance. The problem was, however, that Juyeon only wanted you.

Minho was well aware of Juyeon’s pitiful, unrequited love towards you. It was probably the reason he suggested the bet; his best friend either wanted to see him miserable or see him score a chance with you. Either way, Juyeon wasn’t sure his heart was ready to shoot his shot.

Juyeon had crushed on you ever since you sat next to him in the seventh grade and let him borrow your pencil. It was such a silly start to his admiration for you, but his feelings grew stronger when the both of you actually became friends. You were so bright when you laughed, so sweet when you spoke, and so adorable when you smiled. Juyeon had never felt this way about anyone else and always got butterflies when he saw you. Juyeon was never one to chase after girls but he would find himself constantly thinking about what you were up to and having several internal dilemmas over whether he should ask you to hang out or not.

Five years later and Juyeon still harbored feelings for you. Now, they had matured into something deeper, but you still racked his brain nevertheless. It didn’t help that you had a major glow-up in high school and were probably the most beautiful person Juyeon had ever seen.

The school started to take notice of you.

Juyeon, on the other hand, had always noticed.

“Are you sure we can finish a medium before practice?” Minho asked Juyeon, setting a box of pizza on the table in front of him. “Also, I saw Y/N by the gym earlier.”

Juyeon perked up. “Y/N?”

“Yeah,” Minho replied, grabbing a slice of pepperoni pizza for himself. “You know what day it is, right?”

Minho took a bite out of his pizza, observing Juyeon with a raised brow. His best friend was on the baseball team but treating themselves to pizza had become a monthly ritual. Despite being on different teams, he was closer to Minho than his football teammates.

“Thursday?”

“And that means?”

Right.

Juyeon had formulated an elaborate plan to ask you out during the football game today, but, of course, it all depended on whether their team won or not. It would have been kind of ridiculous to propose after a loss. On the bright side, he knew he could count on the fact that you’d actually be present considering you were a cheerleader.

But what if you already had a date? You surely hadn’t mentioned it to him or posted about it on social media, so he was riding on an assumption that you haven’t been asked. That was bizarre to Juyeon, though, because you were the prettiest person he had ever seen. However, it was true that you were gradually getting popular, and that made Juyeon a touch nervous.

“I ask her out tomorrow,” Juyeon breathed out. “Am I ready for this?”

Minho scoffed lightly. “Are you ever?”

Juyeon frowned at his best friend, scrunching up his nose at his distasteful comment. “What about you? Have you gotten a date?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

Juyeon sighed. That was probably all he would get out of Lee Minho today. Once Minho set his mind on something, he carried it out diligently until the end. Juyeon honestly had no idea who he wanted to bring since Minho didn’t like talking about girls he was interested in, but he supposed it wasn’t that big of a deal as long as his best friend was happy.

It wasn’t like Juyeon was never going to hear about his friend’s endeavors. After all, he did pick up on Minho’s slow descent from an apathetic individual to a whipped ball of fluff. If Juyeon mentioned that to his best friend, however, he would probably be ridiculed for consistently being whipped for you since the seventh grade.

Juyeon nearly jumped out of his seat at the sound of his ringer going off. He scrambled to pull his phone out of his pocket, ignoring Minho’s teasing smirk at the sight of his frazzled self.

y/n: hey :) i’m gonna drop off some gingerbread cookies my mom made after practice so lmk when i can come over

Juyeon must have saved a country in a past life for this kind of luck.

juyeon: i love your mom’s cookies. you can come over whenever you’d like

y/n: how about we walk home together after practice?

juyeon: sounds good to me

Now, the pizza was starting to make his mouth water, but if you were walking home with him, Juyeon was ready to drop it and run to see you even though he loved pizza. But Juyeon loved you more than he loved pizza, and he believed that was true love.

“She made me cookies,” Juyeon announced.

“She made you cookies,” Minho repeated, leaning forward in surprise.

“Well, her mom did, but yeah.”

Minho turned his attention back to his pizza. “So this is about your mommy kink again.”

“I don’t have a fucking mommy—why would you say that?” Juyeon cried out, kicking his friend’s shin under the table.

“You don’t? Last time I checked, she was making dinner in the kitchen when I came over yesterday.”

“I’m talking about the kink!”

Yet, even a silly back-and-forth with Minho couldn’t get Juyeon down from his high over you. He was still processing the fact that you were going to walk home with him and, if Juyeon played his cards right, maybe he could get a feel of how comfortable you would be if he asked you out during the game tomorrow.

Minho snickered. “You look happy.”

Juyeon couldn’t even mask his lovesick smile and flushed cheeks. He folded his arms on the table in front of him and buried his face in them, his head spinning at the thought of you.

“Shut up, Minho.”

The only problem with you being on the cheerleading team was that you were extremely distracting.

Juyeon was the star quarterback and frankly, it was kind of pathetic that the one thing that kicked him in the ass was seeing you in the knee socks and pom-poms. It didn’t help that you were a flyer so Juyeon’s stomach pitted with anxiety whenever he saw you being thrown up and whenever he heard a scream coming from the direction of the cheerleaders.

Today was different, though. Juyeon could care less about the screams and falls from the corner of the field. All he could think about was you and how he was going to ask you out. If his plan was going to work, it was going to draw a lot of attention and be quite embarrassing if it failed.

All of his confidence got knocked down with a single sweep when he saw someone asked you to the dance.

One of the cheerleaders broke into a fit of giggles at the sight, clasping a hand over her mouth. “Oh my god!”

