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rebelwrites · 4 years ago

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Let’s Get Out Of Here (NSFW)

Clay Spenser x Reader

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Warnings: I think it’s just unprotected sex

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He knew what he was doing when he came strolling into the pub, straight from hitting the gym, wearing that tight shirt. He was playing a game and you were falling for it. Just like you did every single time but things never happened because one or both of you got far too drunk and ended up staggering back home. But not tonight, you were determined to get the taste of the golden boy.

So here you were leaning against the bar chatting to Jase, but got completely distracted as Clay walked in, with that god damn smirk on his face that always made you weak at the knees. And the bastard had the audacity to wink at you, sending your brain into a frenzy.

“Earth to Y/N” Jason laughed waving his hand in front of your face bringing you back to reality. “You back with us, we lost you there for a moment kiddo”

“Yeah, yeah I’m back” you nodded as you looked away from Clay and back to Jase.

That was another reason nothing had happened between you and Clay, you were deemed off limits. The first day you hung around with the guys he made it very clear you were off limits. Which sucked but you knew he was just following your dads wishes and protecting you, but it was a bit of a buzzkill with someone who you saw as an Uncle basically cock blocked you from the start.

“What were you staring at anyway?” He asked standing next to you following your gaze to a certain blonde. “Oh should have known, anything I should be worried about?”

“Nah” you laughed knocking the shot back “Well not yet anyway, just close your eyes, don’t watch me tonight or something. I’m done playing games.

“Wondered when you’d grow some balls kiddo” Jase laughed as he kissed the top of your head “Knew something would happen between you two, I’ve seen it bubbling away for the last few months now”

“So you aren’t gonna go into protective dad mode?” You asked, raising your brow at him.

“Like you said, I just won’t look, can’t do anything if I can’t see” he laughed “Go get him tiger”

You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself as you grabbed the tray of shots and your beer before heading over to the pool table where the rest of the guys were.

“Fear not the life of the party has landed” you grinned, placing the shots down on the pool table.

“But I’m already here Princess” Clay smirked, winking at you again as he reached for his shot.

“Fuck you Blondie” you grinned, knocking the shot back.

“I mean you could but I don’t think you could handle me” he laughed making you roll your eyes.

“More like you couldn’t handle me pretty boy” you winked, slapping his chest before wandering over to Sonny.

You had a plan and it was going to work this time, you were going to tease the fuck out of him until he caved. So you purposely position yourself on the pool table as you racked the balls up, your ass in his eyeline. A small smirk appeared on your face as you heard Brock say something about him staring and having a death wish.

Looking up Sonny shook his head at you laughing. He knew what you were doing, he always knew and loved watching things play out as it meant he had more ammo to throw at Clay.

As the night went on, Clay didn’t take the bait anymore and it was starting to annoy you now so you upped your game as you learn forward to take your shot, looking up from the pool cue, you locked eyes with him, slowly running your tongue over your bottoms lip before pulling it between your teeth. You didn’t know if your eyes were playing tricks on you but you swore his eyes darkened with lust and he gulped but you couldn’t say for sure.

But you weren't giving up, all you had to do was keep giving him the look whilst biting your lip and he would be putty in your hands. It also helped the dirty thoughts you were thinking as you ran your eyes over his body.

Just like you thought, it didn’t take long for him to cave as the moment you had finished the game of pool, he grabbed your wrist pulling you into his body, backing you into the wall behind you. The moment your back hit the wall you heard Sonny wolf whistle but you blocked him out only focusing on the feeling of Clay’s body pressed against you making you bite your lip again.

Your whole body was tingling and felt like it was on fire as he pinned your arms above your head, dropping his face so his lips were only inches away from yours, he was so close you could smell the beer on his breath.

“You’ve been giving me bedroom eyes for the past half an hour, time to tell me what exactly, was on your mind.” He said slowly whilst maintaining eye contact.

“Maybe you will never find out” you giggled.

“You and I both know that I will find out” he hummed as he moved his hips, slowly grinding against you, you couldn’t help but moan at the feeling, making him smirk.

Everything happened so fast, his hands moved from your wrists, running down your body until he was cupping your ass, you got the message loud and clear as you jumped up, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, allowing him to get closer to you, his lips connected with yours as he pressed you against the wall.

The kiss was hot, heavy and full of lust. You know you were screwed as just one kiss left you feeling like you were floating so you had a feeling anything more would kill you off but it was a price you were willing to play, especially when he depended the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you said the unspoken words you both had, right there in the pub pinned against the wall.

If you could you would have ripped his clothes off him right then and there but unfortunately that wasn’t an option and neither was taking this any further, especially with Sonny around.

“Oooooh shit” he shouted slamming his hands on the pool table making you and Clay pull away from each other, but maintaining eye contact. “Some babies are being made tonight ladies and gentlemen”

Resting your forehead against Clay’s you let out a breathless laugh. You couldn’t help yourself as you got lost in his eyes. There was no going back now, the line had been crossed.

“Let’s get out of here” he whispered against your lips before stealing another kiss. “Before either of us get to drunk to carry this on”

“Your place is closer” you giggled as he gently set you down on the ground, the moment your feet touched the ground you stole his cap, it just had to be done, something you always did, placing the cap backwards on your head you ran your hand down his chest, linking your fingers with his, guiding him through the crowd with everyone whistling behind you.

The walk to his place didn’t take long but the air around you was different, the banter had turned a lot more flirty and you were both itching to get behind closed doors to finish what you had started.

The moment you walked into his apartment and the door was locked you were dragged to the bedroom, and pushed down onto the bed, and a topless Clay pinned you down with his body, you felt so happy to finally be able to roam his sculpted body with yours hands.

No words were spoken as Clay dipped his head down, brushing your hair off your shoulder, placing hot kisses down your neck, instantly making you feel weak especially when he nipped at your skin. You were under his spell and was loving it, soft moans left your lips as you bucked your hips up against him trying to get some friction.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamt of this moment” you breathed as he repositioned so he could get your shirt off.

“I think I can guess” he hummed as his eyes ran down your body. “Tell me something Y/N did you ever think of me whilst you got yourself off”

“All the damn time” you whispered as you fumbled with the button of his jeans. “I just hope you live up to dream Clay”

“Oh baby it’s gonna be so much better” he smirked as he unfastened your bra, throwing it across the room, taking one of your nipples in his mouth, his tongue moving slowly making you moan.

“Please no more teasing Clay” you moaned “I need you, I need to feel you”

“Mmm now that I can do” he hummed against your skin before gently biting your nipple sending shockwaves through your body. “God you know how to drive me insane” he smirked as he undid your jeans, pulling them down your body before doing the same with your thong.

“Fuck why haven’t we done this sooner” he whispered against your skin, placing soft kisses over your body. “You know this won’t just be a one night thing, I know I’m going to get addicted to feeling you around my cock, hearing you moan my name”

“Oh god Clay please” you whimpered as he ran his finger over your core.

Within seconds he was now naked, and hovering over you, the tip of his cock rubbing against your clit making you dig your nails into his shoulders.

“Tell me if I’m too rough okay” he whispered against your lips before softly kissing you as he pushed himself inside.

A gasp left your lips as the feeling of his stretching you out, you knew he was packing but didn’t know it would feel this good, he started off slow letting you get used to him but soon got the hint by your moans and started to move his hips.

“Fuck Princess” he grunted in your ear “so fucking tight”

You knew you weren't going to last long, as your moans got louder with every thrust, every move sent shockwaves through your body making you claw at Clay’s back, no doubt leaving marks but in the heat of the moment neither of you cared.

“Clay fuck” you moaned burying your face in the crook of his neck as his thumb found your clit, finding the same pace as his hips and that familiar feeling was getting stronger in the pit of your stomach, you were close and knew he knew as he thrusted harder making you bite into his shoulder from the pleasure. “Shit, shit, shit” you panted as he pushed you over the edge of climax.

But he didn’t let off, he was chasing his own high, but he was close as his thrusts were getting slower and he pulled you as close to him as physically possible, you had no time to come down from your first high as another was building, his lips connected with yours as he pushed you down into the bed, both moaning into the kiss as you fell over the edge of ecstasy.

The feeling of him laying on top of you whilst you both came down from your high was one of the best feelings in the world.

“I normally last longer than that” he laughed, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.

“I have no doubt in that” you giggled as you stared at the ceiling, “I mean if that was just a quickie then you are gonna put me in an early grave”

“Is that right?” He laughed, propping himself up on his elbow “wanna see how many more rounds we can go?”

“Is that a bet Clay Spenser?” You smirked wrapping yours around around his neck “because if so game on baby”

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sirthisisa-wendys · 4 years ago

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The Enforcers Part 8 (Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader)

wc: 1.7k

tw: dark content (self-harm)

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a/n: By no means do I condone self-harm or want to glorify it in the light of this chapter. As a person who struggled with physical self-harm in her early teens, I know the destructive nature of this type of activity. However, as my characters are not perfect and complicated, I see this particular mode of action as something she would try to do in order to alleviate her pain and confusion. If you have questions or concerns, my inbox is always open to having a discussion about it.

If you so wish, you may skip this chapter altogether. There will be a recap on the next one if you choose to skip for your mental health. Take care of yourselves and see you soon. (ALSO, I know I promised smut but I gotta give y'all a raincheck this go-round. SORRY PLS DON'T KILL ME)

You're on your forty-seventh file of scandals, coverups, and secret dossiers that you finally feel it. The fabric of your identity begins to unravel right before your eyes.

Everything you've known is a lie.

The CSB has covered up so many things. So many lives lost. So many people forced to flee. So many families ripped apart--

An email makes its way over to the server, and you open it, the words across the screen coming from Suguru.

I know it's late, but send over Yu Haibara's files when you can.

You hit the reply button and begin to type out: "You mean the boy you killed?" but you stop yourself, deleting the words rapidly. Instead, you attach the files and send them over, not even bothering to look at them. You can't do it. Not another file could be stored away in the annals of your brain.

Nothing is as it seems anymore. The lies... they pile up in your mind, flooding the spaces where you used to hold what you thought was true, what you thought was real. Now, they're overflowing out of your brain and into your heart and soul, plaguing you like the nightmares that face you down night after night, more like demons that lurk in the corners of your mind than full file cabinets.

You always wake up in a tangle of sheets and sweat, one of your various enemies' faces hovering over you right before you stare down the barrel of a gun and --

You stumble out of the chair, eyes wet with tears, and go to the sink in the bathroom to wash your face. After you splash water on your skin, you look up at your reflection, anger rolling through you at the way you look. Weak.

You're fucking weak.

The voice in your head that usually told you that you were doing okay, that you had it all under control, is now turning on you, spitting nasty words that stick in between the synapses of your brain a muddy your rational thoughts.

The voices rise to a fever pitch, and you suddenly see red, the entirety of the world descending into blood-colored madness. The shattering of the glass mirror only becomes a reality when you're standing above the sink, chest heaving as your thoughts silence one by one, like shutting off lights in a house.

But only one stays behind as a shard of the mirror clinks into the sink.

Escape.

The light at the end of the tunnel.

You could get rid of the feelings here. You could get rid of the thoughts. You could escape. Why hadn't you thought about this before?

"Do it."

Your fingers grip the jagged shard of glass carefully, and before you can stop yourself, you drag it across the inside of your wrist, end to end, leaving behind a red line of blood that immediately blooms. Crimson dots drop into the sink, and you stare at the color, mesmerized by the way the blood runs down your arm and into the porcelain bowl. But there's no relief.

No sense of freedom.

Maybe you didn't do it hard enough?

Maybe you didn't--

The door to your room slams open, and you turn your head just as Suguru comes rushing into the bathroom. The shard of glass is still in your hand, as well as the blood running down your arm, and Suguru catches this immediately.

"Fuck," he breathes, and you turn to him, shard extended.

"Don't come any closer."

"Y/n," he calmly whispers. "You don't look so good."

"I wonder why that is," you reply, and Suguru stares back at you, hands raised in surrender.

"What're you doing?"

"What does it look like, Suguru?" you state in a trance. Your bullet wound begins to throb dully, but you ignore it, just like you're ignoring the blood dripping onto the tile flooring.

"Y/n, let's think about this."

"I don't want to think anymore!" The shrill scream is loud enough to make Suguru flinch, and you softly repeat, "I don't want to think anymore," over and over again as tears run down your face.

"I know," Suguru whispers. "I know. Will you let me help you?" You hiccup and drop the piece of glass to the floor, dissolving in a heap of tears and moans. You feel hands pulling you up from the floor and into strong arms, your head being cradled against a broad chest you've felt before. "Go ahead," Suguru encourages you. "Cry it out."

He carries you to another room in the building in silence, laying you on a firm bed and disappearing as you heave painful sobs into the sheets.

"Everything... hurts..." you gasp, and when Suguru reappears with a white bundle of cloth, a bandage roll, and some water, he nods.

"We're going to make it better, don't worry." He takes your injured arm and carefully wipes away the blood, examing the cut slowly. "Doesn't need stitches, thankfully." He turns to open the water bottle and hands it to you, silently telling you to drink while he bandages your wrist.

You drink the water greedily then lean back on the headboard, eyes closing down as Suguru works diligently on your wound. And then you remember the first time he did this for you and the mistake you made in your pridefulness.

"Thank you," you murmur, and Suguru looks up at your face, finally seeing some form of clarity cross your tear-streaked cheeks.

"You're welcome," he replies tenderly. "I have to keep you safe, remember? I promised you that I would." You don't answer him, but he finishes at that exact moment anyways, standing and placing the remnants of the bandage roll on the nightstand. The wound is now covered up completely, with no sign of blood seeping through the cotton and staining the white cloth dark red.

You watch as Suguru crawls into the bed beside you, sighing deeply as he runs his fingers through his locks. "Should I stay awake with you or do you want to try to sleep?"

"Sleep," you answer - albeit not confidently - and the black-eyed man obliges, pulling the thin sheet over you.

"I'll be right here," he affirms, but you reach out your uninjured arm and touch his hand. He instantly turns his palm up to let you grab his fingers, and you pull him closer to you in the king-sized bed.

"Hold me." A second passes with no movement, and Suguru whispers,

"Are you sure?" You nod, and he wordlessly scoots closer, wrapping an arm around you as you nestle into his side with your bandaged hand resting on his chest. His fingers rub a soft pattern up and down your skin, soothing you to the brink of sleep. "I've got you. We'll deal with everything else in the morning," Suguru murmurs as you slip off into a dreamless - and nightmare-less - sleep.

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Morning comes and goes.

Midday arrives, and you awaken from your terrorless sleep still encased in Suguru's grasp. Your eyes flick up to his face, which is peaceful in the midday light streaming in from the windows. The Leader of the Fallen Sun District is asleep and dead to the world around him, but the sound of his breathing lets you know he's on the brink of waking up.

Part of you doesn't want him to. You want to lay there without any responsibilities to him, without any concern, or further harm to either one of you. Maybe if you continued to sleep, all of this would become a distant memory. All of this would go away, and you could go back to living in ignorance.

But Suguru's stirring makes you stiffen, and you feel his arms tighten around you before sliding away.

"You're awake."

"Yeah," you whisper, and he sits up, pulling his knees to his chest.

"We need to talk about last night." You sit up as well, staring at the edge of the bed blankly. "Why didn't you tell someone about your declining mental health?"

"I didn't realize it until it was too late," you admit, looking at the bandage on your wrist. "But I won't be doing that again."

"Doesn't matter," Suguru interjects, looking over at you. You choose to avoid his gaze and stare at your feet, inhaling deeply. "I have to have someone watch you now. I want you to be safe, and now I'm not sure if I can ensure that without some oversight on my part."

"No," you exhale quickly, looking over at him in fear. "I'm better now, I promise."

"I'll have someone move a few of your things over here. That way I can keep an eye on you, just in case." Suguru continues, standing from his position on the bed. "I won't bother you. But I made a promise to you, and I'm going to keep it at all costs." He turns back to you, stating, "Today we'll take a day off and go into the town. I've been wanting to show you around for a while anyway."

You conclude the argument is over when he places a kiss on your temple, then walks into his bathroom, shutting the door and leaving you on the bed alone.

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A car picks both of you up from the building, and when you slide into the backseat, Suguru points to the expanse in the distance.

"Take us to the marketplace." The driver nods, scars running up and down his pale face and his blue eyes looking up at you in the rearview mirror. Does this man even know that he's sitting next to the leader of the Fallen Sun district? Or is Kenjaku a faceless man, hiding behind walls of ones and zeroes?

The scenes that pass by you look identical to those of the city you know and love. There are children playing on the sidewalks, people carrying groceries, life carrying on as if the majority of their names aren't on some rejected list of people who defected from their previous society. Suguru notices your awe at the way things are, and looks over at you, smiling brightly.

"You'd be surprised what you can build from ashes, y/n."

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tlcwrites · 4 years ago

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Two Hearts Make a Whole

Prompt: “Kiss me again, like you mean it.” Photo prompt below.

Summary: NYC Pride is for celebration, and occasionally, long-overdue revelations.

Word Count: 2,001

Tags/Content warnings: Marvel. Stucky. If you have a problem with it, there's the door. SFW. Slight TFATWS spoilers so read at your own risk. Platonic Reader. Two idiots in love. Technically canon-divergent because I'm still in my everyone-is-alive-and-in-this-timeline happy place that I will never ever leave fuck you very much Russo brothers but not AU. Found family. All the feels. Complete and total LGBTQ+ support. Lots of bad language words because #me. Un-beta'd.

Author’s Note: Okay so yes this is technically 4 weeks late for @autumnleaves1991-blog's Writer Wednesday weekly challenge. BUT, it was incredibly important to me to finish this one before Pride month is over. Made it by the skin of my teeth.

Happy Pride, y’all. If you’re out, you’re amazing. If you’re closeted, you’re amazing. However you identify is valid and important. Trans folx are LGBTQ+. Bisexuals are LGBTQ+. Ace folx are LGBTQ+. Anyone who identifies or thinks they may be as queer is LGBTQ+. All are welcome in the family. You have the right to choose your pronouns and we have the responsibility to use them. Live whatever your truth looks like to you and love each other. Love is love is love is love. If your family doesn’t accept you for you, I’m your mom now and I’ve got mom hugs available on demand. Homophobes and TERFS can fuck off and roll in poison ivy. Always punch Nazis. Pride shouldn't be limited to the month of June. And don’t you dare forget that Black and Brown trans women were the ones who rioted at Stonewall, and we owe everything to their bravery. Don’t forget that much of popular ‘gay’ culture was appropriated from Black women. And for more facts about Pride that you should absolutely know, Rawiyah Tariq (@ mammyisdead on Instagram) has a phenomenally good overview.

“Oh my god.” You gasp loudly. "Oh my GOD. Is that-"

“What?!” Instantly in First Avenger Protective Mode™️, Steve surveys the crowd, wishing he had an actual shield instead of the screen printed one on his shirt. “What is it?”

You gasp again, smacking Sam’s arm repeatedly. “OHMYGOD IT IS HOLY FUCK.”

“First; ow.” Now-Cap rubs his bicep. “Second; clue in the class before Steve has an aneurysm, please.”

Vibrating with excitement doesn’t begin to describe your current state. “HER ROYAL HIGHNESS MISS LEMON MERINGUE IS STANDING RIGHT FUCKING THERE.”

With the finesse of a shampoo commercial, Bucky's dark locks fly as he whips around. “What?!”

“RIGHT THERE RIGHT THERE RIGHT THERE.” You abandon a relieved Sam and latch on to Bucky’s vibranium arm. “Oh my GOD I love her so fucking much.”

“She was robbed, absolutely fucking robbed,” he agrees, craning his neck to get a better view. “Divine Tension’s lip sync was shameful.”

Sam glances at Steve, who is slowly coming out of protector mode. “What the ever-loving hell are they talking about?”

“RuPaul’s Drag Race.” Nat flicks more confetti at both Cap-the-former and Cap-the-current. “They watch it every week.”

“Really, Steven, for a guy with enhanced super senses, you miss a lot.” Tony hefts a bedazzled Morgan higher on his back. The toddler, accompanied by Scott playing air-piano on the ground, sings along with the ABBA song being blasted at full volume through the street. Tony continues as if this is an everyday occurrence. “Why do you think both of your People disappear every Friday evening?”

Ears pink, Steve mumbles something.

“What?!” The only other one with hearing enhanced enough to hear a murmur over the cacophony of several thousand people belting out the chorus of ‘Dancing Queen’ at the top of their lungs, Bucky turns to stare at his friend. “You thought we were datin’?”

Steve’s blush extends down his neck.

You and Bucky stare at each other for a moment before you both collapse on each other, exploding into stomach clenching, thigh slapping laughter.

“I’m gonna guess that’s a ‘no’?” Clint confirms with Nat.

“Oh, a big ‘no’.” She watches affectionately as you and Bucky calm down enough to look at each other, breathe for a second, and both promptly dissolve into hysterics once more. “Like, the biggest ‘no’.”

Sam crossed his arms across his chest, his stoic stance so reminiscent of Steve it’s amusing (as well as a beautiful disparity to the sequined crop top he’s sporting. Oof, those abs.). “How do I not know about this?”

“Because you’re not a former super spy?” The usually-Black-but-today-Rainbow Widow tosses the last of her confetti at Tony, who spins a jubilant Morgan into it. “Or because you and that leggy barista from the lobby coffee shop are too busy playing hide-the-“

“-Baby Shark!” Morgan suddenly shrieks, flailing towards a guy on roller blades wearing a fin and tail (and not much else).

“Yeah,” Nat finishes with a smirk, “Hide-the-Baby Shark.”

Sam flips her a gesture that makes Clint laugh and Bruce sigh.

You and Bucky have finally managed to pull yourselves together. “Oh my god, Steven Grant,” you gasp, wiping tears from your eyes. “That’s the funniest fucking shit I’ve ever fucking heard.”

“Language!”

Steve glares at Tony. “One. Time. It was one. Time.”

Bucky slings his flesh arm around Steve’s shoulders. “Oh, punk. You may have perfect vision now, but sometimes you’re still as blind as you were before.”

Visiortn himself nods sagely. “Humans can be quite unperceptive when it comes to matters of the heart.” Vision casts a fond smile at Wanda, who is using her powers to make Pietro’s tinsel wig fly on and off. “Sometimes you have to look harder to see what’s right in front of your nose.”

A confused frown on that handsome face, Captain Clueless looks at Bucky. “Why do I feel like everyone else knows something that I don’t?”

His bestie sighs deeply. “Because, Stevie, almost everyone else on this planet knows that my tastes tend towards tall, blonde, blue-eyed knuckleheads who have zero sense of self-preservation.”

“And an ass you could bounce a quarter off of,” Scott helpfully supplies.

“And that,” Bucky agrees.

Steve frowns.

You press your palms to your eyes in vexation. “You, Steve. He’s talking about you.” (Seriously, how has this idiot survived for over a century while being so dumb?)

Whatever he was expecting, it was certainly not that. “He-“ The Man With A Plan gapes as he turns to his oldest friend. “You-“

“Me,” Bucky says gently.

Even though you’re slightly surprised that Bucky is going to do this in such a public forum, you can’t help but be so proud of your friend. It has taken a long time for Bucky to believe he deserves to be happy. There are days he still sinks into that dark place, where his inner demons whisper that he should have fought harder against his Hydra captors, and that his past actions were still somehow his fault. Those are the days no amount of baking or Modern Marvels will bring him out of his funk. You, Steve, Sam, and Nat have all held those strong shoulders as they shook with sobs, overwhelmed by the shame and horror at what his hands had done without his consent.

But he’s here. He’s free. And he’s smiling nervously at his best friend.

“I-” Steve is short-circuiting. “Me?!”

“Stevie.” With the kind of tender patience that can only be born of a lifetime of keeping (or attempting to keep) an idiot such as one Steven Grant Rogers from flinging himself headlong into every fight he comes across, Bucky moves his flesh hand to the back of Steve’s neck. His face is full of such soft affection that you almost want to look away for fear of intruding on this suddenly intimate moment. “What do you think ‘til the end of the line’ means, you idiot? You’ve been it for me since I was thirteen-years-old.”

Blue eyes are locked with blue eyes as Steve processes this revelation. “I-” He shakes his head as if to declutter his thoughts. “This whole time?”

“Since the first time I saw that asshole knock you down, and your scrawny ass climbed right back up.” A wry chuckle escapes as Bucky reminices. “You were ninety pounds soaking wet, and you stood there, against a guy who was three times your size, and never waivered for a second. It was magnificent.”

“I don’t like bullies,” is Steve’s quiet response.

Bucky’s grin is adoring. “I know, sweetheart.” He gently strokes the back of Steve’s neck with his thumb. “You’ve always had a heart way bigger than your brain.”

Steve is still back on the first part of Bucky’s admission. “If you’ve felt- if you-” He’s practically pleading. “Why didn’t you say anything then?”

Bucky shrugs, attempting and failing nonchalance. “It was a different time, you know?” He’s uncharacteristically unsure of himself, the subtle waiver in his voice revealing the anxiety born of a lifetime of being forced to hide his truth. “I mean, you remember how it was; you didn’t talk about, no one talked about- about being- about people like...” He swallows thickly. “And I was so scared you didn’t, that you weren’t-” His voice breaks.

Even though you’ve all been emotionally invested in this love story for years, the entire team respectfully pretends not to listen as the former Winter Soldier quietly admits his deepest secret to his closest friend. It’s enraging as Bucky confesses yet another way he's been a victim of his circumstances, and denied his right to live freely without derision. Once more, you’re awed by his resilience.

“-it was a risk I couldn’t take,” Bucky finally gets out, that stubborn fire back in his eyes. “I couldn’t lose you, Steve. I couldn’t chance it. I could live with just being your friend and only your friend so long it meant you were in my life.”

Stunned silence meets the end of his confession. Steve’s face is impassive, those cerulean eyes uncharacteristically inscrutable.

You can all tell Bucky is heading steadily towards dread and heartbreak the longer Steve takes to respond. You and Sam exchange a look, both ready to intervene if Steve demonstrates any of the abhorrent attitudes that were so prevalent in the society of his youth. It would be completely out of character for him, but...

Finally, Steve speaks. “You’re telling me,” he says, his words slow and deliberate, “that you made me wait ninety-three years to tell me you’ve felt the same way about me as I have about you since the day you picked me up out of that alley?!”

The whole found family breaths a collective sigh of relief as Steve pulls Bucky even closer, broad chest to broad chest.

“Okay, to be fair, you were an ice cube for most of that time and I wasn’t exactly available for a relationship.” Bucky’s grin stands in contradiction to his mullish defense. “But yeah, that’s the gist of it.” There’s the Bucky you all know and love, biting his lip with those perfect white teeth. “Now, punk, I’d really like to kiss you now, but first I need you to say you want me to.”

“You-” Steve’s throat works as he attempts- and fails- to rein in his emotions. “You jerk.”

And then the Star Spangled Man seizes the president of the Sometimes-Former-Assassins Club by his ridiculously perfect face and crashes their mouths together.

At any Pride event, seeing two men kissing is, obviously, to be expected. But seeing The First Avenger and The White Wolf attempting to swallow each other’s tongues is not at all routine. As people realize what is happening, the crowd is whipped into a frenzy the likes of which is usually reserved for the aftermath of sporting events and elections that defeat fascists.

Watching the two men embrace, Scott sniffles loudly. “I’m gonna cry, I’m so happy.”

He’s certainly not the only one. Wanda has a watery smile as she wraps her arms around Vision and Pietro; Pepper, Tony, and Bruce are watching with fond parental energy; you and Sam sandwich Peter between the two of you, grins practically splitting your faces. Even Nat’s eyes look suspiciously shiny and she and Clint sling their arms around each other with platonic affection. And that’s not counting the several thousand people who are cheering for love being love being love being love.

When they finally break their embrace, the Centennial twins are startled to see they’ve collected quite an audience.

