#could've sworn i was across the room two seconds ago

[stupid-lemon-eater]

a series of events

[angelikook]

Keep Your Enemies Close

⤿ Pairing(s): Detective!Namjoon; Mafia boss!Yoongi; Mafia!Taehyung x reader

⤿ Genre: Slight angst, slight fluff, mafia, detective, crime

⤿ Word Count: 3.3k (unedited)

⤿ Warning(s): Murder(s), profanities

⤿ Summary: This time, you realize that your annoying brother, Namjoon, might not be so annoying after all. Not especially after what you two have been through.

⤿ A/n: This is the first fic I’m writing after years of hiatus :D I’m trying something different with this fanfic where Y/n is not the center of the story. This fanfic is not so much about the romance between Taehyung and Y/n, but more about Namjoon and his attempt to fix his relationship with his sister, Y/n.

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"Don't. Tell. Me. What. To. Do." Y/n slammed the door behind her, leaving only the Mandarin smell of her perfume, Vanilla smell of her freshly washed hair, and a gust of wind from the closed door.

Namjoon plopped himself on the couch, not minding the creaks it let out. His mind had other things to think about.

First, Mr. Lee. Somehow the killer of his parents disappeared with million dollars worth of drugs. It'd been reported that he might have stolen it and smuggled it somewhere. All of Namjoon's progress on finding him vanished. He had to start over.

Second, Y/n, his dear sister, the only family member left. After the death of their parents a few years ago, she became more and more distant with him. She barely ate the food he cooked, rarely answered his calls, and went out until late at night. And today was no different.

He came home to a messy house. Today's breakfast leftovers were still on the table. Stale and soggy. He gagged during the entire process of cleaning them.

Trashcan overflowed. It was still fresh in his mind when he told Y/n to take out the trash as she left this morning. Guess she didn’t listen to him as usual. Reluctantly, he grabbed the full trash bag and dragged it out. He really needed to give Y/n a word on discipline.

Upon returning to his dim apartment, Namjoon could've sworn the atmosphere in his apartment had changed. The strong smell of alcohol mixed with tobacco was a dead giveaway. He never arrived home smelling of alcohol or tobacco.

Namjoon slowly closed the door behind him. “Come out,” he says to no one in particular. He didn’t know who or how many people were there. Until the intruder chuckled.

“You’re well trained. Like a dog.” Yoongi walked out from his hiding place while clapping. The scar across his right eye glistened under the dim light.

Third, Yoongi was on the wanted list. Several smugglings of weapons and drugs couldn’t really get far without notice in this city. And for a criminal on the run to show up in front of you was not a good sign. Yoongi in Namjoon’s living room was a bad sign. A bad omen.

“I don’t have time for this.”

Yoongi sat on Namjoon’s couch. “But you do. Because fucking Mr. Lee ran away with my stuff and I know you’re on the lookout for him.”

Namjoon couldn’t say he wasn’t interested. But he wasn’t about to let a mafia boss interfere with his own mission. “What does it have anything to do with me?”

“Because I know where he is. And I know your people are looking for me. Go put two and two together.”

“Let you off the hook and I can kill him? Deal.” And as easy as that, Namjoon reached an agreement with a fugitive.

They shook hands and just a moment before Yoongi disappeared just like he usually did, Yoongi said, “Oh, and your sister, she’s safe.”

***

Unlike any other mafia gang, Yoongi’s wasn’t in a shady part of the city. In fact, his headquarters was in the nicest business complex in the city. Namjoon scoffed at the sight of the skyscraper. It was very on brand of Yoongi to hide in plain sight.

“What are you waiting for? Come on in.” Yoongi in his black suit, standing right in front of the door.

“I want to see my sister first,” Namjoon said as he followed Yoongi into the lobby.

“Not so fast. I don’t want to see any sibling fights here.” Yoongi headed to the elevator with Namjoon still in tow. “You should know why and how she got here.”

The elevator dinged and opened. At first it looked normal, until Yoongi gestured to the panel inside it.

“Real diamonds,” he commented.

Namjoon scoffed again. Only Yoongi would want his elevator buttons to be made from diamonds.

“As I said, you need to know why she got here. Only then you won’t yell at her when you see her,” Yoongi continued his speech as they waited until the elevator stopped.

“I have my reasons.”

“I know. That’s why I’ll explain to you why you shouldn’t.”

"You seem so confident I won't be angry after listening to your speech. But you should be aware that Y/n is my sister. Whatever I do to her is for her own good."

The elevator stopped and opened. The two of them walked out.

"Bla bla bla, that's what adults say to kids. Or you to your sister. But she's no longer a child. She knows her things."

"She clearly doesn't know anything if she ever chooses to stay with you."

"That's where you're wrong. She clearly knows more than you if she ever decides to stay here." Yoongi gestured to the long corridor in front of them.

The corridor reminded Namjoon a lot of the corridor of a hotel. Long, narrow, carpeted, cold, and quiet. Doors upon doors lined up with numbers on them. This floor must be where Yoongi's people sleep.

"This floor is one of the 'living' floors if you wanna call it that. This is where we sleep. Well, not me personally, but you know what I mean," Yoongi explained. "This floor is where my high ranks sleep. And to enter, you must go through facial recognition."

Only then Namjoon realized that in front of him was a glass door. Clear and almost invisible from how clean it was. On the side of the door, there was a panel in which Yoongi scanned his face. A beep and a green light showed that the facial recognition worked and the door opened.

"Let's go." Yoongi walked in with Namjoon following suit. The carpeted floor padded the clicks from his chelseas.

"The higher ranks only get a fucking glass door as protection?" Namjoon questioned.

"If the glass door is broken, it'll send an alarm to go off and enforce a metal wall as a temporary replacement. That wall is even stronger than the entire building. You won't go through unless you can knock down the entire building." Yoongi smirked. "Like I said, your sister is safe."

Yoongi stopped in front of room number 1017 and pressed the bell. As if their visit had been anticipated, a man opened the door.

The man was probably in his late 20s, not much younger than Namjoon himself. But despite the slight difference in age, he looked way rougher than him. His eye lines were clearly visible, his jawline sharp and decorated with razor scars from shaving. A toothpick hanging from the side of his lips. Namjoon didn’t know who he was, but he prayed it wasn’t anyone important.

“Oh, it’s you, boss. Come on in,” the man invited both of them inside. “Y/n is in the bedroom. Go sit wherever, I’ll call Y/n.” Then he left to what Namjoon guessed as the bedroom.

“That’s Taehyung. My right hand. My best strategist,” Yoongi said while taking out a lighter and a box of cigs from his pocket. He put the items on the coffee table before sitting on the white couch.

Namjoon followed suit, sitting in front of Yoongi. The couch definitely felt much nicer than his. No creaks nor groans even when you forcefully land your butt there.

“Why is he in Y/n’s bedroom? And why does she own a room here? Is this the reason why she’s rarely home anymore?” Questions upon questions left Namjoon’s mouth.

“I’ll answer them one by one. This is not Y/n’s room. This is Taehyung’s. You see how the room is two-storey?” Yoongi pointed with a nod of his head at the stairs that lead upstairs, something Namjoon had only noticed. “Best room for my best people. Y/n just stays in Taehyung’s guest room. I let my people bring important guests over, they are even allowed to stay as long as they want. Isn’t that great?”

Namjoon about to open his mouth when Yoongi continued. “I know you want to ask why Y/n is an important guest for Taehyung. Well, I’ll let Taehyung himself explain it to you.”

As if on cue, the man Yoongi mentioned appeared with Y/n in tow. Her wet hair and widened eyes upon seeing Namjoon said a lot.

“Well, nice to meet you.” Taehyung’s calloused hand shook Namjoon’s. “I never expected to meet you like this. As you can probably guess, I’m dating Y/n. I’m probably the reason why Y/n likes to go out a lot. But I can assure you, she’s safe more than ever.”

Before Namjoon could say anything, Yoongi said, “Yes. For my most trusted people, I also take great care of the people the love. Y/n is safer here than anywhere.”

To be frank, none of those reassuring reassured Namjoon. He wanted answers from his sister. “No. Y/n, how did you know them? How did you get here? Is home not safe for you?” The last question was rhetorical since Namjoon himself was constantly afraid of Y/n’s safety.

“Bro, I’m an adult.” Y/n took a seat beside him. “I’m gonna be honest with you. I know about Mr. Lee. I know I’m not safe.”

“Then why are you always criticizing me when I’m on my mission to find him?”

“Because, if you do something to him and he catches on, he might do something to us. I’m not scared of your safety because you’re the head of the city’s police department. If you ever go MIA for a few hours, they’d be on the lookout for you. But, what about me? Who’s keeping me safe?”

For once, Namjoon no longer saw Y/n as the little girl who used to follow him everywhere, but as who she was. A grown woman in her mid 20s. A grown woman who spoke sense into him.

Y/n continued, “Taehyung is my boyfriend. I met him during one of his missions in the cafe beside my office. My card kept being declined, then he helped me. And after a few weeks of returning favors, we made it official. Weeks later, he told the truth about everything. Mr. Lee, the coffee shop, and me. I was in denial at first, but everything he said made sense.”

“But why you never listened to my explanation about Mr. Lee?”

“You’re always yelling at me when you’re talking about him. You never once listened to me.” Y/n raised her voice but Namjoon wasn’t phased. He was here for answers, not fights. Especially not with his sister.

“I assume what I said about him aligns with Taehyung’s explanation.”

“Yes. That’s why I deem being with Taehyung is safer.”

“And even if Mr. Lee is captured and killed. You still don’t want to come home? Do you still want to stay here?”

Y/n took a deep inhale. “Yes. But for a different reason.”

“What is that? You love him?”

“Not only that. I’m marrying him.” Y/n grinned at Taehyung who returned her smile with his own. “Whether you like it or not.”

“But our dad wouldn’t want that. Our dad was a good man. He wouldn’t want you to marry a gangster.”

Y/n laughed bitterly. “Our dad is a dead man. Mr. Lee killed him because he ran with his money. If I want revenge on him, it would be because he killed mom in the process.”

Namjoon held back a snort. So Taehyung already told Y/n about dad’s involvement. “So don’t marry Taehyung. For mom,” he finally said.

“I’m marrying him for mom. She wouldn’t want me to marry a backstabber and Taehyung is very loyal.”

Not wanting to think about losing his sister, Namjoon sighed. “Fine. We’ll talk about this later. At home.”

Yoongi clapped his hands once. "Good. Now let’s talk about business.”

***

If he were being honest, he would have expected Yoongi’s office to be on the highest level in the building. Instead, it was on the second floor.

“Would wanna be close to my hostages,” was Yoongi’s answer when he was asked. He sat down on his chair which looked more like a throne.

"You're sick," Namjoon commented, sitting in front of him. Unconsciously describing himself as the lavender smell in Yoongi's room slowly intoxicating him.

Yoongi bursted a laugh. "I'm the most normal mob boss. The others are all freaks and stupid."

Namjoon wanted to beg to differ but stopped himself. There were bigger things to talk about. "Are you not worried at all about showing me all these things?"

"We made a deal," Yoongi replied matter-of-factly.

"I know. But I also know your business."

"Even if the police come, they'll find nothing. I'm clean." Yoongi continued in a whisper, "I know how to hide."

Namjoon rolled his eyes. Of course Yoongi was right, that was part of the reason why his name had been sitting on the wanted list for years. It had been common knowledge that no one could find Yoongi. If one had met him, it was because Yoongi himself approached them first. Namjoon had initially thought it was just a fairytale, meant to scare children. But after seeing Yoongi manifesting in front of him, he started to question his beliefs.

"So, what now?" Namjoon finally asked.

"Let's just skip all the intro, shall we? I want you to cover my back." Yoongi placed a glass in front of Namjoon before pouring a drink into it. "Do you drink?"

"Not in daylight."

"Good. I don't feel like sharing." Yoongi picked up the glass and drank it whole.

"So you were saying?"

"Yeah." The glass clanked as it hit the table. "I have some ships coming, carrying my stuff, I want you to cover my back. If you say yes, I'll bring you to Mr. Lee. If not, you're going home. What do you say?"

"I'm in."

Yoongi was right when he said he wanted to be close to his hostages. He was indeed the closest person to them. The basement, where Yoongi kept all his hostages, was inaccessible from the elevator. There was only one way to get there and it was only through the hidden door in his office. The hidden door then led to yet another elevator.

Yoongi and Taehyung walked out the elevator first, leading the way through the tight, dark corridor to a room with many doors. The rows of doors kind of reminded Namjoon of the 10th floor, except this was less fancy, less lighting, and more cold.

They stopped in front of a random door, or at least what Namjoon thought was random. Taehyung inputted some code and the door unlocked.

"This is the moment you've been waiting for," Yoongi whispered to Namjoon before entering right after Taehyung did.

One thing Namjoon noticed immediately was the man tied to a chair in the middle of the room. He looked nothing like the Mr. Lee he knew. His unkempt beard and receding hairline made him seem older than he actually was. Eyes dropping, signs that he had been here for a while restless. Nevertheless, Mr. Lee had put on a grin on his face, greeting the three of them with yellowing teeth.

“Kim Namjoon, nice to see you,” Mr. Lee said loud and clear as if he was the owner of the place.

“Let’s cut to the chase,” Yoongi says to Namjoon, not even once acknowledging Mr. Lee’s presence nor his words. “Do whatever you want. Taehyung and I will be outside.”

Just as Yoongi and Taehyung were about to step out of the room, Namjoon responded, “No need.”

He pulled his pistol, aimed at Mr. Lee’s grinning face, and pulled the trigger. In his mind, he was already thinking of an excuse for his missing bullet to his superior.

“Wow, that was quick.” Yoongi chuckled followed by Taehyung as they looked at the splatter of blood on the floor. “Call someone to clean up, yeah?”

***

A loud bang woke him up. He scrambled up from his bed before walking out of his room towards the source of the sound. A series of 'fuck fuck fuck' could be heard coming from the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" Namjoon crossed his arms at the sight of his sister facing the stove. "And when did you come back?"

Y/n quickly turned her back and grinned. "I wanted to cook us something. Taehyung drove me here around 11 p.m. You were already asleep."

“Tell Taehyung I say thank you.” Namjoon thought he should probably start to warm up to the young man.

Y/n brimmed. “Will do. I might bring him here in the future so he can properly introduce himself.”

Namjoon snorted. What an extraordinary life he had. “Why are you cooking, though? You can’t cook.”

“I cook because I want to say sorry.” Y/n put the pan on the dining table. “I guess I was wrong about you. I was too harsh. Taehyung told me everything last night, including what you did to Mr. Lee.”

Namjoon felt like his heart might burst from contentment. “I apologize, too. I should’ve seen things from your perspective. I was too rash and reckless.”

“Aww. It’s okay. Everything is okay as long as we’re together.” Y/n ran to him and hugged him tight. Her face was buried on his chest.

Namjoon snaked his arms around her frail shoulders. His nose took on the scent of burnt food on her hair. It had been forever since he had Y/n in his arms. The last time was when Y/n crying from having to let go of their parents too soon. It was nice to finally hug her again on good terms.

***

"What got you all smiling like that?" Seokjin said before gulping down his morning coffee.

The room was too hot for Namjoon, typical Seokjin. But since it was Seokjin's room, he wasn't one to complain.

"The case with Mr. Lee. It's done. I'll write the report soon."

Seokjin's eyes widened. He had been here longer than Namjoon had, hence he was Namjoon's only superior in the department. But during all these years he had spent rotting in his hot sauna-like room, not even once he found the trace of Mr. Lee. "How did you find him?"

A bead of sweat started to form on Namjoon's back he could feel. He really had to leave this room as soon as possible. "He was found dead. I'll explain the rest in the report."

Seokjin leaned forward, afraid that his voice could be heard from outside his room. "Does this have something to do with the missing bullet?" he whispered.

Namjoon shrugged. "Maybe."

As if it was timed, a knock could be heard from outside the room.

"Come in," Seokjin yelled.

The door opened and revealed the new, young police recruit whom Namjoon recognize as Mr. Jeon.

"Someone by the name Ms. Min wants to see Mr. Kim," he said.

Namjoon stood up from his seat. Silently grateful that he had a guest right when he was about to sweat bullets in Seokjin's room. "Bring her to my office. I'll see her right now."

"On it." With that, the young man closed the door.

"Guess I'll talk to you later?" Seokjin asked.

"Yeah. How about lunch?"

"Sure."

Namjoon's office was right beside Seokjin's so it didn't take time to get there. When he opened the door to his office, he was met with a waft of lavender, which reminded him of Yoongi's office back at his headquarters. He suspected the smell was coming from Ms. Min's perfume.

Upon hearing Namjoon walking into the office, Ms. Min stood up from her seat and faced him. Namjoon almost couldn't stop himself from gasping when he saw who wanted to see him.

Ms. Min smiled and extended her hand towards him. "Hi, Mr. Kim. Nice to meet you. I'm Yoonji, Yoongi's sister. I'm here because I have a proposal for you."

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[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

was having a chat with @commic-jester about my silly headcanon that Hibiki Miyake, the side character who befriended Rui during the second-years school trip (the shyer of those three Pandemonium boys) is related to Kohane because they have similar vibes and appearances (my made up lore on him here), and we came up with a very silly little story about a possible scenario that could've happened before VBS knew Kohane had a cousin who was best friends with a certain Rui Kamishiro!!