You were frozen stiff, an awkward smile on your face as the guy walked onto the field with a sign and about a dozen roses. Juyeon could feel his heart sinking to the ground with each step the guy took, with each second his smile grew brighter.

“Is he seriously confessing during practice?” Sohn Youngjae asked, brows furrowed as he rested his arm on Juyeon’s shoulder. “That’s real brave.”

“What’s his deal doing it here? He isn’t even on the team,” Juyeon said, coming off more bitter than he had expected.

Younghoon scoffed. “It’s a bold move. He must be confident that Y/N’s going to say yes.”

Juyeon squared his shoulders. He was conflicted with the swell of anger and deflation of you possibly being taken, but nevertheless, all he could do was watch helplessly as you were being asked out. From where they were on the field, Juyeon couldn’t hear much, but he could see your reactions quite well. The wolf-whistles and cheers were pissing him off, but he was fixed on you.

He turned to look towards Minho, who was practicing on the field adjacent to theirs. His best friend met his gaze immediately like they had some form of exclusive telepathic communication. Minho nodded towards you and raised a brow, as if nudging Juyeon to go interrupt them. That, however, was something he was far too cowardly to bring himself to do.

Your voice resounded clearer than Juyeon had expected.

“I’m really sorry,” you apologized sincerely, ducking your head and keeping your hands entwined behind you. “I’m not interested, but I do appreciate the gesture.”

Juyeon felt a weight lift off of his chest. He wasn’t sure if he should’ve felt relieved that you shot him down or nervous that you rejected an attractive, confident guy who clearly liked you. However, he soon had no time to mull over that when the guy’s reaction was getting more aggressive than crestfallen.

“Y/N, I asked you out in front of all these people,” he said with a distasteful laugh. “Are you seriously rejecting me right now?”

“Sorry, I just don’t want to go with you,” you replied firmly, voice dropping as you became more conscious of your surroundings. “I’m sorry it had to be public but you didn’t really give me a choice.”

For a split second, Juyeon wondered how he could still hear you when you were practically muttering at this point, and then he realized that he started walking to you without even realizing. His feet carried him unknowingly, hand balled at his side and eyes stony and trained on the guy.

“You could’ve just accepted it and told me later that you didn’t want to go with me,” he said with a scoff. “It’s like you enjoy humiliating others publicly.”

Your teammates rushed forward to argue and fend him off while you opened your mouth to protest, but Juyeon was faster, moving in front of you so he was head-to-head with the guy.

“She said she’s not interested,” he said with a threatening undertone, wondering where he managed to muster up the courage to be this assertive.

You were visibly shocked by Juyeon’s actions, and he couldn’t even blame you because he was equally just as surprised as you were. Yet, all he could do was glare daggers down at the other guy with steely eyes and frown until he backed off.

“Thanks,” you said softly once the guy had left.

Juyeon was flustered by all the girls giggling behind you but was amazed by how cool and collected you remained despite that. He turned to you, eyes softening and shoulders relaxing. He knew he was getting an earful about this from his teammates after practice and most definitely from Minho as well.

“No problem,” Juyeon replied, cheeks red. “He was bothering you. I couldn’t just ignore it.”

“That was really sweet of you, Juyeon.” You bit back a smile and suggested, “Meet you at the front gates after practice?”

“See you then.”

Even though Juyeon could’ve spent the rest of practice talking to you, he sprinted back as fast as he could because his cheeks were only getting redder as the cheerleaders gushed about what he did for you. He could hear their gossip and whispering even as he was running back to his team. Juyeon was positive he wouldn’t escape the embarrassment, though, because Lee Jaehyun was smirking at him when he got back.

“You’re blushing, dude.”

Juyeon shoved him.

There was a universal law that was newly decreed. It read: Lee Minho shall never text, call, or speak to Lee Juyeon whenever Y/N was around.

The reason for that being the fact that Juyeon was easily embarrassed and Minho’s texts were not helping his case. He felt it was rude enough to check his phone while he was walking with you, but every time he saw a notification flash, his eyes widened with sheer distress over Minho’s texts.

minho: like three people asked me if you and y/n are fucking bc of what you pulled during practice today

minho: wait are y’all fucking and just not telling me

minho: i knew it was sus that she was coming over to your house

juyeon: fake news!! stop making me feel shy :(

Juyeon decided he had enough Lee Minho for today and turned off his phone.

“That was honestly the coolest thing I’ve ever seen you do,” you gushed to Juyeon as you walked home with him, fingers looped around the straps of your backpack. “Way cooler than you punting footballs.”

“No need to flatter me,” Juyeon replied coolly but his shy smile and red-tipped ears said otherwise. “That guy was being unnecessarily aggressive.”

“His proposal was out of nowhere!” you exclaimed. “I don’t get what he expected me to do.”

Juyeon smiled through the pain. Lord, give me strength, he prayed to whatever divine power was out there.

“Are you not interested in having a date to the dance then?” Juyeon asked, looking down at you curiously.

You paused for a moment and Juyeon thought his heart would stop in anticipation for your answer. Come to think of it, he had never seen you go to a school dance with a date before. You were always with your friend group. It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary to see you stick with them, but Juyeon was hoping he could change that.

“Well,” you started, “if the right person asked me then I wouldn’t be opposed.”

Juyeon couldn’t exactly read your smile but it made him want to faint. The rest of the walk back home was spent talking about school and football, but Juyeon couldn’t get your answer to his question out of his head. He even walked past his house because his head was so full of you, resulting in you needing to stop him and tell him that they had already reached his place.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you!” Juyeon’s mom chirped with a good-natured smile. “How has your mom been?”