“Uh, so…” Suddenly bashful, Steve glances back to his- partner? Boyfriend? Soulmate? Is there a word that can accurately describe two people who have found each other time and again in a world that seems hell-bent on keeping them apart?- his ears practically maroon with embarrassment. For a guy with one of the most-recognized faces in the world, Steve is still incredibly and endearingly uncomfortable with attention. “Buck?”

Bucky seems just as stunned as Steve.

Thankfully, the masses demonstrate the usual support that’s the hallmark of Pride. “LOVE IS LOVE!” someone screams in the crowd. It’s quickly echoed, and chants fill the park.

The attention momentarily off them, the former Winter Soldier and his giant himbo of a soulmate look back at each other. You pretend not to watch through the happiest tears as they embrace again, bringing their foreheads together. The relief they share is palpable, as they’re finally able to show the world- and each other- the love they’ve each hidden for so long.

Bucky’s voice is so soft you have to strain to hear it. “You have no idea how much m’in love with you, Stevie.”

“Pretty sure I do,” Steve answers, bringing a hand up to carefully wipe the tears from Bucky’s face. “‘cause it’s as much as I love you, Buck.”

Bucky's answering grin can only be described as saucy. “Then kiss me again, like you mean it.”

And Steve, for once in his long life, does exactly as ordered.

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A/N: “The Sometimes-Former-Assassins Club” is from Starry_Emerald173’s BRILLIANT The Avengers Wrangler over on AO3. If you haven’t read it yet, drop what you’re doing and do so immediately. Make sure you're not drinking any liquids, or your keyboard/phone may be in peril.

#writer wednesday #steve x bucky #stucky #steve rogers fic #pride #steve rogers fanfiction #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfiction #stucky fanfic #stucky fanfiction #love is love #happy pride #steve rogers x bucky barnes #platonic reader #my writing

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jae-daddy · 4 years ago

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Red Rose (4)

jaebum mafia series

one / two / three / four / five masterlist

pairing: im jaebum x reader genre: mafia, angst, romance, mature plot: im jaebum was your first love in university, but then he disappeared, and now he’s back, and he is a mafia leader? a/n: well, it gets better from here huehue :) hope y’all like it, not edited <3

“This is stupid,” you told Jaebum smiling so brightly you knew you looked silly. Jaebum only kissed your nose in reply, before gesturing you to follow him. You giggled quietly, following him as you whispered, “If we get caught, we’ll be facing the committee for sure, Jae.”

Jaebum turned towards you, his face shadowed with the darkness, but his eyes glittering with the stars of a summer night, “Trust me?”

“Always,” you breathed, Jaebum pecked your lips once more before rounding the corner. He stared at the security desk, peeking inside to find the guard sleeping. He celebrated silently before leading you towards the doors of the building.

A gasp left you as the cold air whipped onto your face, but the harsh wind wasn’t the reason. It was the stars shining above you, glittering brightly. The moon looked so big and close, you felt you could touch it. You felt if you would dare to reach up and glide your hand over the moon, you’ll feel the smooth silkiness of the surface.

“This is beautiful.” You breathed, turning towards Jaebum who looked at you like you were the stars and moon.

“It’s nothing compare to you,” he took a step closer to you. His warm hands holding your face, his thumb caressing your cheeks softly, “No beauty of this entire universe can compare to you.”

“That is actually impossible,” you peered up at him through your eyelashes, the smile on your lips not flattering for a second.

“Everything in this world is possible,” he took a step towards you, his warm breath dancing over your lips.

“That’s a paradox,” you breathed, lifting your lips towards him. “If nothing is impossible, finding something more beautiful than me-”

“Is impossible,” he cut you off planting his lips on yours.

“Please, help me.” You rasped, watching as the window wind down. Your breath got caught in your throat as you saw the familiar face.

“Get in,” Jaebum ordered.

Something about the way he spoke made you want to fight back. You wanted to turn away and keep on running down the road until someone else drove down this isolated road. But then you stopped, biting your nails into your palm, taking a deep breath.

“Jae-”

Jaebum turned towards you, his eyes blazing so darkly whatever fight you had in you got caught in your throat.

“Y/n!” Another voice spoke from inside the vehicle, you bent down to find his dark brows furrowed together.

“Jinyoung!” You smiled, wincing a bit at the pain from the action.

“Do you want to spend the whole night talking from outside the car?” Jaebum cut in, his knuckles turning white on the steering wheel. “Get in the back.”

You straightened, rolling your eyes, as you opened the door and settled into the back seat. A silent groan fell from your lips as the pain ran all through your body. You closed your eyes and leaned against the driver’s seat in front of you.

These past few days felt like a fever dream, even the kidnapping a few minutes ago. It all seemed unreal; like you were trapped in a dream that you couldn’t get up from and it kept dragging on and on. But you knew it was real, you knew from the way your body ached and burned from different brushes and cuts.

“Where are they?” Jaebum asked, but it really wasn’t a question. His voice was full of demand and authority. He wasn’t asking you, he was just getting the information from you.

“It’s up the gravel road coming ahead on the right,” you muttered, peering out the window. You felt sick watching the road speed pass you. You could tell this wasn’t the speed limit.

And then, the car stopped. You closed your eyes, keeping your head down.

“Stay here,” Jaebum ordered once again. You didn’t say anything as Jaebum and Jinyoung got out of the car, their doors slamming shut. You just kept your eyes closed as you leaned against the seat in front of you.

When the first loud bang echoed through the empty lot, you froze. Your spine straightening on the second, the fear rose higher in your chest as more gunshots fired in the old building.

You sat there quietly, watching the garage door waiting for the two males to walk out. You counted the seconds, waiting and watching.

It had been quite a while since you had escaped. They had back-up by now. You could tell new people had arrived judging from the two new big vans stationed outside the old factory.

You were scared to go in incase you ended up being more trouble then help.

“Three hundred seconds,” you told yourself. “If they don’t come out in three hundred seconds, I’ll go in.”

Two-hundred and twenty.

You straightened, biting down at the pain. You gripped the gun tightly in your hand, checking through the car for something useful. But nothing beat the heavy cool metal in your hand.

“Two hundred-eighty-nine,” you took a deep breath, your fingers unlocking the car. Your fingers hocked on the handle, with three seconds to go, you began pushing the car door, but it swiftly jerked open by another hand.

A shriek left you, you felt your finger resting on the trigger of the gun press in surprise. Your chest heaved as you glared at a darkened face man staring at you with the fires of hell.

“Are you fucking stupid?!” You snapped at Jaebum, your teeth barred. “Are you fucking crazy?”

You thanked the heavens, the safety for the gun was locked otherwise you would’ve shot the idiot glaring at you as if you were the one missing brain cells.

You took in his appearance.

He wasn’t so dishevelled when he had walked into the old building. His shirt was straight, no buttons had popped off. There had been no red splattered on his expensive suit, his hair was set perfectly, and there was no cut on his forehead.

“You're hurt,” you stated, your anger fading as you studied the cut. Jaebum didn’t answer. Instead, he slammed the door close before walking around and getting into the passenger seat.

“Good call, JB,” Jinyoung instantly got into the drivers seat. He turned towards Jaebum with a teasing smile and sparkling eyes. “You may be gifted at most things, but driving is not one of them, my friend.”

Jaebum just glared at him in reply. Jinyoung ignored him, chuckling lightly, as he began driving off.

You sighed into the seat, looking out the window quietly.

Whenever your eyes would travel to the front of the car, you would find Jinyoung concentrating on the road. Your eyes would flicker towards Jaebum momentarily, and every time they did, you found him leaning back into his seat, his arms crossed and eyes closed.

“Who were they?” You asked after a while. You were driving into the city now.

“They were Marco’s men,” Jinyoung answered, his eyes meeting yours through the rearview mirror. “The guy you shot was their second in command.”

You nodded, before snorting after a while, “Are all gangsters that weak?”

Jaebum slowly opened his eyes, turning back to look at you. He looked like he was about to say something, his eyes darkening and jaws locking. You watched his dark eyes; challenging and not looking away.

Your heart sink as you noticed the darkness that surrounded him. He was nothing like the boy who had snuck you to the rooftop to give you the best view of the night sky. He was nothing like the boy who smiled brightly and made you laugh.

In the end, the corner of his lips lifted in a grunt, before he turned away.

“Should we stop at her place?” Jinyoung asked.

“No, straight to home,” Jaebum replied curtly, going back to his little nap.

You straightened in your seat, your hands gripping the leather of the driver and passenger seat as you leaned into the gap, “No, I want to go home.”

“We are going home,” Jaebum replied, only his lips moving, as the rest of him remained in nap mode.

“No, I want to go to my house.”

“Not happening,” he replied, he moved his shoulder, a little frown on his lips, “You need to see a doctor.”

“I’m fine,” you whined, as your whole body turned towards him. “I am not even hurt, just a few scratches.”

Jaebum’s eyes snapped open before he turned in his seat to meet your surprised ones.

You couldn’t move from your awkward position as his dark eyes bored into yours with an intensity that made your tummy flutter. His eyes glanced lower, focusing on your lips, and then back to at eyes and they weren't blazing as brightly anymore.

You bit your lip, wincing slightly at the tear at the corner of your lips. You could taste the dried blood at the corner of your lips. You could feel the inside of your cheeks torn from the brutal slaps, but you weren’t sure a doctor could be any help. They would heal naturally.

“You are bleeding,” was all he said before he turned to face forward on his seat again.

“Jaebum, it’s just a scratch,” you sighed tiredly.

Before Jaebum could reply. Jinyoung cut in, “We just passed the exit to your place, and there’s no way back there unless we round the city. I guess it’s home for now.”

Your eyes sharpened as they turned to Jinyoung. You stared at him for a few more seconds. Jinyoung’s gaze flickered to you before he shrugged, his lips pouted innocently.

“Fine,” you sighed with frown on your lips as you folded your arms, defeated.

“I can’t tell if you’re supremely talented and meant to be an outlaw, or if you’re just wrapped in pure luck?” Mark, the in-house doctor and a member of the gang, remarked as he cleaned your wounds and treated them. Turns out you were more injured than you had realised.

“I wouldn’t bet on luck,” you snorted, shaking your head at him.

“So what,” Yugyeom folded his arms, as he leaned against the dresser. “You’re talented?”

“I guess that is the only explanation, isn’t it?” you gave him a sweet sarcastic smile.

“She was clearly meant for the dark side,” Mark chuckled at Yugyeom’s annoyed face.

“How are you a waitress at a diner?” Youngjae, another member asked. You rolled your eyes at the question.

You were once again in the room they had given you the last time you were at their mansion. But this time, there were five other people sitting around the room. You recognised them all from their visits at the diner, but this was your first time meeting all of them.

But it seemed like they were more interested in you, then you were in them. You set in the centre of their attention on the bed as Mark treated you and wrapped your injuries.

This time you could say this place was a mansion with full confidence. You couldn't help but notice the size of this property as Jinyoung drove up the gated driveway.

It was an estate. A castle that belonged to a king, but was now taken over by fugitives.

“You are gangsters,” You sang, a statement more than a question.

“We like to be referred to as mafia, gangsters are not up to our standard.” The sour look on Bambam's face changed into a smug look as he shrugged, cocky, “Mafia are a different breed.”

You held his gaze, a little knowing smile playing on your lips as you shrugged, nonchalantly, “Same difference.”

Bambam looked over to the other three guys in complete and utter shock and betrayal, gasping, “She did not just say that.”

“She is clearly uneducated,” Yugyeom replied, shooting lasers out of his eyes as he stared at you.

“How did you learn how to fight?” Youngjae asked, again, changing the topic. You turned to find him sizing you up, as his eyes narrowed.

“I don’t know how to fight,” you furrowed your brows, confused. You really didn't know. You had never fought anyone in your whole life.

“So a fairy helped you escape the group of fully trained mafia members today?” he quirked an eyebrow, distrustingly.

“Don’t forget the perfect shot,” Jackson added, his eyes filled with suspicion too.

You stared back at the two of them. Your eyes narrowing as you studied them back, “I did do self-defence and a bit of karate growing up, but I haven’t done anything these past few years. Just muscle memory and adrenaline, I guess.”

Youngjae just hummed in reply, nodding, brimming with distrust.

“How about shooting?” Jackson asked, crossing his legs as he leaned forward. “How is your aim so good?”

“Oh, that’s just natural,” you shrugged, smiling. “I’ve been good at target games since I was a kid. My town even banned me from playing games at the carnival because I was so good people paid me to win them prizes.”

“That is the most bizarre thing I have ever heard,” Jackson leaned back, impressed through and through.

“Anything else you want to interrogate me on?” You smiled tightly at the group of boys.

“Nope,” Mark smirked up at you. He gently pinned down a bandage on your wrist. “It seems like we’re all done, and we’ll leave you to rest.”

“Thank you, Mark,” you gave him a soft smile. He replied smiling as he nodded, and rushed the other four out of your room.

You watched as Youngjae closed the door, his eyes glaring at you with mistrust as he did so.

You sighed once the door clicked shut and fell back onto the bed.

You didn't realise when you had fallen asleep. The misadventures of the past twenty-hour hours knocked you into a sleep coma.

You woke up when a steady knock sounded on the heavy wooden doors of the room you were in.

You groaned getting up, as you made your way towards the door.

You opened it to find Jinyoung standing there, already dressed impressively in a light blue suit.

“Good morning, y/n,” he smiled at you, and you couldn’t help but notice how attractive he was. Jinyoung’s polite smile didn’t flatter as he brought his hand out from behind him, holding a pile of clothes, “I hope you slept well.

“Here change into this after freshening up. The bathroom is that door over there,” you followed where his finger pointed to the big double doors inside the room. You had thought it was a closet. “Breakfast is at nine, just walk downstairs, and you’ll see it on the left.”

Before you could say anything, he was already walking away.

You smiled at the group of boys as they walked in. Each sitting into their places around the massive slab of rich marble the table was built off. The whole mansion was literally an old castle, there was no other explanation for its enormity or its delicate designs over every aspect of the building.

“Good morning boys,” you greeted them, before taking a bite of the slice of apple on your plate. You took in each of the four boys, three of them missing. The four looked at you and then them among themselves, “Are the others running late?”

They didn’t answer, all staring at you in confusion and furrowed brows.

Before you could say anything, footsteps entered the room. You looked up to find Jaebum walk in, Mark and Jinyoung close behind him.

Jaebum’s dark hair was styled away from his face, revealing his forehead.

His eyes darkened as they landed on you, a small scowl on his face as walked towards the table. You quirked an eyebrow with dare, but he simply looked away, his face impassive.

“Nice to see you found your way, y/n,” Jinyoung sat next to you, Bambam on the other side. Jaebum sat at the head of the table and you rolled your eyes before taking a sip of your water.

“It was quite difficult, this place is huge,” you smiled at him. Jinyoung just smile, his polite smile as he nodded taking out pancakes onto his plate.

“It used to be a castle, a rich relative of some king built this for him as a gift,” Mark told you, sitting next to Jaebum at the first seat. Your eyebrows rose in surprise and impress at the fact about the castle, it did match the tale.

You attempted not to look at him, but you failed. Your eyes flickered towards Jaebum. His dark eyes watched over the table, taking in everyone with a dismal expression, his eyes skipping over you determinately.

You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, as you tore your gaze away from him.

You had decided this morning in the shower that it didn’t matter to you. Im Jaebum didn’t matter to you. It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t remember you, that he hasn’t smiled at you, or doesn’t say your name anymore.

He hadn’t even asked how you were, nothing.

You had received absolutely nothing from him, except for rude words and irritated expressions.

You didn’t need this, you didn't deserve this.

The gorgeous man sitting at the end of the table was nothing like your Jaebum. He looked like him, he sounded like him. But he wasn’t like him at all.

You had decided this was most likely the last time you would ever see him so you decided not to do anything. You had the patience to go through one breakfast, successfully biting down the urge to walk over to him and shake him furiously.

How could he not remember you?

“How’s the pain?” Mark asked, looking over from his plate. You turned your attention towards him, feeling your eyes soften as a small smile climbed onto your lips.

“It’s better,” your eyes darted towards Jaebum who had stopped now. He wasn't looking up at you, but he was listening to every word that fell from your lips. You tried biting down the growing smile on your lips as you turned to Mark, “But it didn’t hurt, to begin with. I wasn’t even wounded.”

Your eyes betrayed you once more as they slipped back to Jaebum. His hands gripped the fork in his hand, as he chewed his food carefully. You noticed the bandaid on the top of his forehead and wondered if it was serious.

Suddenly, his gaze lifted and met your startled eyes. You instantly looked down at your plate, your cheeks burning. You instantly cursed yourself for being weak, you should’ve stared back at him.

But he had caught you off guard... and that look in his eyes...

“Bam and Jackson, you both go down to the Guard and see if all is in place,” Jaebum began, addressing the boys, ignoring your existence once again. The rest of the boys stopped talking, all focusing on Jaebum as he spoke. “Youngjae find out what Marco is doing, and what his next step is. Yugyeom and Jinyoung, go help her move and then meet Mark and me at the Guard after you’re done. Mark come with me after checking up on her.”

Jaebum’s hand gestured towards you quickly, distastefully, discerningly, every time he said her. As if saying your name burned him; as if you weren't even worth his time. He spoke about you as if you were just some bothersome chore.

You turned towards him, your eyes hard as you spoke, “Help me move where?”

Jaebum didn’t look at you, instead, he turned to the male next to you, “Jinyoung, tell her she’s moving here.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Explain to her that she is,” again, he spoke towards Jinyoung.

You turned to Jinyoung, who stared at you with tired eyes. He clearly didn’t want to be in the middle of this, but you didn’t care. All you saw was Jaebum, all you felt was the wave of anger towards Jaebum, “Tell him, that I want to go home, and I am not moving anywhere.”

“If she stays there, there is a chance of yesterday repeating. Tell her that Jinyoung.”

“It won’t happen again because it’s already happened, they aren’t stupid enough to do the same trick twice-”

“Yes, because next time will be worse,” still staring at Jinyoung. Jinyoung looked at him, his neck quickly snapping towards you as you spoke to him.

“I can’t just up and leave everything, I have a life!”

“She has a life,” Jinyoung turned to Jaebum, sheepishly. Jaebum glared at him, as Jinyoung winced in his seat, casting his eyes down.

“She will not have a life if she stays there,” was all he said, still looking at Jinyoung.

“You do not get to decide for me,” you said, your voice raw, your eyes on him. Jaebum finally looked at you, his dark eyes so cold it burned you, but you didn’t look away. You held his gaze, your fists clenching by your side, “You do not get to decide anything for me, about me.”

Jaebum didn’t say anything, his eyes watching you intently.

You took a painful gulp, your throat dry, your eyes on fire. The words itched at your throat, each word climbing from somewhere deep in your chest. Each word filled with hurt, pain, and anger.

“You do not get to decide to forget me.”

The silence that filled the room was deafening. The silence traced its burning fingertips up your arms, along the back of your neck before tracing down your spine. The silence bit at you, filling you up, the only thing you could hear was your hammering heart and heavy breathing.

You kept your sharp eyes on him, not looking away from his enraged ones.

“Everyone leave,” Jaebum ordered, not looking away from you. You had forgotten about the rest of them sitting around the table, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t think about anything else except for the anger raging in your chest.

They all left instantly.

Jaebum spoke first, “You are staying here.”

“I already said no.”

“This isn’t the time to throw a childish tantrum,” he responded, his eyes piercing into yours. Your chest rose and fell from rage, from excitement. “Your life is in danger.”

“My life is mine to protect.”

“We owe you protection,” he replied, his voice even, cool, but you could trace the edge to it. “The reason you’re in this is because you risked yourself trying to save one of us. It is the only right thing to do, for anyone.”

“So much for a simple stranger,” you chortled, smirking. “I wonder what you do for the people you care about.”

Jaebum’s eyes lit up as he snorted, finally looking away. He moved with such grace, the tightness in his body disappearing as if the air wasn’t sparking with tension, “I won’t apologise for not knowing you. I can’t apologise if I am not wrong.”

“Cut the bullshit,” you snorted, you hated how you were acting. You hated how calm and composed he had become, and how you were still wild like a naked wire of live electricity, “Fuck you. If you want to deny remembering me then fuck you, asshole. But there is no way I am staying here, I want to go home.”

You stood up from your seat, the chair scraping against the polished marble. You matched his eyes, but you couldn’t calm the fire in them to match his coolness, “I am going home.”

You began walking away from him, your shoes clicking against the expensive marble. You hadn’t even reached the end of the table when a tight grip fastened on your wrist, turning you back to meet his foreboding eyes scorching with a sharp bitterness.

“You will be staying here,” he sneered at you, his teeth gritted tightly. You took a step back, your lower back hitting the rear of the table.

You were afraid.

You gulped, and he took a step closer, making the edge of the marble dig into your back. Your wrist burned where he held you. You weren’t sure if it was because of his touch or the bruise from yesterday.

Jaebum must have noticed the fear flash in your eyes, as his eyes softened. You had to grip the table behind you with your free hand to keep you steady.

You were afraid. You were scared.

You didn’t want to stay.

Jaebum’s grip on your wrist loosened, as he took another step back, sighing as he closed his eyes.

“Stop being difficult,” he spoke, his eyes looking at you but not meeting yours. You cast your eyes to the floor instead, your heart still trembling. “It’s for your own safety.”

You weren’t sure if you would be safe here too.

When you didn’t answer he sighed again, tired and exhausted, “Just for three months.”

You looked up at him, your lips parted. Three months was three months too long, you wanted to be out of here this second. You couldn’t put your life on hold for three months and hide in this old castle mansion with these criminals.

“Three months is too long,” you shook your head, tears springing in your eyes. It was too long.

It was too long a time to spend with this man in front of you.

He looked at you, there was no anger in his eyes. There was no hardness, no darkness, nothing cold in them. But there was no brightness, no light, there was nothing in them as he looked at you, drained.

“I’ll try to sort this out before then,” Jaebum spoke, more to himself than to you as he ran a hand through his hair. “You’ll have full freedom, you can do whatever you want. Just take one of the boys with you, and stay here.”

When you didn’t say anything, he looked at you. He took a step closer towards you, and when you shrunk in your place, he stopped.

Jaebum cleared his throat, before speaking softly, “It’s just three months in exchange for the rest of your life, y/n.”

You nodded.

You whispered, “Okay.”

Tears stung your eyes, and your heart bled.

You closed your eyes, a few drops escaping down your cheeks. You quickly wiped them away with shaking hands. You could feel Jaebum staring at you, watching you. You bit your lip to hold yourself together.

Before he could say anything, you ran out of the room. Your weight hobbling over to one side, a result of the spoiled ankle from yesterday. You couldn’t make it to your room, so you disappeared into the closest room you could find, closing the door behind you.

And then you let it out.

It hurt you hearing him say it.

You didn't know your heart could ever hurt so painfully from hearing your own name.

But it could, anything could happen to you when Im Jaebum says your name.

It didn’t matter how much of an asshole Jaebum had become since you last saw him. It didn’t matter how afraid you were, or how much you feared him. Nothing mattered when you heard him say your name.

All of it disappeared, and you were once again standing outside the lecture hall waiting for your class. He leaned in, even with the distance his warm breath brushed the side of your neck, “Hello, y/n.”

You pushed your palms into your eyes and cried harder.

It almost felt as if you were mourning him.

You missed him.

You missed Im Jaebum.

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katnissmellarkkk · 4 years ago

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Angst #9

Hahahaha, so uh... you wanted angst? You got it. It may not be exactly what you wanted but it’s what came to mind when you sent this prompt.

This turned out wayyyyy longer than I intended but 🤷🏼‍♀️. I always overwrite 😂💁🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️.

Context I think necessary to know for this prompt is that it’s set four years Post-Mockingjay, three years post “so after”, and I think that’s all you need to know?

Oh yeah, and I should also mention that I definitely took creative liberties here. And also, trigger warning for choking.

Prompt: Angst “Did it mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you?”

"Peeta," I yelp as he playfully splashes me. "Stop."

"Get in here," he demands, pointing to the water his whole body is immersed in.

"No," I refuse, laying on my back, maybe a little teasingly. "I just dried off."

Today was a particularly sunny day, with the bright light from outside our windows rousing us from bed even before our usual wake up time. I know the people of Twelve will be disappointed they can't get their bread and pastries today--especially seeing that Sunday is the most popular day at the Mellark Bakery--but I just couldn't pass up a lazy day at the lake with Peeta.

Still though, I didn't get as much sleep as I've grown accustomed to and after hours of swimming in the lake—and, jokingly, teaching Peeta to find katniss roots—I'm lethargic. My exhausted body is perfectly happy to lay in the grass with the sun beating down on me, either darkening or burning my skin.

But Peeta, it would seem, has other plans.

"Don't you dare," I hiss as his cacophonous footsteps approach. Even without the noise he still makes when he moves, the sound of dripping water would have given him away.

Not listening to me and definitely not heeding my warning—either he's grown fearless in the four years since the war or I've lost my bite and grown soft on him—Peeta reaches down and grabs me up by the waist, easily hoisting me up into his arms.

"Did you say you dared me?"

"Peeta," I try to command, as a last ditch effort, before bracing myself for what I know is coming.

Like clockwork, just as I have my eyes shut and sucked in a breath, Peeta tosses me in the deepest part of the lake before jumping back in himself.

I easily push my head above the surface just as he creates a massive splash of water with his impact.

"You're going to drain the lake," I complain as his hands find themselves on my hips, pulling me in closer. I go without resistance, but remain annoyed he just tossed me back in the water.

His lips find residence on my cheek, trailing lower and lower, underneath my jaw and down my neck, a non-verbal apology.

"Is all this water really good for your prosthetic?" I murmur after a long moment, some of the irritation fading from my body as he kisses down my shoulder softly.

"My leg is waterproof, Katniss," he reminds, chuckling a little.

"Oh yeah," I try to respond but his lips trail down to my chest, pushing me up higher against him, and speaking becomes difficult. "Generous of them," is all I can manage.

He lets out a real laugh this time. "Can always depend on the generosity of the Capitol, can’t we?" He quips just as I capture his lips with my own.

I don't know if in the last three years that we’ve been together I've become a better kisser—I've definitely become more experienced—and I can't say for certain if our kisses feel any different now to him, but I do know for a fact that Peeta has grown leaps and bounds with time. His lips, which were always soft and warm, now move with expertise, now hold a confidence I didn't realize was missing all that time we were putting on a show. Kissing Peeta now is another kind of experience and one I never knew I needed, one I never thought to ask for, before I had it.

Of course, I get some credit here. I am the one who's lips have given him the practice, who's tongue has freely wrestled with his, the one who he's gained all his expertise from.

As we pull apart for air, my face lolling down into his shoulder, burrowing there, I hear a peculiar sound. One I don't cognitively recognize at first but my sense memory captures instantly. It's a sound that makes my stomach twist and lurch before I can comprehend exactly why.

Peeta tenses too, rather abruptly. I feel his hands grip my thighs tighter to him, almost wrapping me around him, as if to keep me protected from whatever is buzzing above us.

The buzzing only gets stronger—so much stronger, in only a matter of seconds—and I have to consciously force myself to breathe as it hits me where that sound is coming from.

Tracker jackers. A whole lot of them.

Someone, somewhere, must have knocked over a nest. Someone must have been both unlucky and careless and somehow expelled an entire hive by mistake.

That's what I tell myself, at least. That this was purely a mistake. That this isn't an attack, set out to hurt us, to endanger us for deadly entertainment labeled a game.

Because unleashing a whole hive of tracker jackers on us, while we're out alone, secluded, in the middle of the woods, is the exact kind of thing the Gamemakers would do.

"Katniss," Peeta whispers, his voice close to my ear now. I can tell instantly that he's petrified.

Of course he's petrified. Tracker jacker venom is exactly what he was injected with, over and over again, in an attempt to destroy his memory, his mind, the very essence of his being.

"Katniss?" He says again, a little louder and a little rougher. But I'm still too shocked to move. I'm useless, completely frozen in place while the horrible creatures, that are deadly in large quantities—just ask Glimmer—finally come into view, circulating above us.

