#before this year i hadn’t written anything in four years

[chimivx]

‘after all the boys and girls that we’ve been through, could you give it all up if i promise to you, that i’ll never talk again, and i’ll never love again’

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monday ~ september 15th ~ 6:37 pm

ITZ hadn’t been this busy in years. In your four years of experiencing this day, these tours, this month, you’d never seen the foyer so crowded, full of excitement, happy, smiling girls with the brightest eyes. Standing on the bottom stair to get a couple more inches on you to look out above everyone, you folded your hands over your middle and pressed your lips into the smallest smile.

Tori, in her flared jeans that hugged her hips just right, and her ITZ recruitment shirt, she beamed at the recruits, the absolute babies walking by her, yapping it up with the ones who lingered by her side. Bracelets jingled on her wrist whenever she twisted her arms around to show off her tattoos to the recruits who asked about them. Some sororities didn’t allow tattoos, or piercings, except yours. Tori’s been loud and proud about them since day one, and for the new girls she intended to keep it that way.

Chaewon kept close to her, her chestnut hair swishing over her shoulders as she directed girls around the house with a point of her finger or a wave of her hand. Since she’d been appointed Tori’s former position she’d become somewhat of a shadow of your best friend. Keeping her chin held high, her shoulders on straight, when she wasn’t answering questions or giving directions she was peeking over at Tori, for only a second, either to make sure she’d been doing enough, or to monitor how to act.

In a fit of giggles, Yuna and her group of five she’d been wandering around the first floor with, they rounded the staircase and greeted you with smiles and tiny waves, some afraid to look up at you. Their nervousness made you smile. Giving them space to move upstairs, you greeted each of them individually, extending a hand to shake, one they took tentatively. 

Visions of Yeji flashed through your mind as the night progressed, how effortlessly she’d danced over the floor on this very night, how she captured the energy and made it her own, took the attention for herself. She’d allowed the girls to wander by themselves, letting Mina handle some walk throughs, but ultimately, she’d treated this night as some sort of publicity stunt for herself. She micromanaged. This had been but one night in her plot to turn ITZ into Yeji-TZ.

Standing on the stairs, overlooking them all, the variety, the passion, the drive to do something for themselves… You couldn’t imagine what it felt like to want to take that away. If anything it blew open a wound within you. A fear. 

You were their president. Soon they’d look to you for direction, some already doing so. 

You were in charge.

Sakura and Eunchae brushed by you, snapping you out of your thoughts. Two girls who were recruited last year, the pair you met sitting on the counter at the ATZ party you sneaked out of the house for. These were two girls Yeji could’ve burnt out, and she wanted to. Written on her face, you could see it. Sakura and Eunchae, they walked into the house and she shifted into defense mode, profiling them before she had the chance to speak to them.

Luckily you got to Tori and Yuna before decisions were made, and the freshmen, now sophomore pair were safe. In fact, they were the most active two of the recruits from last year, and tonight proved that further. Saying hello to you, landing playful fists on your shoulder, they trekked up the stairs with a few new girls behind them, touring groups without being told it was something they needed to do.

The sight of it all, from Tori, to Chaewon, to Yunjin at the door greeting girls who’s profiles you’ve sifted through thoroughly, it warmed your heart as much as it weighed down on you.

It worsened the cloud hanging over your head, the dread looming over your shoulders, the darkness that could take you any second.

The voicemail in your phone.

You’d deleted it after you called your father, forcing Keeho awake into a three way call, telling them both at once what had happened between hurried breaths and a pounding heart. Unable to focus in class, the roars of your angry father lingering in every thought, you could still hear them now. Him absolutely freaking out worried you more than the voicemail that you called him before you even stepped out of the classroom at dismissal, to make sure he was still on his feet.

 Keeho left you with messages full of plots and plans that made you smile, but not enough to relieve the urgent panic of ‘how the fuck did she get my phone number?’

You’ve never spoken one word to the woman.

You’ve never once seen her face.

The stories kids tell, ones from movies and television shows, of dreaming of their mother, yearning for her or someone of the sort- the thoughts never crossed your mind.

Maybe once, when you were young, too young to understand how mothers and fathers and birthing children worked, but other than that, nothing. Yeonjun had been honest, you think, about their love story, of how you came to be, how he acquired you and what it’d done to him, and for you it had been enough. You had your dad, what more could you need?

It’d been an uncanny sort of way of thinking. For a few years in high school you and Keeho would joke that Yeonjun made you himself, you came from him and only him, and you were content believing that.

You couldn’t pick apart these feelings, nor the reason why they felt so heavy. It shouldn’t bother you. The messages could be deleted, numbers could be blocked, and you’d move on. You supposed what it’s done to your father could be the reason why, but even then, he could delete the messages, block the number, and move on.

A tiny thought lingered just beneath the surface. One you weren’t ready to open up or even consider. It worsened the anxiety induced nausea.

What if he wants her back?

As much as he said he wouldn’t entertain it, there were a lot of things he said he wouldn’t do that he ended up doing anyway.

Taking a deep breath, scanning over the floor once more, you meet Tori’s eyes. She gave you a soft smile, and before you knew it she was grabbing your hand, pulling you out onto the front porch. Planting you in a white wicker chair, she relaxed into the one beside you and let out a sigh, crossing one of her legs over the other. 

Sitting on the edge of the seat, your nails picking at each other, she reached over and nudged your shoulder, easing you backward.

“Take it easy,” she said softly, watching you rest against the cushion on the back of the chair. Sliding her hands over her thighs, the dark denim she wore, she breathed in the fresh September air that seemed to clear up from this morning. “It’s going really well in there,” she nodded, “Better than I imagined, honestly.”

Clenching your jaw, you focused out on the lawn, the plush green of the grass, the leaves of the trees lining the street bustling in the light breeze that melted over your skin. The quiet of the street, the noise that echoed over from the heart of the city, the life in Delo that never ceased. Voices that carried from a few blocks down at ATZ where the boys hosted their own tours for their new brothers joining the fraternity. 

Yunho was down there. Probably standing tall in a nice shirt with his hair all tidy wearing that charismatic smile that would guarantee all the new recruits would stay, rambling on and on about all the good ATZ had brought him, all the success he’d acquired. 

He wouldn’t include your name. He didn’t have to. You didn’t want him to.

But you hope you’re in his head. A mere thought lingering behind it all, that if the two of you never joined these organizations you’d probably not be where you are now. Not speaking. But, then again, if you never went through recruitment, you aren’t sure if the two of you would’ve ever escalated past classmates freshman year.

Whatever people say about blessings and curses.

Tori broke the silence. “What are you thinking about?”

“Yunho,” you whispered without hesitancy.

She shifted in her seat, letting her head shake her brown layers about. “At this point, I don’t get it.”

Looking over at her, you asked, “What?”

She turned her head and softened her expression. “You want him,” she shrugged, “He wants you.” 

Averting your eyes to the porch, you kicked your feet about and murmured, “It’s more than that.”

Dipping her head backward, she groaned. “It’s always more than that with you two.”

Wooyoung’s words came back to bite. You smiled, and said, “Can’t have us without the drama, can we?”

“It doesn’t have to be this way,” she said. “You don’t need to keep having these tragic things happen, you can have peace.”

Pressing your lips together, you laughed to yourself and shot her a look. “The entire time we were hooking up, all summer, up until he told me he loved me,” you narrowed your eyes and she sighed, “He was hooking up with her.” Tori lowered her gaze, letting you speak. “I want him, I wanna be with him, but how can I trust him? I know I’m not innocent, I said it to my dad, there are some things I’ve done too, the reasons he’s not speaking to me and maybe more, but…”

“I get it,” she whispered.

Throat tightening, fists clenching, you whispered, “I love him. And as much as I think not talking to him hurts worse than what he did…”

“Then, talk to him,” she said, and you smirked.

Giving her a look, you both shared the same thought at once, but you spoke it alive. “I’m scared he won’t talk to me if I do.”

She sucked in a breath. “So, then you’re stuck living in this in between. This limbo.”

“Doesn’t hurt as much as the thought of him turning me down.”

Tori reacted physically, her chin turning, her eyes squeezing shut. “Damn.” Quiet fell for a moment, until she turned to you and asked, “You really think he would?”

“I don’t know,” you said, tone flat, face expressionless.

She leaned forward to catch your eyes. She wore worry in hers. “Are you okay?”

Her words processed in your brain, and you gulped. Fixing yourself, sitting up straight, rolling your shoulders back, lifting your brows, livening your lips, you nodded.

She made a noise somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. “Yeah, okay. He’s got you fucked up.” She didn’t know anything. Your phone burned a hole in the back pocket of your jeans.

“My mom called me, Tor.”

“I just think…” She’d begun to pop off, but reeled herself in. From her hands shooting out at her sides, to the way they took sanctuary on her chest as she lurched forward in her seat, her eyes bore into yours. “What?”

Her reaction had been much like Keeho’s. Disbelief, utter shock, disgust.

“Yeah,” you shrugged again, “And she’s been calling my dad since, like, July.”

Her parted lips widened. “Aurora, I don’t… What?”

It wasn’t easy to render her speechless, but this got her.

From behind her the front door opened. Kazuha stepped outside onto the porch with a curious Yuna behind her. Once your friend spotted where you sat, she broke out in one of her infamous flashy grins.

“Hi cuties,” she sang, then nodded toward Kaz, “Ror, Miss Nakamura’s been looking for you.” 

“Thanks, Yuna!” Tori beamed, leaping to her feet. The senior’s chocolate brown curls disappeared behind the door. Giving you a glance, Tori said, “I’ll let you guys talk,” she smiled toward Kaz, then gently touched your shoulder, “We’re finishing this later.” 

Sending her off with a nod, you watched as she waltzed effortlessly around the freshman with the sweetest greeting, and whisked herself away inside the house. 

Taking careful steps toward you, dressed in ripped baggy jeans and a cropped black tee hanging off her shoulder, Kazuha held up her hand to wave.

“Come, sit,” you said, nodding toward the chair Tori had been in. “How are you?”

With a breath and a smile she hurried to take the space beside you, and said, “I’m good, how are you? I’m sorry about this morning.” 

Laughing, you waved the matter off. “Don’t worry about it, I’m fine.” Setting your chin in your hand and your elbow on the arm of the chair, you took her in and put on your best presidential face. “Where were you headed?”

Kaz sat backward, stretching her legs in front of her. Her wispy black hair danced over her cheeks in the breeze. “The library,” she popped her brows, “I’ve been rushing to get my stuff together, like my books and stuff like that. I still don’t have them all.”

Knitting your brows together, you asked, “Did you get the rest of them today?”

Kaz cringed. “No?” Thinking to herself, her gaze traveled out to the lawn. “It was hard for me to find things, that library is huge.”

Sharing a knowing laugh, you cocked your head and sat backward like her. “It really is, it took me a while my first year too. One of my classes, I didn’t have a textbook for two weeks.”

Kaz grinned. “What’d you do, then?”

Warmth spread over your chest, filling in some of the cracks your conversation with Tori left behind. “I shared with a friend. We did our homework together at Blend, you been there yet?” She shook her head and you clicked your tongue. “We’ll get you there soon. He and I… We’d spend hours there. And then, one day I came to class and his textbook was waiting for me at my chair.”

Kaz asked, “What’d he do about his?”

Shaking your head, you said, “He bought one for himself.” She smiled and bobbed her head. “I got to keep the one with our scribbles in it. I swear half the time we weren’t even doing homework.”

Sliding her feet under where she sat, she lowered her chin. “Sounds like more than a friend, Aurora.”

Squinting at her, you whispered, “You have no idea.”

She giggled. “Did you guys date or something? Who is this friend?”

With a hard swallow, you half rolled your eyes. “Yunho, he’s in ATZ.”

She sat forward and narrowed her eyes. “The history major?”

A pit formed in your stomach, forcing you to whisper, “Yeah. Why?”

“I didn’t take him as your type,” she said. “That’s all.”

“How do you know him?”

Kaz smiled, and you studied it. Maintaining your composure, you analyzed hers. She smiled, and spoke, and moved in a way that attempted to impress you.

She said, “I made a friend in ATZ, we have a class together, I’ve been getting to know him. Jongseob? You know him?” You grit your teeth together and she noticed, letting out a laugh. “Of course you know him, that was stupid of me, you’re the president, I just mean… He’s… Yeah! He’s how I got more info on joining here and stuff, he said it’s a really great experience.”

Keeping your rage under wraps, you made yourself smile. “I’ll have to thank him for sending you our way.”

You hoped to never speak two words to the spawn of Satan ever again. His adversary, however, he you still longed for, but whenever you got too close, Jongseob snatched him away. You’ve had a few short text conversations with Soul, but they never amounted to much. Twenty year old apologies that didn’t surface in person, only lived within the thread between you and him on your phone. No matter how much you proclaimed your worry for him, he found a way around it.

Even Wooyoung has tried. Texting him, calling him, trying to catch up to him around campus these past few weeks… Nothing.

Not even Seonghwa could get a grip on the sophomore.

Kazuha blushed, and your curiosity piqued.

“Don’t tell me you’ve got a crush on him, Kaz,” you tried to joke.

She laughed and shook her head, glancing down to her lap. “No, no, not Jongseob. I actually, uh, I met them this summer. My sister and I went on vacation with a group of friends from back home, and we met them in a bar. Major coincidence they went to school here and I’d be heading here just after we got home-”

“Them?” you questioned, raising a brow. 

She blushed again, the girl incapable of hiding emotion. “Jongseob and his friends.” 

“His friends,” you said without realizing how snarky it came out. You were leaning forward over your legs now, your elbows living on your knees.

“You know them, I think, right?” Kaz asked.

“I know them.”

“Intak, Jiung,” her voice softened, you aren’t even sure if she noticed, “Soul.”

“You like him,” you breathed, leaning closer to her.

A smile broke onto her cheeks, a cheesy one, and her shoulders lifted to her ears. “I don’t know, we… We had fun this summer, and I guess I… I guess I do.” She lifted her gaze to meet yours. You wiped away any emotion you wore and tried to smile. 

She wasn’t horrible, Kaz. An eighteen year old, age appropriate, style sharing freshman. Their personalities were similar enough, both of them chill, but for some reason none of it sat right within you. Behind his need to rebel, his need to follow his friends along in what he thinks is right or cool, Soul was pure. He’d be innocent if he never got caught up with Jongseob, Intak, or Jiung. If the right people had gotten ahold of him sooner, his life would be much different.

If Kaz was the girl for him, you’d need to get to know her better, and not just through conversation. This was one you had to watch.

“Does he like you back?” you asked, and she pouted her lips in thought.

“I’m not sure,” she said, then pushed her hair from her face, “It’s still early, I think I plan to get closer to him, and then I’ll find out.” Her eyes drew sideways, looking at you through her peripheral. “Is it true?”

Nerves shot through you. “Is what true?”

Kaz turned her chin to flash you a smirk. Taking in your body language, you caught her right as she finished and changed how you were sitting, but you weren’t quick enough. “It is.”

Crossing your legs, you shook your head. “Kaz, what?”

“You guys used to fuck,” her sudden language made me stifle a laugh, “You don’t have to pretend you didn’t, they all still talk about it.”

Rolling your head backwards, you groaned. “Of course they do,” another laugh came out of you, “Kaz, it’s not what you think, that was a… weird time. For a lot of us.”

She rested her lips in a gentle smile, her head hanging to the side. “So, what they say, it’s true?”

Through another groan mixed with a sigh, you said, “I don’t know what they say, and I don’t think I want to, but probably. I’ve hooked up with Soul, and me and… I guess, boyfriend, you could call him at the time, we… did it together.”

Kaz blew a laugh through her lips. “I’m not a kid, Aurora, you can say threesome.”

A chill shot down your spine. Her smile vanished.

“We don’t have to talk about it,” she said quickly within a whisper. 

“It’s fine,” you nodded, “Those days’ll be rewritten eventually.” Relaxing back, letting your legs uncross, you grabbed the arms of the chair and sighed. Kaz watched you, waited for you to speak. “Nakamura Kazuha,” you said and she straightened out. Turning your head, you smiled at her. “Majoring in graphic design, minoring in business, you want to join ITZ to…”

Catching on to how you trailed off, she cleared her throat and finished your sentence. “Change.” Her answer filled you with intrigue. Tilting her head around, she continued, “Myself, my life, my past, my future… My family’s reputation.” You both looked at each other with some sort of know. “Not to trauma dump…”

Holding out a hand with a sly smile, acknowledging all that's been shared between you thus far, you whispered, “Please.”

Kaz gave you a soft laugh. She shoved her hands between her thighs and popped her shoulders. “I”m the first one to go to college,” she said, a hint of pride glistening out of her, “My mom didn’t go, my dad didn’t go. My sister wants to go, but she doesn’t think she’ll get the grades. I got here on my own. I worked really hard through school, I kept my grades up, I had two jobs- One on the weekend and the other after school four days a week… I did this myself. For myself.”

Giving you a look, you smiled at her, encouraged her to keep going.

“My parents were never married,” her voice lowered immensely, “They lived together, they coexisted, but they never got married. I was two when my mom got pregnant with my little sister, and if you can take a guess,” she shot you a wink, “We have different dads.”

You pressed your lips together. “Doesn’t make her any less your sister.”

Kaz’s smile perked up. “It doesn’t, she’s my best friend. I keep trying to get her to stay on track with school, with her job, but she’s too much our mother, yanno?”

With a roll of your eyes, you breathed out a laugh. Resting your chin back in your hand, you blinked toward her. “I’m too much my father.”

“Me too,” she said, her spirits lifting at the sound of your words. “I don’t wanna blame it on the fact that her dad is awol, but our mom and my dad is all she knows, and even then my dad has some sort of animosity towards her. He swears he doesn’t, they fight about it all the time, but it’s obvious he does. That happens when your wife’s a cheater, I guess, right?” 

Nodding along as she spoke, understanding her story all too well, you affirmed her words and gave her insight of your own. “I never knew my mom,” you said, and she settled back in her chair. “She,” pausing, you huffed, surprising yourself with how this story was about to come out to a partial stranger, “She dropped me off at my dads when I was two months old. We haven't seen her since. It’s been me and Junie since the start, downtown Tamoe is home.” You took a deep breath, glancing down at the porch. “Was home.”

“We live down in Contramano,” Kaz muttered, and you nearly broke your neck to look at her. She met your eyes and laughed. “Yeah, I know.”

“What in the hell is that like?” You didn’t mean to highlight the awfulness of the town, but you couldn’t help it.

That place took too much from you.

“Kinda nice if you… close your eyes,” she said, and you shared a laugh. “Not many people get out of ‘Mano, yanno? I think that’s why I’m so hard on myself and my sister. I don’t want us to be stuck there.”

Lips melting into a smile, you held out a hand for her to take, which she did tentatively. Giving her palm a squeeze, you whispered, “My dad did.” She shared in your smile, glancing between you and how you held her hand. “It’s possible. You can do it, you did do it, you’re here. I’m sure your sister can do it too.” A shaky breath ripped through her, the topic clearly a hard one for her. “You’re gonna be at this dinner on Saturday, Kaz. You’re a guaranteed in.”

tuesday ~ september 16th ~ 11:10 am

[choi asshole #1]: What do you mean it shows up as a new number?????

[you]: i don’t know, if i knew i’d be able to keep her blocked. she called again and it’s a new number

[choi asshole #1]: Fuckin hell. She left a message???

[you]: yessir.

[choi asshole #1]: Send it to me. Let me hear it. Did you listen to it?

[you]: * 1 Attachment *

[you]: i don’t wanna listen to this. any of it. any of her. you can.

You didn’t listen to it, but you did read it.

‘Hi, Aurora, it’s Seori, again. I know what you both are probably thinking, I know what you both are probably saying, and I do not blame either one of you. I couldn’t get much out in the message I left you yesterday, I was hoping you would pick up this time, but then it wouldn’t go through, and I guess you, uh, you blocked me, which I’m not surprised by. Your father hasn’t blocked me yet, I figured he’d be the first one to do it! You don’t know me, I thought we’d be able to get to know one another, after all this time, I want to know you. And I know, god, I know how it all sounds, how it all seems, but Aurora, you’re my girl, you changed my life, you taught me so much, I just want to see you, want to talk to you, even if only for a minute. You can call me back at this number. I’ll answer. If I don’t, it’s my partner Johnny. Just say it’s you, he’ll give me the phone. Aurora, I know it’s been too long. Trust me. I know.’

Clutching your phone in your hand, letting your father assess the damage, you stepped up to the front door of Blend and pulled it open. Theo slaved away behind the counter with an effortless precision, charming his guests, his regulars who didn’t even need to speak their orders into existence. It’s only the third week of school and he’s gotten the schedule of his people memorized. A master of his craft. 

The line extended toward the back of the shop, students like you looking for their next caffeine fix before trudging away to another class or a dorm room for hours of studies. Adjusting your bag on your shoulder you smiled at a few faces that glanced your way. Eyes lingered, and mouths whispered to their friends beside them. 

You wore your title on your forehead.

Your many titles.

It depended on who it was that determined what they read. What they saw.

This started last semester, the spring of junior year after Yeji’s cancelled era. In true social media fashion, the views were split. Some hated you, some applauded you. Yeji and her family tried to run stories to ruin Nasara, to ruin the sorority, to ruin you and your friends, but with great success your friends and their families, with their own ties, they’d been able to protect you all. Seonghwa’s uncle stepped up, the city listened. The students, your peers, remained split.

[choi asshole #1]: I didn’t block her so she wouldn’t go to you!!! You understand that right??? Shes crazy!

[you]: don’t start with the women are crazy agenda

Bubbles appeared, then disappeared, then they appeared again.

[choi asshole #1]: Aurora you know what i mean i don’t mean that 

You breathed out a laugh.

[you]: chill junie, i know. i’m not answering her and i’m blocking this number too. whether it’s her ‘partners’ or not. who even says that still.

[choi asshole #1]: Johnny. Some partner.

[you]: you know him???

[choi asshole #1]: I met him briefly. He’s alright.

Scrunching your brows, your smile deepend.

[you]: feeling jealous???

[choi asshole #1]: Fuck no. Don’t ever say that again.

[you]: take your meds <3

[choi asshole #1]: Done >3

[choi asshole #1]: Fuck

[choi asshole #1]: <3

Theo, behind the counter with his newest barista partner, one you knew you’d approach without a greeting, but would receive one, they worked quickly. You didn’t stand in the back of Blend for too long, your fathers texts keeping you occupied in the time it took for them to whip out a dozen coffees, lattes, and teas. The tables filled with some of the students in front of you, their books littering the tops, their bags living on chairs or the booths beside them. Glancing about, finding some sort of comfort in it, you stepped up to the counter and met Theo’s sideways smile with a wink.

“‘Sup sugar.” 

Your sarcastic flirt made him laugh. Behind him, wiping down counters and blenders, Soul peeked over his shoulder. Giving him a smile, he stopped what he was doing. Theo followed your eyes with a heavy exhale. He and his step brother exchanged a glance.

“She wasn’t talking to me,” he said to Theo who nodded toward you. Soul took in a gulp of air and waved his hand. “Hey, Aurora.” Without a word back to him, he snatched his rag off the counter and hurried through the double swinging doors to the kitchen in the back of the shop.

Theo turned back to you, a snicker on his lips. “That’ll never get old.”

“He’s got a little girlfriend yanno,” you said, wiggling your brows.

“One that isn’t you?”

You gave his laugh a glare. “Let it go.”

He slapped his hands on the counter between you and shook his head, his smile still bright. “Eventually,” he rolled his eyes, “Changing it up on me today, or what?”

Squinting to look behind him at the handwritten menu in light blue chalk marker, you smushed your lips together and hummed. “Probably.”

Theo waited patiently. “Kee and I are going to that farm in Sicuro this weekend, they’ve got apple trees and stuff, we wanna go pick some,” he leaned over the counter and picked at his nails, “Do you wanna come with?” Looking up at you from the marble, his big eyes almost got you.

“I have the dinner this Saturday,” you said, and he twisted his lips in disappointment. “Recruitment shit, you know how it goes.”

“I do,” he sighed, then stood up straight. “Fine, we’ll go by ourselves.”

A smirk danced at the corners of your lips. “How’d you convince Keeho to go to a farm, Tae?”

He poked the tip of his tongue out and narrowed his eyes. “You really wanna know?”

“Not anymore,” you giggled, leaning forward, then you whispered, “Tell me later.”

He grinned, flashing you dazzling teeth. “What do you want, Choi? You have class in an hour, I can do whatever you want.”

The last of your management classes, you couldn’t believe it. This entire year would be full of them, the last tier, the highest level of class you worked three long years to get to.

“Coffee,” you said. “Black.”

He looked at you like you insulted his grandmother.

Laughing, you shot him a, “What!”

“No, you know what,” he said, fluttering his eyes shut, his long lashes splaying over his cheekbones. Holding up a hand, he said, “You’re going through something, I won’t say nothing. Coffee, black, coming right up.”

“I got another call today,” you said, leaning against the counter, watching him hurry away to make your fix. Eyes going wild, he groaned aloud. “I know, it’s ridiculous. I don’t know what she thinks is going to come of any of this.”

Pouring the, you noticed, espresso into an adorable cup with Blend written across the side, Theo said, “This is all Keeho can talk about by the way.” Your laugh tore through the angst sitting on your chest. “I know. He’s putting it all on me ‘cause he doesn’t wanna drive you crazy.” Slapping a lid on the cup, he hurried in front of you and handed it over.

“Sorry,” you whispered.

He shrugged. “I’d rather get the crazy. You don’t need it right now.”

Pressing the spout to your lips, letting the steam waft over your cheeks, you pouted. “Thanks.”

“Of course,” he nodded once, “Just know that he’s got your back. Even if he won’t speak on it much. The move and everything, it… It’s all been hard on him. He loves you.”

A lump lodged in your throat. “Damn, Tae, gonna make me cry on a Tuesday morning.”

Batting his lashes with utmost sarcasm, he whispered, “You’re welcome.”

Taking a sip of your coffee, you watched his eyes and how they looked at you with a purpose, then darted to the booth behind you to your left. He looked at you once more, smiled, then moved on to another guest who had walked in just moments ago. Stepping aside from the counter, you turned around slowly, your gaze flickering everywhere like it had when you walked in.

You sipped from the steaming cup once more and let your eyes move over to the booth Theo pointed out. The coffee almost shot out between your lips.

Head hanging over a book with both of his hands knitted in his dusty brown hair, Yunho focused on the pages. His glasses nearly slid off his nose with how downturned his head hung. Moving to flip the page, he pushed them up with his knuckles and sighed. He leaned backward against the booth and swiped both of his hands over his face, rubbing at his eyelids vigorously. 

Tired again.

With how far into the book he’d read you can only assume he’s been losing sleep to finish it, and already knew that not a soul in ATZ would hold him accountable for his sleep habits. Yunho established very early on that he moved how he wanted, did what he wanted, and no matter what anyone said, or told him, he’d do what Yunho wanted to do. Even if it meant exhausting himself for the sake of good literature. 

Licking his lips, he sat with his eyes closed for a few seconds.

When he popped them open your heart sank to your knees.

He looked at you.

And he definitely wasn’t expecting you to be already looking at him.

Flustered, he snapped his head to look down at his book, but then after half a second his eyes flickered back up, but not for long.

He knew you walked in, he’d scoped you out the second you walked in the door.

And here he sat, afraid to look at you.

Sending a soft thank you to Theo over your shoulder, you started for the door. Yunho’s head hung back over his book, but his eyes kept track of your every move. You could feel it. You took careful steps, slow steps, sipping your coffee as you strolled by his table, making sure your eyes were glued to him, just in case he happened to make eye contact again.

You wanted to sit down. Slide across from him, grab his book, flip through a few pages, nudge his knees with your own. 

With how he caged himself within his arms, that wasn’t a table you belonged at anymore.

wednesday ~ september 17th ~ 4:55 pm

“I don’t think he fucking loved me at all!”

Groans sounded from the floor and the sofa.

“Don’t do that to yourself…” Wooyoung.

“Aura, stop!” Keeho.

“He looked like he did yesterday.” Theo.

Pacing in front of them, a beer can half crushed in your hand, in the dim light of Wooyoung's apartment, you’d been monologuing for fifteen minutes, dishing out to them the events of the last three days. Your mothers calls, Tori’s updates of the dinner, how the girls in the house have been asking you questions you didn’t know the answer to, and now, Yunho.

Wooyoung’s last class ended at three thirty. When he stepped off the elevator and rounded the corner of his floor, the three of you were waiting by his door with devious smiling faces that he greeted with a snicker. Within the hour food had been ordered and devoured, music had been turned on, beers had been slammed, and voicemails had been listened to.

Keeho, on the couch, with his third beer in his hands, shook his head around like mad. “First of all, this is insane to hear considering, like, four days ago y’all were together.” 

