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blublublujk · 1 year ago

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good girl, gone bad

oneshot

word count: 6k

genre: established (secret) relationship

pairing: good girl y/n x bad boy jk

summary:

“I can’t believe anyone actually likes those stupid fucks. I mean, the hickeys, it’s like he wants everyone to know he actually fucks.” You stay staring just a tad longer at the buff (sexy) jock, short enough so that Karina won’t notice. This time the boy proudly parading the trail of hickeys down his neck smiles at you and parts with a quick wave, some blonde hair boy from the group laughs at him and shakes his arm teasingly. You can’t help but to smile too, it’s barely there, but he’ll know. You decide to turn around and follow her steps. “Yeah totally, me either.” What your best friend doesn’t know won’t kill her… right?

warnings: basically just pwp but plot went missing (oops!), swearing, smoker jk (i swear if anyone complains in my inbox i'll haunt you), explicit sexual content; jk has a huge dick ok, consensual recording/pictures, car sex (don't fuck in a car), hickeys, unprotected vaginal sex, dirty talk, spanking, squirting, breast play, blowjob, fingering, cunnilingus, come shot (on face), slut shaming (again lol), come tasting/swallowing, stomach bulge (my fault i love this one), choking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie

a.n: sorry for a late update hope yall dont mind, but i just wanna get rid of all my drafts they are PILING. lol forgive me for only always writing about jungkook, but he's so easy to write about. he breathes, and i instantly open my notes app (im not even joking). this has been sitting in my drafts since his LA trip (iykyk) it sparked a conversation and i wrote it. i want that man bad... and im lesbian :D

ANYWAYS enjoy and STREAM GOLDEN for our golden bunny <3

p.s: i'll probably come back to this couple but its a oneshot for now... but wouldn't no nut nov be fun with this jk?? everyone say yesss. ok bye.

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“Ugh, what a piece of shit.”

Before you even get to ask who, the motorcycle roars back to life across the parking structure belonging to the very one and only, Jeon Jungkook. A group of college jocks crowd around the man. There’s a cigarette between his fingers, he’s not paying it much attention though. He's deep in conversation, laughing at something one of them said, clearly more invested in the joke than anything else around him.

As the laughter dies down, he looks over, eyes connecting while he brings the cigarette to his pierced lip, slowly inhaling the toxic fume. The terribly annoying (yet somehow sexy) tattooed jock on his loud motorcycle winks towards your direction, before selfishly exhaling that poisonous smoke into the air. Fuck, you really, really wanted to hate him too.

“Yuck.” Karina gags with a scrunch to her nose, turning a cold back to them and you’re grateful to her because you almost get stuck in his lustful gaze.

“Yeah… yuck.” You reply with no real meaning somehow managing to convince her you meant it.

“I hate him and his stupid friends. They are killing the Earth slowly and they don’t even give a fuck!” Karina argues in all her given glory and in her environmental science major mindset. “Plus those cancer sticks reek, why must the general public suffer because they can’t last thirty without them.”

Jungkook could last thirty without them. Way more than thirty when you were around him, especially when he was given something (or someone) to entertain himself with, but you couldn't say that aloud so the sudden thoughts stayed safe and sound in your head.

“No, no they don’t. But what can we do?” There’s a sigh and then you clear your throat. “Should we get going now?”

Your arm wraps around hers, gesturing the way back to campus with a swift wave where you both had been meaning to study given that classes finally started cramping in heavy assignments.

“Yes, please.” Karina is quick to sharply turn her heel and walk back towards the building. “I can’t believe anyone actually likes those stupid fucks. I mean, the hickeys, it’s like he wants everyone to know he actually fucks.”

You stay staring just a tad longer at the buff (sexy) jock, short enough so that Karina won’t notice. This time the boy proudly parading the trail of hickeys down his neck smiles at you and parts with a quick wave, some blonde hair boy from the group laughs at him and shakes his arm teasingly. You can’t help but to smile too, it’s barely there, but he’ll know. You decide to turn around and follow her steps. “Yeah totally, me either.”

What your best friend doesn’t know won’t kill her… right?

—-

“You taste disgusting.” There’s a muffled laugh pressed into your lips, as your tongues meet halfway, meeting each other’s lips in a bruising wet kiss. Your ass grinds roughly against his lap, groaning into your mouth while you bring your ass flush down, feeling his soft cock harden below you. His right hand grips your right ass cheek, jiggling it in his hand, before smacking it (with love, of course!).

“Yeah?” Jungkook smirks, bringing his mouth against your throat, sucking and licking everywhere there was space. He sneakily leaves little love bites behind even though he knows you’ll kill him for this later because you have somewhere to be after this. He even bites your ear lobe gently between his teeth, before he cockily whispers. “You love it though.”

The whimper that leaves your mouth should be illegal. It only drives Jungkook crazier.

Both hands find purchase on your ass now, spanking you once again in each cheek. Though Jungkook was a bit disappointed he wasn’t seeing your flushed bare cheeks on top of him, but he guesses he can settle for now. “You gonna let me fuck you now baby?”

He gropes your asscheeks without any hesitation, still leaving wet kisses buzzing onto your skin, stealing a quick kiss from your raw-bitten lips.

“Mm, only if you ask nicely.” You tease, dragging a finger along his jawline.

With this, Jungkook laughs, throwing his head back. Your hand comes to fist his hair, while he drops another wet smooch onto your lips. “You know I’d do anything for a piece of this ass angel.”

You smile into the kiss, grinding harder against his now– hard cock. You felt your folds leak of your own arousal. It was so undeniable. The attraction between you two, the desire to take each other apart, to be within each other’s arms. There was no place like Jungkook’s lap. Here you could stay forever.

“Imagine what people would say if they saw you like this baby.” Jungkook starts teasing, tugging your shirt off with no trouble. Your breasts catch his attention, noticing that you are wearing that black lingerie set he had bought for you last Valentine’s Day. “Fuck. Look at you baby.”

He squishes your breasts together, leaning up to kiss the uncovered tender flesh on both sides. You don’t even attempt to hold your moans back. “I– nghhh.”

“Did you expect to get fucked today princess? Hmm? Is this all for me?” Jungkook’s words work like magic, they drip off his sinful tongue like honey. You bring your body flush against his, burying your blushing face against his neck. “Don’t get shy on me baby, tell me. Did you wear this all for me?”

He purrs sweetly and you only nod, cheeks burning red.

It's not like you were embarrassed of him, no in fact, you were happy to announce that the college campus’ certified bad boy is all yours and has been for the past two years.

There was no exact moment to this, the attraction had always been there.

You had first officially met Jungkook in one of your general ed classes. Statistics, to be exact, which he would have one-hundred percent failed had it not been for you passing him the answers mid exams. It wasn’t like that to begin with of course, it took you some convincing. To be fair and to your excuse, it was so hard to say no to those beautiful big brown eyes.

At first, you assumed he was doing this all, acting lost and playing dumb, to get into your pants which he succeeded. However you had enough dignity left to make him work for it. Until you realized those secret smiles, stolen glances, and subtle hand holds were much more than just a silly game. You had fallen for his charm, and against everyone’s advice to stay far away from him, you fell in love with the (not so terrible) bad boy and let him take over your heart completely. It happened so randomly and so all at once. It was confusing, new, but most of all, liberating.

Being with Jungkook was so freeing and the thrill of being caught with him was so worth it. It didn’t matter what people thought of you or him, you both were willing to die on this hill of love.

Jungkook, too, had fallen quickly. How could he not? There was nothing to dislike and everything to love. Your pouty scolds, he looked forward to. The stolen glances across campus were his favorite, a secret only you and him held close to heart. There were times where your cheeks would flush pink, because he would steal kisses from you behind the campus library. You were seriously his favorite person ever.

“Jungkook stop! What if someone sees us?” You would whisper-shout, a pout would form against your will.

Jungkook would just kiss your worries away again and again and then say. “You’re the cutest little thing alive baby.”

“Are you trying to change the subject?” It was hard to speak between kisses, that and the fact that he would squish your cheeks together like the adorable boyfriend he was.

“I don’t know. Is it working?” His reply was cheeky and lips would start trailing down your neck and then you determined, yes. Yes, it is working. Fuck it all.

It’s safe to say, he was yours since the start of it all, as you were his. Wrapped in each other’s fingers before anyone had realized it, now you were inseparable.

“Answer me princess.” Jungkook pulls you back gently, observing your flushed face. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

Of course, this only makes you blush harder, but you do manage to admit. “Y-Yes… I wore this only for you. Always for you.”

Jungkook smiles, pecking your cheek. “Then I’m the luckiest man alive angel.”

He cradles your face, before leaning in to kiss you. This time, you guys take your time. Your mouths stay closed, taking the time to really feel the plushy feeling against your own and enjoy each other’s presence. You felt as if you were floating in clouds.

“Jungkook.” You mumble onto his lips and he hums, but that’s not enough so you call his name once more with intent. “Jungkook.”

He pulls back with a questioning look. “Yes, my love?”

“Can you please just fuck me already?” The words come out barely above a whisper, even after fucking you so many times, you could be so shy at times.

Jungkook breaks out into a bunny-like grin, holding back a stifled laugh. “So much for wanting to make me say please, look at who’s pleading now.”

“J-Jungkook…” Your face goes hot again and he laughs once more, patting your ass softly.

“Okay. Okay, my love. Enough teasing, I’ll fuck you since you asked so nicely baby.” Jungkook takes his sweet time taking off his own shirt, and pulling your skirt off. It was a bit tricker, given you were both in your car which was not fit for two people even in the backseat, but you guys always made it work.

You were still scared to ride to campus with him as much as he begged you to because it would blow your secret relationship, but fucking on campus has yet to be off-limits. Mainly because Jungkook fucks you all too well, and you aren’t one to say no to good dick (oops).

He attaches his mouth right above the bare skin of your left breast. He holds your tits in his hands, pushing them together, stuffing his face right between them. Jungkook makes sure to pay attention to both breasts (it’s only fair), rubbing your hard buds through the black lace which hardly covers them. You bite back a moan, feeling him rut up against your heat, his hard length pressing stiffly against you, your walls already clenching, desperate to feel him inside you.

His tattooed hand slips below, releasing the nipple he had been tugging on earlier. You feel the tip of his fingertips brush against your panties. “Fuck, you’re so wet baby. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

Surely by now, you were dripping onto the lace. His erection is still pressing against your inner thigh. “D-Don’t wait then.”

Your boyfriend smiles, bringing his lips to yours. “Behave. You’ll get some dick inside you soon.”

Like the brat you were, your eyes rolled back so used to being spoiled. He pays it no mind though because his tongue comes out again, licking your lips apart. Your tongues meet once more, this time you suck his tongue into your mouth, brushing it against the roof of your mouth. He taste quite bitter, it’s the cigarette from earlier, yet somehow and against all judgement, he tastes fucking delicious. Especially when a grunt slips from his throat, feeling you roll your barely covered folds against his fingers.

He allows this, putting more pressure with two fingers, feeling you drench his fingertips even through your panties. Jungkook pushes his tongue deeper into your mouth, spit mixing as he reciprocates the favor, sucking gently on your tongue. You tasted like the strawberries you had earlier for lunch and Jungkook groans, greedily swallowing the taste in your mouth.

What an innocent sweet little thing you were and he was about to ruin you all.

Cigarettes and strawberries.

Quite the pair.

You whine into his mouth, unable to hold back much longer. “Please, Jungkook…”

He smirks against your mouth. How much he loved the way you fell apart on his cock. Especially more, when he had barely had his hands on you and you were already begging for more. Jungkook pulls back, but not before you whine a soft “no.” He holds your cheeks in his palms, forcing you to look directly into his hazy eyes.

“Imagine if people knew baby.” His voice comes out more sultry, rough around the edges. His thumb carrasses your cheek, patting your mouth open. “How much of a slut you were for this dick.”

His words make you mewl (he knows how much you get off to this thought), he slowly eases two fingers into your mouth, holding your chin in place. You made sure to suck on them as he liked, your tongue coming flat against them.

Jungkook bucks his hips into yours, chest rising while he watches you suck, like the good girl you were. “Imagine if they really knew, baby? Such a sweet girl like you, with someone so dangerous and reckless like me. What would they say? Hmm?”

He pulls out his fingers, seeing them barely glisten under the light.

“I- I don’t know.” Your voice is dry and soft yet, you are incredibly horny.

“You don’t know? I have a few ideas.” Jungkook chuckles, hands brushing along your back. “Can this come off?”

He tugs your bra from behind and you hesitate to nod permission. “Good, I wanna watch them bounce when I finally fuck you.”

By now, you have given up resisting him, so you moan pathetically as he shreds your bra with ease and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking the tender bud into his tongue, flicking it and placing it between his teeth. He tugs and licks the sting away, watching with hooded eyes as you squirm against him. Your face burns imagining the idea.

What if people knew? How would your friends react? They would surely be disappointed, Jungkook was good for nothing but trouble. Yet, he was perfect to you. You were willing to defend him from hell and back. Whatever it took for them to believe you.

Jungkook moves to the other bud, placing it into his mouth, cupping and gripping your breasts. His mouth was hot and heavy against your nipple, his tongue caressing the hard bud. He squeezes them one last time before letting them drop, watching them bounce gently against your chest. Yup, Jungkook was the luckiest man alive. There was nothing better than this moment right here.

Heat travels your body quickly, feeling your own chest rise, struggling to breathe in the steamy car. Your boyfriend looks down, communicating with his eyes instead of actually saying anything, your hands quickly move to his belt, tugging them off and throwing it anywhere else. Desperately, you unbuckle his jeans, harshly pulling his boxer down, just enough to watch his dick spring out. The flushed, wet length smacks against his stomach, watching as his abs clench at the sensation. If you stare any longer, you’ll start drooling. “So good for me angel.”

There’s no time to waste.

“Wanna suck you off.” You breathe out, voice filled with desire and lust, clearly it takes over because usually his girlfriend was much shyer and timid, but that all disappeared when Jungkook’s cock was present.

“Yeah?” Jungkook watches you drop on your knees, your pretty knees will for sure suffer the consequences of your horny choice, but there was no stopping this. He pats his thighs as he leans back to give you enough space. “I’m all yours, baby girl.”

Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek when he feels your warm mouth wrap around his dick. Your tongue comes out messily, practically salivating and dripping all over him. There’s probably not a single day that goes by that you aren’t sucking his dick, but it was quite the experience every damn time.

“F-Fuck, I wish you could see yourself.” He struggles a bit because the sight is fucking sinful and if people knew you like he did, they wouldn’t believe the person in front of him.

His personal little cockslut.

You pop off for a second, hand still wrapped around his length covered in your spit. “Yeah? Then take a picture for me, Kook.”

Double fuck.

When you first started dating Jungkook, you were against any pictures at all. After time passed and to his luck, you came around and you would let him take pictures, but only if he promised your face wasn’t in the frame. Now, his camera roll is covered with images of you and your blooming relationship. You didn’t care anymore about covering or blurring your face out. His camera roll consisted of just about everything, pictures of you sleeping peacefully against his chest as you would nap, videos of you laughing on the random adventures he would take you on, but never images of you nude. Never ever was he allowed anything that could probably incriminate you both, even if he would beg, ever-so sweetly. It seems like you came around after all. Bless you.

“Fuck, don’t talk to me like that princess, you have no idea what that does to me.” He’s never heard you sound so fucking sexy. Jungkook bites his lip, recovering his phone that had dropped earlier on the carpet. “You sure about this baby?”

“Yes.” Then you are back on his cock and he shudders, already snapping a few pictures. Your eyes looked up at the camera, making a show out of it all.

Jungkook tries controlling his heavy breathing but with a sinful tongue like yours, it’s impossible. “Can I record this princess, only if you’ll let me, of course.”

You take him deeper into your throat and nod furiously on his cock. You trusted him enough, you knew Jungkook could never hurt a single soul, unless they tried him. Point is, he would never do anything to break that trust so hell yeah, why not add more to his long collection.

“God, you are so perfect baby. Made for me and only me.” Jungkook’s voice is nothing short of possessiveness. He presses record, caressing your hair softly, almost petting you for your work like the good girl you were for him. “Imagine if they knew how well you take cock baby. How perfect those plump lips look around my dick. You’re like a dream come true princess, my personal cockslut.”

You moan around his length, loving the bitter taste on your tongue and Jungkook has to hold back from fucking your throat, though he thinks you’ll love it anyways.

“Can I fuck your throat?” His voice is raspy and you open your mouth wider, nodding so prettily with dick stuffed in your mouth. Jungkook is careful when placing your hair in a little makeshift ponytail for the meantime and as best as he can with one hand as he starts to thrust into your warm mouth. “So beautiful and all mine. Isn’t that right princess?”

You don’t get to reply, but the vibrations of your moans that manage to run through his cock answer for you and it almost makes him smile. What a good girl you were. Pretty things like you deserved to be spoiled and he couldn’t wait to give you the fucking world.

And was he fucking loving the show you were putting on for him becoming more needy and desperate on camera, your eyes rolled as he brutally used your throat for his liking.

Jungkook bites at his bottom lip as he begins to roll his hips with much more force, feeling your throat take him down with greed. “Fuck baby, your throat feels amazing. Taking me so good.”

He lets you go when he feels you tap his thigh and you gasp for air, tears threatening to leak down your face. “W-Want you to come on my face.”

Your voice is hoarse and his eyes widen at your sweet request.

“Aren’t you just perfect for me today baby. Just you wait, you’ll get the best dick of your entire lifetime.” Not that you would know since he was your first and he knows that, proudly carries that in his cocky ego, but you always believed him. No one could fuck you better than this, you were sure. You bat your eyes at his promise and he comes down to kiss you messily, the camera records jackshit, but it captures your whiny moans and the sound of your lips smacking against one another. He pulls off with one last kiss and adjusts the camera frame back towards you as he takes his hard length and slaps his swollen, wet dick along your cheek. “Open up princess, I’m really fucking close.”

You take him in with no hesitation and go to fucking work. Slurping and licking all over his length, your chin dripping with saliva, but you don’t even care anymore because his grunts and whines keep you going.

Every now and then you look up at the camera making sure you do your best to keep him coming back. You know he will probably rewatch this every night that you aren’t there with him. And your predictions are correct because Jungkook’s already planning on watching this tonight and jacking off to it while you are out with Karina doing God knows what. All he knows is his sweet girl will be doing something productive while he’ll be coming undone in your gracious honor.

“I’m close baby.” He groans sexily, and his breathing starts to become sharp. “Look up baby, right into the camera, gonna come all over that perfect fucking face.”

Doing as he says, you look up sucking him dry, your hands come to relieve what you can’t cover with your tongue. His hand pushes you off for a second. “Tongue out baby.”

He fucks his fist and it doesn’t take long before he squirts his load all over your face, grateful that most of it lands on your tongue, you swallow it all immediately, humming gracefully at the salty taste.