"We need to run," he urges, and I don't have to look at him to know his blue eyes are desperate.

Nodding blankly, I don't take my eyes off of the venomous creatures flying over our heads. Somehow, a very sore, exhausted part of my brain wakes back up and I feel myself go into survival mode.

A mode in which I had wished to never transition into again.

My legs unwrap from Peeta's waist and I interlock our fingers, squeezing his hand as tightly as I can. I swim to the edge of the lake, towing him behind me, and climb onto the grass just as I hear the buzzing grow closer.

Peeta is only inches, if even that, behind me, and we both grab our shirts and pants from the blanket we set out and dress ourselves while moving through the trees. Our soaked skin makes this more challenging but not altogether impossible, and soon I feel Peeta's hand yanking on mine, propelling me forward.

I know he's even more afraid than I am when I realize he's running ahead of me, dragging me behind him. Peeta is by far a slower runner than I am. The idea that there's enough fear in him to compensate for a naturally slower gait and a fake leg makes my heart ache.

I hear the tracker jackers still getting closer though, no matter how fast we move. It's not a surprising, really, as when these creatures were designed, they were made to lock in on a target and chase it down until it died. After all, they were made to be a weapon in the first war.

And they were used as one in both.

I feel myself let out a loud sigh of relief as the sound of the wasps begins to fade away, as we come closer and closer to the edge of the woods.

Still, it isn't enough. It's never enough.

Peeta's prosthetic does better than I cynically imagined but in the end, it gives out just as I knew it would and he goes tumbling face-first down into the dirt and branches. I didn’t see it but I can tell by the way his leg, his only real leg, is scraped up, that it must have gotten caught on the fallen branches strewed across the ground.

"Peeta!" I scream, louder than I intend to. Louder than I know I should.

I kneel down beside him, adrenaline still pumping through my veins like red, hot blood, and I yank and tug at his arm, trying to force him to stand and run again, as my wail evidently alerted a few stray wasps that hadn't entirely disappeared yet.

"Peeta," I cry out now, desperation taking over my entire being. "We have to move." I try to push him to stand, to move forward, but he's shaking his head with a sad, defeated expression.

"Katniss, just run," he orders firmly, his voice surprisingly strong. "Leave me here, I'll be okay."

I give him an incredulous look, so shocked by his statement that I completely ignore the small growing buzz flying closer and closer by the second. "Peeta, I'm not leaving you!" I exclaim, as if the thought is outright offensive. Because to me, it is. "You can't honestly think I'm going to abandon you-"

"Katniss, please!" He snaps now, his eyes getting desolate. "Please, just go! I'll be home as soon as I can-"

"No! You're coming with me!" I demand furiously. Just as I am preparing to quickly stand and drag him by force out of these woods, his baby blue eyes widen fiercely and he envelopes me into his arms, shoving my body underneath his.

It all happens in a matter of seconds. Peeta holds me down the way he used to hold his opponents down in a wrestling match, paralyzing me into place, and I can't move to escape, to try and run and drag him with me.

I don't understand what he's doing though, what his true intent may be, until I feel through him, through his body that is sheltering mine, the vibrations of the tracker jackers' stingers.

I don't know how many times he gets stung but it's not enough to kill him—especially not him, who has such a high tolerance after the abuse he was subjected to—but enough to hurt him. Enough to have an effect.

Enough that only seconds after the creatures fly away, he flings himself upwards, attempting to get as far away from me as humanly possible. Attempting to put as much distance between us as his distorting mind will allow.

"Peeta!" I cry out again, plainly reaching for him. It doesn't click in my head what could be happening. It doesn't seem even real anymore, after four years home without a single episode, after three years of bliss together, that he could ever again become that dark, twisted shell of a person he was in Thirteen.

"Stay away from me!" He hisses and I recoil instinctively into a tree trunk behind me. His stumbles backward and snaps a branch with his prosthetic leg. The sound is enough to set him off and he practically snarls down towards the ground.

I don't know what he's seeing, what terrifying hallucination is taking over his psyche. I can't even imagine where his mind is right now, but I know that’s horrifying.

"Peeta, it's okay," I try again, but my voice is breaking and I must have started crying at some point and my eyes are wide and displaying just how blatantly unnerved I feel and I know I'm of no comfort right now. Still, I can't stop myself from saying, "it's just a tree branch, Peeta. Nothing is going to hurt you out here, I swear."

"Except you," he states, so blankly, so matter-of-fact, that I visibly flinch as he turns the gaze of his cold, dark eyes on me.

The sweet blue sky that live inside his irises are long gone and in their place is a blackened night and I haven't seen it in so long, I actually forgot what it looked like.

"Peeta," I whisper now, knowing it's fruitless to say anything, to try and get through. But I just can't leave him here, alone, when he's been hurt, when he's still suffering from what Snow did to him to destroy me.

His hands shake and he clutches the roots of the tree beside him to the point of pain. As if the wood can keep him in place. As if the wood can stop him from reacting to the venom like his every impulse is surely screaming to.

"Go away," he spats at me, his teeth clenching together so tight I'm afraid he'll chip them. "Would you just go!"

"No!" I yell stubbornly. My legs suddenly find a way to work and the shock must be wearing off because I find myself manically crawling through the dirt and leaves towards Peeta, where he's practically locked himself against a tree.

"You're a stupid mutt," he snarls as I come closer—closer enough to touch. "A mutt created by the Capitol to trick me. Don't touch me!"

I ignore his words and lay my hand on his forearm. "Peeta, please-stop!" I order desperately as he swings his arm in my direction. "Listen to me, please! This isn't real! I swear, this is just a bunch of lies the Capitol told you!"

"The only lies that I've been told were from you, sweetheart," he practically spits at me. "And I'm tired of your lies. In fact, I think I'm tired of you altogether-" He cuts himself off, one of his hands flying up from the branch and smacking him in the face. "Run!" He abruptly exclaims in a different voice. A voice that gives me hope. Hope that he can mentally fight this off. "Katniss, go!"

"No!" I refuse still, my jaw clenching and my eyes locking in on his furiously. "I won't leave you here!"

He squeezes his eyes shut at my words, and when he reopens them, my every hope he would be able to pull himself out of this evaporates. "I hate you! I absolutely hate you! Why won't you ever leave?"

"Because I love you," I hoarsely shout, not caring that he's in no position to listen to me. "I love you, Peeta. I love you and I'm not going to leave you."

I never say these things, even now. Even after the years since the war, I rarely offer sentiments. In words at least. Peeta knows I love him. I know I love him. But there's little need for me to proclaim it every single day and night.

Until now, until right now in these woods, with Peeta and all that he is nearly evaporated, do I wish I had showered him in verbal sentiments over and over again. No matter how unnatural words as opposed to actions are to me, I should have forced myself to speak up more, to say how I feel, to overdose him in it until he's tired of hearing my voice.

Maybe if I had been more vocal, he wouldn't still be so fast to believe the worst. Maybe then he wouldn’t be susceptible to these dark thoughts when the venom enters his system.

I shake that idea off as soon as it comes. This isn't my fault and it definitely isn't his. The tracker jacker venom isn't something we could have seen coming and it isn't permanent, I force myself to remember. This will wear off.

I just have to make sure Peeta doesn't hurt himself before that happens.

"Peeta," I whisper now, seeing his eyes squeezing shut again. I don't dare to let myself hope again he's fighting the hallucinations off. Cautiously, like I'm about to pet a tiger, I lean my hand in to touch his cheek.

He doesn't relax into it but he doesn't snap at me either and I take it as progress.

At least, I do until he opens his eyes.

They're still black as coal and my heart sinks at the realization. But before I can think to do anything else, his mouth opens again, his voice now slow and quiet and pleading. "You're the worst thing that ever happened to me. I loved you so much and you cost me everything."

I feel myself let out an involuntary sob at that, my chest heaving before I can swallow it down. Because it's true. If it weren't for me, if I'd just eaten those stupid berries myself, he wouldn't have been tortured and hijacked. Millions of people wouldn't be dead from the war. Finnick would be playing with his son right now, probably teaching him to swim or fish or tie a knot.

Prim would still be alive.

As if reading my mind, his next sentiment matches my line of thinking. "You destroyed me, just like you destroy everyone. My family is dead because of you. You killed them. You killed millions of people and laughed about it. You even killed your little sister."

And I know he's not in his right mind, but his words still ring true to me and all I can say, while trying to suppress the overflow of tears gathering behind my lids is, "I know."

"But it never meant anything to you, did it? No matter who you hurt or how much pain you inflicted, it never mattered to you."

I shake my head automatically, not even registering that I'm about as good as arguing with a wall here. "That's not true. I do care. I've always cared."

"Liar," he hisses again but it's under his breath, through clenched teeth and I can't respond to it. "You never cared about anyone besides yourself."

"Not real, Peeta!" I frantically try to get through to him. "Not real, not real, not real!"

He acts as if I hadn't spoken. "I always, always loved you. So much." He says it, not as a compliment or endearment, but as a dark fact, as a burden to bear. As if it were a heavy load he was forced to carry. "Did that mean anything you? Did I mean anything to you? Or was I just second best to him?"

"Peeta," I whimper out desperately, wiping my eyes with one hand and reaching out to grip his palm with my other. "You mean everything to me. You're my whole world."

Something flickers in his eyes and he snaps like the branches beneath our feet. "Liar!" He screams again, and shoves my hand off his. "You're a mutt! You're a liar! You’re not going to kill me like you did everyone else!"

"Not real!" I scream on the top of my lungs, giving up every other defense I have, just for the insane hope of getting through to him.

I remember how I got him to cooperate, to see reason, to fight, in the middle of the war. How I kissed him desperately, knowing I rationally should kill him, knowing there was a likely chance he'd kill me for even trying to save him, but how I did it anyway, in the face of all that.

It was different then. He wasn't freshly full of venom. He was already beginning to overcome his hijacking on his own. He was already starting to fight his way back to me.

But that doesn't mean the same methods couldn't be repurposed here. That doesn't mean they wouldn't work again, under different circumstances.

Somehow, in the seconds I considered this method, my eyes had traveled to his lips and my plan was foiled before it could be put into action.

"Don't you dare," he threatens, his voice dripping with fury. Even more deadly than I heard only a moment ago. "You're not going manipulate me like you always do, mutt."

Before I can gather my bearings or even process what he's implying, he forces both his hands to let go of the roots he's managed to maintain an iron tight grip on. His hands come flying at me, knocking me back against the forest floor, knocking the wind out of me painfully.

I feel my shoulder blade take the impact and fight back a wince, just as two large hands wrap themselves around my throat.

They squeeze tight, effectively cutting off my air supply, giving me the same horrible sensation I still remember from his rescue. The horrible day I still sometimes have nightmares about.

This whole entire thing is a nightmare come to life. Just as much as it was back in Thirteen four years ago.

I stare up at him, my vision swirling, my eyes stuck on his. And, in spite of how angry I should be—at Snow or Coin or the Capitol or just life in general—I find myself uncharacteristically hoping. Not hoping that he won't kill me. But rather hoping that when he comes back to his senses, he is able to forgive himself for this. That he is able to forgive himself for all of it.

I stare into his eyes, because if this is my end, I want the last thing I see to be the person I love, even if he isn't himself. I want him to somehow retain the memory of me right now, at this moment. So he can know that I'm not angry with him, that I don't hate him. That I love him. In spite of every reason anyone has tried to create for me not to.

I'm so focused on his eyes that I don't even notice that his grip is weakening. I don't even register his stance changing. All I see, all I register, is his eyes suddenly changing from black to blue and then black again. It's haunting to see up close, like a demon is stuck inside of him and he's having to fight it off from the inside out.

"Peeta," I whisper hoarsely, reaching my hand up to cup his cheek as his irises become a blue ocean again.

But his body language remains stiff, even as he clumsily pulls himself upwards and off of me. He trips backwards once again, and I watch in a frozen stupor as his eyes change once more to ebony.

"Go!" He shouts abruptly, his features wild and downcast and tormented. "Katniss, go!"

And I don't know if it's the fact that he's seemingly fighting off the darkness now or if the tracker jacker venom may be growing weaker inside him or if it's just the plain fact that he sounds like my Peeta again, but I listen this time. I roll over gracelessly and cough and sputter and grapple for a breath before finding my footing and blindly racing out of the trees. Blindly leaving Peeta behind, hoping he'll be able to find his way back to me.

Hoping that he'll come back to me at all.

I crash onto the couch as soon as I step foot into the living room, lying down on my stomach, burrowing my face into the cushions beneath me.

I mindlessly ran from the woods, tripping and falling and unable to catch my breath, my heart racing a thousand beats per second. I didn't stop when Thom waved at me or when Haymitch barked to ask what I was up to now. I didn't even stop to lock the front door.

I wasn't worried about Peeta coming home to harm me. He was in enough control in the woods to hold himself against the tree, to stop himself from strangling me, to yell at me to run. If he was going to chase me down and hurt me, he would have done so in the woods when I refused to leave.

No, I wasn't worried about Peeta coming home to harm me. I was worried he wouldn't come home at all. I was worried that this is going to push him to the edge, that he won't trust himself, that he will insist he has to go back to the Capitol for hospitalization. I was worried that this will cost me him and our life together and everything we've worked so hard to build.

I squeeze my eyes shut to hold in my tears, terrified that the tracker jackers are going to cost me him, even after all this time. That what Snow did to take Peeta from me will finally succeed, even after his death.

Me and Peeta don't see eye to eye on this topic. This topic is one of the few things we can't agree on.

Peeta still gets flashback, on a fairly regular basis. He still grips the back of a chair or clutches a wall, hides in the back of the bakery when a customer triggers some atrocious memory by mistake. He still has insomnia some nights and still paints his nightmares.

Some of those paintings consist of things I never could stand to know. Some of his paintings, so haunting and gut-wrenching, display things that have brought me to tears more than once.

I was looking at them one morning over a year ago when I blurted out the worst possible thing I could have.

"What would happen if you ever were hijacked again? If you ever became the way you were in Thirteen again?"

I honestly expected him to say that Dr. Aurelius has warned him that there is a possibility of that happening and that he has a plan in place and he would have to go to the Capitol again and just about a million things I don't want to hear but I as much as expected.

But instead he caught me entirely off-guard and simply said, "I'd leave. Go out to the woods and probably never come back."

It's only now that I realize his wording, that I realize I left him out in the exact place he specified disappearing and I feel my blood run cold as I process this.

I don't know what I intend to do, as I stand up off the couch. I don’t know if I intend to go to Haymitch and see if he's too drunk to be of any help, to go maybe to Delly or Thom or anyone in the district who cares for Peeta, or if I even intended to just go searching for him myself in the woods, but in the end it all becomes irrelevant.

Because as soon as I stand, frantically trying to stop my shaking and figure out how I planned to find him, Peeta walks in through the front door.

His eyes are blue again and they've lost the cloudy look that have always appeared in his episodes. I don't know why I forgot that until now.

Probably because I black out the things that really hurt me. The things that hurt my heart too much to fully process.

Peeta, the sweetest boy I've ever known, being tortured and destroyed to pay for my acts of rebellion is at the top of that list.

I just stare at him, taking him in now, here, alive, relatively unharmed aside from some scratches. His eyes are clear but they're so sad and so desolate and I open my mouth to speak. To say just about anything that'll convey to him that I'm not angry with him, not in the least. That I just don't want him to leave, that I can't take losing him again.

But all that comes out are choking noises and I don't know if it's the cries I fought off or if it's because his hands were wrapped around my throat not long ago, or if it's just plainly that I don't put my feelings into words well. By any stretch of the imagination.

Either way, it doesn't seem to matter. Peeta just shakes his head slowly, the skin around his eyes already wet and swollen and pink and before I can utter another sound, he's walking forward towards me and falling down onto his knees, wrapping his arms around my waist. His face buries itself into my stomach and suddenly, the most painful, the most wretched sobs fill the room and if I wasn't right here with him, if I couldn't physically see Peeta, the cries would almost be unrecognizable as him.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

I try to resist it, I try to hold it back, I do everything I can to fight it, knowing it'll only make him feel that much worse, but in the end it's a lost effort and it's all I can do to raise my head up to the ceiling just as the tears come pouring from my own eyes. If they're out of shock or fear or pain--or a combination of all three--I don't know, but I do everything I can to hide them from Peeta.

It becomes just one more thing I fail at, as he somehow instinctively notices and squeezes me tighter to him, clutches me like Prim used to clutch her baby blanket.

"Please forgive me, Katniss. Please, please, please forgive me."

I open my mouth to say there's nothing to forgive but once again, the words won't form. All that comes out is a simple sob, quiet but strong, and I feel Peeta squeeze me again.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

"Roll over for me," Peeta whispers softly, his hand as tender as his voice, stroking my hair back attentively.

I do what he asks, rolling onto my stomach, but still manage to say, "this isn't necessary."

He ignores me, his eyes no longer wet but still swollen and bloodshot from the hours he cried. Lifting up my shirt—technically his shirt originally, but we repurposed it as my sleep attire months ago—he slides a cold cloth onto my back, holding it in place for a long moment of time.

There's now a particularly large bruise already forming on my back from where he knocked me to the forest floor. I couldn't care less. I got worse bruises than that from hunting on a regular basis.

But the look in Peeta's eyes when he saw the mark, almost--but not quite--rivaled the look in his eyes when he stood upright and saw my neck. I hadn't even seen at it yet, I hadn't even given any thought to checking for red handprints, but when Peeta stood upwards, when he'd calmed down enough to look me in the eye, his gaze flew there instantly and words can't convey how awful he must have felt.

If there were a way to verbally say how wretched and sick he felt inside, Peeta would be the first one to do it.

Telling him it wasn't his fault didn’t work. Telling him he couldn't have known about the tracker jackers nearby, he couldn't have known what would happen, did absolutely nothing to convince him that he shouldn't feel responsible. Especially not when I'm speaking in a hoarse tone of voice.

Of course, I knew he'd feel this way. I would feel this way. But somehow I just can't stop trying to alleviate his remorse, no matter how useless it may be to attempt. Somehow I just can't stop trying to remove that tragically sad look from his eyes.

As soon as he lets go of the cold cloth, I spin around in the bed and snuggle myself tight into him.

He takes me into his arms willing, wrapping his every limb around mine, burying his face in my hair. His lips press repeated kisses to my forehead, his hands rubbing up and down my spine, massaging my back.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers, probably for the twentieth time.

"Peeta," I all but groan, leaning my head back slightly to peer up into his heartbroken eyes. "Stop. There's nothing you could have done."

He looks like he wishes to argue but nothing comes out of his mouth. Instead he rubs my back again and squeezes me tighter. I shut my eyes against him, breathing him in, a part of me finally relaxing for the first time in hours.

Even after he returned home, even after his breakdown, I remained cautious at first. The last thing I wanted was to let my guard down too soon and have the venom—that is surely still working it's way out of his bloodstream—cause him to snap again, to lash out at me or attack.

Just like the last thing I wanted was to make him feel worse, make him feel remorse for something that was done to him, something he didn't ask for and he'd worked so hard and made so much progress in controlling.

But when he'd noticed the tears I’d tried to hold in, down in the living room, the remorse was inevitable.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He whispers now, moving my hair aside carefully, pressing his lips gently to the red marks where his hands had left their imprint.

This isn't the first time he's asked though and despite the fact that I rather enjoy his lips on my neck typically, I can't help but respond with ire. "Peeta, I already told you my neck and back are just fine. Please stop worrying," I say tensely, my voice tired and worn thin.

He says nothing in response, instead placing more kisses against my throat and collarbone. I let out a sigh I didn't even know I was holding in and reach out to stroke the back of his head, massaging where his skull and neck met, where his blonde curls touch his skin.

"You scared me," I whisper finally, the words easier now that I can't see his eyes and he can't see mine.

"I know," is all he can say.

"Not physically," I immediately correct before he can take that and internalize it. "I don’t mean you scared me physically. You... you..." Speaking becomes a challenge all over again, the syllables not wanting to form intelligibly on my lips. But when he pulls back and looks me deep in the eye, his gaze full of love and sorrow, I force myself to just say how I feel. "I was scared I was going to lose you," I whisper, leaving whether I meant lose him physically or mentally up in the air.

Still, he doesn't seem surprised by the confession, whatever way he took it. "I know."

I have to bite my lip to keep an awful choking sob inside, as one is doing it's best to escape from the back of my throat. Almost as a distraction I bury my face into his chest again, shutting my eyes, and I allow myself to be thankful that Peeta's still here and he's my Peeta again.

When he doesn't fill the silence though, I realize I have to or else the tension in the room will continue to linger. "I was so scared," I admit, so quietly it's almost inaudible.

"I know, baby."

I scrub my face against his cotton-made shirt before rubbing my nose with the neckline of my own sleepwear, just as something hits to me. Peeta's words in the woods, even while hijacked, still sting inside my head. Not the cruel things he said, because even though I know they're true, I also know he doesn't truly believe any of them himself. He doesn't think I murdered his family or am an evil person who laughs at the misery of others, and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt, he doesn't think I'm in any way responsible for Prim's death.

But originally, his hijacking was predicated upon his insecurity and uncertainty in our relationship and in my feelings for him. In the last three years I know I've made my feelings clear. At least, in my mind I have.

But a quietly violent voice whispers, and I ache deep inside as it questions, what if I haven't expressed how I feel enough to him? What if he truly still feels unsure of my love for him?

"Peeta?"

"Yeah?"

"I just... I want you to know-" His finger presses against my lips now and he's shaking his head, his eyes forlorn.

"Katniss, if this is about anything I said, just don't. Okay, I meant none of it. I hate that those words even-"

"Peeta, you mean everything to me," I blurt out then, clumsily cutting him off. "You're the only thing that really matters to me an-and," I stop myself then, having spoken too fast, rushed my words and now am stuttering. There's so many things I want to say, so many things I want him to know. So many they all become jumbled up and confused in my head, and it's all I can do to say the simplest, plainest thing that comes to my mind. No matter how unnatural it feels for me. No matter how painful it is to rip down your walls and to physically have to force away an armor you spent years of your young life building up. It's so hard and so painful and I don't even recognize my own voice when I speak again, when I force myself to spit out how I actually feel. How, until today, I told myself he knew I felt. "I love you so much," I try to say but it comes out choked and raw. "I love you and you were never second best. To anyone. You're everything to me and I don't know-I don't know how to convey this right or say the right thing-"

He cuts me off—finally—then and moves his fingers against my cheek comfortingly. "You've conveyed it perfectly," he promises, his lips moving then to press lightly against mine, in a grateful but simple and sweet gesture. "I know you love me, Katniss," he assures again as he pulls back and breaks our kiss. "I've known it for a long time."

As his finger traces the outline of my mouth, I whisper, almost to myself, "So have I."

He gives me a smile, that is full of guilt and devastation, but still somehow warm and hopeful and kind. "Oh, have you?" I know he's feeling better when he teases me.

But my reply isn't sarcastic or cunning or anything but simple and small. Just like me in general.

"Longer than I could ever admit."

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your-daily-biaswrecking · 4 years ago

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Serva me, Servabo te

save me and I will save you

pairing: photographer!Taehyung x f.reader

genre: angst, smut, slight enemies to lovers

word count: 7.3k | reading time: 40 min

chapter summary: flash backs clear the mystery of their first encounter, they fight over it, and then things get a bit heavier

warnings: there’s finally some sexy stuff going on yall, alcohol usage, metions of cheating, some dirty talk ig, some not very fluffy smut, almost angry fucking, dubious I’d say, fingering f.receiving, oral f.receiving, kinda dom!Tae, name calling kink? idk

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Chapter 5: Irresistible urges of the past

3 years, 2 months, and 14 days ago at 7:35 pm

The party was Yoonji's idea but you never complained. Well, okay, you complained a little bit. But that was only when you heard the approximate number of guests that had been invited so far and argued your small, shared apartment would probably collapse from the total weight in it. You offered to move the function over to the bar down the street, but apparently, that's not a house-warming party.

"How on earth are so many people coming, anyway? We have, like, five friends at most. And that is including the lunch lady."

Yoonji gave you those puppy eyes. "Well, actually, Jimin just made an Instagram story to get the word out, not thinking many would wanna come," she mumbled under her breath, almost like she was trying to avoid giving you the explanation. "But it turns out ever since that video he did, lots and lots of people wanna be his friend now."

You exhaled hard, making a pathetic sound. "You gave the guy you've only been seeing for a couple of weeks permission to invite people to our party?"

She pouted at you. "I thought you liked him. Plus, he offered to do this for us. We barely know people here, Amy, this party is going to be the best to see new faces."

You chewed your lip as you were setting the drinks on the table in a nice order and contemplated your roommate's words. "What do you need new people for?" you whined. "You already have a best friend and a hot boyfriend."

Yoonji bumped her shoulder on your arm playfully. "But you don't. Who knows, maybe you'll like one of Jimin's friends."

You rolled your eyes at her, but that didn't cover up the smile that had started to form. "Doubt it," you objected. "Models are not exactly my type."

You heard Yoonji laugh from the kitchen. "Jimin's not a model!" she shouted back. Then peeked her head around the doorway to raise an eyebrow at you. "I mean, you're not entirely wrong."

People that you had never even seen before started showing up at your place, and without fail, they all asked where Jimin and Taehyung were. Rude, you thought. That was not their party; something that could easily be deduced by how they weren't even there yet. Also, when had Jimin become so popular all of a sudden? And who the fuck was Taehyung?

At about an hour after the place was already packed and your roommate's boyfriend had finally made an appearance, Yoonji just so happened that she was constantly MIA, and the task of welcoming the people that kept and kept on coming, fell entirely on your shoulders. A task that briefly seemed not so bad when you opened the door and a brown-haired, pretty boy stood in front of you. You guessed models were indeed invited to that party, the only explanation you could come up with for why the most handsome man you had ever led your eyes upon was looking at you and smiling.

"Is this Yoonji's and... Amy's party?" he asked and you were taken aback by his deep, raspy voice that countered his charming face.

"Yes," you said, letting him in. "And are you on the bride's or the groom's side?" You hated the joke the moment it left your lips, a moment too late to take it back. Five full seconds spent with a cute boy and you were already acting weird.

But the boy laughed, and the sound quite literally lifted your spirits. "I am with Jimin if that's what you're asking."

"Of course you are. Jacket?" You offered your hands up for him.

"Oh, right, where can I leave this?" he asked as he slid the piece of garment off his shoulders. You opened the door right behind you, a door that normally led to a small storage space, but you had turned into a temporary closet with all the jackets and purses you had shoved in there. The boy leaned next to you as he tried to find somewhere to leave his outerwear without just dropping it on the pile on the floor.

"Let me," you offered, taking a random jacket that hung from the ironing board, abandoning it on the ground, and replacing it with the pretty boy's one. That's pretty privilege for you.

He chuckled. "Whose was that? Is that okay?"

"Who cares, it's my house."

"Oh," he exclaimed, watching you more closely as you closed the door again and turned to him with your lips awkwardly pressed into a thin line. You pinned your body on the wall, waiting for him to move or say something. "You're Amy?" You nodded, and the boy burst out a big smirk. "Well, well, well..." he rasped. "I'm gonna kick Jimin's ass so hard. He didn't tell me Yoonji had such a cute roommate."

The way your entire face felt like it had caught on fire in a split second almost scared you. It definitely made your eyes widen and your head go into a defense mode; you had never flustered before, of course your brain would think it was under attack. And of course you would reply with something stupid again, like snorting and saying: "Right. And you are?"

"Kim Taehyung, freshly graduated and aspiring big photographer," he proudly introduced himself. It all suddenly seemed to click and you barely held yourself from gasping right in his face. He extended a hand to you, and you took it, ready to shake it. Instead, he surprised you by bringing it to his lips and planting a soft kiss right between your knuckles. "Enchanté," he whispered with his dark eyes piercing yours.

The stupid fire all over your face got worse. So worse all you could do was quickly pull away and scoff at him, but also laugh. "That was too much!"