Jumping on your two feet, you pointed at him and laughed. “We haven’t been together since July.”

Your best friend almost leapt off the ouch, but Theo held him back by the collar of his shirt.

“And you said nothing!” he shouted, falling back into his boyfriend's lap. 

Gulping the beer you held, you waved a hand. “I didn’t talk to anyone this summer.”

Wooyoung, from the floor, mid bite into his pizza, raised a finger. “I can vouch for her, she didn’t.”

Keeho rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” He shared a look with Theo, settling into his arms. “I can’t believe we’re back on this Yunho bullshit.” 

“Me either,” you scoffed, slapping your hand against your thigh. Knocking back the rest of the beer in your hand, you sat the can on the table Wooyoung sat on the floor in front of and went back to pacing across his hardwood floor. “He sees me, pretends not to, doesn’t say anything, which I know!” Whipping yourself around to their open mouths with an argument ready, you swatted the air toward each of them. “Don’t start.”

Keeho giggled, nudging against Theo. “I know what you could dooo!”

Hardening your glare, you shot it toward him. “I said, don’t start.”

“Look, Ror,” Theo sighed, sitting himself up as best as he could with a tipsy Keeho latched to his side, “I saw him yesterday, I spoke to him yesterday. Not only is he also going through something, but the entire time we spoke,” he paused for an emphasis you did not need, “He couldn’t not look at you.”

“And didn’t you say that Tori said he was a mess at the party,” Wooyoung said mid chew, leaning against the couch. Standing before them, all their gazes locked upon you, you felt as though you stood before a council. “Crying about you and shit? That doesn’t sound like he doesn’t love you, Ro.” Keeho bobbed his head, his glassy eyes focusing down on the top of Wooyoung's head. “It sounds like he does.”

“All this time passed,” Theo said. “And he’s still down bad crying at the gym over you.”

Keeho eyed him. “You are so gay.”

Theo nearly broke his neck with how fast he looked at his boyfriend. “Say that to me again next time I’m pushing you headfirst-”

“Okay!” Your shout brought them back, both Wooyoung and Theo laughing at how Keeho’s face went pink.

Wooyoung gestured toward Theo. “Did you try that little trick I told you about?”

Theo nodded, smiled, and went to speak, but Keeho cut him off before he could start.

Lunging forward, eyes shooting open wide, he gaped at Wooyoung. “That came from you!?”

Pride wasn’t a strong enough word to describe what Wooyoung wore on his face. Holding up his hands in defense, he bit his bottom lip and feigned innocence. The way Keeho looked at you turned your stomach.

“Not surprised you didn’t talk to anyone all summer,” he said, and the boys fell into fits of laughter.

Standing equally on your feet, you folded your arms over the hoodie you wore and looked at him in a way only he’d be able to decipher. He sat up and set his beer down. Sliding away from Theo on the couch, he opened up his arms and you tiptoed toward him, falling into his hold, his lap. 

Wooyoung smiled. Theo relaxed the other way and sipped his beer. 

Keeho slid his hand over your arm, taking the other around your waist to hold you close to him. He took a deep breath, and in how you rose and fell with his chest he somehow telepathically let you know that you were going to be okay. That it all sucked, he knew that, but in time things tend to work out. They have in the past, and they will again.

“What in the twin brain is going on over there?” Theo asked after a few minutes of revelling in the quiet thump of the music. 

Wooyoung looked up from his phone that he scrolled through and tapped his knee. “You’ll never know,” he said quietly, “Don’t even try to understand it. They speak a different language.”

“They aren’t even speaking!”

Wooyoung winked. “Exactly.”

“I am team Aurora talk to Yunho,” Theo said between sighs when no one seemed to move. 

Keeho nodded in agreement. “I am too.”

They both looked at Wooyoung who looked at you, then Keeho, then Theo. He held up both his hands again.

“I am team Aurora do what you’re comfortable with.”

Keeho pursed his lips. “Of course you are.”

Wooyoung flattened his brows and tipped his gorgeous nose down toward him. “Yanno, you and Tori are the same person.”

“That’s a compliment,” Keeho smized.

Wooyoung smiled. “Yes, it is.” He glanced down at you. “It makes sense.”

From beside your empty plate your phone buzzed. Not once, not twice, it kept going. Moving off of Keeho’s lap, his arms hesitant to let go of you, Wooyoung reached over for your phone first, glaring at the screen.

“Who is it?” 

Sitting down next to him, his face softened as he handed it over.

“Tori.”

“Hah!” Keeho cracked, crawling over the leather to curl back up in his boyfriend's lap. Theo’s fingers threaded through his hair as his face buried in his neck.

Answering the phone you clicked it on speaker.

“You’re in the room with Wooyoung, Kee, and Tae. Hi honey bunny,” you teased, gentle giggles leaving them all except Tori.

“I knew it,” she groaned. “Okay, well-“

“What’s wrong?” you asked, furrowing your brows, turning on the floor to face your friends. You laid your phone on Theo’s shin.

“It’s fine, I can ask Chaewon, she’s here.” Her exasperated tone brought back that dreaded cloud over your head. Wooyoung pressed his lips together and glanced away.

“Tori, what is it, I can-“

“Don’t worry about it. Enjoy the boys.��

She hung up.

Mouth wide open with more words to say, she silenced you with three beeps. 

Staring at the screen of call logs, you didn’t know what to do. 

“Come on,” Wooyoung said, voice hushed. Wiping his hands on a napkin he got on his feet and moved to slip into his shoes by his front door.

“Where are we going?” Standing, you followed him and did the same, put yourself in your shoes.

He almost rolled his eyes. “Taking you back to the house,” he said above a whisper, then turned to the boys on the couch, “Stay here, I’ll be back.”

Keeho sat up, blowing you a kiss.

“Bye, Ror!” Theo called out as Wooyoung had you half pushed out the door.

You haven’t been one to wish for silence as of late, but for the fifteen minute car ride you prayed for him to shut up. Unable to process a word, you sat utterly still with your hands shoved between your thighs. 

“You can always come over, but not when you have stuff to do,” Wooyoung went on and on, “Your responsibility is huge, I get that, and it’s a lot, but that’s why you have Tori and Yuna, even Seonghwa and Hongjoong…”

They would be waiting there with papers. This happened the first week. You had dinner at Wooyoung’s, Tori called you home to sign off on recruitment stuff.

Her, Chaewon, Yunjin, Yuna… They would all be in that room, standing around the desk, or sitting around it, talking, discussing, flipping through books, filing through sheets and packets of paper, and you were going to show up late.

It wasn’t an official meeting. You weren’t missing anything.

But, that’s not what mattered.

“Stop running away from it,” Wooyoung said as turned down the street where both houses resided. 

“I’m not running from it,” you spat, and he shook his head.

“Yes, you are, and for no good reason,” he mumbled. “Over a boy who- oh god,” he grumbled, and you wanted to be sick.

Passing by ATZ a few boys hung out around the porch that wrapped around the house entirely. Some shirtless, they were all sweaty, back from a run. Yunho included. He stood at the bottom of the stairs with a smile on his face, laughing at Jongho who ran his mouth, both of them wiping their foreheads with the tees they held in their hands. 

Fixating on the car, Jongho lifted a hand to point at it and wave. You could make out Wooyoung on his lips, the car incapable of incognito. Yunho shook his sweaty hair and looked out onto the street, meeting your eyes for the few seconds it took for you to drive by.

He didn’t smile.

Peering into the side view mirror once you got too far, you watched as he fisted up his t-shirt, threw it to the concrete, drug his hands through his wet hair, and vanished into the house.

“Yeah, this pissed him off,” Wooyoung muttered, watching through the rear view mirror. He gave you a look and popped his brows. “Still think he doesn’t love you?”

thursday ~ september 18th ~ 1:03 am

[soulie]: was nice to see you when we’re not drunk

[you]: hello???? are you really talking to me right now????

[soulie]: i am. did u delete my number its soul

[you]: i know, i didn’t delete it. just shocked you’re texting me

[soulie]: …

[soulie]: …

[soulie]: …

[soulie]: i don’t know how to ask this

[you]: you can tell me anything soul

[soulie]: …

[soulie]: can i see u, can we talk

[soulie]: i get it if u dont want to but i need to

[you]: yes, please, i’d love to. 

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We'll Meet Again

written for ‘shopping’ | wc: 1000 # | steddie | rated: g | cw: no warnings apply | tags: pre-season four, pre-relationship, fluff, flirting, part two of "Need a Ride?"

Part One

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Eddie didn’t mind the mall around Christmas.

Yeah, the tinny music through the building’s speakers might grate his nerves after a few hours, but Eddie made it a point not to be there that long in the first place. And with everyone so busy from Black Friday to New Year’s, he could slip through the crowds with little to no dirty looks in his direction.

Which meant shopping for Wayne’s Christmas present in peace.

He’d noticed it around Halloween, coming home after Wayne to find him passed out on the couch. His coat hung on one of the kitchen chairs, and Eddie had stared at it while eating a midnight cereal. The old man had the thing since before Eddie started staying with him, and the wear was starting to show.

The inner lining had started to come away, and the corduory fabric on the outside was a few patches from unsalvagable. Not to mention the ratty state of the fur collar.

It had taken until now, two weeks into December, to save up enough for a coat—after his half of the rent and gas money. At least for the good ones at Bloomingdale’s.

He’d planned to be in and out in under an hour. It took the longest just to get into the store, and then to the men’s section at the back. Eddie found the style he wanted immediately, and went to searching the rack for the right size.

“Branching out?”

He may have been overly confident about flying under the radar.

Eddie’s eyes shot to the other side of the rack to find himself across from Steve Harrington. Again.

It had only been a week since the night Eddie still wasn’t sure he hadn’t hallucinated—where Steve had given Eddie a ride home without asking anything in return. Eddie had lived in terror for two days at school thinking Steve would pop up behind him and demand repayment.

“How’s the van?” Steve asked.

Because Eddie hadn’t said anything. And for some reason Steve was waiting there until he did.

“Waiting to go to the shop,” Eddie finally managed, swallowing hard. “Sharing the truck with my uncle.”

Steve nodded, standing with his hands in the pockets of his denim jacket. Eddie peered around the rack and noticed that Steve didn’t have any shopping bags. Or any clothes laid over his arms, ready to buy.

Eddie raised a brow. “Something catch your eye over here?”

“Uh.” Steve blinked, like he’d been caught. He frantically scanned the clothing rack, plucking out a jacket that looked nearly identical to the one he was wearing. “This one.”

“Very you, Harrington.”

Steve held it up to his chest. “You think?”

It was ridiculous that that made Eddie chuckle. He spent twenty minutes with the guy, and he was already laughing at his charming, jock personality. Because Steve had been pleasant during that ride, even when Eddie tested the limits by changing the radio to a metal station.

Then Steve held the jacket out to him.

“Try it on.”

Eddie stared at him, wide-eyed. Then at the jacket, and back. “I can barely afford the buttons on that thing. I shouldn’t even touch it.”

Steve gave him a flat look, and shook the jacket. Eddie set his hands on his hips, and they remained that way until Eddie was sure Steve’s arm was going to fall off before he gave in.

He rolled his eyes, and went to strip off his own leather jacket, leaving Steve to join him. Eddie expected to be handed the garment, but when Eddie was just in his long-sleeve, Steve was holding the jacket for Eddie to slide his arms into.

Holding his breath, Eddie turned his back to Steve and eased into it.

It didn’t have the give of Eddie’s well-worn jackets, but it was warm. He examined the fit against his body, and definitely not what he thought were Steve’s eyes trailing over his torso.

“Alright, it’s nice,” Eddie admitted, glancing at Steve from under his lashes. “One tip for you, though,”

Steve set his hands on his hips, raising his chin. “Oh yeah?”

Eddie put on his stage smile, wide and bold.

“Black. Always.”

“Can I, uh, get you a pretzel or something from the food court?”

Eddie thought he was surprised that they’d walked out of the store together. And then Steve asked him that.

He stared at Steve, the question echoing around in his skull like a ping-pong ball. And Steve…looked almost nervous, pink tongue darting out along his bottom lip. Between the good will of that snowfall drive and the easy way Steve had stayed at his side this whole time, Eddie didn’t have an answer as quick as he usually would.

He almost wanted to say yes.

But it was less his decision to actually make.

“I really have to get the truck back. My uncle’s shift is starting soon, and I don’t want to make him late…” Eddie turned his shoulder toward the exit.

 Steve nodded, lowering his head. “Right.”

“I’m sorry.”

Why was he apologizing? He’d never promised anything. He and Steve barely knew each other.

But maybe it was the somber way he’d made Steve say that same thing he had in his car in that knowing way—when now it was quite the opposite.

Steve recovered quickly, getting his hair out of his face with a quick movement. He put on that subtle smirk of his in the face of the rejection.

“It was nice to see you again,” he said.

“Yeah,” Eddie agreed, hearing the vapid state of his reply too late. “I mean, you too.”

Not better, Edward.

But Steve visibly held back a larger smile, rocking on his heels. Apparently, if Eddie wanted Steve not to think he was an utter waste case, he had to interact like a normal human.

“See you around?” Steve asked, pivoting like Eddie had never denied him.

And the mental whiplash had to be the only explanation for his answer.

“Sure.”

Part Three

[urcoolgf]

CRY BECAUSE IT’S OVER.ᐟ

pairing. ex bf¡rafe && reader

content. fluff. angst(?). language. suggestive thoughts/content.

summary. you’re too proud to break no contact, but rafe isn’t—not when it comes to you… loosely based on ‘don’t smile’ by sabrina carpenter. also not proofread && there’s a happy ending

you shouldn’t miss him. he was obsessive, and unhinged, and aggressive, and controlling, and insane—but he was yours… emphasis on was.

these had been the longest four weeks of your life. you broke up with rafe a month ago because you couldn’t take it anymore—couldn’t take the fighting and the controlling demeanor.

so, when you saw him with someone new, your heart felt 10 times heavier. you didn’t know why… you had broken up with him. he had every right to move on, but that didn’t mean you wanted him to.

you had written more in your journal in the past month than you had in your whole life. you tried to say it was a ‘coping mechanism’, but at this point you were staring to think it was making moving on even harder.

don’t say that you’ll always love me because you know i’ll bleed myself dry for you… over & over again

i want you to kiss miss me

don’t smile because it happened baby CRY BECAUSE IT’S OVER

i hate myself for still wanting you

HOW are you over us?!!??!!?!

do you say “i love you” to her with the same childish look in your eyes?

I WANNA SCREAM!!!!!

i hope you think about me every time you hold her.

your pages were filled with ink—crossed out thoughts, angry doodles, aggressive words…

seeing rafe with another girl—out and about—enjoying life was like a jab to the heart. you were bleeding out. how could he be fine? the two of you had dated for almost two years. did that mean nothing to him?

you were losing your mind, and you were embarrassed. he clearly didn’t care, or miss you. you felt pathetic for missing him. you had spent the past four weeks in bed, only getting out for food and to shower. the one time you go out for groceries, there he is with a new girl hanging off him. he was your every thought, but you refused to reach out. you broke up with him. if he’s happy with another girl then fuck him good for him!

—

rafe was a damn mess. when he saw you yesterday he swore he could feel his heart shattering. he was nothing without you, and not even a new girl could make him forget the weight of your absence. it was the most intense feeling he had ever experienced, and he was exhausted just from dealing with it.

you hadn’t reached out. not once. rafe was losing his damn mind over you—over the way you smiled, the sound of your laugh, the way you tasted on his lips, the feeling of your skin against his.

he was pathetic. he was pathetic, and he didn’t even fucking care.

he missed you. he needed you. you were the only person he cared about, and he was literally aching without you.

he wondered if you thought about him how he thought about you. rafe knew you were right for breaking up with him—honestly, he was surprised you didn’t do it sooner. you were too good for him, and it was scary. it was weird; he was most himself around you, and yet that was the downfall of it all… he trusted you more than anyone in the world, and the fact he made it so you couldn’t trust him broke him.

he couldn’t read you when he saw your face. he couldn’t tell if it crushed you the same way it crushed him. he didn’t love this girl—didn’t even like her. she wasn’t you, and that was becoming increasingly obvious. he tried to fill the void with her, but it was never going to work.

rafe was over it—he was done acting like this wasn’t killing him, done giving you space, and done with the silence. as he sat in his bed, being eaten alive by his thoughts, he grabbed his phone. his thumb hovered over your contact—you hadn’t blocked him on anything, which rafe saw as a good sign. he clicked the message button before his brain could talk him out of it.

—

rafe: I’m tired of acting like I don’t miss you y/n

rafe: You can hate me all you want. I want you to. You have every right to. But I’m done pretending I’m okay with this because I’m not

rafe: I don’t care how pathetic this sounds. I need you. I need you around and I’ll sound pathetic for the rest of my life if it means I might have another chance with you

rafe: Please just give me a chance to be a better man. I’ll be better for you I promise

the texts flooded in—one after the other—and you read them instantly. you couldn’t help but smile at your phone, and it made you feel like a total idiot. you didn’t respond though, you wanted to see how far rafe would go to make this right—even though you knew this was going to end with you taking him back like nothing happened. it wasn’t your fault, he was the only one you wanted.

rafe: Y/n I don’t know who I am without you. I know you saw me with that girl yesterday… she’s no one. She’s not you.

rafe: I have to think about you every time I’m even around her because she doesn’t make me feel the way you do. No one does and no one ever could

rafe: Let me be the man you deserve. I swear I won’t fuck it up

it’s like he was inside your mind—saying all the right things, saying things you had written. you shouldn’t have been surprised though, you were convinced he had always known you better than you knew yourself.

no matter what it was always going to be him.

you finally typed a response. your fingers only trembling slightly before pressing send. you stared at your phone like he wouldn’t respond if you weren’t looking.

y/n: come over we can talk

rafe: Thank you

rafe: I’ll be there in 5

you giggled like a teenager in love, kicking your feet as you laid in bed, belly down, smiling at your phone as if it was rafe in the flesh. you quickly moved off your bed to put on something… a little less? you knew you didn’t have to impress rafe, or make him want you—clearly he already did—but it didn’t hurt to show a little skin in the process. you stripped yourself of the huge hoodie you were wearing, keeping the tiny sleep shorts, and instead changing into a small, tight tank top that barely left anything to the imagination. you weren’t going to hook up, but making him swoon just a little more—yearn for it—wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

you fixed your hair a bit, taking it out of the messy bun to let it fall around your shoulders and down your back. your grabbed your favorite lip gloss from your nightstand, applying just a bit before flopping back into your bed, waiting for the knock on your apartment door.

—

rafe had never moved so fast in his life. as soon as he saw those five words he was on his way. he didn’t have the reputation of being desperate for anyone or anything, but you? he would get on his knees and beg if that’s what you wanted. hell– he’d do it just to make you smile, just to hear the sound of your laugh again.

he sped over to your place, he knew the route like it was second nature, and not being able to see you for a month didn’t change that. he lived further than five minutes, truthfully, but he couldn’t risk you changing your mind if he took too long.

he made his way into your apartment building, quietly urging the elevator to open faster, close faster, move faster. he was desperate okay? he didn’t think you would want anything to do with him after the break up—especially after seeing him with another girl yesterday.

once they returned back to rafe’s house after having saw you, he broke up with her. not in a mean way, of course, just told her he couldn’t give her what she needed. even when it didn’t involve you—it did—and deep down even the things you didn’t see were attempts of rafe trying to be better. he didn’t want to hurt her, she hadn’t done anything to him… she just wasn’t you, and—because of that—they were doomed from the start (which was only about a week ago anyway).

he was out the elevator doors before they were even open enough for him to fit through, walking fast to your door. when he got to it, he stood—staring��just for a moment. what if that text was actually you being mad? that you called him over here to yell at him, or tell him how fucked up he was for trying to reach out? or maybe you said he could come over just so you could put salt in the wound, and tell him how he could never have you back? rafe’s mind was racing, but he forced them down—forced down the idea that you might not want him back the way he does.

he knocked against the wooden door gently—his signature knock that he would always do when he came over. he placed his hands in his pockets while he waited for your answer, shifting back and forth on his feet. he didn’t know why he was so damn nervous, it was just you. you were perfect, and understanding, and you texted him back. surely that meant something.

—

your heart jumped when you heard the familiar knock at your door. you couldn’t help the childish grin that spread across your face as you hopped off your bed, trotting toward the door. once you stood in front of it, you took a deep breath, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth before reaching to open it.

the sight on the other side had you letting out a relieved breath you didn’t even know you were holding in.

“uh– hi. hey,” he looked nervous, his hands stabilized in his pockets, and he could barely look you in the eyes. it was cute. you weren’t used to seeing him like this—vulnerable, delicate, truly sorry.

“hey, rafe,” you breathed out, a small smile on your face, like you had been waiting for this moment for the past four weeks (you had).

“come in,” you moved out of the way to allow him to walk in. he entered like he shouldn’t have been there—like it was sacred ground he wasn’t supposed to be on.

you moved back into your bedroom, and rafe followed you without instruction. you giggled quietly to yourself when you heard his footsteps treading behind yours.

you sat—legs crossed—in the middle of your bed, looking up at rafe expectantly, like you were waiting for him to explain himself. you were waiting for the desperation from his texts to seep through him, and show you how sorry he really was. you were a mess without him, but you weren’t going to let him off without an explanation, an apology, something.

rafe’s eyes raked over your body—your too-tiny tank top shaped around your tits perfectly, and your tiny shorts were loose enough to make him lose his mind. but, that’s not what he was here for—even though his thoughts immediately went to how good you felt wrapped around him, how much he missed that feeling. your big doe eyes looked up at him. it was evident you weren’t going to speak first, which was fine. he knew what he came here for, and he was ready to prove himself—prove that if you gave him another chance… he wouldn’t waste it.

“listen, y/n… i know i messed up. i know i was controlling, and aggravating, and i wasn’t the easiest person to be around,” he knelt down in front of the bed, his height made it so you were basically eye to eye. you scooted a little closer toward the end—toward the boy literally on his knees for you.

you still didn’t speak, you just let him talk—let him look a little pathetic.

“i took you for granted because you’d been around for so long—put up with my shit for so long… i didn’t realize how much i was hurting you, and i’m so fuckin’ sorry,” his arms went up to rest on your sheets, finger fiddling with the gold ring on his finger.

a subtle smile tugged at your lips, but rafe saw it. a spark of hope flickered through his slightly glossed eyes.

“ev’rythin’ i said over text was real, y/n. ‘m nothin’ without you. i need you around. can’t be around anyone else without thinkin’ about you. these past four weeks have been a livin’ hell. i know i always took advantage of how understanding and forgiving you are, but i’m askin’ you to let me have it just one more time. promise i’ll make it worth it. promise i’ll give you the life you deserve—be the man you deserve. i can’t do this without you, y/n. ‘m jus’ sorry i didn’t realize that before hurting you,” his voice was so raw, so genuine. you hadn’t heard him like this… probably ever.

your head tilted at his words, smile widening. your eyes began to water. it might not have been enough for anyone else, but it was enough for you. this was a completely different person than you broke up with a month ago, and it might have not been obvious to anyone else, but it was obvious to you.

your voice was barely above a whisper when you finally responded, “m’kay,” your grin was childish and hopeful. rafe felt like a 2,000 pound weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

“i’m sorry, y/n.”

“i forgive you,” you replied—soft, understanding—just like he remembered. rafe couldn’t do anything but lower his head to your bed, extending his hands to touch your bare legs.

“i love you s’much,” his voice was muffled by the sheets beneath him. you placed your hands over his that rested on your calf. his head lifted slowly, looking you right in your eyes before quickly moving toward you, tackling you into the sheets. he hugged you so tight, like if he let go you’d disappear, or change your mind. your laugh filled his ears, and he was back in his heaven. he nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck like a little boy latching onto his mom.

“have no idea how much i missed you, baby—no idea how much i cried over you,” he spoke into your neck. your heart melted, and you relaxed into his touch.

“me too, rafe,” you ran your nails gently through his hair, leaving soft traces on his scalp. you both laid like that for awhile—rafe curled into you, murmuring sweet nothings from time to time.

rafe wasn’t perfect, but you weren’t either. in a way, that’s what made you so perfect for each other.

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Thanksgiving Surprise

Jason Todd x Reader (A Short Fic)

Contains: Brief mention of teen pregnancy, reader is implied to have given birth, but could be ignored for surrogacy.

Summary: Jason's been keeping you and the kids secret from the bat's for years. He finally sucks it up and introduces the two families together.

a/n: The reader isn't the main focus. This was just a cute idea that i needed to get written down before I could continue with my other project. It's short but just fluff filled.

Jason was keeping a secret from his family. The familial bonds between them had been repaired to the best that they could be, but he’d been keeping this secret for so long that he didn't know how to tell them. It was like thinking you’d text someone later, and then so much time passed that you couldn’t text them back anymore. It took time, and lots of conversations with you for him to have a plan. Thanksgiving was coming up soon, and he’d simply bring you and the two kids with him. 

He’d met you years ago, back when he was just starting out as Red Hood. He never thought that chance interaction would end up like this. You already had a little girl when he’d met you. The father wasn’t in the picture, and it didn’t take much to put together the fact that it was a teen pregnancy. After all, a nineteen year old with a three year old? She’d spilt some hot chocolate on his legs, one thing led to another and he was suddenly moving in with you and your daughter. And parenting. 

Nine months ago his son was born. The boy was practically a clone of Jason before he’d ended up in the lazarus pit. And now he was standing in front of Wayne manor, the girl who’d spilt hot chocolate on him all those years ago was now seven, with her hand wrapped around Jason’s left, your hand on his right and nine month old son cradled in your other arm. 

He’d asked alfred to set three extra places at the table, although he hadn’t told him why, and he fully thought that the man was going to have a heart attack staring at the four of you standing there. 

“Master Jason, when you asked me to set three extra places at the table this is not what I was expecting. Does anybody else in the family know?”

“Nobody else knows.” He went about introductions between the kids and alfred and then between you and alfred. After being introduced Tessa was letting go of Jasons hand and attaching herself to Alfred, already starting to talk his ear off. 

Everything went to hell when they made it to the dining room, Alfred had gathered a couple pillows so that Tessa had an easier time sitting, and the room was deadly silent. Nobody was saying anything, despite how chatty some of them typically were. Then the room erupted into a cacophony of noise. Questions, statements, asking if anybody had any money placed on Jason being the first one to have kids, or ever having kids. 

Bruce was the one to quiet the room down, simply standing up and walking over, kneeling in front of Tessa, and introducing himself, offering his hand. It was a weird situation. Bruce had taken Jason in when he was young, but even though they were doing better, he still didn’t call the man dad. So was he grandpa? That’d probably be up to Tessa on what she wanted to call him. 

After getting the room to calm down and saying hello to Tessa, introducing her to everyone at the table, Bruce turned to you, glancing at the child in your arm. “May I?”

You were hesitant but ultimately agreed to let him hold Finn, Alfred procured a high chair, and the rest of dinner went about as smooth as it could have. Jason, Tessa, and yourself were flooded with questions, and somehow at the end of the night Damian had decided he liked Tessa enough to drag her down to the batcave and show it to her. 

You were talking to Dick and Barbara, and he was stuck with Bruce while the others were doting on Finn. 

“When?”

“Shortly after I started doing things as Red Hood.”

There was silence for a moment, the two simply watching the visible interactions. Alfred was with Damian and Tessa, so that would be fine. And the silence between the two continued for an uncomfortable amount of time. Despite the lighthearted nature of the rest of the room, the air between Jason and Bruce was tense. 

“Thank you for bringing them. And Jason, you’re doing a good job.”

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birthday wish - jennie kim

genre; smut, slight angst, fluff, smut with some plot

pairing; jennie x g!p reader

content; breeding kink, oral (reader giving), spanking, rough sex, degrading, humiliation, creampie (?), brattiness, probably missed something

synopsis; it's her birthday and she only has one wish

wc; 17k+

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a/n: this was written in two days, sorry if it is not up to standard with my usual writing. i forgot about the bday since i don't usually write for anything special for them

Loud music, drinks (many free ones), dancing, and partying in a way she hadn’t been able to do in a couple of months. She was finally able to party like a teen which had been hard. Jennie had turned 28 and was reaching her peak yet at some point everything had turned sour and bitter in her life. It wasn’t unusual, things would always go up and down and she was old enough to accept it.

What was a lot harder to accept was the break-up she had with her ex-girlfriend about four months ago. The concept of not being good for each other, that loving wasn’t enough if they brought out these bad sides of jealousy, possessiveness, and the fights it would cause. It was a tough fall to break up with someone who she had started seeing when she was in her early 20s–22 to be exact and broken up with later on. That was someone she had spent half of her tweenies with.