Juyeon’s eyes widened upon the realization that they never stopped by at your place first to get the cookies. He opened his mouth to interject but you went on to answer.

“She’s been great, Mrs. Lee,” you replied, smiling just as big, and pulled out a box of cookies from your bag. “She wanted me to give these to you.”

“That’s so sweet! Give her my thanks,” his mom replied and opened the door wider once she accepted the cookies. “Come in for some tea, will you?”

Juyeon was practically frozen at the doorway while you were taking off your shoes and walking inside. If you had the cookies with you this entire time, then why didn’t you just give them to him to take home himself? Unless you were worried about the courtesy, it was a bit out of your way to take the time to walk home with Juyeon to deliver them.

“Juyeon, what are you doing out there?” his mom asked. “Come inside. It’s cold.”

“Right.”

Having you over at his house wasn’t exactly the sparkly fantasy that Juyeon thought it would be.

He was getting quite jealous of your mom hogging all of your attention. It wasn’t like you and Juyeon drifted apart during high school, so he wasn’t sure why his mom had to pull you away from him and have her own conversation with you. The worst part was that Juyeon couldn’t even join in on the conversation. He had no idea what they were even talking about.

That is, until his mom brought up the dance.

“Do you have a date, Y/N?” Juyeon’s mom asked.

“I don’t,” she replied. “I usually just go with my friends.”

“You’re so pretty, though,” Mrs. Lee tutted. “I’m sure someone must’ve asked you out.”

“Actually, someone asked me today,” you said. There was a moment of silence as you looked over at Juyeon while his gaze bore into yours. For a moment, you were struggling for what to say, mouthing words that weren’t being processed. Juyeon rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly once you regained your composure. “Juyeon actually helped me out.”

Mrs. Lee straightened up. “My son did?” She looked amused as she turned to Juyeon.

“Yeah,” you answered, grinning. “He was really cool.”

Juyeon blushed darkly once their eyes were on him. “W-what? I couldn’t ignore it. I wasn’t even doing that much. I was just helping out. You know, being a decent person,” he rambled and stood up. “Anyways, isn’t it getting late? Mom, Y/N has to go home soon and it’s gonna be pitch black outside if you keep her here.”

“Oh, you’re right.” Mrs. Lee frowned as she peered out the window. “Juyeon, you walk her home then.”

“What?” he sputtered out, looking between you and his mom before he caved, muttering, “I’ll go get my jacket.”

After an exchange of goodbyes, you had stepped out of the house and waited while Juyeon was slipping his shoes on. There was a moment of struggle where he had tied his laces too tight and couldn’t get the shoe on but he managed to slip it on after a few seconds of internal screaming. Juyeon zipped up his jacket the moment he stepped outside, the brisk coldness making his goosebumps rise.

“You really don’t have to walk me back,” you told Juyeon. “It’s cold outside.”

“It’s really late,” Juyeon replied, rubbing his hands together in hopes that the friction would provide some heat. “You shouldn’t be walking home by yourself, and I really don’t mind.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled, ducking your face. “For this, for what you did during practice—everything.”

Juyeon was glad that you weren’t looking at him because his mouth was opening and closing over and over again like a fish. He was also thankful for the fact that he could blame the dust of pink across his cheeks on the cold winter bite. Unfortunately, you lived close by so Juyeon didn’t have time to come up with a cool response and he didn’t want to leave things like this. There was a good vibe going on and he was upset that he couldn’t act upon it; when it came to you, Lee Juyeon was a coward.

“Um, we’re here so…” Juyeon trailed off when he turned to you, sort of thrown off by how beautiful you looked with your windswept hair and flushed cheeks. Dazed, he reached forward and moved a strand of your hair out of your face. “It’s good I walked you home and you’re not like, lost or… something—I’ll shut up now.”

You laughed, and it was an octave higher as if you were rattled from him touching your hair. “Ah, yes, a few streets down can be a harrowing trek.”

Juyeon laughed with you before his eyes settled on you. Your hands were crossed, rubbing your arms that were prickled with goosebumps. A wave of guilt washed through Juyeon and led him to strip his jacket off immediately. He ignored the piercing chill and put his jacket around your shoulders, making sure they covered your bare arms.

“My house is right here,” you argued. “You’re going to be cold.”

“Keep it on. I have something to tell you after the game,” Juyeon said firmly. It was his second burst of courage for you today and he was a little too amped up for his own good. “If you don’t like it then give me back my jacket tomorrow.”

Before you could respond, Juyeon turned on his heel and bolted home, the biggest grin across his face because he was head-over-heels for you.

Juyeon had never been so nervous in his life.

The game was underway, Juyeon’s leg bouncing as he eyeballed the scoreboard. His team was strong in the first two quarters, cutting it close by the third, but now they were neck-to-neck. They had ended with a tie and now they decided to go into overtime for the sake of choosing a winner for the game. It was a sudden death round so whoever scored first would win the game. Juyeon, however, found it difficult to concentrate.

Especially with Lee Minho breathing down his back.

“Are you ready?” his best friend asked.

“Yes—well, no, but I don’t really have a choice.”

“That’s true.”

“I already made the sign and told the team and everything,” Juyeon whined. “I really screwed myself over, Minho.”

Minho pushed at the back of his head. “Dude, I’m talking about the game.”