Jungkook’s eyes are blown out as he catches his breath and lets his dick flop back down against his thigh, you look like a fucking sin and he must be the Devil because he’s about to commit about thirty tonight. “Give me a second princess.”

He says between breaths as he stops recording with one last picture of your come-soiled face, still breathing heavily as he throws his phone on the floor again, thankful that he has something for later. You giggle against him and he almost awes as you throw your head against his bare thighs into a laughing fit. “Okay.”

He huffs a dry laugh and pulls you up. “Times up. Come here.”

Jungkook is quick to capture you in a sloppy kiss, not minding the leftover mess of come on your face, he doesn’t wanna mess up his masterpiece just yet. You soon grow desperate in his arms, but this time he doesn’t mess around.

“Lay down.” Your bare back lands on the seats and he shoves himself between your thighs. Again, it’s steamy and fucking cramped in your car, but you both couldn’t care any less right now.

His tongue hits your slit not bothering to move your matching panties, but the effect is almost the same. He licks a long strip watching you soil the silky lace mixing his spit with your own arousal.

You moan sweetly as your legs come apart letting him completely devour your heat. Jungkook pulls off, tugging your spoiled little black panties to the side and continues on with his mission. His tongue finds your clit and you swear you could come like this.

“R-Right there. Please.” Your boyfriend doesn’t let up either, eating your sweet pussy like it deserves. His tongue flicks your bud, building the sensation in your tummy. Jungkook sucks on your clit selfishly.

His chin is covered in your arousal. He’s humming and moaning deep inside your pussy, your juices stick onto his tongue like candy and he greedily swallows the treat whole.

“B-Baby.” Your voice is struggling like his was earlier, but it’s there. He lifts his face from your heat, eyes in a lust-filled trance. Jungkook knows he’s pussy-whipped, but at least he admits his problems!

“Yes, my baby.” Jungkook’s eyes are blown out and he looks just as wrecked as you are.

“C-Can I take a picture?” He almost gapes at your request, the amount of times you took him by surprise today. At this point, he would let you do anything, fuck his morality!

“Do whatever you want princess. Pictures, videos. I’m all yours.” He gives you his full consent and permission to do anything so you are quick to grab his phone (you’ll send them over to yourself later) and start snapping pictures while he dives back in for seconds.

Jungkook keeps your legs open while you are a whimpering mess above him, struggling to get the best picture. You have no idea how he was doing this himself, the pictures come out blurry as he continues to devour you as if it was his last meal.

He also puts on a show for the camera like you did so nicely earlier for him. Jungkoook’s eyes hood as he stares up, he even winks for the shot. If college didn’t ever work out for either of you, this would be something to look into. Good thing that was not the case, at least for you, his little straight A student.

“I’m g-gonna come.” This only makes your boyfriend go crazier between your folds. He drops eye-contact with the camera and instead solely focuses on that pretty pussy presented for him. Jungkook’s tongue is sin itself, not letting up once as more arousal drips out of you. He slowly teases a finger inside, building your orgasm quickly as he fucks you open with his middle finger. “I’m– nghh. Fuh-fuck!”

The sentence is never finished as you start to squirt onto his tongue, creating your own little masterpiece on his face. Jungkook has never swallowed anything down faster than right now and he’s loving every second of it. Completely pussy-whipped and all, but at least he’s happy!

Your boyfriend finally detaches himself from your heat and the sight is nearly adorable. His hair is now all fucked up and he’s a sticky mess everywhere (you are sure you look no better).

“Yum, I could do that all day.” Jungkook shamelessly says.

“Mm, I’m sure.” You say coming down from your own orgasm, he gives you a few seconds to breathe as you set his phone down again. Jungkook takes his shirt from the floor and wipes himself clean. He does the same but it’s no use, the come that landed on your face has dried up and he doesn’t wanna scrub it off and end up hurting your precious face.

Jungkook kisses your cheek affectionately as an apology.

“There’s dry come on my face right?” You start to scold him, but he smiles with all his teeth apologetically and you forgive him at that moment.

“Guilty.” He smirks, proud of his work, he thinks you truly haven't looked better.

Wrapping arms and legs around your boyfriend you whisper innocently. “I was promised dick of a lifetime, unless… unless you lied to me?”

Jungkook scrunches his nose cutely while he looks at your perfect pouty face, doe-eyes begging to be fucked. “I never lie, not to you at least.”

He makes you laugh and he detangles your legs from his waist. “Now let me focus, I have a reputation to uphold.”

There’s no laughing once two fingers press into you and you gasp at the invading feeling, but the stretch only burns for a while before it turns into pleasure and you are whimpering at his touch. “Fingers so deep.”

He smiles and you throw your head back. “Yeah? My dick goes even deeper baby, I’m just making sure you can take it.”

“I can take it.” You breathe out against his pink lips. “I was made for you.”

The taller’s eyes nearly eat you alive, fuck you were so sexy. “That you were baby. My perfect little cockslut.”

His fingers pull out of you brutally and you whine, but he kisses you roughly making you forget the loss. A hand wraps around your throat, squeezing it with purpose. You squirm in his hands and he pops off your lips.

Fingers coated with your arousal trace your lips and you take them in greedily, sucking your own juices off the tattooed fingers, moaning at the delicate taste, his other hand still locked around your throat.

“That’s my girl. All fucking mine.” You nod around his fingers and he finally lets go, gasping for fresh air. “‘M gonna fuck you now baby.”

Your legs fly open in response, letting him have his way with you.

“Do me a favor?” He asks while taking his hard length in his hand, jerking himself off while he awaits your response.

“What?” You hum, confusion written all over your face.

“Record this for me. I want you to see how I break you apart. How this pretty pussy makes a mess all over my dick. I want you to remember this fuck for the rest of your life.” His voice drops a few octaves and you can’t help but gasp and moan at his vulgar use of words.

You used to be innocent, at least, that’s what Jungkook used to think. In a way, he thinks you still are. Untouched and pure, only for his eyes and his hands to touch. Jungkook is honored that he was your first, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. He was gentle and took care of you every step of the way. It was like that until you were begging and pleading for more. Sweet then, and sweet now.

He’s created a little monster, but he knows that your heart is pure and that’s what he loves most about you.

“Okay, yes.” His phone is back in your hands and you click record, watching him line-up his cock. Jungkook groans as he disappears snuggly inside you. “Mmm.”

He lets you get used to the feeling and once he feels your breathing stabilize he starts to thrust himself with strong strokes inside you.

Like the first time, you are struggling with the phone because you can’t stop shivering and shaking, you feel him in your guts and recording is much harder than pictures because it lasts longer and you can't stay still for that long. Not with dick inside you.

“K-Kook. I— oh.” You stop to moan when he hits your g-spot and he continues ramming that same spot over and over. “I- I can’t. Hand’s shaking.”

Your sweet boyfriend grabs the phone and lets you settle yourself. “That’s okay princess, I got you. Just lay there, I’ll take care of you.”

He records himself ramming into you for a few minutes, watching himself disappear into you on camera. The taller one can't even believe this is his reality. How did this even happen and most of all with him of all people? He truly was the luckiest man alive!

“‘S deep, Kook.” He fondles one of your breasts as he keeps a harsh pace, rubbing the hard nub with his thumb.

“Yeah baby? Tell me where you feel it.” He whispers loving the way you tremble, your gaze struggling to keep up with his.

“Right here.” You touch right below your belly, palm flat against the feeling of his cock inside you. “So so deep.”

You mumble something else, but he doesn’t get to hear it because your high pitched moans drown everything out. He lets go of your breast watching them bounce as he continues to pound straight into your sweet spot.

The camera catches it all though. The mess between your thighs look just as delicious on film as they do in real time. The sounds you make, the squelching noise that is being created by his cock going deep inside you, and most of all, it captures your beautiful face as it comes apart.

He presses on your stomach right where your own palm rests and you strangle out a whine. “I- I can’t. T-Too much.”

“You can take it. Remember?” His dick tears through you from the inside and you start yelling when he increases his pace. He’s fucking you mercilessly now and you can’t control the sounds that escape. “You were made for me, princess.”

“Yes, yes, I am.” You sound beautiful, but you would kill him if you guys got caught now especially in the position you guys are in.

His firm hand finally comes off your stomach and instead two fingers go inside your mouth, muffling your screams and whines.

The car rocks back and forth. He’s sure people know what the fuck is going on, the windows are foggy as fuck, for fuck’s sake, but you would hate him much worse for not finishing you off.

“Mmff, don— stopff.” He nearly giggles as you struggle to speak, but he keeps his promise quite well. He fucks you ever harder and deeper, his cock will surely fall off after this, but it’s all worth it. He slams inside, bottoming out fully before pulling out and repeating the same steps. “Fuhh-uk.”

“You like that baby?” Jungkook rasps feeling you squeeze tightly around him, which only means one thing, you are really fucking close. “Gonna come all over my cock princess?”

“Mmff.” You are quick to nod and hum sweetly. He decides to pull his fingers out, spit dripping all over. “Yes, yes. Please, don’t stop. Harder Kook- ah!”

Jungkook almost forgets he’s recording and he centers the camera again, wanting to capture every last second of this. You are glistening all over, he’s made a complete mess of you, but he is no better. Jungkook is dripping sweat and yet, that doesn’t stop his mean and precise strokes against your velvet walls, stretching you in ways you didn’t even know were possible.

The final straw is when you feel his messy fingers start toying with your clit and you are coming once again all over your back seats and wetting his cock just how he likes it. Being a squirter had its own perks with a boyfriend like Jungkook because that meant he never stopped fucking you until you completely had nothing more to give.

Jungkook curses when he starts to see your orgasm trinkle out, he fucks you all through it though, feeling the water-like pressure against his slit. And it doesn’t take long before an orgasm catches up to him.

“Inside.” You plead with a pout, eyes completely blown out.

With one last curse Jungkook comes deep inside your walls. He catches his breath for a few moments before pulling out slowly, making sure to capture the dribble of his come which sadly hangs onto your hole. “Push it out for me princess.”

“Nooo, we’re gonna make a mess Kook.” Jungkook shakes his head, a smile on his face because a mess has already been made.

“I’ll clean it. Now, push it out baby.” You almost cover your face because you are sure you turned red, but you start to push his seed out of your hole and he’s tempted to fuck it back inside.

“Fuck. That’s it baby. Perfect comeslut. Isn’t that right?” He stops recording once he’s gotten the shot he wanted and he starts to wipe you down with his shirt, lucky enough that he has a back-up hoodie to cover him after he’s done.

“Yes, all yours.”

You both smile against each other’s lips before he whispers. “I love you princess.”

“I love you more.”

“Impossible baby.”

—-

JK❤️: hiiii 🙂

me: hi baby :) everything okay?

JK❤️: marvelous 😇 i just came watching that video we took earlier ;))

me: baby! 😠 i'm out with karina! can you not talk about sex for two seconds while im out

JK❤️: sure! just came all over myself totally wasn't watching our sextape back ;)))

me: nice talk jungkook.

JK❤️: come home soon~~ i miss you :((((

me: love you too lol

JK❤️: not more than me. come home soon im serious!!!

me: i'll see you later jungkook. ❤️

JK❤️: 😠😠😠

me: ❤️❤️❤️

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targaryenrealnessdarling · 8 months ago

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Veni, Vidi, Vici | Michael Gavey x fem!reader

Summary: Things finally come to a head following the last of Michael's exams | Word Count: 3.2k~ | Warnings: p in v sex, virginity loss, somewhat tipsy sex

Part One : Quid Pro Quo Part Two : Carpe Diem

A:N: let's just ignore the fact this has been in my drafts since December 😘 And yes, I didn't come the first time either, it happens okkkk. Sorry if this is all over the place, I wrote half of it like four months ago and the other half last week soo

Every single time she saw his username pop up on her computer, an involuntary smile spread across her face, and warmth pooled in her belly with the memory of that evening still fresh in her mind. She isn’t quite sure what she enjoys remembering more, his flushed cheeks and glasses askew or the way he was trying to adjust his cargo trousers to somewhat hide his erection by the end of their second tryst.

After that short interaction though, she was surprised at his restraint, if not a bit impressed. She’d at least managed to avoid the irresistible pull of his company in time to finish the last of her exams. And as for Michael, were it not for the odd text message or the ‘active’ icon next to his username in MSN, she would have thought he dropped off the face of the planet.

Part of her can imagine him now, bent over his desk, twirling a pencil between his fingers, mind working like freshly-oiled cogs and pushing his glasses up his nose. Completely concentrated. And yet, he was still on his computer, with the application open, as if to test his own restraint.

And to be fair to him, he never cracked, not once. For the entire time since their last meeting and now, he never messaged.

With her own exams out of her way, she spent most of her time with Priya (albeit at the pub, with glasses of wine emptied as well as the details of every meeting she’d had with Michael Gavey).

“Oh my god, as if you are into nerdy little white boys!” she laughed with a cigarette perched between her two fingers and proclaimed far too loudly so that the entire pub heard.

“Shut u-” she retorted with a slap to her arm, “besides, not so little, if you know what I mean.”

“It’s like I hardly know you. I love it.”

“Stop it,” she retorts, sitting back in her chair with a flush to her face, “he's genuinely nice.”

“That's not what I heard,” Priya snorts, “I hear he had a hissy fit on like the first day ‘cos someone wouldn't ask him a sum.”

“He's very passionate.”

“Hm,” she widened her eyes, “let’s hope it translates.”

She presses her lips together to keep herself from smiling. Watching Priya’s mind tick will never get old.

“Oh my fucking god, is he a v-”

“Yes, Priya!”

She gasps in mock surprise, “you absolute gremlin. So you've not…?”

“Not yet,” she replies with a shake of her head, “told him we could after he's done his exams.”

“And you're making him wait for it? I had no idea you were so cruel.”

She shrugs, biting back a smile as her eyes drop to the table. Excitement bubbling in her belly.

Priya leans in, her voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper, "So, spill it then. What's the plan for the big night?"

She chuckles nervously, swirling the remnants of her wine in her glass. "I don't know, Priya. I've never been in this position before. It's like uncharted territory."

Priya's eyes widen with exaggerated shock. “My queen of confidence, feeling nervous? This I have to see."

She rolls her eyes, but there's a playful glint in them. "Oh, shut up. It's different when it's someone you actually like."

Priya nods understandingly, but then her expression turns mischievous. "Well, just remember to relax and enjoy yourself. And if all else fails, there's always wine."

She laughs, shaking her head. "Thanks, Priya. I appreciate the pep talk."

Priya grins, raising her glass. "To new adventures and nerdy white boys!"

As they continue chatting, her phone buzzes with a new message. She glances down at the screen, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. Priya notices her reaction and nudges her playfully. "Ooh, speak of the devil?"

She nods, trying to suppress her smile as she reads the message. "Yeah, he's just about to go in for his exam."

Priya winks suggestively. "Maybe he's hoping for a sneak preview of what's to come? You know, for luck.”

“Ha ha,” she rolls her eyes, typing off a quick reply of good luck, “remind me to never tell you personal shit ever again.”

“Mate, it's the suit. You're gonna see him in it and jump his di-”

“Priya!”

“What?!”

She should have known better really that wine tends to have this loosening effect on Priya. And she'd barely finished her own glass before it was time to hop off and meet Michael after his very last exam. It was the perfect day for it, with the sun blaring, everyone was in a good mood, with an electrifying and exciting atmosphere light in the breeze.

As she waited with the other groups of friends waiting to cheer on the examinees, she felt that pleasant roll of nerves in her stomach, biting her lip to contain her smile.

She thought that with some level of embarrassment, she was really really falling for this guy. Or this ‘nerdy, white boy’ as Priya so eloquently put it.

Her cheeks hurt from smiling when she saw his lanky, suit clad form saunter out of the exam hall. Her chest ached pleasantly when he hopefully scanned the crowd, watching others join their friends in celebration. And for a moment, she thought she detected the slightest hint of fomo.

But nothing compared to when he finally spotted her.

Though Michael tried to hide it, a thin lipped smile spread across his face, fiddling with the cap he held in his palms, looking down as if to hide his expression.

Her hands found the front of his suit, affectionately running over the material, “Hey. You look nice.”

He nearly rolled his eyes, “can't wait to get out of it. Too hot for this.”

The excited squealing and shouting stole both of their attention for a moment, particularly Michael's. He glanced sideways at the Felix Catton, with his newest toy, smiling and laughing without a care in the world.

She furrowed her brows, patting his chest, “who's that?”

Michael blinked behind his glasses, throat bobbing as he remained quiet for a moment, “No-one. Come on, let's go.”

As they settled by the tranquil riverbank, the gentle murmur of the water providing a soothing backdrop, they both relaxed into the moment. The weight of the exam stress began to lift, replaced by the lightness of shared laughter and companionship.

Sitting side by side, their feet dangling over the edge, they clinked their bottles together in a silent toast before taking refreshing sips. The sun cast a warm glow over them, painting the scene with hues of gold and amber.

Leaning back on their hands, they watched as birds soared overhead, their graceful movements adding to the serenity of the afternoon. Occasionally, a playful breeze would ruffle their hair, prompting soft chuckles and playful swats.

“So, have you decided yet?”

She glanced at him over her shoulder, “what?”

He fiddled with his tie that he'd long taken off in somewhat of a nervous gesture, “it’s been 142 minutes.”

She furrowed her brows, trying not to look amused, “since what?”

He chuckled, trying to hide his nerves. “You said you'd consider being my girlfriend after exams.”

Her smile widened, a fondness evident in her gaze. “Oh, that? Well, I guess it's been 142 minutes too long then, hasn't it?”

She could see the way he was trying not to look too relieved. “Really?”

“Really,” she confirmed, leaning in to press a tender kiss to his lips. “But only if you promise to stop counting the minutes.”

He cocked his head, a breathy laugh falling from between his lips, a faint flush rising to his cheeks at the brief moment of contact. “No can do.”

She hummed a laugh, the lightness of the situation making her stomach flip, “Are the Carol Vorderman posters non-negotiable too?”

He threw his head up to the sky, “Fucking christ, I don’t have-”

“I know! I know!”

Had Michael seen himself months ago, he wouldn’t have imagined it, walking back to his dorm with a half-empty stomach and the alcohol to replace it with a tipsy waddle, and a girl’s hand closed in his, swinging at their sides.

Whereas campus was usually rife with busy students, toing and froing between the library, lectures and their dorms, today was calm, clear. And it felt as if for once, Michael could loosen the reins on the anticipation that had been building in preparation for his exams, and relax into the soothing company she offered.

She laughed as he tripped over the threshold to his room, the tiniest drop of fruity cider still at the bottom of her bottle. Michael flushed and immediately went to unbutton his shirt, looking somewhat apprehensive.

“Leave it on, if you want,” she smiled coyly, watching the way a blush crept up his neck, his wide blue eyes beneath the frames of his glasses all shy with anticipation.

“...you sure?”