That person who she had been at a peak with, who always made her feel like a teen in love. Who flew her through the sky, into a new universe and now had her crash back down to earth after a high that lasted for five years. Five years had been bumpy, but it didn’t matter if they had been trying all the time. There was only so long they could go off of feeling like teens when they were adults. At some point the fun had to be limited, or did it have to be? Did she have to grow up? 

It was her Birthday.

Jennie and her friends had pre-gamed before they went bar hopping.

The idea?

They couldn’t wait for Jennie to get laid now that she was over her ex-girlfriend who they liked to call an asshole. Jennie would argue about that because she wasn’t an asshole. She just loved too hard and so did Jennie. An asshole wouldn’t be able to give Jennie the best years of her life despite having many more to come, nor would an asshole be able to give her mind-blowing sex.

The sex.

Jennie had found herself horny for the past month.

Jennie had found herself pathetically wasting money on sex toys that sufficed for the moment, but not long term.

All that, but she hadn’t been able to go out and meet someone to hook up with.

She was scared she would get disappointed and feel like only one person could satisfy her truly.

The woman wasn’t supposed to be running back to her ex after crying for two months straight, and then managing to slowly start functioning normally on the third and now was the fourth and she was out partying–looking to get laid and fully forget her ex by finding someone who could fuck her good enough.

Fuck it out of her mind, leave her memories a blur.

It was the third place they had been to.

“Anyone hot yet? We’re not leaving until you leave first because you’re going to drop your panties for a stranger.” Lisa was right by her ear as she spoke, shot still in her hand as the dozen girlfriends that Jennie was with had just been served another round.

“You have to lose your post-breakup virginity, babe.” Jisoo came from the other side and spoke into her ear, making Jennie giggle at the slurred words of the drunk woman.

“I’m literally on it, I’ve been standing and looking pretty the whole night,” Jennie argued as she wasn’t the one to walk up to someone.

“To sex!” Lisa’s words earned squeals and shouts from the other girls, Jennie drowned herself in yet another shot. Her world was slowly starting to spin, knowing that in three more shots, she would be perfectly drunk. That type that left her euphoric and not blackout drunk.

“I will be back.” Jennie found herself making it to the bathrooms, there was no line fortunately for her as she walked in. The music was still making her body vibrate despite being muffled in the bathroom that was filled with the chatter of girls in the cubicles and by the sink.

She was trying her best, but it was difficult to just throw herself back out there. There were plenty of fish in the sea, but the deep waters would always be scary and she had just managed to dip herself in it.

She reached into her purse after finishing her quick business as her phone had started to buzz. Her eyes squinted to read the texts that were a tinge blurry, all she could tell was that they were from her friends who had spammed the group chat and made it hard to understand what the topic was or why they were texting incoherent words to begin with.

“Jesus!” Jennie exclaimed at the bang that came on her door, making her shut her phone off right away. Her heart jumped at how scared she got and she planted her hand against the door for safety even if there were other people in the bathroom.

“Knock knock.” Her heart jumped much higher now.

“Y/n?” She questioned the voice that was all too familiar and made her whole body feel like jelly from the second she heard it.

“Hey, sexy.”

“No, definitely not, Y/n–get the fuck away from me.” It was like a disease if Y/n touched her. She would get infected right away.

Fun fact: Jennie lied to her friends when she said that she was over Y/n.

“Happy Birthday, Jen–”

“Please, we’re over, I do not want to see you and you know it, Y/n.” Jennie was desperate for the girl to leave. Her night had been perfect and now that Y/n had appeared from nowhere, she knew what mistakes she would make and how the night would get better because she missed Y/n. The easiest fish to catch for Y/n was Jennie, she reeled her in with ease.

It never was a messy breakup as they agreed on it, but it still took a toll because despite knowing that they at times were no good for each other, they still loved strongly. They loved each other stronger than anyone else, even their families didn't get that kind of love and Jennie loved her mother dearly. Which also made it an easy decision that was hard to go through with.

“Do I? I know that I want to see you, Jennie. I am quite sure you want to see me too.” Jennie heaved a sigh, staring at the stall door while fighting all these urges. She wanted to convince herself that she would stand in this cubicle until her death just to avoid Y/n. That if she walked out of it she would walk right past her and not look back because they were supposed to be looking at their future.

This was the woman Jennie had planned a future with.

She would let Y/n spit that addicting poison right back into her mouth, there were still remnants of it left as she hadn’t moved on.

She unlocked the cubicle.

God, Jennie was weak, as in literally and metaphorically.

Y/n blocked the way as she stepped inside the cubicle and closed it before locking it too. She leaned back against the door and her eyes took in Jennie to the fullest.

The brunette widened her eyes and looked up at the girl who was younger by a few months as she had that usual enigmatic smile that always made Jennie curious about what she was thinking. That always drew Jennie in and made her cling to her and ask about it all, the answers were always the best. Her face was still as perfect as when they met, those eyes that would always gaze with adoration, perfectly plump lips, upturned nose, her slim figure, and all that Jennie always was attracted to when it came to her looks. Although, it had always been far more than just her looks that Jennie was attracted to.

“Sexy was no joke–” Y/n stopped talking, realising that she hadn’t seen her in four months after seeing each other every day for the past five years and living together for the past three and a half. The cubicle was getting Jennie’s scent trapped, the one that made it possible to sleep at night and Y/n had to spray her sheets with it unless she wanted more sleepless nights. The woman was dressed simply yet she made it look complicated with her beauty, a backless top, and black cargos, her figure shown off. Black had always been her colour and Y/n had always loved her in black, from clothes to lingerie.

Neither of them was over the other.

“Y/n.” Jennie said and her hands came up to plant themselves against Y/n's stomach when she stepped closer. Y/n smiled, her hand brushing over Jennie’s bare arm and it was enough to send shocks of familiarity and longing through the kitten's whole body. It was like it was shaking her from how electric it was, it was as if her body was charged right back up and coming back to life.

She sighed and suddenly took the few steps back that were needed for her back to touch the stall and make her somewhat squirm at how cold it was against her shoulder blades. It was overwhelming to have Y/n so close to her, their eyes stuck right together, those emotions of longing, and sadness, yet so much happiness at the back of it all of seeing one another again.

“It was so different waking up today with an empty bed and no Jennie to spoil from morning to night—it was more than an empty bed.” Y/n’s tone fell, one that was loud enough just for Jennie to hear. The slender fingers reached up to the face that held home on it, fingers running along Jennie’s jaw. It was still the same woman, the one Y/n fell in love with.

This was so bad for the Jennie who had lied about moving on.

This was so good for the Jennie who never wanted to move on.

Jennie grabbed hold of Y/n’s hand and removed it from her face, although she didn’t let go of it. It felt too good to hold her again. “How did you know I would be here? You weren’t looking for me, were you?” A sly and cheeky smile graced Y/n’s lips at the question. Out of the whole nightlife of Seoul she still somehow managed to run into her. It was the popular area in Gangnam, one they used to head to all the time, but still.

“No, not much better to do on weekends than to go out with friends now that I don’t have you. I knew it was your birthday, so all I did was hope that you would show up at this club at some point.” She had hoped she would at least catch a glimpse of her. It was shot in the dark as Seoul was big and it had been hours since they went out, but all she did was hope that Jennie would head out for her birthday–hopefully without anyone new.

“I’ve missed you–a lot.” Y/n was the first to admit it, her fingers intertwined with Jennie’s as she had never let go of her hand. She raised it before pinning it beside her head, taking that small step that left them dangerously close to each other. Jennie gripped Y/n’s black sweatshirt, unsure if she wanted to push her away or drag her closer.

“I’ve missed you too.” There wasn’t a single nerve in her body that could make her hold back on those words. Jennie looked down at Y/n’s lips as she had licked them. God knew how much she had missed her. It couldn't have been healthy. It made Jennie act out in way she hadn't done before. It made her feel crazy. 

“Are you here with someone?” Y/n knew the question could have many answers, she was praying for one that didn’t involve someone who had replaced her. Could anyone replace her?

“With–” The answer came before Jennie could utter it herself.

“Jennie?” It was Jisoo.

Followed by Lisa. “Are you here?”

“You think she just left?” Chaeyoung questioned.

“Check the stalls?”

The two looked at each other. It would be bad news for Jennie if she was seen with Y/n in the same cubicle right now. There was no way she would be able to explain herself and even if she would be able to–was it bad that she didn’t want to leave just yet? Maybe the best gift she could have received on her birthday was to fill that hole that had been left after an important part of her life had left. Even for one night.

Their silent communication worked wonders still after being away for four months. Y/n stepped back, grabbing hold of the top of the stall as she got on top of the toilet seat while helping Jennie up by pulling her by her hand. The two somehow managed to squeeze on that seat, holding onto one another to not fall.

Even if it was just for a night, it would still make it another memorable birthday.

Jennie didn’t have to tell her friends about it.

“I swear to God if she left with her.” The two looked at each other at what Chaeyoung said.

“Are you sure it was Y/n?”

“Yes, I could recognise that little shithead from miles away.”

“What did you tell them–” Jennie covered Y/n’s mouth so they wouldn’t be heard by accident. It was baffling to the girl to hear Chaeyoung talk about her like that. Had they both agreed to a breakup if Jennie had talked bad about Y/n to relieve her gloom and anger?

“She’s over her.”

“Who knows anymore? It’s like she’s someone completely different without her and it’s not even in a good way.” Y/n’s eyes softened at the words that left Jisoo and Jennie hid her face in her arm as she was still covering Y/n’s mouth.

“Maybe she found a hookup and forgot to text–just send another message because she’s not here.”

The two waited for a good minute before they climbed down the toilet seat and Jennie opened her phone to see the text in the group chat. This time she scrolled up to see that they were all saying how Y/n was at the bar and they were waiting for Jennie so they could leave for a new one. She decided to text them about finding a hookup.

“What did you tell them to hate me so much?” Y/n questioned again and Jennie put her phone away.

“I was pissed okay–cut me some slack if you were the one to walk out the door,” Jennie grumbled and opened the stall as she walked out of it at last. Y/n followed right after her, picking up in her pace as the shorter girl took quick steps until she got to the countertop with the sinks.

“Hey, hey, I thought it was a mutual agreement to break up.” Now Y/n was confused because despite it feeling almost impossible to leave they agreed on it. She thought they both left with the same intentions and the same mindset. They loved each other, but at times it felt like they did love too much and it held them back.

“Yeah, it felt like I had no other choice but to agree when you suggested that we break up.” Jennie had tried to force that mindset on herself, to be on the same page because she knew what the problem was of being together and still living in the past. They needed to grow up. It was stupid, she did want to grow up, but she didn’t want to grow apart. It caused her temporary depression, anger, and frustrations which she took out by bad-mouthing Y/n to her friends. It hurt her to see the woman she had spent five years with just walk out the door as if Jennie hadn’t been a major part of her life.

“Are you angry at me because you didn’t tell me how you felt?”

“Yes, I am because what would it change if I said no? I thought you knew me well enough to understand that I didn’t want any of this, Y/n.” The latter was in disbelief at the words as she stood behind Jennie who was furiously washing her hands. It went quiet between the two of them, the only thing filling the silence was the muffled music and chatter of people around them. No one around them mattered though, they never did when they were together. It was like they were in a different world with each other.

Jennie stopped and held onto the counter, a frown on her face as she looked at Y/n through the mirror. She felt like a fool for being the only one, for thinking that Y/n would be able to read her mind. She knew that it was her fault too because it had been a suggestion and she agreed when she felt like there was no other choice. There was a reason why she had suggested it and Jennie knew that it was valid. She just didn’t want to go through with it and stupidly expected for Y/n to read her mind like some idiot. 

“Come on.” Y/n didn’t answer the question. She couldn’t answer it because she didn’t want to hurt Jennie by making her realise the time they wasted away from each other. Y/n would have stayed. She only suggested what she thought would benefit them both, it did in one way as it let them realise what they truly needed. 

They needed each other.

She grabbed her hand and Jennie was led through the club. She just let her steal her away. It was how they met and she would always let Y/n drag her anywhere like the first time they met at a party where Y/n dragged her away from it only to give her the most memorable night of her life by showing her how to let go.

“Jacket, why do you not have a jacket?” Y/n questioned as they stepped out of the bar and were met by the cold night of January with snow lying around.

“I left it in the car we came in.” Y/n shook her head while exhaling through her nose and removing the oversized leather jacket she had on.

“You’re being stupid–What’re you even planning to do?” Jennie questioned, Y/n was now left in the black loose sweatshirt as she moved behind Jennie. The girl looked back while putting her arms through the sleeves. She was confused, but she couldn’t just walk away. She had no idea what Y/n was planning on doing. They weren’t together, they were supposed to live their own lives, and she had no clue why she had stayed. What was the plan if they were broken up?

“It would feel wrong to run into you and not give you a gift on your birthday,” Y/n argued, coming back around and bending her knees slightly to grab the ends of the jacket to zip it up. Jennie was drowning in the warmth that Y/n had left after her together with the scent that she wanted to bury her face in. It felt like she would maybe regret it afterwards because she was quite sure they would go back to their new lives right after parting ways again. It would feel like the break-up all over again.

“I do not expect anything from you if we aren’t toge–” Y/n didn’t seem to listen to Jennie when she grabbed her hand and made her walk beside her. She didn’t hold her hand like they always used to do, but her palm rested against Jennie’s lower back to make sure that she wasn’t getting lost anywhere.

It was crowded with people, they were flooding from everywhere and Y/n kept walking without a stop. She was stuck with her gaze on Y/n who looked down at her with a small smile. It was enough to make Jennie’s world blind and her heart bounce in a familiar beat. Had she just broken Jennie’s walls down once again, but even quicker than she did the first time? It was frustrating. She let Y/n in so easily when she should lock her out, put up millions of walls, higher than the sky, with no way in or out. 

“Y/n?”

There was so much she could tell her right now and she couldn’t tell how Y/n would respond to any of it.

“I know it’s a lot to ask for after everything, but could you do one thing for me, Jennie? To just forget everything for two hours, three tops.” Y/n interrupted all the questions Jennie would like to ask. She felt horrible to know the truth that they both agreed to something they thought the other wanted. Y/n never wanted to break up with her, but neither did she want to be an obstacle in Jennie’s life. The stupid little fights they had still hurt them both, the last thing Y/n ever wanted was to hurt Jennie, but she still somehow did. 

She knew that she should have known, and maybe she did at the back of her head since she had known Jennie for over five years. Things sometimes just didn’t go as planned.

It wasn’t hard to forget when she was with her again. Y/n made everything bad go away.

“Fine, Y/n,” she still trusted her with her life. She'd jump right back into those deep waters where her only safety was Y/n. 

“Okay, sit down right here and do not run away,” Y/n said after they had entered a convenience store. She pulled the stool out and guided Jennie to sit on it who was still busy figuring out what the girl was doing and why they had to pass so many other stores and stop at this one. With no other choice, Jennie sat and only glanced back at Y/n who disappeared between the shelves. There was slight anticipation growing in her the whole time, she stayed fiddling with her fingers as she rested her hands atop the table.

She stopped for a moment, grabbed the collar of the jacket that was oversized and pulled it up to her nose. The scent had washed off of her clothes at home, the clothes Y/n had left behind had been worn to where the scent no longer lingered on them and she had to wash them. It made Jennie curious how Y/n went through it.

Had she also been pathetically looking through endless photos in her gallery?

Drowned herself in Jennie’s scent?

Had Y/n finished the season finale of the series they had been watching together, but broke up right when the finale came out. Jennie had been waiting even if they weren’t together and would never get to know the end.

Had she been dwelling in all their plans for the future that now only was a past?

Had she been hurting just as much?

Jennie heaved a sigh and let go of the collar, reaching her hands up to her eyes as she knew that she wasn’t over Y/n. She was holding on, she was even out with Y/n even if it would feel like the break up all over again once Y/n would leave. Her fingers gently patted away the wetness that had warmed in her eyes. How did she let go of something that was securing her from falling off the ride?

It was time to stop dwelling when Y/n sat down right beside her on the vacant stool.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” The girl sucked air through her teeth and quickly put the noodle bowl down that was steaming. Jennie looked at what more she somehow managed to carry when she leaned over and dropped the things on the table.

“Since I am no chef, this is the best I could do and the ramen is how you like it.” She started while taking the ice cup and opening it. Jennie slid it over to herself and peeled off the lid fully. It was just ramen with Y/n making it fancier and better by adding more toppings; Jennie was desperate as she could never get it right since Y/n always made it for her the way Jennie loved it. It was just instant ramen, but it was her comfort food which hadn’t been the comfort she had been looking for. It would somehow suffice for now.

“Thanks.” She was a bit more than thankful, but she wasn’t sure how else she should thank her.

“Don’t thank me, it’s your birthday.” Jennie chuckled at that as she grabbed the chopsticks and looked at Y/n who poured the mango-flavoured iced tea into the cup with ice.

“Very thoughtful to drag me to a convenience store.” Y/n shook her head and picked up the cup, taking two big gulps before placing it back down.

“Yeah, God forbid I drag you to a fancy restaurant–don’t worry though…” Y/n trailed off and Jennie moved back slightly when she reached over to her. She smiled at Jennie, her face just a few inches away from Jennie’s as she reached over to the other side. Y/n’s hand reached into the right pocket of her jacket that Jennie had on while sitting on her left.

Jennie wasn’t sure what she wanted when Y/n was so close to her. One thing she was certain of was that she missed all of Y/n’s loving and caring touches, the ones that always touched her soul. Jennie missed being held in her arms, falling asleep with them around her. She missed the safety, the security that came from being in them, and the feeling of not having to be afraid to be herself because she trusted Y/n so much.

She grabbed what she was looking for with a sly grin as she pulled away. “If you celebrate, you have to celebrate right, don’t you?” Y/n let out in a more hushed tone that was still honeyed and Jennie could listen to her talking all day. That was something she had done because Y/n always had something to talk about.

The kitten parted her lips at the flask Y/n had taken out of her pocket, taking the cup down and placing it between her thighs. “Since when do you carry a flask around?” Jennie questioned, the last time she had seen Y/n with one was when they were still in college. It kind of worried her that maybe the girl had started drinking. Y/n let out a breathless chuckle, unscrewing the steel flask before filling the iced tea back up to the brim, but this time with tequila.

“Only today.” She reassured Jennie and lolled her head to the side to look at Jennie. That smile did not leave as she put the lock on, the flask back in the left pocket instead and she put the straw through the lock before mixing it up. 

Jennie rolled her eyes as she, at last, started to eat the instant ramen that tasted better than most things she had ever eaten simply because it was made by Y/n. It also was something that killed all her cravings that were caused by the alcohol and food had simply never tasted better. Y/n always knew just what Jennie needed by looking at her. Yet she had somehow missed how Jennie never truly wanted to part ways.

“Just don’t inhale everything, I want a bite before you do.” Y/n laughed when Jennie elbowed her, making Y/n squirm away. “God, you’re rude.”

“Stop being a little piece of shit, Y/n.” Jennie seriously said and looked at Y/n who was already looking at her through her lashes with the straw in her mouth. “Not cute.”

“I tried.” Y/n said in defeat and handed the large plastic cup to Jennie who slid the ramen over to her with the chopsticks. “Oh, my bite is gonna come with extra flavours since there are Jennie germs in it.” Jennie hurt her throat when she swallowed the lump of iced tea with tequila before she could spit it out because she felt that huff before she giggled.

“Stop acting imbecilic.”

“Imbecilic, big words for a 28-year-old. I can say that I’m proud of you.” Jennie rolled her eyes and watched Y/n slurp up a bite of noodles with a hum after. “So good–”

“Don’t.” Jennie stopped her before she could say something stupid again and pulled the ramen back to herself. It was all coming right back, just being with Y/n for a few minutes, starting a conversation, and she was reminded all again why she loved her so much. How she made her feel so good about herself, how she cut Jennie slack by being herself which let Jennie drop all her guards down right away and be herself too. How she was back to feeling ten years younger and like she could just be herself for the night or whenever she got back home to Y/n–used to.

“Here, the monster is coming for your mouth, Jennie.”

“You did not just say that out loud Y/n.” Jennie giggled, the younger girl holding the gimbap and guiding it towards her mouth as it was still in one piece. Y/n gasped and looked at Jennie in disbelief. “Ew, why are you being dirty-minded, Jen.” She slapped Y/n’s shoulder, her cheeks hurting from how much she had been smiling and giggling. It didn’t matter if Y/n had asked her to forget everything for a few hours, Y/n automatically made her forget everything.

“You are, I didn’t say that I had something dirty in mind.” She defended herself. The two did not care about the rest of the people who went in and out of the store, or the people passing by the window. The radio played the most recent K-pop songs to fill the store, but all they could focus on were each other's words, giggles, and stares which were numbing all the pain.

Y/n grinned and shot her eyebrows up in a manner that suggested that the next words to leave her mouth would be far from appropriate as she still held the gimbap up ready to feed the feline. “Well, you can surely open wide enough for it to fit–” Y/n squeaked at the pain when Jennie this time hit her thigh, hitting a nerve because the pain made her hunch over.

“Not fitting at all.” Y/n chuckled at the words that came from Jennie and she looked up at her as she was still hunched over. “Is the joke not fitting or the gimbap?” Jennie groaned at that and Y/n sat up straight.

“Okay, here comes the train–Better?” Y/n asked.

Jennie hummed and opened her mouth as Y/n went back to trying to feed her a bite after they both devoured the noodles together. She grabbed hold of Y/n’s writs to make sure she aimed right and at last managed to bite off a piece. The latter reached over to Jennie’s face whose cheeks were fluffed out from having her mouth full.

Her finger brushed the corner of Jennie’s lips who only turned her head more to Y/n as she was used to it. The girl always fed her, always wiped her mouth, always knew what to order, what was needed in which mood. She scooped up the grain of rice and licked it off her thumb before poking Jennie’s cheek who whined.

“You’re still as cute when you eat, God I could squish the literal life out of you until there’s a bloody explosion.”

“That raises many warnings, Y/n,” Jennie mumbled as she swallowed the food at last and watched Y/n take a bite herself while Jennie took a sip of the iced tea that they had drunk a third off. It had made Jennie more than just a bit tipsy now, the drunk slowly incoming, but she didn’t mind as she could tell that Y/n was in the same state.

“It should because if I were to use enough pressure to squeeze you, you’d die.”

Jennie widened her eyes and slowly turned her head to the side to glance at Y/n.

“Why are you saying these things?” She questioned and Y/n fed her another bite.

“I don’t know, they are just these impulsive things that leave my mouth so be careful if they become actual gestures.” Jennie shoved Y/n who was laughing yet again.

The girl always did the most random gestures of affection towards Jennie. Say these words that were somewhere between cute and concerning, but Jennie loved it all. The way she would do more than just buy her flowers, all these small things Jennie had always taken notice of. She’d go as far as to perfectly place Jennie’s slippers beside the bed so she could slip them on right away when she woke up. Now Jennie’s slippers were mostly discarded messily because she always kicked them off when getting into bed with no Y/n to fix them.

“Hold on, or we will get there next week.” Y/n stopped and let go of Jennie’s hand that was clasped with hers, the older one swaying them back and forth as she was walking in a mix of steps, skips, and whatever else she was doing with her feet, dancing her way to the next destination which was slowing them down. Y/n needed to be there on time. 

“You got me drunk.” Jennie sang out, shuffling in place with her feet.

“We’re in the same boat, Miss Kim.” The said girl giggled as she had been slowing them down by doing everything but walking. Y/n pulled Jennie to her by the jacket and she crashed into her.

“Where are you taking me?” Jennie questioned and Y/n turned around.

“Get on my back first.” She ushered and bent her knees.

“Want me to mount you like a stallion?” Y/n snorted at that.

“Who is dirty-minded now?”

“It’s a disease carried by you,” Jennie replied and grabbed hold of Y/n’s shoulders with her hands. She huffed and Y/n stumbled a step before managing to stabilise herself with her arms wrapping around Jennie’s thighs. 

“Now I’m carrying a parasite–ouch.” Y/n winced when she got gently bonked at the top of her head before she looked to her side. Jennie peeked in with a smile on her lips, her arms loosely wrapped around Y/n’s shoulders whose eyes were creasing from her smile. 

“Well? Walk, horsie.” Jennie ordered and gently nudged Y/n with her heel as if she were an actual horse.

She did start walking, making it out of the Gangnam district much quicker despite her legs needing some stabilising to not fall as her coordination was slightly off and she was carrying Jennie. The girl on her back rested her cheek against the side of her head, snuggling closer to Y/n to keep her warm as she still had her jacket on. She had already planned how to end up with the jacket at home because she knew that Y/n would walk her to the entrance of her apartment building at the end of the night. She never let Jennie walk alone at night, she’d always pick her up with the car if Jennie didn’t drive, or she’d walk with her. It didn't matter if Jennie was with friends or if Y/n was busy, she would always get there. 

“Y/n…” Jennie mumbled, looking ahead as they continued to walk, Y/n adjusted the girl on her back as they were close to the destination. She hummed, glancing down at Jennie’s fingers to see the girl tugging on them and she could tell that whatever it was it was something that made Jennie worried or uneasy. “Did you–did you try seeing anyone during these four months?” She asked, dreading the answer because she had no clue how Y/n had spent these past four months. If she had spent two whole months crying, a month trying to leave the house without bags under her eyes or if she skipped all of it.

Y/n chuckled, giving her thigh a squeeze that made Jennie whine at the ticklish sensation. “God no, I’ve been staying with my mum at this big age and working from home. I didn’t leave the house and just stayed with mum even if she continuously scolded me.” She admitted. She hadn’t even thought about another woman aside from Jennie. Y/n couldn’t tell how many hours she spent in bed crying while listening to the 'Disintegration album by The Cure'.

Jennie felt relief wash over her to know that she hadn’t been the only one. It made her feel less of a fool and made her feel better. It was confirmation that they both took it hard because they both loved each other.

“What was she scolding you for?” She curiously asked.

“Not obvious for your little pea brain?” Y/n questioned.

“Never mind then,” Jennie grumbled, rolling her eyes and Y/n stopped walking.

“Get off me now–” Y/n wiggled Jennie off of her, the girl sliding back down onto her feet, her hands letting go of Y/n’s shoulders when she was fully off. It felt cold and if they were both honest neither of them wanted to pull away. “She scolded me for leaving you and said that I would never get the family ring to propose to the next girl I would meet because you were the only right one and worthy of having it.” It made Jennie’s heart drop as Y/n grabbed her hand in hers, intertwining their fingers. It hurt, it hurt them both badly to know that the planned future was in the past.

They had both agreed to wait for marriage and a family until they were at a perfect place in their lives. There was no such thing as a perfect place in their lives when it had been perfect ever since they met. The only thing they had to wait for was to finish studying and have stable enough jobs to start a family. Nothing could have been more perfect and they had waited long enough for a perfect moment to never come now.

Jennie sighed and looked down at her feet as she walked in sync with Y/n. The realisation of actually being 28 now hit her, and if she would ever move on, she’d be too old to start that family of two kids. Unless she would rush into it all. The anxiety started to eat at her as she had never processed what being 28 meant. What did it matter if she was working her dream job if she was earning money that let her live comfortably, if she was in a stable place in her life? When she wasn’t even close to stable in her love life that was dead.

“We’re here.” Jennie looked up from the void under her that was ready to swallow her as it had started to drag her down and had invited her to suffer with endless anticipatory fear. Over the five years she had spent her birthdays with Y/n, she had managed to forget how depressing they were. How anxious they had always made her. Another year had just passed by and there were things Jennie had yet to do. She had forgotten how much she hated birthdays.

Y/n took out her phone and looked at the time it was 11:09 P.M. and Jennie gasped when Y/n tugged on her. “Quick before it’s too late.” Jennie found herself running towards the Banpodaegyo bridge whose neon lights were glowing. People were walking along the bridge, but Jennie and Y/n were running like their lives depended on it.

“I’m gonna fall,” Jennie whined as her legs were barely keeping up with Y/n’s longer ones, to add she was still under the influence and her running felt bumpy and very unsteady. They made it onto the bridge, Jennie tried to slow down, but Y/n did not let her and continued to run. “Y/n!” The girl let out in panic, making Y/n look over her shoulder at Jennie who was doing her best to keep up. The two were too occupied to care about anyone who would glance their way. Her shorter legs were messily trying to run and she was sure she'd run into something if Y/n wasn't guiding her as she felt herself leaning to one side more. 

It soon turned into giggles and Y/n finally stopped, letting Jennie crash into her when she turned around and yanked her into her. Her arms wrapped around the panting girl as they made it to the middle of the bridge. “I could have died.” She tiredly complained, heaving for breath as she was not the best athlete after drinking. Y/n chuckled and grabbed hold of Jennie’s waist, gently pulling her away and looking down at her as she looked up.

“You’re being dramatic–” Y/n said and turned Jennie to face the Han River, the kitten leaned against the railing and looked over the dark river where the moon was being illuminated. She let out a sigh, taking in the scenery while fog left her mouth from the small pants of air. 