“Oh, that—that’s fine,” Juyeon stammered. “Fifteen minutes—we just have to win, and then I have to ask out the most amazing person I’ve ever met.”

“You could chicken out,” Minho suggested, “but that also comes with me never letting you live it down.”

“You see, I kind of already implied that I’m going to tell her something important.”

“You did?” Minho’s voice was somewhere between shocked and impressed.

“Shit, I gotta go,” Juyeon muttered, pushing himself off the bench. “Keep the poster safe for me!”

“Good luck, champ!”

Juyeon, sweaty and bangs sticking to his forehead, had to ignore every distraction and think about winning the game before his stomach threw itself into a pool of anxiety over asking you out. He got in a huddle with his team in the remaining fifteen seconds they had before they had to get in formation and lowered the facemask of his helmet. It was up to this one last play to determine whether they would win the game or not.

“Just like we practiced, alright?” Juyeon told them. “Double-wing power pass. We get them to bite thinking it’s a run play and then open up a passing lane.”

“Alright, let’s go,” Jaehyun cheered, and the rest of them put in their mouth guards and lowered their facemasks.

Juyeon took a shaky breath as he got in formation at the line of scrimmage. His heart was racing but he wasn’t sure it was about the game. Nevertheless, he steeled his nerves and held his ground. The whistle blew and the crowd was silent, observing the tension on the field carefully.

“Silver-80! Silver-80! Hut! Hut! Hike!” Juyeon yelled, and the center, Sangyeon, snapped the ball to him.

Juyeon faked a handoff to Jaehyun, the fullback, and spun around, rolling to his right. Changmin sped up in front of Juyeon to defend him. A smile tugged at Juyeon’s lips. Their plan was working just as he intended, but there was a problem: they couldn’t open up a passing lane for the running backs like he thought they would. The play was too rushed, so it wasn’t ever a guarantee.

So Juyeon had to do what he would normally deem crazy.

He spun at the sight of the other team coming to tackle him and skirted around the field, belting down the field. He dodged past another linebacker that tried to body him. His primary motivation was that he didn’t want a concussion before he confessed to you, but he assumed it was okay to admit that to himself as long as he didn’t throw the game.

Juyeon felt a hand grab him but he pushed forward, running across the goal line and into the end zone. He threw the ball down and cried out in joy as he scored a touchdown. The whistle blew and the scoreboard flipped. They won.

He did it.

Juyeon’s team ran to him, cheering at the top of their lungs. He was lifted up on Jaehyun and Younghoon’s shoulders, grinning happily before his heart sunk back down. The cheerleaders ran to the field, cheering and tossing their pom poms up. The crowd was roaring. Juyeon was realizing that he had to do the scariest thing that a heterosexual teenage boy ever had to experience.

“Jaehyun, Jaehyun,” Juyeon tapped his shoulder quickly. “We have no time. I have to do it now.”

“Oh shit.”

Jaehyun and Younghoon dropped Juyeon onto the turf. Juyeon winced at the sudden impact, gathering himself back to his feet and hoping you didn’t witness that. Jaehyun gave him a half-assed apology and pushed him forward to run and get his poster and flowers from Minho. Jaehyun then grabbed Changmin by the shoulders, urging him to go to the announcer’s booth.

Juyeon sprinted over to Minho, waving his hands dramatically. “Give, give, give,” he demanded amongst all the cheering.

Minho didn’t waste any time and pushed the poster and bouquet into Juyeon’s hands. “Break a leg, tiger.”

“Trust me, I nearly did.”

Juyeon jogged back onto the field, cheeks hot and head a little dizzy for what was about to come. He didn’t even tell his mom he was going to ask you out and she had to watch her son ask his best friend out to the dance. This was probably going to be a moment of utter humiliation but once Juyeon saw you in your high ponytail with a bright smile on your face, all that fear faded away and it was just you and him.

More importantly, you were wearing his jacket over your uniform and Juyeon felt like he was going to combust from the cuteness.

“Guys, guys,” Jaehyun called to the team. “Surround Juyeon. Make sure Y/N doesn’t see him.”

Juyeon’s heart was beating a hundred miles per second. He was glad he was running on the adrenaline from winning the game because otherwise, he would be cowering in fear and sweating buckets right now.

“Everyone, listen up!” Changmin spoke over the intercom. “First of all, the football team scored a major dub today—ow! Sunwoo, cut it out—alright, I’ll get to it!” Changmin broke from the mic and started bickering with Sunwoo.

There was a pause, and Juyeon was surprised to hear Minho’s voice fill the speakers, “Anyways, my buddy and our star quarterback, Juyeon, has something to say for a special someone.”

The crowd fell silent, a couple cheers and wolf-whistles as it was pretty obvious that a confession was about to happen.

“This is so fucking fluffy,” Sunwoo mumbled.

“Shut up, Sunwoo,” Juyeon replied, nudging him with his elbow.

The football team moved out of the way so that they weren’t huddled around Juyeon anymore. Juyeon’s breath caught in his throat as he walked forward to the middle of the field, holding up his sign, reading: Will you be my sunshine?

“Y/N,” he called out loudly, “honestly this confession is long overdue, but will you go to Winter Ball with me tonight and be my sunshine?”

The crowd started cheering and whistling again, and Juyeon wanted to die. She hadn’t even given him her answer yet and everyone was acting like she had agreed and they eloped. The cheerleaders pushed Y/N forward and she approached Juyeon, looking like a deer in headlights.

Juyeon took another shaky breath and continued, “I’ve been in love with you for so long so it would be an honor if I could take you to the dance,” he said and his voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m sorry if this is uncomfortable for you.”