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it was a relatively normal day at the Azusawa household. well, as normal as it could get with Rui Kamishiro in the house, who had come over to visit Hibiki, which had started to become a bit of a regular occurence, the two having become rather close following Hibiki inviting the other boy to his group for a school trip.

initially upon finding out about his newfound friendship, Kohane was quite glad, and secretly a bit relieved- she did not know all of the details as her cousin wasn't one to speak about it, but she was aware that he had always struggled to make friends. in fact, other than herself, the first real ones he made were only last year, in his 2-B class, two boys he called "Hayashi-kun and Taniyama-kun." other than that, Hibiki had been pretty lonely throughout his life due to sharing similar timid tendencies as Kohane- yet, being a boy, he'd been teased for it much more than her.

Kohane could remember some time last year, when Hibiki had come home one day, excitedly informing her of a "cool" new boy that had transferred to his class from a different school, practically gushing about how clever he seemed, working on inventions during lessons after having finished his work in record time, yet how he was sure he'd never be able to find the courage to approach someone so "impressive" (Kohane could have sworn he once used the word "charming" to describe this mystery classmate but knew all too well that he would have disintegrated from the embarrassment of being called out, so just giggled to herself and pretended not to have heard) so it was quite the surprise when, a few months ago, speaking with a rare triumph in his usually quiet voice, Hibiki had told her he'd successfully befriended "Kamishiro-kun" after almost a year of admiring him from afar. the name seemed familiar to Kohane, as if she'd somehow heard someone discuss a "Kamishiro" before, though she had decided it was nothing of too much importance and just congratulated her cousin, sharing his infectious joy.

right now, Kohane could hear the muffled noise of the boys rambling about technology and such from her cousin's room across the corridor. meanwhile, she was on the phone having a chat with her partner, none other than An. An was currently excitedly telling Kohane all of the details of something that happened at Kamikou (though, Kohane had already heard this story through her cousin, but wouldn't dream of raining on the other girl's parade) when suddenly, An's words seemed to completely die in her throat.

because over the phone, she had heard the most notorious giggle on Kohane's side.

"hehe~" rang through Hibiki's door as his friend must have found something amusing at that moment.

Kohane, highly confused as to why her partner had suddenly stopped talking, wondered if the connection was faulty and messing with the call.

"... An-chan-?? what's the matter...? can you hear me??"

"... K- Kohane... i think there's an intruder in your house-!!"

"eh-??"

at the other end of the line, An's mind was racing. she knew that laugh. the laugh belonging to one of the most infamous at her school... but no, that seemed impossible!! after all, Kohane wouldn't know him... right? she almost jumped when she vaguely heard the voice again over the phone, sounding far away and muffled by a wall or two, yet unmistakably him.

"ah-!! that, that voice!!"

Kohane's head turned towards the direction of her cousin's room, still rather bewildered by An's behaviour.

"w- what do you mean, An-chan?? that's not an intruder, it's just Kamishiro-sa-"

"WHATTTT-???"

Kohane blinked in confusion as An hung up on her immediately after a slightly dramatic exclamation of surprise.

"oh... maybe she needed to go help her father at the café..." she mumbled to herself, eventually shrugging it off and deciding to read a book, not noticing that An was still very much online.

because she was pacing in her bedroom and ringing Akito.

"what do you want. and unless you're dying, this could have been a text."

"AKITOOOOOOOOO, IT'S AN EMERGENCY-!!"

"urgh...!! don't be so loud, what are you screaming about, bitch??"

"get this!! i- i think... MY KOHANE IS SECRETLY BEST FRIENDS WITH KAMISHIRO-SENPAI!!"

"..."

"..."

"... how high are you."

"OI, take me seriously!! he's literally at her house, dude!! oh, no, no, no, what if he influences her to become a mad scientist, explosion enthusiast, troublemaker like him-?? poor, poor, sweet Kohane!!"

"wait, wait, wait, WHAT-??"

"EXACTLY, BITCH!!"

the next morning at school, An and Akito stood outside the gates of Kamikou, clearly awaiting someone. Toya slightly raised an eyebrow as he walked up to them.

"... good morning, Akito, Shiraishi. you two are quite early today, is something happening?"

Akito was about open his mouth to respond when An beside him suddenly let out a yell and ran up to a tall figure just about to enter the gates. Akito shrugged, shooting a "tell you later" look to his partner before the two of them followed her.

Rui himself paused his casual walk into school, tilting his head at the three second years in front of him with a slight grin.

"morning~ is this an ambush?" he asked brightly.

"YES, actually!!" An retorted, pointing an accusing finger at him, her tone turning interrogative, "Kamishiro-senpai, please tell us your connection to Kohane!!"

Rui blinked a few times, his head remaining tilted, seeming genuinely perplexed.

"who exactly is Koha- oh, Azusawa-kun, was it? your teammate? she's a bit of a fan of our shows, i believe i've heard Emu-kun say...? apologise, i don't reckon i have really spoken with her personally, if that is what you are asking? oh- do excuse me, i have to get to my lesson a little early if i'd like to set up a little trick i have for my dear classmates and teacher today, farewell~"

he departed with a wave, leaving a very confused An Shiraishi stood at the gate. Toya awkwardly glanced between the retreating figure of their senior and his two teammates.

"... is anyone planning to explain that, or...?"

snapping out of it, An quickly filled him in. to the more extroverted pair's surprise, Toya remained completely unfazed. he slowly nodded his head as he digested the gossip.

"... i see... so, because Azusawa mentioned that Kamishiro-senpai was at her house, you both assumed he was visiting her?"

An and Akito nodded rapidly.

after that confirmation from the both, he continued, "... pardon me, but is it not quite a bit more likely that he was there for... Miyake-senpai?"

An and Akito exchanged a blank look before replying in unison.

"... who the fuck-??"

before the more reserved boy had the chance to elaborate, as if right on cue (ironic, considering he was the friend of a theatre director), Hibiki himself arrived at school, instantly catching An's attention, for his resemblance to his cousin was striking, to the point that An almost mistook him for Kohane herself for a split second. the light hair with a fluffy fringe and contrasting brown, doe-like eyes behind a pair of glasses, the shy demeanour, even the height- rather on the short side, the third year could easily pass as a second or even first year, at about 5'3 or 5'4.

not having noticed the attention on him as he went about his business, he had disappeared into the school building. Toya could practically see the flickering of lightbulbs and turning of gears in his friends' heads and he sighed with a soft laugh, deciding to end their little game of detective by revealing the answer to their grand "mystery."

"... that third year who just passed us is called Miyake-senpai. he is Azusawa's cousin, first name being Hibiki, i believe. he is also acquainted with Kamishiro-senpai as the two of them were in the same class last year."

"..."

"..."

"OHHHHHHHH!!"

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title; love, gimme love, gimme love, i don't need it, but i'll take what i want from your heart and i'll keep it in a bag, in a box, put an x on the floor, gimme more, gimme more, gimme more

summary; wooyoung is your sworn enemy but hooking up with him becomes a habit you just can't seem to quit (gen v au)

notes; part two of a drabble series called 'rule of thumb' set in the gen v universe where y/n is a bigender superhero and wooyoung is a blood bender. drabbles are posted in chronological order, there is no updating schedule.

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your mouth feels dry and your throat burns as you shuffle through the dark of wooyoung's dorm where he soundly sleeps in his bed, head buried in the pillows and naked back on full display. so, you might've made a mistake of falling asleep after you two had sex.

you grip your phone, turning on the flashlight which makes you squint your sensitive eyes as you try to gather around your clothes.

you have no idea how you let this happen. you weren't even drunk last night, just pissed off at wooyoung who he kept plastering himself all over you and obnoxiously laughing every time you'd push his arm away because he enjoyed making you mad at the party you were both at last night. he was so fucking annoying, yet you still didn't decline his invite back to his dorm.

an accident that kept happening more often than you'd like.

one time in an alley behind a nightclub where you both shoved your hands down each other's pants with your lips glued together, barely breaking apart to catch your breaths.

another time in your dorm floor's bathrooms where wooyoung fucked you after a party which wasn't exactly your proudest moment because those bathrooms are nasty and anyone could've walked in. including the invisible guy from the third floor that never passed up an opportunity to be a perv.

and then last night. it was the first time you've done it in an actual bed. wooyoung's bed.

you had the right mind to make sure none of your friends saw you leave together at least.

being ranked second came with certain benefits like having a suit all to himself to serve as his dormitory. it was surprisingly tidy now that you flash the light over the dark room, you didn't get a chance to ogle it over properly a couple of hours ago as you were...preoccupied.

wooyoung squirms behind you and you think he's only moving in his sleep, until his voice cuts through the silence;

"jesus christ, y/n, turn that shit off. my head is fucking killing me."

"i'm trying to find my clothes."

wooyoung groans dramatically, flipping onto his back with his arm settling over his eyes. you think he's gone back to sleep again but he continues talking.

"what time is it?"

"almost four-thirty. go the fuck back to sleep." you tell him, clumsily pulling your jeans on.

wooyoung turns on his side, smushing his face against the pillow as he watches you wave the flashlight on your phone around while trying to get dressed.

"you're leaving?"

"yes." you answer because it's obvious. you clear your throat, pulling the sweatshirt over your head, "sorry for falling asleep, it was an accident."

his brows furrow, "it's fine?" wooyoung's head picks up to look around his room until he realizes it's far too dark to see anything, so he just plops it back down against the pillow. "i had fun last night, you really know what you're doing in bed, y/l/n."

you roll your eyes despite him not being able to see you, "oh my god, will you please shut the fuck up?"

"hey, you're the one that fucking woke me up at four-thirty in the morning."

"well go back to sleep then. you're not the one who has to walk back in this cold and dark."

he yawns, "so stay over."

you look at him like he's stupid. "yeah, so jongho can see me in your room when he wakes up to go to the gym in three hours. no thanks."

jongho's room is right across from wooyoung's.

wooyoung frowns at your dismissive tone, he shrugs, "why is that such a horrible thing? is this supposed to be a secret or something?"

"no but i'm not exactly looking to advertise the fact that it happened."

"why are you acting like we won't be doing it again?"

"we won't." you tell him, pulling on your jacket and fixing the hood of it, "this isn't happening again."

maybe saying it out loud will actually make you stick to it.

his head tilts, "you say that every time we fuck and i think the basic rule of thumb is if you say it won't happen again then it definitely shouldn't happen again. this is, like, the fourth time we've hooked up in the past month."

you give him a sarcastic smile, "and the last."

"okay, see you next weekend."

"oh, go fuck yourself."

"text me when you get to your room."

"go the fuck back to sleep, wooyoung."

"i will after you text me when you get to your room."

you don't grace him with a response but simply open the door and slam it shut after yourself.

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the moment you walk into your dorm, you shove your jeans and jacket off of you and bury yourself into the warm comfort of your bed. yeosang finds that it's the perfect opportunity to walk into your room like it's equally as his.

"back from your sexcapade with wooyoung?" his voice makes you jump as you scramble to sit up in bed, still in your blanket burrito.

"jesus christ, yeosang! you can't just do that!"

he frowns, sitting down on the chair by your desk, "you gave me a spare key."

"yeah, in case of emergency."

"you're hooking up with wooyoung, i'd say this is an emergency."

your roll your eyes, flopping down to lie on your bed again, "no, it is not. and it's barely five in the morning, why the fuck are you up?"

he looks down at his plaid pajama bottoms, "the pressing weight of everyone's dreams and thoughts on this floor doesn't let me sleep at night."

yeosang's ability was a burdening one, being a mind reader and controller couldn't be anything else but heavy on your own psyche so you sit up again, gaze softening in genuine concern before it quickly switches into a glare as yeosang snickers in your face.

"i'm fucking with you. i was gaming and heard your door getting unlocked."

"asshole."

"yeah, yeah. but let's get back to the discussion at hand." he says moving on the wheels of your chair across the room to the small cupboard where he knows you keep snacks and pulling a bag of cheetos out, immediately opening it and popping one in his mouth

you sigh, falling face first into your pillow, "there is nothing to discuss, yeosang."

"see but i don't think that's true."

"did wooyoung tell you something?"

"nope, he's been surprisingly tight-lipped about whatever the two of you are up to." is yeosang's reply that brings an irrational pang to your chest.

the thought of wooyoung, who can't keep his mouth shut for more than five seconds let alone a secret, being quiet about the two of you just makes you think he's trying to hide it because he doesn't want anyone else to know that he's...doing stuff...with you.

"i don't think it's that." yeosang is quick to tell you and you look at him confused before another glare sets on your face when you remember that you're friends with a fucking mind reader.

"there's nothing to discuss. nothing that matters anyway."

yeosang sighs, "y/n..."

"he's straight. i know how this ends, trust me."

and it ends with you eventually getting your heart broken one more time because someone you got attached to only wants you in one form, making you relive your teen years where your first boyfriend only ever wanted you to be a girl and you complied to make him happy. not much was different any of the times you tried dating in college that soon enough you gave up on it completely.

"i don't think wooyoung is like any of those people, y/n."

"well, i don't think he's not either." you mumble, face smushed against your pillow as you avoid yeosang's stare. you hate that he knows how sad that makes you. you wish you didn't care what jung fucking wooyoung thought about you.

"it's a little unfair to be upset with him because you think you need to be a girl every time you hook-up."

you frown at that. doesn't yeosang understand that it's easier to be with wooyoung when you're in the form you're sure he's into?

"how do you know that he's only into you when you're a girl? did you ever talk about that with him?"

no.

and he didn't have a problem with you shifting mid-kiss that first time either. he even kissed you first after that. for fuck's sake, he even let you go down on him. but then he said-

"what? what did he say?" yeosang's brows pinch together, "did he say something bad? should i go kick his ass?"

you roll your eyes, willing yourself not to think about it so yeosang's doesn't know. maybe you should let yeosang know because wooyoung deserves to be berated for it. what he said was stupid and shitty. still, you don't.

"no, he didn't say anything." you bury your face into your pillow again but not before shooting yeosang another glare, "and stay out of my head."

"geez, fine. no more picking apart at your complicated, self-sabotaging and emotionally constipated brain." he holds up his hands innocently but you know that you can trust him not to do it again during this conversation. yeosang is cool like that. "still, i think wooyoung likes you. but don't tell him i said that, he'll say i'm breaking bro-code or whatever although i don't see how that's breaking code when both of you are my friends."

you snort, "wooyoung does not like me and i don't like him either. we hate each other's guts."

"jesus christ," yeosang groans, still chewing on your snacks before seemingly giving up on trying to reason with you, "fine, whatever makes you sleep at night."

"it's true." you continue stubbornly, at this point trying to convince yourself more than anyone else. "he's straight."

"okay, let's say that's true, then are you just intentionally trying to hurt yourself by hooking up with him? because you know nothing will come out of it?" yeosang's gentle tone does nothing to soften the blow those words bring and you decide that this conversation must end now.

"i don't want to talk about this anymore."

"y/n-"

"i want to sleep now, yeosang. i'm tired." your voice is muffled under the pillows and blankets, you hear him sigh.

"fine."

you hear shuffling before eventually the door opens and closes again. your eyes finally slip shut and you try your hardest to not think of jung wooyoung or how warm would you be if you actually decided to stay this morning.

[fifteenminutes-if]

[ BARE ]:   as they get undressed, the sender gently places a soft, tender kiss against the receiver’s bare shoulder with Maddox? 👀

ask and you shall receive 👀 changed the prompt a bit to suit the staged paparazzi photos (no undressing but plenty of pining!)

Maddox had never known stage fright.

For as long as they could remember, getting on a stage and performing for a crowd felt as natural and necessary as breathing. Where others might find hundreds upon thousands of eyes on them a somewhat daunting concept, Maddox basked in the attention. Better yet, they revelled in it.

But, there is a level of control in choosing to be seen on a stage. When the lights dim and the last round of applause rings out, you get to bow out of the spotlight. You get to head backstage, shake off the skin you were wearing for entertainment, and return to some semblance of normalcy.

Maddox wasn't sure they knew how to bow out anymore.

"It's freezing out here."

Your voice quivers slightly as a shiver runs through you.

The two of you are leaning against the balcony of your shared hotel room. An uncharacteristic silence grips the streets below in the wake of the rising sun. Muted hues of orange and baby pink cradle the storefronts below and playfully dance across the river cutting through the town. A chill breeze whispers through Maddox's hair.

There's no one in sight. But you and Maddox both know better.

"The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can go back to bed," Maddox grumbles under their breath.

They see you crossing your arms over the loose, buttoned-up white shirt their publicist, Alma, had chosen a mere thirty minutes ago.

Natural and carefree. That was the chosen theme for the day. Just a loved-up couple taking a day off from the press and the scrutiny.

“Careful,” You give Maddox a grin over your shoulder. “Alma's going to have a conniption if you look anything less than ecstatic to have your arms around me.”

Maddox can almost feel their tongue leadening in their mouth as the scowl flees from their face.

They know you're joking. You always are. But, they're all too aware of the small crinkle near your eyes and the silhouette of your bare arm as the sun illuminates you from behind.

If Maddox was pious in any way, they might describe you as something divine.

And you're not wrong. Alma had been explicit in her instructions for your staged rendezvous: show the critics something new to gnaw on. The frenzy of speculation and rumours about yours and Maddox's whirlwind romance had nearly ceased altogether, and the only way to hold the public's attention was to change tactics.