The younger one busied herself with digging through the pocket of her loose jeans. She got nothing and put her hand into the left one and finally stumbled upon what she was looking for. “Okay, here–you have to throw the coin into the water and make a wish, it’s about to be 11:11 and it’s your birthday so whatever you wish for has to come true.” Jennie turned her head and looked at Y/n with some confusion before letting her eyes fall onto the coin in Y/n’s palm.

“Y/n, I’m not five–” She was cut off by Y/n who took Jennie’s hand and put the cold coin in her hold.

“You are never too old for wishes, I have never heard of that law.” The younger seriously said and Jennie sighed as she turned back to the river. She looked down at the coin in her palm before she clutched it in her hand while Y/n leaned beside her and waited patiently. “Make sure to close your eyes, it’s 11 now.” She reminded her and watched how Jennie closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Despite trying to protest at first she seemed to be in deep thought as her brows creased slightly and she was focusing hard.

Jennie threw the coin and opened her eyes as she stood on her toes to follow it with her eyes, but lost sight after a second as it got swallowed by the darkness. “When will it come true?” She asked and looked to her side at Y/n who was also looking over the railing too.

“You have to wait and it will come, could be in the next hour, day, week, or years, but at some point, it will come true.” Y/n reassured her before she pulled away from the railing. This time she took out her earphones, putting one in her ear.

Jennie frowned as she now was invested in the whole ordeal and wanted to see if it really would come true. Would she have to wait years?

“Come on,” Y/n grabbed hold of Jennie’s hand and the girl was somewhat hesitant to leave now that she had made a wish. Scared it wouldn’t come true if she left.

“But it will come true, right?” She asked to make sure while taking the one earphone that was handed to her.

“It’s the best day to make a wish since it’s your birthday, so obviously yes.” Jennie took one last glance before she clung to Y/n’s arm.

‘L$D - A$AP Rocky’

The two walked in silence through the rest of the bridge, rather admiring the moment in silence than filling it with chatter while listening to the music. The peace still managed to create memories as Jennie felt nostalgic and she wasn’t sure if it was because she was walking with Y/n again or not. Her side leaned into Y/n who put her arm around her shoulders as they walked instead. By the time they made it to the end of the bridge, the next song started playing and Jennie was so familiar with them that it confused her.

‘As Long as You Follow - Fleetwood Mac’

“You won’t mind if I take you to one more place?” Y/n questioned and Jennie looked up at her with docile eyes. She blinked them as they had glossed over and there was a lump in her throat for whatever reason. God, she did not want it to end. Jennie wanted this night to last forever. If she could somehow make it last forever she would do just that. Everything to not have Y/n leave her by the end of the night. Jennie shook her head as Y/n could take her to the edge of the world and she wouldn’t mind, she could drag her across all continents and she would be content.

The song was warming Jennie's soul, the lump pushing itself in her throat and she couldn't get over it. She almost wanted to curse Y/n out for playing Fleetwood Mac as they always listened to the band together. Y/n especially loved them. It was as if Y/n wanted to make her cry by playing this song and Jennie was forcing the tears back despite a few strays falling only to what she thought was her knowledge, forgetting that Y/n noticed everything about her. Her lips quivered and her heart thudded heavily. 

Y/n hauled a cab and opened the door for Jennie who was citing all the songs.

‘Wot’s…Uh the Deal - Pink Floyd’

All of them weren’t necessarily songs Jennie listened to, but what Y/n listened to as she had a wide range of music tastes. She could still remember how excited Y/n would get to play them to Jennie on the guitar, acoustic or electric, it didn’t matter. She would sit down with Jennie and teach her how to play certain songs and help the girl get better at the string instrument. Sit right behind her and teach her each fret, tab, and chord that had to be played. She would always be so patient. 

‘10:37 - Beach House’

Her eyes gazed through the window as she held onto Y/n’s hand who had her arm around her shoulders. The night slowly passed, people still roamed the streets, and lights turned red before turning green, Jennie only watched how the time passed while the car moved through the streets of Seoul.

‘Five String Serenade - Mazzy Star’

If she couldn’t make this night last forever, she would like time the time to pass by slowly. To make it last as long as possible, or for the road to never end and sit in Y/n’s arms her whole life. That way all her worries about her uncertain future would disappear. She would disappear in these songs while loving whatever simple things came to her as long as they were from Y/n. 

‘What kind of love - Childish Gambino’

“Where are we going?” Jennie asked at last as she hadn’t heard where Y/n was taking them. She just followed. Y/n gave her a cheeky smile as she looked down at Jennie. Her hand untangled itself from Jennie’s two and she used it to brush away some of the hair that was falling in her face before letting her hand fall back down as it was resting around Jennie. The girl clung back onto it, playing with Y/n’s fingers. “You will see in a second ‘cause we’re almost there.” Jennie pouted at that and rested her head on Y/n’s shoulder.

‘Teenager - Deftones’

She started to feel like she had been thrown in a time capsule as the view of the Seoul tower was much more clear now. Jennie moved from Y/n’s hold and looked closer at where exactly they were heading. Her sight was somewhat blurry from the alcohol that she had consumed, but she knew that she wasn’t drunk enough to be this delusional.

‘Bel Air - Lana Del Rey’

“Why are we stopping by the cable cars?” She questioned and looked back at Y/n who paid the man who had driven them from the bridge to the cable cars that went up to the tower. Jennie wouldn’t be questioning it all too much if it hadn’t been for the fact that it was closed.

“I rather take a cable car than walk a dark trail at night, Jen,” Y/n said with a chuckle and opened the door before getting out. She held it open and Jennie got out with the girl’s help, bidding one last goodbye to the driver before closing the door to the car. With that she led the way, still dragging a confused Jennie with her.

“It’s closed though.” She deadpanned. It closed at 11 P.M. and it was 11:45 P.M. and Jennie’s birthday was almost over. She was starting to feel like Cinderella and soon enough she’d leave and leave everything behind her. Maybe this would be her last time with Y/n. It didn’t add up in her head and she didn’t want it. Although she felt like she wasn’t the one to make this decision, she was too scared to do it. What if she would get rejected?

“I helped a client invest and win a lot of money. He’s connected to the news Channel who owns it and since he was going to give me a bonus I asked if he could instead fix this for me.” Y/n explained and the girl frowned.

‘When the Sun Hits - Slowdive’

“Okay, and how did you time it all so well that it happened to be now that you ran into me?” Jennie questioned with some suspicion. Y/n chuckled, the kitten looking at her to see the dimples showing and she squeezed her smaller hand.

“Hey, I told you that I hoped I would run into you earlier and so with that hope, I picked this date and if I hadn’t run into you, I would have gone with one of my friends or alone.” Y/n shrugged it off as she knew that Jennie would realise soon enough as the strongest effects of the alcohol had slowly started to subside. They were approached by a guard and Y/n confirmed her identity as Jennie was digging in her blurry brain for what it exactly was.

It wasn’t long until they had made it up the stairs and the cable car was open and waiting. Y/n let Jennie get on first before getting on after the door closed. It was in queue when the next song started playing and Y/n laughed.

‘How You Remind Me - Nickelback’

“It doesn’t count if you aren’t screaming the lyrics Jennie—And this is how you remind me.”

“Y/n…”Jennie shied away like she always did.

“Come on, it’s just us—” Jennie looked unconvinced for a second as they sat in the cable car that was riding up over the dark forest, over the empty road. She giggled as Y/n pulled out the invincible guitar as the pre-chorus started. It was somewhat between childish, but also freeing as Y/n turned up the volume. “Sing or you are flying out.” Y/n threatened.

There truly never were any reasons to hold back when she was with Y/n and they always screamed songs until they lost their voices.

“It’s not like you to say sorry!”

Maybe it was because she was still under the influence, but it could be Y/n’s influence or the alcohol. She found herself singing the whole song with Y/n, knowing every word of it while sharing the invincible microphone with Y/n. The second Y/n laid her eyes on Jennie the girl had that big gummy smile that she adored so much. It was a smile she always wanted to be the cause of and she knew that it wouldn’t be possible if they were away. Unless Jennie still smiled this big whenever she looked back at the memories they had made together.

It was that feeling of being back in college, of being back together with Y/n. Screaming songs, wandering nights, getting lost in what love was for them. It was overwhelmingly good and it was sentimental whenever she looked back at those times. They had never been lost as she knew that Y/n let her live it all over and over again, but that was when they were together. Love was something only Y/n could make her feel on this type of level. The one that healed all the time, surely forgetting all the suffering she had done the past four months. 

“All we need to do now is start a band together,” she found herself giggling at Y/n’s words, burying her face in her shoulder as they took out the earphones. She wrapped her arm around Jennie, rubbing her back and unable to even try to let the smile fall. Compared to the Jennie she first cornered in the bathroom, it was like seeing the Jennie she left, being able to bring her right back to life. The Jennie she never should have left even if they both agreed that it would be better. At times there is no such thing as the right thing to do, but possibly people could forgive the mistake when all she had in mind was the best for the girl.

Jennie heaved a sigh and suddenly, as if lightning struck her and woke her up, she realised what it was. Her lips parted, but before she could say anything they had reached the top and their fingers intertwined as they walked out. With a man from staff, they were led to the tower and then to the elevator.

Y/n looked down at Jennie, she kind of figured that the woman had figured it out by now. She looked almost devastated as her gaze was on the floor.

She felt like crying, she wanted to hate Y/n for doing something like this to her, but she couldn’t. This was probably the best gift she could have received, but the biggest problem was that she didn’t have Y/n. They walked out of the elevator, it was silent with just the two of them and Jennie let go of Y/n’s hand as she walked over to the windows. The whole thing was overwhelming as she was keeping her tears at bay and bit her lower lip, taking in a shaky breath as she looked over the view of Seoul at night in the tower that was closed to everyone but them…again.

Y/n put her hands in her pockets to warm them and stood just a step behind Jennie, being able to catch the woman’s reflection in the window. She had realised and Y/n had been expecting Jennie to get emotional because she was always a soft and emotional kitten.

“Those were all the songs we listened to that night in the exact order.” Jennie pointed out as she realised why the songs brought her so much nostalgia and why the order of them rang so many bells in her head. She wouldn’t have noticed otherwise, but the order was just right and now they had screamed the lyrics in that cable car once again while reaching the top. It all came rushing to Jennie.

“I know,” the taller girl simply replied, but she had hoped the whole night that Jennie would realise.

Now it made sense why they walked past so many convenience stores before they at last walked into that specific one.

“But you said that you put on shuffle with over 5k songs in your liked ones,” Jennie mumbled and lifted her head to catch Y/n’s reflection. The view was mesmerising, but what Y/n had done, what she had given her as a birthday present was much more meaningful and mesmerising than the view. It made Jennie turn around to look at her, a pout resting on her lips as her cheeks were stained with a few tear streaks.

“I made sure to put them all in a playlist until we stopped listening, which was when we left the cable car back in 2018, January 16th when we first met and I stole you from a club.”

Jennie jutted out her lower lip as Y/n had always been thoughtful, had always done small gestures that meant the world to her, and had been loving and caring. She hated that she had to be all those things when they weren’t together. It wasn’t fair. “Why?” Her voice cracked and her nose pricked before the tears won and spilled over her eyes.

Y/n gave her a soft and gentle smile, taking her hands out of her pockets. Her hands came up to Jennie’s face as she cupped her cheeks which were cold and soft in her hold, wet with tears that were warm on her cold skin that was tinted a light pink like her nose. She leaned into her hold with a sniffle, the ice on her skin melting at how good it felt to be in the warmth that was home.

“I kind of figured out that night that I would marry you and you seemed to be in bliss because of the night—so I thought that if I were to mess up big along the way I could replay the night for you and make it good again by doing exactly what I did the first time we met and then got together shortly after.” The girl admitted. She had regretted every moment away from Jennie because what she thought was right truly wasn’t. Her last hope was to show Jennie what they were together and hope that even if she suggested it, Jennie would want her right back. It was a stupid mistake, but everyone made them. Y/n just hoped that it wasn’t too late to fix what was broken.

She at least didn't want Jennie to hate her, hoping all she could leave were good memories after her. 

Nothing was broken though. They were only broken away from each other, but it was like kintsugi the second they were right by each other again.

“I regret even suggesting it but I was thinking of you—” Jennie didn’t want to hear it, she didn’t blame Y/n. She had seen it from Y/n’s point of view and she knew how she always put Jennie first.

“I know that you were. I think we needed to be away from each other to truly realise how much we need one another to never take the other for granted or do anything to lose each other. To remember how much good we brought each other.” Jennie mumbled and Y/n huffed in relief through her nose as Jennie had always been understanding of her thinking and how she didn’t mean to make things more complicated than needed. It was enough for Jennie to forget the bad and only remember how much good they had brought, how much that had changed their lives in only good ways and she would forever cherish that.

She let go of Jennie and pulled her in for a hug, the shorter girl wrapped her arms around Y/n’s waist. She shed her last tears into her shoulder while Y/n soothed her, kissing the side of her head, and rubbing her back while holding her firmly. Jennie couldn’t tell what she was crying over anymore, but the relief made it impossible not to cry. She was still trying to comprehend how they after six years did everything they did the first time they met on Jennie’s birthday.

How Y/n somehow convinced Jennie to leave the club with her (she forgot safety the second she saw the girl).

She had dragged Jennie to that exact convenience store where they ate the same things, and Y/n mixed mango iced tea with tequila that they shared.

When they left and got to the bridge where Jennie made the wish and threw a coin in. A wish that came true because her drunk self wished for Y/n to ask her out despite meeting just an hour prior. 

How they listened to music after (those exact tracks) and took a cab.

The only difference was that Y/n had managed to lie their way into letting them take the cable car and be in the tower for just a few minutes.

After that, Y/n walked Jennie to her college dorm and got her number before they parted ways.

They had taken a cab back to the place they used to share where Jennie stayed alone now. Y/n took the elevator up with Jennie who was now opening the door and as she did– “My baby boy.” Y/n cooed as Kuma ran out barking and jumping at her legs as she hadn’t seen him in four whole months. She picked him up, moving her face away as he tried to lick at her.

“I feel bad for even saying this, but he stayed every day whining by the door and waiting for you,” Jennie admitted as she stood in the door frame, removing her sneakers and pushing them aside. She looked at Y/n who was crouched on the floor with the dog going crazy in her arms. The little puppy they had gotten together because they had still been young and wanted some kind of family together. 

“I am so sorry, Kuma.” She apologised, feeling almost just as bad for leaving him as she did with Jennie.

Jennie bit her lower lip, watching the two as Y/n put him down, but he started to run around her and barked some more. Kuma wasn’t letting Y/n go, just like Jennie didn’t want to let go. “You could come in, Y/n…” She suggested and Y/n looked from the floor, a glint in her eyes as they trailed from Jennie’s legs, over her whole body before they got to her eyes.

“Nightcap?”

“Yes, just get inside.” Y/n chuckled and picked up the dog before stepping inside the familiar apartment. It was a home, it used to be at least, but what made it a home was Jennie. She slid off her shoes as Jennie walked further inside. Her feet led her to the living room that still looked the same and the other woman wasn’t there yet as she trailed to another part of the apartment. She slumped down onto the couch and put Kuma in her lap.

Her eyes landed on the marble coffee table and she leaned closer while petting the dog. She chuckled at the thought that came to her mind. “Jennie?” She called for the woman, and the sound of her light footsteps came from behind as she left the kitchen. She hummed and Y/n turned to her, taking the whiskey on the rocks that Jennie handed her. “Did you manifest this?” She questioned and looked back down at the Polaroid photo of her right by the candles.

Jennie groaned at that as she saw how it looked. “No! I did not. I like candles and it just happened that I left it there before leaving the apartment.” She explained in her defence. The photo had been behind her phone case for all those months until she left today with the plan to hook up with someone. God forbid one of her friends would see her still carrying that picture after she purposely made Y/n look like she was a jerk behind closed doors—she wasn’t. Now it was lying by the candles and looked like she had been sitting and manifesting all of this.

“So, I’m the only one?” Y/n questioned as she took out her phone and placed it upside down on the coffee table. A polaroid of Jennie in the case and she took a sip of the cold hard liquor while glancing at Jennie who walked around to sit on the couch. The jacket she got to borrow was discarded as she left it in the kitchen just to make sure that Y/n would forget it.

She rolled her eyes and pulled her knees up to her chest before taking a sip of the golden brown liquid that hit her taste buds. It made her somewhat wince as she was always between liking and hating whiskey depending on the brand. “First of all, I took it out today, second, I'm not obliged to carry it around,” Y/n gave her a look as she knew that Jennie was trying to get on her nerves. She loved playing those little games where Y/n would piss her off and she’d do it back. Part of why she told her friends things that weren’t true.

Jennie loved being petty like that and was getting back at Y/n right now.

“So, you’re not going to put it back?” She questioned, taking sips from the crystal whiskey glass, the ice clanked around in their glasses while they looked at each other.

“Nope, it would get in the way, wouldn’t it?” Y/n helped Kuma down on the floor before she reached back for her phone. Jennie watched the girl with intensity and felt something boil in her when she saw Y/n open her case. “What’re you doing?” She seriously asked. Through the months just the thoughts of Y/n seeing someone else made Jennie kick and scream in emotions that were green and red. She was ready to pay people to stay away from her and hire people to pull every person Y/n would try to be with apart. 

“Your picture will get in the way.” She shrugged, quickly taking yet another sip of the whiskey and putting the glass down. It let her use both her hands and Jennie found herself placing her glass down too. It was boiling inside Jennie and she wanted to strangle Y/n for even uttering those words.

“No, you don’t get to do that.” Her tone went into that angry one that Y/n knew. Not angry even, emotions she only felt when it came to Y/n who she couldn’t stand thinking about being with anyone but her. She would be jealous, she’d die in jealousy, she lost it when she saw Y/n being approached by women who had clear intentions of flirting–she knew that Y/n at times gave in to the flirting just to see Jennie jealous and angry.

“I think I do if I want to find someone to hook up with–” Jennie clenched her jaw and moved onto her knees as she faced Y/n. She tried to reach for her phone but the girl held it away from her, making Jennie crawl to get closer and try to reach for it. “Weren’t those your intentions tonight when you went out and took out my picture? Oh, I clearly remember what Lisa said in that bathroom.”

“Stop that.” Jennie snapped as Y/n was reaching to remove the polaroid. It made Jennie grab hold of her arm with both hands and tackle it down onto the couch.

“You little bitch.” Y/n grumbled as Jennie snatched the phone out of her hold, lying across her lap. She tried to reach for it with her right hand since Jennie was lying with her upper body on her left one. The kitten bit Y/n’s hand when she tried to take it, busy adjusting the picture so it would be back in place. She hissed and pulled away to see a bite mark on her skin right under the knuckle of her thumb.

“Hey!” Y/n exclaimed.

“Hey.” Jennie mocked and tried to open Y/n’s phone only for her face ID to not work. She gasped as her face ID had been removed, she tried the pin, but it wasn’t working either.

“Jennie.”

“Jennie.”

“Give me my phone before you block it.”

“Give me my phone before you block it. Who do you have on here that you changed your PIN and removed my face ID?” Jennie continued to push Y/n’s buttons who had been pushing hers. That brattiness came right out as she was ready to give her attitude because she couldn’t phantom that Y/n had done these things. Furiously, she continued to guess the pin with all the important dates and numbers Y/n liked.

“I told you something.” Y/n tried to reach for it again while trying to wiggle out her other hand that Jennie had in a death grip. It only got smacked away.

“I told you something. How ‘bout you do something about it?” Jennie pushed and looked over her shoulder with a frown to ask about the pincode. “What’s–Ahh, Y/n.” She whined when the palm collided against her ass making her squirm at the pain. Jennie had almost forgotten about how horny she had been until that pain shot to her clit instead. She felt somewhat embarrassed and her head fell as she kicked her feet with another whine. It was so unexpected that she had no clue how to react or feel. 

“Stop being a pain in the ass.”

It went silent and Y/n waited for what Jennie would say or do. That smack just came naturally and she hadn’t controlled it. Whether Jennie was pissed or not, that spanking wasn’t something she could take responsibility for when Jennie worked her nerves so well.

“Stop being a pain in the ass.” She mocked once again, imitating Y/n who groaned. The little giggle that came from Jennie who lifted her head didn’t go unnoticed.

“Are you laughing?”

“Are you laughing?” Jennie knew exactly how much Y/n hated it when she would imitate her without an end. The thoughts made her lift her ass slightly, wriggling in Y/n’s lap as she pushed it out. There was a tension between her legs and she wanted it gone.

“You’re so annoying.”

“You’re so annoying. Cry about it, Y/n.” She hissed at the girl. It was soon followed by something that was between a groan and a moan as Y/n spanked her ass once more which made Jennie raise her hips and writhe into the couch cushion. That sensation made her cunt throb and slowly start leaking as she clenched her thighs for some relief. It was hard to control as her ass purposely tried to invite Y/n for more as it was turning her on.

“Tell me what it is, Jennie. Why do you need this?” Y/n questioned and looked at Jennie who was still clutching the phone. She huffed and lifted her head, looking over her shoulder and at Y/n. A little smile on her lips, one that was mischievous.

“I did some things you wouldn’t be happy about–been a very bad girl.”

Y/n gripped at the underside of her thigh just under her ass, squeezing it and making Jennie squirm at how ticklish it was on her sensitive thighs.

“You have?” Jennie bit her lower lip and nodded her head.

“What did you do?”

Jennie purposely lifted her hips and arched her back, being on her knees with her hands stretched out in front of her, chest pressing into the couch. She let go of the phone, Y/n’s eyes on the ass that was in the air and she moved her hand up to it. The kitten jutted her lower lip out in feigned despair. “I’ve been out the whole night looking for someone who would fuck my needy little pussy because the toys haven’t been able to satisfy me…” She looked even sadder now as if she's been having the hardest time of her life because of these things and what she said after seemed to be even more devastating for her. “There hasn’t been any cum in me for so long, no one to fill me, breed me, no cum for me to clean up–I’ve been feeling so useless and empty.” She mumbled, with tears brimming in her eyes.

“So, it’s not my fault for looking for someone to do it,” Jennie added in her defence. The heat shot right to her clit again, her ass burned in the best way possible as she could only moan when Y/n spanked her again.

“Y/n, it’s not fair!” She cried out despite enjoying it. The latter was growing hard, thinking about Jennie’s snug and pink pussy that she’s missed being inside of. The one she missed abusing, filling with cum, if not her other holes. Jennie loved it all, she especially loved cleaning up the cum that leaked out of her after.

“How is it not fair? I’m not the one who's been walking around like I’m in heat and looking for strangers to fuck me.” Her hand ran over Jennie’s inner thighs before she made it to the girl’s pussy which was covered by the black cargo pants. It was enough to make Jennie whine and try to rub her throbbing cunt against the hand that cupped her heat. Y/n’s other hand stroked along Jennie’s bare spine which was warm and arched to show off her ridges.

“It’s my birthday.” Jennie slyly pointed out.

“I’m supposed to give in because of that? Give you a free pass?” Y/n asked, gently rubbing Jennie’s clothed cunt. The girl desperately tried to push her hips more into the hand that removed pressure every time she tried. It was keeping her on the edge as she pathetically continued to try and hump at Y/n's hand.

“Yes. Please creampie my pink and tight little pussy and make me a mommy tonight.” The erection was now straining against Y/n’s jeans as the offer was one she did not want to pass on despite it giving Jennie a free pass. Her brain cells reasoned with each other, agreeing on it being Jennie’s birthday even if it was past 12, but it didn’t count until they went to sleep and woke up. Her eyes gazed into Y/n’s, practically daring her to do it.

“Get up,” never in her life had Y/n seen Jennie get up so fast. The girl always liked to take her time simply because she wanted to or because she wanted to annoy Y/n. The giggly and horny Jennie ran towards the bedroom with Y/n taking long strides right after her.

The bedroom was also the same with Jennie on the bed unzipping her pants. “Hey, hey, slow down,” Y/n complained and the feline pouted when her hands were pushed away from the fly of her cargo pants.

“I’m so horny though.”

“I can tell that much,” Y/n commented with her hands pulling Jennie up to sit. Her arms wrapped around Y/n’s shoulders and she pulled her down, hands gripped at her waist and she got her breath taken away. Jennie melted and healed when she finally had Y/n’s lips against hers again. She didn’t want to wait when she tilted her head and opened her mouth for the tongue to push against her. It tasted of whiskey, it was just as intoxicating and was washing over her body, injecting itself deep within her veins.

One person could only satisfy the other.

Jennie couldn’t even satisfy herself when she was horny. Y/n knew just how to eat her out, stuff her with cock, fuck her, make her orgasm and beg for more.

She swallowed Y/n’s tongue, sucking on it and the girl groaned when Jennie’s hand came down from her shoulder and rubbed at her cock through the pants. It was making Jennie’s clit throb painfully, just feeling Y/n’s cock was making her try to clench her thighs that Y/n stood between. Both her hands went to the bulge, rubbing at the outline while undoing the zipper with her other while Y/n threaded her fingers through Jennie’s hair.

“Please, please–” Y/n cut Jennie off who pulled away and was about to plead for her to start fucking her.

“I will, but you have to show off for me first.” She pried Jennie’s hands away from the hem of her jeans and pulled her up onto her feet. “I know it’s your birthday, but you said yourself that you were a bad girl, so this is the least you can do.” Y/n ushered and smiled at Jennie as the girl squinted her eyes.

The girl was determined to show Y/n exactly what she walked out from. Her eyes were laced with seductiveness even if the girl was stalling her orgasm. The girl reached into the pocket of her pants and took out her phone, Y/n smiled bigger and leaned back against her palms as the smart home speakers started to play Champagne by The Weeknd . Jennie turned around and tossed her phone onto the dresser.

Her eyes watched Jennie’s every move and her fingers grabbed hold of the small piece that was tied at her side to hold the shirt against her body. She pulled it, slowly, Y/n’s eyes stuck on the slim back and just watching her was enough to make Y/n’s chest heave even more. Jennie undid it, her hands running over her body, tugging up the open-back shirt with her before letting go as it fell back down. Y/n waited in anticipation, almost regretting it as she couldn’t wait for Jennie to remove the shirt and turn so she could see her chest.

Her body gently moved to the music, her fingers ran over her arm and over to the one strap before she gently tugged it down. The other hand ran under her shirt towards the other strap. She made sure to let out a light hum to let Y/n know that she ran over her breast before she reached the strap. Jennie slid them down her shoulders, the shirt fell with a soft thud to the floor.

She had yet to turn around though.

Instead, she finished undoing her pants and proceeded to bend over with her fingers hooked around the hem. It couldn’t have gone slower, the way she slowly started to pull them down her ass, revealing more and more of the flesh and lacy material of her black cheeky underwear. They went up her ass as she got the pants under her cheeks. Her ass was plump and pushed right out with her puffy pussy, the woman’s back arched and her eyes coming to peek over her shoulder. Her feline eyes were clouded by lust and she looked back in front of her as Y/n looked hypnotised.

She pulled them further down, revealing her creamy thighs inch by inch while making sure to show off how agile she was by slowly bending herself in half. It wasn’t until they were resting by her calves that Jennie started to get down on her knees to the music. The girl was holding back from dragging Jennie to bed now. She got on her knees, her back straight and showing off her perfect posture as she slid into a side-sitting position with her legs on one side (left), the pants fully discarded now. Her hand came over behind her and dragged her hair to one side of her shoulder, looking to the side while doing so. The movements were soft.

She moved her legs further, taking them in front of her and spreading them open. Her palms planted behind her and slowly slid against the rug, reclining herself back. It was hypnotising, her chest at last coming into view, more and more until she was lying on her back. Jennie loved showing off her body, especially to Y/n and no one else. Her body was just for Y/n and whether it was her birthday or not, a striptease was just as satisfying to her as it was to Y/n. (She was also aware that she had to pay for what she did when trying to look for someone else.)

She couldn’t begin to explain how much her clit started to throb when she caught the look on Y/n’s face. The wetness was gushing as she loved being admired by Y/n. It was almost enough to get off for Jennie. Her hand came between her legs, her hips moved in a fluid wave like motion when she whined them into the fingers that brushed over the slick material, fingers threading into the rug as her eyes closed. She continued to run her hand up her body, fingers feather-likely running over her skin which made her chest heave and body move. A soft moan slipped past her lips when she brushed over her nipple until she reached her throat.

Jennie was quick and agile in the way she smoothly turned from her back and onto her stomach. Her eyes were almost predatory the way she looked up at Y/n while slowly pushing herself up, ass coming up first with hands stretched out in front of her until she pushed herself forward and was standing on all fours.