"Sorry," he chuckled and gave you a big, boxy grin. "I was trying to make you swoon."

You couldn't help but mimic his energy. "Does that ever work on anyone?" Well, what a liar you are. It had literally turned your stomach into a knot.

And Taehyung, almost as if he knew that, smirked at you. "You'd be surprised."

Okay, so you may have overreacted a tiny bit when you took off running away from Taehyung. There could possibly have been other ways to go about it, like gently pushing him off and telling him this was a mistake, trying to talk, or even staying silent. Your head was spinning so hard as you stumbled down that path wishing you don't get lost in the foggy state your mind had dipped in due to the haste. And it had almost cleared, you had almost stopped to think about this rationally and wait for the photographer so that you could walk home together, but the longer you thought about it more clearly, the faster you ran. You didn't even know if it was fear or shame that was powering your flight, but it had to be one of those.

The further you stayed locked in your room, the later emotion became more and more prominent. You saw Taehyung emerge from the trees sometime later and get in the house, you heard him on the downstairs floor, you saw the lights turn on and off... He was everywhere, and you were hiding away, terrified and ashamed. How could you ever meet his eyes again? But most importantly, how would you face yourself in the mirror? You knew that was the worst part of the whole situation; you let your own self down.

3 years, 2 months, and 14 days ago at 1:23 am

You returned on the corner that Taehyung and you had been occupying all night long with a drink in your hands, swaying around and trying to survive the mob of drunk college students that were doing what you were sure they thought was dancing in the middle of the living room. Some of the drink spilled on the way and you're not sure if it was because of all the bumping on people or the way you had started seeing everything double and losing your balance pretty easily.

"What the hell happened to my chair?" you whined as you found the photographer sitting there alone when you had specifically asked him to save you the seat.

He shrugged. "I couldn't defend it, sorry." Then he spread his legs wide and pat his thigh, looking up at you with a smirk. "Just sit here."

You didn't think twice; sat down on his offered position, swinging your legs to the side to completely lie on his lap and an arm around his neck for balance. Your face was inches away from his, so much so you could smell the alcohol in his breath, his hands instantly on your waist and hips to pull you close. But it felt so comfortable. Since the moment you met, you hadn't left each other's side, and you hadn't stopped touching. Touching as in holding hands while talking or pushing him while laughing, playing with your clothes or stroking each other's hair. It seemed like there was always an excuse, or, better yet, constantly a need to touch.

"Ugh!" he gagged when he took one sip of the drink you had brought right to his lips. "What is this shit?"

You giggled. "Tequila."

"Is it just tequila?"

You kept giggling. "Actually, we ran out of soft drinks so I mixed it with water."

His mouth dropped open and he started laughing, too. "Of course! Why wouldn't you!" His hands around your body squeezed you tighter and you had to squirm around, still a need to get even closer.

"It's not that bad," you proclaimed, then took a sip from the same straw and had your entire face scrunch up. "See?"

Taehyung had gotten serious, staring at you intensely, as he slowly brought the straw right on his tongue yet again. He took a generous gulp, then offered the drink to you, his eyes fixed on your lips and the way they wrapped around right where his had just been. His stare gave you goosebumps, and you pressed yourself even closer, your hip flushed right against his lower abdomen.

"You know I don't drink," he said in a whisper. He didn't need to speak louder, you were right there. "I'm only doing this for you."

"Well," you mumbled as your fingers ran through the back of his hair. "That makes two of us doing something we don't usually do tonight." And you meant it. You never did this; whatever this was. Sitting on a cute boy's lap that you had only met a couple of hours ago, ready to devour him with the first chance you got. And boy, would you devour him.

"We haven't done anything yet," Taehyung noted, his hand dipping between your legs to pinch your thing.

"Yet," you murmured, pressing even closer to him, feeling his erection grow against your hip.

Your eyes alone could communicate. And all they conveyed was the urgency to get out of there. The need to be alone. Your entire body burned with that need, or maybe it was the alcohol. With no words spoken, you both got up, holding hands not to get lost in the crowd, and searched in the apartment for an empty room. The bathroom was locked, the kitchen busy, one bedroom filled with boys playing video games and the other with smokers. Taehyung pulled you towards the exit; he wasn't about to let the moment escape him. He would get you in his car or even back to his place if he had to, just to get his hands properly on you.

But you didn't have time for that. You needed him right away. So you opened up that makeshift closet and shoved him inside. Space was limited and your bodies were naturally pressed together. The moment the door closed behind you, you realized how dark it was; the light switch being outside, forgotten. You felt his hands ran up your body, trying to blindly find your face with haste like he was being chased.

His lips found yours. And you indeed devoured each other. He had you pinned against the door and his fingers through your hair as he kissed you like a starved man. You know how first kisses almost always suck? How it takes a while to find the right rhythm, to lean into it just enough to match the other's technic? That was nothing like that. It was the best kiss you had ever had, it was so perfect and so right. The way his lips moved over your own and his tongue stroked you, it was like you had done this a million times already, or simply like you were made for each other.

Nothing could stop you now. Not even your common sense that would advise you against fucking just anyone in that tiny space, when everyone was still outside. But common sense had left you long ago. Your body was being controlled by an innate, animalistic hunger. And you moaned his name as you straddled his waist and let him suck hickeys into your neck. And you thought about how this is the best thing that had happened to you as you started taking off his belt.

You heard it again; a thump in the room. This time it was certainly not just in your head. You looked around -let's be honest- scared out of your mind because the last thing you needed right now was for something to be hidden in there with you.

"Tae?" you asked in a low voice, just in case he was playing a stupid prank on you. But you were met with silence.

Until it happened again, a louder tap, and this time you determined it was coming from the window. Slowly, while keeping your body as far away as you could, you got closer. You stared at the glass, trying to figure out why it was making that sound. Then you saw it; a small pebble clashing on the pane and disappearing just as fast. You opened it immediately and leaned outside.

"What the hell?" you shouted when you noticed the shadow-covered man standing in the garden under your room. "What are you doing down there?"

Taehyung tossed away the stones he had in his palms, straining his neck to look up at you. "I wanted to talk to you."

"And you thought -instead of just coming to my room- it'd be easier to walk downstairs, get outside and throw rocks at my window?"

"I thought you wouldn't let me in if I just knocked on your door," he explained.

You groaned. He wasn't wrong; you would have probably continued to hide away and avoid him. But he didn't have to be so dramatic about it. Well, not that you are one to talk. "Ugh, just- get your ass in here," you shouted back.

"You're gonna talk to me?"

"Yes."

"Promise?"

You groaned again. "Yes!"

You saw Taehyung run inside as if he was afraid you would change your mind in the meantime. Perhaps you would. You really didn't want to talk to him. What would you even say? You had no excuse to give him, or no excuse you wanted him to know, anyway. All you wanted was to pretend he wasn't even there until morning came; then you could drive back home and go back to pretending you didn't even know each other.

"He is crazy," you mumbled to yourself as you decided you couldn't evade this anymore. "No, that man is certified insane!" you kept on complaining to no one as you opened your door and dashed away.

You ran into him in the middle of the staircase. Stood there, just a step away from him, with your arms folded over your chest, keeping your eyes anywhere but on him.

"So?" you spat.

"I wanted to talk to you," he said in a whisper, a tone that sounded like he was guilty of something.

"Yes, I got that. You can talk now."

He looked down at your feet. "Here?"

You scoffed and moved past him, jogging down the stairs and taking a turn towards the kitchen. The boy followed you diligently. When you reached the room, you immediately grabbed a glass and filled it with water, chugging it down in one go and going for a second turn. You really wished this was something stronger, looking around to see if you could spot a bottle of some kind of liquor. You would need it if you were to have the conversation you thought you would.

"I have a confession to make," Taehyung announced after he decided the silence was enough.

You froze, the glass of water still against your lips, and you looked at him from the corner of your eyes. "Oh, please," you groaned but still couldn't move. "No more confessions from you."

He sighed, walking until he got right in front of you so that he could look you in the eyes for this. "I remember your party."

See, this is exactly what you feared the most. This...This conversation was what was making this place truly haunted for you.

"What?" you weakly breathed.

"Your... welcoming party? With Yoonji?" he continued. As if you didn't know what party he was talking about. "I remember everything about it."

"But-"

"I wasn't that drunk."

The glass hit the counter with such force, for a second you thought you had broken it in your grip. But it had just provided a loud noise as you gaped at the boy in front of you. What were you supposed to say, now? Where to start?

"You didn't even remember meeting me!" you called out.

"Yeah I- I lied."

The worst part wasn't that he was pretending he didn't know who you were. No, that was low-key genius and you would have done the exact same thing if you were quick enough to think of it when you found yourself in that sitting room, across the person you least wanted to see. The worst part was that you had believed it. You felt like such an idiot. You had believed it and thought it meant you could have a clean start.

3 years, 2 months, and 14 days ago at 1:44 am

You didn't want to stop, but you still did, when Taehyung's phone went off. When he pulled away, gasping for air and apologizing. You thought you were having a moment there, you know, a moment where no matter who was calling, it wasn't important enough to pick up. But he apparently didn't see it that way. He took one look at his screen and asked you to be quiet.

Maybe your eyes accidentally caught the pet name on his contact for a split second, or maybe it was the girly voice that came muffled from the speaker, but your head started spinning without warning. And the space was suddenly too small, and it was choking you. You found the knob before he realized what you were doing, and with your body weight on the door, you were launched outside; into the light that burned your eyes. A girl was standing on the other side of the hallway, looking at you with judgement in her eyes and her phone in her hands, then immediately averting her pretentious gaze. A hand tried to hold onto your shirt to keep you back, but you escaped.

You stumbled through the place, not sure where you were trying to go or who you were trying to find, solely trying to keep yourself up and not barf on the new carpet. You wanted to get away, but where could you go? You lived there. You heard Yoonji's laugh before you even saw her, sighing in relief when you spotted her in the kitchen and letting your body fall on hers.

"Baby, baby, everything alright?" your roommate called for you, but you just held onto her without a word. She tried to bear your weight as best as she could, holding onto the counter so that you wouldn't both plummet onto the floor.

Another hand rubbed your back. "Did you drink a little too much, Ames?" It was Jimin's sweet voice. You whined into your friend's neck before you pulled back to look at her boyfriend.

"Jimin, is Kim Taehyung your friend?" you asked him.

He frowned, a little confused as to how the conversation got there. "Ye- yeah. He's my best friend. You met him, right?"

"Yeah," Yoonji responded for you. "I saw them talking earlier."

You took a deep breath; everything seemed to be against you at that moment, even the air itself, and you were trying so hard to not crumble. "Does he have a girlfriend?" you dared ask, even though you thought you might vomit if you heard the answer.

"Who? Tae?" Yoonji mumbled. You nodded, and she gave you a smirk right away. "Ohh... Why do you ask, baby? You interested?"

You rolled your eyes as both of them started teasing you. "No," you tried to tell them.

"Why, was he flirting with you?"

"How does he get every girl like that?"

"No, guys-"

"I don't blame her. He's so hot."

"Hey! I'm right here!"

"Just answer the damn question!" you yelled at them, and they finally stopped. Jimin looked at you with the same frown again.

"He does," he said and everything that was spinning in the room stopped abruptly. "Sorry, love. I promise you'll be the first to know when they break up."

Everything was foggy, and you felt numb. So numb, there was absolutely no thought in your head. You barely noticed the couple turn their heads to the door, barely realized who it was they were looking at.

"No, thanks," you whispered to Jimin then and pulled Yoonji away. "Bathroom," you simply stated and she carefully took you there, avoiding successfully the boy that was the topic of your conversation. For the first time of the many, many more that followed. All those times you stayed clear of gatherings you knew he would be at. All those times you changed your way, left a coffee shop, stayed silently in a corner in places there was nowhere else to go. You never told Yoonji exactly why you didn't want to be in the same room with him again, but she was very supportive no matter what.

You weren't sure why, either. Whether it was your hurt ego, your high standards for the people surrounding you, or the shame you felt every time you met his eyes, you couldn't tell. One thing you knew for sure was how you vowed to never fall for that again. Not from Taehyung, and not from anyone else. No more hooking up with random fuck boys at parties. No more associating yourself with people you don't even value enough. Kim Taehyung was an asshole, and you didn't care what he did or who he did it with, but you would rather be caught dead than be caught with him ever again.

Yet there you were. With him.

You cleared your throat. "And you're telling me this now because...?"

The photographer frowned, mostly at himself, clenching his jaw and looking at the ground. "Well, because you kissed me and ran away as if your life depended on it. Thought it might have something to do with that."

"Right." You bit the inside of your cheek, nodding slightly as you tried to think of what to say. Truly, what could you say? There have been so many things torturing your mind, but you didn't know which of those would be worth saying aloud. "Okay," you simply mumbled. "Are we done then?"

You tried walking past him but he held you back. "Wait, wait, hold on. You promised we would talk."

You just looked at him with your eyes wide. "You said you had a confession to make. You made it. There’s nothing more to say about that."

"Yes, there is."

"Like what?"

Taehyung snorted, finally letting you go. "Like what your problem with me is!"

You released a bitter laugh. "I thought you said you remember everything about that night."

He licked his lips and ran a hand through his hair. "It's been three years-"

"And you stay lying to me." He looked at you intensely but you didn't back down. You might not have wanted to have this conversation, but now that it was happening, you wouldn't cower one bit.

"Look," he started, taking a step closer. "What I did was wrong. Both to you and to my girlfriend. I understand, it was very shitty and I don't have any excuses. I'm not here to give you any excuses."

"Yeah, 'cause there is no excuse for such a thing," you bit back.

Taehyung sighed at your attitude, somewhat losing his patience, but continued. "Right," he mumbled through his teeth. "I told her what I did and we broke up. Actually, she forgave me and wanted to stay with me but I insisted on breaking up because I didn't want her to be in a relationship where I made such a mistake, I wanted her to find someone better."

You shrugged, folding your arms over your chest yet again and tapping your foot on the floor. "Alright. Good for her. What do you want, a cookie?"

"No-"

"You really did less than the minimum, there, buddy. I don't know what you want from me right now."

"I- nothing!"

"Then why are you telling me this?"

He paused, opening and closing his mouth again, clearly not knowing how to reply. Maybe he expected a different reaction, or maybe he was nervous and it all translated into a type of irritation, but he was starting to look angry. "Because!" he said in a louder tone. "Because you keep treating me like that, you're acting like I'm this huge asshole, and I get it- first impressions are hard to change, but I'm not! I'm not that asshole you've made me out to be and quite frankly it's starting to get pretty annoying."

You chuckled. What else were you supposed to do? You couldn't believe what you were hearing. "Excuse me, but I have the right to believe anything I want about you. If I have a certain idea of who you are and it's not affecting you in any way, then what's the problem?" You saw Taehyung roll his eyes and turn away, his hands on his hips as he shook his head and sighed. "If I think what you did is bad enough for me to never change my mind about you, then that's my opinion."

He was mumbling his words out, not being able to form a sentence long enough for it to make sense. "But that's- you-" He kept grunting and shaking his head at you until he finally spoke up. "Three years!" he announced. "It's been three years, Amy, and you're still punishing me for this. Alright, it's your opinion to determine the gravity of it, but don't tell me it doesn't affect me. Not when you've been avoiding me for three years."

"I haven't-" you tried to lie.

But he knew better than that. "Yes, you have. Every time I wanted to come along with my friends, something always came up and you'd bail. You didn't even show up at Jimin's birthday for crying aloud! Because you knew I'd be there. And I wanted to talk to you, apologize to you. I liked you and wanted to make this right and you never gave me the chance." He took a deep breath after having given his monologue in a haste, almost like he was scared his words would bail, too, if he wasn't quick enough. "And then you're wondering why I pretended I didn't remember you?" You blinked at him when you realized he was waiting for an answer. You had none to give him. "What was I supposed to do, huh? What could I have done that wouldn't have resulted in you getting back in that car and driving away?"

You stayed silent, looking at him through your lashes, then averting your gaze again. You sniffed your nose a couple of times as you were trying to get your thoughts straight. Kicked the floor once or twice as you felt your body squirm under his stare; he wouldn't relieve you from the scrutiny. "I..." you finally mumbled. "I'm not interested in reconciling with you." You gulped but noticed his stance and expression didn't change at all. Like he expected those words. "I'm sorry if that's what you wanted to do, and that I prevented you from even trying. But I won't change my mind about this."

He licked his lips, looking at you with a serious frown, then simply said: "Why?"

Why was he even asking? Was it not obvious? "Look, I simply don't like people who do things like these. I don't want them as boyfriends, or friends, or anything. Nothing personal."

"But that's what I'm trying to say!" he insisted. "I'm not like that." He came close, so close his face was hovering above yours merely inches away, staring into your eyes with a sort of urgency. An urgency for you to understand him. "I'm not normally like that. That night... I don't know. That night was an exception. I really don't want to give you cliché excuses, but I thought you knew. I thought you felt it, too. I'm not crazy, right? There was something there that you felt, too?"

You gulped again, looking him up and down with fire all over your face. Because you knew instantly what he meant. But it had to take a few moments for it to actually sink in. That it wasn't just you. And that he, too, was unable to keep his hands from you that night. It certainly didn't justify his actions or lessen your disdain for him. But at least it felt a tiny bit good to know that you weren't just a naive little girl who had fallen for the pretty boy's trick, just like dozens of others.

"That still doesn't explain..." you started saying, keeping your opinion openly still the same, yet not denying his words.

"I know it doesn't!" he was quick to say. His eyes traveled all over your face, the tone of his voice having calmed a bit. "It was very douchy of me and I don't expect to be forgiven for it. Which is why I didn't stay with that girl." You jumped slightly when you felt his hands land on your arms. But you didn't pull away. "But I don't understand why you have to be so harsh on me. It's been three years, and this is still obviously bothering you. You haven't let it go even a little bit."

You looked away, taking a step back, but he quickly made up for it. "It doesn't bother me," you said, tongue in cheek.

"Well, it clearly does," he insisted. "When you are cold to me one moment, kissing me the next, and then running away like I hurt you."

"You did hurt me."

The words left your mouth before you could stop them. Before you even knew what you were saying yourself. He hurt you. You had never admitted that before. Always blaming your anger and aversion to him on your morals or whatever. Yet that was the true reason you didn’t want to see him, and you didn’t want to talk to him, and definitely not kiss him again.

Taehyung paused, taking a deep breath. He leaned nearer as he looked down at your lips as whispered. “I know,” he said in a sweet voice as if to reassure you. “I know.” That meant you weren’t crazy. “But why is it still hurting you now?” You tensed up at his question. “Why do you care -about me- so much that this is, to this day, an open wound?”

You scoffed. But you couldn't say anything. You tried pushing him away, and for a moment he let you, but then he was right in front of you again. Even closer, perhaps. “What are you…?” you murmured, looking quite lost. Especially with the close proximity that was driving your mind into a frenzy.

“Do you still like me?” he asked, straightforward.

“No!” you called immediately. But he didn’t seem convinced, raising an eyebrow at you. "I’m not still hurt. I just… I told you. I simply don't want anything to do with someone like you. So it's fine when you keep your distance, but it's not fine when you kiss me. I said I don't want- ."

"Yeah, yeah, you don't want a boyfriend nor a friend like me," he interrupted you to finish your sentence. "Not that I ever offered to be either of those."

Your cheeks flushed and you looked away immediately so as not to get caught. "I- I didn't say I wanted you to."

Taehyung chuckled. The sound almost scared you more than when he was shouting earlier. Because you knew a casual, flirty Taehyung was always more dangerous. "You know, you kissed me!" he reminded you.

Your mouth dropped in a dramatic way. "You seduced me into kissing you!" you complained.

And the boy laughed even harder. "Seduced? Is that your way of saying you couldn't resist me?"

You tried to fight back at his remarks that clearly only served the role of firing you up -whether that was with anger or something else, you weren't sure. And then he had the audacity to wonder why you still didn't like him? But your voice cracked, as you backed until your body hit the kitchen counter and your hands held the edge tight. "Is not!" you managed to get out.

Taehyung’s arms trapped you in that counter, his hands holding onto it on either side of your body until you were caged between them, as he leaned even closer, standing one breath away and staring at you with a smirk on his lips. It was clear then, he wasn’t trying to talk anymore.

“C’mon,” he rasped, a voice so low that it vibrated in frequencies hard to hear. “I know you can’t resist me. You couldn’t do it three years ago and you can’t do it now.”

Your palms hit his chest, trying to push him away from you as you breathed heavily, hearing your own heartbeat in your head and feeling your control slipping through your fingers. But you still couldn’t form any words. Your brain had shut down when it came to that. Just spinning around as Taehyung kept getting closer. What the hell was he trying to do?

"I'm just saying… There is no one here to judge you for it. No one will know you went against your morals," he purred, a hand leaving your side briefly to swipe your hair off your shoulder and caress your neck in the process. The contact made your palms clench into fists, his shirt pooling under your grip. And there were two ways you could go about this; either push or pull him.

“Tae…”

“Go on then,” he said in a teasing tone. “Show me how much you hate me, princess. How you despise me and everything I stand for. Resist me.”

You did hate him. And you hated being proven wrong. So, those two together should result in you pushing him away and going to your room. Right? You should resist that man, it couldn’t be so hard, anyway. So tell me why the way he was looking at you made your knees buck? Why his words filled your stomach with butterflies, his scent numbed your brain like a hallucinogen? Why you couldn’t resist him.

Tell me why you pulled him in by the shirt.

He didn’t hesitate to wrap his lips around yours. Didn’t waste any time to hold you by the waist and press his body on yours. This was the third chance he was given for this and he was about to make it work. And he seemed to have been waiting for it. He already knew what to do, how to hold you, how to kiss you in order to make you moan in his mouth. It was the party scene all over again; as in, you were devouring each other in a sort of urgency, bumping your lips together like you were drunk and had just found the person you were feeling the craziest chemistry with, grinding on each other as if you were trying to merge together.

And maybe he was right; you could never resist him.

Your fingers dipped into his soft locks and he moaned your name. He snaked his arms under your thighs to push you up, letting you sit at the edge of the counter. He immediately filled in the gap between your legs, hands rubbing up and down your back, while you started kissing down his neck, making sure to mark him as if he was yours. He hissed and growled every time you bit him, riding your shirt up to get a feel of your skin underneath. Then finding your hands, intertwining your fingers together, and pushing them past your body, almost like he was trying to confine them away from him. And you hated not being able to touch him, hated how he pushed your body back to have you almost lay on the counter completely, and you couldn’t move. Because you wanted more.

And maybe he was right; no one would ever know about this. So perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to do this. This mistake. Taehyung.

“Princess, if you plan on regretting this and running away again, you better tell me now,” he rasped while kissing your collarbone. “I might not stop later.”

He was giving you an out. And normally you would have taken it. But at that moment the only thing busying your mind was that implied promise of what was to come.

“You better not,” you mumbled, more to yourself, but heard him chuckle when he heard it, too.

His hands clenched harder around yours before he released you in favor of grabbing your ass and your thighs. He squeezed you close, pulling you until your crotch was rubbing against his clear erection under his pants, and all you could do was whimper. Still kissing his neck, that sweet spot under his ear, biting his lob, and hearing him grunt at the way you were making him feel. Your hands, free now, could run up his toned arms and enjoy his body like you wanted to for a while.

He pulled his head slightly back to look into your eyes. His seemed so unfocused, so dark, like he had gotten high from you. “You want me to make you feel good?” he asked with a smirk. You weren’t sure if he was asking for permission or just building the anticipation.

“Can you?” No, you weren’t making a plea. You were questioning his skills. And he picked it up from your tone immediately.

“Can I?” he snorted, his eyes turning to the ceiling before he let his fingers slowly and very slightly brush your naked belly, moving further down. Your entire body squirmed with the rhythm of his fingertips. “You shiver every time I touch you. So, yeah, I think I can do anything I want to you.”

You immediately punched his chest, pushing him away. “God, I hate you.”

But his smug smirk wouldn’t back down. And he wouldn’t let go of you. “We have already established that,” he murmured, as he lowered his head down- and farther down- until it was right in front of the fly of your pants. And your stomach was sucked in the entire time, your whole body, actually, as if you were trying to take up less space. As if you were trying to pull away from him, even though at the same time you could feel your lower half burning from want, and your lips were already missing his.

But then he looked up at you too, as he was bent down there in front of your crotch, to stare into your eyes through his lashes with a hotshot grin and his tongue between his teeth; and you forgot how to breathe. And then he unbuttoned you with his mouth, biting the zipper and pulling it down slow enough for you to feel every vibration on your body, without ever breaking eye contact; and you thought your soul left your body.

He was back at his normal height, pushing your pants down while licking his lips and examining your face. “Alright, princess,” he spoke in a low tone. “I will give you my best, on one condition.” The pants were completely off and he was working on your unimpressive underwear next. “Every time I do make you feel good, you have to say my name.”

He had gotten you all naked from your waist down, yet he still hadn’t even glanced there; kept his eyes stubbornly on yours. But when you tried to press your legs together, feeling shy and exposed, he was holding them tight. “That’s your condition?” you wondered, not seeming too hard to do. You were probably going to do it anyway.

He leaned down, keeping his lips close enough to rub on yours when he spoke. “Yes. Every time. I want you to keep reminding yourself who it is that is making you feel this way.” When he kissed you, it worked almost as a distraction to how one hand crept in between your thighs and pressed around your folds, yet avoiding the place you needed him to touch.

His lips moved at the same rhythm as his fingers, his tongue slipping in your mouth right as he finally moved them closer, getting them all dirty with your wetness. Index and middle finger rubbing up and down, brushing against your clit and over your opening but never giving into either. You hummed in frustration as you bit down on his bottom lip, your hips trying to move forward, trying to get more.

“What did I tell you?” he whispered, increasing his pressure on your clit just for a moment, a moment long enough to make you gasp with your mouth open over his.

“Tae…” you breathed.

“Say it,” he insisted.

“Taehyung,” you moaned, closing your eyes as he started moving his fingers in circles over the sensitive bud like a reward.

“You’re so wet, already,” he observed, something quite obvious from the sounds the simple movement was creating. “Is that all for me?” He pulled his head back to watch your reaction better, smiling when he saw you nodding. “Good girl,” he purred, rewarding you yet again with sliding one finger easily inside.

"Oh,” you moaned, your body immediately arching towards his. You still needed more. The better it all felt, the more you wanted from him.

The photographer inhaled sharply through his teeth, stilling his actions. “Amy, what did we say?”

“Taehyung,” you immediately obeyed. And you didn’t need to be told twice. “Taehyung,” you moaned, again and again, as he worked his magic into you. As he kissed you in that way no one had ever been able to replicate. “Taehyung,” as he pushed a second finger in to stretch you out. “Taehyung,” as he found your g-spot and massaged it softly as if he was working with something fragile. “Taehyung, Taehyung,” as he made you come, once, twice, thrice. With his fingers inside you, on your clit, his mouth french-kissing your pussy, his tongue dipping in and out as he lapped at your juices.

All while you had to make yourself think of who exactly was fucking you like that. Who was making your legs shake, your head spin, your sight and hearing unclear. Whose hair you were pulling, whose teeth you had marks of on your thighs, whose name you were screaming.

Kim Taehyung.

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twelvedy7 · 3 years ago

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Twisted - One shot

warning: sensitive topics (drugs).

I just wanted to write something a bit different. It might be a bit OCC but I thought it might be a great fit for the manga universe. This story won’t be published anywhere else than tumblr so feel free to save the story if you like it.

Oh and also english isn’t really my native language so sorry if there are incoherences.

Takano had no sense of self-control. From a very young age he has been a witness of the sheer harshness of his mother and the complete indifference of his father towards their family. Despite how much he tried to convince himself of his difference he inherited from most of their flaws, which filled him with anger every time he thought about it.