“Did I break you?”

You've turned to face the stunning view once more, but Maddox can hear the faint amusement weaving through your words.

They clear their throat, diplomatically avoiding your question as they lean back further, fingers lightly gripping the ornate railing.

“Prolonging this isn't going to make you any warmer, sweetheart."

Funny. There was a bite to that endearment in their head but it came across far too warm and intimate.

Maddox could've sworn they saw your shoulders tense, but your voice is smooth and light when you reply.

"Busted."

They don't have time to prepare before your back makes contact with their chest.

Their hands land on your sides on instinct. A faint whiff of your shampoo embraces them and it's comforting enough to keep their hands where they are, pinkies grazing against your hips.

It would've been easy to forget exactly why you were so affectionate out of the blue were it not for the brief flash of light in their periphery.

The show has officially begun.

Maddox only hesitates for a second before wrapping both arms around your middle, letting their fingers rest on your stomach.

"Come closer," you say softly, placing your hands on their forearms.

They wonder if you can feel their hands tremble.

Nonetheless, Maddox heeds your demand without a word, their chin nearly level with your shoulder now. The scent of your shampoo is intoxicating. They catch sight of your collarbones through the open neckline of your shirt and they hastily dart their eyes away.

"Closer." They can feel your laugh reverberating through their chest, but there's a bitter undercurrent to your delight. "Is being near me that repulsive?"

No, they want to protest. Being near you feels like taunting fate. Like repeating histories of impulsive decisions that they ultimately come to regret. Like they'd do it still just to be near you.

Unable to voice their thoughts out loud, Maddox settles for winding their arms tighter around you and resting their head near the crook of your neck.

"Close enough for you?"

They feel you shiver. Instead of answering, however, your eyes turn to the side, searching.

"I don't know. I feel like they've gotten enough of this pose."

Maddox feels their lungs deflate. Of course. You just wanted to get the best angles for the camera.

"Maybe we should–"

You shake your head, strands of your hair brushing against Maddox's cheek.

"What?"

Their voice sounds distant, colder. They doubt you notice.

"I don't know. Maybe you could kiss my shoulder or something."

A tense, awkward silence blooms between the two of you. You had orchestrated strategic affectionate touches before–a brush of the hand here, a hasty peck on the cheek there.

Never has it felt so clinical as it does now.

"Yeah. Sure."

Maddox finally replies.

When you say nothing in return, they carefully nudge aside the collar of your shirt. Your shoulder had already been bared to them before, but the expanse of skin now set their heart racing.

They scoff to themselves. Acting like a damn teenager all over again.

Before they can talk themselves out of it, they lower their lips to your shoulder, planting a painfully gentle kiss and lingering for a second too long. Too tempting and all too easy to surrender.

They could've imagined the hitch in your otherwise regular breathing. But their brain latches onto the sound as they rise to their full height once more, taking a step back on unsteady feet.

Their hands clench at their sides, already missing the feel of you.

"'S that all?"

You turn slowly, fingers clutching the buttons of your shirt.

Maddox can't meet your gaze despite the hard veneer to their tone.

"Are you doing alright?"

And suddenly, you're right in front of them, your eyes inquisitive. It takes all their willpower not to reach out and cup your cheek.

"Fine." It's too sharp. Too jagged with the rough edges of sharp memories that haven't faded to nostalgia just yet.

They know they're being unfair. But, they'd spent too many nights thinking over every word you say to them. Every look they commit to memory, every touch they agonize over.

"I'm sorry." Maddox's breath leaves them with their words. They feel like they're apologizing for a lot more than a few misspoken words.

They glance up from the ground, only seeing a flicker of pain and confusion on your face.

And they can't stop themselves this time from brushing their thumb across your cheek.

As you lean into the touch, Maddox sees the same flash of light at the corner of their eye.

[aetheternity]

He loves me, I love him not

Synopsis: When he tells you he loves you and you don't say it back. {So like forever ago I don't remember how long, there used to be this Tiktok trend where a person wouldn't say I love you back to their partner and film their reaction.} That's the idea behind this but it's not really a modern au. The boys aren't being filmed. You're just messing with them.

Disclaimer: No pronouns used/gender specified. Not a modern au just straight up fluffy stuff with a small amount of angst in Chongyun's part.

Characters: Aether, Chongyun, Tighnari, Venti, Scaramouche.

A/N: I want to write a new 5wirl post so bad but I also doubly realized how much I enjoy writing for Tighnari. So you guys will have to suffer till I get bored of him.

Venti

☆ He says he loves you so often that your reply has become second nature. So much so that you worry you might not be able to trick him like this.

☆ Yeah part of it was because he was the absolute cutest and sweetest boyfriend ever. But the far louder side of your brain nagged on about how you'd end up hurting his feelings.

☆ Though you pushed those worries aside and did it regardless. It was just a test of sorts after all: "I love you." He mumbled sweetly into your ear as the two of you sat side by side, feasting on apples and bread for breakfast.

☆ The words sat on the tip of your tongue, an equally affectionate reply replaying in your brain. "Mhm." You settled on.

☆ His head swiveled towards you so fast you could've sworn it'd disconnect from his body. Though it only took a glimpse of the corner of your eye for a small smile to stretch across his face.

☆ "Not feeling it this morning, Windblume?" His words so close to your ear cause the hairs against your neck to raise and you let a little shudder flow down your spine. "Or maybe you just feel like teasing."

☆ "Ven.." You cut off at the feeling of his lips on your cheek.

☆ "It's ok." He giggles "Though if you ever genuinely don't feel like saying it back, don't worry I understand."

☆ "I love you too, so much."

Tighnari

☆ Listen he rarely ever says these three words. Not because he doesn't feel as strongly for you as you do him or because he's heartless. He just doesn't want to overuse the phrase. He thinks it should mean something every time.

☆ And it's been a while since he last said it so at this moment he just stops, deadpanning in the doorway.

☆ No words to break the awkward tension just a full blown not blinking staring contest.

☆ "What?" You gaze back at him innocently

☆ "Don't play dumb, I believe I said something very romantic and heartfelt a moment ago."

☆ "Did you??" You continue to tease, pulling a confused expression for effect.

☆ And yeah sure you could spend the whole day trying not to let a grin slip as his unamused grimace gets darker. But of course you slip and say it back. Just be prepared for him to be the petty bastard he is and revoke kissing privileges later.

☆ What do you mean he's dodging your kisses? He's just busy right now. Guess you'll have to wait till he stops finding your annoyed huffs funny.

Aether

☆ He says it at least once every time he sees you for two reasons: One the constant fear that the next time he sees you will be the last. And two he's just naturally affectionate in that way.

☆ So yeah: this time when he says it and he's met with pure silence he's more than a little worried. He's not exactly looking at you right now. He's cleaning the last of the dishes in the sink, while you dust the living room only a few feet away.

☆ He ponders over whether or not you heard him or maybe in fact he just hadn't heard you. So he just repeats himself, waiting a bit anxiously for a reply. Though this time he notices the quick flinch of your shoulders and the way your cheeks puff only to relax a second later.

☆ Suddenly your little game is exposed. He dries his hands, walking up behind you quietly enough that you don't hear him coming.

☆ He soon enjoys the wriggle of your hips in his grasp as he pulls you off the table you'd been standing on. Gently he lowers you to the ground his kisses swiftly covering every inch of your face. A soft murmur of "I love you" pressed into every spot on your face until all you could do was breathlessly wheeze his name.

☆ Now you can't help but state the words back outright. Your beaming grin and adoring eyes giving you away before you could even utter it.

☆ But Aether's, Aether so of course neither of you are moving from that spot till he gets the appropriate amount of kisses and love you's back.

Chongyun

☆ Another one who doesn't say he loves you often but he knows what displaying those emotions can do to him plus he's a little shy. It's ok you live with it.

☆ Today had been sort of rare though. He'd been off the whole day, just meditating during the early morning and training until the sun had finally set.

☆ Unlike Xingqiu, you didn't play pranks on Chongyun. Actually you were the one who normally took care of him after Xingqiu's latest prank. But you felt a sort of playful mood arise. Perhaps not seeing your boyfriend today had stirred up some energy in you.

☆ He slipped into his side of the bed like he always did, reaching out to intertwine your hands. "Goodnight Name, I love you." He whispered

☆ "Goodnight, Yun." You shifted closer to him, eyelids drawing shut.

☆ You can feel every shift of the mattress as Chongyun wiggles about, hand holding yours a little tighter and then suddenly everything stills.

☆ You almost pretend to wake up but he takes the choice away, taping your shoulder.

☆ "Name, Did I upset you? You always say you love me back.." His eyes shift between each of yours as he nibbles the popsicle. (You honestly can't imagine where he got it from.)

☆ "Yun.."

☆ "Is it because I didn't spend the day with you? I probably should've have, shouldn't I.. I didn't mean to be a bad boyfriend.. I'm more accustomed to training on days off and-"

☆ And of course you have to kiss his cheek and talk him down because he won't stop worrying.

☆ "I'm so sorry Yun. And I do love you."

☆ The light pink dusting his cheeks makes the pang in your chest lighter as you pull the blankets up to cover you. (Not him cause heat.)

☆ "I am thankful you were just pranking me." He mutters into your collarbone. "But next time if you do can you just do it the way Xingqiu does instead?"

☆ If you love him at all you will never do that shit again.

Scaramouche

☆ He's surprisingly spontaneous with how infrequently he'll tell you he loves you. Someday's he'll say it when he first sees you and then again at night. Other days you won't hear the phrase uttered at all.

☆ To be fair It's always a little shocking to hear how easily those words come to him no matter how long the relationship has gone on for.

☆ He's just sort of laying in your lap when you decide to test him. His head cradled by your thighs. Your hands carding sections of his hair away from his closed eyes.

☆ A little sigh falls off his lips before those affectionate words fall off his lips. You opt for pure silence however. Keeping a blank expression as best as possible as his eyes soon fixate on you from his spread out angle.

☆ "Didn't you hear me?" He asks

☆ "Hmm?"

☆ His hand reaches up to take your wrist, "I said, I love you."

☆ "Ok, heard you loud and clear." You give him a thumbs up.

☆ You only get a split second view but his grimace is instantly noticeable. "You can be so annoying sometimes."

☆ "Scara wait!" You can't hide your giggles as you trot along behind him but he doesn't even bother to stop walking.

☆ Don't worry he's already accepted your apology. He just really hates your little pranks.

[gogobootz1]

Second Hand News

Aemond Targaryen x Reader (College AU)

In the days before Thanksgiving, campus is empty. Except for one other person.

2k words

The last few days were starting to really hit you. Practically everyone you knew had left Westeros University on Friday or Saturday, so you had spent a large amount of time entirely alone. The dining hall closed on Friday too, so you'd also eaten a mass amount of microwavable Mac and Cheese cups.

However, the major perk of having the dorm to yourself was the new sense of privacy you'd gained. Last night you'd watched a movie in the common room, something you never would've attempted if other people were around. This morning you'd decided to do laundry, and to your luck every single machine was open. Practically a miracle. Usually, it was a war zone- the top floor was lawless.

And since it was so empty, you saw no issue with playing a little music out loud. After all, you were sure no one else had been in the dorm for days.

So as you folded your clothes, you didn't give a second thought to dancing a little bit. At least not until you saw who stood in the doorway.

"OH!" You shouted, scared at his sudden appearance. After recovering from your shock, you rushed to turn the music off. Standing before him, you were suddenly embarrassed about both your music and fashion choices, "geez, sorry."

"Was that a mashup of Phantom of the Opera and WAP?" Of course, Aemond Targaryen would walk in on you doing something ridiculous. That was just your luck. The serious young man was in a few of your classes, and honestly intimidated you. No one knew much about him- only that he was blind in one eye and at the top of the class.

"Phantom of the WAPera," you nodded. "I'm almost done, sorry. I was just finishing folding, you know? I didn't realize anyone else was still here."

Aemond shook his head, "that's alright." He made his way to a machine that was a respectable distance from yours.

As much as you tried, you couldn't stop glancing his way. What was the protocol in a situation like this? Make conversation? Don't make conversation? Did anyone like talking to each other anymore?

"Are you heading home for Thanksgiving?" He interrupted your internal debate.

"Oh, uh, I don't know, actually," you started, surprised by his question. Usually, he was so quiet in the history classes you two shared. "My mom said she'd let me know if she could pick me up, so I'm sort of playing it by ear."

He only nodded in response.

"What about you?" You asked him the same.

Aemond let out a hefty sigh, "believe me, Christmas with my family is more than enough."

A light laugh escaped you at his response. "That's fair, so you're spending it here?"

"It'd seem so," he said.

"Well then, maybe I'll see you around," you said. You'd finished folding and thought it'd be weird to linger.

"Maybe," he nodded, and you could've sworn you saw the faintest hint of a smile on his face.

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The next time you ran into your stoic classmate was in the second-floor kitchen. You'd been staring at a can of cranberry sauce longingly since you couldn't find the can opener. In fact, your stare had been so intense you didn't even see him enter.

"Are you alright?" The question made you jump, and almost caused you to fall off the stool you'd been sitting on.

You pressed a hand to your chest, trying to recover from a near heart attack. "Yeah, I just couldn't find the-"

You halted when he pulled the can opener out of the microwave. For a moment, you just stared, "what?"

"Aegon was drunk a few nights ago," Aemond said with a slight chuckle. You hummed in response. That made sense. His older brother was always doing crazy shit, and as a rich, likable, athlete, he always got away with it.

Aemond leaned across the counter and handed you the can opener.

"Thanks," you said.

He nodded, "will you heat it up?" He asked, referencing the can sitting in front of you. You took a deep breath.

"See, I was going to, but I stared at it for too long and now I'm too hungry," you told him. Aemond's lips quirked up in a slight smile as he nodded.

He spun around, presumably to go back to whatever he came to do. You turned your attention away from him and whipped out the spoon you brought. Just as you were about to take a bite, Aemond turned back toward you with a spoon in his hand. He was clearly going to offer you the utensil, and a large wave of guilt washed over you.

"Do you want some?" You offered. "I don't mind sharing. The can's probably too big for me to eat by myself anyways." His brow raised a bit at your offer.

"I've never had canned cranberry sauce," he said hesitantly.

Your eyes widened, "for real?"

"My mother always made a cranberry citrus relish. It was the only part of the holidays that felt like home." Aemond clarified.

"Well, this hardly compares to homemade, but it's not bad." You shrugged, pushing the can towards him. You had opted not to pry more into his home life, and it proved to be the right decision when he took a small bite.

Aemond kept his face neutral, but you could see in his eyes that he didn't hate it. "Pretty good, huh? For the dorm, at least?" You asked him, hopefully.

"For the dorm," he conceded, nodding at you with the smallest of smiles. You gave him one in return. Finally, he did turn away, grabbing an expensive-looking coffee drink from the fridge.

Suddenly you were afraid you wouldn't see him again for the rest of the weekend. Just as he was about to exit the kitchen, you caught his attention.

"Hey, uh, for tomorrow I was gonna put a movie on at like- seven if you want to come watch." You paused for a beat and then elaborated, "I've got popcorn too and more cans of cranberry sauce."

Aemond stopped, then spun on his heel. "What movie?" He asked, face blank. The man made it impossible for you to get a sense of how he was feeling.

"I'm open to suggestions," you offered.

He stood there a moment before saying, "I'll be there."

Your eyes widened in surprise, "cool."

"Cool," he replied.

"Great," you said.

"See you then," Aemond told you, finally walking off.

"Yup," you said, turning back towards your can of cranberry sauce.

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You’d been settled on the couch with a blanket draped over your shoulders for at least fifteen minutes. And it was still about ten minutes away from seven PM. You got up to finally put the popcorn in when he walked down the hallway. 

“Hey,” you said, doing your best to sound casual. It’s not like you had started picking out this evening’s pajamas at eleven AM or spent all day coming up with movie ideas. No, definitely not, this was super casual. 

Aemond nodded at you in greeting, and held up a six pack. “Complements of my brother.” 

You let out a little laugh, “very generous.” 

“Isn’t he just? Most expecially when he leaves his room unlocked.” That caused a smile to grow on your face. 

“So what did Aegon have in the fridge?” 

“You give him far too much credit by assuming he’d put beverages in the fridge,” he informed you. “From the stockpile in his closet, I grabbed the mango hard ciders. Trust me when I say that everything else was disgusting.” 

“I’ll take your word for it.” You laughed, and put the bag of the popcorn in the microwave.

You heard him set the drinks down on the coffee table and take a seat on the couch. "Did you have a genre in mind?" Aemond asked from the living room.

"I'm pretty flexible," you told him, and the microwave beeped from behind you. "I like mysteries, though, and there are a whole bunch of classics I haven't seen."

"Like what?" He asked, curiously.

"Let me see," you started, pouring the popcorn into a bowl. "Well, I haven't seen Pulp Fiction, and people love that. Haven't seen Back to the Future, The Princess Bride, or Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Oh, and I haven't seen any Studio Ghibli movies."

"Really?" Aemond asked as you walked towards the couch, "I think I've seen every Quentin Tarantino movie at least twice thanks to my brother."

You laughed at that and grabbed the remote, "okay so do you have a movie preference?"

"You said you like mysteries, right?" He asked, holding his hand out for the remote. You gave it to him and he started clicking through all the streaming services.