Slowly she crawled the small distance like a cat over to Y/n, her hips moving, her back still arched. Jennie reached the girl and got on her knees while looking at her through her lashes, her hands grabbed hold of Y/n’s knees, pulling her legs apart to get between them. In one smooth motion, like waves, she slid up, getting on her feet and coming face to face with Y/n, her hands holding onto Y/n’s shoulders.

“Am I excused for being bad?” Jennie questioned, her chest heaving, as if she ran a marathon, but the arousal was just getting overwhelming. She could feel how sticky it was between her legs, everything spilling and smearing on her inner thighs. The underwear piece was ruined. Y/n licked her lips and grabbed her hips, looking down at Jennie’s chest, her nipples perky, her breasts plump.

“More than excused—you deserve to not only get your pussy stuffed but also eaten.” There was that vocal fry in Y/n’s voice that Jennie knew so well. It meant that she would get her pussy messily devoured. She squealed when Y/n got up and put Jennie on the bed, she pushed her back and leaned down. Fingers threaded into her hair when she attached her lips to Jennie’s chest first.

It was eliciting small whines and gasps, the tongue swirling her nipple, teeth gently tugging, the other being roughly groped the way she liked it. Y/n wrapped her mouth around as much soft flesh as possible and sucked before licking. Jennie’s hips were pathetically bucking at the heat that was bubbling in her stomach because of it. “Y/n!” She cried out at the way her nipple was pinched between Y/n’s fingers, the girl tugged on the bud after and started to kiss down to Jennie’s cleavage.

“Please, I promise, I taste so good,” Jennie begged as Y/n was kissing down her stomach. The kitten squirmed when her nipple got flicked, the bud more swollen and red now as Y/n had abused the sensitive nub that was stiff.

“Have you been cleaning up your messes lately?” Y/n asked with a smirk, glancing up at Jennie who had her head thrown back with her back arching, hips desperately pushing into Y/n. She whined, not wanting to answer the embarrassing question as she had been feral trying to fuck herself right only to make a mess but not orgasm hard enough. This time she cried, slightly kicking her feet when Y/n twisted the same nipple again.

“Answer, Jen.”

“I lick my fingers clean because they get so messy.” She admitted in a whine, her cheeks even more flushed as it was now just flowing out of her. Jennie always got so wet, and someone had to clean it after. Y/n was well aware of how Jennie would always leak with juices. The videos she’d send of playing with her pink pussy when Y/n wasn’t there to eat her out, making sure to show how she would lick up the sticky mess of her fingers after getting as much as possible on them. She loved sucking Y/n’s cock, especially to have cum shoot into her mouth that she’d swallow.

“You want me to taste you?” Y/n continued to tease as she was on her knees and Jennie pushed herself up. A look of desperation on her face, tears welling in her eyes as it was hurting now. “Yes.” She watched Y/n who hooked her fingers around her underwear and she started to tug them down. They clung to her wet cunt, pulling a sticky mess with them as Y/n peeled them off and dropped the ruined material on the floor.

“All for you.” Jennie surely invited the girl who was on her knees in front of her by spreading her legs, her hand coming in between her legs. She bit her lower lip as Y/n watched her use her fingers to spread her glistening and puffy folds. Her hole was clenching in greediness as her arousal was slowly leaking out of it, running down her ass and onto the sheets. She ran them over to her clit, showing the swollen bud by pulling back the hood. Y/n smiled and gently removed Jennie’s fingers as she had shown off her cunt enough.

The girl waiting, finally in the only suitable outfit on a day like this, in her birthday suit.

“I will make sure to take it all.” Y/n reassured her and Jennie’s hand gripped onto her hair while Y/n moved Jennie’s leg to wrap it around her shoulder. The girl groaned as Jennie forcefully pulled on her hair and shoved her face fully into her cunt. She gasped, squirming and grinding her hips into Y/n’s face when she licked right up along her slit, tongue spreading her lips. The taste washed over Y/n’s tongue, it was addicting and she moved back down, her tongue flat against the heat as she licked up from the sopping hole, bringing it all up to her clit.

Jennie’s lips stayed apart, breaths desperate and the sounds falling from between them as she couldn’t control it neither could she control the squirming into Y/n’s face. “Fuck, Y/n–more, I want more,” she whined, her eyes falling closed and her back hit the mattress as she couldn’t hold herself up.

Y/n sucked onto her outer lips, sucking them in and teasing with her tongue, dipping down and nudging the grasping hole with her tongue, swirling it which made Jennie gasp and writhe for more. However, she would feel bad if she teased Jennie for too long as the girl had been all ready since they entered the bedroom. Her hand gripped Jennie’s hip to ground them and control their whining as they weren’t controlled by the nymphomaniac that Jennie was.

“Oh God, I’ve missed you so much, the way you fuck me.” Jennie cried out when lips wrapped around her clit, the tongue firmly flicking at it at a perfect angle. Y/n ran her other hand over to Jennie’s hole, her one finger teasing around the hole while she continued to flick at her clit. Her tongue moved quickly, harshly flicking back and forth as it always made Jennie’s thighs quiver, trying to close around her head and leave the girl unsure of what to grip onto or how to act.

Her juices were smearing over her chin, running down and creating a mess and Y/n couldn’t help but dip down for more. The pleasure didn’t stop for Jennie who gyrated her hips into Y/n’s nose while the girl lapped at her hole, gathering the stickiness on her tongue before bringing it back up. She swirled around her clit before she wrapped her lips around it and suckled hard enough for Jennie to moan louder and arch her back off of the mattress. The birthday girl had always been vocal and sensitive to all touch when it came to Y/n. She was quite sure it was because of how many chemicals her body released around her, the oxytocin overflowing.

With ease, Y/n pushed two fingers into Jennie who sucked them in right away. Her walls were warm and throbbing, continuously clenching around the two slender fingers that started to push into her. “So close, I want it,” Jennie mumbled, a few coherent words coming from her now and then as she was lost in the firm and slick muscle that worked her swollen and pulsating clit while fingers pressed against her g-spot. She could feel it coming, the way her stomach started to drop and heat up.

“How bad do you want it?” Y/n gruffly questioned by pulling away for a split second before going right back.

“So bad, I will cry if I don’t get it–play with my pussy until it hurts. All yours.” The words flew out of her blabbering mouth, gasping and falling out of breath. She had been longing for more than Y/n and her love, but this type of love too.

“I love it, you fuck me so good with your tongue. Oh God–” Her chest heaved, her fingers tangling themselves in Y/n’s hair who groaned at the pain while eating at Jennie’s cunt. The mess ran down her chin, down Jennie’s ass, staining the sheets. The sounds were lewd, Jennie moaning, gasping, and whining, and the way Y/n was eating her pussy was making the wet sounds bounce off the walls in the room from the licking and sucking. The younger let out her moans and groans at how much she enjoyed having Jennie squirm while eating her out.

Her thighs shook while clenching around Y/n, her voice strained, her body spasming as she arched off the bed with her hips bucking into Y/n. Jennie lost control of her voice, cries flying out as everything disappeared, her ears ringing and her vision dying out. Her hand flew to her breast, grabbing hold of it as she had no clue where else to grasp. Her walls clasped around Y/n’s fingers, thudding around them as the orgasm crashed through her. It went on for a good few seconds as Y/n didn’t stop and continued to flick at her bud.

It wasn’t until Jennie was panting for breath and instead of pulling her into her pussy she was pulling her away that Y/n stopped. She slowed down, gently cleaning up the mess that Jennie’s cunt was, the girl wriggling under her from the kittenish licks lapping up the juices. Her body relaxed at last, slumping into the mattress and closing her eyes, her pussy palpitating from aftershocks.

“No…” She whined, convulsing and closing her legs with her hands flying between them as Y/n was no longer between them. A heat ran over her at the painful slap that landed against her swollen pussy, the sound wet and harsh.

“Don’t you want my cock too?” Y/n questioned and the girl opened her eyes, looking at Y/n who was using her black sweatshirt to wipe at her chin and mouth. It made her pussy clench at how it was missing Y/n.

“I do.” She dragged out and pulled herself up, her hands grasping at Y/n’s sweatshirt and pulling it up. The latter helped her by fully pulling it over her head and discarding it to the floor with kittenish hands pawing at her slim stomach before they dropped to her pants. Although Jennie didn’t pull them down, she instead moved onto her knees. “Hurry up, my pussy is waiting for your cum, baby.” She purred out while turning around and getting on all fours, showing off her ass and dripping pussy while looking over her shoulder at Y/n. Her ass pushed out for Y/n as she arched her back to further the invite.

“You’re so bad.” Y/n groaned and fully undid her pants, letting them pool around her ankles before she kicked them to the side with her boxers. Jennie bit her lower lip, eyeing the thick and long member, the tip bulbous and red, leaking with precum, the long vein dragged on the underside and Y/n’s slim and veiny hand came over to it. She stroked herself, her other hand caressing the plump outline of Jennie’s ass who only pushed more into her.

“Such a bad girl after not getting my attitude fucked out of me…I get so mean when I don’t have your cum stuffing my pussy.” Jennie agreed, drawing her words out while lowering herself until her chest pressed against the mattress.

“I need–” Jennie stopped Y/n who was about to get to the bedside drawer where she knew condoms were. They always hit it raw, but she wasn’t sure if Jennie had continued with her birth control after four months of being alone.

“No condom,” it wasn’t an ask, but more so a demand. Y/n didn’t mind condoms while Jennie hated them.

“You’re on birth control,” Y/n concluded and went right back to place, guiding her tip between Jennie’s folds who let her head drop at the feeling that sent shivers through her spine.

She bit her lower lip, forcing the smile to not get too big as she couldn’t wait longer as she confirmed Y/n’s conclusion. “Yes.” A sigh followed when the stretch came, Y/n’s tip pushing inside her, spreading her open, splitting her folds and disappearing into her sopping and snug heat. It was squeezing her cock as a moan slipped from her mouth. The warmth of Jennie was so familiar, it was leaving her cock to throb the further she slipped inside the confines of her pink cunt.

The brunette whined, her insides twisting at how good it felt, the cock too big for her smaller body as it was always a tight fit and a big stretch for her to take the girl behind her. Y/n stopped as her pelvis met Jennie’s ass, filling her to the hilt with her hands gripping Jennie’s hips. Her lips parted at the feeling as she stalled any movement and got lost for a second in just the feeling of having Jennie around her.

However, Jennie wasn’t nearly as patient. “Are you going to fuck me or act like a virgin who wet their dick for the first time?” It brought Y/n right out of her drowning thoughts at the rude tone of Jennie who sounded annoyed.

“What?” She breathed out.

“Fuck me or I will find someone else to do it.” Jennie loved digging her own grave. At least she got buried with her back being blown.

“Who else will fuck you this good?” Y/n didn’t wait for an answer as she pulled out almost fully before Jennie was sent flying forward when she slammed her hips back against hers. It drew gasps and moans from Jennie as Y/n proceeded with the deep and hard thrusts. The thick cock dragged along her tight walls, and the wet and squelching noises got louder as Jennie's pussy was a mess. Y/n’s pelvis slapped against Jennie’s ass and started to fill in with moans, groans, whimpers, and gasps. All occupying the room.

Jennie bunched up the sheets in her fists, her face buried in them. She could feel the curved tip abusing her g-spot as it continuously dragged along the soft and spongy spot in her. The cock was hitting deep in her, filling her and hitting the right spots that she wasn’t even able to hit when fucking herself with all kinds of toys.

Her moans were erotic, they fueled Y/n on who was going carnal as Jennie’s pussy, body, voice, and everything else always had that effect. The brunette's hips started to meet Y/n’s thrust, clenching and helping her drag her cock in her pussy.

“Fuck, your cock is so big, it hurts so good.” Jennie moaned as the pain always mixed with the pleasure.

Y/n huffed, biting her lower lip as she moved one hand and landed its palm against Jennie’s ass since the girl was pushing it out for her so much. It was followed by a mewl from the birthday girl.

“Are you going to take all my cum?” Y/n groaned out, the answer taking a second too long and earning Jennie’s bright red ass cheek another spank. The heat only shot right to her clit and she couldn’t feel embarrassed about it as she loved every second of it. “Everything, I’m going to keep it all inside and be a mommy,” Jennie whined, the words only made her clench more as her own words fueled her.

“You look so good with cock in you, your slutty pussy takes it so well.” Y/n complimented, her eyes falling on where her hard cock was disappearing. The wetness was running down Jennie’s thighs, and her pink folds spread because of the cock that was drilling into her cunt which was growing sore. She was sucking Y/n in, doing everything to milk her and get her cum as she forgot about wanting to orgasm. All she wanted was to be creampied and keep it all inside for as long as possible because it made her feel full.

“Only you can play with it so well, fuck it until it hurts–your cocksleeve, for you to warm in and empty into.”

“You love being used.” Y/n threw her head back, her fingers digging into the flesh of Jennie’s ass and hips. The thrusts were hard, the bed squeaking with every stroke inside the snug sleeve that Jennie was for her cock. The smaller girl moved with each thrust that was throwing her forward, making her grip harder to stay in place. 

“Yes, yes, yes.” Jennie spewed out, the tension in her stomach started to grow and Y/n could feel how much tighter her walls started to get around her. Her hand dropped from Jennie’s ass and went right under her, pushing onto her lower belly, able to feel herself bulge the small brunette's stomach. It was making Jennie dizzy, the pressure grew and she was getting sent right back into floating.

“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come so hard around your cock, Y/n.” Jennie cried out, writhing in the sheets as she pulled on them with her hands. Her jaw fell slack, the moans going up in pitch and the heat flashed over her, the cries slowly coming in breathless as the control was lost and she couldn’t tell what was going on.

Y/n continued to pound her, the tension slowly easing from Jennie, although her mind remained clouded. Her body was warm and covered in a sheet of sweat. “I’m so close.” Y/n groaned, her tip twitching.

Jennie could feel the cock grow harder in her. “Fuck, breed my cunt, Y/n–shoot it into my womb.” She intentionally clenched her walls and Y/n’s hips stuttered, Jennie, pushing her ass flush against her to get it all shot deep in her. It filled her even more, Y/n and Jennie both moaning. Rope after rope of thick and creamy cum painted her walls white, making her hum at how good it felt to be filled so well again.

“So good,” Y/n mumbled, her body collapsing onto Jennie’s who slumped down on her stomach. Her chest heaved as she peppered kisses along Jennie’s warm shoulder. The kitten hid her face in the sheets, the cock growing limp in her throbbing cunt as she tried to get back on a normal breathing pattern.

“Happy birthday, Jennie.” She let out a breathless chuckle and Y/n slowly pushed herself up.

“It’s not my birthday anymore.” The brunette mumbled, turning onto her back and raising her knees, trying her best to keep the cum within her walls. Her soft eyes fell onto Y/n, dreading it as she was scared that she would leave. The night was over, and so was her birthday.

“It’s the 16th until you go to sleep.” Y/n reminded her and she smiled, biting her lower lip while Y/n reached for her boxers, pulling them back on.

“Y/n…” The latter looked up at Jennie who was already looking at her. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. “Please don’t leave.” She mumbled.

“Jennie–” She cut Y/n off right away.

“Please, even if it’s just for the night.” She begged and Y/n chuckled

“Why on earth would I leave?” She questioned, baffled that Jennie thought she would just leave her, especially after having sex. Maybe they said it during sex, but she would never just use Jennie and leave her behind after.

Jennie felt a weight fall off of her, there was a lightness in her chest. She at times hated how sensitive she was as her lower lip jutted out and her breathing picked up to hold her tears back. Y/n heaved a sigh and got on the bed, with ease she pulled Jennie’s limp body with her as she kicked the duvet down before pulling it over them. The girl hugged around Y/n’s slim waist, burying her face in her shoulder as she couldn’t help but cry.

“Will you leave tomorrow?” She asked through her tears. The younger clicked her tongue and ran her fingers through Jennie’s hair. The both of them drowned in the warmth they shared. 

“Do you want me to?” She had a good feeling that Jennie did not want her to leave. She wouldn’t be crying otherwise. Y/n was right as Jennie shook her head, tightening her grip around her to make sure that she would stay. It made her pull her small body closer to her and she kissed the top of her head.

“If you want…” Y/n trailed off and Jennie lifted her head, her eyes exhausted and filled with tears. Y/n wiped her cheeks with the pad of her palm before she leaned in and kissed her forehead. “I could stay forever.” She suggested and Jennie closed the little gap between them. This time the kiss was soft, neither of them wanting it to rush into anything else than the adoration and love they still and always would have for each other.

“Yes, please.” She mumbled and Y/n smiled against her lips, pecking them.

“I love you, Jennie.” To hear those words again healed all those empty and torn parts in her. They were eager to say them again and wanted to say them a million times more to make up for all the four months that they hadn't said them.

“I love you, Y/n…” She cleared her throat and looked down a little guiltily and Y/n hummed confused. Jennie mumbled something under her breath, her eyes avoiding Y/n’s as she lay in her arms.

“You have to stop mumbling.” Y/n seriously said as the guilty look on Jennie’s face was starting to worry her. She sighed at that and lastly spoke up.

“I’m not actually on any birth control,” Jennie admitted as she had lied. She didn’t care when she hadn’t been sure if Y/n would have stayed. If she had to force Y/n to get back together then she would do so by trapping her. It only made sense to try and get pregnant if she was ovulating and wanted nothing more than Y/n to stay and to have a baby with her.

“You’re evil,” Y/n whispered and Jennie gave her a haughty little smile, showing that she wasn’t as guilty as she pretended to be.

“I don’t care, I only want you.” She pecked Y/n’s lips before she laid her head on her shoulder, nuzzling her face in her neck, drowning in the comforting scent of home that Y/n was to her.

“I only want you too, Jen.” She couldn’t find it in herself to be angry with the kitten. Y/n loved her too much and neither would she mind having kids with her. All she did was pull her closer and hug her, holding her in a way that would lull Jennie right to sleep and at last let her wake up well-rested after so many bad nights of sleep and crying.

“Start preparing to be a parent and do not forget the ring before I get pregnant.” Jennie pointed out and lifted her left hand, showing the empty fingers to Y/n who leaned in and pecked her ring finger. She giggled when Y/n gently bit it and she quickly hid it after.

“Don’t worry about any of it, I still want to marry you and have a family.”

Jennie’s wish did come true once again.

[yeonmuse]

Okiiii can you do a like toxic yandere hoon and naive reader

Jealousy

ᥫ᭡ f!reader x brothers best friend sunghoon ── 𝒢enre. yandere non idol enha. not proofread. Wc 4.2k feats. ot7 [reqs are closed, inbox full] ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁ibrary

authors notes. I hope this is to your liking, I’ve never really written anything yandere before so this is me sort of testing the waters? I wasn’t sure if you wanted this to be a smut or angst since you didn’t include that but if this wasn’t isn’t to your liking let me know when my inbox is open so that i can try again

Your family had known the parks for quite some time, having moved to Korea when you were only four they had been the first to introduce themselves upon your arrival. A family of four, a sweet couple, their son and their beautiful baby girl. Your older brother and their son seemed to have bonded together really quickly, sparking jealousy from you having had your brother taken away from you when he was all you’d ever had to hang out with. Growing up Sunghoon had always been there, he’d become like a second brother to you, always looking out for you, walking you to and from the bus stop where your brother couldn’t or buying you snacks with his own money when you had none to buy your own.

Sunghoon and you had been quite close, though not as close enough as he and your brother, you'd been close enough to know every detail about him and chose versa. Or at least you’d thought you’d known everything. Sunghoon had always been fond of you, that was exactly why he’d taken care of you as well as he had, not simply because you were his best friends sister, but because he thought you were cute, like an innocent little angel that he could take care of to make himself feel like the perfect gentleman. Of course when other girls had seen how he’d treated you, they’d all take notice of him.

Though his little scheme and use of having you be his little doll had all fallen apart when he’d found out from your brother that you’d be going abroad for the last 2 years of highschool. Some stupid study program that he’d not been listening to your brother go into detail about, all he cared about was how it would affect his rep. You’d be gone and that meant he’d have to protect his rep all on his own.

Upon returning to school after your departure Sunghoon found that there was no more work to be done, many girls had already set their eyes upon him, many girls including the principal's daughter. An opportunity that Sunghoon wouldn’t dare pass up on, after all the two of them would look perfect together.

Sunghoon and Julie had been dating ever since, him having officially asked her to be his girlfriend during graduation after their constant on and off. Sunghoon hadn’t expected that he’d have been questioning his decision within only hours of asking Julie to be his.

Both the parks and your family had been gathered together in celebration of their children having graduated. Each of them lost in their own conversations including Sunghoon who’d had Julie sat at his side, her head resting on his shoulder as she mindlessly scrolled through her phone. Sunghoons attention had been on some party that he and your brother had been talking about until his eyes caught sight of a girl sneaking up behind him. Sunghoon wanted to open his mouth to say something, but the girl almost instantly shushed him, making his mouth fall closed and his brows furrowed in confusion.

Your flight had just landed back in korea, having been abroad in italy for two years it felt almost weird to finally be back. You wondered how much had changed, if your brother had still hung with sung hoon, if he’d made any new friends or gotten himself a girlfriend. You yourself had surely changed, though still as shy and timid as you were, you had grown far more since leaving korea. You’d become comfortable in your own skin, that comfort leading to an endless fashion sense that knew no bounds and a heightened confidence. Your appearance surely gave that of an adult woman now. The only thing that hadn’t seemed to change about you had been your height.

When you’d finally arrived at the restaurant address you felt your nerves building up so much you thought they’d spill from your pores if they could. You hadn’t known why you’d suddenly grown nervous, maybe it was because part of you thought your brother had made new friends and completely forgotten about you. The moment you stepped inside your nerves only seemed to heighten as you spotted him sitting next to your parents, Sunghoon having been sat across from him though in that moment you were too focused on surprising your brother to realize just how much Sunghoon had also grown up.

“I can’t believe you’ve already started eating without me.” The sound of your voice makes your brother's head turn so fast you’d think he’d get whiplash.

“Yn!?” All of your nerves seem to wash away as your brother lifts you up into his arms and hugs you tightly. His little sister had finally returned home.

Sunghoon on the other hand was completely shocked to say the least, he hadn’t even recognized you when he’d seen you, but upon closer look he realized it had definitely been you. The freckles on your skin and beauty marks had given it away.

His little doll had grown up, maybe a little too much.

The rest of the dinner seemed to zoom by now that you had arrived. Everyone including your brother is listening intently to each of your stories from abroad, even your brother despite this being his night, your own graduation not for another week. Meanwhile Sunghoon found his thoughts drifting to other places, despite his girlfriend having been sat at his side engaged in conversation all he could do was look at you. How beautiful you looked sat across from him in your dress, your curls slicked back, with the lightest amount of makeup painted on your face. You were no longer just the sweet little girl from next door, or his best friend's sister, you were now in full bloom and he found himself taking notice of it a lot more.

The following night Sunghoon had shown up to your house to find you making your way out the door.

“Oh Sunghoon.” As distracting as your smile had been, Sunghoons had wandered everywhere but your face, taking in your outfit and every dip and curve as if he was to memorize it all.

“Nicos waiting for you upstairs.”

“Are you not staying?”

“Hm? Oh no I’m going out with a few friends but I’ll be back later tonight.”

‘A few friends’ you hadn’t even been in Korea the last two years so what friends could you have possibly known well enough to be going out with?

Sunghoon stood there quietly, his lips pressed together as if he wanted to say something but he decided to remain quiet.

“Oh he’s here.”

Sunghoon didn’t know what primal instincts had awoken in him all of a sudden, but upon hearing the word he spilled from your lips he’d sworn he saw a flash of red and his hand clasped around your wrist.

“I haven’t seen you in two years and you’re already leaving so soon.”

“Sunghoon is not like I won't be back, I’ll be here the next two days.” You respond by returning his gaze with one of your own, along with a smile. Seemingly you're completely unaware of the sudden shift in SungHoon's mood and expression.

If you had been anyone else you’d have melted under his gaze. Back then if he’d have told you to stay you would have without second thought, though now you had your own mind, and friends which meant he no longer had that control. Though he should have been happy to see you out making friends and growing out of your shell, he didn’t like it one bit.

His jaw clenched as he watched you walk away and slip into the cherry red car parked in front of your driveway.

Sunghoon knew it wasn’t right, lying to your brother that is but he couldn’t stop his curiosity from getting the best of him once he had found that the ‘friends’ you had been hanging out with consisted of 3 guys. Having found out from your instagram location where you were he’d lied to your brother and told him he had errands to run just to get out of hanging with him, all to get to you. Sunghoon watched from afar, how happy you looked bowling with them, how you would leap into one of their arms each time you scored a strike. It made his eyes twitch in annoyance. You had once been that way with him, back then he’d been the only guy you’d ever trust and now here you stood with three new friends not one female friend in sight.

He thought you were so stupid, so naive to trust anyone that wasn’t him. They didn’t know you as well as he had, nor had they taken care of you like he once did. So why is it that you had chosen to hang out with them over him and your brother?

Even as Sunghoon returned home he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Tomorrow he’d make sure he was the one you spent time with, not whoever the guys were from tonight. As his eyes peeked outside his window and landed upon your own he found you sitting in your bed with a book in hand. That was one thing that hadn’t changed about you at least, your late night reading habits that he’d always find himself admiring even back then.

He wondered if anything else about you had changed, if you’d ever thought about him in the ways he’s thought about you. If you’d ever touched yourself or thought about it to the thought of him or anyone else. Though the thought of you thinking of someone else with your hands on your pretty little body only seemed to piss him off and his thoughts began to form even worse scenarios. Have you given yourself to someone already? Have you done things with others while you were abroad? The thought of his sweet little doll, having her innocence stripped away by someone that wasn’t him made him sick to his stomach.

The following day you had kept your promise to sunghoon, your promise of spending time with him and your brother rather than going out. Sunghoon found himself wishing that it had just the you though, as much as he’d loved your brother he wanted to have you all to himself. Even if the two you hadn’t seen each other in years he didn’t like sharing you even if the person he was sharing with happened to be your brother. The moment your phone rang, stripping your attention away from the movie you’d been watching, Sunghoons gaze followed you as you pushed yourself up from the couch and walked off into the kitchen.

“A party? I don’t know… I promised my brother and his friend I’d spend time with them tonight.”

“Jake”

“Fine, what time does it end? I’ll just come when the two of them fall asleep.”

Sunghoon had heard the entire thing, having told your brother he had been going to the bathroom when in actuality was simply listening in on your phone call. He’d waited for the moment your brother fell asleep to glance over at you who’d already been glancing over at nico to see if he had fallen asleep. As your eyes shift to Sunghoon he closes his eyes, not wanting you to realize he’d been awake the entire time. They remained closed even as he heard the shuffling of your feet followed by the door opening and shutting. He moved pretty quickly, throwing the blanket off his body to the side and trailing your own movements right out the door.

Thanks to one of your little friends from the bleeding alley having posted the location of the party on his Instagram, Sunghoon found you with ease. Seeming to have found you just in time as one of your little guy friends had you throwing back drink after drink with his hand wrapped around your waist. Sunghoon had completely blacked out at that point. Completely missing the shocked and then frightened look on your face as a group of people had to force him off of the guy who he’d nearly beaten to death.

And now here he was dragging you from the party ignoring your whimpering and whining from the way his nails dig into your skin.

“Sunghoon you’re hurting me!” Finally snapping he slams you aside his car door, his arms caging you in between him.

“Are you fucking stupid? Do you even realize what could have happened to you?”

“It was only a few shots”

“Who made the shots? Did you make them yourself? Who asked you to take them or did you just volunteer to take them all on your own?” You immediately fell silent and that within itself was a given answer.

“Still as naive as you were then, nothing in your pretty little head. I swear it's just empty.”

“I’m not some little girl you can just order around anymore, Sunghoon.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I'm not your puppet, I know you were using me back then.”

“Using you?”

“For girls.”

“You think you’re such a smart sweetheart, I was taking care of you because you were my best friend's sister, exactly like I am now.” While his words themself had been a complete lie Sunghoons gaze and tone of voice had told a different story. He had a way of twisting and bending the truth that had always sounded believable to you. As manipulative as he had been you’d never realized because you had always given him the false title of yet another brother, someone that only wanted to protect you. Your false idle gazing blinded you to the fact that he was only ever manipulative and controlling when it had come to you.

“What would have happened if I’d not shown up and he’d done something to you? His hands were already on your waist. What's stopping him from going further?”

“He- he wouldn’t do that..”

“Then would he usually touch you like that?” Once again you feel quiet.

“You can’t trust everyone yn, you can’t expect everyone to take care of you like nico..like me.”

“I’m sorry. You’re right.”

His fingers gently brush across your cheek, as you stared up at him with apologetic eyes.

“Can you take me home?”