She nodded immediately, trying to calm his nerves. Though she could hardly blame him, she'd felt the same flutters in her belly when it was her first time. She was sure he was no different.

“Course, looks good on you anyway,” she mused, her fingers gently swatting his hand away playfully to undo only the top few buttons. Michael shivered at her touch there, sending waves of pleasurable nerves through his body.

They stood there for a moment, taking each other in, and as she set her bottle down on the desk, she couldn't help but lean in to press one, two, tipsy kisses to his neck. If she could see his face, his eyes had long since slipped shut, lips parted as if not knowing what on earth to say.

“I've…never done this before.”

“It's okay,” she whispered, breath hot on his skin, “I'll look after you.”

The cheeky smile she gave him made his heart almost stop dead in his chest. But his confession, and her calm receiving of it, seemed to bridge the gap between them, and when she turned her head to look at him, he captured the surprised gasp between his lips, and worked up the courage he'd built the last two trysts of intimacy into this one tender moment.

It was gentle at first, hesitant. But as their mutual desire overcame their initial shyness, it deepened in no time.

Her hands found their way to the back of his neck, careful fingers threading up over his nap to the sandy, blonde hair that had formed a subtle wave from the humidity. His own hands settled on her waist, pulling their bodies flush. And the softness of her lips and the anticipation of his hands drifting lower to the hem of her dress, had his stomach doing backflips.

They moved to the bed by sheer instinct, their kisses growing more urgent as she gently pushed him down and straddled his lap, all while his hands roamed her back, waist and lower towards her thighs, exploring the contours and curves of her body above him.

She pulled back slightly, her own face flushed from heat, feeling his hardness already between her legs where she was placed on top of him, “trust me, okay?”

Michael nodded, the bob of his throat betraying how nervous he was, “I do...”

She smiled, her own confidence calming his nerves, and guided his hands to the straps of her dress, showing without words that there was nothing beneath it. Michael himself let out a strained whimper when her hand crept up his thigh, and massaged his erection through his suit trousers, squeezing up his shaft to the sensitive tip.

“We can do it like this, if you prefer..” she whispered, wanting to do things the way he wanted for his first time.

He nodded, looking up at her with an expression that said everything, relief, “yeah, please..”

Her hands were tender and slow, undoing the heavy buckle of his belt and popping the button, each movement making the air feel hot in his chest. And emboldened by their intimacy, his own hands slid up her thighs, rolling the hem of her dress up to her hips, sighing against her lips and smirking when she whined at his grip.

“Fuck-”

It was her turn to grin when she finally wrapped her hand around him, pulling him from the confines of his boxers and teasing him with her touch. His eyes dared to look between them, at her slender fingers around his cock, drawing both delicious pleasure and sending sparks up his spine.

Her hips lowered, to grind herself on his length, and Michael nearly lost it there and then, even thinking about being inside her. To be honest, it was part of the reason he wanted to stay clothed, because he'd finish too quickly if he saw her completely naked.

“You okay?” She asked with a pleased smile, knowing her answer without needing an answer.

“Y-yeah…do I need…”

“It's up to you,” she reassured, “I'm clean, and I'm on the pill so…”

He nodded, secretly a little mortified at the idea of having his first time without protection on his part. It had always been drilled into him that, in truth, he was a little apprehensive, but the knowledge that she was careful, made him feel better about it.

“Do you want me like this?” She asked quietly, her lips at his jaw, pressing tiny gentle kisses, “me on top.”

“Yeah, yeah…”, Michael nodded quickly, his hands tightening at her hips. In truth he just wanted to do it, too wound tight and excited to care about the position.

She shuffled closer, trailing her lips down his neck as she pulled her underwear to one side. Truthfully the alcohol, as little as it was, had made her a bit needy for him the second he walked out of the exam hall. And being his first time, it was probably just as well he didn't feel the need to prepare her, assuming it'd be overwhelming for him.

Slowly she lowered herself onto him, the initial stretch stealing the air from her lungs for a moment. She could feel his breath come in ragged gasps. His grip tighten. And as soon as she felt him tense, she stopped and let him decide when he wanted to continue.

She was so warm and tight around him, Michael couldn't help at first but think it was uncomfortable. But once he took a breath, he could feel her silky walls envelop him, closing in with a desperate hold. It was hard to stay still. And that initial discomfort ebbed into relaxation.

She was about to ask if he was okay, but she let out a strained moan, as his hands pushed her hips down to meet his as he pushed up, pulling her on top of him so that she was flush to his body.

Her hands held him tight, he felt utterly different inside her than she had imagined. The stretch of him was a pleasurable pain at first, but once she'd relaxed and adjusted around him, after months of no sex, she felt herself grind on him slightly.

“Jesus fucking Christ-”

She smiled at that, leaning up to face him, “you okay?..”

“God, yeah, very okay-” he manages.

“Do you want me to-”

“Can I…” he asks, “please.”

“Y-yeah-”

His hand slipped behind her neck, tugging her lips down to his, while the other slid down her back, pushing her down on him to meet him halfway with every tentative thrust into her. From this position, with her chest nearly flush to his, her breasts rippling over the top of her dress rhythmically, she could feel him deeper. And the sensation had her unable to form any coherent thought.

She knew he wouldn't last long. Judging by the way he was moaning lowly against her lips and how his hips stuttered as they moved.

She also didn't expect any kind of orgasm from the experience, fully wanting it to just be comfortable for Michael and nothing else. But when he pulls her down, his hands snaking around her waist tightly, and the cooling sensation on his glasses against her shoulder as he buries his head there, she finds that, whether he intended to or not, he brushes against her sweet spot.

Michael groans as she tightens around him slightly, each push inside of her fuels the numb, simmering sparks of an orgasm, slowly building, and she is powerless to stop it.

“Fffuck-”

And yet she can feel him losing momentum. He's worn himself out too early she can tell. So pushing herself off his chest, she sits up on top of him and does the work herself. Her thighs burn and she feels a bit self conscious being in full view like this, but it feels too good for her to care. She grinds her hips down on his length, looking down at Michael and watching his appreciative expression, his glasses skewed slightly.

His jaw goes slack at the renewed pace, and his hands remain on her waist as he throws his head back, brows furrowed, the tell tale sign he's nearly there. So concentrated on moving on top of him, she knows she won't come, but it still feels nice nonetheless.

And as she pushes her hips backwards and forwards on him, nudging her sweet spot more forcefully, she cries out, causing Michael to look down between them and watch the way he disappears inside of her, moist bodies slapping together.

“Oh fuck, fuck, I'm-”

Michael would be ashamed to say how much he's touched himself to the thought of that first night with her, when she knelt between his legs in the common room. Of course, it felt good. But finishing inside her, with her smooth, velvety walls sucking him in, fluttering around him, feels so entirely different. It's like being on another planet.

His hips give a few final mini thrusts up into her, before he stills, riding out his high and letting himself descend from heaven. He is only brought back, when she leans down to kiss his neck, trailing up to his jaw.

“You okay?...” She asks, her voice ragged and quiet.

Michael swallows through breaths he sucks in, “yeah…” he answers simply, glancing up at her and smiling through foggy lenses. “You?”

She laughs breathily, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest, “More than okay.”

“Even though you didn't…?”

“Don't worry about me. Tonight was for you,” she smiles, sliding off him to his side, and pulling her dress down slightly. “You did great, you know.”

He chuckles, tucking himself away, slinging an arm around her, “guess all that practice watching Countdown paid off.”

She snorts a laugh at that, the atmosphere lifting, “yeah, remind me to send Carol Vordermann an official thank you.”

Michael grins, feeling more relaxed now. "You think she'd respond? Maybe send me an autograph for my wall?"

She laughs, nudging him playfully. "Oh, I'm sure she'd be thrilled to know she had such a positive impact on your life.” she smiles at him, tucking herself beneath the covers, “anyway stop talking about other women around me, I get jealous.”

“Sor-ry,” he smirks. Michael's grin widens as he pretends to ponder deeply. "Well, as long as you're teaching, maybe you could help me with all the different positions... in grammar, of course."

She laughs, her eyes twinkling with amusement as he rolls on top of her, her legs parting instinctually. "Oh, absolutely, but I must warn you, I'm very thorough."

Michael replies, voice low and warm, his hand stealing between them both to slide his fingers between her thighs. “Good thing I'm a quick learner then.”

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disneyprincemuke · 9 months ago

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you don't get to tell me about sad * fem!driver

outtakes of her year that i didn't know where to fit lol so this is the last(ish) angst installment

pairings: sebastian vettel x fem!driver, max verstappen x fem!driver

notes: iM BACK BABYYY

(series masterlist) | (📂 2025: fall from grace)

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so she runs from her garage again. just another weekend where everything has skewed from what was discussed and there is no reasoning to be done.

she finished the race damn near last over a pitstop that ran longer than it should have.

the minute sebastian could not spew an excuse she would hear out was the minute she stopped listening to him during the race. and honestly, it was the only way she could salvage not finishing last of the pack.

“let’s talk about it,” sebastian says, hurriedly chasing her down as she storms into the racing home, her presence immediately silencing the chatter in the room. “let me talk you through what happened. it’s not your fault.”

“i know it’s not!” her distress is made known, echoing in the air of the room. she stops in her tracks and turns to face sebastian still by the door, flinching back. “how could that be my fault? i was doing my end of the bargain as a driver!”

he takes a deep breath. “rocky, just listen to me, okay?”

“it’s not fair! none of this weekend was my fault!” she shrieks, turning back around and trudging up the stairs loudly. “the team fucked me over, that’s what happened! i can’t possibly think of a reason you could come up with to excuse what happened!”

“i’m not excusing it, i’m just–”

“oh, god, sebastian!” she stomps her foot on the ground to demand sebastian’s attention. which surprisingly works. “just admit it — the team fucked me over. point blank period, that’s literally what happened.”

sebastian sucks in a deep breath. “yes, we did. and we’re extremely sorry. but–”

“’but’ again,” she laughs dryly, rolling her eyes. she makes a sharp turn for her driver’s room and holds a hand up to stop the step he tries to take towards her. “take your apology to the headlines being drafted about me as we go in circles over this, sebastian.”

“you know i’m not breaking up with you,” matt says amidst the silence that they’ve been sitting in as he packs his bag. “i just need a break.”

“from me,” she points out shakily, dropping her head low.

“from this cycle.” he lifts his head and sits back to look at her.

she sits on the edge of her bed, feet hovering slightly over the floor. she watches her feet swing slightly, counting in her head, desperate not to lose the last remaining sanity she feels she has.

initially, she sat in the vacant room in tears, refusing to watch him pack up to leave her all alone in her apartment. she wallowed in her woes in a dark corner before she eventually dragged herself back into her bedroom.

she’s been sitting here watching him in silence ever since, trying to find the words in her head to say something to him.

maybe he’ll change his mind; maybe he’ll stay if she says the right thing.

“yeah, i get that.”

“i don’t think you do.” he stands from his position on the ground and walks over to her on the bed. he takes the empty spot next to her, resting his hand above hers that grips the mattress tightly. he feels her grip loosen slightly. “i still love you, bub.”

she shakes her head with a sigh. “i would have stopped a long time ago if i were you. i’m not very nice.”

“it doesn’t work like that,” he squeezes her hand, “you’re having a hard time. i get that and it’s okay. but i want you to want the help i’m giving you. i’m not going to force it on you if you’re just going to keep pushing me away when i try.”

“i don’t know why i keep doing that,” she admits with a scoff. she drops her back on the bed behind her and looks up at the ceiling of her bedroom. “i’m not usually like this, i promise. i’m better than this.”

“i know.” matt mirrors her actions and drops himself on the mattress.

she wants to say she’s sorry and that she’s thankful for him sticking around longer than he had to. it’s at the edge of her tongue but she simply cannot get herself to admit that she’s wrong. that perhaps this time, someone is finally right about her.

“do you, really?” she hums, “i’m the worst.”

“i think you should give yourself a little more credit,” he sighs, reaching out for her hand again. this time, she moves her hand away before he can grab it. “i’ll come home soon, okay? i’ll come back for you, i promise.”

she repeats in her head the gameplan she’d drafted with sebastian. the one that seemed so foolproof all weekend that made her believe she could turn it all around.

instead, she’s standing on the grass next to her wrecked car, another unfortunate mishap she’s sure would make her talk of the town again.

she puts her hands on her hips as her eyes trail over to her blown tyre. then she remembers that her crash wasn’t caused all by herself.

“are you alright?” charles asks softly, slowly approaching her as he takes his helmet off. “unlucky weekend.”

she glances over her shoulder where he approaches her. she forces a small grin to her face and tries to wave his concerns away. “i’m fine.”

her chest starts to hurt slightly, tears prickling at her eyes.

this is not the time and place to be breaking down. especially not at someone like charles because surely, something went wrong with her that caused this.

“it’s my fau–”

surely, it can’t be his fault. there’s no way that the person she’s looked up could cause this crash.

but there’s also a voice in her head telling her to believe charles. he wouldn’t be apologising if he didn’t actually think that he caused it.

“unfortunate,” she chuckles. she swallows the scream threatening to make itself known and shrugs at charles. “i’ll see you in the paddocks, mate.”

“thought i might find you here.”

“fuck off, max.”

the older driver laughs, walking over to her with hands in the pocket of his jeans. he drops himself on the little platform she’s resting on.

“everyone’s looking for you,” max chuckles, innocently taking a sip from his water bottle. “i heard seb panicking and sending out a search party to get you.”

“i know,” she snorts, “i heard him screaming and delegating people to find me.”

the only reason max knew where to find her is because he is the one who introduced her to this place. he had found her holding her tears in at some point last season walking around the paddocks and he whisked her away without another word.

it’s a pretty obscure location in the paddocks, one that max often resided in when it got too chaotic and loud. she’s the only one he’s ever given this sort of information to.

“how’s everything?” he asks with a sigh, leaning back on the wall behind them. “matt flew back to the states already?”

she nods and drops her head, picking at the grass beneath them. while she truly tried to keep her problems to herself, max approached her a week prior when he saw her entering the paddocks all by herself.

he had asked why the man, typically found on her arm every race weekend, was not with her today.

she softly admitted that they’re on a break, prompted by her reactionary behaviour from how her year is going so far. still, she tries to keep the confession minimal.

it’s hard enough to watch your boyfriend pack his things in silence to leave you behind. it’s even harder to admit that there’s nobody else to blame but yourself.

her mishaps every weekend on the paddocks, she can point all the fingers she wants. but when it came to her matt, there was nobody else she could pin it on. there were 2 people in that relationship and she knows that she’s the one that’s burned it down.

“i’m so sorry,” max sighs, resting his cheek in his hand. he props his elbow on his knee as she leans forward. “that must be really hard for you.”

she shrugs. it’s really not that big of a deal. or, at least, it shouldn’t be to somebody else in a happy relationship of his own. “it’s my fault, anyway. i don’t blame him.”

“you can still be upset about it,” he mutters. “i know you love him, so i don’t imagine any of this is making you feel better at all.” he puts a hand on her back and rubs circles, something he honestly wishes someone had done for him when he was younger. “it’s just me, mate.”

“it’s alright, but thanks for trying to be there for me,” she grimaces, turning momentarily to give him a small smile. “but i don’t reckon i get to feel bad for deliberately pushing him over the edge.”

she’d been fine all day. she thought she was genuinely getting better: she’d even gone for a walk in the sun and felt enlightened most of the hours she’d been awake.

that was until she had sat down at her dining table with dinner, consumed whole by the silence and emptiness of her apartment. without understanding why, she lost her appetite as her stomach started to churn.

her heart feels like it’s skipping beats from how unwell she suddenly felt.

she finds herself on the floor of her bedroom, phone pressed up against her ear as the ringing pulls her in and out of her trance.

her world has spinning for the better part of 5 minutes, her chest feeling like it’s closing in on itself and the framed picture in her peripheral vision taunts her.

there’s no climbing out of this rut; she’s almost sure she will be stuck in here forever. she either lives with the fact that she’s a failure or it’ll someday kill her.

“hello? is this really you?”

tears she hadn’t realised were there start to fall out of her eyes. the sob she didn’t know she had in her throat fills the room as she drops her head into her other hand.

“i don’t know why i called,” she pauses with a soft sob, “sorry, i should go.”

“no,” a firm voice demands, “just stay on the line.”

“okay.”

she had just spoken with matt this morning, on a short 5-minute welfare check video call. she told him she was feeling slightly better with the biggest smile on her face.

now she doubts herself if she’d even meant it. if she was truly better, she wouldn’t be here on the floor feeling worse than when she woke up this morning.

going backwards isn’t supposed to be the way she’s going.

it’s always forward. if there’s no progress towards the betterment of her situation, then she’s simply not trying hard enough.

she should try harder. it’s the only way.

“hey,” matt coos softly to catch her attention. “if you need me there, just say the word. i’ll come home.”

she wants to say yes. she even wants to break into a louder sob and admit that she misses him; probably might even be going crazy without his presence as of late.

she hasn’t got anything figured out.

but instead, she says, “i’ll be okay.”

being alone in her hotel room is the last thing she wanted for herself, the silence too overbearing for her to handle. though asking to hang out with her friends she watched leave together to get dinner wasn’t an option either.

so she opted to lock herself in her driver’s room until someone chases her out. perhaps she’ll sleep over without anybody finding out.

she’d coddled herself up in her beanbag under a blanket, reading away furiously on the things people said about her.

sure, she shouldn’t be on these sites speaking ill of her, but there’s nobody to stop her. she’s fallen down the rabbit hole of everyone’s opinions of her once more and she can’t seem to stop.

she’s stooped even lower this time: she’s on social media reading what the public has to say about her.

it’s not just about whoever in the industry is saying now.

she never tried to let anyone’s opinion of her, in forms of tweets and social media posts, get to her much.

but a post highlighting about the two mere instances where she had unintentionally lashed out on matt in the paddocks did it for her. and the one time she had a disagreement with sebastian in her racing home after a pitstop mishap.

“for fuck’s sake,” she cries, throwing the blanket off her.

she can’t throw her ipad. she starts to heave, feeling it all coming down on her once more.

she grabs the closest thing to her. and unfortunately, it’s the very mug she’d gotten 2 years ago as a present for sebastian.

you know, the matching mugs she got as a celebration for scoring points as a race engineer and driver duo on the grid.

and it does what a mug would do if you threw it against the wall: it shatters. into pieces.

it’s repairable if she really thought about it rationally. the handle has popped out along with another large piece straying by its side.

only then she realises what she’s done.

“oh, fuck.” she sits hurriedly and brushes the stray hairs from her face. “oh, no.”

she scrambles from the ground and runs over to the other side of the room where her favourite mug sits in 3 separate pieces, tears prickling at her eyes as she realises what she’s done.

she gathers it into her hands with a heavy cry, dropping her hands into her lap. if she’d known sooner that this mug was what she’d grabbed out of fury, she wouldn’t have chucked it across the room.

“come on,” she whispers to herself, trying to fit the pieces together as if it would magically mend itself. “fix yourself. be a mug again?”