"Yup, I read Agatha Christie books religiously as a sixth grader." You confessed.

Aemond chuckled at that, "then you'll like this movie." He clicked on something called Knives Out, and you put the popcorn bowl between the two of you.

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"Both of those movies were so good," you turned towards your couch partner as the credits rolled. You’d both had a few of the drinks, and after the first movie he’d picked out another for you.

Aemond smiled at you, "I like that one." After a moment of mildly awkward silence, he said “if this is too personal you don’t have to answer, but what happened to your Thanksgiving plans?” 

You let out a sigh, and finally admitted to yourself what you hadn't been willing to a few days ago. “Honestly, I don’t think I ever really did have plans. I think I was just holding onto the hope that everything would work itself out in the end. I guess now that I’m older I need to get it through my head that that doesn’t always happen. There’s not always a happy ending.” 

He looked kind of sad at your words. “It’s a nice idea though.” 

You hummed in agreement, “so what happened with your Thanksgiving?” 

He let out a big sigh, and you could see it wasn’t an easy topic for him to discuss. “If you don’t feel comfortable-”

“No, no,” he interrupted, “it’s just that, my family really fell out after my father died last year. I wasn’t sure I could go to this Thanksgiving without seeing the ghosts of the old ones.” 

“I’m sorry,” you said, at a loss for words. 

“It was my favorite… and his.” 

“Then I hope this one wasn’t too bad.” You said quietly.

He looked at you appraisingly and, in perfect honesty, said, “it wasn’t.” 

“Good.” 

You took another sip of your drink before you decided to change the subject so he wouldn’t have to reflect on any more hard feelings. “Do you think families actually go around and say what they’re thankful for on Thanksgiving? Is that a thing?”

“Maybe families who like each other,” he shrugged.

You snorted, “that’s fair.” Suddenly you got an idea, “we should do it.”

“What?” He asked, skeptically.

“We should go around and say what we’re thankful for,” you insisted.

After a long moment Aemond sighed, “fine.” He waited for you to start, but you just stared at him. When he realized you weren’t going to go until he did he rolled his eyes. “Okay, I’m thankful that,” he trailed off. Then he watched as you took a sip of your drink. “I’m thankful that my brother is a drunkard who is too stupid to lock his dorm.”

You snickered at his response and nodded approvingly.

“Your turn,” he prompted. The tiredness was finally hitting you, and you looked at him for a second longer.

“I’m thankful to be in such great company,” you said sincerely. His face softened at your words. “Really, you’ve made today super special. Thank you.” You leaned over and planted a light kiss on his cheek. “Happy Thanksgiving, Aemond.”

You popped up from the couch and stretched. “Goodnight,” you said happily. Walking tipsily back to your dorm, you prepared to sleep your way through Black Friday and the rest of the weekend.

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I wrote this on a huge whim because I'm trying to zone out of my own Thanksgiving lmao.

Idk if Aemond is ooc but I hope you liked it anyway lmao. (And I might do a Christmas themed part 2?)

[zerstorerin]

Cold Crash (Pt. 1)

Summary: Din cares for a hypothermic reader after crashing on the ice planet.

Warnings: Mentions of spiders, hypothermia, and Din being a slightly spicy flirt.

Word Count: 3.5K

Comments: I hope you're craving caretaker Din as much as I do. It seems all my fics have an injured character trope... Awkwarddd. Do we want a part two??

About a year ago...

"What's your worst fear?" you asked Mando. You'd been in hyperspace for hours now, and though the beskar-clad warrior had mentioned the trip to the Core planets would take upwards of a few days, you hadn't expected to be so... bored.

"I'm not afraid of anything," he replied. He was clearly unamused at your feeble attempt to pass the time.

"Bantha shit!" you cursed, tucking your legs up in your chair. "Everybody's afraid of something. I'm afraid of spiders."

Mando scoffed. "Spiders?"

You reached over and cuffed him across the helmet as you tried to stifle your own giggles. "Hey! It's not funny. It's a completely valid fear."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah." Your laughter died out as old trauma surfaced in your mind."I, uh... I got bit by a spider as a kid. Turns out, it was poisonous, and I would've died if my dad hadn't rushed me to the medbay like he did." Mando's figure stilled in the pilot's chair. "I had recurring nightmares for weeks. My- my dad would wake up and rush into my room, helping me check my arms and legs. And then he'd stay with me all night, watching for spiders. He'd be right there the next morning with bags under his eyes."

Mando didn't talk for awhile. Only the beeping and soft hum of the Crest lingered between you two.

He finally spoke up when you'd almost dozed off in your chair. "Droids."

"Hm?"

"I'm afraid of droids." He looked over his shoulder, as if waiting for a response.

But you would never judge him for that, nor did you want to pressure him to tell you why— if there even is a why. Who ever said fears had to be justified? So you waited.

The Mandalorian correctly read your silence as a message of acceptance. He stood up from the pilot's seat and made his way over to you.

And then he knelt and bowed his head, causing you to freeze. "I'm not ready to share my story yet, if that's okay."

You immediately relaxed. "Of course, that's okay—"

"And I'm sorry for laughing." Mando's helmet raised, and you could've sworn he was looking you in the eyes. "I had no right to make a joke of your fear after you were brave and kind enough to share it with me. Ni ceta."

He already had your forgiveness, even if he didn't think himself deserving. And you knew he always would, because even then, you were head over heels in love with the beskar-clad warrior.

Present.

When he woke, Din's first thoughts were of you and the Child. You two were always his priority and would be until his last breath.

His second thought was about how cold it was in the ship. A thick layer of frost coated his beskar, essentially gluing him to the dashboard, and his joints felt stiff.

He looked over his shoulder to the passenger's seat to check on you, but he saw the frog lady unconscious on the floor instead. It took him a moment to remember why, still disoriented from the crash.

You had been cooking for the kid when the New Republic officers had shown up, which meant you were down in the hull when the ship had crashed.

You and the kid were in the hull, where the ship had likely taken the most damage.

Peeling himself from the dashboard, ice and metal snapping apart, he called out your name.

No response.

The frog lady groaned as she woke up, her purple skin a sicker shade of lilac from the freezing temperatures. Din lifted her to her feet, helping her to settle against the wall.

She croaked at him, and he knew that she was worried about her family— just as he was worried about his.

"I'll find your eggs. Don't worry," he assured her. "Gotta get you some blankets,

keep you warm."

Fear flared in his chest. The cockpit had stayed sealed, but it was still cold as ice. If the hull had been penetrated, you would be hypothermic— no. He forced the suffocating feeling from his mind with reasonable thoughts. The little kitchenette Din had recently installed on board wasn't far from

the sleeping compartment, so it was possible you had been able to lock the kid and yourself in. You'll have some bruises from getting banged around, but you'll be okay.

He climbed down the ladder, taking in the sight of snow blowing into the hold through a gaping hole. He cursed under his breath, then yelled for you again. "Riduur!"

Din turned around to the tiny bedroom and tapped the control panel. The door slid open to reveal no sign of either of you.

"Where are you?" he asked, and with each moment that you and the child went unfound, his heart rate increased.

The frog lady said something to him he didn't understand directly but guessed it had something to do with her family.

"Hang on, I'm looking for your eggs!"

His heart sank, knowing his answer was a half truth. He was certainly keeping an eye out for her eggs, but his first priority was to his aliit.

Avoiding sparking wires and fallen boxes, he crossed the hold to a blanket that was moving suspiciously and making swallowing noises. Pulling the blanket back confirmed that his son was indeed snacking on more eggs, but he was safe.

"No! Your mother told you not to do that," Din scolded as a bit of the worry eased from his body. He shouted, "Found them!" up to the frog lady and closed the incubator.

The kid pushed the last egg into his mouth.

"How many did you eat?"

The green little monster only guiltily burped in response.

The frog lady came down the ladder to the cockpit, and Din allowed her to take the incubator into her arms. She croaked, raising one hand and drawing a line back and forth around your height.

"No, I haven't found her yet." He gestured to the kid, who was now playing on the fallen boxes, completely unaware of the dangers they all were in. "Can you keep an eye on him?"

She said something in frog language he understood to be an agreement.

On the outside, Din had managed to appear calm, but on the inside... he was terrified. This hull wasn't that big. He'd already have found you if you were still in the ship. So all that was left was the absolutely horrifying conclusion that you had been thrown from the ship at some point during crash. You were out in that snow somewhere, and his earlier fear was slowly becoming reality.

Din ducked as he stepped out of the hole in the hull, and all at once realized just how deadly the brazen winter really was. He focused on his breathing to keep his body from going into shock, and started to search through the wreckage and other things thrown from the ship. There were several storage boxes, some of his tools, and his old cape—

It was your cape now, though. After he had gifted it to you, you never took it off.

He knelt began to dig, desperately trying to uncover the rest of your form. "I found you, cyar'ika. I'm here." He dug out your shoulder first, then carefully traced it to where your head would be. He kept swiping away layer after layer of snow, now more gently as he neared your face. Your eyelashes appeared first, then your nose and mouth, and then he was pushing his hands under your head to pull you out of the snow and to his chest. "I got you, riduur." But you didn't stir, not even as he lifted you into his arms and carried you back to the ship. He was most worried about the fact that you weren't shivering like you should be.

"Blankets! I need blankets!" Din ordered, every muscle in his body now trembling with the fear of losing his wife.

The kid noticed his momma in his father's arms and his ears drooped to his sides, but he nonetheless scurried as fast as he could to the sleeping compartment to find you a blanket. He put his tiny green fingers on one and pulled, crying out when he realized he wasn't strong enough.

Din laid you down on the floor of the Crest, looking over to see the frog lady helping your son with the blanket. Turning his attention back to you, he ripped his gloves off his hands and brushed the remaining snowflakes from your face. "Riduur, wake up."

Your skin was as cold and pale as the frozen wasteland outside of the Razor Crest, but it could've been worse. Luckily, the snow that covered you had actually acted as an insulator, keeping your body heat trapped around you. The warmth of his bare hands massaging your cheeks roused you from your unconsciousness. Your eyes fluttered as you tried to open them, and your blue lips parted to heave in a full breath. "The kid... is he—"

"He's fine. He's—"

Right on cue, your son laid his head on your chest, cooing in worry. "He's right here." The frog lady passed Din the blanket, which he laid over you and the kid.

Your eyes opened in the kid's direction, taking note of his presence, then closed again. "Din... cold... I'm cold." Consciously or unconsciously, you nuzzled your cheek into his palm.

"I know, riduur. I'm going to take care of you, okay?"

Your lack of response told him your body was again dragging you into sleep. He needed to keep you awake not only because you were hypothermic but as a precaution in case you incurred any head injuries.

"No, no. You can't go back to sleep. I know you're tired and cold," he said gently as he nudged you into a seating position. "But you have to look at me. Open your eyes."

For the first time since he found you in the snow, you looked directly at him, staring into his visor right where you knew his eyes would be. "Hi," you breathed out.

"Hi," he chuckled, brushing a piece of wet hair out of your eyes. He pressed his fingers to your neck to check your pulse. It was slower than he would've liked, but not yet too slow. "I need you to stay awake, mesh'la."

You smiled faintly and put your arms around his neck, pulling yourself up to nuzzle your face in his neck. "Can we go to bed?"

Amnesia and confusion— common side effects of hypothermia.

Din wanted to cry, wanted to take off his helmet and cry so you could wipe away his tears and tell him it was okay. You were so cold and confused and cloudy-eyed, and it physically hurt him inside. "No, we can't go to bed."

"Why not? What's... what's wrong?" You pulled away, eyebrows scrunched and a frown where your beautiful smile was but a moment ago.

"We crashed on an ice planet escaping the New Republic soldiers. You..." Din swallowed, trying to hold back his tears. "I found you in the snow. You're hypothermic, so I need you to stay awake. Can you do that for me?"

Under his helmet, a few tears streaked down Din's face as he watched the realization set in on your face. Unable to watch any longer, he turned his gaze to the kid who was still cuddling his mom with droopy ears. "You can help your buir stay awake, right ad'ika?"

Your little green bean gurgled, an unhappy but confident sound, and climbed onto your lap.

"I'll be back in a few minutes, okay? I'm going check out the Crest and patch up that hole to keep the snow out. Stay awake, mesh'la." Din tilted your chin up with his hand, tapping his thumb twice on your lips— his way of telling you he wanted to kiss you when he couldn't remove his helmet.

"Love you," you told him.

"Love you." He repeated his tap once more.

—

You offered the kid a piece of the dinner Din was forcing you to eat even though you weren't hungry. He said it was to keep your metabolism burning calories which in turn would keep your core temperature higher, so you had agreed to try and eat even if every part of your body felt frozen.

The kid took it graciously, popping it into his mouth before reaching onto the plate and shoving a piece toward your mouth instead. You chuckled and opened your mouth to let him push it in. "Did your buir put you up to this?" you said as you chewed, earning a giggle from him.

That warmed you up a bit, and you could only continue to let him hand feed you with how happy he was to help.

The blanket covering the hole in the Crest rustled. Din entered, and his first glance was to you. "How much has she eaten?"

"I'm right here," you scoffed, feigning offense.

The kid ignored you and chirped some nonsense, but after shoving one more piece of food into your mouth, picked up the plate to show Din that it was empty.

"Good job, ad'ika," Din praised, patting his son on the head. "If you hadn't guessed, we're in a tight spot. The main power drive is not responding and the hull has lost its integrity. I suspect the temperature will drop significantly when night falls. I'll have a better idea of our prospects at that time."

He began to remove his armor, piece by piece, setting it in a near pile near one of the portable heaters. You scooted forward to help remove his leg armor, starting with his shinguards and working up to his cuisses.

"Are you that excited to get me naked, mesh'la?" Din said lowly.

Your face felt hot as you slapped him on the thigh and widened your eyes at him, even if you couldn't stop the smile on your face. "Riduur!" you scolded, jerking your chin to the frog mom and the kid. "You better keep those thoughts to yourself or you can sleep at the other end of the ship."

"Won't be a problem, mesh'la. I had plenty of

practice before we married."

Your eyes narrowed as you internally wondered just how long he'd been keeping those thoughts to himself.

Din left only his helmet on and seated himself beside you. He then patted his thigh, silently letting you know that there was an opening available.

Not only were you hypothermic and in need of more warmth, but you were never one to pass up an opportunity to cuddle with your husband, so you were quick to settle yourself in his lap facing him, one leg on either side of his hips.

You had just laid your head on his chest when the frog mom started to croak urgently.

"I'm sorry lady, I don't understand Frog," Din responded as he covered the pair of you in a blanket. "Whatever it is, it can wait until morning. I recommend you get some sleep."

You watched the stranded mother place her own blanket over her eggs. If you were gonna have to stay awake all night like Din told you—

"You can sleep now," he murmured as if he could sense your thoughts. "I'll have to wake you up if the heaters turn off, but you should get some rest while you can."

"Only if you promise to sleep, too." When he doesn't immediately respond, you lift your head off his chest and stare right into his helmet. "Din, you need to sleep, too."

"I'm not tired—" he started to protest, but you knew better. You'd been taking care of him for over a year now. Just because you were hypothermic doesn't mean you forgot Din neglected both meals and sleep before you came along.

"Do not start with me, riduur," you scolded, glaring up at him through your lashes. The look was a warning, and it was clear that Din understood by the way his helmet fell back against the wall. "The last time you rested for more than five minutes was before we arrived on Tatooine. You cannot take care of everyone else if you don't take care of yourself."

"Okay, okay." He nudged your head back to his chest, brushing his fingers through your hair once, then again. "I'll sleep."

"Thank you," you murmured.

His gloved fingers trailed to your neck this time, where he tapped his thumb twice and then made small strokes back and forth. Din whispered, "Thank you, mesh'la," placing such sweet emphasis on 'you' that your heart ached for him. He had said it like... like he didn't deserve it. "I... didn't realize you paid such close attention."

"Of course I do," you said. "You do such a great job of taking care of me and the kid, so it's my job to make sure you're needs are met, too. You're my riduur. I swore a vow to you." You tightened your arms around him. "And I plan on keeping it."

He squeezed you back. "Speaking of needs—"

You pinched his arm, causing him to flinch. "What did I say about keeping your thoughts to yourself?"

"I was only going to say to let me know if you needed another blanket," he groaned.

"I'll believe that when banthas fly."

—

"Wake up, Mandalorian."

Din pulled his gun out of his holster and rolled you underneath him before he was even consciously aware of what was going on. You clutched tightly to Din's arm as you woke, eyes wide.

"This cannot wait until morning."

You blinked away the sleep fog. The robotic voice was coming from Zero, the droid who had assisted in the attempt of Din's capture on the New Republic prison ship— and almost killed the kid.

"Din—"

"Do not be alarmed," the droid said. "I bypassed the droid's security protocols and accessed its vocabulator."

You sat up to peek around Din's shoulder, and you realized it was the frog lady speaking. She held a microphone wired to the droid.

"What the hell are you doing?" Din holstered his blaster, but he kept his arm firmly placed over your torso. "That droid is a killer."

"These eggs are the last brood of my life cycle," the droid translated. "My husband has risked his life to carve out an existence for us on the only planet that is hospitable to our species. We fought too hard and suffered too much to resign ourselves to the extinction of our family tree. I must demand that you hold true to the deal that you agreed to."

"Look, lady. The deal is off," Din said. "We're lucky if we get off this frozen tomb with our lives."