The entire ride back to your place had been silent. Sunghoon had left you feeling guilty for having left the house, while Sunghoon on the other hand had you exactly where he wanted to have you. Sunghoon now has furthermore things to dangle over your head if you’ve ever thought to break another promise to him. Something to use to his advantage if ever needed.

“Are you going to tell nico?”

“What if I did tell him? Tell him that his little sisters found new friends that have her drinking and throwing back shots when she hasn’t even turned 21 yet.”

“Please don’t tell him, please he’ll be disappointed.”

“Should have thought of that before you went out and did it, waited for him to fall asleep just so you could sneak out too.” Sunghoon sucks, hits teeth and shakes his head.

“Sunghoon.”

“I should tell your parents too, their daughter flew all the way just to party and drink with a house full of people I’m sure she doesn’t know.” Your subtle pleading turned into begging and Sunghoon felt something in him stir at the sound of you pleading for him not to say a word.

“Stay away from them.”

“What?”

“The guys from the party, stay away from them and ill keep your little secret to myself.”

“You can’t just tell me to-.”

“I wonder if Nico is awake now, I should call him. Tell him I’m on the way with you.”

“I'll stay away!”

“Perfect.”

From that night forward you kept your promise, Sunghoon made sure of it. He followed you everywhere, stalked your every social account, even stalked your schools official websites and updated socials once you had returned to school for graduation. He’d make sure that until the moment you returned home where he could keep a closer eye on you, that you’d keep your promise to not speak to any of them. He’d imbedded it in your head that neither of them could be trusted, that if it wasn’t him, the guy you’d known since the age of four you’d need to keep away.

[cup1dluvhss]

‎𓈒 ˖ ࣪ 𝜗𝜚 INTO YOU, (P2), written by cup1dluvhs

‎𓈒 ˖ ࣪ 𝜗𝜚 four years have passed since you last spoke to hamzah, and you still think about him. claire and you remained friends, and one day you decided to to meet her to collaborate with another vlogger you had never heard of before. somehow, it all led you back to him.

| warnings: flirting, fluff, kind of dirty talking (subtle) bad language

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four years had passed since your appearance on freakshow, and you still thought about that day. not because it was the best day of your life or anything, but because it was the day you met him. maybe it was weird the way you still thought about hamzah the way you did, but you had never had a crush like that before.

yes, you were completely over it, but a part of you will always feel sad or uncertain when you remember how he never dm’d you, or made any effort to still talk to you, which would of been easy considering you and claire had gotten closer and closer as the months went by.

speaking of claire, her voice rang out from the other side of the room in a scream-yelp which had you jumping out of your skin.

‘fuck, claire!’

claire had come to toronto from the us to hang out with you for a little bit, and to make some content together. she was currently staying in your apartment, and she was making her presence known.

‘sorry, this fucking straightener….burned me.’ she said, examining her hand which was in front of her face, before shaking it in the wind, hopping around a little. whatever makes the pain go away, then.

today, you’d be meeting up with claire’s friend mandy to do a shopping vlog, which was convenient considering you were in desperate need of new clothes.

you’d never heard of mandy before, but you only hoped she was nice and claire wasn’t lying about her to make you tag along. but, you weren’t going to let her down and you knew she hadn’t just come to toronto to see just you.

‘you ready?’ you asked her, her head nodding as she grabbed her purse off the table and followed you out the door, and to the elevator.

the two of you got into your car when you made your way down into the car park, and put in the directions into the gps, claire instantly connecting her phone to the bluetooth to play music.

when you arrived, mandy, claire’s friend, was already waiting in the mall for the both of you.

‘hi, i’m mandy!’ the brunette girl said enthusiastically as she made her way up to the both of you, engulfing claire in a hug as she introduced herself to you.

‘y/n, it’s so nice to meet you.’ you said sweetly, the three of you turning your backs and beginning to walk, claire and you fixing your hair as mandy pulled the camera out.

the next two hours were spent laughing, filming, and doing stupid shit purely for the sake of the vlog. it was safe to say you loved mandy, and you could definitely see why claire liked her and talked about her so much. you were disappointed when mandy’s boyfriend had arrived, you all had to make your way back down to the car park.

‘we have to do this again sometime.’ mandy said, giving you both a one-handed hug as she opened the car door and stepped inside, before it drove off leaving you and claire behind.

‘well, he didn’t want to stop and chat i guess.’ you said through a laugh, acknowledging how fast the car had drove away.

‘who, martin?’ claire said, turning to you as you both walked toward your car, opening the passenger seat as you went around the other side and hopped into the car.

‘—is that his name?’ you asked, and claire nodded, a smile on her face.

‘y/n, he’s hilarious. that was probably a joke or something, the whole car thing. he has a youtube channel.’ claire said, buckling herself in as she handed you her phone with a youtube profile open on it.

you eyes scanned the page, and you almost choked on the air you inhaled when you saw who was next to martin in all of the thumbnails that were shown. it was him, after four years, still looking the exact same.

‘claire, is that?—‘ you asked hesitantly, pointing at the screen as she looked away for a minute, as if contemplating answering your question.

‘hamzah? yep. that’s how i know mandy. i met her through martin and hamzah after i played fortnite with them this one time for a video.’ claire said, playing with her fingers, her voice barely a whisper.

‘why didn’t you say anything?’ you asked her, turning your body toward her, your eyes narrowing at her slightly.

‘because i know you kind of like him, y/n. and i don’t want you to because i honestly think you could do so much better. i told him that when we had you on freakshow years ago, and that if he dm’d you i’d murder him.’ claire said, her words making your eyes widen every time she got a new sentence out. you hated to say it, but you were mad.

‘are you kidding?’ you asked her, and she shook her head to say no, and you simply leaned back in your seat and scoffed.

‘for fucks sake.’ you muttered under your breath, rolling your eyes as you pulled out of the parking space.

‘y/n, i’m sorry. i was fifteen and stupid. i still think you could do better, but i shouldn’t have gotten involved. i—‘ claire began, getting ready to continue, before stopping abruptly.

you turned to her, waiting for her to continue, your eyes glancing from her to the road, hands gripping the steering wheel.

‘he knows i’m staying with you, and he wanted to see you again. i didn’t want to tell you, but now i guess i have to, don’t i?’ she said, running a hand through her hair as your heart began beating.

‘he wants to see me?’ you asked again, your brows furrowed as you continued your glancing back and forth at her and the road.

‘yeah, like—tomorrow.’ claire said, letting out a snicker as you turned to her with a look of disbelief on your face.

‘and you tell me this, what, now?’ you said frantically, knocking your head against the back of the seat in frustration.

‘he invited us over to film something, mandy’ll be there too.’ claire said, clearing her throat to make it a bit less awkward for the both of you.

you were beyond pissed at her, but that feeling was slowly dissolving as you thought more and more about the fact that hamzah wanted to see you. after not a word exchanged for four years, all of a sudden he wants to meet you in person for the first time?

‘claire, i’m gonna kill you.’ you said, giving her a serious look after she burst out laughing so that she’d know you were serious.

the following day rolled around, and it was safe to say you don’t think that you’d ever put this much time into your appearance before. everything was perfect, your hair, your makeup, and your outfit. you knew claire would give you a bunch of shit for how good you were looking for something so casual, but you couldn’t have cared less.

‘he is so not worth all of that, y/n.’ claire said, rolling her eyes as you grabbed your keys and gestured her to follow you, choosing to ignore her for your own sanity.

the whole drive over you were at serious risk of crashing due to how nervous you were. all you could think about was how he’d react to seeing you, what you’d even talk about— the rest you didn’t wanna think about.

you’d just try to engage in conversation every now and then but talk to everyone else. laugh when everyone else does, and not be too bold with the niche tiktok references.

when you pulled into the apartment block parking lot, you took out a small mirror and made sure you were still looking the same when you left, claire letting out an exasperated sigh as she climbed out of the car.

‘oh, shut up.’ you said to her, following her as she made her way through the building and up a few stairs until she landed on a particular door, giving you no time to prepare yourself before she was knocking on it.

mandy opened the door, a wide smile on her face the second she saw the both of you standing there, opening the door wide enough for the two of us to step inside.

‘hey, thank god your both here. those two are driving me crazy.’ she sighed, running a hand through her hair as she led you and claire through the hall and into the main kitchen/living area.

your heart quickened pace when you saw hamzah standing in the corner of the room with martin, the two talking and chatting among themselves. the minute they heard claire clear her throat, both of their heads snapped in your direction and in that moment you wanted to run out of the room.

martin was the first to come up to the two of you and introduced himself to you before greeting claire. you felt even more nervous when you realised you were the outsider and they all knew each other, but martin was kind and threw in a few jokes here and there in your thirty second conversation.

hamzah stood awkwardly next to martin as he spoke to claire, and the minute your eyes wandered over to him his own met yours at a rapid pace. you smiled at him, biting the inside of your cheek when he copied your action.

‘long time no see.’ he said, zoning you out of martin and claire’s conversation as you both began your own. you nodded, clearing your throat.

‘well, we never actually met. but yeah, it’s been a while.’ you said, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as he nodded in agreement, a moment of silence falling between the both of you before he spoke again.

‘i wanted to talk to you, you know.’ he said, his brown eyes locking onto yours again, making it difficult for you to register what he had said. when it took you a second to respond, a small smile appeared on his face.

‘claire told me that she told you she’d murder you. why were you so scared of a fifteen year old girl, can i ask?’ you said, earning a laugh from him as he looked at the floor, before his eyes found you again.

‘i still don’t know, actually. i beat myself up over that a lot.’ he said, his voice not breaking for a second almost as if he didn’t realise exactly what he’d said.

did he just admit that he thinks about the fact he never talked to you regularly? you kept replaying his sentence in your head again to see if he meant something else, but no. nothing else came to your mind, and there was nothing else he could’ve meant by that. maybe he did mean it like that, and he was flirting with you, and suddenly, a surge of confidence overtook you, and you felt the need to flirt back.

‘really? you think about me a lot?’ you said, your sentence catching the attention of claire who was now speaking with mandy, her back turning to watch how hamzah’s mouth formed a smirk, his eyes widening slightly.

‘does that bother you, y/n?’ he asked you, your cheeks going a dusty pink the second the words left his mouth, his arms crossing over his chest. it was only now that you realised the height difference, which made you even more flustered.

‘only a little, considering you’ve done nothing about it.’ you said, surprising yourself even more than you already had with your first remark.

‘i’ll do something about it, if that’s what you want.’ he said, taking a step closer to you, only for claire to grab your arm and drag you away from him, into the kitchen area with mandy and martin.

‘hey, i was trying to have a conversation, if you hadn’t noticed.’ you muttered, earning an eye roll from claire as she bit her lip.

‘by conversation do you mean eye-fucking?’ claire said, catching martins attention as he briefly looked up at claire and offered you a look of fake-seriousness accompanied with a head shake which had you letting out a giggle.

within the next thirty minutes, mandy had decided to bake something and asked you and claire for help, and eventually hamzah and martin joined in too. now, there were five of you around a crowded counter top, each either mixing, blending, or cutting something.

you were working away at cutting strawberries when all of a sudden hamzah came back from washing his hands after an incident with one of the mixtures, his body positioned behind yours.

you hadn’t noticed he was behind you, so you backed up into him and let out a yelp, his hands instantly going to your waist to steady you. you swallowed, the feeling of his hands holding you tight sending shivers up your spine.

‘you can let go of me now, hamzah.’ you said, turning around to face him with the bowl of strawberries in your hand, ready for washing.

‘not a single thank you?’ he said, putting one of his hands on his chest dramatically as you scoffed, scooting past him to the sink with a smile on your face.

you were disappointed when claire got too tired and asked you if you could both leave. you had enjoyed hanging out with mandy, martin, and especially hamzah. everything that came out of his mouth felt like it was intricately designed to make you flustered.

you hugged mandy, and gave martin a smile before turning around the hamzah who was giving claire a hug.

‘thanks for saving my life earlier.’ you said sarcastically, watching him in awe as he looked at the floor with a smile, clearing his throat.

‘no problem. so, what do i get in return?’ he asked, catching you off guard slightly as you bit your lip, noticing how his eyes flickered down to your action for a split second.

‘my gratitude?’ you responded, hoping that was the answer he was looking for, fingers instantly going to your rings to play with them as a way to ease the tension that you felt in the air.

‘hm, how about your number instead? so you know i’ll actually talk to you this time and won’t regret it in the future.’ he said, watching as you smiled slightly, nodding at him as you took his phone out of his hand and typed out your number, entering it with a now wide smile on your face.

‘talk to you tonight, then.’ he said, giving you a wink that reminded you of the same one he gave you on that zoom call all those years ago.

the minute you stepped into the car, claire already in there waiting for you, you erupted into conversation as you opened your phone and told her all about what had happened.

‘oh my god, your totally hooked now, aren’t you?’ she said, slumping back in her seat as you bit your lip, starting the engine and rolling your eyes at her annoyed yet happy expression.

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There's No Going Back // Jey Uso x Reader

**Author's Note: Hiiiii, this is my first ever fic writing so go easy on me 🤭 but if you like this feel free to give me some more suggestions too! Happy reading!**

Plot -> Y/N catches her boyfriend of three years in their shared bed with someone else. When she goes to her best friend Josh’s to gather her thoughts and seek some consolation, she learns that’s not the only thing she’s going to find when she walks in the door…

Pairings -> Jey Uso x Fem!Reader (Y/N) Warnings -> Cheating (made up BF name), Cursing, Hickies, Oral Sex (Fem!Receiving), Fingering, Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Minors DNI

Word Count -> 3.4k

Nothing seemed to be going right for Y/N today. It started by her spilling hot coffee on her shirt at 6am, making her atrociously late to her morning meetings at work, followed by her getting written up for said tardiness, then being swamped with paperwork all day. She had yet to eat or drink anything (except for the other half of the coffee she didn’t spill on herself) and she. was. EXHAUSTED. All Y/N wanted to do was relax on her couch with her boyfriend Ben, whom she’d been dating coming up on four years in December, and let everything that transpired today slip from her mind as she laid in her man’s arms. That was not to be though, as the minute she turned the lock to enter her 2 bedroom apartment they shared she immediately sensed something was wrong. The scent in the air was different; she knew she hadn’t gotten any new candles or air fresheners lately so that wasn’t it. Perfume, she thought as she started assembling the pieces together, and it’s not mine. 

Y/N looked around the apartment. There was no sign of anyone here, no trace of another woman. She relaxed partially, still keeping the thought in the back of her mind, but feeling eased because she didn't see any evidence of an affair in her space. But she didn’t need to see it to confirm it, she heard it. A moan. Coming from the bedroom.

“Fuck Ben, I’m so close.” 

She stopped dead in her tracks, the blood in her veins had turned ice cold. No, there was no way, right? Ben wouldn’t throw away three years of our relationship like this. He’d never do that to her, he loved her. Right? This had to be a dream, right? 

Her feet moved before her mind understood what was happening. Y/N was walking on autopilot, directly to the room where she heard the female voice come from. She knew she didn’t need to see it, she had heard enough to confirm her suspicions already. But before she knew it she was standing in front of her bedroom door, and sure enough she was hearing everything she needed to let her know that this wasn’t a dream. Echoing noises of skin slapping, faint moans and groans, and whimpering rang through Y/N’s ear’s, but that didn’t stop her from twisting the knob on the door and silently cracking it open. She saw the unthinkable; Ben, her long-time boyfriend, had a random woman bent over the bed, their bed, and was fucking her in ways that were meant for Y/N and Y/N only. And the sight of it made her want to throw up.

Y/N couldn’t remember when she left the entryway to her bedroom. She couldn’t remember running out of the apartment and into her car. Hell, she couldn’t even remember sitting in standstill traffic on I-285. But she did do all of those things, because here she sat parked in front of her best friend Josh’s house. 

Josh, who she met years ago at a networking event in collaboration with her company and the WWE, was her go-to person. After that event, they quickly became the best of friends. They’d spend every chance they could together when he wasn’t on the road wrestling for hundreds of thousands of people, much to the disapproval of Ben. Ben never liked how much time Y/N wanted to spend with Josh when he was home, and he sure as hell hated how close the two were. Ben had started many fights with Y/N about Josh over the years and each time she assured him that there was never anything happening between the two; she had always shown Ben she was loyal to him and him only. And look how that turned out.

Before she knew it she was on Josh’s doorstep, the fall air in Atlanta feeling colder than usual to her, as she pressed the button on the Ring doorbell. It felt like hours of her standing there but only a couple minutes later and Josh was answering the door. He was shirtless, with basketball shorts loosely hanging around his waist. His hair was wet, like he had just freshly showered, and he smelled richly of his body wash and aftershave.

“Hey mamas, why didn’t you ca-,” he stopped mid-sentence. Josh knew the woman standing before him for 6 years, he knew everything about her. He knew when she was happy, when she was sad, when she was angry. And he definitely knew something was wrong now. But before he could ask further, she broke down in front of him.

“Ben, he.. I..” Y/N couldn’t even form the words to say it out loud, sniffling and letting out sobs trying to tell him what had happened, but Josh quickly figured it out and ushered her to the couch in his living room. He left her for a moment to grab her a water from the fridge, but immediately came back and sat next to her while she tried to describe the events that just unfolded. 

“I saw it,” she cried, “at first I thought-, at first I thought that m-maybe I was just h-hearing things. B-but he was f-fucking someone else. I-in our b-bed.” Josh opened his arms to her and she nestled her face in the crook of his neck, letting out loud sobs while he listened and embraced her. She doesn’t deserve this, he thought, she doesn’t deserve any of this.

Josh continued consoling Y/N and cooing reassuring words in her ear while she let out sobs against him. Josh had plans tonight to relax and unwind during one of the rare longer periods of time he had off, but now? Y/N was his number 1 priority and he was going to be here all night if he had to, just to make sure she was okay. Josh’s heart shattered hearing her cry over a man who 1. he never cared much for to begin with, and 2.  had broken his best friend’s heart. Josh wasn’t blind to the clear disdain Ben had shown him over the years, but he knew why he hated him so much. Ben saw what Y/N didn’t, that Josh was madly in love with her. Ben was afraid that Josh would try to take Y/N away from him, and if Ben hadn’t been in the picture he might’ve. But none of that mattered now; what mattered was being the person, the friend that Y/N desperately needed to be there for her. 

Lost in his own thoughts, Josh didn’t notice that Y/N had stopped crying and was lifting her head from the crook of his neck. She sniffled, and wiped her cheeks from the tears that coated them.

“Thank you, J. For letting me sabotage your evening and being here for me. I needed that.”

“Baby, you didn’t sabotage nothin’. I had no plans tonight. You know I’ll always be here for you. Always.” That pet name always makes her stomach do somersaults, but after the events of this evening she wasn’t able to react with a blush or a soft smile like she usually does.

“I just don’t understand why,” she vented, “why would he throw away our entire relationship like that? Like, did I do something wrong? Was it me? Was I not good enough for him?” “Y/N-”

“No, Josh, I don’t wanna hear any of that ‘you’re too good for him’ and ‘it’s his fault’ bullshit right now. Three years, Josh, three whole years I was with him, and he decides to fuck some random bitch in our bed all of a sudden? It had to have been me, there’s no way he-”

Her sentence was cut short by the feeling of Josh’s lips on hers. Maybe it was her emotions guiding her, but Y/N instinctively moved her lips in sync with his. Something about the way Josh’s lips felt against her own felt natural, normal even. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, they were friends after all and friends don’t kiss each other like this, but she couldn’t will herself to pull away. What felt like hours of the two sharing this intimate moment together lasted mere minutes, as Josh pulled away quickly realizing what he had just done.

“Y/N, I-i’m so sorry… I wasn’t thinking right, I- I shouldn’t have done that. But hearing you talk down on yourself like that just… I couldn’t take it. You’re just so incredible and I-” It was his turn to be cut off now, by Y/N giving him a swift kiss to stop his train of thought. Y/N’s lips hovered over his for a brief moment, daring Josh to close the distance between the two again. She watched his face show how much he was trying to control himself and giggled for the first time that night, her cheeks once rosy from her tears now turning color over the two’s moment they shared, and finally spoke up. 

“Don’t be sorry, J. If I'm being honest I kinda enjoyed it, and if I’m being more honest…” She leaned impossibly closer to him now, her lips brushing his as she whispered, “I wanna do it again.” That was all Josh needed to hear for him to crash his lips into hers, this time more desperate than before. He craved her, he needed her, and he wanted her to feel it too. His tongue brushed her bottom lip begging for entrance, causing her to smile into the kiss and denying him access. He was not going to let her tease him like this though, taking her bottom lip between his teeth and giving it a tug. The slight pain and mix of pleasure earned a gasp from Y/N, giving Josh an opportunity for him to slide his tongue inside as they battled for dominance. He used this distraction to pull her into his lap, Y/N now straddling his waist, as they continued to explore each other's mouths and bodies. Y/N’s hands were tugging on the ends of his mullet, earning low groans from him while his hand traveled from her waist to her ass and kneading it with his hands as she began to grind into him at a torturous pace. Josh was getting rapidly hard underneath her, and he could feel through the thin material of her dress pants rubbing on him that she was getting turned on as well. Sensing that they were enveloped in the heat of the moment Joshua pulled away, his hands still resting firmly on her ass while hers were still entangled in his hair. “Are you sure about this, Y/N? Because if we do this…”

“What, there’s no going back? We’re past that point now. I want this, I want you, I need you. Please, Josh, I want you to touch me.”

Josh sat up almost too fast, earning a gasp from Y/N and making her giggle into his neck as he lifted the two of them up and carried her to his bedroom. He gently laid her on his bed and crawled on top of her, kissing her softly before trailing his lips down her jaw and to her neck. He licked and sucked on the sensitive skin before finding the spot just below her right ear, where her soft moans she had before began growing louder. He had found her sweet spot, and he was going to make sure he marked it as his. Josh alternated between sucking and biting on the sensitive area until a bruise began forming at the surface. Admiring his work he nipped at Y/N’s ear and began whispering sweet nothings to her. Josh’s words and the feeling of his breath on her neck sent chills down her spine, and even more, her core to grow wetter by the second. She inadvertently bucked her hips at this, causing her to brush his hardening cock through his shorts.

“Relax mamas, Imma take good care of you,” he hissed, “just wanna admire you first.” Y/N lets out a breathy moan at this, while trying to fight every urge within her to not flip them over and take him right now. Sensing how needy she is for him Josh removes her shirt and unclasps her bra, leaving him in awe of the topless woman before him. Y/N, feeling his intense gaze on her, tries to cover herself with her arms but Josh immediately pins them above her head. “Never ever cover yourself in front of me, you understand baby? You’re too beautiful to hide yourself like that.” Y/N tries to nod in response but is immediately stopped by Josh wrapping his lips around her nipple, sucking and biting on it as Y/N throws her head back and tangles her fingers in his hair yet again. He alternates between each one, giving the same amount of attention to both and making Y/N’s head spin with pleasure. Josh is taking his time with her, and she is enjoying every second. He then trails kisses down her abdomen and makes his way to where she needs him most, wasting no time in removing her bottoms and coming face to face with Y/N’s pretty pussy glistening before him, because of him. “Oh poor baby, you’re soaked. Who made you this wet, hmm?” Y/N moans in response, and Josh lightly smacks her thigh. “Answer me, baby. Who did this?” Josh teases, knowing damn well he’s the reason why, but wanting it to come straight from Y/N’s mouth. “Y-you did, Josh. Please baby, do someth- oh fuck,” Y/N’s pleas are cut short by Josh licking a stripe through her folds, collecting some of her wetness on his tongue. “Mmm.. you taste so sweet, baby, you wanna try?” Josh trails two fingers along her pussy, gathering more of her juices before reaching them to her. Y/N doesn’t hesitate to wrap her lips around his fingers and suck her juices off of them, moaning around them as she does so. Josh groans as her cheeks hollow around his digits, feeling his cock harden at the imagination of her mouth around him. He focuses on her clit and continues to guide his tongue in ways Y/N has never experienced before, feeling that feeling in her stomach growing stronger with each flick of his tongue. She frees his fingers from her mouth and starts chanting his praises, as if she were worshiping the way he’s eating her pussy. His name falls from her lips like he’s her god, and her reaction to him only fuels him more. He inserts his tongue into her pussy, fucking her with his tongue and driving her wild. 

“Josh, please, don’t stop baby- oh fuck,” she whines as he adds a finger with his tongue and speeds up his movements, tongue and finger fucking her at a torturous yet unrelenting pace. Her pussy clenches around him, he knows she’s close, and he’s not stopping until his face is drenched in her cum. With his free hand he takes his thumb and rubs circles into her clit, the sensation causing her to arch her back off of the mattress and her thighs to tighten around his head. Before she can warn him the pressure in her stomach explodes, her vision turns white, and she’s shaking and moaning his name as she cums violently around his tongue. Josh had never seen a sight more beautiful than the way Y/N’s body reacts as she’s completely letting go. He wanted to capture that moment in his mind forever, and he wanted to do it again and again. Y/N slowly regained herself, catching her breath and beginning to relax her muscles while Josh licked every last drop of her up like his life depended on it. She shuddered at this, still sensitive from his work on her. After he was sure he had gotten every single drop of Y/N’s essence cleaned up, he proceeded to remove his shorts exposing his long, hard cock. Y/N admired the man before her in all of his glory, instinctively licking her lips as she attempted to sit up and return the favor. “Not tonight, mamas,” Josh cooed, “Tonight’s all about you. Gonna show you how much I love you, baby.” With this his lips found hers, but this time it was different. Something had changed between the two. This was no longer desperation, it was passion. Love. Josh used this moment of kissing her to tease her with his cock, rubbing himself along her pussy, before stopping at her entrance. They broke the kiss; foreheads touching, breathless, and staring longingly into each other's eyes. “No turning back now, right?” “Never,” Y/N whispered as he eased himself into her. The feeling of him stretching her pussy as he slipped inside, the way her walls fluttered and tightened around him and he pushed himself deeper, was unlike anything Josh or Y/N had ever felt before. It’s like they were made for each other, how he fit so perfectly inside of her was something you could only dream of. A series of moans were sung by them both as Josh’s cock completely bottomed out inside of her. After giving them both a second to adjust, he slowly eased his way in and out. Pulling out enough to leave just the tip inside, then all the way back in. Over, and over, and over, and over. Y/N’s hands traveled to Josh’s back and began digging her nails into skin as she threw her head back in ecstasy. Josh’s face found the crook of her neck and peppered kisses along the skin as he continued to make love to her.

“Fuck Y/N, so tight f’me. Feels so good wrapped around me, baby.” His thrusts picked up tempo, but not too fast. Josh wanted to savor this moment; he wanted to live in this feeling of him stretching her out forever, but he also knew it was taking everything he had to hold in his urge to cum on the spot. But his need for her to cum around him right as he was emptying himself into her motivated him into holding on just a little bit longer. He bucked his hips up into her sharply and Y/N arched her back and moaned his name loudly as her nails dragged down his back. Knowing he had now found her spot, he wasted no time in hitting it with every single thrust. Y/N could barely contain herself- she was a mess underneath him. She couldn't utter anything other than Josh’s name, and hearing it only drew him closer to the edge along with her. “I never want to hear you doubt yourself ever again mamas, you understand me?” He grunted in her ear, “You deserve the world baby, and I’m gonna give it to you. You’re mine now, understand?” “Fuck yes, I’m yours baby. I’m yours. Josh, I-” 

“I know, I know, I’m close too princess. Cum with me, I gotchu.”

Y/N lets go more viciously than the last, and the tightening of her pussy as she cums around him is enough to have Josh moaning her name in her ear as he fills her with his cum, still moving his hips as he fucks his seed into her. Y/N is still riding the high of her orgasm, whimpering with every thrust he makes. On his way down from his, he slows his movements inside her and rests his forehead against hers. They’re both dripping in sweat, but none of that matters as they lock eyes and catch their breath. It’s silent, but a comfortable silence. 

Josh pulls out of her and Y/N sighs, feeling empty without him inside of her as he lies down next to her and pulls her into his arms and both close their eyes. Whatever fallout happens from the events of today will have to wait until tomorrow, right now all that matters is them. Both realize the gravity of this moment, both know their friendship just changed forever, and both know that there’s no going back now.

And that’s perfectly okay with them.

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What the Tide Brings In (Part 3)

A/N: It has not come up yet, but since it’s sort of relevant in this part, I will say it now. At this point of the story, we are pre-canon. Feyre has not been born yet, Amarantha has not established herself in Prythian and (most relevantly) Nostrus is still High Lord of Summer

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

Velaris is beautiful any time of day, however, especially when experiencing it for the first time, it is at its best at night. This is a fact you became immediately aware of as you stepped outside and saw the city for the glittering jewel that it was. Adriata, your former home before Nostrus’s forces ran you out of it, paled in comparison. The day of the Summer Solstice could not even compare to a normal night here.