“i thought you were back at the hotel– are you okay?”

“i didn’t mean to do it,” she cries at the familiar voice and accent, lifting her head and hands to show him what she’s done. “i didn’t mean to, i didn’t even realise what i was throwing until it broke into this many pieces.”

“hey,” sebastian coos, softly closing the door behind him. he walks over to where she kneels on the ground and grabs her shoulder. “you’re okay. it’s okay.”

she shakes her head profusely and rests her head on his shoulder. “i didn’t mean it. i didn’t want to break it — i still like you, i promise. you’re like my dad when we’re on the road. i’m s– i didn’t mean it.”

“relax.” he squeezes her shoulder, pressing a firm kiss to her temple. “it’s just a mug. we’ll just get a new one, okay? don’t even worry about it.”

he waits for a second as she processes his words, slightly hesitant to agree with him. she nods slowly, “are you sure? you’re not mad?”

“i’m not mad,” sebastian hums with a smile. “let’s get you back to your hotel room, okay? i was just about to head out.”

“okay.”

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bxeckersz · 9 months ago

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Missed You | Female reader x Caitlin Clark

Summary: Caitlin has gotten drafted to the WNBA and it feels like you haven’t seen her in ages. Little do you know, she has a surprise.

Part 1

It’s been 3 weeks since Caitlin got drafted to Indiana Fever. and it feels like i haven’t seen her in ages. Interviews, training camps, tv shows had all taken over my girlfriend.

“I miss you so much, baby” Caitlin says over facetime, her voice raspy. “I miss you too, cait.” I reply, pulling the blank over me. “How’d training camp go?” I ask, turning the brightness up on my computer.

“Ehh. I mean it went well, i’ve adapted to the team and shit. They treat me amazing but i dunno. Y’know. Being a rookie and all it’s.. i dunno. unreal almost.” She says. “I get you, baby. It’s okay. You weren’t the number 1 pick in the draft for nothing.” I reply, reassuring her.

“yeah. So what are you doing right now, hm?” She asks, pulling her phone up. “Just talking to you. It’s been so boring without you. I miss you a lot. My mom says i’m acting depressed without you.” I chuckle. “I miss you a lot too, princess. You don’t know how many times i’ve cried because you weren’t at my first day of training camp.” She replies.

“Vannessa!” I hear from downstairs. “Hold on, cait, my mom is calling me.” I say. “Okay” She replies, going on her phone. “Yes?” I yell to her. “Do you know where my red lipstick is?” She says, walking into my room. “Hi, mrs. Katz” Caitlin yells through the facetime call.

“Hey, cait! everything good down there?” My mom replies, peeking her head at my laptop. “Yup.” Caitlin says. “That’s good. Nessa, hunny, have you seen my red lipstick? i’m going out with your dad.” She asks. “Uhm last time i checked it was in the bathroom, in your makeup drawer.” I say to her as she nods and walks out.

“Princess, it’s getting late, i have to go to sleep. We can sleep on the phone of you want.” Caitlin says. “Okay. let’s sleep on the phone, i’ll mute myself to not wake you.” I reply. “Okay. Goodnight, I love you, baby” She says. “Goodnight, love you too.” I say, blowing her a kiss through the phone and muting it.

•

The last couple of days me and Caitlin have been facetiming less and less. It’s killing me inside. I miss her face. I miss her laugh. I moss the way she calls me princess. I miss her.

‘Open the door’ Caitlin texts me. ‘??’ I reply. ‘open the door, will you, ma? it’s cold as shit out here.’ She texts back.

I immediately hop out of my bed and sprint down the stairs running to the door. Sure enough, Caitlin is standing there. Bags in her hand, A black Nike tech on with White Air forces.

“caitlin!” I scream as i jump onto her, making her drop her begs. “I missed you so much.” I say, tearing up. My mom runs down the stairs to see the commotion and she sees me and cait.

I hop down and try to hide that i’m crying, but it’s clear as day. “Baby, are you crying?” Caitlin asks, laughing a little. I nod as i tear up way more. “I just missed you so much.” I say as i hug her again. She walks into my house and says hi to my brother, dad, and mom and we go upstairs to my room.

I sit down on her lap as i hug her more. “Baby, i missed you so much.” I say into her shoulder. “I’m gonna be here for a week.” She says into my ear. “Really?!” I yell out in excitement. She nods at me and i hug her again.

“We’re gonna have the best week ever.” I say into her shoulder. Fuck, I missed her scent. She was really gonna be here for a week.

•

It’s currently 10:47 pm and me and caitlin are watching a movie. I’m laying on top of her, my head on her chest and legs over hers, her hand rubbing circles on my upper thigh. she plants a small kiss on my forehead and i feel her phone buzz.

A group chat titled ‘Indiana fever’ texts her. “It’s the team group chat” She says. I hum and go back to watching the movie. “Why didn’t you stay at your dorm?” She asks, stroking my hair.

I shrug my shoulders in response. “I wanted to come home.” I say. She nods and kisses my forehead. “Baby” I say, turning to face her. “huh?” She replies. I say nothing and just kiss her.

By the second, the kiss got sloppier and sloppier. Her hands slipping up my shirt, rubbing my back. I sit up on top of her, still kissing me.

I pulled my shirt off as well as hers, knowing exactly what i was doing. god i missed this.

•

part 2 w smut coming 🤗🤗

#caitlin clark smut #caitlin clark #basketball #wlw #iowa wbb #iowa hawkeyes #cute #read please #wlw post

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importantgalaxyrunaway · 1 year ago

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Honeysuckle (Coriolanus snow x reader) pt 2

part one here

summary: what if Coriolanus snow met y/n in the arena during the games??

Warnings: angst, kinda suggestive, slight plot divergence, take place during movie, lovesick characters. (This has been in my drafts for a while and this idea in my head for even longer)

(Coryo’s pov) y/n. Y/n y/n. That’s all that I could think about ever since their last “meeting”. From then on every single moment of her in that arena had been torture for him. They say love made people crazy and this was definitely the case for me. Love? Is this what this is? Pull it together it was one kiss! One extremely good kiss from one extraordinary girl! I needed to-to calm down. I need her. I didn’t know how to explain it she made him feel safe. He wasn’t afraid to tell about his struggles with poverty with her.

I stared at my screen blankly. God ever since she set foot in that arena it had been torture.the worst part is I’m powerless to stop it. I’m always terrified that her breath will leave her chest one last time. That her eyes will never see that spark again. That I could never smell the sweet scent of honeysuckle that fills the air wherever she walks by. That her lips…so soft, so fiery and passionate would never touch his again. I fear I would never be able to hold her again. Not through bars like he did the night before he left. More intimately to see and care for every aspect of her beautiful , beautiful body. As normal lovers would. Such a luxury it would be to be normal. even if she did survive there would be some who looked down on her still. But I could easily get rid of them…..! The arena was on screen but the tributes were sleeping. I looked around, it was dark I was the only one and certainly the only mentor left. Of course they didn’t have such complicated feelings for their tributes. So I grabbed my coat and started walking home. As I was walking through the cold crisp air. My mind wandered. If y/n l/n survives she could come to captial with him. She said she wasn’t exactly district and she didn’t have any family other than the covey. If their “relationship” continues she could even become the First Lady of panem….

but we need to focus on keeping her alive? But how can u do that when people are actively trying to kill her……

I was so lost in thought about y/n being kept alive and possibly things I could do with her if she survived that I didn’t notice senjanus’s mother sitting in the kitchen talking to the grand ma’am. But everything became clear when I saw senjanus himself on the tv in the arena……..

(y/n’s Pov)

I shiver and hug my knees against my chest. The arena was cold and drafty, it didn’t help that I was hiding behind large pieces of rubble in the shadows alone. I smoothed out my colorful dress that matches my hair with its warm color's.no what was worse than the cold was the loneliness. I feel so abandoned, left to fend for myself. As I smooth out my dress my fingers come across the contact in my pocket. I take it out and trace the intricate and complex design with my fingers. I feel every groove on the surface. It’s feels like an embraces from Coryo himself. As I trace the patterns I lean my head back and close my eyes I can almost imagine him intertwining his fingers with mine, him kissing my neck, his hands roaming all over my body………underneath my shirt…..

That boy was something else. Unlike any other district boy I’ve ever seen. He sure was captial but even in the capital! He was one of the most handsome people I’ve ever met. His aura expresses confidence, while in truth he does it to hide is family turning to shambles. The truth is he’s made me feel things I’ve never felt for someone before. Yes I’ve kissed boys before but as an 18 tribute I can say that none of them mattered. I never cared for them. It just filled time. With Coriolanus I didn’t feel that I felt passion and something else..? Hunger? Those kisses did the opposite of satisfying me they made me want more. When I kissed him I felt something stir deep inside me….

I hear footsteps near the cornucopia and I dare to peak my head out. I see the signature academy red color and a boy with brown hair, seajanus I now recognize him he is sprinkling bread crumbs over Marcus’s body. But then my heart skips almost three beats when I see another boy with blond hair in academy red uniform come out. He speaks to boy and convinces him to stand up. I decide to risk it I go run into the open and see them.

“y/n!” He turns to me

“Coryo!”

I hold and cradle his face softly as if it is the last thing on earth. I grab it fearing that he will be taken from me or this is just some sick twisted trick my dr. Gaul.

“oh god your alive…” words seem to fail him but meet his eyes with my own and see tears in his. “You’re alive” A tear he fought back trickles down his face. I move my hands from his face and so I put them around his neck. At this moment I don’t care if senjanus is still there.

“I love you” i whisper

“I love you too” he whispers back

that’s all I need before I lunge at his neck kissing it fiercely. I find one spot and suck and kiss it. Knowing it will leave a mark…something to remember me by. A light groan leaves his mouth. Almost a soft moan, small enough for only me to hear. His hands travel to my waist. My kisses now travel away from the hickey that is forming and hug him. We desperately grab at each other both astonished that each other is still alive. He cups my face.

“Y-you need to go!” I snap to my senses “the tributes will be coming soon!”

“I know…seajanus?” “i-“: I turned to face the tributes and run, run for my life because truthfully i am. My feet take up a mind over their own and sweat drips down my face. The tributes however run after Coriolanus and sejanus. I duck away into the catacomb where my things are stashed. Some sparse food and water from a sponsor. I look around to see if anyone if there then small tears trickle down my cheeks.

“Corio….corio…….im sorry…. I wish we met different…I really do”

(Please leave a comment if you can and let me know what you think)

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officialfics · 2 years ago

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┌──❀*̥𝒦ℯℯ𝓅 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓉ℯ ❀*̥˚─┐

A/N:Just a thought I had so I wrote it. This has been in my drafts for a while, tell me what you think 💭

Warnings: slight smut, none ⚠️ •••

Pedri’s parents have always liked you. They always said their son was lucky to be with such a successful women like you. Especially his mother she adored you treating you like family.

Tonight you had been invited to a family dinner with your boyfriends family. They always had this sort of family event every couple of weeks. His mom invitet you specifically and told you to bring an overnight bag since there would be a lot of drinking. She didn’t it want you two to leave drunk from her house.

Pedri had just gotten out of the shower. A towel wrapped around his waist and you eyes were scanning his defined abs following his every move from your vanity. -take a picture it will last longer- he teased you with a smirk plastered on his face. -oh shut up, you- you mumbled under your breath. He laughed, gave you a kiss and went into the wardrobe to get dressed.

Whilst in the car you two talked about plans for the weekend. He had a week off from football and so he wanted to spend as much time as possible with both you and his family. As he pulled into the driveway, You heard his brothers playing music from outside of the house. -yeah we sure aren’t heading home tonight- he said as he grabbed his speaker out of the car. -you’re gonna play that playlist again aren’t you?- you asked looking at him curiously. He took your hand in his and gave you a cheeky smile, you knew the answer.

As you got in you two greeted everybody and you went to the kitchen to help his his mother with the food. you had a good laugh and talked about the drama in your lives. The guys were outside on the deck getting the table ready.

Later the food was out and everyone was having a good time engaging in various small talks and life updates. after the food was cleared off the table. The snacks were heading out of the kitchen and into the living room, getting ready for some snack time and a movie before bed.

You say on the couch your boyfriend on your left and his mother on your right. As Fernando and his father were sitting on the other side of the couch, talking about some show. She pulled out a photo album full of pictures from her sons childhood. About forty five minutes had passed. Everyone but you and Pedri were a little drunk. His mother had showed you multiple pictures of her son’s up until a specific one came up. -oh honey, look at this one. Do you remember when you and Pedri wore the devil and angel costumes for Halloween?- she looked at you and the memory suddenly emerged.

You and him had been friends since your childhood and later he confessed his feelings and you two became a couple. this was the Halloween we’re you realised you felt something for him even though you were still young. He gave you some sore of comfort and peace, something no one else was capable of.

—yes I do actually, we looked so cute- she laughed along with you whilst Ferran and his father we’re wondering what could be so funny. - you looked so pure, my little angel-she pulled you in for a side hug. Pedri coughed halfway through drinking his champagne. As if what she had said was hilarious. He sat up and got closer to your your body. You could feel his breath on your neck. It sent shivers down your spine. yet he made it look so innocent. -you weren’t so pure last night, grinding on my cock- he whispered into your ear making you blush from embarrassment. You nudged him from the side, practically telling him to shut up. You turned to him his eyes were already looking at you. The eye contact had you on a chock hold. He had an effect on your and he knew it.

Only minutes later a movie was playing, but you excused yourself early to go to bed. It had been a long day and Pedri eye fucking you wasn’t helping you one bit.

Your were walking up the stairs to your room. Till two hands grabbed you and pulled you into a room with dimmed lights where you found yourself pinned between a wall and a strong body. -Pedro- you grunted looking him. He hushed you and pulled you in for a kiss, two hands hands on your jaw holding you in place. You squirmed from the tension.

The kiss was passionate and hot. he caressed your sides making you moan giving him a chance to slip his tongue in and you let him. This was going to be along night …

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bluesylveon2 · 2 years ago

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Dating Troubles

Summary: Yuu and Jamil have been dating for a long time, but Jamil has been acting distant lately. Yuu wants answers

Note: SUGGESTIVE STUFF but it does not get explicit, fluff with some angst, post NRC, aged up characters, Yuu/Reader is not the Prefect, mentioned Book 5 events, and hayati means my life. This fic has been sitting in my drafts

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning: not beta read, possible ooc characters, and implied sexual content (not explicit)

Masterlist

The sound of a door opening and keys rustling brought Yuu's attention. It was time to get into position before her boyfriend, Jamil, arrived in their shared bedroom. She quickly sat down on the bed.

"Yuu, I'm home," he called out. It took a lot of willpower for Yuu to not slam open the door and run into his arm, but she needed answers.

The sound of footsteps grew louder the closer Jamil got, until he finally opened the door. He was dressed in his red hoodie and joggers.

"Yuu? Hayati, why are you awake?" Jamil set his bag down and walked towards Yuu.

Yuu smiled sadly. "I was waiting for you."

Jamil frowned at Yuu's response. He could sense something was wrong, but Yuu looked relaxed, almost like there was nothing to worry about. "You were waiting for me…do you plan on watching me strip first?" he lightly joked to lighten the atmosphere. What surprised him was when Yuu nodded. She stood up and walked towards Jamil. Yuu smiled seductively and caressed her boyfriend's bicep.

"I miss you, Jamil. We haven't seen each other in a while." Jamil felt his heartbeat speed up as Yuu's fingers traveled to his chest. Suddenly, Jamil felt his body fall until he sat on the bed. He looked up to see Yuu smirking down at him. "I've been feeling lonely without you."

Jamil raised a hand up to caress Yuu's cheek. "I've missed you too."

Yuu's smile grew as she placed her legs on either side of Jamil and straddled him. Leaning in close, Yuu placed her face on the crook of Jamil's neck. She breathed in his scent before placing an innocent kiss on his skin. Yuu ran her hand through Jamil's long hair as she leaned back and held his face in both hands. She leaned forward and placed her lips on his. Their lips moved together fiercely like a dance as Jamil wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer so their bodies were pressed together.

Yuu eventually pulled away to let Jamil catch his breath. "Jamil?"

"Yes?" his face was bright red, and he looked at Yuu with lust in his eyes.

Yuu smiled before leaning close to Jamil's ear. "Are you cheating on me?"

Suddenly, the romantic atmosphere crashed around them. Jamil's hands froze, and they looked into Yuu's eyes. "What are you talking about?"

Yuu sighed before getting off Jamil's lap and sitting by his side. "It's been weeks, Jamil. Weeks since we last went out on a date. You are always out, and you come home late, really sweaty. You smell like perfume, and it looks like you have leftover lip gloss on you." She said and leaned forward to rub her thumb against his lips to wipe it out.

Jamil's eyes widen in realization. "Earlier, when you put your face on my neck…"

Yuu nodded. Her eyes started becoming glossy with tears, and she felt her heart beginning to break. "The perfume smell is on you too. Since you two are close, I even asked Kalim if he knew anything, but he won't tell me anything. He claims there was nothing to worry about, but that made it even worse for me." Yuu curled her hands into fists. "So I will ask you this again, and I want you to be honest. Are you cheating on me?"

Jamil ran a hand through his hair and sighed; he dug into his pocket to pull out his phone. Meanwhile, Yuu felt her heart break even more. Was he going to show her his secret lover? She did not expect him to have MagiTube open. On the screen were a younger Jamil and other boys Yuu recognized, like Kalim and Vil.

"I want you to watch this video. This will explain most of it."

Yuu briefly glanced at Jamil as he pressed play.

"It’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for! Here, at the National Arcane Academy Culture Fair at Night Raven College! The Song and Dance Championship musical presentation is about to begin! Introducing our first performance! It’s the entrants from the school hosting the culture fair, Night Raven College, performing “Absolutely Beautiful!”” an emcee announced as the boys, who all looked like they ran a marathon, entered.

Yuu felt her sadness go away, and relief fills it instead. She was mesmerized by the group's performance and coordination. She could not stop the smile from growing when it got to Jamil's solo. Finally, the song ended, and Jamil turned off his phone. He looked at Yuu with a smile.

"Woah! That was so cool! Your performance was amazing and your solo was just..wow!"

Jamil laughed. "That ironically was not our best performance, but Vil wants to change that. You know how he is dating your cousin?" Yuu nodded, and Jamil continued. "Vil is planning a big performance for her, which will end with him proposing. So he got the group back together and has been holding rehearsals at night so we can perfect it. Today was a dress rehearsal that explained the makeup. I wanted to tell you but-"

"He was worried I would tell my cousin and ruin the surprise," Yuu concluded, and Jamil nodded. Yuu sighed in relief and let out a small chuckle. "Oh, I am an idiot! I assumed you were cheating on me, and now you had to tell me the secret. I'm sorry, Jamil. I promise not to tell her."

Jamil smiled and kissed Yuu's forehead. "I know you won't."