No wonder that whenever he met someone bright, kind, generous and appreciated he became more aware of his whole dark gloomy personality. That was the case with Ritsu he was still viewing today as the 16 year-old teen he used to be a decade ago.

No wonder that when he met this bright, kind and generous highschool kid he had become more aware of his dark gloomy personality. He was still viewing Ritsu as the 16 year-old teen he used to be a decade ago and yet he couldn’t understand for the life of him the reason why such a lovable person would waste their time with him rather than finding another likeable person that would be such a better companion than him.

If all the open rejections from the brunette could make him believe he hated him, he was at least smart enough to read between the lines and see what the other tried so hard to conceal under feigned anger and flustered reactions.

What seemed to be like a bitter-sweet genuine love story from two ignorant teenagers who lost each other from a foolish misunderstanding was driving him straight into madness. Ritsu was constantly on his mind, invading his thoughts at any time of the day, reminding him of the terrible person he was and how he will never be nowhere near enough for him. Even in the poorly credible reality where the younger one would actually build up the courage to admit his feelings, he knew that their relationship was sealed to failure.

One day Ritsu would mature and realise how incompatible they were and how idealistic they’ve been this whole time before leaving him to find another person that could offer him the support and love he needed. Maybe one day Ritsu would find the man of his dreams, different from senpai in every way, to finally live the blissful life he aspired to. That’s what broke his heart the most: they were not made for each other. No matter how hard he tried, it will never be enough because they were simply not meant to.

He imagined Ritsu’s soulmate to be fun, social, caring, communicative and considerate which would make him forget all the turmoil he went through for all this time. His parents might be so enchanted by their personality that the fact they weren’t An-Chan wouldn’t even bother them.

The truth is he was physically and emotionally drained. He couldn’t feel a thing if it wasn’t his love for Ritsu and sometimes he felt as if that was his last tie with sanity. There were times where he would shut down his emotions. When it became too difficult to confront their inevitable fate, he would put himself in a semi-automatic mode working up to 15 hours straight without paying attention to anything or anyone, only accomplishing what he ought to.

Over time, he came to accept that he wasn’t able to love anyone without causing them a great deal of pain and suffering. That’s why he decided to distance himself from the few people who actually cared about him in his life and managed to bring him some split meaningful moments of happiness. It was like a lightning bolt shaking him from side to side, making him surrender to the hope of one day being able to spend the rest of his life with Ritsu and recovering from his long-lost friendship with Yokozawa. He hurt them both and didn’t deserve to be part of their lives.

His phone vibrated. He broke off his thoughts to center his attention on the alias displaying on the screen: “Taisho” along with a message “I’m here.”

He stood up from the floor, came up to the entrance of his apartment and opened the door. A man of average-height in his mid-thirties was waiting for him. At first glance, he gave the impression of being a regular salary-man coming back home to his family after a long day of hard work. However, he came to discover that the man likely had a long history of debt behind him involving matters such as a costly divorce and low paychecks.

Not bothering to greet him, he pulled out 6,000 yen from his pocket and handed it to the fearful looking man who replaced the notes with a small transparent plastic bag containing a white powder.

“Same thing next week?” asked the anxious black-haired man, his light blue eyes too faithful to be a dealer squeezing behind his oval glasses.

“Yeah. See you.”

Without giving him a second glance, he double-locked the door and came back to his dimly lit living room that felt so lonely without Ritsu here. It would take some time, if not forever, to prevent this heavy load in his heart from manifesting every time he would find himself alone without the prospect of his first love joining him any time soon.

It still pained him… Nao came unannounced in the office earlier in the morning and asked Ritsu out for something that too likely looked like a date. A walk in the city center, a restaurant, and a nighttime exposure. That bastard.

The rare times he had managed to take Ritsu out for a date was by forcefully dragging him out of his apartment or bluntly lying by message playing the card of ‘emergency’. He remembered the dull ache he felt in the morning as he realised how easy it was for his “best-friend” to take him out to a full outing while he had to prepare a strategy days ahead just to drink a coffee together.

Opening the tiny bag in his hands, he chased away his dark thoughts and kneeled in front of his coffee table, pouring half of the powder out on its surface and realigned it in two fine lines with the help of an old credit card. He usually didn’t take such high doses in one shot, but tonight he knew that he needed it. The accumulated pain and overthinking were taking a toll on him. Rolling a paper, he brought it to his right nostril and sniffed the first line, ignoring the burning pain in his cavity before passing it to his left one and repeated the action.

A few seconds later he started feeling the tiny molecules flowing through his blood system, noticing the faster pace of his heart beat and the gradual relaxation of his muscles as the drug invaded his mind.

He closed his eyes.

As always, the thrill was exquisite. The far away sounds of ambient city noises echoed and at some point the only thing he could decipher in the absolute silence was his own breath. His body was soft and any psychological pain he felt instantly disappeared. It was as if someone had covered him with a warm fluffy blanket while stroking his hair with a gentle grasp, providing him an endless feeling of comfort and security he so desperately needed.

At that moment, everything stopped and all his troubles went away. Nothing mattered anymore. He was back being a young child pampered by a protective mother he never had with an unconditional sense of love. Pleasurable sensations coursed through his body from head to toes until his spirit went numb and he lost any notion of space and time.

He reached that moment of nothingness that he wished could last forever.

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“Takano-san!”

...

“Takano-san!”

Who was it?

The voice seemed so far away he wasn’t even sure it was real.

“Masamune!” Why would someone try to break the silent darkness that was surrounding him?

For what seemed like hours, he felt himself trapped in-between the process of gaining and losing consciousness. He didn’t want to be drawn from his deep slumber yet.

He recognized some familiar voices in the background but it was hard to put a name on them as they seemed to continuously echo.

It took him several more minutes to realise that people were present and it shook him. He became hyper aware of his environment.

The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was a bunch of white blouses around him scampering around the room at a feverish speed.

His mind whirled. The world seemed to be going so fast but his brain was so slow.

His golden eyes blinked several times to adjust to the brightness of the room. In an instant he was blinded by the artificial light of the leds on the ceiling.

In the chaos of all the fast-paced strangers around him, he felt a delicate hand fondling with the hair on the short back of his neck and let out a soft tired moan escape his lips.

“Takano-san can you hear me?!”

He groggily stretched out his limbs while burying his head on the petite body frame behind him and looked up to see who was the kind stranger offering him such soft intentions.

Above him were two wide teary green eyes displaying a worried expression. Despite his blurry vision, he could recognize the refined and familiar traits of the man he loved. It looked surreal, having the both of them like this sharing such intimacy in a restless atmosphere.

Next to him was standing Yokozawa in his usual professional attire. He could only watch them through half-closed eyes all the while trying to figure out what they were doing in his apartment in the first place.

“He’s stable now. Overdoses happen regularly when cocaine and other powerful stimulants are added to the equation. That’s what producers do nowadays to boost the effects”. Said a firm feminine voice. He could see the lady in white gesturing around to her colleagues and immediately realised what just happened. She was staring at him, probably trying to jauge how awake her patient was.

“You were lucky Takano-san. This could have been much more serious.”

He saw his friend sitting next to Ritsu, his usual severe expression ruptured by the deep crease in his eyebrows.

“How did you find me?” asked the raven, his voice so weak he wasn’t sure the two others heard him.

The brunette brought his face closer to his ear, petting his forehead as he replied in a shaky shy voice: “Yokozawa-san found you like this…” he heard a sneeze. “The front door was unlocked and your phone was ringing without you answering it. You… You stopped breathing.”

He felt absolutely miserable.

Trying to shift his position to have a better view of his comrades, he caught the look of utter disappointment and guilt from his older friend. He probably thought that he was long done with this dark hazardous period of his life.

“I’m… I’m sorry... I didn’t want to…”

His battle to stay awake was getting harder and harder.

“It’s okay Masamune. Just rest for now.”

The nurse took a hold of his wrist and stuck the intravenous line with a patch.

“We’re going to transfer you to the clinic as you need to take several tests. You’re safe now but your body needs to recover.”

The hand that was playing with his hair resumed and he let his head fall back on his lap. This combined with the liquid in his body led him to a sleep without dreams.

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When he woke up again, he found himself buried under the sheets of a hospital bed. It took him some time to become accustomed to the artificial lighting of the room. Gathering enough energy to finally keep his eyes open, he gazed at the clock at his right indicating 4:55AM.

The first thing he felt was an atrocious headache that hit him with a massive chest pain undertaking his whole body. He noticed the numerous wires connected to his skin accompanied with the steady regular bips of a machine.

He heard a light snore on his right. Shifting his head, he immediately saw the small fragile figure crawling up into a ball on the couch. A cheap blanket was covering him from toes to his neck. This sight made him feel so terribly selfish. As seconds went by he started getting back to a normal state of awareness despite a fizzy pang at the back of his skull.

With as much strength as he could gather he sprawled a hand towards him and rested it on the others’ laps. He stroked his thigh lightly with the help of his thumb and stared at his seemingly exhausted resting face. He felt so worthless. He knew he had hurt him badly in the past already and the only thing he could think of is that this was too much.

“I’m so sorry Ritsu…”.

After reuniting with his first love following the 10 years they had spent apart from one another he had started to believe in fate. Yet he had been too trustful, using it as a justification for every one of his impatient and inappropriate moves towards the younger one. Everything became painfully obvious. This whole thing they had was destructive and that was mainly his fault. It was time to finally respect the distance that Ritsu wanted and deserved. He could not go back to these college years pretending that nobody cared about him.

Now Ritsu would need him.

Still, they were nowhere near close from getting into a relationship. Too many mistakes had been made. It was crucial for both men to work on themselves first as jumping the steps one more time would only bring them unhappiness.

That day Takano swore he would stop pursuing Ritsu. He’s forever been broken and finally accepting to get help was a start towards a less twisted life.

“It’s okay Ritsu.”

One day they would be okay. They would get the life they both secretly wanted.

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itsreigns · 5 years ago

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Blurred Lines - Part 11

Henry Cavill x Reader

Henry especifically told (Y/N) that he didn’t do relationships. But lines get blurred. And crossed.

Warnings: Slight AU. Angst. Fluff.

Words: 1,401

Cavill Squad:

I can’t believe this is happening to me. This is not how I dreamed of discovering that I was pregnant.

I pictured us, discovering I was pregnant together, after some suspicion. I pictured Henry with the biggest smile ever sprawled on his face, with emotion in his eyes. I pictured him pressing kisses into my barely noticeable belly whispering fluffy things to our baby.

Now this… This is not how I planned on telling the father. This is an absolute trainwreck.

With sobs running through my body, I can’t even bring myself to look at Henry, to stare into his clear blue eyes. I can’t bare to see the look of deception and anger, that he almost surely has on his face.

“Baby, talk to me. What is going on? Why are you crying?” He insists, his voice soft and supportive. When I don’t reply, he sighs heavily. “Is it because the test was negative? Or because it’s positive?”

I only cry harder, full on panic attack mode now as I bury my face in my hands. He lets me cry for as long as I need, pressing soft kisses against my hair and holding me. I cried even harder when I thought of how this could be the last time I’d have the chance to enjoy his embrace, his affection… just like this with him.

I couldn’t bare with that thought. It killed me inside. So I just let myself cry. And he held me every single minute of my breakdown, with no questions asked, no judgements.

After a while, he pulls back slightly finally facing me after God knows how long. He stares at me for a bit, taking in all my features: my red and puffy eyes, my cheeks wet from the tears. And he didn’t even budge.

He just looks at me so lovingly, I feel like crying all over again. “Feeling better?” Henry asks, cradling my face in between in his hands gently, making me lock my gaze with his. I can’t maintain it for a long time, though.

“I’m so sorry.” I let out another sob, coughing a bit as I’m still trying to control my breathing.

“Love, it’s ok. We can try again. It will be fine.” He whispers, rubbing my back soothingly.

That makes me fully stop my actions. Whatever it was that I was doing, I couldn’t even tell for sure. My brain froze once those words left his plump lips.

“Try again?” I mumble shakily, looking intently at him, trying to read him. He’s silent for a bit, as if rearranging his thoughts.

“Yeah. For the baby.” He clarifies, sighing before continuing. “It’s ok to feel like this. It’s ok and it’s normal that you had your hopes up. Don’t beat yourself up. It’s ok. And it will be ok.” He stops for a bit, letting what he just said sink in. “It’s negative this time. When the right time… when our time comes, it will be positive and it will be the best time of our lives. And we-”

“It’s positive.” I cut him off in a rush of courage.

“What?”

“I said… it’s positive.”

I could almost see the gears in his brain running in high speed, and I was scared shitless. I’ve never been so scared in my life. Maybe all he just said was just precisely that… something he said. It took him about five seconds to say something, but they seemed three years to me.

“Are you serious?” He asks, his features unreadable. I nod affirmatively, biting my lip and closing my eyes. “Really? Oh my God, I’m going to the be a Dad?”

As soon as those words leave his lips, with that cheerful tone, I open my eyes and look at him. He’s smiling so wide, even his eyes are smiling and shining with happiness and emotion. My heart is bursting with emotion and love. I hug him so tight, hiding my face in the crook of neck, and he hugs me back, pressing light kisses into my shoulder. He is so happy with the news. Now, I feel terrible for not trusting him and for being so scared of his reaction.

But then, he pulls back and the smile had faded from his lips, his face’s grown serious. “But… if it’s positive, then why were you crying? You don’t want… the baby? Or you don’t want the baby... with me?”

No, no, no. He’s getting it all wrong. Why do I have to complicate everything every time? Why do I always have to be so anxious? Why do I have to overthink so much and suffer before things actually happen?

“No! It’s nothing like that. You’re getting it all wrong.” I shoot, with my trembling voice, rubbing my hands down my face. I’m feeling nervous all over again and desperately trying to organize my thoughts so I don’t say the wrong thing and ruin everything. Yet again.

“Then enlighten me.” He says simply. I can tell by the look on his face that he is as nervous as I am, and definitely slightly disappointed.

“I’ve always wanted to be a mom. I’m thrilled, I really am… I just… I let fear take over me. I was terrified you’d hate me. Leave me. That you wouldn’t want this. A baby.” I gesture down to my belly, sighing heavily. “A baby, right now… We haven’t even talked about it. We’re taking things slow, letting everything flow, and now…”

“And now, we’ve let things flow and life has awarded us with a baby. Must mean something, don’t you think?” He cuts me off, the sweet smile back on his face as he cups my hand with his. “If there’s anything I’ve learned on the last couple of years, it’s that everything happens for a reason. Every choice I’ve made, every road I took… It led me here, to this moment. And I’m happy. Creating a life with you, a family, brought me back to life.” He continues, his eyes filling with some unshed tears as his smile gets even wider. “I’m ecstatic with these news, baby. I’m so excited and I can’t wait to meet this tiny little human we created together, with so much love.”

Well, his speech opened my tears’ gates again. This time from happiness, genuine and raw happiness. He cradles my face gently, forcing me to look in his eyes.

“I love you, (Y/N). I love you so much.” He whispers against my lips, right before he kisses me passionately.

I can feel all his love from his touch and his kiss. I was dry without love, but he was overflowing, so now I’m drowning in it. And there’s no better feeling in this world.

Once we pull back, we giggle noticing the goofy smiles we both have plastered on our faces. Smiles of pure bliss and happiness.

“I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my entire life, Henry. Thanks to you. Thank you for putting up with me and all my breakdowns, flaws… I truly love you.” I declare my love for him, he deserved to hear it and I needed to say it.

“I’m here for you, baby. Always was, always will.” He reassures, pecking my lips softly a couple of times.

“Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?” I ask excitedly as we walk to our bedroom, sitting down at the bottom of the bed.

“What if it’s both?” He laughs, caressing my belly for the very first time.

“You want twins?” I ask incredulously, matching his laugh once he nods affirmatively. Then, I couldn’t take my gaze off his hand that’s still over my small bump. “Ok, and what would be their names?”

“The boy’s name will be… Thomas.” He informs me, very confidently.

“I love that name! It was on my top 3 list of babies’ names I’d love for my kids.” I smile widely as I see that we are in complete synchrony. “And the girl?”

Then, he grows silent. I can tell he’s already picked up the name, but he’s afraid to say it. And I’m sure I know which name it is. So, I place my hand on his thigh soothingly, and he looks up at me. His eyes filled instantly with unshed tears. In that moment, he knew that I knew.

“I love it, Henry. Kathleen is a beautiful name.”

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moonlightsolo · 5 years ago

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bête noire

summary: Kylo Ren’s emotions take a toll on your own, even when he is on the other side of the Star Destroyer. You’ve never felt anger like this before. Kylo asks you to travel with him to ambush the Resistance. Someone makes an unwanted visit.

pairing: kylo ren x female reader

wc: 3k

warnings: violence, negative thoughts, implied sexual acts, also rly cute fluff

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

Fury is radiating through your body but it’s not your own. It’s boiling close to the brim, ready to explode like a ticking time bomb.

Kylo is away on the ship somewhere doing Supreme Leader things. Something must have happened to make him this angry for it to affect you.

It’s making your chest constrict with anxiety, the apples of your cheeks are temporarily tinted pink for the time being.

Meditation isn’t working, breathing techniques, napping. Nothing.

You’re irritable. Your hands are shaking and you’re on the verge of screaming into a pillow or ripping apart your quarters with your saber.

You’ve finally put the twins down for a nap and now you’re laying on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. Hot tears roll down your cheeks onto the fabric of it.

Your brain is replaying memories of your childhood, you almost miss your village on Jakku; It was much simpler back then. It’s been so long since you ran away. You know that your parents are dead now, murdered by Kylo Ren.

Maybe you should have done it yourself so you wouldn’t feel so guilty, it could’ve given you more power as an apprentice.

No, you don’t need more power. Just stay as a regular mom, that’s all you need to do.

You grit your teeth and close your eyes. Everything is burning with anger. You just want to punch something. Your hands grip your saber laying on your abdomen, wanting to use it against anything.

Kylo storms into the room, grunting as he paces the room. He growls under his breath, his shoulders heaving as he breathes.

“The fucking Resistance.” His arms tense up as he huffs, “They moved. They’re gone. They could be anywhere in this damn galaxy.”

Little does he know, they have cloaking devices covering the perimeter of the base, even from the air. The First Order wouldn’t be able to find them on any radar they have. Especially because your path made it seem like you came straight from the base but it was much more elaborate than that. You’re not going to tell him that either.

Kylo’s hand rests on the hilt of his saber, knowing that he wants to destroy something to blow off steam. He doesn’t want to scare you.

You slowly sit up to look at him, just staring with no expression on your face. His cheeks blow as he puffs out air, his fiery eyes glance at you, then he looks back again. His eyebrows crinkle together in the middle, he almost looks puzzled.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asks, clenching his jaw when you don’t answer him right away. He looks over your blank eyes and the almost dried up tear tracks marking your flushed cheeks.

“Your anger, it’s- I can feel it. I can feel it in myself.” You shake your head, you look down at the smooth metal of the hilt sitting in your hands.

Kylo’s lips part gently and his jaw twitches. “I feel like I could hurt something right now. I’ve never really felt this way either.” You admit, then look up at him through your eyelashes.

Kylo gulps and goes to talk but you continue, “The things I’ve been thinking about. My parents and my village. I want to go back there, Kylo. To see what’s left, maybe there’s something I forgot. The last missing puzzle piece that I need to settle down.” Your face crinkles up as memories play in your head and you shake them off.

Goosebumps rise on your skin, a chill that travels down your spine. This wasn’t something regular, like the air conditioning. It was something otherworldly.

Kylo seems visibly shaken by this too, his eyes are mixed with a bunch of emotions but the rest of his body is like a statue.

“I want you to come with me, please.” You almost beg him to answer you.

Emotions wrack your body then your bottom lip starts to quiver. Kylo notices the sudden change of your emotions and takes a step forward but you put your hand up to stop him.

“I don’t need affection right now. I just need an answer from you. Yes or no. Simple.” You nod then take a deep shaky breath. You notice his hand is still resting on the hilt attached to his belt.

Negative thoughts swirl in your mind. Maybe he’s thinking you’re going to strike him. Does he think you’re dangerous? Is he going to put an end to you because of this sudden darkness inside of you?

You take a deep breath to stop yourself since there’s no need to overthink about those things. He would never hurt you. The anger suddenly washes away like sand being taken with the tide. It was like a cloud was over your brain.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I don’t want to be like this.” You sniffle, hiding your face in your hands.

You can hear his footsteps getting louder as he walks towards you. His hand rests on your back to console you, “I was trying to see if you could calm yourself. I’m glad you did.” His body sits next to you which makes the sofa dip in. He pulls you into him, his rough armor bothers you but you still cuddle with him.

“As long as you can take control of your emotions, you’ll be okay. I, on the other hand, can’t do that.” He chuckles which makes you smile. At least he’s trying to bring light to the subject.

“I really do want to go back to Jakku.” You huff sadly, the corners of your lips turn down into a frown.

Kylo’s hand gently rubs your side, “I know. I’ll make it happen.” His raspy voice speaks and rumbles in your ear.

Before you could answer, he starts talking again. “I have to go away. Not for long, but I will be far.” You pick your head up to look at him which makes him slightly nervous, “Only two days maximum.”

Your whole face turns into a pout and you just throw yourself top of him to bury your face in his neck. You let out a long over-exaggerated groan, “Whyyyyy...” You wail.

He grips your sides, “There’s a spy in the First Order. I need to find them. I’ve been tracking a trail for a while and they’re supposed to be meeting somebody from the Resistance...” He trails off, his eyes zone out off to the side. He’s thinking quite hard.

“Why don’t you come with me?” He mumbles in your ear. He waits for a reaction, your eyes widen in shock as you sit up to look at him.

“With you? Like on the mission?” You stutter over your words and plant your hands on his chest. His eyes dart over your face as he gulps, “Yes. With me.” The grip on your waist tightens.

You bite your lip, “What about the kids?” You ask and look back at their room.

“I can get a droid to watch them. I’ll lock down my quarters until we get back. Nobody will be able to go in or out.”

A small smile breaks out on your face then fades away. This would be your first time truly away from your children. They’ve been babysat by a droid before, but you’ve never left them this far.

“What’s wrong?” He fidgets underneath your body weight to sit up more, “You’re sure they’ll be okay? I feel bad leaving them.”

Kylo huffs quietly and nods, “I understand. You can just stay here then.” He leans forward to pepper kisses against your jawline. You pull back from his advances for a moment to look at him, “I want to go. I trust you. I know you wouldn’t let anything happen to our children.” You lean forward to capture his lips with your own.

You giggle into the kiss as his hands grip your ass so he can switch your position from being on top to being under him. Your back presses into the cushion of the couch from his body laying on top of yours, his hands travel underneath your baggy shirt to cup your breasts.

Today’s going to be fun.

You yawn as you roll over, your arm falls off the edge of the couch. You slowly open your eyes to see that the lights are dimmed and a blanket is draped over your nude body.

You smile just from knowing that Kylo did that. What a gentleman. You snuggle under the warmth then see the note left on the coffee table. Your hand slips out quickly to snatch it, his handwriting is scribbled messily on the ripped piece of paper.

Nothing important, he just has Supreme Leader duties to take care of. You let a soft sigh, then peek over at the monitor on the datapad he also left by. The kids are still asleep. They’ll be hyper today.

You realize that you have to be an adult so you slowly stretch your limbs. When you stand up, you wrap the blanket around your body then you start to pick up your scattered clothes as you make your way into the bedroom.

The room smells like soap, he must’ve taken a shower. It makes you smile again. You couldn’t be happier to be around him again.

You drop the blanket on the bed so you could scurry into the bathroom to shower as well.

You haven’t gotten any of your own clothing yet, just the ones that you wore the night you joined him.

Instead of getting into your own constricting clothes, you opt for one of Kylo’s tee shirts instead. You pull it over your head, then pull your underwear up your legs and some socks on your feet.

You wrap your wet hair up in a towel so it could dry faster. Then you walk back into the living area, the smile on your face instantly drops. You stop in your tracks when you see someone standing with their back towards you. You instantly recognize their slicked-back ginger hair.

You gently sneak your hand back into the bedroom to grab your saber off the stand right near the door. When you ignite it, the man jumps and turns around with his hands up in surrender.

“Hux?!” You exclaim angrily. His eyes are wide with fear when he realizes what’s in your hand, “Don’t kill me. I was just...” You take a step forward, your foot stomps on the ground. The sound of one of the babies crying echoes from the monitor on the coffee table, your eyes glance at the screen then back to him.

He definitely heard and saw that too. He knows that they’re on board. “Children?” He questions.

Mama bear mode is now activated.

You take large steps towards him until his back is against the wall, “I swear to the stars, if you tell anybody about this I will personally rip you to shreds.” You growl and hold the saber close to his face.

He audibly gulps and eyeballs the blade that’s about to cut into his neck. “I won’t. I won’t.” He squeaks out. You give him a look and he shakes his head, “I promise.”

You take a step back and disable your saber so the light disappears back into the hilt. “But children? When did this happen?” He questions you.

“Hoth.” You grumble out, eyebrows still knitted together in the middle. You’re ready to strike at any moment.

“Oh... So that’s where that baby hat came from...” He whispers to himself which makes you a bit confused.

“Why would you bring them back here? Out of all the places to go in the galaxy, you brought them to the First Order?” He frowns.

You roll your eyes, “So they can be with their father.” Then his eyebrows go up in surprise.

“That explains a lot...” He rubs his forehead with his gloved hand then stands up straight again. “I know that I haven’t been the most trusting person around here, but I give you my word that I will not let anything happen to your children. I’ll keep my mouth shut about it.” He nods.

His little speech makes you smile, “I appreciate that.” You let out a relieved sigh. His eyes then notice the state you’re in, looking down at your naked legs then back up to your face.

You grimace and growl under your breath, “So what were you doing here anyway?” You question him now.

Hux seems to get nervous by how his hands fidget, “I-I was just looking for Ren. I needed to find something for him.” His eyes fall to the side to avoid eye contact.

“I can tell when you’re lying. You can either tell me the truth or I can go through your mind myself.” You threaten him, knowing you don’t have that ability but it’s quite fun to torture Hux.

The man almost whimpers in fear, “You can do that... too?” He shudders then you take a step forward which makes him flinch.

“Okay, okay. I was searching for something. Something that he might have of his grandfathers.” He squeezes his eyes shut then peeks one open.

“Fine. I believe you. Thanks for keeping this secret, by the way.” You drop your dark persona and he seems confused by your sudden personality change.

“You’re welcome?” He lets out that statement more like a question. He stands up straight again to seem more professional, he fixes his hair with his hands before putting them behind his back.

“You should get going now before he finds out that you’re here.” He gives you a curt nod before slipping past you and out the door.

You truly believe Hux was being honest that he wouldn’t let anyone hurt your children. If he did though, that would be the end of him. He would have Ren and you coming after him. He should know better not to open his mouth.

Once Hux leaves you go to the door to lock it once more, then you take a deep breath and exhale. “That was weird.” You mutter to yourself then go into the twins’ room to take care of them.

When Kylo comes back, he has to use the Force to get into the quarters. He frantically looks for you while calling out your name. He finally finds you passed out in the rocking chair with Ellie babbling in your arms. He runs up to you, his hands grab your face which makes you wake up instantly. Your eyes shoot open and you suck in a sharp breath.

“Thank god you’re okay, but what the fuck?” He snaps at you, “Why was the door locked? I couldn’t get inside.” He stands back up, his stature towers over you once again.

You yawn and look down at El gripping your shirt, “I’m sorry. Hux came here and I just got freaked out I’m-.” He cuts you off.

“Hux... He was here?” He would be breathing fire right about now if he was able to, you visualize the steam coming out of his ears.

“Yes, but it’s fine. He said he won’t let anything happen to the children. I took care of it.” You nod.

“He knows about them too?” His voice booms even louder which makes you and El jump.

“Yes, Kylo. He does. I think he’s smart enough not to say anything to anybody about it. He knows that we’ll both come after him.” After that sentence, he seems to calm down a little bit. He takes a deep breath and walks over to Ani’s crib to look at his son.