The Frog Lady croaked into the microphone again. "I thought honoring one's word was a part of the Mandalorian code. I guess those are just stories for children."

Din bolted to his feet, so rigid that his shoulders didn't even move with the labored breaths coming through the modulator. You could only guess how frustrated he was feeling right now— the past week had worn him down to exhaustion. First, it was the business with the beskar hunters, then the krayt dragon, and now this.

You slipped your fingers into Din's clenched fist, giving a soft squeeze.

"This was not part of the deal," he said.

You tugged gently on his hand and stood up. "C'mere."

Din followed you across the hull, his movements softer and less rigid the moment you were in his sight. "Riduur..."

You hushed him. "Just breathe with me."

After taking one deep breath in, you were surprised when Din curled one arm around your shoulders and cradled your head with the other. His grip tightened like you were the only thing keeping his feet on the ground, as if without you, he might drift up into space. He took the next breath with you and then a few more after that.

"Riduur," you murmured, keeping your voice low and soothing. "You're right. None of this was part of the deal, so you don't owe her anything by creed or by code. And I hate to ask you to do more for us than you already have, but what if it was our kid?"

Din cupped your cheek, lifting your chin up to look into his visor.

"What would you do if it was his life on the line?" you said quieter, glancing over his shoulder at your precious green bean. "She's just a parent, riduur. Like we both are. Don't we owe it to her to try and save her eggs?"

Din rested his helmet against your forehead. "You're right, mesh'la," he said. "I love and hate that you're always right."

"Yeah, well," you giggled. "One of us has to be the brains, right?"

Translations (Mando'a - English)

ni ceta - I'm sorry

riduur - spouse

aliit - family

cyar'ika - darling

mesh'la - beautiful

masterlist

[bruhstories]

Choke Me

Summary: Reiner can’t comprehend why you won’t have sex with him. You help him understand Pairing: Reiner Braun x Fem!Reader Warnings & Content: language, dom!Reader, sub!Reiner, oral sex (female receiving), whipping, unprotected sex, tied up Reiner Word Count: 1.7 k

A/N: You know what, I'm thriving off of sub!Reiner.

It absolutely baffled Reiner how someone like Annie was such good friends with someone like... you. He didn't mean it in a bad way, it was just too strange that the two of you were so close, yet complete opposites of each other. Annie was a tomboy, silent and calculating, you were dressed in pink from head to toe, loud and outgoing and just so adorable. And you completely ransacked his heart. Reiner was utterly in love with you, and you knew it. So, when he mustered up the courage to ask you out, it did not come as a surprise. In fact, you too crushed on him, and every time you were at their place, your eyes drifted to him, always, all the time. The two of you clicked instantly as a couple, and Reiner could only wonder how on Earth were you single until him, going so far as to asking Annie about your love life and with widened eyes, she hastily dismissed him. See, the thing was that you, despite your bubbly and juvenile personality, were a sick, sadistic dominatrix, and boys were terrified of that. While you usually donned clothing in pastels, flowy dresses and chiffon blouses, half of your closet was filled with garters, suspender belts, corsets, some in the deepest shades of red, others black, materials varying from lace to latex. Whenever you had a guy over and pulled out whips, riding crops or ball gags, they would disappear from the face of the Earth, never evercalling you back. Annie knew this about you but never judged. To each their own, she would say, not exactly caring about your kinks. But she wouldn't know how Reiner would react to that, and while intrigued to find out, she didn't want you two to break up either. Deep down she cared about all of her friends, despite the aloof attitude.

Three months into your relationship, you still politely declined Reiner's offers to have sex. He was incredibly sweet, treating you like a princess, and in return you were supportive and caring, but fearing that he, too, might run away after learning about your kinks, you kept finding excuses to deny him. At one point he even asked you if you have some sort of STD, genuinely concerned but promising to still be with you no matter what. You promised you were clean, but that only made him more curious as to why you wouldn't have him. 'You're not attracted to me?' or 'Am I doing something wrong?' were his usual questions and your heart broke in thousands of pieces each time you refused him. He seemed like the kind of man who dominated in bed, and while you were inclined to switch it out sometimes, you always, always had to have it your way the first time you fucked a guy.

Eventually Reiner couldn't take it anymore. He called you, begged you to explain yourself to him and you ceased to try and keep him away from the carnal pleasure you both desired. You invited him over, offering to cook dinner and disclose what you had managed to hide for so long. He popped at your door with a bouquet of daffodils, matching the honey-yellow apron tied around your waist, his eyes were needy and woeful, still believing it's his fault that you two haven't had sex yet. He kissed you on the lips, starving for more, but you pulled back, opting to discuss things first.

"So," you began, legs crossed under the table and anxiously swirling spaghetti with your fork, "I... shit, I don't even know how to say it."

"Y/N, whatever it is, I promise it won't change what I feel for you." Reiner caressed your cheek so gently that you felt sorry for dragging him into this.

"I think it's best if I show you." You got up, took hold of his hand and guided him into your bedroom. The chamber perfectly reflected your personality, with garlands and fairy lights hanging from the ceiling, doodles and drawings taped to the walls and stuffed toys bundled up on your baby blue bedsheets. "You better sit down for this, babe."

"Jesus, how bad can it be?"

With a sigh, you swung open the closet door, revealing the strangest of sex toys, erotic lingerie and high heeled footwear. Reiner erupted into laughter, throwing himself on your bed and holding his abdomen.

"Why exactly are you laughing?" Your voice was serious, dangerous almost, your body lacking a reaction.

"You're telling me you didn't wanna have sex because, what? You're into BDSM?"

"I don't think you get it, Reiner. I'm not just into it, I like dominating men." You frowned, taken aback by his attitude. He perked his ears up and sat up, suddenly attentive, his gaze locking with yours.

"Do you want to dominate me?" The blond asked, unsure of what it would feel like, but inquisitive to try.

"If you'll let me, yes." You bit your lip, fingers smoothing the apron.

"Fuck it, if it makes you happy, I'll let you do whatever you want to me." Reiner declared, palms on his knees. "Do I need a safe word?"

"Not tonight, I'll go easy on you." You beamed, eyes glistening with so much joy and he almost regretted his decision.

Almost.

Tied up, naked and helpless, Reiner could only watch how you strutted into the bedroom, latex corset around your waist, tits out, riding crop in hand.

"Shit, you look so-" crack.

The thin object met with his cheek and he groaned in pain, confusion written all over his face.

"You speak when I allow it, understood?" And he nodded desperately. "Good boy. Maybe if you behave, I'll reward you."

It was then when Reiner realised how easily his dick hardened when he submitted. It was then when he realised how much he loved you.

You dragged the crop across his body, goosebumps all over his skin, before you propped one foot on the bed, spreading your legs and exposing your wet cunt to him. You could've sworn you saw his pupils dilating when your fingers barely touched the slick slit.

"You want this, Reiner?"

"Yes!" The man almost cried out, licking his lips. Crack. Another hit, this time over his thigh and he whimpered — the sound was music to your ears.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, please!"

"That's better." You hummed, slightly spreading your folds, foot still on the bed. Your middle finger rubbed around your clit, a quiet moan escaping your lips. "Tell me how much you want it!"

Pulling at his restraints, Reiner sighed. Never has he felt so overpowered, but the pleasure he took from it was slowly seeping in his brain, clouding his judgment.

"I need you, Y/N. I need to feel you so bad, please!"

"You gotta earn it first." Voice aggressive yet seductive, you climbed on top of him, feet at the sides of his head. "Lick it good and I'll reward you. Do a bad job and I'll punish you." And before he could utter a word you were straddling his face. His tongue sloppily licked everything it could, in or around your cunt, and you forcefully grabbed the metallic bedframe with one hand, your other one fondling your soft tits. Your moans echoed in the room as you moved your hips for more friction, your breath hitching, his cock twitching. "Atta boy!" You groaned and slid off of him.

"Did I do well?" Reiner asked, hope glistening in his eyes.

"Very well." You snickered and pressed your lips onto his to taste yourself in a sinful kiss.

"Can I get my reward?" The man asked after you pulled away, a mixture of saliva and slickness at the corners of your mouth.

"Oh, I don't know..." You scrunched your nose.

"Please, Y/N! I've been good, I- I need you around my dick, please!" He begged, not even caring how desperate he sounded and that only made you feel like a goddess. You picked up the riding crop and dragged it up and down his shaft, terror in his eyes.

"I wonder how much it would hurt." You mused, head tilted and mischief in your voice.

"No, no, you said it was good! Please don't punish me-"

"Oh, don't be stupid." You rolled your eyes, climbing back on top of him. "I need that dick as much as you do." And with that, your hand helped push his cock in between your folds, painstakingly slowly taking it all in. "Fuck, you're big."

The sound of skin against skin tickled your brain, your hips moving up and down, your cunt clenching around his throbbing member.

"Please..." Reiner groaned.

"Please what?" You threw your head back, the pressure forming in your core making you moan louder.

"Please choke me!" He asked and you almost stopped moving, taken aback by his request.

"I'm beginning to think you like being dominated, love." You grinned, your fingers lightly squeezing his neck.

"God, you're so tight!" The man bucked his hips, the unexpected thrust earning a whimper out of you. "Harder, choke me harder!"

"Fuck, Reiner!" The grip around his neck tightened and your moves became frantic, animalistic. "You like that? You like the way I fuck you?"

"Mhm!" He eagerly nodded, unable to speak.

"Look at you, so small and pathetic." You panted, feeling your climax close and his cock pulsating. "Oh, are you gonna come? Go on, do it, come for me!" You cried out, legs violently quaking as the sticky hot liquid dripped out of your folds, down his shaft. For a moment neither of you moved. You looked at Reiner through strands of Y/H/C that draped over your face, beads of sweat glistening on your forehead. Your hands extended and you untied the ropes around his wrists, falling next to your boyfriend on the mattress, cum leaking out of your cunt.

"Do you still... love me?" You whispered, your voice shy, completely different to the woman you were five seconds ago.

"Babe, of course! And to be fair, it was so hot submitting to you." Reiner pulled you to his chest, fingers brushing your cheek. "Say, think we can switch it up next time?"

"Nope!" You smiled and rested your forehead on his shoulder.

"Eh, at least I tried." The man shrugged. "In all seriousness, though, don't hide things like these from me. If this is what you like then I respect that, Y/N."

Your heart fluttered in your chest. Most boys ran, but Reiner was a man, and he was clearly going to stay.

"Maaaaybe we can switch next time. But only if you behave!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

[johnsamericano]

“ƁҽɑմեíƒմƖ Տեɾɑղցҽɾs.” ղ.ყ.ե.

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warnings: sex, drinking, cursing.

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“You played so well tonight!” A horde of people, not older than 30, approached Yuta as soon as he jumped off the stage, red guitar still hanging from his shoulders. “Can I get an autograph?”

“You played so well tonight!” A horde of people, not older than 30, approached Yuta as soon as he jumped off the stage, red guitar still hanging from his shoulders. “Can I get an autograph?”

Getting asked for things like that was a sign that they were getting bigger, nonetheless, he wasn't a big fan of signing boobs or asses.

It's all for the greater good, Jaehyun would always say.

“Alright, guys. That's enough for the night.” He left behind a round of sighs as he approached the bar, asking the woman serving the drinks for a whiskey, straight.

“Right away, boss.” They already knew each other from previous gigs, even had shared some drinks outside of the stinky bar. He would've made a move on her if she hadn’t clarified she wasn't interested in him, or in any men for that matter.

His hand straightened the short hairs of the shaved side of his head. It was a new style the hairdresser suggested, and the audience seemed to like it almost as much as him.

“Can I have another beer, please?” The person sitting beside him asked in a funny accent that had his head turning to the side before he even realized.

“You’re not from around here, are you?”

“What gave me away?” Your tone had a certain humor to it that your face couldn't quite match. Your lips were as straight as a ruler, as if they'd never curved into a smile. “Are you going to keep staring?”

“Sorry.” He smiled with his mouth wide open, revealing all of his pearly, straight teeth. “I’m a foreigner as well.”

“Well, a toast to the foreigners.” You raised the bottle of beer, proceeding to chug down the remaining of the amber-colored liquid.

Both of your drinks arrived, the barwoman sliding them your way and spilling some of it while doing so.

“Did you like the show?”

“I don't know, I wasn't really paying attention.”

“Ouch.” His face was plastered on posters all over the place, so naturally, you were aware he was part of the band that was playing only a few minutes before your encounter.

“Is that guitar part of the whole rocker fit?”

“Is that attitude part of the whole beautiful stranger concept?”

“Touché.” You dragged the bottle over your lips, letting the glass caress the delicate skin. “So you think I'm beautiful?”

“If I said yes, would that give me points?” His elbow was supported uncomfortably on the counter, showing off the muscle of his naked bicep.

“Perhaps.”

Interrupting at the worst timing, his band members walked up to ask him if he needed a ride home. Your flirty eyes almost looked as if they were challenging him to leave.

“I think I'll stay for a while longer.”

“Oh, will you, now?”

“Guess we’ll see you tomorrow...” They shrugged before leaving with their belongings in hands.

People started leaving quickly after that, the mood now dead with the absence of live music. But Yuta was far from wanting to leave, mesmerized with the aura that surrounded the stranger beneath him.

“What’s your name?”

“Let’s not do that.” Your bottle of beer was once again empty. “It’d ruin the vibe.”

“And what exactly is the vibe?” He asked, amused by your bizarre antics.

“Two strangers that pretend to be interested in each other so that they can have a good fuck.” Your sincerity took him aback, yet, he couldn't deny that the idea had crossed his mind once or twice.

“What makes you think I'm pretending?” Your face inched closer to his, lips ready to crash at his signal.

“Cause that's what they all do.” You whispered, the light breeze coming from your mouth crashing with his soft pillows.

“Let me prove you wrong.” He replied in the same tone. Your hands grabbed the nape of his neck, closing the distance between your lips.

“Go ahead. My hotel room is just across the street.”

“Lead the way.”

The bartender had insisted your drinks were on the house, allowing you to reach your hotel room faster. Even while the elevator ascended, he couldn't take his hands off you, admiring your body from behind through the mirror.

“Needy, much.” You snickered, hiding your face in his neck to pepper kisses all over the silky skin.

The elevator doors to your floor opened, forcing you to let go of each other while you walked to your room. You hurried to take out the card from your purse, quickly sliding it over the sensor to open the wooden door.

It was a small room, which is why it didn't take you long to find the soft comforter of your bed. Yuta was under you, your legs straddling his torso as you took off his sleeveless, denim jacket. There was a strange tattoo on his forearm, a detail you hadn't noticed before.

“Still not gonna tell me your name?” You smiled for the first time in the night, and Yuta could've sworn the room seemed more illuminated.

“We gotta keep the whole mysterious stranger concept, remember?” His hands rested just above the curve of your ass, too shy to move them any lower.

“You’re so annoying.” His lips curved into a smile, mimicking your own.

Your hands had already busied themselves lifting his shirt above his arms, his naked chest, now in display, lit by the dim moonlight coming in from your window.

“You seem to be the only one having fun here.” With a swift movement of his hips, the positions had changed. The new angle allowed him to see your face better, every single twitch of your eyebrows, he noticed. “What a beautiful stranger you are.”

As much as you wanted to deny it, a pleasant, warm feeling started bubbling up at the pit of your stomach. Without wasting another second, you threw your shirt somewhere in the bedroom. Your breasts were naked. How come he hadn't noticed you weren't wearing a bra?

“Don’t tell me you're having second thoughts.” He snapped out of it, hands quickly sliding up your torso, all the way to the small mountains that rose in your chest.

“No, just admiring the view.”

It was curious how comfortable you were around each other, almost as if you hadn't met only a couple of hours ago. The way his hands worked tortuously slow through your clothes had you squirming in desperation more than once.

“Don’t rush me.” He kept saying throughout the night, working his magic to find every sensitive spot in your body.

By the time you were both done, your bodies were hugging tightly to each other, fluids combining as your breaths slowly calmed down. He was the first to speak.

“I should be the one to leave tomorrow morning, right?” You hummed, not a single hint of sadness in your tone. “What if I don't want to?”

“Then I'll have to leave, though it would be weird since it's my room.”

“Then I'll have to hug you tightly so you can't escape.” You slapped his arm softly, hiding your face between his chiseled pecs.

“You’re ruining the concept.”

Sleepiness was washing over both of you, and before you knew it, you were into a deep slumber. Yuta kept his promise, holding you tightly from dusk till dawn. But not tightly enough, since you were gone once he opened his eyes.

With a bruised heart, he stood up from the bed, not bothering to cover his noble parts since there was no one to look. His mind ran through the possibility of waiting for you to come back, but the note left on the small nightstand made it clear you didn't want that.

-See you next time, Yuta.

There was something odd about the note, but he couldn't quite figure it out. It wasn't until he was walking back home, his hands tucked inside the front pockets of his jeans, he realized something. He pulled out the note, examining it to confirm his suspicions. You knew his name.

“Fuck you.” He muttered, grinning at your cleverness. Of course, you knew his name. Everyone at the club did. But you were careful enough not to show it, for it would mean you'd have to tell him your own.

He folded the note carefully and saved it back in his pocket. It was the only proof none of it was a product of his imagination, a mere dream caused by the drinks he'd had.

But he could do nothing about it, only wait until you decided to find him again.

“Until the next time, stranger.”