Yuu laughed as she leaned back so she was lying on the bed. She placed an arm over her eyes and smiled. "She is going to love it and will definitely say yes. No doubt about it." There was no response other than some shuffling. Yuu felt something close to her, and it removed her arm from her face. She opened her eyes and was met by Jamil's grey-eye stare. "What are you doing?" Yuu exclaimed as she attempted to move away, but Jamil grabbed her arms and pinned her down.

Jamil smirked and slowly released his hair from its hair tie, letting his long black hair brush Yuu's cheeks. He leaned down to Yuu's ear, "You said you missed me. You can't attempt to seduce me and then leave me. Why not catch up on the missed time? I missed you and thought about you during every rehearsal." He said in a low tone and started kissing her collarbone, enough to send shivers down her spine.

Yuu blushed bright red, but she made no move to stop him. "We should be sleeping! Don't you have rehearsal tomorrow too?"

"Yes, but you are my priority now. You deserve all the love and attention in the world." Yuu felt one of Jamil's hands travel down until it reached the hem of her shirt. His lips were now tracing around her jaw.

"Jamil!" The hand gently grabbed her shirt and began to pull it up. His warm hands occasionally brushed over her smooth skin.

"Ja-" Yuu was silenced by Jamil's kiss. One filled with love to tell her to trust him. She closed her eyes and melted into his touch.

Yuu did say that she missed him. She decided that she would let go and indulge him for now.

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The sound of vibration filled the air, causing Jamil to wake up from his blissful sleep. He unwrapped his arm off Yuu and grabbed the device off the nightstand. Jamil was annoyed and ready to hang up on whoever was ruining his sleep.

Call from: Vil Schoenheit

Jamil rolled his eyes before reluctantly leaving the room, leaving Yuu to continue her slumber. He quickly put on his discarded shirt and answered the phone after gently closing the door.

"Hello?"

"Ah, perfect timing. I was calling to let you know that I decided there won't be any rehearsals today. We have already made a lot of progress. Enjoy your break, Jamil."

Jamil's annoyance melted away and was replaced with a smile, his eyes briefly glancing at the door where the love of his life slept on the other side. "I appreciate it, Vil. Oh, and there's something I need to tell you." Vil hummed on the other line. "She knows."

Jamil heard Vil laugh proudly. "My Liebling always bragged about how intuitive she is. I would be careful if I were you. If she suspected this, she would suspect something before you could even get down on one knee."

If Yuu was not focused on Jamil possibly cheating on her, she would have noticed the ring box carefully tucked inside Jamil's dresser. Jamil made a note to move it to a more secure location. Maybe he could store it in Kalim's treasure room? Kalim would let him in a heartbeat. "I know. I will make sure of it."

A/N: I always wondered how would Vil's SO would react to Vil's VDC performance and then seeing they lost to a kids song lol. Yuu later on goes on a rant about them losing to a kids song

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #jamil viper x reader #jamil x reader #jamil x yuu #jamil viper x yuu

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tenshi-agerasia · 1 month ago

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waves hihihi hello I loved your alnst hs au, mizi beating the shit out of luka in a debate is so funny to me 😭

also is luka still friends w hyuna in this au??? or hyunwoo??? I'm curious honestly since he still seems to be a little manipulative w the whole imitating sua gimmick,,, ANYWAY THANK YOU VERY MUCH I love ivlk and I love the hs au so this au is amazing to me

i'm so sorry this ask was from last year but it's been sitting in my drafts 😭 HELLO i've always had a thing for blonde x black haired rarepairs

as someone who did tournament debate, i've definitely wanted to throttle quite a few of my opponents and i'm glad mizi gets to experience it <3

i think a surprisingly good choice i made was that sua doesn't care about luka's behavior. obviously canon!sua would make him regret it, but aa!sua (as in anakt academy au) was kind of based off of my friend with schizoid pd; the only part she really cared about was miz, which is on brand for her

sua: you beat him up and got in trouble because you thought he was making a mockery of me? mizi: yes... 🥺 sua: aww honeyyy 🥺💞 luka, still with a black eye: i'm literally right here sua: mizi my love let's get boba

sua is also the vice captain of the school's math contest team, which luka is the captain of, so she already knows what he's like from watching him make other teams cry lmao

(by the way sua and luka in this au are the schizoid & schizotypal passive-aggressive solidarity i never knew i needed)

yep luka and the hyuns are still friends! albeit they're a little bit more distant/awkward now compared to their oblivious younger years

yknow that one friend who's definitely a flawed person but you still like having them around? that's kind of the dynamic hyuna has with luka, where she would be chill with him hanging out in her dorm room in silence but would refuse to let him talk to her new friends (mizi) (she heard that the two have already met fist to face)

hyunwoo and luka, on the other hand, completely ignore each other in public (sometimes they make awkward eye contact and immediately look away) but fall into a familiar dynamic when they're alone or with a few close friends

in this au hyunwoo and luka met first (and here i'm slipping in a tiny bit of unrequited lukawoo propaganda), and hyunwoo introduced him to his sister in hopes that they'd all be friends together. that clearly didn't work out and he kinda regrets letting luka get too close because they both have dirt on each other and their lives overlap too much

till: i saw golden bitch over there looking at you, do you two know each other? hyunwoo, slightly sweating: who? luka? nah luka, materializing behind him: remember that time we were in fifth grade and you ate mud because i told you it was chocolate flavored

yeah. just ramblings. and me projecting schizotypal traits onto luka like i do with all my favs

#techa talks #techa AUs #alnst #alien stage #anakt academy au #alnst high school au #alnst luka #alnst hyuna #alnst hyunwoo #alnst mizi #alnst ivan #ivanluka #hyuluka #alnst sua #mizisua #lukawoo

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mac-cheez · 10 months ago

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My Guide to Surviving the Waynes

This has been sitting in my drafts for a while and I finally finished the ending!! Don't expect an update soon I have no idea when the fancy will strike again and the TMA brain rot is real rn.

Pt. 1 Pt. 2

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Dear Diary,

I was wrong. SO WRONG. You’d think rich people, especially adopted rich people, would be at least a little sane, but no, they’re not and I have no idea how to deal. It’s only been a couple days since my last entry and so much has happened. So here’s what I’ve learned:

Let’s start with the first incident that happened roughly 10 min after my last entry. I had just finished when Tim offered to meet me in the coffee shop outside of the library (he was picking me up from campus)(Alfred was busy). When I walked in I saw him about to order and walked to the side to wait. He looked at the menu for roughly 0.2 sec before looking the barista dead in the eye saying “I’ll have a Vanilla Cold Brew with seven shots of espresso.”

The barista laughed and joked “Damn you want some cocaine with that?” Then he just said, “Sure that too.” and fucking walked away? He didn’t even give his name he just paid and went straight to the pickup area. The most concerning part of that story is that they fucking did it! And he drank the whole goddamn thing without batting an eye! I was highly concerned for his well-being the entire drive home. (I really need to talk to Mr. Wayne about a rental)

What’s even weirder is when we walked into the manor Dick was just hanging from the chandelier. It was sans rope and more acrobatic, but still concerning considering how tall the ceiling was. I’m still not entirely sure how he got up there, but I just walked away hoping to find my sanity once again.

The rest of the day went relatively smoothly with the normal amount of yelling and death threats (still can’t believe this is reality). The next day something actually nice happened while I was off from college and heading to the kitchen for lunch. It was a Friday so most of the house was either at work or school, and it was pretty quiet (thank god). When I walked in one of the others was in there cooking already (Jason I think?). I decided on a sandwich since he was currently using the stove and it was going smoothly till I got to the pickle jar. For whatever reason that thing was tight as hell and was going nowhere. He looked at me and after my fifth try (and many curse words) he held out his hand. I handed the jar to him, and he opened it without trouble.

“I loosened it,” I said trying to hide my embarrassment.

“Uh-huh,” he said distractedly. We sat in awkward silence till I noticed one of the books from the library on the counter. It was Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s The Sign Of The Four. I asked if he was reading it and he said yes. I asked him if he’s gotten to the twist yet and he looked at me puzzled.

“You’ve read The Sign Of The Four?”

“Yeah, not my favorite Sherlock Holmes Novel, but still good nonetheless,” I said not paying attention, “Are you reading unabridged or abridged?”

“Unabridged,” he said, “you into the classics?”

“Totally, I love a good Victorian mystery or gothic horror novel,” I replied.

“You?” I asked.

“More of a Jane Austen fan myself, but I can respect those choices,” he said thoughtfully.

“I’ve never read her works, but if I have a chance I wouldn’t mind trying,” I said. He looked up at me somewhere between excitement and bewilderment.

“Would you like some recommendations?” He said cautiously. I said sure, and he immediately went into a long speech about Jane Austen and her novels. By the time he was done my sandwich and his ramen were long gone. By the end, I had a list of books to read and a new reading buddy to rant about books to. We’ve hung out intermittently since then, and honestly, it was the sanest thing I did all week. However the sanity didn’t last long.

Many other incidents (too many to write) all culminated in this afternoon, when I finally caved and decided if this was my life, it might as well be documented for (at the very least) the enjoyment of others. It was fairly quiet (first clue) and my morning class had been canceled so I was just sitting in the living room doing some work. Everyone else was out and I was about to leave for my 2:30 class when suddenly someone smashed through the window and a smoke bomb was thrown. I honestly thought it was Tim or Jason being weird again, but then the smoke cleared and there was just a bunch of dudes in Green suits with question marks. They looked around and saw me pretty quickly and immediately pointed whatever weapons they had at me. Eventually, some other ones came in the room and said the house was empty and “Wayne is nowhere to be found.” They started arguing till they finally concluded that if none of the Wayne’s were here, I must be the next best thing. Honestly, I can’t even blame them, and at this point I just let it happen.

They put a bag over my head and put me over the strongest one’s shoulder. I was in a car for about an hour before I was potato sack’d again. Once I was placed down, the bag was taken off my head, and I saw that I was in an abandoned-looking warehouse. I saw some more of the brightly clothed men off to the side arguing, one looking even more ridiculous than the others. The extra ridiculous one finally gave up talking to the others(henchmen maybe?) and walked (more like strutted) over to address me.

“Hello guest of Wayne, may I ask your name?” He asked rhyming for some weird ass reason.

“Vic?”

“Ah yes but what is it’s whole, for a half shall not know?” He said lilting his voice… ‘whimsically’?

“What?”

“Your designation that all might know.”

I just continued looking at him with apparent confusion not knowing what the hell is going on. After a minute he hung his head and spoke normally.

“What is your full name?” He sighed.

“Oh! Victoria Blanc,” I said.

“Ah! And what is your relation to the name of Wayne?” He said trying again with the talking in circles bull.

“Look dude usually I could appreciate….. Whatever it is that's happening, but I’ve had one hell of a week so…….”

“Oh come now it couldn’t have been that bad.” He said dismissively.

“Alright bet! You might wanna sit down this is gonna take a minute.”

Once he sat I started explaining everything that had happened since I’d moved to Gotham. As I was explaining more and more of the “henchmen” started joining the crowd.

“He chased him through the manor with a sword?” Riddler asked (at least that's what one of the others called him).

“Yeah, and apparently this is a normal phenomenon,” I said exasperated.

“And here I thought I was crazy.”

“Oh, no this is probably the most sane thing that's happened to me all week,” I said hand waving (They untied me after a while)(I asked nicely).

I was about to continue when suddenly three figures jumped down and got into fighting positions.

“Let her go Riddler!” Said the one in Black and blue(and maybe a bird?)

“Oh, she was free to leave a while ago.” He said casually to the masked people.

“What?” said the one in red.

“Yeah, we even offered to get her away from that mad house,” said Bob.

“Mad House?”

“Yes, it's almost criminal how they act in that house, you bats should really get on that,” ‘Riddler’ said chidingly.

I didn't really understand why he called them bats since they all looked bird-themed but I didn't bring it up because honestly, weirder things have happened at this point. They agreed to look into it, albeit very confused(and almost offended), and said they still needed to take me back.

“Fine,” ‘Riddler’ sighed heavily, “ but Vic, sweetie, if you need somewhere safe to stay in Gotham I have plenty of friends who will keep you safe while you finish your degree.”

“Yeah, kinda tempting, but I don't think my parents would like that very much, and they are paying for it so…….”

“Very well, offer stands in perpetuity, to Arkham yes?”

“You're not gonna ask a riddle or…..” said the one in red and black.

“Usually I would but honestly I’m far too concerned right now to care.”

After that, they handcuffed him and the other goons (kinda unfair but i guess they did kidnap me) and walked me out to one of the police cars so I could go back to the manor. They offered to drive me but I've seen enough motorcycle crash scene pictures to put the fear of God (thy name is friction) in me. When I got back Mr. Wayne was in the foyer with Alfred and immediately came over to make sure I was ok.

“Yeah, I'm fine Mr. Wayne, honestly I’m more worried about the class I missed than the kidnapping,” I explained.

He seemed concerned by that but had a phone call right after that he needed to take. Alfred walked me to my room (I think to make sure I wasn't concussed) and I just kinda went back to writing and here we are. Can't wait to see what fresh hell awaits me in the coming week……….. Maybe I should've taken Riddler up on that offer.

#My Guide to Surviving the Waynes #batman #ao3 fanfic #my posts #tim drake #jason todd #bruce wayne #dick grayson #nightwing #red robin #dc comics #fanfic #alfred pennyworth #dc riddler #edward nygma

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hagelpoint-3821 · 2 months ago

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An Interesting Thanksgiving

Summary: Sydnee has not spoken to her family much since moving to Tampa with Brandon. A few days before Thanksgiving she gets a message on her phone saying that her family wants them to fly to Chicago for the holiday. Sydnee is hopeful things with her and her family will work out, but that isn’t the case. Word Count: 5028

Notes: This is something that has been in my drafts for a while, so if it isn’t the best work that I have ever done I do apologize. Also yes this is another Hagel x Sydnee fic. This couple is my comfort and peace. TW: Things get heated between Sydnee, her family and Brandon. Cuss words are thrown around and a verbal fight does happen.

Sydnee

“Hey Bran?”

“Hey yes?” He turns, smiling when our eyes meet, but it doesn’t settle my nerves at all.

“Um, my family, they want us to come over to thanksgiving.” I say softly. Almost not sure if he heard.

“They do? Since when? I mean that’s great that they want you there I’m just shocked they want us there. What changed?” He walks up and wraps his arms tightly around me.

“I’ve been talking to them a little bit here and there, and they promised this time will be different, that they want to make things work, I’m giving them one last chance to make things right. After what Jessica said about you she’s lucky she’s getting another chance at all.”

He sighs and rest his chin on my shoulder, running his hands over my back, “you’re more forgiving than move, more than I, and that’s one of the things that I love about you. I’ll happily go with you to your families home for thanksgiving.”

I twin my arms around his neck and pull him down, kissing him softly, “we can go whenever since you’re off for a couple days, we can stay in my old home.”

“You still have that?”

“Yes… I kept it… in case things between you and I didn’t work out. I wanted to have a place to go home too and couldn’t go back to my parents home.”

“Baby, sell that silly thing when we get back, you’re not going anywhere and I’m not going anywhere. I’m yours my love.”

Smiling softly I trace my fingers over the curves of his face, “you’re all I ever wanted in this life.”

“I’m here baby, I’m yours. I’m not going anywhere. Let go of your past, there’s no need to have that since we are happy here. It’s just a reminder of what was and we need to focus on us. The future we are building together.”

I sigh softly, resting my head against the strength of his shoulder, relaxing as I feel his arms wrap around my frame and pulling me in closer to him, “I’ll text them and tell them we are leaving tomorrow.”

He only nods and rest his chin on my shoulder, keeping a protective hold over me.

The next morning rolls around all to quickly, the fear and anxiety settling into my skin as I realize I will soon have to face my family for thanksgiving dinner. After the events that happened over this past summer, this will be their final chance to make things right, but it still doesn’t ease the anxiety settling in at the pit of my stomach.

Quietly, I sit on the end of our bed, holding my face in my hands and careful not to wake him, I am not sure how long I stayed that way until I feel his hand trace the small of my back, looking over my shoulder I see Brandon laid out on his back, curls splayed across the pillow, a gentle sleep filled smile on his face.

“What’s troubling you my love?”

“Just a little nervous, I’ll be okay.” I offer a small smile at him, “go back to sleep. I’m going to get packing.”

“Sydnee, we don’t even have that much to pack, we are only going to be there two nights max, come back to bed.”

“I can’t, I have to keep going or I’ll back out of going at all.”

He sighs, knowing I’m right and that he isn’t going to win this argument. “Fine, let me help you at least.”

“You want to help? Please start by making a pot of coffee.”

Brandon chuckles, his laughter pure and settles deep within my soul, “if I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re addicted to coffee.”

I roll my eyes playfully, watching him as he gets out of bed.

“Liking the view?”

“More than you’ll ever know.” I feel the heat rise to my cheeks as I look over his sharp chest, down to his abs and then to his sweatpants that rest low on his hips.

“Keep looking like that, and we won’t make it out of this room, let alone on that flight.” Brandon says, leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on my cheek, sending shivers down my spine. “I’ll be up with your coffee shortly.”

As he walks out of our room, I quickly stand and grab a suitcase from the closet and lay it on the bed. As I go through the drawers of the dresser I start to pick out clothes, making sure that I pick nothing to revealing for my mother to nitpick me about.

I’m pulled from my thoughts when I smell coffee filling the bedroom, I look over my shoulder to see Brandon setting my cup on the nightstand, offering me a small smile.

“You look troubled, what’s on your mind love?”

“Just trying to find clothes to wear over the holiday so my family won’t judge me.”

“Does your mind ever stop working?” Brandon laughs softly, pulling me into him.

“No and I wish it did because it sucks constantly worrying about things. I just want this dinner to go smoothly and I know them, someone is going to say something out of line and cause a fight.”

“And if they do, then we leave, okay? If you feel uncomfortable or don’t want to be there anymore we don’t have to stay. We can come back home.”

“Home…” I repeat his words softly, knowing this is where I belong. Here with him.

“Now here, drink your coffee and get your mind right.”

“Can you get your clothes set out for me to pack up? And could you get tickets ordered for our flight?”

“You got it!” Brandon quickly goes over and finds a few things for me to pack, then gets on his laptop and ordered our tickets, “plane tickets are ordered for 7 tonight. Should be plenty of time to get there and boarded.”

I only nod and quickly pack away the rest of what we will need for our little trip, “shouldn’t seeing family be a happy and fun thing? All I feel is dread and anxiety.”

“Maybe this time will be different, they haven’t seen you in a long time.”

“Yeah… maybe.” I say softly, looking down at my feet. I’m pulled from my thoughts when I feel his hand gently cup the side of my cheek, no words need to be said between us as I lean into him, smiling softly into him.

The day goes by quicker than I was hoping it would and before I can think we are boarding our flight back home to Chicago. A pit settling into my stomach with each step drawing me closer to the plane. As Brandon and I settle into our seats, I lean against the window, taking a deep breath before speaking up.