The boy giggles and reaches up for him which Kylo happily obliges. He scoops up his small body, bouncing the child on his hip. “Maybe you should stay here once I leave.” He mumbles quietly.

You feel yourself growing frustrated, “No. I want to come with you. I’m ready, I know I am. I can protect myself.” You say as calm as you can since you didn’t want the kids to feed off your little argument with him.

You rock Ellie and coo happily at her before turning your attention to Kylo. He’s just staring at you with his rock hard expression. “Fine. We’ll leave in a few days.” He pushes back Ani’s wavy hair from his face.

The baby reaches up to tug on Kylo’s collar to his uniform which makes you laugh. Kylo looks back to you and gives you a smirk. “You sure you don’t want one more?” He jokes around which shocks you.

“You’d want more kids?” You ask, pouting happily then you stand up. Kylo looks over you, his eyes follow your movements. “I do in the future, not yet, because of circumstances.” He replies, you stand on your tippy-toes to kiss him.

His dimples show when he smiles into the kiss, “I want to have a family with you, a big one. I would need- Ow!” You yelp when Ani grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs quite harshly.

Kylo lets out a laugh you haven’t heard before, his hands go up to his son's tiny fingers to untangle them from your hair.

He catches your eyes looking up at him through your lashes. “What’s that look for?” He mumbles under his breath, letting Ani’s hand grip his finger instead of attempting to pull off your scalp.

“I just love you so much.” You mumble and bat your eyelashes. Kylo grins at your cute pouty face and swoops down to capture your lips once again.

At this moment, there was a newly found peace in Kylo Ren. All he needs is his family and he would be happy for the rest of his life.

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marril96 · 5 years ago

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Pairing: Rowena x reader

Summary: A sexual role-play leads to guilt and tears.

Editor: @miss-moon-guardian

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It was a game no different than the countless others you'd played.

It started with a kiss that made you tingle all over, nerves on fire, going off like fireworks on the Fourth of July. A push — a shove, really, for you intended to make the most of the night — and Rowena was on her back, naked as the day she'd been born, arms spread, skin glistening like a milky sky dusted with a constellation of freckles, hair spilled around her head like a fiery halo.

Lying so still, her eyes observing your every move, taking it in like prey preparing for an attack, heart pounding softly in her chest, she resembled an angel. She was beautiful as one, charming, magnificent, supernatural not just in species but in presence itself. A force of nature you never tired of claiming, of making it clear to everyone that asked — and those that didn't — that she was yours.

She didn't get like this for just everyone. She didn't bare herself — body, mind, and soul — to any stranger. It took years of love, of devotion, of endless patience and support and kindness for you to earn her trust to be allowed to play this game.

As much as she wanted to pretend otherwise, Rowena was a delicate thing. Gentle. Fragile. She needed to be handled with care, even when she relinquished all control and told you, in no certain terms, to go at it. To roam free. She had her limits, and she trusted you to respect them.

Straddling her, you pressed your mouth to hers in another kiss. Tonight was your night. As much as she loved being in control, there were times when she relished being a powerless, naughty girl in need of punishment. A few days ago, that was your role. Tonight, it was hers. Your hands roamed everywhere, tugging, squeezing, feeling her warmth underneath your fingertips, as delicious as her mouth on yours.

Rowena's eyes fell closed, a moan escaping her lips — her swollen, cherry-red lips, hungry for kisses, begging for more. Your teeth grazed the lower one as you parted, drawing blood. She hissed, startled, and you smirked. Rowena pouted, and you clicked your tongue, shaking your head. She was at your mercy tonight. Nobody said anything about playing fair.

You kissed down her neck, every now and then capturing a bit of skin between your lips and leaving behind a butterfly bruise. They were violet and beautiful, marks of ownership she would wear for days, alike those she'd left on you earlier. It was one of your favorite parts of the game. Being allowed to hurt her, ruin her, and make it feel so good — not just for you, but for her as well.

Rowena accompanied every nip with a moan, pain and pleasure mixed into one, a sound that was magic to your ears. Her body was a canvas, blank and perfect, waiting for you to fill it, to make it yours. And, the artist you were, you were happy to oblige.

Your cupped her breasts. Small, supple, they fit perfectly into your palms. You kissed each one, suckling on rock-hard nipples. Biting on each before releasing them with a plop. Rowena looked at you with wounded, desperate eyes. Sad as a kicked puppy. You used to have a hard time resisting them, but over the years you'd built a tolerance for petty manipulations in the bedroom. You had, after all, learned from the best.

"Aw, what is it, baby?" you cooed, sarcasm thick in your voice.

"Y/N, please," she whined. A perfect, delicious little melody.

You raised an eyebrow. "Please what?"

"Touch me."

"I am touching you." You emphasized it by pinching one of her nipples, eliciting a yelp. "Is this not good enough for you?"

"It is, but…"

"But what?"

Rowena pouted. Realizing you weren't going to fall for that, either, she said, "Please, Y/N."

Her hand slithered between her legs. You slapped it away. "Patience, sweetie."

"But—"

"No buts." Your fingers slid over her thigh in a gentle caress. A teasing. A promise of what was to come. "We've only just started. No need to rush things."

"I need you."

You chuckled. And she had the audacity to be offended when you called her a brat. "You're such a baby."

"Am not," she said defiantly, scowling.

"So are. My little baby," you teased, booping the tip of her nose.

She scrunched up her face adorably. "You're mean."

"That's rich, coming from you. Or did you forget last week?" She'd worked you so hard it had hurt to walk for two days straight. You hadn't regretted a thing; every lick of pain, every screaming muscle was worth it.

Rowena smirked. "T'was a lot of fun."

It definitely was. "And so is tonight." You raised a questioning eyebrow. "Unless you're chickening out."

"Please. As if I've anything to fear."

"I can be scary."

A snort, taunting, derisive.

You scowled. "What, you don't think I can?"

"Of course you can, darling." She patted your arm as if you were a dog who'd just performed the simplest trick. Good girl, the gesture said, condescending to its very core. So smart for a dog.

You grit your teeth, smacking her hand off. "You're being a naughty girl."

There it was again, that smirk, infuriating and delicious all at once. Defiant as ever. "What are you going to do about it?"

"I'm going to have to punish you." Your pussy quivered at the thought. Pictures already formed in your mind; Rowena on her knees, your hand tangled in her hair, pulling to expose her neck, to show her who was in charge. To make her submit for every failure to do so resulted in a new punishment. Bruises adorning her body, bites and scratches, red lines and purple butterflies. An artwork to be admired.

She quired up an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

"Mmhm." You licked your lips, imagined your tongue exploring tastier places. All in good time. "Can't reward bad behavior, can I?"

"You most certainly can't," she agreed. Then, with a teasing grin, "If you're competent."

Brat mode on, it seemed. Not that it was ever off, in the sheets or the streets.

"Are you saying I can't punish you?"

"Och, I know you can. If it's any good, though… that is a guessing game, is it not?"

"Is that a challenge?" you asked, knowing full well it was.

"I don't know. Is it?" You scowled. Rowena shrugged, blinked innocently. "You are a more… gentle lover, darling. I just don't know if you have it in you to be tough."

You slapped her in the face with all the strength you could muster. Her cheek instantly swelled an angry red, skin bristled, tingling with raging nerves. If that was how she wanted to play, so be it. You loved a good challenge.

The smug smile never left Rowena's mouth. If anything, it got bigger, bolder. She laughed, and it was hearty, too nonchalant for her own good. "Is that the best you've got?"

Frustration swelled in your chest. Riling you up was her favorite thing to do whenever you played. She loved to push you to your limits, loved to tease and taunt and mock until you snapped and took all your anger, all your rage out on her. It hurt a lot, and it hurt so good; you knew from your own nights as a "victim," when Rowena's own limits were pushed and you happily paid the price.

Your hands shot up to her neck, fingers wrapping around the sensitive skin. Tentative, gentle, testing the waters before the final countdown. Choking wasn't something you practiced often, but Rowena always welcomed it. She'd never refused a punishment, had never used her safe word and asked that you go slower, lighter. She welcomed pain for as much as it hurt, it felt so good, so empowering.

She knew you would never do anything she wasn't comfortable with. Knew one word of hers would be the end of everything, and your arms would be open for her to snuggle into as you murmured apologies. She felt safe with you, just as you had with her. There was no danger, no fear. Nothing either of you hadn't consented to.

Nothing but endless trust.

Rowena snorted. "Seriously?"

If that's how you wanna play it, fine. Eyes locked in an intense stare, your fingers tightened around her neck. Such a delicate thing she was. So small, so frail. You could crush her throat if you wanted to. It was a scary amount of power to have, but you knew how to wield it. You knew not to let it get to you, not to abuse it.

"How about this, Red?" The words rolled off your tongue in a purr, delicate, provocative. The way you knew made her quiver in all the right places. "Hm? You like this?"

Your nails dug into her skin as you squeezed and squeezed and squeezed, grazing it, almost drawing blood. Marking it. She was yours; your property, your little doll to play with, to do whatever you wanted to. And, gods, there were so many things you wanted to do. So many punishments you wanted to inflict, different ways to make her scream and beg and whimper underneath you. To make her curse your name just as you had hers last week as she'd worked you to your very last limit.

Rowena smacked your arm. Again. And again. She kept hitting you, kept fighting you, tiny fingers clawing. Desperate as a trapped kitten, and just as harmless.

Your mouth curled into a smirk. "What do you think you're doing? Hm, Red?" Then, teasing, "My Little Red Riding Hood."

She still fought you, desperate to get free. Strange as it was given the situation, she was pale as a ghost. Her eyes, you noticed far too late, were wide, filled with panic like a sky painted grey with storm clouds. Filled with fear; pure, unadulterated. Terror much alike the one you knew well for, three years ago, it had been a constant. A nightmare she couldn't seem to wake up from, that followed her everywhere she went and made her fear every shadow she came across.

You instantly released her. Guilt ate at you as she doubled over and gasped for breath. You hadn't squeezed her that hard, had you? Surely, you were careful.

No. Your heart knew it before the reality of the situation reached your brain. You were too rough. You frightened her. You hurt her.

"Rowena, I'm so sorry," you said. "I didn't—"

Were those tears dripping on the bed? Was she crying?

You had crossed her limits, but surely it wasn't that bad. She couldn't be that scared, like bad then, in that hotel room, with the Devil crushing her skull and setting her alight — all the while she was still alive.

Could she?

Surely she was exaggerating.

Right?

"Hey, are you okay?" You reached for her shoulder. She stiffened under your touch. Went still as a statue. "Sweetheart?"

Her eyes, wounded, broken, found yours for a brief moment before falling downwards in shame. A whimper tore from her mouth. More tears fell, and with them came sobs that shattered your heart into a thousand pieces. She was shaking, heart pounding so hard you could hear it, could feel the vibrations under your fingertips.

"Rowena—"

"Don't." She gathered the last remnants of her strength to say it, to make it curt, straight to the point. As close to regular one could get when they were crying.

"What is it?"

She shook her head. Whined. Cried like she hadn't in months, not since the last nightmare. They'd lessened in frequency, reappearing every now and then as opposed to every night like they used to. She'd managed to get them under control over the years, just as she had flashbacks; they weren't gone, never would be, but they weren't as frequent. She could sleep without fear now. She could walk the streets without worrying about something random sending her down a memory lane she wished she could erase from her head.

Was that what you'd done? Had you sent her back to that hotel room, straight into Lucifer's arms?

"Hey," you said softly, in that tone that always calmed her, that always put her at ease. You rubbed her shoulder, caressed it with utmost tenderness. "It's okay. You're okay."

Only she wasn't, was she? Because of you. Because you went too far. The accusations stung. It was an accident; you would never harm her on purpose, would never make her relive the worst day of her life. Would never cause her any kind of pain she didn't want you to.

Yet, you did exactly that.

Your intentions didn't matter. The fact remained that you did it. You swore you never would, and you did it, all over a stupid sexual game.

Tears pricked at your eyes, sharp as knives. Accusatory. Unforgiving. You were a bad person. A bad girlfriend. If Rowena decided it wasn't worth it, that she wanted nothing to do with you, she would be well within her rights.

"Come here." You didn't feel like you deserved it, but you wanted to make it up to her. Wanted to, at the very least, try to fix the damage you'd caused. Wanted to — selfishly so, and you hated yourself for it — feel her against you and, for a short moment, feel like you were doing something good, like you were helping her.

Just like countless times before, she dove into your arms, buried her head in your chest, and crumbled. She wept and sobbed and whined, sad to her core, broken, shattered. Unconsolable.

All because of you.

Guilty tears falling, you wrapped your arms around her. Tight as if your life depended on it. "It's okay," you whispered. "It's okay, baby. You're safe."

And she was. You were the only person she allowed to see this side of her; this frail, broken creature, all defenses down, protective walls torn apart. She knew you wouldn't judge her, wouldn't take advantage. She trusted you.

That only made the guilt that ripped at you worse.

She trusted you, and you did this to her.

She trusted you despite it.

You hurt her, and she still trusted you, still felt safe in your arms. Still sought comfort in you. Still let you see her at her worst, weakest, most vulnerable.

"I'm sorry," you said once again, and wanted to say it many more times, for as long as guilt ate away at you. "I'm sorry. I love you. I'm sorry."

You rocked her writhing form, gently, as if she were a child. Rubbed soft circles across her bare, sweat-soaked back. Nuzzled her hair and kissed her scalp.

"I'm so sorry."

Moment by moment, whisper by whisper, Rowena quieted down. Pulling away, she rubbed at her swollen, scarlet-rimmed eyes.

"You okay?" you asked.

She gave a small nod and, in a raspy voice, said, "Aye."

"Need anything? A glass of water?"

"I'm fine."

She wasn't, but, like always, she put on a front. Her way of regaining some control, some dignity after falling apart.

"Was…" You swallowed a lump in your throat. Licked your lips. Cleared your throat. "Was it a flashback?"

Rowena nodded.

The confirmation shattered you, tore you apart like a knife deep in your gut. You should have known this would happen. You'd choked her before, but never like that. Never that hard. It was your fault she was hurting. Your fault she would spend the night tossing and turning in bed, the memories burning in her mind, fresh as if not a day had gone by since the incident. Your fault she she was back in that hotel room, completely and utterly helpless, terrified to the bone..

It was all your fault.

"I'm sorry," you said for the upteenth time. As if that could change anything. As if an apology would erase the agony she was in — the agony you'd put her in. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

Not in a way she didn't like. You'd planned to hurt her plenty tonight. Only, she was supposed to enjoy it. Not curl up in a ball and weep.

"I know," Rowena said, and meant it. She could hold a mean grudge. If there were any ill feelings, she would have let you know.

That only made you feel worse.

She should have been angry. She should have screamed her lungs out, arms flailing wildly, eyes flashing purple. She should have hurt you, or wanted to at the very least.

She should not be this calm about it after what you'd put her through.

It wasn't right.

Noticing your turmoil, Rowena reached for your hand. She was warm to the touch, soft, gentle. Her fingers twined with yours, squeezed tight. A comfort you didn't know you needed. Your nerves instantly calmed, tense muscles relaxed. The woman was magic, and she didn't even have to utter a single spell. All she had to do was touch you, and you were hers, your body, soul, and mind under her command.

Sometimes you hated it.

In times like this, you welcomed it.

"It was an accident," she said, looking straight into your eyes. Making sure you heard her loud and clear. "I'm fine. Don't beat yourself up."

"I shouldn't have choked you."

"You didn't know."

You didn't. But still… "We did it before, so I thought it was fine." You couldn't change what happened, but you could explain. You could make her understand. "I didn't mean to go that far. It just happened. I—"

"I know," Rowena said. "It was an accident, darling."

"I suck."

"You don't."

"I'm a bad girlfriend."

"You're not."

"I'm just like him."

"Don't you dare say that!" The sharpness of her tone startled you. Her eyes, still red and puffy, were fuming, anger coiling in them like a storm about to devastate a town. "You are nothing like Lucifer." She spat the name like the filth it was. "I never want to hear you say things like that again. Have I made myself clear?"

You gave a nod. "I'm sorry."

A smile broke out on her mouth, small but encouraging. "Like I said, it's okay. I'm okay.."

"Are you sure?"

"Aye." You stared. She sighed. "For the most part. Don't worry. The worst has passed."

"I'm—"

Raising a forefinger in warning, she said, "If you say sorry one more time, you are sleeping on the couch."

You threw your arms up in defeat. "Sorry." She raised an eyebrow. You cringed. Nice going, Y/N. "I'll just stop talking."

"That would be greatly appreciated," Rowena deadpanned.

A moment passed in silence. Then you said, "I guess I shouldn't choke you anymore."

"That would be for the best," she agreed. "I can handle it for the most part, but it would be best to prevent future accidents. Some things..."

"I know," you said, reclaiming her hand, squeezing it in emphasis. She didn't have to explain. If she couldn't handle it, that was enough for you to cease doing it. After all, you played these games for mutual pleasure. There was no satisfaction in suffering if it wasn't wanted. "Is there anything else you don't want me to do?"

"Just choking."

"Okay."

"Och, and…" You raised a questioning eyebrow. She bit her lip. "Maybe don't call me Red."

"Of course!" His favorite nickname for her. A bad choice of words on your part, especially when coupled with choking. "It completely slipped my mind."

"It's alright, darling."

Laying down, you waved for Rowena to join you. She was beside you in an instant, nestled in your embrace, curled up against you like a kitten.

"I love you," you said as you played with the locks of her hair, threaded your fingers through them.

"Me, too," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone.

You laid like that for what felt like hours. It took a while, but, to your surprise, Rowena, feeling safe, protected, drifted off to sleep. Smiling, you kissed the top of her head and allowed your eyes to fall closed. Allowed much needed sleep to claim you.

Tomorrow was a new day. Hopefully, a brighter one.

After all, you had a game to finish.

*****

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krattgirl124 · 5 years ago

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Core Activated Chapter 3

William gave a heavy sigh and stared at the clock which read 10:32. He gave a large yawn. Belle had gone to bed about ten minutes ago. He hoped he didn’t wake her, she was a pretty light sleeper sometimes. Belle’s scream of agony rang in his ears. He was instantly awake. Was there an intruder? He left his work and dashed up the stairs. He reached their bedroom. Belle screamed again this time louder as if someone was forcing her to scream.

He started to ram the door hurting his shoulder in the process. His wife was in there and who ever was hurting her was gonna find themselves with a knife in their throat. He backed up against the wall ready to sprint. He tensed his muscles and dashed towards the door. The door opened and William tripped landing on his face, biting his lip as he hit the floor. He looked up still a little dazed and saw his wife being held captive by a crazed woman with back hair and two different eyes.

One red and one yellow. The woman was surrounded by thick black tendrils surrounding her like a million black tails. She had an orange long sleeved dress tipped with red or blood. Belle was staring at him with wide terrified eyes. Her red hair was messy and soaked with blood as well as her pajamas. Her head was tilted to the right side. On the right side of her neck was soaked with blood, her blood.

The woman had her needle-like teeth in Belle’s left side of her neck. Blood pouring from the wound. With a jolt, William realized the woman had been dragging her teeth down Belle’s neck. Rage burned through William and he got to his feet.

“How dare you?!” he snarled taking a few steps towards them.

“Not another step.” Hissed the woman jerking her teeth in Belle’s neck, making her scream. William stopped in his tracks freezing on the spot. He took a few steps back unable to bring himself to attack. The woman laughed, making William cringe and shut his eyes.

“Here I have one thing to make you suffer.” the woman said.

“If you kill her-”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” the woman snapped. Belle whimpered in the woman’s grasp, twisting William’s heart.

“Who are you?” growled William. He also wondered why the kids weren’t awake yet. Belle’s screams were loud enough to wake the whole world. The woman grinned, noticing William’s confusion.

“A bit of my magic. I can make certain people hear what’s happening and cut it off. Sort-of like headphones. If your simple little brain can handle that much info. As for who I am. I am Willow Everblood, your wife’s sister.” The woman explained.

“What do you want with my wife?” William demanded clenching his fists in frustration and anger. Willow grinned.

“I don’t want your wife for anything,” Willow said. “This is just a little warning to show you the least of my new abilities. After all, Family comes first.” With that Willow shoved Belle forward. Belle cried out as she stumbled into William’s outstretched arms. He pulled her tightly against him. He glanced up but Willow was gone. He wrapped his arms protectively around Belle, who started to cry.

She sobbed and pressed her nose deeper into his shoulder, sobbing even harder.

“Daddy, what’s wrong?” Michael asked.

“Nothing,” William said glaring at the empty space where Willow had just been. Anger surged up in him. He should have asked her to stay with him or go to bed with her.

“Daddy?”

“Just go back to bed,” he said to his oldest son.

“Why is mommy crying? Would she like a hug?” Michael’s question made William stiffen. How would Michael react when he saw the blood? Or the bite marks on Belle’s neck. Before he could reply he felt Michael hug him. He padded towards Belle and gave her a hug. Belle seemed to relax a little bit at her son’s touch.

“Night Mommy. Night Daddy.” Michael said heading back to his room. William inspected Belle’s bite marks. He could fix it up. Since Belle was a bit scared of hospitals William started taking medical classes so he could help if he really needed to.

“Come on,” he said, getting to his feet. Belle had started shaking pretty badly. They headed towards the upstairs bathroom and closed the door behind them. He opened the cabinet which had a mirror in front of it. He took out some medicine, one arm around Belle who still had her face buried in his shoulder.

He handed her the aspirin. “Take this okay?” he said gently brushing her hair out of her face. She stared blankly at the medicine bottle as if she was too scared to take it.

“It’s okay. I’m here now,” he reassured her. She gingerly took the bottle from him, her hand shaking like crazy. He kissed her on the forehead.

“You just take a quick shower while I get you some clean clothes okay,” he said gently. He knew Belle needed to be treated gently even if she was a bit annoying sometimes. No one was perfect and he knew Belle in this state, was extremely fragile. She clung to his clothes like a tiny cat not wanting to be put down.

“I-I don’t want you to go!” she wailed. “I’m scared.” she started whimpering and William calmly stroked her hair.

“Hey. Hey, it’s okay. I don’t want to leave you either.” he said. “But you need to wash off, I’ll be right at the door for you okay?” Belle nodded.

“Okay,” she muttered. He kissed her on the forehead before turning and walking to their bedroom.

Belle let out a shaky sigh before taking off her bloody pajamas and stepping into the warm shower. The warm water made her wounds sting, but the pain had quickly faded after only a few seconds. A small smile spread across her face when the pain finally subdued and the blood had been washed off and slid down the drain. As she got out and wrapped a towel around herself, William walked in with new pajamas for her.

“Get changed into these and I’ll help with your wound.” He said, quickly kissing her cheek before leaving the bathroom again, guarding the door.

Once Belle put the pajamas on and started brushing her hair, something flashed into her vision that made her drop the brush. A clown animatronic with red hair and rosy cheeks, offering her daughter ice cream, but as Elizabeth reached out to grab the ice cream, a claw from the animatronic’s belly snatched her away. Belle leaned against the sink and gasped in shock, her eyes wide. Her thoughts were cleared when she heard knocking from the bathroom door followed by William’s voice.

“Belle, are you okay in there?” He asked, slowly creaking the door open.

“I-I’m fine.” She stuttered. Now that she was in cleaner clothes, William could deal with her wound.

Belle sat on the toilet with the lid down and tilted her head to the side so William could get a good look at how the wound was now. Most of the bleeding had slowed into a small trickle, which was a good thing. William poured some hydrogen peroxide onto a cotton ball and padded it onto the injuries. Belle gasped softly as it stung, clenching her hands into fists as William wrapped it up.

“I’m done, Belle.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek, all the worries about what she saw melted away. She draped her arms over his shoulders and hugged him tightly.

“Let’s both just head to bed, this night has been something.” William picked her up and carried her bridal style to their bed, he kissed her cheek before putting her down and quickly changing into his own pajamas. As he got in bed with her, Belle’s gaze was locked on Elizabeth’s bedroom door, fearing that if she looked away, something bad would happen to her baby.

“William, all your animatronics are safe, right?” She hesitantly asked.

“Of course, unless you do something stupid while using the suits in Suit Mode,” he explained. “Why?”

“No reason. I just wanted to make sure,” she muttered. William protectively put his arm around her. Pulling her closer and making her feel safer and her worries farther away.

“I’ll make sure no one hurts you or anyone else again,” he promised. He looked into her green eyes. “I will never break my promise,” he said. Belle smiled and rested her head on his shoulder. Her eyelids dropped but before they closed a dark shadow raced across her vision. She cried out and jumped making William jump too.

“Belle what’s wrong?” he asked holding her close again as she started to shake.

“I thought I saw-” she whimpered and pressed her face against William’s chest.

“Hey. shhh. It’s okay. I’m here now and I’m not leaving you again.” he said resting his chin on her head and started rocking her back and forth.

For the rest of the night, Belle didn’t sleep at all. She just stared at the ceiling, fearing what the fate of her family held. Whenever she did close her eyes, she would be introduced to something horrible happening to each of her children and her husband.

Meanwhile, in Chris and Michael’s room, Chris was wide awake and standing up in his crib, about to cry because he was hungry. As he opened his mouth to let out the cry, a black figure appeared in front of him.

“So you must be my nephew.” The figure cooed, suddenly holding a bottle of milk, “Is this what you want?”

Chris babbled out something and reached for the milk, his mouth opened with some drool dripping out of the corner. The figure let him have it and watched him drink the milk. He whimpered softly at the strange taste but kept drinking it since he was so hungry. When he was done he dropped his bottle out of his crib and stared at the figure.

The figure carefully took him out of his crib and cradled him as if he was her own, “You’re so sweet, so innocent.” She cooed, watching as Chris was trying to eat his own toes, “You are immune to the evil in all things, including me.”

Chris, who was gumming on his own foot, looked up at her in confusion. The figure’s head suddenly shifted into one like Fredbear, but with multiple rows of razor-sharp teeth and blood-red eyes. He shrieked and cried loudly for someone to save him, but his cries were not heard by anyone due to the figure’s magic. The figure dropped him onto the floor and disappeared, allowing his cries to finally be heard.

Michael was the first to wake up when he saw his little brother lying on the floor, he jumped out of his bed and picked him up.

“Chris? You okay little bro?” Michael asked, tickling his belly in an attempt to cheer him up.

Chris just cried louder as his tummy started to hurt from the milk the black figure gave him. Michael held Chris over his shoulder and pat his back, remembering what his mom would do after feeding Lizzie. It seemed to calm his little brother down until he made a weird sound and Michael felt something chunky run down his back.

“Eww.” Michael whined, “MAMA!! Chris threw up!”

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dimensionwriter · 6 years ago

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Mechanical Heart

Part 4

M!Robot x F!Reader

"A break-in," you grumbled stepping out of the car. Axel hasn't typed a single word to you since the office. You had to text your boss to see what was going on. Apparently, this woman arrived home to her door open and a bunch of her stuff thrown around. She was panicking on the call on how she feel like someone may still be in the house. No wonder Axel was moving fast. A gun was thrusted towards you causing you to jump. You looked over to see Axel holding the gun towards you. He dropped his screen down making you noticed he had something written there. "Be careful. Stay on high alert. And stay behind me," he wrote in his usual font and colouring. You forgot he's a superior to you, so of course he would want to take control. You nodded your head and put the gun in your holster. Crap! How could you forget your taser. You left all that stuff at your old office. You didn't expect to get a mission on the first day. The two of you walked towards the light pink house. The woman standing outside ran towards us once she noticed us. While she talked to Axel, you could survey the area. "Oh, I'm so glad you're here," she said going around Axel and crashing into you. Quickly wrapping your arms around the woman's waist, you held her up. Did she just ignore Axel? Maybe it's because he's wearing a leather jacket instead of the normal work jacket. "It's fine ma'am. We will check the house to make sure it's free of intruders," you said awkwardly patting the woman's back. She pulled away and started fanning her face. Tears were running down her face like a waterfall. "Oh please be careful. If there's someone in there, use the robot thing," she said passionately grabbing your shoulder. You could feel her shaking from her fingertips. "The robot thing?" You asked confused. She nodded her head and pointed behind you, where the only thing that could be considered robotic was Axel.