[dreamiesdotcom]

fireworks | l.jn

Summary:  New Years are chances for drastic changes, so every year you make Jeno promise to never forget several things before the clock strikes 12. Now and then he makes a note to recall all the things he's sworn on, except one: that one time that never really left his mind at all.

Word Count: 2.3k

Life was a little complicated back then, if a little harsh. He was just getting used to having his brother — stepbrother, really — and the only person he knew was Na Jaemin, whose only friend was Lee Donghyuck. That's three new people he's met in four days, and he was so overwhelmed he hid in his bedroom for a day straight.

You come in a little later, and even then he knew you were a force to be reckoned with. The stubborn Lee Donghyuck was in some way caught in your strings, and Renjun (who he's very intimidated by) allows you to pinch his cheeks — what kind of power, right?

It all starts from when he was 12 years old, newly moved to the Neighborhood, on the 23rd of December.

The first shift was when the year ended and another began, welcomed by the brightest set of fireworks Jeno's ever watched. Amidst it all, Jaemin invites all of you to go and hang-out, having already asked your parents way before he asked you all. You had pointed at him then.

"Don't forget to come, okay, Jeno?" you tell him, head slightly tilted. "We're friends now. I would seriously be upset if you don't show up!"

"Sure but uh, my parents— what's that?"

"Nana's got it under control, and well, pinky swear!" you link your pinkies together, and you offer him a sweet smile. "You break the promise and expect me to cut your fingers off."

Donghyuck's friends... are quite scary, per se, but he made a promise that night. His heart raced quickly at that thought, and he shakes slightly, but another round of fireworks burst up the sky, and this time it's much more brilliant, even more radiant, and as all of you exchange smiles, he knows that he's made friends as well.

###

Something about Jeno is astral, you concluded. He just doesn't believe it.

"You see that Jen?" you asked him one of the many times you've asked him to stay up with you. He remembers the honeyed-laughter you let out then, "That's the brightest star in the sky as seen from Earth, and it's called Sirius."

He couldn't form words then. He didn't know what it was that got him so stunned, but he knew that it was something beautiful; whether it's the stars or you.

He remembers what makes his heart go wild: "And to me, if I was the Earth, that'll be you. You're my Sirius."

Jeno hoped it meant something. He wished that it meant as much to you as it did to him because he keeps on losing sleep dreaming of how hypnotic you look, mind void of anything else aside from redamancy. He hopes it means something even after he realizes that it's just like you to associate people with celestial bodies.

"Renjun's like the moon..." you sighed wistfully, chin resting on your palms. "He seems so far away, distant and mysterious. He's the type of person you never truly know... but sometimes, a person always makes effort to glance at it more often than the others. That person knows less of his mystery and more of his misery, at that point."

"And that person, I suppose, is you? You know him the most."

"And I... the things you're implying!" you groaned. "Stop fooling around, Hyuck."

The clock moves closer to 12, and Jeno decides that it's now or never — he asks a question: "If at one point, you have to choose; would you rather have the moon or the stars?"

"I would rather have them together," comes rather too quickly, way too mindlessly. "The stars would be lonely without the moon, and it goes both ways."

"But—"

"No one's more than the other," you shrug, turning to face him. "You overheard it, didn't you? Well, don't worry about it."

Guilt washes over his face, and you shake your head slightly as you raise both your hands to cup his cheeks. It's quiet for a moment just like the way it's always been when the world holds their breaths, counting down and anticipating the last number. That space has somewhat always been empty, the one that makes him think — this silence is the type that echoes, the type that feels cold. It emphasizes all his feelings.

"You're still my Sirius, Jen," you whisper, and if you weren't so close, the fireworks would've drowned your confession. His eyes flutter at the warm feeling your words give him. "You'll always be my favorite. Now, promise me that you won't ever question that."

He nods and makes his promise, but it doesn't mean he stops being anxious. What if one day, you look up at the night sky and realize that you preferred the moon over Sirius, after all?

"I can see the hesitance in your eyes," you say even softer this time. The fireworks subside, just like the loudness of his heart, but then as if in sync they start up again — the fireworks and his heartbeat. You smiled, and both of them returned much stronger than the last. "Please don't doubt me."

It's alright, he concludes. He realizes that he doesn't need to be your favorite. Just as long as he has you — because that's what he wants the most at the moment. He wants you all to himself for as long as he can have you, and you looked so lovely that he almost tells you that and the galaxies of words occupying his mind since summer two years ago — he wants to say them slowly so you won't forget, so that he closes the tiniest distance separating the both of you that feels so big despite being unnamed, a haunting chasm that spreads further every shuddering breath —

But he doesn't.

###

It certainly is illegal.

How it happened is a little bit crazy — well, not really, but just like most of Jeno's irrational decisions, it starts from Donghyuck's stories and then boils down to his curiosity. Flash forward to right now, an unexpected but welcomed masterpiece in front of you, Jeno admiring the painted wall with delight and proudness ebbing through his veins. Around him, spray paint cans lie empty, some half-full.

'Hyuck and Renjun does it all the time, and they've never been in trouble,' Jeno said.

'You're dumb and I can't believe I'm letting you do this,' you replied.

But why should you stop?

Jeno looks regal when he's breathless like this, adrenaline sparkling in his eyes like the golden glitter staining his eyelids. This side of him is nowhere soft — it's too passionate, too unknown, too beautiful to not be overwhelming. You manage a muffled call of his name.

An instant before 23:59 turns to zero, the year beginning again. You spend half of that minute staring at each other, somewhere along the way a force pulling you so close to him.

"I need you to swear on it." you manage to say between the blurs. "Promise me we'll always stay like this."

Ten, nine, eight

"Promise." He says, raspy, pinky finger entwined with yours. He cups your cheeks, gentle, just carefully watching. He smiles. "You and me, like this, forever."

Seven, six, five

His stare is firm, but at the same time, it's so gentle. It's as if he's seeing you in a new light and he wants to miss none of it, not even a split-second. Your eyes flutter shut.

"Can I kiss you?"

Four, three, two

Your heart beats aggressively against your chest, your toes curling in your shoes out of nervousness. Despite that, you nod your head enthusiastically, something he always found so endearing.

"Of course, yes, please."

One

Fireworks burst into sparkling reds and golden yellows, both in the night skies and your hearts. Your lips each a lustrous star, crashing together ever so softly, sparkling like luminous spheres about to go supernova — the kiss a cyclopean shift to the Universe's plan.

###

People change all the time. Friends are people. It's only normal to drift apart a little, right?

After all, it doesn't matter if you don't hang out as much as then. It's reasonable, honestly. Donghyuck's been immersed in his music these days, Jaemin spends most of his time hanging around the dance studio and bothering a certain boy named Jisung (bless his heart for not murdering Jaemin yet) while Renjun's busy... doing his thing. Hell knows what he's been up to, but the last time Jeno's seen him, he has an overwhelming amount of books stacked on his table ("It's a queue, Jeno. I'm reading the next one after this once I finish!"), and he just hopes he doesn't take three years before finishing all those up.

"Why is it that it's so hard for them to make time to be normal friends?"

"It's hard for them to make time to be normal people, what do you expect?" you roll your eyes, turning off your phone and then sitting right across from him. "We'll meet next Sunday, anyway. Let's give those people hell from us both!"

From outside, the world celebrates a new incoming year, but for some odd reason, you two stayed inside his room. Light seeps in from his open window, seeping golds and violets and reds, occasional greens, and other colors. All it does is remind him of that kiss. It sends a flush on his cheeks, especially when you leaned to press a kiss on his forehead, ever so careful.

Jeno would like to believe that it was out of random, but he felt like at that moment, you knew something he didn't.

"Promise me something, yeah?" you asked, nervous. "Promise me you'll never forget that I love you."

"I pro—" he says as if a routine, but then he halts. "You what?"

The fireworks stop, and the both of you knew that it only takes a little seconds before they ignite again. You looked up to meet his gaze, mustering up courage, and making your voice silvery and clear.

"I love you," you said, shaking. "So fucking much, Jeno. Now promise me."

He stays in stunned silence for a little, and then he pulls you into a hug so tight neither of you ever wanted to let go. His breathing was shaky and so was yours, a feeling as unstable and as sweet as the kiss you two shared right after he whispered an answer, "I promise."

And that was enough for you to know that he loves you too.

("I feel cheated that you never told me. We could've been doing this for years," he nags later once you're spooning in his bed, his chest pressed against your back. You break into laughter then, still coming down from the high of sparkling lights and pure euphoria.

"We're just in time, love. There's no need to rush when we have an infinity ahead of us.")

###

It's easier to remember moments that passed like headlights on highways at full speed when all is said and done. If that makes sense at all, maybe that could be the reason why he just realized it now that neither of you two got to tell how much you wanted to be so much more than friends who confessed to having feelings for each other. You never clearly talked where you should stand.

If he were to say his truth, he'd say that there was way more than to how you looked against the bright lights exploding and the towns of stars. There's way more to you than the way you made his heart beat, skip, and ache. The truth is, you were heavenly. It made his heart do all the things it could do so he's unable to speak. The truth is, he knew where it was going, and he didn't want to travel that road. The truth is, he's been falling for the longest time, but the truth is not important.

Because not even the truth could have given you the freedom to have a choice, he says in his mind.

"Promise me you won't forget me." You looked so gentle close to him like that, skin reflecting moonlight and flares. "Please, baby. Promise me."

But it's the last thing he ever wanted to do. He doesn't want you to make him swear to never forget you — you have forever waiting ahead, and you're walking down that road hand-in-hand. Why does he need to promise to always remember when there's no reason he'll forget? It's the last thing he needs. He'll have you next to him every day and there would be no hour that expires where he doesn't hold you, no second that passes that he doesn't feel like he loves you.

He didn't want to have to promise that because people only ask to be remembered if they're planning to leave.

Jeno closes his eyes, lowering his head. "Don't do this to me."

Still, after the most painful kiss he ever had, it lingers both like sugar and poison at his lips, your name, and a promise. A promise he never wanted to make.

"We'll see each other again..." he whispers, painfully fond. "For now... for now, we'll take some time and wish that the Universe brings us back together...If the Universe doesn't do it for us, then I will. I promise."

He recalls the night before, then all the previous others that stands out with vibrant colors and the love of his life. He crosses his fingers and wishes that sometime somewhere, you look up to watch fireworks but see Sirius instead — and it reminds you to come home.

[reignstormz]

✓WORK IT OUT✓

|IMAGINE; PART TWO|

INTRO; Continuation from Part One, I couldn't type the entire imagine on just one smh. Still hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS; Sexual content ahead, still. Read at your own risk.

CAST; Same as the first chapter

MINI PLAYLIST; Beg For It - Chris Brown / Someday Is Tonight - Janet Jackson / Hold On - The Internet / Rather Be - H.E.R. / Finesse - Bryson Tiller.

🦋Tampa, Florida

🦋July 25th, 2021

Ever since then, you and Roman stayed in touch. You got to know each other very well over the past couple of months, and became good friends, close friends to be exact. Roman was like the other half to you that you never thought you needed; You both had a lot in common as well as differences which complimented each other, everytime you were together there was never a dull moment, you could talk for hours to this man about anything and laugh about pure nonsense that only you two could understand. He always gave the best advice whenever you were down, and did whatever he could to make you smile. Roman wasn't just the fine ass guy from the gym that you fawned over back then, he was your best friend, which made it harder to contain your feelings believe it or not.

You loved him, but it wasn't just a friendly love, you were in love. Overtime, you started to realize that he was truly your soul mate all this time. You had an idea of that beforehand, but you always denied it, mainly because you didn't want to rush into things, or get hurt again. As you guys got further into your friendship, you had revealed to him about what you went through, and how crushed you were. There wasn't a day afterwards that Roman wouldn't tell you that you deserved better, someone that would treat you like the queen that you were.

He'd always tell you that you were special, beautiful, and sometimes even got a little touchy with you. There was always a flirtatious vibe that he would give off, and you of course didn't mind. You had a strong feeling that he felt the same way, you knew he did, but you didn't want to say anything. You wanted him to make the first move. However, you were making moves of your own as well.

After your ex finally moved out of your apartment, you wanted to completely turn your life around. You wanted to boss up, and bring out your alter ego for a change. It was time to reach for the lifestyle that you always wanted, and sitting around feeling sorry for yourself wasn't going to do anything. So, you went out and did just that. First, you searched a new job. Even though you loved your current one, you strived for something bigger, and a better salary. You searched, and searched, you honestly thought that there was going to be no luck until you came across something that captured your interest.

It was an assistant job at a business company named 'Roman Empire Enterprises' and though it had a nice ring to it, it also reminded you of Roman. Anything reminded you of him, due to how head over heels you were. So, you decided to take a leap of faith and apply. You were interviewed by an older, white man named Paul Heyman, and he had informed you about every little detail this business had. He talked about how this was a family ran business, and how he's worked with them for generations. You noticed that, he never really talked about who you were going to be assisting, but addressed the family as the 'Anoa'i Family' which was Roman's last name. You got a little curious, wondering if he had anything to do with this or if he even owned this place. So, you flat out asked if he worked there and Paul didn't hesitate to answer your question. Apparently, Roman was the boss of the entire company and that's what you signed up for, to be his assistant.

You were extremely confused as to how you didn't have this information before you applied for the job, but you were even more confused at the fact that Roman never told you about his occupation this entire time you've been friends. You'd ask about it sometimes, but he would always brush it off. When you got a moment alone, you told him everything about what you found out, and he revealed something to you as well. He admitted to owning the company and being the boss, but he never told you about it because it was more than that, and he didn't want to scare you off. Roman wasn't just a regular boss, he was a Mafia boss and this position had been handed to him after his father stepped down. His family has been doing this for years, and he's dealt with some pretty dangerous, horrific things being in control, but he loved it at the same time. Roman's cousin Jey was apart of it, so was his brother Jimmy that you ended up meeting was too, including Paul, who was his special counsel.

You didn't know what to think if it, and it took you awhile to process all of it. You honestly thought about turning down the job, and maybe even keeping your distance from him, but you couldn't, you loved him too much. After all, you trusted Roman, you knew he wouldn't let anything happen to you. When he found out you were the one that applied for the job, he was happy and begged for you to take it. You gave it some thought, knowing this was something way different than you have ever done before and it wasn't like any regular job, but it didn't take you too long before you accepted his offer.

It was the best decision you ever made, you loved working by his side. It did take a little bit of time for you to get the hang of things, but he taught you everything he knew about the Mafia game, his family, the business, and how important it was to keep your friends close and your enemies closer. You worked really hard, and he spoiled you with just about everything. Jewelry, your dream car, and your salary was big enough so you could get a new, spacious penthouse. Your life really turned around and you were proud of yourself for moving forward.

Currently, you were with Roman at the moment in his gym at his new house he moved into about two months ago. It was large, very grand, typically Roman's style. Another thing that you loved doing together other than going to the movies, and even going to dozens of restaurants was working out together. This time, you didn't have any accidents thankfully but you two still goofed around at times, like now.

You were on the ground, in a deep lunge, stretching after an intense workout. You thought Roman had left the room for a little bit to take care of some business calls, but he creeped up behind you and smacked your ass harshly. You winced, and then sighed, turning your head around to glare at him, "Can you stop doing that?"

"Doing what?" He shrugged, with a playful smirk on his face as he sat down on the edge of the bench press. You rolled your eyes, getting up from your lunge and stood in front of him in a challenging stance, "Don't get smart, you punk." Then you hit his arm and a grin grew on your face by his reaction.

He rubbed his arm in pain and laughed out loud, and he quickly grabbed the both of your hands as tried your best to get out of his grasp, "What did I say about you hitting me, babygirl?"

You bit your lip, instantly you got a tingly feeling in your stomach, whenever he called you by your nickname, or one of the many nicknames he gave you.

"Don't bite your lip and get all shy now, come here." Roman licked his lips with a settle, sensual smile on his face. Jesus take the wheel, you thought. Your heart started to beat really fast and you could no longer hold his stare, instead you continued to try to fight him off but it didn't work. He dropped your hands and quickly reached for your stomach to tickle you, making you giggle uncontrollably and fall into his lap. You were trapped in his gentle, yet firm hold as he kissed you repeatedly on the cheek, making you blush and hide your face into his neck.

This wasn't the only time that you guys were intimately close like this, there's been multiple occasions where you got really close, but no moves were made. Times like this made it really hard for you to control yourself or your feelings, you wish you could just say it, but you were scared.

You inhaled his sweet scent and your arms were wrapped his neck. His large arms were wrapped around your waist, embracing you. As you continued to hold each other in silence, the air started to thicken with heat and your body started to have a mind with his own from how turned on you stared to feel. Your body clinged onto his, giving you goosebumps, and you felt a waterfall starting to form between your legs as you sat directly on his area, which you could've sworn you felt a bulge. You then felt his hands briefly wander over your ass once, which you tried your best not to react to and keep quiet, but the second time he lightly squeezed it, causing you to jolt your hips gently against him. Your breath hitched, and you pressed your lips together, holding back a moan.

"Do it again, Mama.." He whispered deeply into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You nervously sighed, knowing that you've gone pretty far and there was no turning back now. If he didn't know before, he definitely knew now. You slowly pulled away from him, stopping your actions and looked down, with his large bulge in your view.

"Roman-" You began to say but he cut you off, hushing you.