“I really hope this isn’t a mistake going back home.”

“Sydnee, please stop doubting yourself, everything is going to work out like it should. Okay?” Brandon places his hand on my knee, squeezing gently. “Come here.”

As he lifts the arm rest between us, I quickly nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply as his scent settles the pit in my stomach. “I love you.”

He smiles softly, kissing the top of my head, “I love you too, sleep if you want and I’ll wake you when we are about to land.”

Before I can argue, my body shuts down and I’m quickly asleep, falling into a dreamless sleep.

Brandon gently shifts under me, shaking me gently, “wake up love, we are about to land. Plus look at the city view is absolutely breathtaking.”

“If you want to live another five minutes you’ll let me sleep.” I grumble and push myself closer to him.

“Come on Sydnee, we are about to land and I want to share this view with you.” He pushes me off him gently.

Huffing, I sit up in my seat and cross my arms over my chest, glaring at him only to find a cheeky grin plastered on his face, “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

“You know you love me, plus you’re cute when you’re angry.” Brandon chuckles, looking out the window, I match his gaze and a soft gasp falls from my lips.

“See aren’t you glad I woke you?” I can practically hear the teasing manner drip from his tone.

I don’t answer, instead rolls my eyes and look out the window again, the city is alive, people everywhere, the skyline shining bright against the night sky. Home, my home. A pang in my chest takes over as I realize I haven’t even thought of home since moving to Florida with Brandon.

As the plane lands and we unload our bags into our rental car, we drive to my old apartment, a silence falls over the car as I look out the window, taking in the city again.

“What’s going through your mind right now?” Brandon ask softly, looking over to me as we reach a red light.

“Just taking everything in, I haven’t been home since you were traded, I missed this. The city. The people. The culture here. My home.”

“Why didn’t you speak up during the summer, we could have come back baby.”

“Because I was with you, with your family, I was happy. I have nothing here. It’s my home yes and where I came from, but you are where I want to be.”

He smiles softly, grabbing my hand as he starts driving again. We reach my old apartment building quickly and as we lug our bag inside, everything in the building is the same. Nothing has changed, except for the person working the desk. As we reach the apartment door I pause for a minute. All the memories of my life flooding back quickly, the memories Jessica and I shared together in here, the good ones and the bad ones. Brandon places his hand on my shoulder and gives it a reassuring squeeze as I turn the door handle, walking inside.

“God the memories this place holds, I don’t know how to feel about it all.”

“If you want to stay somewhere else, we don’t have to stay here we can find somewhere else Sydnee.” Brandon says, walking in behind me.

“No. I need to do this for myself, I need to let this part of my past go.” As I start walking around, all the pictures were still on the walls, everything in place as it was when Jessica and I lived here together, just an empty fridge and cabinets which is fine with me. I walk to the hallway, tracing my fingers over the picture frames, a ghost of a smile on my face, recalling each picture and the memories that went along with them.

As I reach my bedroom door I freeze in the doorway, the room nothing as I remember it since all my stuff has now been moved to Florida, the only thing the same was the paint on the walls.

“Brandon! Come here for a minute.” I quickly walk to the middle of the room.

“Yes? Wow, this is so different than the first time I was in here.” Brandon says as he leans against the doorway.

“I know, I haven’t seen it since everything got moved out here, there’s so many memories that happened in this place, the laughs, crying, the fights between Jess and I. But there’s one that ranks above them all.”

He cocks his head to the side, “and what is that?”

I hold my hand out and he walks to me, lacing our fingers together, “when you kissed me for the first time, told me you never were leaving. That you wouldn’t let me struggle alone anymore, I knew in that moment, in this exact spot that I loved you.”

He smiles gently, dropping his hands to my hips and I lay my arms around his neck gently, “I knew from the moment I saw you, Sydnee, that I wanted you. That I was drawn to you, and when I seen how broken you were from your past and from your family, I knew I couldn’t leave you. I loved you from the start.”

“Stop talking and kiss me.” I chuckle softly and stand on my toes, kissing him gently, “you’ve been the best thing to happen to me, definitely the best thing that has happened in this apartment.”

Brandon smiles softly, pulling me into him and rest his chin on my shoulder, “we should get some sleep before spending the day with your tomorrow. It’s late.”

I sigh and push my face into the crook of his neck, “don’t remind me, I don’t know why I agreed to come home.”

“Because they are your family, and in your heart you still love them no matter what. Because your heart is pure and gentle.”

Pulling back I sit on the edge of the bed, pulling him to me, “come on you sap, it’s late.” A smile teasing on my lips as I use his words against him.

Brandon carefully crawls into bed neck to me, wrapping his arms around my waist as he cradles my body against his own, his warmth taking over my senses as I slowly drift to sleep.

In the morning, we get up, take our showers, and get ready for the day, I finish the look with a simple pair of black pants and a dark sweater to match. Making sure to keep everything covered and nothing exposed. Hair straightened and very minimal makeup on. As I look at myself in the hallway mirror, I pick at the ends on my sleeves of my sweater. Feeling the most self conscious than I have in a while.

Just get through today Sydnee, then you can go home with the love of your life.

“You okay?” Brandon asked, propping himself against the wall by his shoulder.

His words cause me to jump, pulling me from my thoughts, “um yeah. I’m fine.”

His face hardens as he walks up to where I’m standing, “we don’t have to go. I can see on your face you don’t even want to go.”

“No no no. We are going, I want to see if they changed like they said they did.”

“Okay… okay.” He sighs, grabbing my hand gently.

“If you don’t want to go you don’t have to, I’m not forcing you to go Brandon.”

“And leave you alone with your toxic family who already doesn’t like me? Yeah I don’t think so love.”

I smile softly before placing a gentle kiss against his cheek, then walking down the hall to get my shoes on, black Vans to tie the look together.

As we drive to my parents, the ride is quiet, the memories made in the city fill my head, growing up in Chicago was amazing. I do miss my home, but I wouldn’t trade living with Brandon. Before I realize, we are pulling up to my parents home, Jess’s car is already in the drive. As we pull in the drive the pit in my stomach returns and my grip on the door handle tightens.

“You okay?” Brandon ask softly.

“Let’s just get this dinner over with.”

Brandon jumps out quickly and before I can open my car door he opens it, holding his hand out for me to take, “such a gentleman.”

“You know it love.” He grins brightly.

“You’re such a dork.”

I pull my sweater closer to me as the cold Chicago wind blows against my skin, one thing I don’t miss about home is the cold. We make our way to my parents front door and as I reach up to knock Brandon stops me.

“You can’t just walk in?”

“Well I don’t want to be rude.”

“It’s not being rude, it’s your parents house you should just be able to walk in if they know you’re coming over. That’s how it should be.”

“Well you know my family isn’t normal.”

“That is… unfortunately true.”

A best of silence falls over us before I knock on the door, the longer we wait the more uneasy on my feet I feel. I look to Brandon after a few seconds and as I about to speak the door opens, my mom standing there, kitchen apron on, loose curls framing her face and a warm smile on her face.

“Sydnee! Brandon! Didn’t think you’d make it.”

“Oh course mom. We wouldn’t miss this, plus you guys haven’t really met Brandon before.”

“It’s so nice to meet you Mrs. Mitchell.” Brandon says softly, holding his hand out for her. She quickly shakes it.

“It’s nice to meet you too Brandon, come on in guys, it’s cold outside.”

She turns on her heels and goes deeper into the house, Brandon gives me a nod before falling in stride behind me. Inside it’s how I remember every thanksgiving being. A big table set up in the middle of the living room, food scattered all through the kitchen and waiting for us to dig in. My stomach growls at the thought of it. Leading up to the holiday with my family this year I tried not to eat anything so I wouldn’t eat much today.

I hear Jess and my dad’s laugh coming from the family room and not heard rams in my chest, so loud I’m surprised Brandon can’t hear it. Taking a deep breath I grab his hand and start walking towards the family room, looking at my mom in the kitchen, “I’ll come back in a moment and help.”

She nods and offers a small smile before going back to what she was cooking. When I step into the family room, I pop my head around the corner and wait to be noticed, my dad sees my first and offers a smile and stands up, wrapping me in a hug and holds me tightly against him, shocked I wrap my arms around his middle, something he hasn’t done in so long.

“H-hi daddy..”

“Hi kiddo. Who’s this?” He pulls back, looking back at Brandon.

“This is Brandon, my boyfriend.”

Brandon nods and holds his hand out again. “It’s nice to meet you Mr. Mitchell.”

“You too son.”

Brandon offers him a small smile and quickly wraps his arm around me, pulling me close into him.

“I missed you guys so much.” I say softly.

“Well you could have come home you know.” Dad looks at me, smiling gently.

Shrugging softly I look at him, “I didn’t feel like I was wanted here, so I stayed away.” I take a deep breath, “I’m going to see if mom needs help in the kitchen.”

Before either dad or Brandon could speak I slip out from under Brandon’s arm and quickly walk into the kitchen. Leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Mom? Do you need help with anything?”

“Oh hey Syd, if you could get the ham out of the oven and start the mashed potatoes that would help a ton.”

Nodding softly, I slip on the oven mits and get to the work on the chores she has in place for me, as I’m cutting the potatoes and placing them in the water I hear my mom speak up, “so Brandon, he really loves you doesn't he?”

“More than anyone has, he has become my rock, my confident, he is like that missing puzzle piece I was missing in my life. I feel whole when I’m around him.”

“Takes an awful lot to just up and move across the country with someone like you did.” She says as she grabs a knife and helps me cut the potatoes. “I mean you weren’t even together what? A week? And you moved?”

“Well I wasn’t in a good mental space back then, and I needed to get out of the city. Away from the depression I was running from. I love it in Florida though mom, the beautiful beaches, the warmth of the sun on my skin, the community they have built there is amazing, the Bolts have been nothing but welcoming since we arrived.”

“Well that’s good that you like it there, I’m happy for you. Keep Brandon around, he is a good.”

“You know he saved me right?”

“Saved you?” She looks at me, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, saved me as in literally saved my life. Not long before the trade deadline Jess had just gotten home from a trip with her friends, I was staying with Brandon for the time being because I didn’t want to be alone. Anyways I went home to see her and to let her know what was going on and Brandon that morning had asked me to move in with him so I said yes. This life is too short to live it in fear. So as I’m telling her this she gets all pissy and shitty with me telling me it’ll never work. We had a big fight and I was so depressed back then that those words from my own sister completely broke me down into nothing. I went back to Brandon’s while he was at practice and I tried to commit suicide, I didn’t want to be here anymore if I didn’t even have the support of my own family. He found me after practice and saved me, from then on I knew I loved him and I wanted to be his forever.”

“Sydnee, why didn’t you ever tell me?” Her face changes, saddens overcoming her.

“Because I tried for years, cried to you and daddy, you guys never wanted to hear me, you said I was being dramatic and annoying just to get attention from Jessica. Brandon was the first one to see through all of that and wanted me for who I was, and he didn’t run at the first sign of trouble. He is so special mom.”

“I’m so sorry we never believed you.” She hugs me tightly, at first I keep my arms tightly to my side, not sure what to do, then slowly I wrap my arms around her.

“I just wanted my family, I went to Florida barely knowing him, and knowing absolutely no one there. The first few weeks there were hell, all I had was him, but it was better than feeling alone in a crowded place.”

“I’m sorry Sydnee, I believe you know.”

I sigh and pull back, “I would say it’s okay but it isn’t, but it’s the past, all we can do now is learn from it. Let’s finish dinner.”

Before long dinner is ready and I walk into the living room where Brandon, my dad and sister are, walking up behind the cough I rest my chin on Brandon’s shoulder, “just have to wait for grandma and grandpa to get here and we can start eating. Can I get anyone anything?”

“No we are okay.” Brandon reaches his hand behind him and rest is gently against my hand.

“You need to bring him around more often, his jokes are worse than yours.” Jessics laughs, looking around at Brandon and I.

“Oh god, it’s a little early for jokes don’t you think?” Chuckling, I come around the couch and sit next to him.

“Nope, never to early for jokes.” He grins, that boyish smile across his face makes my heart thump harder in my chest.

As we wait for my grandparents to get here, the house is filled with small talk, laughter and playful screaming at each other, for the first time in years I feel my family being complete again.

Once grandma and grandpa get here, and I introduce Brandon to them and they loved him right off the bat. we all grab our plates to get our food, everyone else gets in line before me, as we have tables set in the kitchen like a buffet style for our food. Everyone piles their plates full, I walk through and grab a little piece of ham, a little spoonful of mashed potatoes and a little bowl of chicken noodles. My stomach aches for more but I push those thoughts away as I sit next to Brandon at the dinner table. Before sitting I grab a water bottle from the fridge and a Corona for Brandon, keeping my head down I walk back to the table, sitting quietly.

“That’s all you’re eating?” Brandon ask quietly, keeping his voice low.

“I don’t want to make anyone mad.” I whisper, scooting my chair up.

Silence falls over us as we all eat peacefully before I hear Jess whisper to mom. “Well we know she has to watch her figure otherwise her superstar hockey player will leave her.” She snickers, taking a drink from her wine glass.

“I heard that.” I snip back.

“Well you know it’s true, you know at any given moment he can and will leave you and you’ll come back here all depressed and sad again.

She looks at mom and mom nods in agreement.

“Some family.” I push my plate away, standing up from the table, barely touching anything on it. “It was a mistake coming home.”

“Baby where are you going?” Brandon reaches up and grabs my hand as I step away from the table.

“Outside. I need a minute.” I slip out of his hands and quickly make it outside before the tears burn my eyes and start falling. I sit on the front steps and pull my knees tightly to my chest, coming home was a mistake. A beat of silence passed before I hear yelling coming from inside.

“No! You’re not going to treat my girlfriend that way! All she wants is to be happy and to be accepted by her own family and she can’t get that! You three should be so happy that she’s found someone who loves her as much as I do. You’re a piss poor excuse for a family.” I hear Brandon above anyone else.

“Brandon! Now how can you say that to people you’ve just met? That’s a bit rude don’t you think?” Jessica speaks up, making my eyes roll out of my head. Bitch.

He chuckles deeply and speaks again, “oh you don’t even know what I want to say to you missy. This is me being nice. Sydnee almost died in my arms after I met her because she was so over how you three treated her. She just wants to be loved by you. But no, you are to busy caught up on the “perfect daughter” Jessica while Sydnee worked her ass off to get where she is and she couldn’t even a congratulations. No wonder she dreaded coming back. I don’t blame her but I told her ‘maybe it’ll be different.’ She deserves so much more than what you have provided for her. You don’t have to love her because I do. I love her so much it hurts. My family absolutely adores her, already treats her like one of their own.”

I hear him walking towards the door and grab his shoes, before my mother speaks up, “Brandon, she’s lying to you. She did this to herself. We treated her the same as Jessica. She distanced herself from us. Please stay. She’ll get over herself and come back inside. She’s just being dramatic, always has been.”

Brandon snickers, almost evilly, “I have a real hard believing you over her, because ever since she’s moved to Florida she’s been a different person. So full of life, happiness, so joyful. We are done here.”

Before they can say anything Brandon walks outside, slamming the door behind him, quickly sitting on the steps next to me and pulls me into his lap, “baby I am so sorry.”

“You… you stood up for me?” I look at him, tears threatening to fall again.

“I did, and I’ll do it again. They piss me off with how they treat you, you are the last person on this earth that needs to be treated like that. You have a heart of gold and they don’t see that.”

Leaning up, I place a gentle kiss against his skin along his jaw, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too baby. I’m never going to let them hurt you again.”

We stay like that, myself curled into his lap, for a few minutes before we hear the front door open again, peaking over his shoulder I see my grandparents walking outside.

“Memaw? Pops? Why aren’t you inside eating dinner?” I stand up and look at them.

“We didn’t realize how horribly they were treating you, and that isn’t okay with us. So if you’re leaving then we are too. It’s ridiculous how they acted towards you. You’re a good kid.” Grandma pulls me into a tight hug, “just know we love you so much.”

Grandpa joins in on the hug, hugging me tightly, “Sydnee you didn’t eat anything at dinner, why don’t you and Brandon jump in the car with us and we will find a place to eat, okay?”

“Oh pops, it’s okay, really I’m okay. I don’t want to take time out of your holiday with memaw.”

“Sydnee, kiddo it’s okay. Please?”

I look over to Brandon over my shoulder and he nods softly, agreeing with my grandparents.

“Fine.” I huff and cross my arms over my chest. “But we should just follow you, I don’t want to leave the car here and we aren’t staying here anyways.”

Grandma gives us a big grin, almost childlike, “That’s fine, I think the little diner that you always loved as a kid is open tonight. We will meet you there.”

Smiling softly I step back and into Brandon’s arms, “we will meet you there.”

#brandon hagel #tampa bay lightning #hockey players #nhl players #hockey imagine #hockey rpf #hockey romance #nhl imagines #Thanksgiving #Holiday #Thanksgiving Holiday

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jus-a-lil-mouse · 1 year ago

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Growing Pains

an EctoImplosion2023 fic! Check out @this-is-z-art-blog's incredible associated art here!

Valerie is still seething when she leaves campus, anger burning warm in her chest. The fall chill soothes, but it burns nonetheless, and other pedestrians move from her path as she makes her way to the bus stop. It’s half a block away; then she has a ten minute ride back home. Fifteen if the intersection near the Starbucks is backed up.

The bus stop is crowded, and Val has to push past a group of freshmen in order to sit on the cold metal bench. Her knee aches when she stretches it out, but it relaxes once it’s straight, and Val lets out a deep breath. Her breath billows out in clouds in front of her, and she focuses on the pattern instead of lingering on her frustration. Her midterm presentation was good, informative and entertaining and she was going to ace it, frat boys in the third row be damned. They could try to trip her up and talk over her all they wanted. Val could yell, and she did, until finally her professor did something.

She digs her phone out of her pocket, putting one of her old earbuds in her ear. It takes a couple tries to get the plug in at just the right angle, but soon enough music is blocking out the chatter of the people around her. Val grins at the eleven messages waiting for her in the group chat. Sam, Danny, and Jazz had all wished her luck; Tucker had sent her a truly incomprehensible meme that she assumed was a show of support. Elle had sent her a kissing emoji. The remaining messages were Sam and Tucker admonishing Elle for being so risqué.

(At the end of freshman year of high school, Danny had approached her. He said, “Val, I need your help.”

She said, “With what? We took the chem final already,” because she had always been better at chemistry than him.

He shook his head, looking more like forty than fourteen, and said “Val, come on. I know you know what this is about.”

Icy panic gripped her, squeezing the breath from her lungs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Danny,” she pleaded.

“Yes you do,” he said, and he told her about a ghost hunting team and where he wanted the headquarters to be. And he said “You know I’m Phantom,” and she shook her head silently, because of course he was but he couldn’t be, because he was here in front of her. “There was an accident with my parent’s portal,” he explains. “It didn’t hurt much.”