“This isn’t anything like the stories you hear about this court” you said, eyes scanning about, having difficulty deciding what to linger on. “Caution starting to make sense.”

“We’ve kept this place safe for thousands of years,” Azriel explained.

You saw why and said as much.

“Forgive me for my original treatment of you, we’ve just never had-“

“Anyone wash up like a dead fish before?” You finished.

“I- That’s not the phrasing I would use,” Azriel said, a little flummoxed.

“Why not?” you said, “it’s an accurate comparison.”

Azriel, who was usually calm, cool and collected, found himself floundering - for lack of a better term - in how to react to you. You’d never told him outwardly, but with help from his shadows and his own deductive skills he could guess at the bloody path that had brought you here. He didn’t want to say or do anything that would trigger you back into that small, withered state he had seen.

He knew you were from Summer. You’d told him. But, even if you hadn’t, he would have been able to tell. The Summer Court was written all over you. He figured a life swashbuckling at sea would do that, but he found himself in silent awe of you.

A little spot of sun in the center of Velaris’s beautiful night.

He did not want to see it dim.

“So,” he said, silently regaining his composure, “what would you like to see first?”

You tapped your finger to your chin, thinking. “You know, I have a tradition that I do every time I visit a new city.”

Azriel cocked his head, “what’s that?”

The wicked grin that split your face was as fast as it was blinding as you said, “this,” and tore off running down the street.

Azriel blinked once in surprise, and that was more than enough time for you to gain plenty of ground. For someone with sea legs, you had some pretty strong land ones too.

Momentary surprise gone, Azriel tore off after you in confused pursuit. Had he made a mistake? Did you trick him? Had he just revealed the greatest secret of his Court to an enemy?

Velaris’s citizens exclaimed and pushed out of both of your ways, confused and intrigued by the chaotic interruption of their evening.

You, still running, turned your head over your shoulder and smiled at Azriel, challenging.

Then you banked into an alley and through a side street.

Azriel set his shadows loose after you, unfurling his massive wings and taking to the skies to scan the ground for you.

You looked behind you, watching a wave of sentient darkness sloshing through the alleyways behind you and you laughed, banking left then right quickly, slamming into and pushing yourself off the walls to keep your momentum going.

The shadows were quick though, and were gaining ground. So you found an opening in the side streets, running out into the road and then into the marketplace palaces.

With the tight quarters, masses of people and fragile stalls of wares, the shadows peeled off, returning to their master in the air.

Playing, they said.

Azriel huffed and picked up the pace.

The Palaces were packed with people and you unfortunately had to slow a little bit. You kept glancing over your shoulder, searching for some trace of Azriel behind you. You thought you saw him by a handmade jewelry stall, but the tall male turned his head and you saw he had a beard. You thought you saw his shoulder, pushing through the crowd, but your frantic eyes refocused and it was just the dark edge of a stall. You felt a hand brush your wrist and looked up, seeing instead a female and her large collection of shopping bags. She apologized and you assuaged her worries with a smile.

Breathing easier, and walking slower, you wandered through what you would eventually learn was the Palace of Bone and Salt and snatched a stick of prepared fish to munch on when no one was looking. You smiled to yourself as you took a bite, exiting the market squares at a leisurely pace.

Jarringly you were grabbed by the wrist and spun around, almost like dancing, coming face to face with the shadowsinger.

“Thief. You have to pay for that,” he said, voice low in a way your traitorous body seemed to like. He did not sound angry, however, far from it. There was a little quirk to his lips.

“It’s a shame,” you said, taking another bite of fish, “that I don’t have any money. Spot me?”

Azriel huffed to disguise a laugh, but you caught it, before he said, “wait right here, troublemaker, I’ll be right back.”

“Where would be the fun in that?” you asked, coyly.

“Stay.”

Unbidden, a shiver ran up your spine. So you did, turning your head so he wouldn’t notice the flush on your cheeks.

You had every intention of staying put as you finished your ill-gotten snack. But as soon as you tossed the stick attached to the thing, you turned your head and saw it.

The port of Velaris was instantly your favorite thing about the city. Boats of all sizes meandered in the bay, smaller vessels winding up and down the river. Every boat had some kind of faelight on it, lighting the marinas and the water below them like stars of their own.

The Summer Court, when discussed, often brought to mind sunshine and blindingly beautiful days on the beach, but that was only a small part of it. You never dwelled inland in Summer, the water called to you too much for that, but there were countrysides and forests in Summer. Things different from the common conception of the Court. Just because the reputation called for bright sunny days, doesn’t mean that was all there was. You’d have been lying if you said you weren’t enamored with the way the stars and moon danced across the water. You were the one your crew always counted on for the night watch. They used to anyway…

You pushed the thought and ache away as best you could, not wanting it to discolor the beautiful sight ahead of you.

You loved Summer, it’s where you grew up. You’d spent three centuries under her sun. But often at night, you’d caught yourself wondering if there was something or somewhere else you were supposed to be.

Staring out at that port, even with a sense of grief and dread pulling at your heart like a rusted anchor, you felt at peace. You felt at home.

“I thought I’d told you to stay,” Azriel teased as he arrived at your side.

His voice shook you out of your mind and you smiled up at him. “And I thought everything about me would have told you that I struggle following orders.”

“Fun little stunt you pulled back there, you had me thinking I’d made a mistake letting you out.”

You held a hand to your chest, gasping, “Mother above! The great shadowsinger, Azriel, making a mistake?! Perish the thought!”

“Funny,” he said, lacking emotion. But there was a small grin on his face as he flicked your nose.

“Assault!” you teased before laughing, leaning your arms on the roped fencing separating the cobblestone street from the steps and docks below. “I knew you’d catch up, I just wanted to make you sweat a little.”

“Got that,” Azriel chuckled, then he followed your eye-line out to the water. “See something you like?” There was a small sense of apprehension that crept into his voice.

It took you a flush inducing second to realize what he’d been talking about, and once you recovered, you leaned your chin on your hand, watching the water wistfully.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Better than Summer’s ports?”

“Much.”

Azriel hummed, watching the water in silence with you.

“You know, if you like, I could put in word for you down here,” he said softly.

“How do you mean?” you asked, turning to him this time.

“However you want. If you want a job, or a ship to sail back with,” he listed, though something in his voice on the second option sounded sad.

You weren’t sure you were ready for sailing yet. Not this soon. Your throat closed a little just thinking about it. Sailing was a part of your soul, you could not imagine, even with your grief, that you could live without it. You’d return to it someday, but… You needed some time.

Summer wasn’t home anymore, you couldn’t go back. Besides, something about being here - something that actually had nothing to do with the male beside you, though he was a plus - felt right. Like something more than a mating bond had brought you here.

“I’d like that.”

“Yeah?” Azriel sounded deflated, or at least, you imagined he was.

“A job I mean. I’d like to stay. That is if the ever so gracious and protective spymaster would allow me to.”

Azriel actually brightened, “that can be arranged.”

This one was so fun to write! Hope you enjoyed!

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The Stray (Part 1)

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

This is a short 4 part series, written for, and inspired by my good friend @justalotoffanfiction. All four parts are already written/edited and ready for posting.

The story idea was hers, I just ran with it (with her consent 😘) Her blurb that inspired this story:

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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The Stray

Late Autumn, 1986

Eddie hadn’t meant to get involved. Not really. He just happened to be in the right place… no, the wrong place… at the right time. Outside the gas station just past Forest Hill, trying to coax his van into not dying completely, when he saw you.

At first, he didn’t even recognize you. You were hunched over near the payphone, arms wrapped tight around yourself despite the thin coat that clearly wasn’t yours. Too big, too worn, and not in a fashionable way. You looked small. Tired. Like you’d been crying for a long time but had run out of tears.

Then you looked up.

Recognition hit him like a jolt of electricity to the spine. “Shit.”

You were that sweet, pretty girl from his government class last year. Always polite, always with a smile when you passed him in the halls, even when no one else dared to. He remembered the boyfriend, too. Some golden boy from the track team with a temper that was anything but golden. Rumors swirled. Eddie always figured they were true, but never had proof.

Until now.

He didn’t even think before walking over, voice soft, eyes scanning for bruises. "Hey... you okay?"

You blinked at him, dazed, like you hadn’t even realized anyone was there. Your mouth opened, but no words came out. Just a soft noise, half apology, half relief.

"Alright," Eddie said gently, already taking off his denim jacket, "that’s a no. C’mon, sweetheart. You’re freezing."

You didn't argue.

~~~

By the time he got you home… his home… you’d said maybe ten words total. But it didn’t matter. Uncle Wayne was working the night shift again, and Eddie knew how to play nursemaid better than most people would think. He gave you a blanket, some dry clothes, and a mug of cocoa so sweet it was more sugar than chocolate.

You sat curled up on the far end of the couch, looking like a kicked puppy, while Eddie paced. Fuming. Not at you. At the asshole who had clearly left marks you were trying to hide.

"You don’t have to tell me anything," he finally said, rubbing a hand over his face. "But... if you want to stay here tonight… hell, longer… I’m not gonna kick you out. Wayne won’t either. Man’s a sucker for sad doe eyes and broken souls."

You looked up at him, startled.

Eddie grinned faintly. "That’s how he ended up with me, after all."

~~~

Wayne came home just past three in the morning. Eddie had fallen asleep in the recliner, a book half-open on his chest. You were still on the couch, curled into the blanket like you were trying to disappear. The TV buzzed softly with static.

Wayne stood in the doorway for a second, taking it in. Then he sighed, loud and fond.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “Another stray?”

You blinked awake, looking panicked, but he just gave you a small nod and trudged toward the kitchen for coffee. “S’alright, darlin’. You don’t gotta run. Just tell me you don’t eat like Eddie… boy puts ketchup on spaghetti.”

“One time!” Eddie groaned from the recliner, not even opening his eyes.

Wayne just chuckled, warm and easy, like it was the most natural thing in the world to find someone new asleep in their living room.

And maybe... maybe it was.

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[darkdemeter]

MY SUMMONING

⚤ College student!Wanda Maximoff x GN/Female/Male demon Werewolf!Reader 18+ SMUT, MDNI — (gn/f/m) reader with a dick — monster fucking — female oral receiving — long demon monster tongue can do many things — unprotected p in v sex — some profanity — *cough* laundry mutt!reader — I think that's it? ✎ 4.5k Reincarnated love can be a bitch when you're stuffed into an ancient pocket dimension for thousands of years because the peasants reviled and scorned you. How you've yearned to return to her, promising that one day you shall join her side again as her faithful, shadowed acolyte. Now awoken to reunite with your master on the night where her magic is most potent to release you from your prison, you're summoned by her... but not her. No matter. A lover is a lover, and your love is eternally devoted to her. Now to consummate it at long last.

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No. There was no way this is happening. No way! This was all meant to be some stupid little joke… 

Alright, maybe dabbling in the assortments of witchcraft and old leather-bound tomes written in an ancient language wasn’t the best of pranks to pull, but it was Halloween and Wanda wanted to have her own fun tonight. 

She doesn’t have to read the room hard to know she was practically fifth wheeling through her Halloween night. Steve and Peggy, the all-dream couple on campus, while Bucky and Nat were in the beginning prime of their relationship. Yes, both were pretty popular and many people thought their couplings adorable — if not envious of the partner — but Wanda couldn’t help but feel like an outcast all night long. She’s been following them around, attending a party or two, getting up to crazy shenanigans that ought to land them all a night behind bars until bail.

No. Wanda Maximoff, one of the brightest students in her major’s class, likes to dabble in… odd things. Peggy and Nat both knew of this certain attraction of hers, but it had been a rather closely guarded secret until now.

Breaking into the old burnt down chapel off the corner of Main Street, surrounded by the old, white picket fence, hadn’t seemed like a half-bad idea. 

All fun and games until Wanda approached the podium where a dusty casing of leather sat, singed but untouched by the long forgotten fire. The yellowed, toughened skin of parchment paper crackled and rumpled with each turn over, her green eyes almost glowing with renewed fascination. She stopped at the book’s center when something caught her attention. Her eyes slip to widen a little at the sketching of a large, looming form of a wolf creature whose entire head bears only its skull, standing on its hind legs behind the regal figure of a loosely-clad robed woman. The image itself was intimately intoxicating to look upon. Something about it was pulling her to silently read over the daggered calligraphy. The woman’s illustrated body conveys what her drawn features lack; a postured body of contentment. Security. Lustful wanting. 

And the tall creature before her stood proudly. Protectively. Equally wanting and willing. 

The soft pad of her finger runs over the drawing, stroking the blackened detailing of the fur and skull face. Blooming deep in her abandoned, she feels that awakened need that begins to throb between her thighs and forces them to push together quickly, embarrassed with a warm glow in her cheeks. 

While Peggy had urged that she leave the book and its ominous being there alone, she had been outranked by the other three who egged her on.

How could she say no? What harm could come from an obvious prop of the occult? As if a place so holy could harbour anything dangerous. With a cheeky grin, eyes slowly moving back and forth between her friends and the page she read from, she began to read aloud the incantation. 

Before the very collective eyes of four witnesses, the surrounding candles sizzled with rekindled life, a singular flame dancing on each blackened wick before it would throb dimly in their warm arousement. A copied sensation Wanda felt herself able to relate to. 

“Wanda…” Peggy whimpers, unsure. Steve only pulled her closer to him but made no intent in stopping Wanda as she continued to recite the chant. 

The old chapel is awakened with a deadly, hollow breath, howling ominously in a deep and thunderous wind that travels through the marrow of bones and tenses the muscles. The air eagerly lapped and ravished at them, as if tasting them on its non-existent tongue. 

The rattle of the ancient, relic urns chattered on their shelves beneath a baritone of a rumble that became suspiciously familiar to a growl, that of a predatory beast. Wanda’s hair whipped around to almost blinding her vision but she feels like she’s incapable to stop, that whatever force pulled her in the first place has full control over her, that even if she wanted to — and she doesn’t — she couldn’t stop. 

Not until her words and voice enunciate the final lyric of whatever summoning spell she reads. 

“Come hither, loyal acolyte, silhouette and blackened, come back to your vengeful pedestal upon the earth — I beckon you from your voided prison, answer my summoning!”

Behind the knowledge of Wanda’s awareness, the visage of an animal skull formed in a smoky apparition finally pushed her friends to flee.

“Fuck this!” Bucky shouts, pulling Natasha with him until his grip is white knuckled around her wrist. Steve mimics the action and sentiment with Peggy. Each of their screams joined the territorial growls and roars as they ran to the cellar’s exit. 

“Wait—!” Wanda’s hand stretches out, gripping for her friends pleadingly only for the cellar door to boom loudly as the doors slam to a close. 

The air feels cold around her yet so thickly laced, it shrouded her in darkness despite the many candles lit around her. Behind her, tendrils of grappling mist form into spiraling columns that wrap and weave together into a crafting tower, silent with a voice she hears as a mere whisper. Your fur manifests in this realm with a bristled motion and your ears immediately twitch, perking up at each minute breath she utters in her shell-shocked state. 

Your master.

Oh, how long it has been since you last graced her beauty, her powerful aura and taken her into your enveloping hold. For too long she has been away from you. A tiny, coiled rasp akin to a curious, predatory purr emits from the chasm of your large chest. 

Wanda’s voice feels raw, stretched thinly by the grimoire’s spell and her hand delicately moves to pet and stroke it but a figment of lithe, cold clawed fingers beat her to it. 

A gasp hiccups in her throat as her head is tilted back slowly. Her eyes meet glowing balls of flame within the hollow frame of shallow eye sockets. A chiseled and grizzly face of a skull decorated with small cracks and a gaping maw revealing the serrated blades of teeth, moistened with an oily slick from a long, black limb of a tongue. 

No way…

You make the sound of that grinding, off-note purr again, louder to reach her ears. “Milenec…”

Odd as it was to feel an inkling of acknowledgement to the term. It sounds so… endearing. Like she’s heard it before but not in this lifetime. The aspect of a time before her existence here and now is brought into question immediately. 

“Y-you can talk…” she chokes out through a whispered breath, “What are you?”

“Milenec…  it  is  me.” You let her slip from your grasp where she stumbles back, the rise of her heels clobbering against the cellar flooring like loud cracks of thunder. Your body moves unlike any natural thing on this earth. It contorts, twisting and bending in places that shouldn’t. 

You body arcs and crosses over the podium with slinking ease, the wispy nature of your fur bellows in airy streams akin to the warp of fire and your long tail follows you as a trail of smoke; your body pushed and pulled like a magnetic charge between this realm and the next, there are forces at work that attempt to banish you and hold you grounded here. 

“Don’t  you  remember  me?” 

“I don’t understand,” Wanda mutters. With a tilt of your large head that furls your ears with a flop, you speak with a guttural enunciation. “You  freed  me,  Master. For  so  long  I’ve  waited,  trapped  in  the  void. But  you  kept  your  word. You  summoned  me.”

“I-I… that was… that was just a joke, I d-didn’t mean to—”

“But  you  did.” Low and unwavering is your tone, musing to and fro within the fabrication of vocalisation. 

You stalk closer until the bony bridge of your skull bows down to meet her at eye level. “And  now  we  can  finally  be  together…”

“Properly…  consummate  our  love.” 

What?

Wanda stumbles back, nearly caving in on her heel in her blind stun but the shadowy appendage of your tail wraps her and draws her in closer so that her breasts meet the glistening grotesque of your tongue. 

Long and expressive, it explores the exposure of her cleavage, tasting the warm dew of her skin and a thrumming growl rattles in your ribcage like bones being shaken in a hollow encasement. 

With a quivering breath, Wanda sighs, caught in the midst of this awakened desire and her need to get away. “I’m not—Ah… who you think I am…”

Pulling away and bumping the skinless mouth of your face against her cheek, you huff. The tattered, darkened rings hidden deep within the sockets of the skull move like muscled skin. A cursed deformity? 

An indication that you were once something more? 

The visceral shade of glowing amber shines ominously bright like a flame tempered angrily.

“A  reincarn…” The words speak as an echoing drawl that overlaps together. “But  my  Milenec  all  the  same…  my  mate.”

“M-mate?” Wanda stutters and you nod with a low purr. 

Had her dabbling in magic really cost her this time? For all her friend’s pleading to reconsider her less than tame rituals and practices, she truly opened the genie bottle on this one. And that genie happened to be a mystical entity hellbent on her being someone someone it knows. A reincarnate. 

Wanda cannot exactly place it within herself, but there is a certain cadence of allure in your words. Your profession that you and her are meant to be together. She’s felt so lonely as of late after her messy breakup with her ex. Feeling unwanted and pathetically isolated, believing that nobody else wanted her because of her taboo hobbies. 

But to think that this… creature wants her. She feels like it’s a sort of lust yearning to break free of herself. That this is right. That you’re meant to be. 

Your hands move to cradle her jaw, her visage cutely small compared to your hands. Her breath comes in light pants. “May  I…  kiss  you,  Milenec?” 

When Wanda had arrived back at her dorm room, she mostly expected it to be barren of her roommate after what occurred tonight. No doubt staying with Bucky. Her plump lips still reside with this vibrating tension after the kiss you shared. It was exotically powerful, submissively contained despite the ravenous hunger she could all but feel course through your materialised body. 

The grimoire sat on her dresser, a foreboding piece of occult just laid out in the open. You advised her to take it with her.

“It  was  yours.  Take  it.”

From the vessel of her sleeping form, you emerge as the figment moving through the shadows, a tainted mass like water in oil. The native, lesser darkness submits beneath your imposing will, threatened by you. As a wayward spirit now marking your haunting claim to this new territory, you drift around your surroundings under an inquisitive note to investigate. 

Your master is… different. She must be that of a reincarn. The loss of her memories — the loss of you — and in the matter that the world has changed so much since you were last summoned to this realm. Only the telltale sign of your presence leaves your shadow out in the open view, under the protruding light of the moon painted over the wall. 

Before you, your hand muses between the phases of existence, taking care to be gentle when your claw pokes and plucks at a button eye of a stuffed toy of a bear. You recall young village girls who made their comforting friends from old straw, ragged scraps of hemp and linen thread. Witches of the craft also used similar ingredients to create dolls, giving them onto you to then find and slaughter them. Ah, those were the days you were admired as a god. A deity of the dark and the shadows, where your name was uttered on the faint whisper of fear and gasped aloud in seek of repentance. 

Then your beloved summoned you, bound you in the sustained chains of her servanthood, and despite your nature to feel angered because of your entrapment; you admired the raw power she held. Together, you both would be unstoppable. In pledge of your divine protection and loyalty, she would bed you and settle your every carnal desire. She announced her soul yours to take in exchange that you would in turn serve as her faithful acolyte, the fonted source behind her increasing magic. 

A woman after your own heart. No other witch of her time had made such an offering so appealing. Usually they slew a few mortals as a sacrifice or the odd bassinet that cradled a babe surrounded by small, dead birds; all to ask your favour and to surrender a portion of your power to make them powerful.

You’re not sure why these women thought you’d have such need for innocent, infant souls. But you made their treachery pay for their disgusting insinuation. Nor did you ever condone the contracts over the young. A foul entity of the void but one with a consciousness. That was what your true followers came to understand. 

Brought back to the present you stand before the mirror of Wanda’s vanity. Small framed adornments hang by an invisible force that you decree is faulty magic, based on how easily it wanes upon touching it with the graze of a single clawed finger. Your mistress smiles in each one, some with the company of who you presume to be her followers, and others she is alone; in wait for your shadow to loom hazily in the next frame. 

This modern age still confounds you but you will learn it. And with it, you will have all knees bend before your master. You will finally sate one another as you both promised for an eternity. Beside the vanity sits a woven basket. You come completely from the cloak of your phantomhood when the smell hits you. A strong odor exudes from it and you curiously click the lid open. The scent wafts higher, more intense and your core awakens with arousement. You can smell the intensity of her on the used clothes. The nose hole of your skulled face inhales  deeply, sharply with a wheezing crackle. Your tongue laps at the soaking patch of her recent loins, groaning at the way hunger consumes you. 

Your ears rattle with a perked flicker at the piercing chord of Wanda’s softened whine. Your head swerves to peer over your shoulder, a penetrative gaze of two smoldering fires set upon her. How beautiful she looks, the blanket pooled to her stomach, revealing the sculpt of her form, a less than orderly top clinging to her loosely and barely concealing the spill of her breasts. 

As a misted cluster of wavering smoke, you saunter towards her until you stand over her at the side of the bed. Your head cranes on a tilted axis as you examine her closely. Her brows scrunched together, troubled and her body struggles and writhes pathetically, more so as she whines and moans breathlessly under the stir of her slumber. A low rumble vibrates in the chasm of your chest that it echoes deeply. 

Her hips jerk and she lets out another pitiful sound. She’s needy…

She  yearns  for  us…

She’s  ready…

It’s  now  our  time…

With one hand you cup her at the apex between her thighs and she shivers, hips jumping forward into your palming embrace. You growl with a low-edged timbre, desire taking hold of you. You feel the cool dampness soak her panties much like the ones in the basket and her smell… it takes every single sin of yours to remember not to ravish her outright lest you tear her open. 

She continues to move against the wide spread of your hand, rubbing herself on you. Her muscles go rigged with each needy roll of her hips and her throat constricts around her mumbled phrases and wanting sounds. 

She  needs  us…

You intrude two long fingers beneath the thin fabric of her panties, your thumb having sought out her clit. You run along her folds with tantilising motion, teasing. Your master gives a low, sulky moan in turn. Her legs spread further apart to welcome you, accommodate your invading advancements and her breath quickens that her breasts become strained against her top. How you’ll tear it off her in due time. Nothing will keep you apart an longer, nothing else shall hinder you from bearing witness to her naked body pinned beneath you or when she takes her place above you; to spear herself on the throne that is your cock. She will come to remember her manners, her power and then… nothing will remain in your path. You two shall be unstoppable. 

You push the two fingering appendages past her moist folds and she gasps curtly, her spine arching beautifully from the mattress. Finally, she’s embracing that which is long overdue. Your thumb rolls her cli in slowly drawn circles, pressing with a touch of firmness to let her know your toying is an act to please. 

Her name parts through her agape lips and her dark lashes beat with a sleepy flutter, unaware completely to what transpires. 

“Milenec…” you purr. The darkened dart of your tongue slides over the maw of your bony teeth, wishful to savour her taste. You lower yourself at her side, your other hand moves up, caressing the temple of her body until it reaches the nape of her neck. Your jaw cracks and pops, a wiry whisper of breath lashes through the hollow of your throat and your tongue extends further from your mouth. Still fingering her velvety insides until she’s coating you with her arousal, her clit thrumming with a lively pulse, your tongue becomes integrated into the pleasurable mix. 

You grunt and moan with a thousand resounding echoes bouncing back and forth between the walls. You taste the sweetened dew of her skin, its slight tang of salty residue. It slides over the slim plane of her stomach, caressing the creased threshold of her legs right near her navel and then upwards. The damned fabric offends you in your aroused exploration. Your tongue slips beneath its material hem and travels between her breasts, rippling for a moment before tearing the top down its middle. Her nipples become stiff, erected by the sudden chill that riddles her skin with goosebumps. 

Her chorus of moans spurs you on. The inky tendril of your tongue glides over each breast, playful with both nipples until you leave a shiny gloss behind. It has her mewing in a way that makes your cock throb and stand between your legs. The thicker portion of your tongue slides and fondles over the curve of her breasts, its extension moving back down her body following the natural weight of her belly until your tongue prods at her clit. It’s cold to her, she lets out a shivered sigh and a softened mewl of your name. 

Along with your fingers, your tongue divides the lips of her slickened pussy apart, becoming a third instrument that strokes her from within. Her walls are hot around you and it clouds your mind with a clouded lust, her snug walls that are flushed with a velvety feel that’s moistened; a precious cove where she beckons your entreating defilement. You groan with a slurping lap in indulgence to her taste finally on your tongue. Sweetened like a honeyed wine, the taste of a feverish delight. Greedily, you sink your tongue further inside of her. 

She arches her back further and your hand supports her at the backend of her skull as she cries out your name, her breath panting and concealing that of a blissful scream. Her eyes open to the dimly lit world around her, the lamplight having flickered in warning that its lighting will expire soon the moment you laid your hands on her. Terrorised by a series of gasps and hiccuping moans, her hands fist and clench at the chilly spires of your misty fur, just thick enough to grab onto but the fainter portions slip through her hold. 

“Y–Y/n… ah—ahh! My acolyte…”

You give a mused whine at the teetering edge of her voice, a bended inflection as she now balances horribly on the verge of her own orgasm; a heavenly relief. “Right there… please, r–right there!”

Your thumb becomes aggressive on her clit and you pull her to sit up slightly. The widened base of your head forces her legs to remain open no matter how much she clenches them against you, she pulls at the mane of fur around your neck as she begs you. 

With a few more strokes of your fingers and tongue, she cums. Her body trembles violently as she’s taken by the white, hot flush that blinds her for a moment and her juices reward you; allowing you to devour it with gulping eagerness. As a last effort, your fingers work to stretch her walls out and she winces before you withdraw both appendages. 

Her chest extends with each large breath and her eyes drown with a deepened pool of lust, the sparkle of scarlet dancing within them. Her power grows with digesting effort through each powerful exchange of your sexual endeavors. Your tongue retracts slightly back down into the unknown and pitless depths of your gullet and you growl deeply. 

Wanda’s hands become fixed at your shoulders and pull at you, inviting you. With a serpentine movement, your tongue moves slowly over the mound of her clit, eliciting a sharpened gasp from Wanda. Further, it moves up her body again, wrapping as a band around her breasts and squeezing her; a mouse caught in your trap. The thinner flare of your tongue is a wonderful muscle all its own when it balances merely of its own accord before her lips, like a snake risen up for the strike. 

Just from the burning amber of your eyes she understands you want her to taste herself. Her plump lips open weakly and you push the inky, slick covered tip into her mouth. Her tongue moves forward and flicks at the slitted divide of your forked muscle; and your body ripples with an unworldly, loud hum. She will come to understand such an area is akin to the sensitive tip to your weeping cockhead.

Your cock twitches and you move until your widened gate sits between her legs. Her soft, delicate thighs are forced to rest against the strong, muscled limbs of your own, just barely meeting at level with your hips and where her awaiting cunt lines up with your cock. 

You move your tongue as a secondary thrusting muscle. Wnda moans a muffled song around it, her own tongue stroking the underbelly of the blackened length and your hips pitch forward with an eager roll. Your tip notches between the capture of her swollen pissy lips and you push forward.

Her body immediately tenses up and your hands hold tight to her wrists, ensuring her grip that claws at your remains there. You’ve never been opposed to pain mixing with pleasure. 