You bit your lip but that wasn’t enough to contain the happiness that showed on your face. You zipped up Juyeon’s jacket and threw yourself into his arms. Everyone practically exploded but Juyeon was sure his heartbeat was louder. He wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your shoulder.

Was this what people called a Christmas miracle?

“Oh shit!” Changmin screamed over the intercom. (“Shut up, they’re having a moment,” Minho’s faint voice was picked up in the background).

“Oh my god, you just made me the happiest man alive,” he mumbled.

You pulled back and reached forward to move his damp bangs off of his forehead. “Took you long enough.”

“Wait, did you—did you like me?” Juyeon choked out.

You laughed and cupped his face in your hands. There was a shaky inhale and exhale of breaths when his lips brushed against yours, and Juyeon closed the distance, kissing you like he was starved of your touch. His hold tightened on you as you melted into him, and then you both pulled away, smiling and dazed and lovesick.

You giggled. “Does that answer your question?”

“Yes,” he breathed out, grinning as he brushed his nose against yours.

Juyeon could care less about all the presents and holiday cheer because he had you and you were all he wanted.

[bonbonthedragon]

Meeting You Changed Me (13)

Dad!bakugou X Fem!reader

A series

Summary: When Bakugou leaves an ugly divorce, leaving him as a single dad he never can imagine himself finding love again, not when he was never actually in love. People manipulate and lie and he can’t trust anyone but those close to him and now protect what he has left. But maybe...just maybe he can give her a chance.

Warnings: fluff, angst, cursing

Note: I did not red over this as carefully as I should have. But it’s here lol

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Bakugou laid in bed on his back and hands behind, holding his head. He stared at the ceiling, his face blank but his heart screaming. It screamed and it thrashed and it just wouldn’t stop beating so goddamn fast. Why the hell did he have one if it wasn’t going to work right? Maybe it was. No it wasn’t, this isn’t normal, these feelings. They were becoming to similar to how he loved Tatsumi, but it wasn’t...it’s was...more? Fucking hell. Maybe he was falling for her. After tonight though, he wasn’t sure what was going to happen. Guilt filled painfully in his chest, and he flipped onto his side and squeezed his eyes shut hard. He fucked up, he fucked up so badly.

—-

Earlier that afternoon

She walked ahead of him, body jittering with delight at the energetic boy beside her. She was bent so Tatsumi could reach her hand and the little ones mouth ran on and on about this and that. It was as if her own atmosphere changed right when bakugou asked her to join him. Her hair no longer was messy, rather she had gone back up stairs and combed it down. She changed clothes from her coffee stained shirt to a tucked in sweater. Though the bags under her eyes didn’t disappear, her face radiated with so much joy you couldn’t even tell they were present.

With that man in the shop she acted no different, though, more filtered. Carful choice in words, and her body language was more tense. Otherwise, if you were just any costumer, you wouldn’t think any differently of the barista. But he was a hero, he studied psychology in the summer of high school as extra credit, he took on classes and studied cases for his extra job. He knew a thing or two when a situation was sour. She was good at hiding it, too good. But he’s seen her comfortable, he’s seen her asleep and in the morning when she still hasn’t had coffee to function all the way. He’s seen enough to know there was more to this story, of what happen to Ren. And that story, that case, was far from over. He feared it never stopped.

He shouldn’t have, but the night of the video he just couldn’t fall asleep, so he called a close friend. Bakugou tugged some strings and before he knew it he had opened the case back up in secret, only having a few people on it. Maybe that’s why he was less tense this morning. But the question was still in favor, why now? Why were things poping up now? Last night, when he left, she had seemed so afraid, so frigid, so fragile. And it was all because of that damn letter. Then the next day she has a employee who watches her like the roles are switched. He wondered is this Asher had anything-

“Shit-“ bakugou felt his nose pulse and he stumbled back, holding his face. (Y/n) and Tatsumi stopped and looked back, immediately going to him. He looked up, he had ran into a fucking pole.

“Oh- are you okay?” She asked, hands hover over him

He grunted, retreating his hand to find no blood “yeah just- got caught up on my fucking thoughts. M’ fine.”

“Oh...what were...what were you thinking about?”

He perked, looking up at her and stilling, he blushed just slightly. Oh well, he couldn’t tell her that. “Uh- what I’m going to eat- at the resultant.” She hummed back, placing a hand on his shoulder to help him around the pole. He shivered at her touch, something in him wanting her to come back, to touch him more. He looked down to see Tatsumi staring at him then at her. There was a glint in his eye, a mischievous one. Oh no-

Tatsumi smiled and took his fathers hand, then took (y/n)s and held them both and began walking. Bakugou let out a sigh, for a second he thought tatsumi was going to-

Then his hand was in (y/n)s. That little shit-

Tatsumi had backed up and linked his fathers hand with hers, skipping around them and ahead, giggling like the devil. He felt himself blush a furious red, unable to keep the heat from rising to his cheeks and quickly took his hand away just seconds of it being in hers. He moved a foot away from her but continued to walk beside her. To his surprise she didn’t react at all, only walking beside him as well, a small snort coming from her lips. She called ahead for Tatsumi and he turned around. When he did, he frowned, realizing his little plan didn’t work. Bakugou sneered at him, not to be mean, but no way was this kid doing this to him. Tatsumi rolled his little eyes, actually rolled. What the fuck?! That sassy little bitch-

“Come here” (y/n) hummed. He did, the little one skipping back and taking her outstretched hand. She motioned for bakugou to take his other, and so he did. Soon, they were swinging Tatsumi up and down between them and the kid was giggling his ass off. Bakugou felt his chest warm again, forgetting Tatsumi’s little stunt because (y/n) was genuinely smiling and it was sending his heart into a frenzy.