"Shh." Roman tilted your neck to the side, leaving trails of kisses down your neck, "Roman what, huh?" He asked seductively. Your eyes slowly fell closed, falling into every kiss and touch he planted on your skin.

"I-" You muttered but he slapped your ass, shutting you up. Roman chuckled, and moved to the other side of your neck.

"Do you think I'm stupid, babygirl?" He trailed kisses up your neck, leaving one last kiss close to your lips before pulling away a little but still close to you. As you avoided eye contact with him, he watched your every move, "Look at me." He demanded carefully.

You hesitantly looked down at him, meeting his gaze before and shook your head shyly, answering his question. He just simply stared at you, as if he was trying to read you while a faint smirk was on his face.

"Then what's with all the games, hm? Why are you playing wit' me?" He questions darkly as his hands roam your body, "You think I don't know how you feel about me?"

You stayed quiet, which was the exact reply he needed to be proved right. You were on the fence, nervously anticipating what he was going to do or say next.

Roman chuckles, and his hands find his way inside your shorts, taking a handful of your ass in his hands making you gasp, and you got even more wet.

"Or were you too scared to tell me?" He said quietly, and was about two inches away from your face. You inhaled slowly, and your eyes fell to his lips.

"I wasn't scared.." You trail off, lying through your teeth. Roman licked his lips, alternating his attention between your eyes and lips.

"If you're not scared," He challenged, bringing you even closer, trapping any space between you both, giving you no choice to give in, "Then show me."

You stared into his lustful eyes for one, lingering second before you smashed your lips into his, resting your hands on his face while he returned the kiss right away, tightening his grip on your ass. Lord knows how long you've wanted to do that, there was a whole bunch of emotions running around in your mind; Relief, Happiness, Lust, but most importantly, Love. You loved Roman more than anything and it was beyond overwhelming that you finally got the chance to show him, through your mind, soul, and body.

As the makeout session got more heated, your bodies reacted with it. Your hips began to move in sync with his, creating a huge amount friction and pleasure. You moaned softly into the kiss, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue inside of your mouth, having a battle with your own. His hands trailed up to your waist, holding them firmly as you moved against him and he broke the kiss, resting his forehead on yours, "I want you to say the words." He says, trying to control his heavy breath.

You both stare intensely into each other's eyes as he moves your hips faster, making you come undone, "Say it. Say it to me."

You nodded quickly, knowing exactly what he meant, wanting nothing more to get to the point, the teasing was driving you crazy, "I want you to fuck me," You say bluntly with a shaky breath. Roman smiled lazily, slowing down your hip movements and pecked your lips, "That's my girl."

He picked you up from the bench with your legs wrapped around his waist, and switched you around so that you were sitting down. Your face was instantly met with his pelvic area, and his member that damn near poked out of his shorts. He looked huge, you gulped, startled from the surprise. Roman tilted your head up gently to look at him, then took your hand and put it on his bulge.

"You see what you do to me?" He asked, licking his lips slowly, and you could even spot how glistened they were. In response, you smirked, tracking your hand up a little to grab the waist band of his shorts but he quickly stopped you.

"Not so fast, baby girl." He warned you, and you frowned a little, wondering why he wouldn't let you continue.

"You come first, always." Roman caressed your cheek and nodded his head toward the bench, motioning for you to lay down, "Lay down for me."

You laid down against the bench, adjusting a little bit to more comfortable and Roman dropped onto his knees his front of you, running his hands over your thighs and briefly on your stomach, taking in your body.

"Look at you.." He trailed off, opening your legs and licked his lips. "Not being able to hold still, why are you shaking, Mama?"

You sighed, looking down at him, meeting his lustful stare. You shook your head, and whispered, "Stop teasing me."

"After all the teasing you've done this entire time?" He questions, slightly looking at you like you were crazy, and gives you his sexy smile along with shaking his head, "Nah, that's not how this works."

His finger trailed down your slit, tracing it through your shorts. Your boy was so hot, wanting even more, you knew that you were drenched down there.

"I don't think you understand who you're dealing with." He says carefully as he continues to trace the outlines of your pussy through your shorts, "When you tease me, your teasing Daddy.."

The way he said Daddy made your breathing pace quicken, and your heart beat faster. You didn't know much you could take.

"And when you tease Daddy, there's consequences." Roman presses harshly on clit, making all of your nerves shoot through your body. You bit your lip, closing your eyes trying not to utter a sound.

"You're going to learn not to mess with me," He kisses the inside of you thigh softly, "And you're going to learn what happens to pretty girls like you who don't wanna' listen." He leaves one last kiss on your other inner thigh before he pulls off your shorts, revealing your blue, soaked panties.

"So here's how it's going to go down, Princess." He rubs your clit gently, teasing you painfully, "I call the shots, and you're gonna' do what I say. You're going to listen to Daddy, and if you disobey me in the slightest, your punishment will get worse. Do you understand?"

You were at loss of words, and didn't know what else to say. You had absolutely no idea what you were in for, but you couldn't wait. He smacked your thigh, not too hard but to get your attention making you jump, "When I ask you something, you answer." He demanded in a raspy voice.

"Y-Yes." You stuttered, letting him take full of control of your body. Roman smirked, watching you unravel under his touch, "Good."

His eyes then trailed down your soaked pussy and his mouth watered, dying to get a peak and a taste. His captivating fingers started to move faster, massaging your clit and you couldn't help but squirm a little, and the minute he felt you move, he put his hand on top of your pelvic bone, holding you down.

"Don't move," Roman warned. You had no where to go, and you tried your best to keep still as he played with your pussy, but it was extremely hard too. You inhaled deeply, and a soft moan followed after not being able to hold in it anymore.

"You like that shit, don't you?" He chuckled darkly, finding your sweet moans very sexy. To drive you more wild, he lifted your panties to the side, revealing your pussy to the bleak air.

"Damn, baby. All this, for me?" He says, talking about your wetness. Your hand traveled over your sports bra, clenching your breast, not knowing what to do with yourself.

"Please.." You beg, Roman presses his thumb onto your clit, rubbing it slowly and his pace gradually gets faster.

"Already not listening to Daddy?" He questions, with an innocent expression however as he stares at you, he places a long, slow lick on your slit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and he stops there, sliding your panties off all the way and stands up.

"Get up," He orders. You follow his demands getting up off of the bench and he grabs a hold of your waist, bringing you close to him and smacks you ass.

"What did I tell you?" He whispers in your ear, with his hands briefly roaming your ass before he smacked it again, making you jump.

Before you could answer, without warning, his hand slips between the both of you, reaching your pussy and his finger slips inside of you. You gasp, tightly holding onto his shoulders and burried your face into his chest.

"Roman.." You moaned into his shirt as his skilled fingers had their way with you. Roman kissed your forehead, and then kissed your ear before he whispered.

"It's okay, baby." He cooed into your ear as his fingers moved fastly between your folds. "You wanna be bad and show out? That's fine. If you wanna' act like a brat, I'll treat you like one.

His fingers slipped out of your wetness and he turned the both of you around, laying on the bench and pulled you on top of him. He scooted upwards the bench as you straddled him and he motioned for you to come forward with his finger, "Sit on my face."

You sort of zoned out, not being able to prepare yourself for what was about to happen. Your pussy clenched just by his words, and your breath became shaky.

"I'm not asking you again." He warned intensely, and you snapped out of it, doing what he said and slowly adjusted yourself over his face. He grabbed your hips firmly, keeping you still as you held the weight bar for support.

Then, as you lowered yourself onto him, his tongue met your wetness and began exploring your folds like no tomorrow. You closed your eyes tightly shut, throwing your head back, not being able to think straight. He moved your hips back and forth, tasting every inch of you as you moaned uncontrollably. His tongue truly had a mind of its own, it moved so fast that you could barely think straight

Sounds of him tasting you echoed across the room, pushing you over the edge as he was lost between your folds. His tongue circled around you clit multiple times before taking it fully into his mouth, sucking the life out of your soul. His eyes trailed up your body and onto your facial expressions, getting even more hard at the love faces you were making. He loved the fact that he was making you feel good, trapped with no where to go. Roman would have fantasies like this all the time, and he's been wanting to do this to you for a long time. His dreams were coming true right before his eyes.

He slowed down his pace, and inserted his tongue inside of you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and he couldn't help but smile partly in response as he tongued your folds. He let go of your hips, and his hands slowly traveled inside of his shorts, pleasing himself as he let you take control.

"Ride my face." He said sexily, winking at you. You held the bar tightly, making your balance steady before you slowly started to bounce up and down his tongue gently.

"Oh my God.." You trailed off, whimpering, feeling yourself come close to the edge. If you kept going, you weren't going to be able to hold it any longer.

"I'm gonna' cum." You say, not being able to catch your breath. Roman groaned lowly against you, loving the way you tasted and from the pleasure he was giving himself. He let go of himself and placed his hands back on your hips, moving you faster.

"Cream all over my face, baby girl." He encouraged you, gripping your hips tightly, not daring to take his eyes off of you. His hand reached up your body, sneaking underneath your sports bra and massaged your breast. You closed you eyes shut, repeating the word yes yes yes over and over again before you finally reached your peak, along with your legs shaking slightly. He slowed down your movements, leaving one last kiss on your slit as you took deep breaths, trying to recover from your orgasm.

You got up slowly, swinging your leg around to get up off of him. Roman propped his elbows, helping himself get back up and he wasted no time in pulling you on top of his lap, kissing your lips passionately, and you giggled in response, which made him smile into the kiss. You took the opportunity to undo his hair from his bun, letting it all fall down to his shoulders as you tasted yourself on hips lips. As you continued to make out with him, he took your sports bra off and you helped him take off his shirt. His arms were wrapped securely around your body, picking you up from the bench and your legs were wrapped around his torso as he backed you up against the wall gently.

He let go of your legs carefully, setting you down on the exercise step-stool. You were now at his level, which was exactly where he wanted you to be.

Roman broke the kiss and grabbed your wrists, placing them above your head against the wall dominantly, he stared into your eyes, then looked you up and down slightly before leaning forward, whispering into your ear once more making your body lose all it's feeling.

"Hear me clearly, and hear me good." He directed you with ease, "You can't fool me, baby. I can tell just by the way you look at me, that I make you nervous. Whenever I have you this close to me, you get shy, and easily embarrassed. You can hardly look me in the eye half of the time because of how you feel towards me. I can read you like no one else can, and you're still doubting yourself. I've told you time, and time again how perfect you are. There's nothing about you I wouldn't change, and I'd give you the whole world if I could, if would you just give me a chance."

"I don't deserve you." You denied, looking away from him, with a hint of sadness in your voice trying to process everything he was saying. He remained holding the both of your wrists, kissing you cheek gently so you would look at him.

"Look at me," He pleaded softly. You eyes watered, and you hesitantly turned your head back at him.

"Stop saying that," Roman rested his forehead against yours. "You complete me, you always have."

You stare at him lovingly, feeling like you could get emotional by his words alone despite how good he made you feel. No one has ever made you feel the way he did, and at times he seemed too good to be true. That's why you often thought that you weren't good enough for him. You weren't shocked by him feeling the same way, because you knew he did, but you were shocked at how after all this time, you were so close to getting what you wanted, which was him.

Roman leaned forward, pecking your lips sweetly, and pulled away a little from you to take off his shorts along with his briefs, showing himself to you. You're eyes slightly widened at the sight, and your breath thickened as you saw him stroke himself slowly, aligning his dick to your entrance.

"Let Daddy please you.." He slapped his dick gently onto your pussy, making you squirm underneath his grasp, biting your lip as you both stared intensely at each other. Roman grabbed your right leg, placing it over his shoulder so he could have more access to you. He loved where he had you, especially loving you flexible you were, "Let me show you how much I love you. I don't care how loud you scream, how much you squirm or how badly you can't take it anymore. I won't stop until I have you cumming over, and over again. You will say my name, and you will acknowledge me. Listen, shut the fuck up, and take this dick."

Without warning, he slams inside you, causing your mouth to fall wide open and your eyes to roll back in pleasure. There was a little bit of pain since you were caught off guard, but not a whole lot. He groans, cursing under his breath and tightens his grip on your wrists, "You're so tight, babygirl. Shit.." He trails off as he slowly thrusts into you.

You bit your lip so hard that you started to feel blood drip from how harsh you attacked it, trying to be quiet like he said. Roman closed his eyes in pure bliss from how good you were making him feel. He loosed his grip on your wrist, letting one of your hands fall down while his other hand interlaced with yours on the wall as he kept stroking you. He leaned his forehead onto yours again, kissing you deeply as he continued to stroke you.

You wanted him to go faster, you were dying for him to go faster. You broke the kiss, throwing your head back, trying your hardest not to moan but there was no way you could hold it in anymore. Roman took the opportunity to leave kisses on your neck, and whisper nasty things to you.

"You feel so fucking good, my sweet girl." He moaned into your ear deeply, breathing heavily. You felt him inch closer and closer to your G-spot and you couldn't help but blurt out a sound of love, and Roman chuckled darkly, licking your earlobe slowly, "Whatchu' gotta say now, huh? You like the way Daddy's deep inside you? Making love to you? You love that shit? Yeah? Talk to me."

"Roman.." You beg, not being able to take it anymore. "Stop teasing me, baby. Please."

"Then say my name." He growled into you ear, with bass in his voice, "You hear me? Say, my name. Beg for it. Beg."

"I want you to go faster, please. I'm begging you." You're eyes started to gloss over from how good you were feeling, "Please, Daddy. Fuck me." You shakily whisper into his ear, and he instantly switches positions. He brings your leg down gently, and picks you up while he's still inside you. You wrap your legs around his waist tightly with your arms around his shoulders, and his hand firmly on your ass, holding you up.

"Hold on tight," Roman warns you briefly before railing up into you roughly, bouncing you up and down his dick. You screamed so loud that the neighbors could've heard you from so far away, but you didn't care, neither of you did. He was making you feel so, extremely good that it nearly made you want to pass out, you never had dick like this before, ever.

You held onto him tightly, running your fingers through his hair as he continued to fuck you. Both of you muttered insanely dirty things to each other back and forth the entire time while heavily breathing, moaning loudly. The pleasure was so overwhelming that tears began to roll down your face.

"Fuck, yes." You sighed heavily, and whimpered in ecstasy, "Don't stop, baby. Please please please." You repeatedly fastly, feeling yourself about to finish.

"Who's pussy is this?" He questions, squeezing your ass harshly, going even faster.

"It's yours, Daddy." You answer helplessly, starting to lose a little energy from how good he was giving it to you.

"And who do you belong to?"

"You, I'm all yours." You promise him. Your eyes slowly started to shut and your climax was building faster and faster, "Shit, I'm gonna cum."

"Cum," He egged you on. "Cum all over this dick."

Once he said the words, you held him even tighter than before and let your climax take over. You shook a little bit, trying to catch your breath. Roman's wickedly fast strokes came to a stop, slowing down, and kissed your cheek before sitting down on the exercise stool with him still inside of you but you were still on top of him.

He put his hands on your hips, trying to guide you but you put your hands on his wrist, wanting him to stop. You didn't think you could take anymore. Roman shook his head with a tired smirk, running his tongue over his bottom lip, "Don't even try running away, you're not done. Keep fucking going, you don't stop until I tell you too."

Since you were a still sensitive from your last orgasm, you goosebumps and shivers jolted across your body as you continued to ride his dick slowly. It was really hard, and you could barely keep a rhythm going, but Roman helped guide to since he knew that. As you threw your head back, he leaned down and took your nipple into his mouth, alternating between the both of them occasionally. His hand trailed down your ass, squeezing it, wanting you to pick up the pace.

"Come on, put in that work. You wanted this dick so bad, take it." He whispered lustfully to you, staring into your eyes and was about two inches away from your face. As you picked up the pace and went faster, Roman's eyes fell shut and he bit his lip, leaning his head against the wall.

"Fuck," He moaned, emphazing the word and dragging it out as your hips circled. Roman looked beyond sexy, and you couldn't take your eyes off of him. Just looking his reaction to how you were making him feel, it could make you cum again right then and there.

"Just like that, lil' Mama." He brought you closer to him, embracing you as he continued to ride him. Then, to bring you and himself close to the edge, he pinned your shoulders down and railed up into you, getting close.

"You're gonna' make me fucking cum." He groaned lowly into your ear as you continued to moan uncontrollably into his, "You want this nut? You wanna' have my kids, baby?"

You nodded quickly, clinging onto him as you felt another orgasm approaching you. You couldn't even cry anymore, you were so out of it that you couldn't even explain what you were feeling, "Cum inside me, Daddy." You begged.

He stroked harshly a couple more times before they eventually became sloppy, getting ready to release inside of you. Your G-Spot was hit just enough by the Samoan, making you cum all over again, but this time with him. Both of you moaned loudly, trying to catch your breath and held onto each other tightly, trying to come down from your high.

Then, you both heard the doorbell ring, making you both jump and pull apart from each other. You both looked towards the gym door and back at each other. You grinned, trying to hold back a laugh and he did the same, but you both ended up laughing. He grabbed your face, adoring your smile and infectious laugh, "You're so beautiful." He gushes to you as he kisses your lips tenderly. You smile into the kiss, kissing him back and pulled away partly.

"Do you think anyone heard us?" You asked, he shrugged, squeezing the life out of you, making you laugh again.

"I don't know, but if they did, I don't care." He pecked your lips twice, and hugged you, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"I love you so much." He says with his chest, meaning every word he said.