"Excuse me Miss, but that thing has a name. It's Axel and his life is too important to try to use a shield. Unlike humans, it cost million of dollars to make one. So it would be more efficient to use humans as shield, but there seem to only be one other human here," you growled stepping forward. How can someone really be this speciest? This woman is willing to let this robot die when she doesn’t even know him.

A hand shot out and grabbed the back of you jacket. You looked over with a hard glare to see it was Axel holding your jacket. He shook his head at you as if you were a little child.

“I sincerely apologize for my partner. Now can you please state what happen for us,” he wrote in that plain font. The woman eyes were wide as she looked at his screen then back at you.

“Did she just threaten me?” she asked lifting a shaking finger and pointing at you. You tried to fight back from rolling your eyes. Your bosses won’t be happy to hear that you threaten a citizen. Even though she just told you to use your partner as a shield.

“No ma’am. I do apologize if it seem that way. But I was stating why we treat robots and humans the same, since both of their lives have value,” you stated with a giant fake smile. Just fake until you leave.

“Oh, well they could always be replace unlike humans,” she said laughing a little at the end. Axel gripped your arm to hold you in place. Ah, he could feel you about to strangle the woman. Why do you have to deal with speciest people like her? This robot that she believe have no value is willing to risk his life to make sure that she can live in peace. Like, how does that not make him seem like he has some worth?

“To each their own,” you commented through gritted teeth. Axel squeezed your arm, a nonverbal way of saying to behave. You were trying. You really were.

“Okay, so what happen. I came home 10 minutes ago and noticed that my door was open. I felt fear completely wash over me, but I tried to show some bravery. I entered my house and instantly was met with my couch flipped over and glass shards everywhere. I was about to head upstairs when I heard a loud thump. I turned around and ran out the house, but I was smart enough to put my house in lockdown mode,” she stated and at the end hold up a dark red button attached to her keychain.

So she does have some brain in there. Since she put her house in lockdown mode, all the exiting doors would lock and all the windows will have alarms on them. So, if they were to try to make any attempts to escape, then it would alert the owner of which window they broke. House lockdown are usually made to protect a person if someone is trying to get into the house when the owner is home, but she used it for the opposite scenarios.

“Thank you for that,” Axel wrote giving her a nod. She didn’t even acknowledge him as she continue to look at you. Axel is standing right next to you, she can’t even deny that she maybe didn’t see grey words appear on a dark black screen.

“Okay, may we have your keys so we can check the house,” you asked sticking your hand out. Nodding her head energetically, she pulled off her key and handed it to you. This is the only way to enter the house without setting off the alarms.

“Stay right here or maybe in your car. Just be someone near, but far away just in case someone is in there and comes out,” you mumbled waving you hand as to push forward the idea. Yanking Axel’s grip on you, you begin to make your way towards the house. Axel stayed close behind you.

A light tap hit you shoulder, but you didn’t look towards Axel. “I can already guess what you’re going to say. ‘That was unprofessional and our bosses will hear about this’. But I’m sorry, she was honestly pissing me off. How can someone be so heartless to something that’s so similar to you?” you ranted feeling the anger building up again.

Axel tapped on your shoulder again and you ignored it. Quickly jumping up the steps, you made your way to the front of the house. The key that she handed you wasn’t a normal one, it was actually just a card.

Only the rich has these. The didn’t use keys anymore, just swipe their card in front of a sensor to unlock the front. These house have had more cases of break-in than normal houses, but they still use it for some reason.

You swiped the card in front of the sensor and the door swung open. Even from the foyer, you could see shards of glass spilling in. Right in front of you were black hardwood stairs with a room to the left and right of it.

A hand gripped your shoulder and yanked you back. This time you had to look at Axel screen, which had a bunch of words on it.

“I was going to thank you for standing up for me, but please do not threaten a civilian,” he wrote with a light grey colour and that weird font. It was close to the times new roman one, but a little more curvy.

“Just to get this straight, I never threaten a civilian, but this is the first time I’ve had to deal with a speciest one. I’ve dealt with sexist and racist ones before,” you explain before turning back to the house. You took a step back and splayed your hand out towards the house. “After you sir.”

He shook his head before walking in. He glanced left and right before going to the right. You started going left when Axel grabbed your arm causing you to look up at him in confusion.

“I said stay close. We don’t know where the intruder could be,” he wrote and you nodded your head slowly.

“I know. That’s why I’m splitting up, so we can cover more ground. I’ll check the left and you do the right,” you whispered pointing in the directions. He shook his head at you.

“We don’t know if they have a weapon on them. You can get hurt,” he wrote in a bolder font. Is he worried about you? That’s actually sweet on him.

“Thanks for the worry, but I’ve been on plenty of missions worse than this. I’ll check the left and we meet back here when we’re done,” you whispered before going left. A small buzz sound filled the silent house causing you to turn around. Axel screen was facing you, but his hand was rubbing the screen.

“What was that?” you asked tilting your head. You couldn’t tell if that was from him or from somewhere in the house.

“Nothing,” he wrote in a grey to pink gradient. Your eyebrows dropped at that colouring. You really need to figure it out what does it mean when a robot use pink gradient. And when they apparently buzz.

“Okay,” you draw out turning left and walking into the room. It was quite a big room with a giant dark red dining table. It was covered with glass shards and flowers. There was water leaking from the table onto the ground.

A few chairs were toppled over, but none of them were broken. And there was a vinyl player in the corner next to a tea cabinet that had a bunch of expensive looking glasses in it. But not a single thing seem to be broken on them. Odd.

You checked around, but didn’t see anyone. So, you continue on towards the room in the back. It was a miniature kitchen with a giant island in the middle of it. Black marble countertops covered every surface with silver kitchen appliances with pots hanging above the island. All the lower cabinets were open up, but the higher ones stayed closed.

There was a few thing laying on the ground and water was on the ground. But nothing looked like it was missing or broken. There are small appliances in here that would be quite easy to take if someone was trying to steal.

So the intruder wasn’t a thief. They just seemed to be set on messing up the house, but didn’t really try to make too much of a mess. There is bunch of shards around, but it only seem to be from flower vases. And you doubt this woman had many of those in this house.

And all the supposedly thrown around objects, don’t show any signs of damage. Anyone could have easily broken those chairs, but they are simply just laying on the floor or upside down.

Doing a quick double check, you made your way back to the foyer. Axel was already there with a bunch of numbers flying across his screen. Is he broken?

“Axel,” you whispered waving your hand in front of his face. The numbers disappeared and the screen was back to being black. “You okay. Are numbers flying across your screen usual for you?”

“Yes it is. It’s the equivalent of human thinking,” he explain rolling his neck revealing that his neck too was matte black, but a red wire ran up the left side of his neck and connected to his head.

“Oh well, I noticed something. We can eliminate this being a robbery. I think someone just wanted to just knock around somethings in here,” you stated walking to the right and peeking into the room. A glass table was flipped, but wasn’t shattered. And the couch she was talking about earlier had been flipped on its back. “See, nothing is really broken. Just pushed over and it looked like two vases were broken.”

You turn back to Axel to see he was filling his screen up with words. Glancing at it, you realized that he was typing up your words. He placed the last word before the words disappeared. You guess that’s him thinking about your words.

“We can check upstairs now, if you would like,” you said trying to back down. Axel is suppose to be leading the case since he is your superior. You’re kind of use to calling actions, since you were the superior at your old place.

“Let’s go,” he wrote before making his way up the stairs. You followed close behind him.

And as any respectable person, you kept your eyes away from his behind. You totally didn’t notice how the black ripped jeans seem to hug his bum more as he took a step. Like, you didn’t notice a single detail.

Axel spun around and you snapped your eyes up with an innocent smile coming onto your face. He tilted his head to the left before shaking his head. “The floor is split left and right with four doors in each hall. I’ll take left this time,” he wrote. You nodded your head and gave a quick thumbs up. A few dots appeared on the screen before he turned around.

Did he noticed? You will have to quit and turn in your badge if you get called to your bosses’ office because Axel submitted a claim of you staring at his butt during a mission. No other department would want a person like that. You would be labeled as a pervert. Then you won’t make any money causing you to be homeless. You would become a perverted bum.

A matte hand pressed against your forehead causing you to blink away the reverie. You looked over at Axel to see him with his head tilted. Turning back in the front, you were met with a wall.

Two of his fingers lightly gripped your forehead as he turned your head towards him. “Are you feeling well? Are you experiencing a sickness?”

You felt heat spreading across your face causing you to spin away from him. “I am absolutely fine. Just thinking about the mission. Must have zone out,” you rambled pretending to look down the hall. “I go right, right? Okay. Well, meet you back here.”

Trying to look normal, you took three giant strides and opened the door on the right wall. It turned out to be a giant bathroom that was completely white. There was no other colour in here except white.

Nothing needed to be check since the shower was made of glass, making it easy to look into. And then there was bathtub was open and just from standing here, you could see it was empty. There was the towel closet, but a quick open reveal that nothing was there.

You walked out and shut the door behind you. You went to the other side and open the first door. Exercise equipment took up every space in this giant room. There was no closets in this room and every wall was made of glass. Just standing in the doorway, you could see every inch of the room from your normal view or from a reflection.

The third room was...odd. It was a painting room, but the painting. It was nothing but of the woman in various situations. One of them was her in an old time lounge chair with King George the 3 and George Washington begging at her feet. The next one was a work in progress of her laying on the beach nude. Thank goodness the only thing painted was her legs, stomach, and her shoulder up.

You were quick to leave that room and go to the final room. And you almost jumped for joy to see it was a bedroom. You happily checked under the bed and through all chest and her walk in closet.

You almost considered the room to be cleared when you noticed that in an ancient small wardrobe closet, there was some flannel material sticking out from under one of the doors. Just from looking through the woman’s house, it was easy to tell that she was a high class one. She just didn’t seem like a flannel type of person, especially one with a stain on it.

Being as quiet as possible, you sneaked up on the door. You prepared yourself to grab you gun just in case it was a hostile intruder. Reaching for the tiny knob, you pulled it open.

What laid inside was not what you expected. There was two little boys huddled up in the closet, one being no older than 8 and the other close to 5.

“Please don’t hurt us,” the older one yelled wrapping his body more around the younger one. Tears were falling their faces as they shook from fear.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I promise. Can you come out and tell me why you are in the closet,” you cooed bending over. The eldest one looked at you a hint of distrust, but he moved out of the closet. He held his younger boy in his arms even though he looked like he was struggling.

“Are you the ones who did this to this woman’s house?” you asked softly while getting on your knees. Maybe if you seemed more of their height, it will calm them down.

“Yes,” the older boy mumbled bouncing the still crying younger boy in his arm. “I did it all. Take me away.”

As an officer, you’re suppose to keep your emotions in check. But this little boy is pulling on your heart string.

“Why should I take you away?” you asked tilting your head. The younger boy gripped harder on the older one. Glancing between the two, you noticed a lot of similarities between the two. Must be brothers.

“I’m the one said we should break into Miss. Kruella’s house. So I should take full responsibility,” he mumbled gripping his brother harder. The little brother sobs got louder causing you to flinch.

The older brother's eyes drifted from you to behind you. Tears started welding in his eyes and he started sobbing too.

You looked behind you to see Axel standing there with a gun pulled out. He seem to be frozen because he was just standing there.

“Put the gun away,” you whispered yelled at him. He slightly jumped but put the gun in his holster.

“Sorry. Sorry. Sorry,” he wrote with a bigger font size each word. He held his hands up and took a step back.

“Hey guys, don't worry. Everything's going to be just fine,” you said wrapping your arms around them. They leaned into your embraced and continue to sob into your jacket.

“We have to take them to the station.” You tried not to jump as Axel's screen appeared in front of you. Looking up, Axel was using the wardrobe as a wall to lean over you.

“I know,” you mouthed feeling bad. The poor boys didn't even look like the type to do something like this. They even tried to hide themselves in the most obvious place.

“Hey, I have some bad news,” you mumbled. Just pull it off like a band aid. “We're going to have to take you to the station and ask you some questions.”

Fear washed over their faces before it contorted into anguish as tears poured out of their eyes. It felt horrible doing this, but it's part of protocol. Someone has to pay for the damage and is going to have to take responsibility.

Axel moved around you and grabbed the oldest boy. He picked him up and placed him on his hip.

“I downloaded a program that teaches how to deal with children,” he wrote with that grey to pink gradient. You wanted to ask more on it, but now is not the time.

Carefully picking up the younger boy, you stood up. The little boy's arm wrapped around your neck as he continued to cry.

Axel gave a quick nod before turning and walking out the room. As you walked, you kept a little bounce in your step to calm the boy.

“You guys are finish, thank… Gonzales’ boys? I'm not surprise,” the woman sneered from her car. The little boy gripped your neck out and let out a whimper. They know each other. Well, the eldest boy did call her Miss. Kruella.

“Miss, would you please follow us to the station?” you asked giving her a pleading look. She nodded her head before her eyes drifted to the two boys. A disgusted scoff came from her lips as she looked forward.

This woman truly does rub you the wrong way.

“I hate her so much,” you yelled into your hand. The office had all the lights off except for a singular light. You had a horrible headache from that break in case.

A light tap came onto you shoulder and you looked up at Axel. “But you really did help them,” he wrote in his normal font. You let out a sigh as you kicked your chair from the desk. You spun around until you slowed to a stop in front of the window overlooking the city.

“Yeah, but I feel like I didn't. Those poor kids mother, who husband is sick, had to work for that little witch. And she decided to come to come to their house because she felt like she wasn't a good maid,” you yelled running a shaking hand through the stitching of the chair.

After calling the parent of the boys, you found out that she was a maid for Miss. Kruella. And the boys explain that apparently the woman came over to complain to their mom on her day off. In the midst of yelling, their robotic came in and started barking her, and the woman responded by kicking the dog. The puppy broke and the children were upset. Apparently the mother saved up for 3 years to get then that. Miss. Kruella didn't pay for it and even threaten to fire the woman if she tried to sue her or anything. So, that explained why the boys broke in. They even apologized for breaking to the two vases. But in the end, the dang witch didn’t apologize for anything she did and just kept trying to make herself seem like the villain.

Miss. Kruella decided to not press charges as long as someone paid for the damages. You volunteered to pay for it and she did want to accept, but after some convincing she accepted. However, she fired the woman on the spot.

Warm fingers dug into you shoulder causing you to jump and spin around. Axel stood there in a startled pose: his leg slightly rose up with his hands up.

“I read that massages can help relieve stress. I want to help you destress,” he wrote in a tiny font, but you were getting use to reading all his fonts.

“Oh, thank you,” you said turning around. His fingers delicately touched your shoulder before digging in. Sighs escaped your mouth as you relaxed in the chair. Closing your eyes, you relish in the feeling of all your tension floating away.

Since your eyes were closed, you missed the flash of pink on Axel face when he looked down at you. He quickly shook his head and the colour disappeared. Today reminded him that he is only a robot. Nothing more or nothing less.

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And there’s part four. I’m really liking where this story is going and Axel is slowly starting to become my favorite person. Please comment anything, I love reading what you guys write about my story. And my asks are open, so if you have any questions, I’m here. I also wanted to thank you guys for 600 followers. I was planning on doing something special at 500, but it shot by so fast that I missed it. But I still have that special thing in my pocket, so I may do that at 1K or 2K. Anyway, thank you for reading and have a great rest of your day.

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200 Follower Thank you

Once upon a time, I said hey I’m about to have 200 followers. That’s 199 more followers than I ever expected to have. Maybe I should show these people some appreciation for following my hodgepodge of a blog? I asked what would be considered a good Thank you and received a whopping one (1) reply to the possibilities I mentioned. This is a result of that poll. Please note: I will NEVER volunteer to do this again!

200 Head Canons from the various fandoms I’ve written fan fic for (Fairy Tail, Miraculous Ladybug, and Voltron: Legendary Defenders). Please note these are made up things from my very tired brain and not necessarily thought through or even complete ideas, though I did try to make them internally consistent there are no guarantees. They might contradict each other and most certainly will contradict canon. Please take everything with a grain of salt, and enjoy!

Erza Scarlet (Fairy Tail)

1-Erza only likes red fruits- strawberries, cherries, raspberries dragon fruit, apples, etc.. But they have to be red in color not other versions of the same kind of fruit. No black cherries, green apples, or the like- she can taste the difference even blindfolded.

2- Erza likes to go stargazing on summer nights, but can’t sit still for watching clouds.

3- Between missions she will occasionally try to write poetry. It does not go well

4- She has never told anyone about the poetry!

5- There is a small part of the space she uses for her requip items that contains the locked box with her writing journals.

6- Erza and Mira like to go shopping together. The stores tremble in fear when the two are on a campaign to find the perfect outfit. One boutique has had to hire a couple of mercenaries at the door to give the staff sufficient time to brace for impact, whenever they have a sale and the girls are in town.

7- There is a cat colony near Fairy Hills and every single cat knows Erza. They are all feral cats, but they trust Erza to provide calming attention.

8- Two things Erza does in any new place is find the baths and find the gyms.

9- She likes to go to different gyms to observe new fighting techniques, but she doesn’t like to be recognized so she always goes in disguise.

10- Every time she asks to be taught a new technique, there is one guy (you know that one guy) that feels he needs to mansplain things to her.

11- This man is always handed his ego on a silver platter with a side serving of crow. Sometimes quite painfully.

12- Erza was once invited to an underground gym by a woman she met at the baths. She was so surprised to find it was a group dedicated to learning to fight like the Great Titania. Most of the women had histories of being abused, but had been inspired by the leader of the Fairies to stand up for themselves and get safe. They then worked to make sure that others are safe on the streets of their city and in their homes. Erza actually broke down at learning of their strength and resilience.

13- The only time she purposefully took off her disguise was for these women to thank them. She then spent the rest of the night helping them train.

14- Erza is demisexual which is why she fell so hard for Jellal as she had a strong connection to him.

15- She continues to have fond feelings for Jellal, but is no longer romantically or sexually interested in him.

16- Erza doesn’t bother to tell others in her guild about her changed feelings for Jellal which means the girls are always trying to get them alone together whenever he’s in town.

17- Meredy once sneaked a sensory link between Erza and Jellal and herself to figure out what was going on with them. She never told anyone what she found out, but she worked at toning down the FT girls’ attempts at matchmaking.

18- Erza works really hard to keep her strength in check. She has trained with Guildarts to get her control as finely tuned as it is.

19- Erza has yet to find a mode of transportation that is fast enough for her. It’s a pity that Magnolia doesn’t have jet propulsion or rockets.

20- Her favorite hot drink is cinnamon tea with a little sweetened condensed milk in it.

Lucy Heartfilia (Fairy Tail)

1- Lucy prefers the feel of cotton over silk, but she prefers the look of silk over cotton.

2- She has to invest in cotton, linen and woolen clothing as a member of Team Natsu since they don’t burn as easily as other materials.

3- Lucy has asked Levy to look for a fire retardant/ fire proofing spell to be able to use for both her clothing and her apartment.

4- Lucy was taught to crochet when she was a young girl. Though she doesn’t make the fine lace she was expected to produce as a child, she does use those skills to make tiny amigurumi mice for Happy.

5- Lucy also crochets scarves and hats every autumn for her friends. Often she makes a couple extra ones to donate to the local women’s shelter.

6- Aires likes to bring Lucy wool like thread/yarn from the spirit world for her to use in her projects.

7- Lucy likes to go fishing with Natsu and Happy.

8- She does not like catching fish with Natsu and Happy.

She like casting her rod and reeling it in, but she does NOT like baiting her hook or killing the fish. Natsu and Happy have no problems taking care of those things for her.

9- Lucy prefers moving rivers and creeks over still ponds and lakes.

10- She loves going to the beach to watch the waves break along the shore.

11- Lucy was taught how to steer a boat, well it was a yacht but why quibble over details?

12- She once claimed she was going to sail around the globe, but her father told her not to talk nonsense and then sold their boat to keep her from ever trying.

13- Lucy made friends with the birds in the garden and can whistle their calls almost as well as the birds themselves.

14- Lucy has always told herself stories. Even when she’s on a job with Team Natsu she’s often composing short stories as her day goes along.

15- Lucy hates the taste of truffle and will instantly distrust anyone who claims to like it.

16- She prefers to have short hair, but keeps hers long to be able to use the comb and brush set her mother used to use.

17- Lucy has two special silver hair pins that her mother gave her when she twelve. They belonged to her grandmother and her great-great-aunt. They get passed down to the next generation on the twelfth year after they have sparked. They always end up with a celestial mage.

18- Lucy’s understanding of celestial contracts is both modern and archaic. She is well aware of what is expected from a modern magic user, but she has been well taught in the lore of celestial beings.

19- Most celestial spirits are pretty plain speaking with what they will, can, or won’t do. Some however, the eldest spirits, are very tricky and will find whatever loopholes through imprecise language they can to do what they can to be maliciously compliant. This is why, even though the elder spirits are more powerful than most of their siblings, they are rarely contracted with.

20- Lucy eventually has five contracts with elder Celestial Spirits. None of them have been able to twist out of their responsibilities to her.

Natsu Dragneel (Fairy Tail)

1- Natsu only flies off the handle so easily so that he has “legitimate” reasons for using his fire.

2- He has to eat a lot to have enough fuel for his fire.

3- He really just likes to eat and uses his fire so often so that he has room to eat more.

4- Natsu often lies awake at night trying to come up with good insults for Gray, Gajeel, and even Loki, though he rarely remembers them thus having to fall back on old and well used insults.

5- When Natsu does remember a new insult, he will rate the reaction on a scale of one to five and if it doesn’t get a four or a five he will drop using it.

6- One time he said something about Levy to Gajeel that was rated a ten and after he healed up, he never used that particular insult again.

7- Because of the sheer amount of energy that routinely flows through Natsu, he has a faster healing rate than most people, including dragon slayers, except Wendy. Wendy’s magic makes her quick to heal so that she can heal others.

8- Natsu has several potted succulents that he and Happy take care of whenever they are in town.

9- Natsu talks to his plants and has named each one.

10- One time a new neighbor overwatered his plants while Natsu was ot of town, killing all of the plants.

11- The new neighbor was mortified and offered to buy replacements, but Natsu was offended. You don’t buy FAMILY MEMBERS they are FOUND!

12- Natsu and Happy took nothing but desert and costal assignments for a year to find new plants for their place. They even took a few over to the neighbor to teach them how to care for the very laid back plants.

13- Natsu isn’t dumb, he’s just simple. No need to be all stealthy when you can just flame broil a problem. Right?

14- Natsu likes to come in Lucy’s apartment through the window because she’s always good for a laugh when he does it.

15- Happy, and Natsu, likes to stay the night at Lucy’s place because she will read them a bedtime story.

16- Natsu’s favorite stories are about the constellations and the heroes that got put into the stars.

17- Happy’s favorite stories are about animals acting like humans, and who like to eat a lot. (Basically he likes Redwall stories, just those from Earthland)

18- Natsu hates the Pied Piper story because the kids didn’t help their lame friend go with them and Happy hates it because he scared all the rats away. Somehow the book with that story in it mysteriously burned to a crisp.

19- Natsu doesn’t have a favorite color. It changes every time someone asks.

20- When Natsu is really stressed Happy will curl up in his lap and start purring. When Happy is stressed, Natsu will raise his body temperature slightly and then hold Happy close until Happy feels like he can purr again.

Gray Fullbuster (Fairy Tail)

1- Gray doesn’t like the feel of most of his clothes touching his skin.

2- He only likes the feeling of heavy clothes touching him. Lightweight clothes bug him.

3- Gray prefers to take jobs that take him up in the mountains because it’s cooler there, and there tend to be less people he has to deal with.

4- Gray’s favorite place to vacation is the beach in the summer, but otherwise he prefers foothills in the spring for all their blooms, mountain slopes in the winter for the ice and snow, and mountain valleys in the autumn for the color change of the leaves.

5- While ice and snow don’t bother Gray, and even charge up his magic, he still prefers to come in and sit in front of a toasty fire with a warm beverage after being out in the snow.

6- One reason Gray doesn’t object to Natsu being around and being annoying is because he always has that portable space heater thing going after being cold when Natsu is around.

7- Gray experiments with poetry when he travels on his own. He never writes any of it down.

8- Gray is obscenely good with numbers and logic puzzles.

9- He’s been banned from many gambling establishments for exposing their crooked practices, even the ones that usually go unnoticed.

10- Gray kind of assumes that other people also see what he sees and doesn’t understand why he’s expected to spell everything out for the rest of Team Natsu.

11- Gray is slow to warm up to people. He’s been let down before, so once he considers you a his friend, he’s your friend for life.

12- People that really know Gray were surprised at how quickly he befriended Lucy. With most people Gray takes at least a year to even start acknowledging their existence.

13- Gray thinks Lucy is like a little sister that needs careful watching up until Tenrou.

14- After Tenrou, Gray thinks of Lucy as an equal that can and will kick his butt if he needs it.

15- Gray is not afraid of Erza, unless Natsu is involved.

16- Gray was once emotionally and verbally abused by a girlfriend, it’s what makes Juvia’s first behavior and love declarations so uncomfortable for him.

17- Gray will never admit that he’s jealous of Natsu and Gajeel’s exceed companions. But he does want to have his own flying cat occasionally.

18- Gray’s least favorite food is egg nog ice cream. He just doesn’t care for the flavor and you couldn’t get him to drink hot egg nog for love or money.

19- Gray’s preferred hot drink is Lapsang souchong tea. He likes the pine flavor in his tea cup.

20- One time Lucy, Erza, and Wendy invited Gray to accompany them to a fancy Hotel for afternoon tea. It was the only time he willingly wore a three piece suit!

Marinette Dupain-Cheng (Miraculous Ladybug)

1- Marinette likes to make lots of different kinds of pastries.

2- She only likes to actually eat a few types of pastry.

3- There are baked goods that she makes, but never eats because the textures give her the heebie jeebies. She knows other people love them so she’ll still make them.

4- Sabine, Marinette’s mom, was a martial artist of Chāquán. It is “a Chinese martial art that features graceful movements and some acrobatic aerial maneuvers. Chāquán also includes a large range of weapons.” Sabine was especially proficient in the use of the hookswords and the spear, which she has taught Marinette.

5- Sabine still goes over her forms every morning and young Marinette practices with her.

6- Marinette was fairly good at the acrobatic maneuvers until she hit puberty. Her mother often reassures Marinette that after she finishes her growth spurts she’ll be back to doing those moves again without messing up every third one.

7- Even though her father is an only child Marinette has dozens of “uncles” from around the world. Tom played on a rugby team in college and even was in the minor league for awhile. All of his team mates were made honorary uncles when Marinette was born. They get dozens of Christmas cards, letters, and emails to keep in touch.

8- Marinette and Tom once did a tour of Europe only staying with his old teammates. They never had to find a hotel during the two weeks they traveled. They’ve had a fair few of them stay at their place in Paris, too.

9- Marinette often makes presents for her uncles, aunties, and cousins throughout the year, and receives small presents from them as well.

10- She was saving up for a trip to Australia and New Zealand for her sixteenth birthday, so that her family could visit with a couple of uncles in that part of the world, but suddenly Hawkmoth came up and now she’s not sure they will ever take that trip.

11- She mentioned Chat Noir and Ladybug in an email to one of her ‘cousins’ in New Zealand who hadn’t heard of them, so she linked them to Alya’s Ladyblog telling her that this was really going on in Paris.

12- Two weeks later she got a video from them asking Mari to pass it along to Ladybug and Chat Noir. It showed their family and all their neighbors doing a haka for Paris and the heroes. They said it was to encourage the heroes to be strong and have courage in the face of Hawkmoth.