Fuck it. If this was love, love for another person like this, he was going to do something about it. He wanted more.

Albors was just up ahead and bakugou went to open the door for the two. Tatsumi pulled (y/n) along, even going as far as asking a waitress for a table, but for two and one for himself. To which bakugou had to cut in and correct the little demon that there were in fact three of them and this wasn’t some dinner date Tatsumi was chauffeuring. He knew what he was trying to do. Damn smart kid. When Bakugou dared to look at (y/n) while they waited for their table, he didn’t know what to think. She was always so calm, collected. Even when she found him snooping, she didn’t raise her voice one bit or scold him. She hid them well, her emotions. Or maybe- he wondered...she was just numb. There had been so much heartache that nothing bothered her. That maybe she changed from emotionless to content so quickly because she grasped at any fragment of happiness she could. He again felt dejected at the thought.

“Ms.(L/n)?” Tatsumi asked as they sat down at the booth,taking their menus as the waitress set down some waters and walked off.

“Yes?”

“Are- are- are da’ing anyone?”

Bakugou nearly spit out his drink, but instead he swallowed it quickly and stared at him. Then at (y/n).

She shook her head, as calm as ever “no, you?” She then asked jokingly

He shook his head “ uh uh, but but Elsa is pwetty’. Like- like you!”

She cooed at him “aww your so sweet” she smiled

He smiled wide back, “can I awsk’ ano’dur’ question?” She nodded “do you hab a quirk?”

She nodded again, setting down her menu “yup. It’s called memory.”

“Oh? What’s it do? I’m guess you can remember stuff really well?” Bakugou cut in, generally curious.

She snorted “yeah, pretty much. It’s what it is, I can remember basically everything. Where as it comes in handy, for example... like school, it’s a quirk, and like all quirks it has its set backs. I can recall everything vividly, I’ll often find myself re-living certain moments. Some are nice, some are...not so nice, things I’d rather forget. That’s my set back, I can’t forget anything, I can’t forget anything I so desperately want to forget.” She shrugged, looking over at Tatsumi who was going to crawl in her lap and snuggle into her chest as she went to hold his back for support. “I can remember every sense too from those memories. Touch, emotion I felt that moment, taste, how it all sounded. It’s like watching a movie, except I’m always an actor in the film, never the viewer.”

So when...when she remembers Ren...there’s a chance that night comes up. His heart panged painfully in his chest. That hurt, knowing that really fucking hurt. All he could do was grunt in acknowledgment, so he spoke, “my quirk is Explosion. Same as yours, it is what it’s called. I can make explosions from my hands. I sweat nitroglycerin, that’s what makes it react. So basically I’m always sweaty.”

“Really? Well you don’t smell bad- I mean, just that you’ve always smelled like...I don’t know-“

“Carmel?”

She snapped her fingers and pointed at him “yes”

“Yeah, I get that a lot. Still doesn’t mean it’s not gross though. It’s the only reason I like cold weather, but with it it also makes my job harder because then I can’t activate my quirk in battle as often or easily.”

“ah. Well, what about him?” She tapped Tatsumi’s head, making the boy giggle a bit “has he shown?”

He shook his head “naw, still too early. The brat only turned 4 a couple months ago.”

“True, but I showed when I was two.” He looked at her funny and she snorted “I was already talking, speaking two languages. English and Japanese. My father is American, my mother was born here. But where as we mainly spoke Japanese in the house, the rare occasions my father took a business call or cursed in his language, I picked up just ask quickly, remembered it quickly.”

He guessed Tatsumi was getting tired of this because he suddenly sat up and moved to try and sit on (y/n)s left. She scooted over, but then he just kept going to where there was no where for her to sit but right beside Bakugou. Bakugou grunted to the boy but he just ignored him, laying down so he was taking up half the booth. (Y/n) seemed to brush it off as he was tired, because she let him lay his head back down on her lap, and he closed his eyes. Bakugou though could see right through his little façade, the little ones eyes were twitching trying to stay closed. When did his son start trying to play match maker? Not that he was complaining all that much. Everything would have been going well until the doors to the restaurant swung open, and two very familiar voices emerged. Not that fucking nerd-

“Deku!” Tatsumi shot up, jumping out of the seat and running straight on into the man. Deku laughed, taking the kid like a champ and hauling his little body up so he was holding him. Shoto was beside him, face as blank as ever but eyes clearly lighting up too at the boy. Tatsumi hugged Midoriya tightly, then was passed onto Shoto who took him and let tatsumi hug him, gently hugging back. A waitress came up and almost fan girled at the Sight of the No. 1 hero in her work, along with the No. 6. He rolled his eyes when Deku pointed at his table and the woman nodded, grabbing some menus and following him as they walked over.

Oh fuck no. Not today. He was having such a good day, finally able to be alone with (y/n) outside of that goddamn cafe. The last thing he needs is the Nerd and his Fiancé at his table.

“Hey Kacchan!” Midoriya chirped, waving and coming to the booth. Bakugou only tched, glancing at Shoto, who was still holding his son. Before Shoto could too say hi, Tatsumi was wiggling viciously in his arms, making everyone look at him.