You smiled softly, rubbing circles on his back gently, and your heart warmed. You wanted nothing more than to hear him say that, you felt complete.

"I love you more."

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𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊

𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒 : 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓃𝓎

brian may x reader series

warnings : swearing, alcohol, future chapters will have smut so... be aware of that ig lol. like tiniest mention of weed

a/n : thinking of making this a bit of a series but we’ll see ? i also have a heavy week of exams next week but i am free from school for like three months (yay fucking hey) so i’ll try to prepare a second chapter because we all know i won’t revise lol. also loosely based off of a roger taylor x reader fic i read a while ago ! i can’t remember the name/author, but if i find it again i’ll tag the author. all characters are mine, aside from brian may/anita. thank you for reading ! this is set in 1994, and freddie doesn’t die/ john doesn’t retire because we’re not gonna deal with that kettle of fish in this fic.

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it wasn't raining today, surprisingly. it wasn't as if it was unusual for the uk - it was always like this - rain, and then a week straight of blazing hot sun. you could even say you'd grown to love it. you'd enjoyed playing with little anya colston the day before, the thirteen year old who lived next to your parents. you'd been in the pool her parents owned, when you heard of a new couple moving in two doors down. rumours had gone round of the husband being famous, but for what you nor anya knew. you both just hoped they wouldn't be as dull and empty as the other adults were (something you and anya had bonded over - your mutual hatred for prissy adults).

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"y/n, darling, please hurry up. you know your father and i don't want to be late." your mother called up the stairs, watching as y/n slid down the bannister. "and the countless times you've slid down the bloody bannister. you'll break your neck one day." she added, sighing as she gave you a once over. "where's xavier ? xavier, hurry up !" she called, and the heavy footsteps of her older brother sounded above them. "why is he always allowed to be the last one out, but i get a bollocking if i am ?" y/n groaned, sitting on the step. "because, you know how xavier's like." your mother said, sighing as xavier finally made an appearance. you huffed as she stood up, and stalked towards the door, xavier not far behind you. 

the second the family entered the maybank home, your mother made a beeline for the champagne flutes on the breakfast bar; your father to the men outside (also where more alcohol was), and xavier followed suit, albeit reluctantly. and although you could think of nothing worse than talking to the women, you followed your mother - entirely for the champagne. "y/n ! how are your a levels going ?" diane asked, peering at you over her wine glass. "i think she's doing alright - she did drop literature for psychology, but i suppose it's better than what she could've chosen." your mother smiled patronisingly. "oh ! darling, this is anita - she's just moved in." diane smiled, gesturing to the woman next to her. you had to admit, she was beautiful. and even better, she didn't share the same patronising smile your mother and the other women donned constantly. "it's nice to meet you, anita." you smiled, taking a sip from your flute. "not too much, sweetheart," your mother said. always the one to take the fun out of everything - and what was the point in not being able to drink; these gatherings were hardly tolerable sober, and you were seventeen. "i'm gonna go find the kids." you muttered, snatching your glass from the table. 

soon enough, you found three girls, only a few years younger than you, sat by the pool. "y/n ! c'mere !" anya called, waving her hand. you made your way to the girls, and anya introduced you - louise was the older girl, recently turned fifteen, and emily the younger, was ten. they were the daughters of the new family, so you and anya made sure to give them the run down on who was who. dominique and otis rains, your own parents; they only had you and xavier. diane and emanual colston were anya's parents (admittedly the least snobby), and had anya and carlson, who was louise's age. then there was adrianna and henry maybank, who had mina (the only girl your age, but after her parents found the pot you frequently smoked under her bed, they sent her to boarding school somewhere out west in the country). florence and alistair bohr (florence was the youngest and prettiest, but the one who tried the hardest. alistair was a sixty - something year old ceo. in your eyes, a perfect match). then finally, there was louise and emily's parents, anita and brian may. they said they also had an older brother, jimmy, who, when you looked over, looked deep in conversation with xavier. the girls appeared to sound equally as disdained by the adult snobbery as you and anya were (mina also - speaking of, it was a shame she wasn't here. you thought she'd broken up from school by now). you warned the girls of the sunday brunches too. it was either you tired yourself out by playing tennis, or you drinking sangria's and champagne with the women, who all ogled the fit male tennis players and bartenders, and seemingly had endless shit to talk.

you glanced up at the men - the very people you found trying to avoid at all costs, but you were curious as to who this brian was. you could've sworn you recognised his name, but from where you couldn't recall. as you scanned the group, you noticed an unfamiliar mop of curly hair - in which became familiar to you very quickly. how could you not know ? that was when the memories of your poster clad walls, concerts that left you and mina with sore throats, and various records with those four faces adorned across the front strewn across your bedroom floor rushed back. "one second." you murmured to the girls, as you got up, and dusted off your skirt, making a beeline towards the group in a spurt of confidence. 

"y/n ! i was wondering how you had been with those women for so long, i didn't see you leave. this is brian, our knew neighbour." your father smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "my youngest, y/n." your father grinned to brian, and you looked up at him. and christ, you knew he was tall, but he was a bloody giant. "i think what my father really means is that it'll be nice for another man around. he's getting bored of these three dinosaurs." you grinned, the same cheeky grin you'd inherited from your father. "glad to know you don't seem like the others." he laughed, shaking your outstretched hand. "god no, i like to think i taught her better than to end up like those women. in secret, of course, the missus would slaughter me." your father laughed, the others following suit. but you liked the look of brian, a lot. more than you should, but who could blame you ?  you'd practically been in love with the man since you were twelve. not that you would tell him of course. and then you heard the squeal, one you'd known all your life - mina was here. "i'll be back." you smiled uneasily, and rushed inside to find the tall brunette in the doorway. "get here you silly bitch !" she shouted, barrelling into you, tackling you to the ground. "language, mina." adrianna sighed, tossing the keys onto the shelf near the door. she too, like your mother had, rushed to the wine and the women. she needed a drink, after picking up her spritely daughter and managing to cope for a two hour car ride. you and mina rushed upstairs into her bedroom, and you slammed the door behind you. "right, do not freak out. we have new neighbours." you began, looking at mina's flushed face. "and ?" she asked,

"it's brian may."

"it's who, now ?"

"brian may."

"brian may ? the new - new - new guitar guy ? the man we've been gushing over since before we had tits ?"

"yeah, that's the guy."

mina laughed, tossing her hair behind her shoulder. "good god. glad you haven't pounced him yet. if it was roger, i know i would've." she smirked, making sideways glances to her own queen poster above her bed - that had been signed by every member during their '86 tour. "well, not only is his wife and three kids downstairs, he was bombarded by males. shame, really." you joked. 

"kids ?" she gasped, hopeful they were like anya. 

"thankfully, louise and emily are exactly like anya." you smiled. 

"i'll finish this later. i wanna meet the newbies." she wiggled her eyebrows, running out of her room, with you tow.

[alison-anonymous]

♡ loose cannon ♡ pt 1

Warnings: nah man

Requested: I mean, you all were pretty hyped when I talked about this so😉

A/N: here you go, my darlings! This is the first part in a 3+ part fanfic about Hades from Descendants 3. He honestly doesn't get much attention, so I'm trying to fix that! This does contain some Descendants 3 spoilers, so read at your own risk. Please let me know what you thought of it after you read it and LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE IT! I'll start up the second part just in case😉 here is Part 1 of Alison's Hades X Reader, Loose Cannon...

Goddess of No Control

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Being the daughter of Boreas, the god of Winter, had its ups and downs.

One of those ups included your inheritance of extraordinary ice powers. Ever since you had been born, you had the ability to create the coldest of ice flurries with nothing but your bare hands. However, unlike your siblings who had inherited other abilities, you never really seemed to have gained full control of your abilities. You loved your magic more than anything, and adored anything that had to do with the cold from snowmen to ice cream. But while your brothers and sisters began to excel daily in their wind blasting and snow storm abilities, yours didn't dwindle, but instead grew more out of your control with every day. You tried your hardest to keep it under control through practicing and meditation, fearing that a lot of it stemmed from your emotions.

But none of it worked.

Your father had grown to overlook you compared to your successful siblings, as you were the middle child and frankly were pretty silent for the most part. You had always been a decently happy girl, but as time went on, you began to feel your happiness drain as it became replaced with hopelessness. Despite your best efforts, your powers were growing out of your control and you feared that it had something to do with you.

That something was wrong with you.

There were multiple occassions where you would be sitting by an open window, reading calmly when suddenly the book would freeze solid, the page stuck to your icy fingers. Or when you would be going for a walk, the trail behind you was left frozen, causing many others to slip and fall. Whole rooms would be frozen in the blink of an eye and brutal frostbite would happen to strangers who simply touched you. But it wasn't you, of course. You never wanted to hurt anyone. Once your father found out about the frostbitten people, he was furious. The two of you had a fight that night about the whole situation. He was furious that you hadn't learned how to control your powers yet and you were angry because he didn't seem to understand that you couldn't.

Through your best efforts, you didn't prevail. He forced you to pack up your things and hopped with you into a taxi to Auradon Prep, where King Beast and Queen Belle lived. There, he forced you to tell them all about your chaotic powers and the people you had hurt, despite your efforts to get better. They were very hesitant at first, but after some pushing by your father, they decided to enroll you to Auradon Prep on a transfer program from Olympus to see if they could help you gain control of your powers. You were terrified, as this would be your first time alone without your father and siblings. But wanting to get better more than anything, you agreed.

The program worked well for a while, but you found it hard to make friends. Most people called you the Ice Queen and shunned you because you were different than them, like you were someone from the Isle. Little did they know how right they were about to be...

About a month into the program, you got news that your father had passed up his entitlement as God of Winter to your brother, who had wind powers. Normally, it would make you happy because he was finally stepping down, but it made you furious and even more envious because he had promised the position of Winter to YOU. You were going to be the Goddess of Winter, not your incompetent brother! Boiling with rage, any progress you had gone through before disipated.

You tried walking it off, but once Audrey and her gang of princesses showed up to taunt you, you couldn't contain it anymore. Letting go of all of the anger and jealousy and sadness, you couldn't control your hands as they flew in front of you and an icy blue light flew from your chest and struck the princesses down onto the floor. Their lips turned blue, their skin a pasty white, and a thick layer of frost across their bodies. Not only that, but the whole hallway froze as well. They had hypothermia. Only this time, instead of freaking out, you felt free.

That was what scared you most.

Before you could do any more damage, you forced on a pair of gloves and forced yourself down to Beast and Belle, where you turned yourself in for the hypothermatic princesses and the damage in the halls. You had expected a suspension or a slap on the wrist, but what came next was cruel and unjust. It was what set the ice cold hatred inside your heart for the King and Queen and for everyone inside that fucking kingdom. Before you even knew what was happening, you had two shackles chained around your hands and a power restricting collar snapped onto your neck. Tears began to spill down your cheeks as you attempted to fight the guards dragging you towards the car. You knew where they were taking you. The other fucking dumbass students in the courtyard knew where they were taking you as they sat on their asses and watched as your screaming, thrashing body was shoved into that limo.

And now, you are here.

Standing next to the emotionless guard as he holds onto the chain linking your cuffs like you were a puppy, tear stains on your cheeks, glassy eyes, and a mat of hair on your head. One of the things they never told you about the Isle was how rank it smelled. A foul stench nearly burned your nose hairs as you felt your knees begin to shake. Hatred filled you from head to bottom, especially for the little guard who was barking into his walkie talkie. You knew better than to try and escape of course. In all your years of isolation and reading, you'd learned a long time ago that your powers don't work in the Isle. But of course they kept the bondages on. You felt the brace chafing against your neck, but refused to let it show as the guard turned to your ice cold glare.

You could've sworn you saw him shiver.

"Alright, Icy, since the King and Queen respect your father, they've decided to not just drop you off here to defend for yourself and have chosen someone for you to live with."

You chuckled to yourself, shaking your head. Of course your father would still be mentioned even though he's not God anymore.

"And just who might my lucky partner in crime be?" You snarled. The old you had been drained away as soon as they locked these cuffs on you. Everyone hated you, underestimated you, pitied you. They thought you were crazy, that you were out of control. That you were a villain. And if they wanted you to become a villain, then you were going to be badder than Maleficent herself.

"Hades, God of the Underworld. Found it suiting due to the whole Olympus thing."

You only shrugged your shoulders and cast a gaze towards the wall as the golden bridge finally deteriorated. This was it. You were trapped here.

An uncontrollable ice goddess, being treated like a villain. The envy coursing through your veins was enough to turn you green. One day they'd all pay, you vowed.

One day, they will all pay...

♡♡♡

Many years had passed since you came to the Isle, and needless to say, the second that Hades saw you, it seemed like time had frozen. You were the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen, and he had only been around Isle girls for a while so that was saying something. You only made things even better when you suddenly screamed and kicked the guard who had accompanied you in his special spot, knocking him into the misty underground below Hades place. He even took off his sunglasses to get a better look at you. You had thought living with the god of the Underworld would have been awful, but it turns out... he wasn't so bad. He helped you out of the chains you were in, and throughout your stay, you began to slowly realize that you were falling in love with him. Between the sitting sessions on the couch that gradually turned into cuddling and the constant compliments he would give you, you and the stealer of souls began to grow inseparable. Even his little assistant started to call you his girlfriend, to which he never corrected her. You even had long, late night talks with the God too, varying from anything. Your shared hatred for everyone in Auradon, his daughter Mal, your uncontrollable ice abilities, his ember. It felt like you could talk to him about anything, and you found it interesting how he seemed to be hostile towards everyone but you.

You felt like you finally had someone in your corner, and he was your other half. Of course, you were the first one to admit your feelings to him. You had been out for one of your walks when it started storming, and you suddenly realized that you had to tell him before he was gone. So, you frantically rushed back home and screeched to a halt in front of his sleeping form, the record player with Cerberus playing in the background, and blurted, "I love you."

No hesitation.

No barriers.

No walls.

Just... you. And your feelings.

Unfortunately, as soon as you managed to caught your breath, fear struck into your heart as you finally realized what you had just confessed. Yes, you had powers to defend yourself, but they didn't work now, stupid! And you just confessed your love to HADES, the Fucking God of the Underworld! What the hell was wrong with you? You had opened your mouth, prepared to take it back when he suddenly rose from the couch and slowly stalked towards you, lowering his sunglasses in such painful slow motion it made your stomach want to crawl up your esophagus and spew out your mouth. But something prompted you to stay, and your icy blue boots refused to leave their position on the boards, so you ended up staying as he stopped only mere inches away from your face.

He was a bit taller than you, so you had to strain your neck a bit to meet his eyes, and what you saw in them scared you even more than your confession. For once, you couldn't read his handsome, piercing gaze. You couldn't tell what emotion was swimming in those beautiful irises. The ones you could get lost in whenever he complimented you...

"What was that?" His voice suddenly snapped you out of your trance, and you frantically hoped you hadn't said any of that out loud.

"W-what?" You couldn't help but stutter.

"Did you say what I think you said?"

"Well, it depends what you think I said," you decided to try to tease your way out of it, knowing he loved to be a jokster. Only this time it seemed like he wasn't having it... weird...

"Come on, Y/n, seriously. Did you say what I think you said or not?"

"You're going to have to be a bit more specific than that, Had."

"You're as infuriating as you are beautiful," a blush coated your cheeks. "Did you say... that... thing that you said?"

Aww, you thought as you tried to surpress your grin. He was afraid to say it.

"The thing that I said? What is this thing that I said that you think that I said?"

"Y/n! For once, this is serious!"

He shook his head at you and stared at you with a look you had never seen on his face before. Desperation. Your heart began to pulse and you slowly reached out out of pure instinct to rest your gloved hand on his arm. He looked at it momentarily, suddenly noticing the intimacy in the action and reverted back to meeting your gaze.

"Hades," you breathed. No avoiding the truth. "I love you."

He stared at you, a look of unsureness coating his face. You were about to step away when a grin suddenly spread onto his face and he let out a deep chuckle, causing you to jump slightly.

"It's about damn time," he swiftly wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you to him, cupping your cheek with his other gloved one. He never seemed to care about how cold your skin was. And before you knew it, his warm lips were against yours. Fireworks had exploded in your mind as you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. And let's just say that that was just the start of it.

After your confession, life for the two of you was something that fairy tale characters could never live up to. The love you two shared was something like true love, but on sterioids, you know, because of the whole god and goddess thing. When he finally did say those three words back, it was a while later. You had just come back home from a trip to the market, and the fresh snow was still in your hair and your eyelashes. Seeing you looking like you had just walked out of a christmas movie made Hades think about what you might look like on your wedding day... and Gods, you were beautiful. The conversation went a bit like this:

"Had, I'm home!"

"..."

"Hades? Are you oka-"

"I love you too."

You two were even more inseparable than you were before. Everyone on the Isle knew about it, and they knew to stay away from you. Not just for you being Hades girl, but also for your rumored chaotic ice powers and your burning envy and hatred for those in Auradon. You were a loose cannon, they liked to say. You took it as a compliment.

Things were perfect for you. You were finally happy with the love of your life, and had plans to stay with him for the rest of your life, maybe even have kids and sing rock-enhanced duets. The magic didn't matter. Auradon didn't matter. It was just the two of you.

At least until the VKs came along.

TO BE CONTINUED...

♡ a.a.