Within a couple months, they were like superheroes. Val and Danny and Elle were on the front lines; Sam and Tucker and Jazz were their women and man in the chair. It was easier when they worked together. Everyone got enough sleep. Nobody got too beat up. Elle was there. It was good.)

The bus comes to an abrupt stop in front of her. Val stands and takes a last deep breath in. She lets the fire leave with it when she breathes out. She settles on the bus between an older woman with a small dog and two gentlemen deep in conversation in a language she doesn’t recognize. The street passes by the window; the coffee shop she goes to on Wednesdays, the Thai place Dani took her last year for her birthday, the diner with the good bacon and real maple syrup.

Val watches them pass, and the embers of her frustration flare. Deep breaths. She’d wanted to go back to them so many times, run her fingers along the menu and order what she got last time anyway, sit in the same spot. Be a regular. Become part of the community, know the servers’ names. Be the person she’d appreciated at the Nasty Burger. Dani always wanted to go somewhere new instead, and Val humored her. She was a regular at her Wednesday morning coffee shop, anyway, since Dani wasn’t with her between her classes.

The bus jerks to halt at the next stop, sighing as the doors open. Val breathes her anger out into the cold drafts. She has a paper to write for sociology, a lab report for chemistry, and ten questions out of her calculus textbook. She needs to study for her biology midterm. Thursday she has therapy and dinner with her Dad. Friday is laundry day and she’ll need more quarters.

She’s one stop from home when it happens. It’s a crow, high up, diving down towards a building. But Valerie is standing, backpack on the ground, heart pounding. Icy panic clutches her heart. She grabs her bag, practically falls out of the bus in her desperation to get off. She takes deep breaths. In, out. She sits on a cold metal bench and watches her breath billow out in front of her.

(At the end of junior year, Vlad had fucked it all up. He always did. Part of her was still glad he hadn’t picked prom night.

They’d managed to stop the world from imploding. Partway through the process, Danny had left, chasing Vlad away from them. Buying them time. Yelling a stupid quip as he flew away. Valerie had to trust him to handle it, because she was in the Fentons’ basement, doing everything she could to get the portal to stabilize. To get Elle back on this side of it.

Danny wasn’t back when the world returned to normal. Elle promised to take care of the last part of the process, as long as they went after Danny, didn’t let Vlad beat him too badly, took care of him. She trusted them to do that, so they better deliver, she yelled, and Val beat Tucker and Sam up the stairs.

She beat them outside. That’s why she saw it happen. A well-placed hit. Hard enough to hurt.

Hard enough to start Danny hurtling out of the sky, human before he hit the ground. She’d caught him before he became a corpse on the concrete, landing awkwardly with his weight. Tucker was beside her when she landed, collapsing onto the road with Danny in his arms. He was screaming. She couldn’t hear him past the ringing in her ears, because Vlad wasn’t the only threat here. Jack and Maddie were standing in the doorway, eyes wide and full of fear. Val faced them. Vlad was doing a fucking villain monologue in the sky, and the Fentons weren’t taking their eyes off of their son. Sam rose from where she had knelt next to Tucker. Her hand was cold in Val’s, but Valerie was glad for it. She could do this on her own, but she didn’t want to. She could take on both Fentons easily; she didn’t want to hurt Danny’s parents.

In the end, she didn’t have to. Maddie reached for her blaster and Val tensed for the attack, but Maddie shot Vlad out of the sky, and nobody reached for him as he fell.)

Valerie stands. She has to get home. It’s been a long day, and she wants to watch Elle make them dinner, see her grin and laugh from the couch. She dreams of it on the walk to her apartment, as a cold drizzle starts up and her coat begins soaking through. She will go inside and it will be warm and dry, and Dani will be at the stove as she so often is this time of day. Music will be blasting, and Dani will be dancing, and Valerie will call to her as she takes off her shoes. Dani will turn the music down but not off, and meet her at the door. It was a near-daily routine, and Val couldn’t wait.

She gets the mail from their mailbox, exchanges pleasantries with Doug from downstairs, and then stands outside the apartment, listening to Dani moving around inside. Val opens the door, greeted first by Dani’s loud music. She closes the door and begins unbundling, setting her hat and scarf down on the table they keep by the door.

She tries to, anyway. The table is gone, and as she looks around, she realizes that the entire living room has been rearranged, including the pictures and paintings they had hanging up on the wall. A container of caulk sits forgotten on the coffee table, which is across the room from where it was this morning, and the couch is facing the wrong direction.

Dani’s head appears from behind the tall wooden bookshelf they’d gotten from the secondhand store nearby. Her eyes brighten when they reach Val. “Great, you’re home!” Val doesn’t respond, trying to focus on getting her shoes off. “I redecorated, hope you don’t mind. Totally lost track of time, sorry about not having dinner ready! Could you help me with some stuff? I gotta move the bookshelf over there, and finish sealing up the old nail holes.”

Valerie takes a deep breath in, then lets it out. She wasn’t prepared for their space to be in disarray, and to have to help clean it all up. She wanted a relaxing evening after a long day. She was tired. “Val?” Dani asks, eyebrows pinched up in concern.

Val takes a deep breath in. She lets it out. “I just- our house is different,” Val says. “I had such a long day and now I have to help with a remodel because you can’t just let things stay! You’re always changing things and our home is never the same for more than a month and we can’t ever go anywhere twice and I’m so sick of it!”

Dani’s eyes are wide, hurt clear on her face. “What are you talking about? You’re always fine with me changing around the furniture.” Dani moves closer to Val, stepping out from behind the bookshelf. “Where is this coming from? You’re always excited to go to new places with me!”

“Well maybe if you paid more attention to me, you’d know. I always just go along with what you want and you never try to do the same for me! I always have to be the one giving things up!”

“You have always said you want to do those things, why are you yelling at me for listening to you! Am I supposed to stop believing you when you tell me things? I’m supposed to read your mind and magically know you’re upset but not upset enough to tell me?”

“I’m not- I can’t- I can’t do this right now,” Val says. “I don’t want to do this.” She hears Dani protesting, but moves towards their bedroom anyway. She doesn’t want to fight; she doesn’t have the energy for it. She’s so tired, and that’s why she isn’t paying enough attention to the new layout of the room. That’s why she trips on the corner of their rug and starts to fall, slamming into the coffee table and landing on her bad knee, the old rug scraping her through her jeans.

Dani is with her in an instant, lifting her up off the floor. Val feels hot tears on her cheeks, and lets herself be held. Dani brings her to their bedroom, setting her gently on their bed. Val reaches for the tissues, and focuses on getting her breathing back under control. Dani returns to their room with the first aid kit in hand, and sits on the bed next to her. Val leans into Dani, and they sit together in silence, both searching for something to say.

Dani starts first. “I’m sorry that I upset you,” she says into Val’s shoulder. “I never want to upset you. I just wish you’d talk to me about what’s upsetting instead of shoving it down. Even at my best I won’t know everything you’re thinking. I want you to feel like you can talk to me.”

“I know I should but… How could you not have noticed that we never do what I want to do? It feels like you don’t pay any attention to how I’m feeling beyond me just saying it. And what is up with you and moving the furniture? I feel like you’re constantly changing our space without talking to me about it.”

“I never realized I don’t tell you first, I always just get the impulse to change it up and refresh the area. It gets boring if it’s the same for too long. It’s the - what does Maddie call it? - the Ghost Obsession or whatever. I love to go new places and do new things. I want adventure and change and excitement! Keep it different, change it up.”

“What, so you’re obsessed with change and I just have to deal with it?”

Dani turns to look at her, brows furrowed. “That’s not what I said at all.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I don’t get it though,” Val replies, stretching her good leg out and crossing it over Danielle’s.

“I’m not obsessed with change,” Dani starts. She speaks slowly and thoughtfully, placing down each word with care. “It’s more like… salmon.”

“Salmon?” Val repeats.

“I’m not obsessed with change any more than a salmon is obsessed with swimming. That’s just what it does. Is a salmon swimming upstream because it wants to? It’s compelled to? Is it just instincts? Does a bird fly south for the winter because it’s run the math on survival or because something deep inside it tells it to go? Obsession isn’t a good word for it. It’s something I need and something I am. It’s hard to explain, but does that make any sense?”

“I guess it makes sense,” Val replies. She sets her next words down gently. Carefully. “It still seems like you’re wanting me to just do what you want all the time. Like, because you can’t control it I just have to deal with it.”

“I get why you feel that way, but that’s not what I meant. I just wanted you to understand where I’m coming from, I guess.”

“Okay. That makes me feel better.” Val pauses, gathering her thoughts. She stands and changes into loose pajama pants, Dani hovering anxiously as she moves on an unsteady leg. She sits back down gingerly, thoughts collected and voice steady. “I’m frustrated because it feels like you aren’t paying enough attention to me to know I’m upset. I know that it’s silly, that I should just tell you I’m upset, but I want you to be able to know without me telling you. So that I know you care enough to notice little things about me.”

“Are you sure that’s all it is?” Dani asks quietly. “I always thought we were good at talking about stuff, so it just feels weird that you don’t want to talk to me about what you’re feeling.”

“It’s just hard,” Val says. She takes a deep breath. “My Mom died and everything changed. And then later, when my Dad lost his job… They all just dropped me, like I was nothing and we weren’t ever friends, like they never even cared. And my Dad did his best but I had to get a job so we had enough to eat. We didn’t know if we’d be able to make rent or if Dad’s car would die and we’d be fucked. I just never knew if we’d be alright day to day and month to month and now I just - I have to know,” Val said, choking on a sob. “I have to know what’s happening when, because if I don’t know then it could all be gone.”

Dani goes quiet for a while, starting to patch up Val’s knee. “That makes a lot of sense,” she says. “I’m sorry I didn’t see it before, Val. I promise I’ll do my best to notice any hesitancy you may have, and pay more attention to how you’re feeling. But I need you to try and be honest with me about how you’re feeling and what you want. I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I’ll always be here. I just need you to talk to me.”

Val nods. “I can do that. But can we also… make more solid plans? Maybe you could text me before you rearrange the whole apartment. Or maybe we could do it together? Make a weekend of it next time?”

Dani grins. “I would love that,” she replies. “What about the not going places? If you want to go back to places more often, maybe we could alternate? Either we alternate choosing where we go or maybe we could alternate new places and old places?”

“Something like that would be nice,” Val sighs. “I’m hungry now.”

“I bet you are, you had a long day.” Val nods, a little shaken by the realization that this has all been just one very long day. “Val? I love you so much. You know that, right?”

Val grins at her tiredly. “Of course I do. I love you too.”

“Good,” Dani says, standing up and beginning to pack up the first aid kit. “Surgery’s done, your knee’s all set. What do you want for dinner? We could try that new Chinese place up the street.”

“No,” Val says. “I want to get pizza from that place with the really good garlic knots.”

“Absolutely,” Dani says, warmth bleeding from her voice. Val takes a breath, in and out, to ground herself in this moment.

“It was easier when we were kids,” Val says. “We just had ghosts to worry about. We could just punch our problems and they’d go away.”

Dani laughs. “It wasn’t easier at all. I have a shit shoulder and your knee bothers you all the time. We were constantly fighting for our lives. It was good, though.”

Val smiles with her. “It was good.”

Dani rests their foreheads together. “It was us.”

#danny phantom #dp #ectoimplosion2023 #valerie gray #danielle masters #dp fic #vengeful babes #mouse squeaks

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sydsaint · 1 year ago

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Y'all have been asking for it. So I have finally delivered! Scrap daddy Adam Pearce x flirty! Wrestler! Reader. Enjoy 💚

Summary: Adam Pearce gets a surprise on Raw when a fight breaks out between Rhea Ripley and the reader returning from injury.

It's another Monday night episode of Raw, which means one thing. More crap for Adam Pearce to deal with involving the Judgment Day and their shenanigans.

"Mr Pearce?" A stagehand pops into Adam's office about ten minutes after Raw has gone live.

"Yes?" Pearce looks up from his phone at his desk.

The stagehand steps fully into the room with a nervous look. "I just wanted to let you know that Rhea Ripley is out in the ring 10 minutes ahead of schedule." He explains.

"Of course she is." Pearce sighs and adjusts his glasses. "God forbid anyone actually follows the schedule around here." He complains to himself before glancing back at the stagehand. "Just...let her talk. It's easier than me going out there and arguing with her for 10 minutes."

The stagehand nods and turns to leave when a call is made over his headset. Pearce watches the aid stop in his tracks and turn back to Pearce. "Umm, Mr. Pearce, sir?" The aid speaks up.

"What has she done now?" Pearce replies.

"Miss Ripley has just been confronted by Y/N L/N from Smackdown, sir." The stagehand explains.

Pearce chokes on air for a moment before composing himself. "Y/N L/N? She's supposed to be out on injury for another three weeks. And she's drafted to Smackdown." He gets to his feet.

"Miss L/N and Miss Ripley are fighting out in the arena as we speak sir." The stagehand explains further.

Pearce comes around his desk and ushers the stagehand out of the office. The pair weave through the backstage area all the way down to the curtain. Pearce hurries through the curtain just in time to find you reigning down punches to Rhea's face from your position on top of her.

"Well don't just stand there!" Pearce jumps into action and orders back up. "Separate them!" He shouts.

A gaggle of security and stagehands all file out to the ring with Pearce and move to separate you and Rhea. By the time everyone gets to the ring, you and Rhea are both bleeding. The security personnel manage to create some space between you and Rhea, so Pearce steps between the two of you.

"That's enough!" Pearce shouts at both of you in a stern tone. "Rhea! Back to the trainer's room!" He banishes Rhea.

Dominik hurries to Rhea's side and coddles her for a moment before they both slink away backstage. With Rhea gone, Pearce turns around and faces you.

You crack a satisfied grin at the Raw general manager. Blood is smeared over your face from a bloody nose, as well as your knuckles from Rhea's face. But you don't seem to mind it.

"Miss me, Pearce?" You wink at Adam with a laugh.

"What the hell are you doing here, Y/N?" Pearce confronts you while he's got you in the ring.

You laugh again and pull some crumpled papers out of your back pocket. "Oh, didn't you check your email, Adam?" You ask him while forking over the papers. "It seems I was too much for little Nick Aldis to handle. So I'm your problem now."

Pearce takes the papers from your hands and glances at them while mumbling to himself. The security team ushers you backstage and down to his office since Rhea is in the trainer's room.

You get dropped off at Pearce's office and plop yourself down in a chair. Your bloody nose now starting to make your head just a bit fuzzy.

"It says here that you were supposed to report to me at the start of the show!" Pearce sits down in his chair and gets a better look at your transfer papers.

"Oops." You flash a bloody grin at him. "I must have gotten lost. My bad." You joke.

With a sigh, Pearce smooths out your papers and shakes his head. "Are you even cleared for competition yet?" He asks you. "The last I heard you were supposed to be gone for another three weeks."

"Other than this sore nose and minor headache, I'm as healthy as a horse, Adam." You reply with another wink. "Also, you never answered my question earlier. Did you miss me?" You tease him.

Pearce looks at you with a stoic expression, but you can tell that you're starting to wear him down.

"How is your nose?" Pearce asks you as he reaches for a box of tissues from his desk drawer. "Not broken I hope."

"Nah, Rhea can't hit that hard." You insist as Pearce hands you a tissue. "At least tell me that you enjoyed the show. All I've been hearing while I was out was how ol' Rhea was giving my favorite GM a hard time." You wipe up some of the blood from your face that hasn't dried yet.

Pearce shakes his head at you and relaxes in his seat. "That doesn't give you the right to attack her like that." He scolds you.

"No." You sit up with an agreeing nod. "Her kicking me off the top of a ladder at Wrestlemania and putting me out of action for 6 months, does though." You remind him of why you've been gone so long.

"Right." Pearce nods. "What am I going to do with you?" He asks you.

Another smile plays on your lips at Pearce's question. "Well, we both know that I'm your favorite, Adam. So you're going to give me a championship match against Rhea. A cage match, in fact." You inform him.

"Is that so?" Pearce replies.

"Mhm." You nod and get to your feet.

Pearce watches you walk around his desk on slightly wobbly legs before you come to a stop next to his chair. "It's simple, really. You get Rhea off your back and your show back to normal. And I get to beat her ass to a pulp and get the title belt that should have been mine 6 months ago." You flick his tie playfully.

"Alright." Pearce chuckles and gets to his feet. "Let's get you to the trainer's room." He sets a hand on your back. "I think you've lost too much blood."

"Sure." You nod. "But I'm pretty sure this is just a clever ruse for you to feel me up, bossman." You tease him.

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bobattef · 1 year ago

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Not my Loki

POV: You were in a (some what complicated) relationship with Sylvie. Due to being on the run from the TVA, you both got split up over different timelines. You tried pretending you were a hunter for the TVA so you’d be put on missions to help find her but your long term goal of returning to her side is knocked off its path as you start to fall for another Loki variant that was drafted in to help track down Sylvie also.

Möbius was sure this time, surer than sure that Sylvie was last spotted in 1977 London.

You had been through the 3rd time-jump door this evening alone, things were getting exhausting on this mission to find Sylvie but you promised yourself you’d never give up.

Walking the cobbled streets of London right now, you shuddered slightly at the cold.

“Can I offer you my jacket?” Loki was right beside you now after slowing his pace to drop back from Mobius.

You smiled warily, he was always so kind to you since the moment you had met.

Saving you from the bullying tactics of Renslayer on your very first day.

He was pretty much the sole reason why you were working so closely with Mobius and B15 now on the mission to track Sylvie.

“I’m not sure it’ll quite fit over this armour” you looked up at him now as you both walked down another alley, following the other two.

Loki looked off into the distance, feeling slightly awkward.

He’d always liked you since the moment you had met.

He couldn’t quite explain the pull he had towards you, but you had always felt like ‘home’ to him.

He was forever grateful for your help in trying to locate Sylvie, he was in awe at how much you cared to find her but he didn’t know the real reason why.

Möbius intuition was right.

Sylvie was here.

Her face was like some sort of lost puppy as you clocked eyes together down that dead-end alleyway.

You wanted to run to her.

Embrace her in your arms.

Run off together in the London fog but it felt like she tore your heart right out of your chest when she shouted at you.

“Stop trying to find me y/n!”

“It’s not going to work” were her last words before stepping through another time jump door.

They cut like a knife.

Deep.

As the blade felt colder than the London night air that was now nipping away at your face as your tears ran down it.

Möbius and B15 only just catching up to you as the orange glow from the door disappeared fully.

“Argh so close!!” B15 threw her helmet down on the street in frustration.

“Did you get a reading on where she jumped to??” Möbius asked Loki but he hardly heard him speak.

He was fixated on you. He couldn’t believe what he saw, what he heard.

You and Sylvie.

You were ready to risk it all.

You wanted to jump through that door with her, he could see it in your eyes.