“Hey-he-hey! Deku! Look!” He squealed “Ms. (L/n)! Look!” He pointed happily, bouncing in shotos arms and then out stretching his hands for (Y/n) to take him. She smiled at him and took him gently in her arms, to which Tatsumi easily snuggled back in and looked up at the two heros.

Deku held out a hand “you must be the famous (L/n)” he began. Bakugou almost wanted to just end everything right there. Famous. Of fucking course word got out in his friend group about her. Fucking Shitty hair. He quickly looked at her to see her reaction, but there was nothing. She only stared at the two, not in awe like most would, but just stared, like they weren’t some of the most famous people in the world. Though she still put on a smile, and he knew it was for Tatsumi, and held out her free hand as the other was braced on the kids back.

“Hello” she simply said, letting the two shake her hand.

They greeted her, and before he knew it they were sitting at the fucking table. His fucking table. What the hell. He tried to glare over to them, but when Tatsumi’s smiling face caught his eye he knew he would have to put up with it. Silence fell over the table and bakugou’s eyes flickered over to the ring on dekus finger.

“When’s the date?” He asked

Deku looked over at him and what his friend was staring at, he perked “o-oh! We decided in just a few months, exactly 2 from now actually!”

“Why so fucking soon? Icyhot proposed just weeks ago”

“We wanted it to be small and be done as soon as possible. Plus it’s the only time crime rates are low and reasonable for us to be less worried when out on vacation!”

Bakugou grunted in agreement. He was right, it would be close to Christmas and nothing really ever happened during the holidays. Smart.

“Oh?” (Y/n) looked at the both of them “congratulations” she smiled

“Thank you!” Deku beamed, fiddling with the silver band, “we kept it secret. That’s why there was no news on tv.”

“It’s better that way.” Shoto followed, looking at the menu “I’d rather it be quiet until it’s all done and finalized.” Deku nodded at him.

“I- I get to be the ring boy!” Tatsumi chirped

“Is that right?” She booped his nose and looked up “that so sweet! You’ll look adorable in a tiny tux” she said in a voice, pinching the child’s chubby cheeks. He giggled back, reaching up to do the same to her playfully.

(Y/n) missed it, but bakugou sure as hell didn’t. Deku had looked over at the blond, sending him a...smirk? Deku never fucking smirks and rather than making him mad it only made bakugou wince. He shook his head, mouthing a ‘fuck off’ at him and crossing his arms. The couple laughed, Shoto fucking laughed. (Y/n) looked up, clearly confused and the two just smiled at her.

“So (L/n), how did you tame bakugou?” Shoto asked mockingly. Fucking icyhot. The one time he isn’t monotone he wants to give bakugou a hard time. Well two can play that fucking game. He was already planning his death and a replacement for deku. Maybe if he straighten and died Seros hair he could pass, if he just paid him enough-

The woman snorted, shrugging “it wasn’t that hard. He clearly has a weak spot for this sweet boy, and muffins.”

“Oi-“

“Kacchan isn’t bad if you just get to know him!” Deku said, taking a sip of his water “I’m glad you two get along so well! He always talks about you- ow!”

Bakugou retreated his foot from dekus side, glaring daggers into him and leaning back. He didn’t dare to look over at (y/n) nor what face she was making, it was probably calm because for some reason she’s some kind of goddess and nothing fucking affects her. At least she doesn’t show it.

Tatsumi raised his hand, bouncing on her lap “oh! Oh! Hey!”

bakugou snorted at Tatsumi, “yes kid?”

Tatsumi took his hand down, bracing them on the table “Ms-Ms. (L/n) beats up- up Bad guys! She went boom! Boom! Pow! Like Daddy! Like you!” He smiled wide, waiting for the couples reaction.

They both blinked and looked over to her and bakugou. Bakugou sighed “I’ll catch you up on it another time. But yeah, the woman can fucking fight.”

Then dekus eyes widened just a bit, looking over to her “you mean you were the one who took down the villain who tried to rob Kacchan? Wow! I’m impressed! Especially since your so tiny and-“

“I wouldn’t finished that fucking sentence if I were you. Lady’s gonna repeat that same damn thing on you as she did that asshole who drugged me.” He mumbled, shaking his head.

“Better believe it blondie.” She said, looking at bakugou “say that same shit again you did that night and I’ll punch your jaw so high in it will reach your forehead” she grumbled, looking down at Tatsumi. He was still bouncing and grinning at her.

Deku immediately shut his mouth, eyes fully open and looking at her. He then looked at Tatsumi who was still smiling so wide his cheeks must have hurt. The Hero blinked a few times before laughing himself, Shoto even cracking a smile. It made Bakugou blush, processing her words and trying to cover it with the only emoting he really knew, anger.

“W-What the hell d-did you say to me?” He tried so hard to put his tough exterior back on, to make himself sound actually furious, but for some reason that commit only sent a electrifying feeling straight to his- nope, he wasn’t even going to finish that thought. Fucking hell. She just insulted him and it was turning him on. He was right next to his fucking kid. Who the hell was this woman. If this was a month ago he would have yelled right back, no matter what fucking gender she was.

“(L/n) scared daddy” Tatsumi said just as their food arrived.

Sure as fucking hell did. And it was sexy as hell.