The pronunciation of your name vibrates through your tongue and you growl. Her walls constrict around you with that hot flushness, fluttering as she eases her body to relax. Your size is one she hasn’t experienced before, not even her ex could compare. You pick up your thrust promptly, shoving your cock in and out, in and out. When you withdraw your tongue, the coiled muscle tightening around her ribcage with each thrust you force to penetrate her deeper, she lets out a sighing moan. Her lashes beat fast and her eyes roll back, lulled by the backward crane of her head that falls back against the pillow. 

“Y-yeah, there, right there…”

“Mmm—mhph, so deep!”

How you’ve waited so long to hear her pleasure all to yourself. It’s intoxicating to be praised by your master and your pace quickens. Your hips snap faster and harder with a harshened force that rocks the bed back and forth with a grinding squeak, the headboard splintering a straight line into the wall from the pounding brunt. 

“Shit, shit— I’m gonna—ah!”

You can hear her deep within the recess of her soul. Her reincarn a physical vessel that harbours your first and only love. Your beloved mate. She sings out to you; summoning you. 

You see her within the blind of a memory, seeing the woman beneath you as you do your master. 

You see two different branches of her soul. 

And the thought that your master in this life has faced so much judgment, that her previous lover left her — not that he would have been around much longer if he’d been in the picture still. 

A new quarry to hunt once your consummation was complete. A prize to bring back to your mate. Her first sacrificial offering you’d present to appease her.

Her legs lock around your sturdy hips to drag you further inside of her, kissing the delicate plush of her cervix that has her keening, her lips parted with deep and loud moans that would disturb the neighbouring dorms for sure. 

“Milenec…,” you rattle with a purring growl, “My  Milenec…  release,  let  go.”

For a second time, Wanda bends to the bliss of her euphoria. Cumming around your cock, her walls hug you tightly and her body trembles again with a feverish tingle. It feels like her insides are boiling but her skin is plagued by the wave of coldness. 

Your ears and back with a sharp howl as your knot swells before erupting with the spurting ropes of your release, listening to the rhythmic and moistened glide of where your bodies lock together now. It’s a sound you want to hear for eternity. 

Your tongue loosens around her bust and slinks back down into your gullet, concealing its impressive length for another time. 

“I feel…” Her words come out as a faded exhale. She’s unable to find the words as she stares up at you, a hand caressing the bony curve of your jaw that pops back into place after hanging so low. 

“Whole.”

No longer will your darling master feel the shaded cloak of neglect and disregard. She will feel what it means to truly be loved. Desired. Worshipped. As your mate she falls under your protection and you will guard her fiercely. You will protect the witch who summoned you all those years ago and you shall forever pledge your service to the witch before you now.

She is one and the same. A lover is a lover even through ages past. Nothing will change the bargain you forged long ago. Not the eyes that spear her to the pyre that burned her in ages old, nor the imprisonment of the void, or even the grades she appears desperate to achieve — though you believe she should turn her studies to that of the grimoire: her true potential.

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[lvnleah]

Protective Love | Lia Wälti

Based on this request! :)

Summary: Reader gets injured during a game against Man United after a bad tackle, Lia is the first at her side when she goes down. Lia stays by the readers side. Lots of fluff!!

Notes: haven’t really read this through so please be kind! Also a short one <33

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Getting injured whilst playing your absolute best was every football player's worst idea. You were playing against Man United, thirty minutes in and you were playing your best game that you’d played in a long time.

Arsenal were 1-0 down, Man United getting an early goal six minutes in. Beth Mead passed you the ball, you were getting closer and closer to the next. Millie Turner slide tackled you, taking the ball from straight under your feet.

You landed funny, instantly feeling your ankles crack right underneath you. Strings of curse words fell from your mouth as your body hit the ground. You instantly grabbed you ankle, holding it to try and ease the pain.

The whistle blew, signalling for the game to come for a stop. The crowd's cheers dulled to a concerned murmur as you lay on the pitch, pain radiating from your ankle after a rough tackle. Your teammates huddled around, but it was Lia's face that came into focus above you — her eyes wide with worry.

"Hey, you're going to be okay," Lia said, her voice steady despite the panic you saw in her eyes. She knelt beside you, her hand gently brushing your face. “What hurts, love?”

“Ankle.” You cried, not being able to take the pain as you groaned into the ground, “I felt it crack.”

The medics rushed over, and as they assessed your injury, Lia never left your side. Her hand gently brushed the hair from your forehead.

Lia was your girlfriend of eight months, you’d been friends for around four years and your feelings had only grown over that time. You were flirty friends ever since you’d join Arsenal in January 2019.

Lia hadn’t been at the club long so the pair of you bonded over both being new. At the time you were both in relationships, you had a girlfriend of 3 years and Lia had just celebrated her 1 year anniversary with hers.

Around a year ago, both of your relationships ended and you both moved in with each other. Your feelings for each other grew and grew and one evening you confessed them before asking Lia to be your girlfriend. You hadn’t looked back since that day.

Once the medics had stabilised your ankle, Lia helped you to your feet, acting as your crutch.

"I've got you," she murmured, her tone leaving no room for argument. The protective glint in her eyes told you that she didn’t want to hear your stubbornness.

As you hobbled off the field, leaning heavily on Lia, you couldn't help but feel a warmth that had nothing to do with the injury. It was the warmth of being cared for, the warmth of Lia's unwavering presence. Something you’d never felt on this level before.

You reached the dugouts and the medics took you down to the physio room. Despite not wanting to, Lia returned to the pitch and carried on with the game.

The physio room was a sterile, fluorescent-lit space tucked away beneath the stadium. You sat on the examination table, your broken ankle propped up on a cushion. The pain had dulled slightly, but every movement sent a sharp reminder of the injury up your leg.

The physio further assessed your injury, she examined your ankle, prodding gently and asking about the pain. You winced as she touched the swollen joint, and she nodded in confirmation.

"Definitely a break," she said. "We'll need to get you to the hospital for an X-ray."

You nodded, knowing that recovery was going to be a long process and your season was going to be cut short. Your heart shattered, you’d been playing your best and you felt like everything around you was crumbling down and you couldn’t do anything about it.

Half time came and Lia rushed into the room the room, “My love, you okay?” She asked, concern written all over her face.

“Broken ankle.” You sniffed, Lia wiping your tears from under your eyes, “Need an X-Ray but they think it’s broken.”

“Oh my love, I’m so sorry, we’ll get through this together okay?” Lia reassured you, sitting down on the physio bed next to you.

You spent the next few minutes cuddled together, your head resting on Lia’s chest as your teammates popped in and out to check on you.

“I can’t believe she did that and all she got was a yellow card!” Lia raged, her hands running through your head.

“Babe, it’s okay.” You sighed, “it was a simple mistake from Millie.”

“Still!” The brunette said, throwing her hands up in the air, “you were playing so well and now you’re out for probably the rest of the season!”

At the hospital, the X-rays confirmed the break. You were fitted with a cast, and Lia sat beside you, her thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand. She didn't leave your side, not even when you got home and she immediately ordered you to bed.

"You're stuck with me," Lia said, running her hands through your hair as you cuddled into her side. "At least until you're back on your feet."

You smiled, despite the pain throbbing in your ankle. "I wouldn't have it any other way." You tilted your head back slowly and kissed Lia’s lips softly.

The weeks of healing and rehab soon started. The first few weeks were spent in bed, Lia brought you books, snacks, and her company. She even learned how to make a decent cup of tea, which was no small feat for someone who had previously forgotten to put the teabag into the cup and just gave you milk.

As your ankle slowly mended, it took longer than the average break and you missed the rest of the games that season. You attended every match, supporting your teammates from the stand.

One good thing about your injury was that you and Lia became closer than ever. As she played the role of nurse, your love for her grew. You became closer than ever and you were just thankful that you had Lia beside you, holding your hand every step of the way.

[s0urw00lf]

Hii I love your writing so much❤❤ and wanted to ask you for something with finnick. Like remember how Gale got whipped by the peacekeepers in the second book and Katniss saved him? Something like that with finnick and d4 reader.

I want to say I looove your writing again and to and to never give up, hope ur ok💕

Anything for you

Pairing: Finnick Odair x reader

Summary: you’d never had expected to have to put your life on the line for the love of your life

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: blood, whipping, guns, violence, death threats… i think that’s it

An: First off, thank you so much anon, it means the world to me that you actually like what i write especially because I’ve never been all that good at writing. Secondly i hope this is all you hoped for, i think this was the easiest for me to have ever written the words just poured out onto the screen.

Coriolanus snow was not a force to be reckoned with, that’s why you weren’t surprised to see new peacekeepers were assigned to every district. After all of the protesting and riots, you’d almost expected it. When you’d seen them arrive you hadn’t put much thought into it until four peacekeepers barged into your home, ransacking anything they could. “What the hell!” You shouted in confusion, you’d tried to stop them but before you could even touch one another grabbed you and punched you in your stomach, and continued. You doubled over in pain, trying to keep the fish that you’d eaten earlier that day down. You limped out of your home and watched as Photos, paintings, clothing, almost anything you could think of was taken outside to the streets and burned.

Tears began to fill your eyes, you weren’t quite sure if it was from the smoke that filled the streets of District Four, or the anger and sadness you felt as you watched memories you cherished be reduced to ashes. You looked around and watched your neighbors be met with the same fate.

The peacekeepers were dragging families from their homes and putting them in groups, some even going as far as hitting them into obedience. Your worry boiled over as you thought about Sadie, she was a little girl who had taken a liking to you and Finnick after she lost her only living parent to a peacekeeper four years ago. You’d begun hurrying through the streets in search of the little curly-headed girl. “Sadie!” You shouted over all of the commotion. You tried looking over the crowd of people, down every alley you could in search of her. “Sadie! Sadie, can you hear me?!” You shouted the worry you felt now showing in your voice. Just then you saw her head of curls running towards you and sighed in relief.

The feeling was short-lived when you’d seen the look of complete and utter horror on her face. “What!? What’s wrong what happened?” You asked bending down on your knees to be face to face with her. Tears ran down her face like raindrops on a train window as her breathing was all over the place. “Baby tell me what's wrong, are you hurt?” You pleaded, anxiety creeping into your throat. She shook her head and swallowed, “Finnick” she said through her breaths. You nodded “Okay, what's wrong with Finnick” you asked quickly. Her chin began to tremble as she spoke, “They’re- they’re beating him with a whip, he's bleeding”.

You’re sure your heart dropped out of your body when she said that, “Where?” You asked, squeezing her shoulder. “In the square, hurry!” She shouted, pushing you in the direction of the town square. You bolted in the direction of the square, sure that that was the fastest you’d ever run. Dodging people and burning piles of who knows what on your way. From where you were you could hear his screams echoing off the buildings and through alleyways

When you reached the square there was a crowd but they were completely silent, or you think because you couldn’t hear anything over the sounds of his screams and the whip hitting his skin. You forcefully pushed through the tight crowd and made your way to the front. Horror overtook you when you’d seen just how bad it was. Blood trained all down his back from the marks the whip made, hues of blues, purples, and red covered his skin.

“No, no, no, STOP!” You shouted as you ran forward to cover him from the next blow. The whip tricked your face sending you straight down to the sandy pavement, but you barely felt it too overtaken by adrenaline. You were right back on your feet in no time.

“Move,” said the peacekeeper. You shook your head muttering a “no” holding out your arms to completely block Finnick from his view. He held the whip up “You want another one?” He asked. you shrugged “Go right ahead-“ “Y/n please, just go” you heard Finnick's voice croak out. “No, I won't. Hit me as much as you want, but that whip is not gonna touch him not one more time” you stated. The peacekeeper walked towards you “Oh yeah? And what makes you so sure?” He asked as he pulled out a gun. your hard expression didn’t falter, “you don’t wanna shoot me” you gritted out. “I'll shoot both of you right here.” He challenged, “But you won't know why? Snow will have your head,” you said, his expression faltered but was quickly covered by the same hard look you wore.

Before you could utter another word Annie was in front of you with her hands raised to show that she meant no harm. “These are two of the best victors there are, very loved around Panem. Especially by snow, you kill them you’re next.” She stated, looking at the man with a pleading look. The man lowered his gun, “she interfered with a peacekeeper” he spoke voice just about as rough as he looked. Annie shook her head, “I never said she was smart. Look you already got a couple of lashes in, let's just call it a day” she pleaded. “That’s not good enough, she’s an agitator!” The commander shouted raising his gun again

You couldn’t handle the man's attitude any longer “Look we’ve got events coming up, how disappointing would it be for our pretty faces to not be alive to attend, bad enough you’ve bruised us up on the eve of such an important wedding.” You said over Annie’s shoulder. You heard finnick quiet cries from behind you and tried your best not to let the tears you’d been holding backdrop. “Just drop it, forget about it and we will too,” you said. Silence took over the square as the commander weighed out his options. He lowered his gun “Okay, okay” he said, taking a few steps toward you and Annie. “But next time, it's the firing squad,” he said. Your glare hardened, but you’d seen Annie nodding her head, letting out a relieved sigh.

The man then shouted for the square to be cleared and set a curfew before turning back to the three victors. “Get him outta here,” he said in a low tone. You quickly unbound his hands that had been trapped by some sort of cuffs built into the pole. Annie went around to the other side of Finnick as you both tried your hardest to lift him without causing even more pain, which you both knew was inevitable but it would help you sleep at night.

When you got Finnick to your place you and Annie cleared off the counter, not caring for anything that broke, as you struggled to lift him onto the counter. When you were sure he wasn’t gonna fall off you rushed to your healing cabinet with herbs and whatnot to find something that would ease his pain, you’d found an ointment that you were sure would do the job, “Can you grab that huge thing of ice from my freezer” you asked the redhead without sparing her a glance as you opened the jar of ointment, you saw out of the peripheral of your eye that she nodded and rushed to get it.

You focused on the oozing wounds on his back as you tried to spread the ointment as softly as possible. Finnick fell asleep, you weren’t sure if it was because of the pain or exhaustion, probably both. But you were happy that he wasn’t feeling it as bad anymore. You’d never been so glad to have pounds and pounds of ice at your service. Annie came back with the ice and you both got to work pouring the ice onto a pile on his back not caring of the water mess it’d make when it all melted.

When you were done you both sat in silence for a while before you spoke “Thank you” you said in a croaky voice. She didn’t say anything, but she nodded. After a while, it began to get dark. “You should be home before sundown,” you said. she looked at you from the book she'd been glancing over “You sure? I can stay if you need”. You nodded “It's okay, I'll watch over him” you assured. She hesitated but then decided you were right and made her way to the exit of the home with a tired goodnight.

As the night progressed you tried anything to stay awake, from tea to running laps around your kitchen, but in the end, the exhaust took over and your eyes closed. You weren’t sure how long you slept but you woke up at the sound of finnick groaning. “Finn?” You muttered sleep still fresh in your throat. Half the ic on his back had melted, but there was still enough to where it didn’t need to be replaced just yet. “Why aren’t you in bed?” He asked in a quiet voice. You let out a small laugh “You were beaten almost half to death today and you're worried about me?” You teased with a sad smile.

Finnick mustered up the best smile he could. “How are you feeling?” You asked softly. He pondered for a second “Numb” he said. You nodded happily; he wasn’t in any more pain and the ice was serving its purpose. “good.” You stated. Tomorrow I'll wrap up your back with some more ointment before we leave for the wedding. In two days you should be as good as new, but I'm not sure the scars will go away.” She said, frowning at the last part. He nodded, and the two of you sat in silence. “Thank you,” he said, “for risking your life for me and taking care of me.” He said, with eyes so full of love and adoration it could make your heart explode. You shook your head “You don’t have to thank me for that Finnick, I would die for you without question.” You stated. He smiled even bigger “And I, you”.

[spoon-slayer]

Can I request headcanons about being Tony Starks son?

Being Tony Stark’s Son

Tony Stark x Son!Reader [MASTERLIST] SUMMARY: The life of Tony Stark’s son through the years. WARNINGS: Mentions of death, kidnapping, grief. A/N: So sorry for the late reply, so much has happened. I understand you had requested this in 2024 and it’s now 2025. I didn’t expect it to take me so long. I’m not going to go into detail on why, as it’s personal. I hope that I had written this to your liking. This is headcanons, so it’s going to be bulleted. So much shit happened that I had to push it to the side. I hope you enjoy! [GIF NOT MINE]

Of course, you were a product of a one night stand.

Your mother hooked up with your father one fateful 2006/7 night and of course she got pregnant.

A party and many drinks later led to your very existence.

Your father had never shared what happened with your mother, how he had gotten custody over you. So, there’s that part of the story you’ll never know the answer to.

Not that it mattered. She’s not around to tell her story, and knowing how you got here wasn’t going to change what happened to you.

Now, your father wasn’t the best in the beginning. Leaving you with babysitter after babysitter. Well, they were more like nannies that often got switched out. After all, he was still a playboy. Becoming a father would do little to hinder his lifestyle.

Until he became Ironman. You were about two when it happened, your only memory of the event was your father’s assistant. Was she an assistant? God, you can’t remember. She took care of you during his absence, when he was in that foreign country assumed to be dead.

If anything, the moment your father became Ironman was the moment he became a dad. Not your birth, not the moment he held you. The moment he grew into a better father was the moment he became Ironman.

The whole arc reactor thing mesmerized you. Your eyes would be glued to his chest as it glowed in dim lighting.

If anyone asked you what happened between the day your father became Ironman to the day the Avengers saved the world for the first time, you’d honestly wouldn’t be able to answer them. Those years hadn’t much to remember. After all, you were still a child during this time. If anything, the most adventure you had during those years was preschool, happy driving you around and being a begrudging babysitter when you were left unattended. As much as Peppy Potts (as you were to call her, her name wasn’t as easy as one would assume,) adored you, she was no babysitter.

Hell, even a brief memory of silent plans your father made in the case of his death would cross your mind. He was hiding a lot, those days.

Getting picked up in a non-extravagant vehicle was something that your father wasn’t too keen on. He was a flashy man with gimmicks only the rich could partake. And yet, it was done to keep you safe. Hell, you even had a false last name for the first few years of your life. You were too young to protect yourself. It was quickly done after some paparazzi got a whiff of the school you were attending and crowded the school just as you were getting out.

It was a stupid last name, too. It was a wonder you weren’t bullied by four year olds. Or kidnapped. Honestly, you were too trusting, too loving.

Well, you were kidnapped that one time. Loki got you. Thats honestly how you remember some bits and pieces of it all. It was such a scary few days. Spent a while shaking and bundled up. Met a few heros and spent quite a bit of time with your father. Once again, this triggered another onslaught of changes with your father. He spent time with you. An actual father.

The more you think about it, the more you realize you were far too young to comprehend the majority events of your past. The big bads, the small things. All you really remember is being a kid. You heard almost everything second-hand. You were there for such small increments, pushed off before it was too dangerous.

When Ultron came to fruition and the world’s safety was at risk, you were, once more, sent away. However, you remembered this one. You stayed with the Barton family once the Avengers had been sent there. You were roughly eight or so.

Clint’s kids were great, though. So was his wife. They were fun to play with. Especially Lila, she was closer to your age. Called Natasha her aunt. You want to call Natasha your aunt, too. A privilege that you had shyly asked for right before you were properly entrusted and left with the family.

Aunt Nat said yes.

You helped Mrs.Barton, as you were too afraid to ask her for her name, with whatever she asked her children of. You felt it would be unfair otherwise. Despite the insurance, you pushed on.

Lila played dolls with you, chased you through the fields. It was fun. Best friends forever, you’d say with a grin.

Going back home was not fun. Saying goodbye to the Barton’s tearfully, your father had begrudgingly agreed to let you visit sparsely. But visit nonetheless.

Your family got a little bigger.

Hell, you even got the guts to shyly ask Peppy to be your mom. By then, she had been dating your father and been such a big part of your life that she qualified for the title. Even took over driving you to and from school. Of course, with a normal looking car.

Your first birthday party that you properly enjoyed also happened in this time. You had friends attending, your father attending, your newfound mother attending. Even new aunts and uncles.

You even qualified for the gifted program. However, you contested. You were a smart kid, smarts practically ran in the family. But you didn’t want to change classes. You wanted to remain in the same classes as your friends. The need to nurture your smarts may not have occurred in school but it had with afterschool activities.

Tutors and small projects in which your help was enlisted had proved very valuable. In which you had showcased immense understanding.

At the staggering age of 9-10, during the time of what the press dubbed as ‘civil war,’ the enactment of the Superhero Registration Act, you were accepted into the Stark Internship. One of many, really. Without bias. One would assume it held some considering your age, but your father insisted, as well as your mother, it be done the proper way.

You were surrounded by teenagers, older than you. Even adults. Few got into the program. Including a rather nervous and anxious Peter Parker. Your father liked him. A lot. Hell, because of this you were in proximity with Peter often. Knew of his secrets.

”Peter,” you’d find yourself leaning over the teen’s shoulder one afternoon. He was having lunch with your father.

”Yeah?”

”Can you show me some cool tricks?”

Peter would look between you and your father. Nervous. “Go ahead,” your father would say.

Your favorite super hero, from then on, was Spider-Man. He became your favorite hero. Your big brother. Your babysitter. Ned Leeds, as you learned his name from Peter, asked you a plentiful of questions that you hardly knew the answer to once you met him. Primarily about what happened during those aforementioned fights you never witnessed.

About when you got kidnapped. That’s when Peter’s blood ran cold, panicking. You assured them it was fine. You hardly remembered it. Just bits and pieces. It doesn’t scare you anymore.

Life went on. Your father had a fight with Peter, Peter lost his internship, Peter got back his internship. He was still your older brother.

Now, once more, you were left out of it. But, the Blip, you were at school when it happened. Your father out in space and your mother worrying like no tomorrow. The last bell and you were on your way to the car. Students around you fizzled to nothing, parents and teachers too. You yelped, running to your mother.

A lot of calls were made. No Lila, no Peter, no dad. Your world crumbled, grades plummeting.

And then dad came home, skeletal.

There was a few weeks of finding a new normal. Mourning was not easy. Classes were quiet. And the impromptu move. Your parents got married and you were an older brother.

You started highschool. And honestly? It was rough. You thought about life a lot. You were being sent to Peter’s highschool, something you begged for once you entered middle school. You always wanted to be like him.

At 15 your father allowed you to tinker with some suits. Much like the anniversary gift for your mother, you were allowed to make your own. Not for proper use just yet, for experience. And for a father-son bonding. Sue him, you grew out of playing catch at seven and had been itching to create something remotely similar to the Ironman suit for years now. Might as well allow you to do something remotely similar under supervision.

Family time happened often. With Morgan constantly asking you to play with her, or mom asking you to help her with cooking. And, with dad consistently aiding you in this project.

You were never alone.

And then dad died and so many people came back from the dead.

Lila was still that kid. You were older than her now instead of the other way around. You desperately wanted to remain friends with her, best friends, but you felt odd, awkward.

Peter Parker wasn’t your big brother anymore. He was your equal. He was a grade ahead of you, and you shared electives. It was… So weird.

”Look… Look at how big you’ve gotten,” Peter would breathe once he got a good look at you, hands settling on your shoulders. “Oh, man. You… You look like…”

”My dad?”

”Yeah.”

You’ve been getting that one a lot now. You’ve grown into your features. Many of which recognizable and comparable to your father’s. It broke you once your mother pointed it out one day. A gentle hand resting upon your shoulder as you gone through a box of his old blueprints. “You look like your father, you know. Got his smile, his nose, his hair,” she’d tease by scrunching your your hair. You’d laugh it off, biting your cheek as a pit opened in your stomach.

Depression and anguish ate away at your limbs, the funeral taking more from you. Locked away in that bedroom, your sister would sit outside and ask you to come play. Despite having gained them back, you’ve felt… So lonely.

Peter dropped by often. A request from your mother. It was weird. This all felt wrong. Lila, too. Despite the age difference between you two, she insisted upon maintaining the friendship she still felt you had.

It’s hard. But it’ll get easier. An assurance.

They’d help you.

You started working on the suit again. And day by day, it’ll get easier. Just stay in contact with those you love. Make friends.

”The road to recovery ain’t easy, bud,” your mother would say on the harder days. A hand pressed firmly to your back. “What matters is you do what you can to get through it.”

And you took it to heart.

It’s finally done. Once again, I apologize for how long it has taken. Let me know if I need to fix anything, there’s any errors, or inconsistencies. Or, if it’s just plain bad. I hope you liked this and if you’d like me to expand on this, let me know!

[athenagc94]

Dear Daddy Long Legs - Chapter 3

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Shorter chapter, however, I am also posting this on AO3 now as well. You can find it here.

TW: Mentions of death

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Chapter 3

The Board of Foundation at Wayne Enterprises is pleased to inform you that you have been awarded the ‘Jason Todd Memorial’ scholarship that provides full tuition for four years at Gotham University.

You stared at the acceptance letter, hands trembling as you tried to process the news. There was never a question as to whether you could get into Gotham University. You took the tests, wrote the essays, and nailed the interviews. They loved you, but not enough to waive the egregious tuition to attend their school.

You thumbed the paper. It was nice, hefty and stamped with black ink that displayed the Wayne Enterprises letterhead. You flipped it over to hold it against the sickly yellow light in your living room like a cashier would do with a counterfeit bill. This was too good to be true, but some small part of you wanted it to be real.

This scholarship hadn’t been listed when you applied, but it was possible they didn’t advertise it to the public.

The Jason Todd Memorial Foundation...

Who was Jason Todd?

You opened your phone to do a quick search. Jason Todd, once a young boy living in Park Row, was adopted by Bruce Wayne. He had nothing, until he suddenly found himself under the care of one of the richest men in Gotham. It would have been a touching story about the American Dream and how opportunities come to good people but given that the scholarship came from a memorial foundation, you assumed it didn’t have a happy ending.

You returned to the search to do some more digging. And… there it was.

The headline of the next article read: Wayne Son Killed in Terrorist Attack Abroad. Two years after he was adopted. “Shit,” you breathed as you swiped out of the article before you made yourself too sad. A beloved son killed too soon. A scholarship in his honor. It seemed legit, but you were still skeptical. Why wouldn’t they list it on their website? You turned your attention back to the letter.

By accepting this scholarship, you will agree to send written letters regarding your studies on a bi-weekly basis to Bruce Wayne, founder and owner of Wayne Enterprises, so that he may monitor your progress. Failure to comply will result in…

You chewed the inside of your cheek. That was a lot to process. It was hard to believe that the Bruce Wayne gave a shit about my education. He had better things to do like whoring around galas or adopting poor kids off the street… apparently. Someone had to be fucking with you, and you didn’t appreciate it.

The letter had a number to contact their offices at the bottom, so you did just that. Your phone rang twice before it flipped to an automated message.

“Hello and thank you for calling the Wayne Enterprises Foundation office. We’re happy to answer any question you might have regarding your scholarship or any donations you might be—”

You hung up before the cheery voice could finish, heart thundering against your ribcage. So, they used the real extension for the office. That didn’t mean anything. Anyone could have knabbed it. If you had stayed on the line a little longer, someone could have confirmed what you already suspected.

And yet, you hung up.

Because you didn’t want it to be confirmed. You wanted to sit with the delusion a while longer before reality came crashing back down.

You glanced back at your bookshelf where a small collection of second-hand novels filled the shelves. Among them was a well-worn copy of Daddy Long Legs, its green hard-bound cover fraying at the edges. You had read it so many times that the spine nearly split in two.

A rich philanthropist funding a poor girl’s education… The irony wrote itself, but it failed to sweeten the bitter taste in your mouth.

 You read the letter once more, hoping to glean something more from its contents, but you had exhausted its usefulness. Wayne wanted you to write letters. They even included an address to send them to. Emails would have been easier. Or a paper at the end of each semester. Or…

God, help you.

Trying to find logic in a rich person’s motives was exhausting.

The longer you sat with the letter, the easier it was to stomach. Rich people were weird. They made odd choices all the time. You could handle a few letters over the next four years. Besides, there was a stark difference between you and Jerusha Abbott. She fell in love with her benefactor. You would not.

You laughed at the prospect. No—you would never fall in love with a man like Bruce Wayne. While he was never rude to you or your coworkers, you suspected it was an act. Masks weren’t just for the vigilantes. They could be honed of flesh. Wayne had crafted a near-perfect representation of what society expected of him.

He fooled the masses, but you noticed things others liked to ignore. It was the only way someone survived in this city. You were wary of him, of his generosity and this situation as a whole, but desperation snagged on your resolve.

An opportunity presented itself. If you turned it down, who knows when the next opportunity would present itself.

With Bruce Wayne funding your education, there was no allure, no mystery, no chance you'd ever fall in love with him. This was a business exchange, nothing more. You could live with that, even if accepting his money made your skin crawl.

You redialed the number for the foundations office and followed the instructions until a more human voice greeted you. “Hello, thank you for calling the Wayne Enterprises Foundation, this is Rudy. How can I help you?”

“Hello, I just received a letter about my receipt of the Jason Todd Memorial Foundation. I was wondering what my next steps were?”