13- Mari cried when she saw the video as she knew what a big deal it was for them to do this for her. She asked for a translation of the words and was surprised to find it was actually written by her cousin’s grandfather, who was considered a great warrior chief, specifically for LB and CN.

14- Mari asked if only someone from her cousin’s tribe could perform that haka or if it would be considered appropriation for her and her friends to do it, too. She received another video that was an interview with the man who wrote it. He explained the tradition, the words, and showed exactly how each part should be performed. Then he gave all of Paris his blessing to do his haka for the heroes.

15- Marinette brought Alya over right away and showed her the videos. Alya promised to put both videos up right away. The traffic shut down the blog host’s servers!

16- Marinette invited this cousin’s family to visit during the summer to thank them for all that they did. During their visit an akuma attack happened. This family was delighted to suddenly have Ladybug calling the city to order and joining in as all across the capital young and old were preparing to dance strength and courage into being.

17- Marinette has noticed that her strength to stand up to Hawkmoth and perform her duties as Ladybug has increased dramatically ever since she, and the rest of Paris, has started doing the special haka.

18- Marinette likes to put youtube on autoplay and start on a random video when she’s trying to come up with a design and feels blocked. She stops it on the third and seventh video and then tries to come up with a design based on the video’s title.

19- Marinette has just started trying out needle felting and loves to make little felt mice for the animal shelter Chat Noir has endorsed.

20- Marinette has become the vice-president of the Chat Noir fan club at Francois- Dupont. Nino is the president.

Plagg and Tikki (Miraculous Ladybug)

1- Plagg watches a video of camembert making on loop whenever he can get Adrien’s phone. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=atOpLj-q5nA) [People in the comments are seriously convinced that Plagg would like this video!]

2- Tikki likes to watch crafting videos and always makes sure to leave an encouraging comment on each one she watches.

3- Tikki prefers sweet things to eat, but she can recharge on almost any food.

4- Plagg actually needs those fermented, slightly spoiled foods to recharge completely otherwise he’s acting on about half power.

5- Plagg wanted to explore Adrien’s house more, but Gabriel’s interest in Adrien’s ring has made him stick close to his boy.

6- Plagg spent the first month of being awake getting familiar with current events using Adrien’s phone. The invention of the computer has made him ridiculously happy.

7- Plagg may or may not have had something to do with a computer virus that infected the mansion’s protection protocol after Gabriel was akumatized. Now Adrien can get out of his room an time lockdown is initiated and doesn’t have to feel trapped in his room.

8- Tikki doesn’t sleep as much as Marinette does. She gets about an hour a night.

9- Tikki emits strong “sleep rays” when she sleeps to help her holders get to sleep. Her creative types can be overthinkers that need help dropping off.

10- Tikki doesn’t need to sleep. Whenever creation is happening she is energized and really doesn’t need to rest. She’s the originator of “pulling an all nighter”

11- Tikki tends to get a surge of power at the equinoxes while Plagg receives more power at the solstices.

12- Tikki loved coming across this video of The HU and plays it as often as she can. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jM8dCGIm6yc

13- Plagg found out about punk rock and now plays it as Adrien sleeps hoping that the messages of the music makes through that thick layer of “presentability” Gabriel has forced on Adrien.

14- Tikki sometimes leaves Marinette’s purse to flit over and peek at Nathaniel’s progress on his drawings if the lesson is boring.

15- Plagg’s hearing is very sharp and his ears let him tune into conversations without moving much. He is careful to check into the class gossip, but also listens in to what’s happening in Mr. Damocles’ office and the teacher lounge.

16- Plagg listened in on Tom and Gorilla’s talking about Marinette and Adrien and snickers whenever he remembers Gorilla saying, “My money’s still on Marinette confessing first. Mine’s to dense to realize how far gone he already is. He might believe she likes him on their golden wedding anniversary.”

17- Even though Plagg can phase through matter he still has a healthy respect for Gorilla’s brute strength and doesn’t want to test if he’d be quick enough to dodge the big man in the even of an emergency.

18- Tikki spends many nights creating pictures of fractals using Marinette’s digital drawing tools.

19- Tikki may or may not be the cause of Marinette having more advanced capabilities digitally than any major studio on earth.

20- Tikki despises the nickname Sugarcube, but it is the best out of Plagg many, many tries so she puts up with it. Stinky Sock is the mildest nick name Tikki has ever called Plagg.

20.B- Most of her other names for him would be considered unprintable, but they’re in dead languages so it’s probably safe for her to use them.

20.C- Plagg tries not to mess up so badly that she uses the Babylonian curse on him.

20.D- Plagg can tell how angry Tikki is by what language she slips into. The older the language is, the more angry Tikki is.

Nino Lahiffe (Miraculous Ladybug)

1- Nino used to play percussion on everything he ever came in contact with until his uncle brought over a small hand drum for him to play. His parents called it ‘tapping’ when he was little.

2- The rule around the house was that he could only tap on the drum and not other parts of the house, when he was inside. Everything outside of the house was fair game.

3- Nino’s uncle came over every day to teach him the basics of playing his doumbek.

4- After a year of lessons, his uncle would take him to his weekly drum group where the more experienced drummers would teach little Nino drum tricks like rolls and pops.

5- By the time Nino was eight, he was a regular member of the drumming group and often went with them to play at weddings, parties, or other events. He was the cutest kid! When he was all decked out in traditional Moroccan garb playing smoking hot solos, he was often the source of viral videos.

6- In school he tried to join the band, but he was far too advanced for the beginning players and they didn’t have an advanced group for him to join.

7- The band teacher wanted to help him continue with his music so he showed Nino how to record and remix his own drumming.

8- The summer after that, he spent every day busking with a different member of the drum group to be able to afford his own recording equipment and programs.

9- The summer music money plus his share of the money for playing events with the drum group allowed him to be able to turn his room into basically a recording studio.

10- He soon became the group’s recorder which led to him also video taping performances.

11- The year before Stoneheart happens, the art teacher was able to teach Nino some basic film editing.

12- Nino’s tapping was one way for him to relieve his anxiety, the other way he tries to release it is through blowing bubbles as a kind of meditation.

13- It was hard for him to use his bubbles again after the Bubbler incident.

14- When Alya and Nino got locked in the cage at the zoo, it took all of ten seconds for Alya to figure out he didn’t actually have a crush on her. It took fifteen seconds for her to figure out it was Marinette he’d liked. He was really embarrassed about it.

15- However, after talking a lot about things they liked and disliked they found they really had a lot in common. Alya told Nino about Marinette’s crush on Adrien and Nino was upset for a moment, but then Alya made him laugh and he was suddenly thinking, “Marinette who?”

16- By the time they were out of the cage Nino was firmly in Alya’s corner for matchmaking Marinette with his friend Adrien.

17- Nino’s anxiety can get high during an akuma attack, unless he has someone to watch out for or protect, then he’s calm and collected. Which makes running after Alya toward the big scary monster the better choice for him during those moments.

18- Nino was a natural at wielding the Turtle Miraculous as it played to his need to protect.

19- After being Carapace, battles in which he wasn’t called to be a protector of Paris were excruciating to watch even as he kept Alya from coming to harm. He craved using the Miraculous as it allowed him to care for more people at once.

20- Nino introduced Wayzz to both smooth jazz and rap music just to see what the kwami would do. He loved everything Nino threw at him! Wayzz requested a copy of Nino’s latest mixes and a song by Sade before he had to go back to the Guardian. Nino found an old iPod to give to the little godling who claimed it would be his most precious treasure. Nino couldn’t talk for a full five minutes as he was too embarrassed and proud to speak.

M. Gorilla (Miraculous Ladybug)

1- Gorilla and Tom played Rugby on the same team in college.

2- He often stops by the bakery after dropping Adrien off at school if he isn’t needed by M. Agreste immediately.

3- He’s convinced that Adrien is in love with Marinette, as are Tom and Sabine. It’s a topic of great interest and much discussion when he comes in, if there aren’t other customers around. Sabine and Gorilla have a bet on who will confess their feelings first. (Sabine’s money is on Adrien.)

4- Tom and Gorilla met their future spouses as they acted as bouncers at a local club on weekends all thorough their Junior and Senior years at university.

5- Sabine and Gorilla’s significant other, Jerome, were in a group of friends that frequented the night club regularly. Sabine dared her friend to get the cute bouncer’s phone number by the end of the night. After a few shots of liquid courage, he’d brazenly asked Tom for a date and his number, but Tom gently, and privately, told the young man he was straight. He then motioned for Gorilla to come over and introduced the two. The young man returned to the bar with two phone numbers: Gorilla’s for him and Tom’s for Sabine.

6- Tom made the cake for Gorilla’s commitment ceremony, before same-sex marriage was legal in France. When Marinette was ten, he also made the wedding cake for Gorilla when he and Jerome were legally able to be married.

7- Jerome had a child from a previous relationship that he and Gorilla took care of for the first five years of the girl’s life. She was taken away when the girl’s mother claimed that Jerome wasn’t the father of the child. DNA tests proved he wasn’t. The mother tried to sue another man for child support, then took the girl and moved to another country.

8- Gorilla and Jerome were distraught to have their little girl taken from them. They tried to adopt another child, but they were denied and not even allowed to foster any children.

9- Gorilla started working for the Agreste family shortly after he lost his daughter.

10- Emilie saw how angry he was over anyone that wasn’t an Agreste coming near Adrien and eventually got the story out of him over why he’d be so protective to keep people from potentially taking her son away. It was something she was very appreciative over. Gorilla considered her a friend after she went out of her way to find out about his heartbreak.

11- Gorilla is legally Adrien’s godfather. When Emilie heard what that woman had done to Gorilla she took Gorilla and Adrien to her lawyer and made Gorilla legally responsible for Adrien and any future children she may have regardless of his continuing employment by the Agreste family. Gabriel signed the papers without complaint, but didn’t actually read them carefully, or register exactly what he was signing..

12- Gorilla worked for the DGSI, the French CIA, as an informant while playing rugby. It allowed him to travel for legitimate reasons and keep tabs on one of the players for the DGSI.

13- After university, Gorilla was recruited to become an agent. He was injured on an assignment and decided to retire to be an up and coming rocker’s body guard.

14- He and Jerome get invited backstage any time Jagged is in town to be able to catch up.

15- Gorilla really enjoyed doing his job as a bodyguard, but wanted to be home more with Jerome, especially after their little Marie was taken from them.

16- The DGSI came to Gorilla to ask if he’d be interested in working for them again as they look into the workings of one Gabriel Agreste and the Gabriel empire.

17- Gorilla was actually key in getting Nathalie in the door at Gabriel. She is also an informant gathering evidence on Gabriel Agreste.

18- Gorilla was speechless when their higher ups requested that he and Nathalie continue to aide Gabriel once he became a magical terrorist, they were interested in seeing the power of the moth Miraculous and what it could do. Nathalie complied willingly, but Gorilla refused to do anything that would put Adrien in trouble.

19- Gorilla despaired of Adrien ever figuring out how to give him the slip, and he was so proud when Adrien succeeded at eluding his tailing him through the Metro. Then he panicked because he just lost his child!

20- Gorilla is fully aware that Adrien is Chat Noir. He was the one to change the angle of the security cameras, and conveniently show Adrien their blind spot right outside his window. (Seriously, that boy needs all the help he can get.)

Pidge Gunderson/Katie Holt (Voltron: Legendary Defender)

1- Katie was introduced to Pokemon when she was very young.

2-For awhile all she managed to find were Pidgeys in her game. And she collected every one she could.

3- Matt laughed at her for this and nicknamed her “Pidge”.

4- Katie didn’t like his teasing and vowed to make her pidgeys the strongest she could to beat Matt’s team.

5- She eventually fulfilled that vow.

6- Later Pidge went on to collect and evolve almost every pokemon in the pokedex.

7- Matt never recovered from being beaten by a flock of pidgeot, and has refused to pick up the game ever since that time. Pidge considered that her greatest accomplishment until she infiltrated the Garrison.

8- Katie has loved robots ever since she watched the Iron Giant movie with her dad.

9- Katie first started building robots when she got a MeccaSpider Robot Kit for her sixth birthday.

10- She was dissatisfied with how klunky the spider turned out to be and proceeded to borrow a few parts from something of Matt’s to make it work better. It’s ability to move as quickly and silently as a spider was not appreciated by all the inhabitants of her home.

11- Katie has never grown out of her ability to see other uses for mechanical parts past their intended use, or for cannibalizing parts from anywhere she can get them.

12- While Katie likes to build robots, what she really adores is programming them. She hopes someday to make a small robot that can serve to help the physically disabled with everyday tasks.

13- Seeing her mother’s father struggle after he fell and broke his hip was what has spurred Katie on in her endeavor to build helper robots.

14- For all the squabbling and tattling that she and Matt engaged in, they were very good friends. When he left for the Garrison, and had to stay there, Katie cried every night for a month.

15- Katie hates to be in the middle of drama, but she loves to watch it unfold. She has been guilty of bringing snacks to watch Lance confront someone about a perceived slight.

16- Katie is a multishipper of fictional characters. When Hunk asked if she shipped Lance with any of the other cadets at the Garrison, she read him the riot act for shipping “real people”.

17- Pidge faked a crush for a whole week while in the Garrison when Lance wouldn’t stop pestering her about it. Then the female cadet showed up with a girlfriend and Lance tried to console Pidge about not having a shot since her “crush” was into girls. Pidge didn’t know how to feel about the entire situation and started telling Lance to “Zip it!” whenever he started up about Pidge needing a girlfriend.

18- Pidge finds the idea of “love at first sight” baffling and illogical, unless it’s a sweet piece of tech. Then she totally gets it. Her idea of a “sweet piece of tech” is not the same as Lance’s, but Hunk gets her.

19- Pidge is curious about everything! She likes to tinker with things to find out how they work as well as read about discoveries others have made.

20- Pidge finds sociology fascinating. People and cultures can be hard to understand, robots are nicer that way, but once she gets to meet so many other sentient beings, see their environments, and how they adapt to them- she thinks they are almost as awesome as the robots.

Hunk (Voltron: Legendary Defender)

1- Hunk’s grandmother (his father’s mother) was a chef at an upscale hotel. She’s the one that gave him his first lessons in cooking, knife skills, and developing one’s palate.

2- Hunk’s grandfather (his father’s father) was a fisherman who demonstrated traditional fishing techniques at their island’s living history museum three times a week once he’d retired. There was always plenty of fish to go around on those days.

3- Hunk’s other grandfather (his mother’s father) was an electrical engineer and worked for the county as lead engineer. He often had little models of circuits and old mother boards that he let Hunk tinker with and program.

4- His other grandmother (his mother’s mother) was the designated worrier of the family. She also had a lush garden that she tended daily. It was full of strange plants that often bore unusual fruits for the family to eat.

5- Hunk learned to combine the strange fruits with the kitchen skills he had to make things his younger siblings would eat. Not every experiment turned out well, but he always tried to analyze what went wrong and strategize a better plan to execute his vision for the star ingredient.

6- Hunk and his cousins often had “Bake offs” when they went to TiTi’s house for sleep overs. Hunk usually lost as baking was not his forte.

7- When he and his cousins did their own version of “Chopped” then Hunk usually won hands down. Especially when given a strange basket of ingredients to work with.

8- Hunk is highly anxious but working in the kitchen helps to calm him down. The rules for cooking are simple and there are few surprises he’s not prepared to deal with.

9- Hunk uses his cell phone to ease his anxiety about things in the kitchen. He always takes a photo with a time stamp when he leaves the kitchen. Also he has remote access to all appliances with alerts to let him know when everything is being used.

10- Hunk has installed cameras and view screens on every major appliance in his family’s homes so that if he starts to worry about them, he can check his phone to see what their status is.

11- The first time Hunk left something on in the Castle he realized he’d need to come up with the same kind of thing so he wouldn’t worry while on a mission.

12- The Castle had no clue what Hunk was doing, but eventually allowed Hunk and Pidge to install primitive sensors in the kitchen appliances (and the garbage disposal for some reason) but absolutely refused to allow remote activation of anything. Hunk had to be content with that.

13- Hunk has difficulty standing up for himself, but his anxiety has “Protective Mom” override mode. He will absolutely end someone messing with his friend or family member.

14- Hunk’s favorite color isn’t yellow, it’s orange. However he was drawn to the Yellow Lion because they both want to protect their friends and family.

15- The first night Hunk spent in the Castle of Lions he made sure to lock the door then proceeded to do a traditional siva tau in memory of his family whom he never expected to see again.

16- Hunk has composed a special siva tau that includes some of the people and places he’s been. It offers each of them encouragement to be strong, to trust in the goodness of others, and realize that they are not alone in the universe.

17- Hunk has performed his siva tau on only three occasions. Each time it was at the request of Allura for other groups that had lost their home planets. After each performance Hunk would have several people ask if he would teach them the dance.

18- After the defeat of the Galra, Hunk composed a second siva tau to celebrate the victory and also to mourn those who were lost to the conflict.

19- On the anniversary of this moment Hunk, his family, and any Paladin that is near will gather to celebrate. The evening always closes with the bon fire being stoked up and a performance of that second siva tau.

20- At Hunk’s death there was a large crowd full of many species that honored his family and expressed their grief at his passing by performing Hunk’s first siva tau. It was said that the earth trembled as each foot/appendage touched down and the skies carried the sound of their voices all around the globe.

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Instinct Ch.3

An unwelcome blast from the Captain’s trainee days comes back to the Scouting Regiment and old habits die hard

Levi x Reader

Instinct: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 |

Warnings:SMUT (fingering, penetration, slightly dom Levi), swearing.

Words:2277

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You came back to an empty room. You had to admit there was a small twinge of disappointment that Levi did as you asked. You took a seat at the table making your way through your dry ration bars; you littered the table with your paperwork and started to plan a few sessions for the recruits. You focused more on theory lessons to be held in a classroom as they need that crucial information just as much as they need the practical.

It wasn’t long before the birds outside took to their nest leaving a noiseless hole, the sky faded to a much unhappier darker shade. You found yourself much more reliant on the flickering amber waves of the candle beside you. A shy knock disrupted your thoughts

“Pardon the intrusion Corporal Y/N” The Armin boy was already stood firmly in his salute, you smiled kindly “It’s quite alright Armin how can I help?” You noticed a subtle look of surprise glisten past his eyes, Levi had sure stroke fear in these kids when it comes to authority you thought or maybe it was your behaviour to Levi that had him fearing your temper.

“Commander Erwin has requested you attend a meeting with the other members of The Special Operations Squad in the main room”

“Thank you Armin” You returned his unnecessary salute and he disappeared through a door you presumed to be his room. The corridors were draughty making you thankful you’d grabbed your cloak to wrap round your shoulders to keep the coolness from sinking into your skin.

The main meeting room was large with a lot of empty space between the large oblong table in the centre and the cobbled walls surrounding you. Amber glows flickered around the walls flooding the room with a dim pleasant glow. Erwin was heading up the table, the seat to his left was empty; further around the table all of Levi’s squad were sat observing you enter. Eld, Oluo, Petra and Gunther all offered friendly nods, well Petra’s nod was friendly but the eyes spoke another tale of jealously. You took the vacant seat next to Erwin which also happened to be next to Levi who was staring stoically into his tea.

“Now we’re all here I want to discuss how best to proceed with our mission against the titans and how best to use Eren within that.” He paused for a beat “I first want to discuss how best to train them for the mission in a month, Levi, Y/N?” you turned to Levi who motioned back you and gave you the lead.

“Well Commander I’ve finished the theory lesson plans and I’ve devised a new ODM track which I still need to run past the Captain before we start to set it up”.

“Good, you can both get started on that in the morning” Erwin approved, a quiet knock caused everyone to face the door.

“Ah Eren enter” Erwin per missed. The door creaked and the futures hope walked in sheepishly and took a seat at the further end of the table.

“Eren I was hoping we could discuss your situation with the scouts a little bit more before she arrives”

“AAAAAGGGGHHHH” an excited voice wailed approaching.

“Oh Shit for you Eren” Levi exclaimed. “Another time Commander” he continued, Erwin nodded. Everyone got to their feet and walked past Hange almost flying towards Eren. With the door closed you all shared an empathic giggle for Eren.

“Hange hasn’t been this excited in all her existence, the poor bastard” Levi said in a low tone.

“We should probably all go and get some rest if we’re looking after the brats now” Olue said in his awful Levi voice. Everyone stared at him disapprovingly.

“Y/N, do you want to run the new plans by me now?” Levi asked coolly. You think you frowned unintentionally while trying to ascertain his intentions behind the question.

“It can wait until the morning Captain, it’s getting late”

“Cut the crap Y/N, you sleep just as much as I do” he retorted.

“Fine, but I’m not making you tea.” You conceded.

“I wouldn’t ask you to, your tea tastes like piss, come on lets go to my room, it needs cleaning anyway”

You headed up another set up of stairs past your floor and emerged onto a small claustrophobic landing, the ceiling slanting at an angle. Levi’s room was spacious despite the ceiling, under the window was an untouched bed. This wasn’t surprising you’d never known to sleep in a bed; a chair for a few hours was much more likely. He pulled up a chair not matching the décor of the room to the small table on the left of the room, it had arms and was padded with faded red velvet.

“It was in the master bedroom, I liked it and took it” he explained. You smiled and held your hands up and dragged the simple wooden chair up beside him and placed your notes in front of him. To your surprise Levi pulled some notes out of his own jacket pocket and placed them over yours and briefed you on Commander Erwin’s theory.

“Wait so Erwin think’s there’s more shifters like Eren? And that want to destroy us?” you blurted out in shock. He struck you over the head lightly.

“Volume down” he snarled, “He thinks another one might make an appearance outside the walls on the mission.

“But why?” you purposely lowered your voice to match his.

“After the captured titans were destroyed it peaked Erwin’s suspicion, he theorizes someone doesn’t want us finding out more about the bastards, and will attempt to get to Eren”

“We’re going to use the kid as bait?”

“Yes, he’ll be with my squad but only a small number will know this with the misinformation we will spread.”

“They’ll be a lot of casualties if he’s right” you grimaced brushing your hair behind your ears.

“Yes, he sees it as necessary, if we can capture one the information will be priceless and of the utmost importance, that’s why I suggested you be brought in” You pressed back into your chair

“What? Erwin said you had no idea he was bringing me in?”

“Well he wasn’t lying, I suggested you briefly but I had no idea he’d actually ask you let alone your agreement, that shocked the shit out of me” he chuckled gently to himself, it was a rare and beautiful sound that many will never hear. You ended up smiling and catching his eyes, those pits of blankness warmed to yours. You needed to get out of here before you fell back into old habits.

“Well this has been enlightening, I’ll leave my notes with you to review I need to take all this in” you stood up indicating your intention to leave. Levi grabbed your wrist as he stood and pulled you and caught you and pulled you to press against him as he was lent against the table, you exhaled a light sigh

“Levi, I’ve told you this can’t happen” you realised your words had little strength behind them as your hands had already locked round the back of his neck stroking his undercut. His eyes had fully melted and all that was left was need, all trace of normal calmness gone. He tucked his fingers into the belt loop of your trousers, his other hand roughly running up your thigh to in-between your legs. You couldn’t stop the moan passing your lips.

“There’s music to my ears” he growled triumphantly. You were powerless and it felt amazing until your brain exploded over with panic and doubt.

“Levi stop” You pushed him away grabbing a lamp and hurriedly rushed out the room and without stopping ended up in the drawing room you’d always escape too in your trainee days. It wasn’t set up for entertaining now it was mostly a shell of a room, all that remained was the large sofas covered with large white sheets, a couple of dressing tables and the once elegant fireplace long since ignited. You stabilised your breathing as your mind went rampant. What was you doing? Why was you so opposed to this? Was you just scared of being with someone again? You’d not been with anyone since Levi all those years ago; did you just not want to give up any control again.

You froze in your thoughts hearing a scuffle behind you, in full defensive mode you swung the lamp around while wielding your knife from its holster.

“Seriously Y/N you rebuff me, I follow you to see if you’re okay and now you want to stab me? Jeez, still as reactive as ever” He didn’t even flinch, he stood motionless his shirt half unbuttoned.

“That’s why you liked fucking me so much wasn’t it?” you retorted, thrusting yourself into him knocking him back into the door clicking it shut. He reacted instantly grabbing your ass and lifted you round his hips, his tongue never leaving the competition with yours. The fire between you was as wild as you remember, unbridled and uncontrollable. The blaze between your legs becoming unbearable. He carried you over and sat you down onto one of the tables, you were both panting clawing at each other’s clothes. When your blouse was undone he didn’t hesitate in snatching it off your skin and launching it onto the floor. His eyes never once held onto your scar, he rushed his shirt off his shoulders granting your fingertips full access. You’d almost forgotten how toned and firm his body was, your eyes took him in hungrily tracing his pecs biting your lower lip controlling a smirk.

“Eyes up” he demanded, you grabbed his face and pulled him desperately to your lips, he unhooked your bra and roughly pawed at your breasts hitching your heartrate.

“Levi, touch me already” you breathed, he stopped looked at you internally deciding whether to grant your request. He started undoing your belt “I just want to savour all of you” you lifted yourself up allowing him to free you of your trousers. Levi pushed his hips to you his growing erection constricted in his pants pressing to your throbbing naked heat. Grabbing your hair and yanking your head back thrusting his fingers inside you. You wailed out loud digging your nails into his back, he pressed against your ridged velvety walls causing muscles to fire deliciously in your stomach.

“Fuck, you have missed me” he purred into your neck trying to push more of his palm against your clit enjoying how wet you’d gotten for him.

“I need you inside me, please!” you pleaded, he hummed a moan

“mmm I forgot how much I loved to hear you beg, are my fingers not good enough for you anymore?” he toyed pulling them out gripping your thighs pulling you closer to the edge of the table. His lips created a path of nips and kisses down your body skipping your heat and going straight to your thigh. He was messing with you the bastard, he knew you hated it but it drove you wild as a result.

“You know that’s cr..” you gasped, his mouth attaching to your clit, your hand relocating straight to gripping his hair.

“Stop, I’m going to cum” you wanted him inside you when your orgasm hit.

“Beg for me once more” he demanded when he stopped for a breath.

“For god’s sake, Levi please, I need to feel your cock inside me, I need you to fuck me until I cum around you” you begged. You felt him breathe out heavily across your bundle of nerves.

“Better, so sexy baby” Levi approved getting to his feet and unbuckling his trousers “On the sofa princess” he commanded. You nodded obediently and rushed over to the chair, yanked off the white sheet and got yourself comfortable. He freed himself, your body short circuiting with anticipation, Levi pulled a condom from his back pocket

“You don’t need them anymore” you interjected, he looked at you quizzically hesitating to continue without an explanation. “I got sterilised after the accident” you finally offered.

“I want you screaming my name, but not so loud to wake up the brats or anyone else understand?” the familiar shivers down your spine when he gave you orders wreaked havoc on your desperation.

“Mmhhmm” you agreed tracing your fingers at his hips as he lined himself up with your centre.

You cried obscenities into the air as he thrust into you, his hands clasping yours at the side of your head digging into the chair.

“I forgot how perfectly tight you are” Levi panted into your mouth interrupting a rough drawn out kiss. Your legs hooked over the back of his thighs as he relentlessly pounded into you.

“Keep going, ahh Levi right there” arching your back up into him, pressing your head harder into the sofa. The knot building in you reaching its apex.

“Fuck, Levi” you cried, exploding sweet ecstasy around him, legs convulsing jerkily. The contractions of your orgasm tightening around him dragged him to his own release, hips jerking against yours as he grunted exhaustedly in your ear. He collapsed his weight onto you briefly as you both enjoyed the breathlessness of the moment and it was very brief he didn’t waste much time in redressing himself.

“Now go and have shower we’re both disgusting and sweaty” you exhaled an amused chuckle and made yourself decent.

“You don’t outrank me you know” you informed him. Turning to leave without another word he smacked your behind minutely propelling you forward and causing a childlike giggle from your lips.

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