Those eyes that lit up when they laid upon Sylvie, he knew that look as his eyes did the same.

You were in love with her as much as he was in love with her.

***

You couldn’t possibly sleep.

Mobius told you all get some rest as another timeline jump has been a failure.

But all you kept seeing when you shut your eyes was her.

How could she do this.

You promised each other no matter what you’d stick together.

Yes your situation had its difficulties but you were happy to jump from timeline to timeline, live different lives week after week.

It was exciting.

Was…

You were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t realise Loki had joined you where you were sat now in the canteen.

The squeaking of the chairs metal leg on the tiled floor pulled you out of your daydream.

“We need to talk” Loki says matter of factly as you stand from your chair now.

“No we don’t” you really didn’t want to get into this right now.

You weren’t sure just how much he knew.

If he heard anything you and Sylvie said to one another.

He grabs you by your arm as you look down at him.

His eyes almost begging you to sit back down.

You feel something in the pit of your stomach as you return to your chair, sighing out loud so he would know the inconvenience.

Loki looks around the almost empty canteen. Time worked differently here at the TVA so there was no set meal times but, much to his relief, right now was quiet.

“What’s the deal?” He practiced this conversation a few times in his head on the way to see you but now he’s lost for words.

You look at the floor and shrug.

“Y/n?…” he voice sounded desperate as you look up to his eyes now.

Usually they were curled up around his iconic smile but right now they were filled with sadness.

You swallowed hard as the look reminded you of Sylvie’s.

“Deal with what?” You snap back. Putting your guard up.

“You and…” Loki cuts off as another TVA personnel walks past your table, they nod their hello as you both fake a smile at them.

“There’s nothing to say Loki” you stop him from saying her name.

“But…what she said, the way she…looked at you” Loki lowers his voice to a whisper.

You cross your arms.

You really didn’t want to speak about it.

Especially to him.

He watched as you clenched your teeth together.

The muscles twitching alongside your jaw.

He often thought about having his mouth move along that delicate skin of yours, planting kisses down that same jawline.

Trailing them along your neck and…

He coughs, bringing his thoughts to a stop.

You look at him.

“There was… something” you emphasised on the something for use of a better word.

“But now there isn’t so…let’s drop it!” You smile at him but he knows it’s fake.

He almost lets out a laugh as it’s his turn to cross his arms over his chest.

“And you didn’t want to say before because..”he tilts his head at you as you furrow your eyebrows at him.

“Seriously??” You say a little too loudly as a few other workers look up from their lunches.

“What did you want me to say??” You whisper now.

“I’m really working undercover. I’m not a hunter. This is just an elaborate and desperate way of getting back too…”

Loki full on chuckles now causing you to cut off mid sentence.

“I meant…what about…us?” You chew your bottom lip, causing him to lose the amusement from his face.

“Is there an…us?” He asks you now as you look away.

You both sit in silence for a while, not knowing what to say.

Yes, there had been times where you and Loki shared moments.

Tighter hugs, lingering kisses on the cheeks or foreheads, you did flirt outrageously with him but most of the TVA staff did, it was the affect he had on others.

You never knew there was something growing on his side though, just assumed he was being normal ‘protective’ Loki.

Now as he stares at the ground out of embarrassment you realise it was a little more than that.

But what is it to be now?

Is Loki going to tell Mobius the truth about you?

You’d get kicked off the hunting team for sure but what will they do to you knowing you had been playing them all this time?

Prune you?

You shudder at the thought.

“Look…” Loki reaches out to touch your hand resting on the table but thinks better of it and starts tapping his fingers against the shiny surface instead.

“I won’t tell anyone about, you know” he says to you as you guess wether or not he’s been reading your thoughts. If he could even do that.

“But we do need to find Sylvie”

“She doesn’t want to be found” your voice waivers slightly as you process your words.

“By you..” Loki says as you look at him in surprise at his outburst.

Suppose it was justified.

“But we still need to find her…the TVA does. We need to know what comes next…with he who remains and the branched timelines and…” Loki starts to word vomit as you watch his face.

He’s always been determined on finding Sylvie.

The whole team has but as he tells you these reasons why you see past them all.

You saw how his face dropped as you both watched Sylvie step through that time-jump door.

“You liked her too?” You say quietly to yourself as he stops mid conversation.

“What?!” He spluttered out.

“Sylvie…” you look up at him as you see his eyes close in realisation that you figured it out.

***

Beepbeepbeep

The alarm blasting through the speakers above were draining on your ears.

You were in the locker room, gearing up.

Loki had kept his promise of not telling a soul.

You hadn’t worked out if it was a good or bad thing.

Good because, no pruning, yay!

But bad because it meant when that klaxon sounded, you were still pretty much a hunter and had to answer it.

You would avoid Loki on a mission.

He’d obviously be there for updates and instructions but where as before you’d be laughing and working closely together, right now it was awkward.

You both were obsessed with the same woman.

That was complex enough but when you also had feelings for one another, it was too much to even think about.

“Alabama 1982…” B15 was reeling off the details of this mission as you both marched down the corridor to Möbius and Loki waiting by the time jump door.

“Sylvie was last spotted by one of our locaters working in a…McDonald’s? A restaurant it looks like. In a town in Alabama” your mind casts back to how you both would love a McDonald’s date.

Cheap food, made even cheaper the further back in time you would travel.

It was so cool to watch how it evolved over time.

What was weird was that she was ‘working’ in one but you had given up trying to guess her plans.

Seeing as you weren’t in them anymore.

“Remember suspect is highly dangerous and in no doubt armed” Mobius voice almost drowns out as he gives his usual heads up before a mission.

You pull your helmet down further over your face as you cover the bottom half with the scarf.

You could feel Loki’s eyes on you the whole time as all 4 of you step through the door.

The orange flow from the time-jump door disappears into thin air as you take in your surroundings.

You were in a field, must of been the middle of the day as the sun beating down on you from above started heating up your armour.

You and B15 start to trudge through the long grass towards the yellow M sign of McDonald’s.

You feel Loki staring at the back of your head as he tries to work out what your motives are now Sylvie no longer wants you to rescue her.

What will you do if she is inside this restaurant.

Abandon the mission.

Help her escape.

Fight her perhaps?

He couldn’t work you out and that scared him.

You reached the car park of the restaurant now.

Mobius and B15 in low hushed voices as they planned 2 would go in the front and 2 round the back.

You squinted in the sunshine.

Deep in your thoughts.

Loki stands next to you now.

“Looks like we’re going through the front” he tells you not looking at you.

“This doesn’t feel right” you cut him off.

“Look, I know it’s far from ideal still doing what we are doing but we need to see the bigger picture here. Find Sylvie, locate he who remains and…”

“I mean this” you gesture to the almost full car park of this McDonalds, it was only a small restaurant on the out skirts of the town but it should of been buzzing inside going by the many vehicles parked up.

Meaning the restaurant should have been full also.

But you couldn’t hear a word from inside.

“An ambush?” Loki sounded worried now, working out where your thoughts were going.

“Guys, what’s up? We going in or?” B15 was always wanting to spring into action but you weren’t 100% convinced this was a normal set up.

“It’s too quiet” you tell her.

“Hmm you’re right…” Mobius sighs out as he pulls out a time pad from his pocket, putting in the co-orindates for the TVA, just in case you needed a quick exit.

You and B15 both pull out your time sticks.

Holding them up close to your chest you step inside.

Loki holds his breath as he hates watching you have to go in head on first.

The strategy was always you and B15 going in armed to see if the coast was clear, you’d both call back either it was or he’d hear the shouts from you as you stepped into a fight but this time there was nothing.

Worried and going completely against protocol, he swings open the door but isn’t prepared for the scene that was before.

You were ok, was his first sight.

Then he looked around, following your eye of vision as he laid his eyes upon every diner and worker that was inside slumped over on the tables, sprawled across the floor.

All fell after what seems to be a puncture wound or 5, their blood oozing out onto the shiny tiled floor.

“Oh my…” Mobius voice sounded choked making you look up at the both of them stood in the door way.

B15 almost gagged when she kicked over a fallen man to reveal a stab wound in his eye.

“This is…a massacre” she whispered out as you walked towards the counter, stepping carefully over a young man that was against the serving table.

“How could she…” Mobius now sounded lost for words as you look up at him.

“You think Sylvie did this?!” You snap.

B15 scoffs.

“Who the hell else?!” She shouts.

“It’s not Sylvie….” You say but your voice trials off.

Your eyes find Loki’s as he tries to work you out.

He’s seen some horrible things whilst on this TVA journey of his.

And in his many years of life before it.

It was always common grounds for the loved ones to not believe what evil their spouses or family members were capable of but he could see it in your face.

He believed you.

This wasn’t Sylvie.

It definitely wasn’t her style.

You turn to face the counter once more, feeling tears start to sting your eyes as your brain whirls around.

If this wasn’t Sylvie then who was it.

Who could commit such a horrific act inside this sleepy towns McDonalds.

You place your time stick down on the counter as you feel your arms start to shake.

Both with anger and of worry.

Was Sylvie alright?!

You lean against the tills now, your head dropping low as many what ifs circle your mind.

But as you glance downwards you see an arm raising up towards your face.

You feel the pain before you can even react to move out the way as a fist comes crashing down on your face.

You cry out as you stumble backwards slightly from the blow.

The mysterious person springs up from their hiding place holding a small pistol.

You go to shout to the others to take cover but your voice is turned into a scream as the searing pain flies through your shoulder.

It feels hot, so hot.

As your head cracks on the tiled floor, your helmet luckily taking the brunt of it.

Everything seems to move slow motion as just when shooter fires his shot, he’s thrown backwards into the shelving area by Loki’s magic as B15 runs toward him, time stick raised.

You try to lift your head to see if she had gotten him but it hurts.

The throbbing of your split lip and definitely fractured cheekbone competes with the searing pain in your shoulder.

“She’s been hit Mobius!! She’s been hit!” Loki’s voice sounded so scared as you bring your good arm up to apply some sort of pressure on your wound.

“I got her!!” Mobius was stood above you now.

“Help B15!!” He shouts at Loki as you’re not even sure where he was right now.

Mobius drags you to sit upright against the back of the chair.

You cry out at the pain shooting across your arm and face.

“Medi kit?!” Mobius barks at you as you lift one of your hips up slightly, revealing the small first aid box that was strapped to the thigh of every Hunter in the TVA.

He wastes no time at grabbing the pain relief shot, ordering you to bite down into the plastic coating as he pops it into your mouth.

The sour taste of the medicine bursting and making its way into your blood system causes you to gag.

You never actually had to take one before and thankfully as it was the most disgusting thing.

Using the small pocket knife you had on your utility belt, Möbius cuts open your sleeve to where the bullet had penetrated your skin.

“This is going to hurt” he quickly tells you before shoving two fingers into your wound.

You want to scream but you’re cut off by hearing another man’s scream.

You glance up to see where it came from as you spot Loki walking towards you all smug.

“How am I supposed to cuff him when you’ve just snapped his arm?!” B15 calls out as you smile faintly at him.

Loki’s smile quickly disappears when he sees your bloodied lip and bruising appearing on your pretty face.

“You ok?” He almost can’t talk as you bite your already swollen lip to stop yourself from crying out.

After confirming the bullet had come back out, Mobius applies the quick fill gel you had in your medi kit to close up the wound.

It was only a temporary fix while those that were injured, got to the medical bay back at the TVA without bleeding out.

“I’ll kill him” Loki told you matter of factly as Möbius rolls his eyes at him.

“Kill our only suspect and lead to get to Sylvie?” He says as he shakes his head at the god of mischief being so dramatic.

“It’s only a scratch” he smiles at you trying to cheer you up.

You cough as he makes you laugh.

“Come on, we need to get him detained” he says as B15 walks over to you all, dragging the shooter behind her “and you, to a medical bay” he places a hand on your shoulder, you wince as he apologies for touching you in that one area.

Loki snakes an arm around the back of you as his other lifts you by your legs.

“What…what are you doing??” You splutter out.

“I was… going to carry you” he says as if it was the most obvious thing.

“I can walk” you tell him, avoiding his eye contact as you feel your cheeks heat up at the way he clutches you so close to his chest.

“Ok” he sighs out as he lowers your feet back onto the floor.

“But I’m holding you up” he tells you as he keeps the arm he had placed round your back.

You don’t realise how much you needed his help as you practically leaned against his body the whole way through the jump door and onto the bed the nurses had waiting for you back at the TVA.

***

The heaviness of your eyes were too much to fight. You felt yourself slipping into a dream as you laid on the hospital bed.

The medical facilities the TVA had always blew your mind.

So clever and so advance yet it was still the same old few stitches in your arm and a cold compress on your face what the doctor had ordered.

At least you felt next to no pain now.

“I’m sorry…” Loki lures you from your slumber but you keep your eyes shut.

“…I didn’t realise you were sleeping, ill, I’ll come back later” the shyness in his voice causes you to open your eyes slowly.

“I’m awake” you smile weakly as you sit up.

“What are you doing? Lay back down” Loki stands next the bed now as he fluffs the pillow a few times.

“I’m fine Loki” you laugh at him.

“Are you?” He asks.

“I mean, minus the hole in my arm and the smashed up face, yeah” you joke but he doesn’t laugh.

“Y/N I’m sorry, i didn’t react in time, I wasn’t quick enough, it just happened so quickly, I, I panicked” he starts mumbling but you reach out for his hand with your un bandaged one.

“Don’t be silly Loki, no one would have known what was going to happen…we got him, that’s the important part….” You squeeze his hand now.

“He is still alive right?” You smile up at him as he avoided your gaze.

“You didn’t kill him did you?” You say as he looks up at you.

“No” he smiles now “I wanted to…still do” he says not letting go of your hand.

You both stay with your fingers entwined with each other, you don’t find it as awkward as you would have before when you would accidentally brush past each other.

Loki stares at your split lip, the wound had closed up but it was still red and swollen.

Trailing his eyes up the the bruising of your cheeks, he has a different set of emotions now.

It infuriates him that you were so hurt, he feels like taking you into his arms, wrapping himself around to you protect you from this.

To promise you he’ll never let anyone hurt you again.

He seems to be lost in his thoughts as he doesn’t realise you had asked him a question but instead of asking you to repeat it, he places his lips on yours.

You take a fair few seconds to catch on what was happening right now.

Was he kissing you?

There wasn’t much movement in this kiss, it was more your lips were just pressed together but as you close your eyes to be lost to it, he darts his tongue out.

You weren’t too sure that you should kiss him back but once he added his tongue to the mix, you shredded any doubts and mimicked his movements.

Your lips stung as your cheekbones throbbed under the force of Loki’s mouth on you but you didn’t care.

He places a hand behind the back of your head, holding you in place as he kisses you deeper.

Your one free hand goes to rest on the waistband of his trousers as you indistinctly pull him in closer to you.

The urgency in you causes him groan into your mouth as your thoughts race to having him devour you right here on the hospital bed.

“A-hem!” The sound of B15 clearing her throat cause your eyes to fly open in fear.

You almost push Loki away from you as he sighs out his frustration at being stopped.

“Möbius is about to interrogate the guy from the restaurant…” she tells you both looking at you more than Loki.

You nod as you had no words.

“If you’re not too other wise occupied?” She looks at Loki now as he exhales a laugh.

She turns on her heels and walks out the medical bay, you feel a long ass lecture is coming your way from your counterpart.

Adjusting his belt buckle and straightening his jacket slightly, Loki watches you as you jump down from the edge the bed.

You shuffle your boots back on and ask him to pass you your jacket that was hanging on the back of the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks you genuinely intrigued.

“To the interrogation room” you say matter of factly.

“What? No!” Loki snaps “you are to stay in bed and rest, you’re not coming to the…”

“What? No!” You find yourself repeating him.

“I need to know who that guy is, what he was doing there, if he saw…” Loki now cuts you off.

Pushing you backwards til you sit back on the end of the bed.

“You’re staying here, you’re going to rest, and then when I’m done questioning this guy, I’ll come back and tell you all about it” he taps you on both your shoulders, you wince slightly as your shoulder throbbed.

“See…you’re in no fit state to be in the same room as him” Loki gloats at you as he knows he’s right. He places a kiss on the top of your head as you glare at him walking out the door.

As soon as that door clicked closed behind Loki, you jumped back onto your feet, awkwardly placing one arm through your Hunter jacket whilst draping the other side over your bandaged up shoulder.

You make your way to the interview room that was attached to the interrogation cell.

Loki told you weren’t in no fit state to be in the same room as your shooter but he never said anything about being in the room next door to him.

You were surprised B15 was stood in there also.

Expecting her to be in the cell doing the questioning with the other two.

You avoid her gaze as you stand next to her, staring through the one way mirror out to where your suspect was sat, with Mobius and Loki before him.

“What was that back there?” She asks you, still looking forward.

“Nothing” you shrug.

“Hmmm” she crosses her arms now “didn’t look like nothing to me”

You don’t say anything else.

You felt embarrassed she had walked in on you and Loki playing tonsil tennis but you also didn’t have an answer for her.

What was this? Even you didn’t know.

Interrogations are long.

The suspects always long out questions, choosing silence over answering anything.

You were leaned up against the wall of the interview room now, the tiredness from earlier on catching up with you.

B15 comes back inside with a caffeine beverage for you.

She doesn’t say a word as you say your thanks.

You weren’t exactly friends, more like work colleagues that happened to be put on the same missions over and over again so you did create some sort of a relationship with her.

But things were definitely strained right now in the tiny confines of that room.

You want to say something more to her but the opening of the door once more stops you in your tracks.

It was Loki.

“I went to check on you in bed and…” he says to you as he runs a hand through his hair, totally annoyed.

“Surprised?” You grin at him sarcastically.

“Not one bit…however I think you’re wasting valuable resting time. He’s not talking and you’re not healing” he stares down his nose at you now, knowing he’s right.

“Oh Loki, it’s only a scratch” you tease him as B15 scoffs at your obvious flirting.

“By a bullet!” Loki snaps.

“Yes…by a bullet but he got a lucky shot!” You quip back.

“Purely getting the one part of me that wasn’t covered by my armour” you roll your eyes at the stupid design of your Hunter armour being so gappy at the shoulders.

“Hmm..a little too much of a lucky shot” you say working something out.

If you had taken a hit anywhere else, the bullet of ricocheted off you, you would have still be stood on your feet in front of the shooter as you could have attacked him back.

But he aimed for your shoulder knowing it wasn’t covered.

“He’s a hunter” you whisper out.

“What?” B15 can’t seem to work out what you said.

“He knew where to hit! He knew where our armour was at it’s weakest” you tell her as you poke the hole that was in her armour now.

“Ow!”

“See!” You turn to face Loki now as he understands your point.

“Not every one knows about the gappy armour! You literally put the chest piece on separately from the arm piece” you look between them both as your clarify your point.

“He’s a hunter” you say out loud as you look at the man still sat in the middle of the cell next door.

***

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