—

The five of them spent hours in that restaurant. Bakugou has never felt so cornered. Shoto kept asking the most stupidest, most forwardest questions with this fucking smirk on his stupid face. Deku wouldn’t stop asking so many goddamn questions. For the time he knew (y/n), deku managed to get to know her quicker than he has gotten the chance too. It was clearly small things and stuff she was only comfortable with answering, but fucking still. And Tatsumi and (y/n)? Well fuck they were just both being cute and perfect. As much as he wanted to smash his head in a wall, he couldn’t die yet because now she was going over to his apartment when this was all over. Tatsumi had invited her over- well that’s a lie...he took Tatsumi to the restroom and told him to invite her for him. God he was pathetic. Becoming pathetic for her.

Eventually they did leave and she agreed to come along for bit, spending the rest of the day with him and his son. Bakugou watched (y/n) bounce Tatsumi playfully in her arms. He giggled and laughed with her, and eventually he fell asleep in her arms as they walked. Before he knew it, it was evening and they were back in his home, making dinner for her.

She sat on his couch as she hummed a tune under her breath while holding the Tatsumi. Bakugou couldn’t take his eyes off her, she was like a star in the sky set in the city. You seem to find yourself staring at something a bit brighter even though your surroundings are already lit up. He seemed to be able find more joy in another person besides the kid. More light-

“Fuck-“ he quickly brought his finger to his lips, copper flooding his mouth.

“You alright?”

“Yeah just-“ he looked up at her, eyes locking. His finger pulsed painfully again, retreating it. Blood spilled from his thumb and he cursed, glaring at the cutting board. “just cut myself. M’ fine.”

(Y/n) pressed Tatsumi’s sleeping figure against her and she stood “where’s his room?” She asked quietly, not wanting to wake him up.

Bakugou brought his thumb from his mouth “down the hall, the second door.”

She nodded, gently cradling Tatsumi in her arms as she went toward his directions. Within a few minutes, she had come back, fishing a bandaid from her bag. (Y/n) came to bakugou’s side and took his hand from his mouth, wrapping the bandaid around his thumb and pressing it tight. It hurt, but his attention was far from the pain. The blond pursed his lips together tightly as his eyes traveled to her own. So plump and...soft looking. God damn it. He eagerly was about to just go for it and grab her hand back to pull her in, but she pulled away to quickly. She backed away, looking off and to the cutting board, where he was chopping peppers. His eyes couldn’t leave her lips still. He stepped closer again, cause fuck being carful-

“May I?” She asked

kiss him? Please.

He cleared his throat, taking a step back and looking where she was, the cutting board. “Yeah” and she went to it.

He’s known her for barely a month and a half, that was it. Before hand he told himself never again, never would he put himself in another position where he thought he would be able to be happy with someone like this. But truly he has never felt this. Romance. Hell, just under a week ago he still despised her a little. Now all he can think about is her beauty. How her hands would feel in his. Her lips on his own. The curve on her waist to her hips. There was so much tension. He didn’t know if it was just him, he only hoped that maybe, just maybe she might feel the same. But she was so unreadable.

Fuck it. Bakugou stepped up just next to her, gently taking the knife from her hand and setting it down. She visibly froze, hands still hovering as she went to meet his eyes. He braced a hand on the counter in front on the cutting board for her to step away so attention was not on it. He looked down at her, his form easily towering over her frame. In the heat of the moment he couldn’t see her shaking, couldn’t see the slight panicked look in her eye or how they flickered over to the open window multiple times. She was a fawn under the intense gaze of a bear.

“(L/n)” he breathed, letting his hand raise and she flinched, quickly putting her hands out and taking another step back. She whimpered in the back of her throat when her body hit the second counter behind her, tensing up just at the feel of it, of being cornered. He froze too at the sight.

“Please” she whimpered desperately again, looking down and away from him. It wasn’t of pleasure, her voice shook. She was terrified.

He steeped away, so far that he was almost across the large kitchen. His chest fell because shit, he didn’t mean to do that. He didn’t know what he was thinking, he knew she was like this. How she would have reacted. What the hell was he thinking? He didn’t dare reach out, afraid that is he raised his hands again she might run. What exactly had she been through for her to react like this? He didn’t make the right move, not at all, but this was way beyond scared. He cornered her, physically cornered her. Panic set in, and he cursed himself because why the hell was he panicking? He didn’t have the right too. (Y/n) was over there looking like he just held her at gun point, like he was going to do the worst possible things to her. Like he betrayed her. Her trust just with in seconds.

Her eyes were wide and she visible shrunk. her whole body was shaking and her hands were grasping the marble counter like a life line. She managed to let go and didn’t dare meet his gaze.

“I-I’m sorry I don’t know w-why I-“ she finally did, but quickly looked away “I-I better go. It’s getting late I’m- im sorry, I can’t stay. I’ll- I’ll see you tomorrow Bakugou...” (y/n) retreated over to the living room, grabbing her bag with shaky hands. She went to the door and before she left she turned “sorry again” and she was gone.

The hero stood there, unable to move until he heard the elevator down the hall beep and open. He blinked, catching his breath and quickly went to the window, watching just as she walked out of the building and into the night. Bakugou took out his phone immediately and dialed minas number.

“Oi- your patrolling around here tonight right? I need you to make sure (y/n) gets home safe, she just walked out the building- no- fuckin- no we didn’t sleep together!Just- fucking keep your distance and make sure she gets to her cafe, raccoon eyes....thanks...yeah he’s asleep, we wore him out at the park. Uh huh...I will...yeah...yeah...bye”

Just as he was about to put his phone in his pocket, it rang. Naomasa Tsukauchi. He picked it up.

“Hello-“

“We finished the investigation file and background on her. I think it’s best if we go over it together in my office, DynaMight”

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