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13uswntimagines · 4 years ago

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My Person, My Love, My Mate (Alpha!Alyssa Naeher x Omega!Reader)

Request 1: Alpha!Alyssa x Omega!Reader: Where Alyssa gets possessive and jealous when fans start shipping her omega with another alpha on the team. Bc of this, R and the other alpha spend more time together for publicity stuff, which then leads to the other alpha’s scent on her. Alyssa has to contain herself while in the spotlight, but in private, she lashes out at R bc of her own insecurity and jealousy. This ends with R reassuring her and having Alyssa mark her up before she has to be around them again

Request 2: Alpha!Alyssa x omega!reader.Where the reader has always been paired with another alpha on the team which A hates. But then the reader goes into heat

Authors Note: Hey dudes, It felt more natural for me to combine these than to try and do them separately. I hope you enjoy! Hit me up with questions or if your just wanna say Hi!

The media sucked and having a beta coaching staff sucked even more. At least that’s what Alyssa had taken from this entire experience. You and Kelley were best friends. That wasn’t the part that bothered her. No, it was the fact that spending lots of time with Kelley also meant that you spent a lot of time with her alphas by default.

She knew that Carlie and Hope only had eyes for Kelley, but that didn’t lessen the sting of the fans continuously shipping you with Hope. It didn’t help that Jill had been determined to use your friendship with the alpha to sell tickets. At least Vlatko had agreed to back off a bit, but that didn’t stop the tendrils of jealousy from winding their way around her heart at the photo some fans had taken. Photos of you sitting very close to the other Alpha goalkeeper, and one photo of your hands in her lap.

The fans were going insane, saying that this was proof that you were mated to Hope. Alyssa’s alpha really didn’t like that. She knew you loved her, and that you were her mate, but it was really hard to smother the instincts that demanded she show you who you belonged to. You were extraordinarily independent and much like the rest of the omegas on the team didn’t take well to alphas trying to throw their weight around.

The opening of the hotel room door broke the alpha out of her thought, her eyes immediately being drawn to you as you entered the room. You glanced up from your texting, a vibrant smile breaking across your face the second you saw your alpha. “Hey Babe,” Your eyes shined.

“Hey,” Alyssa sent you a half-smile in return, a half-smile that didn't reach her eyes.

You took a step towards your mate and leaning in to peck her lips, only for her to turn her head so you got her cheek instead. You frowned, tilting your head to the side much like a puppy. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,“ Alyssa denied with a pout, crossing her arms and refusing to look at you. You could feel her agitation leaking through your bond.

“Yeah and I’m a Goalkeeper.” You snorted, trying to alleviate the tension. Your alpha snapped her eyes to your own, a wave of dominant pheromones leaking into the air. You closed the remaining distance between you and your alpha, weaseling your way under her strong arms and burrowing into her neck, trying to comfort her.

“What’s wrong?” You whispered, making your voice small and running your nose under her scent gland, trying to appease her alpha. She was the only one you would willingly submit too, and it took you a very long time to realize that doing so didn’t make you weak.

“How was dinner?” Alyssa huffed, pulling her chin just out of your reach. You sat up to look her in the eyes, her arm wrapped around your waist to prevent you from falling. She might be upset with you but she would never want you to fall and get hurt.

“Fine, Kelley spilled mustard all over Hope’s lap” You laughed lightly, and a dark look crossed your alpha’s face at the mention of the other keeper. A look that made your inner omega cower just a little. Alyssa would never hurt you, she was your mate and she loved you, but you still felt the demand for your submissions stronger.

“Is that why you patting her with a napkin is all over social media?” She asked lowly, her lips forming a thin like.

“Is that what this is about? I already told you, nothing is going on between me and her. She’s got Carlie and Kelley” You rolled your eyes at the woman good-naturedly, dismissing the claim and hoping that this would be the end of it. All you wanted right now was to cuddle up with your mate under some blankets. You craved her calm energy after spending so much time with the team's chaos.

“You were all over her,” Your alpha growled back dangerously. Tension radiated through your bond and a wave of very unhappy scents washed over you. You frowned, moving from her lap to the end of the bed. Though your inner omega protested at the action, you thought you needed a bit of space for this conversation.

“No. I was sitting next to her and she had stuff all over her. All I did was give her a napkin,” You replied slowly, all amusement being replaced with agitation. You gave no reason for Alyssa to be jealous. Did she not trust you? Was that why she was flipping out so much?

“You touched her,” Alysha glared back, her teeth gritting as she fought to control her inner alpha. She was always 2nd to Hope, but she wouldn’t lose you too. Rationally she knew that you loved her, but it was so hard to be rational when the fans were always shoving your friendship in her face. It was hard to remember that you wore her mark when you were always so close to Hope.

“I’m not having this conversation again Lyss. She’s my friend, nothing more,” You started firmly, fighting the urge to submit to the dominant pheromones coming from your mate. You also fought your inner omegas desire to cuddle up to the woman, to appease your alpha, and beg for forgiveness. You shook your head, trying to stop the war going on between you as a person and your inner omega.

“She doesn’t get to touch what’s mine,” Alyssa roared, standing to her full height and towering over you.

That irked you. In this context her claim didn’t fill you with warmth, instead, it made you feel like a chew toy being fought over.

“I’m an omega, not an object,” You released a growl of your own, standing toe to toe with your alpha. (Had you not been so pissed off, you would have through the height difference was funny as you only came up to her chin. You had to tilt your head to stare her in the eyes). “And you’re being irrationally jealous,” You jabbed your pointer finger in her chest angrily.

Just because Alyssa was your mate, and you loved her didn’t mean that she had the right to be overbearing. You were an adult, and your status as an omega didn’t make you incompetent. No one got to try and use your bearing against you to make you bend to their will. How fucking dare she.

“You’re not going to hang out with her anymore,” Alyssa ground out, grabbing your wrist. You smelled like the other keeper, and her alpha wasn’t having it. She brought your wrist to her nose, rubbing the appendage and leaving her very strong scent behind. You stared at the woman in disbelief.

“I think I need some air,” You said shortly, stopping your arm away from your alpha and stalking towards the door. She was your mate, not your mother. She didn’t get to tell you what to do. You were partners.

The rage humming down your bond shocked Alyssa, breaking her out of her jealous tirade. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, her eyes widening as she realized exactly what she had done.

You were mistrustful of alphas, to begin with, disdainful of their propensity to be protective and possessive. You hated that your omega craved those things, and fought valiantly for your independence. Alyssa respected that, well she had until about 5 minutes ago.

She watched in horror as your hand twisted the doorknob, unsure of how this had spiraled into you leaving. How this had turned into her pushing you away and breaking all the promises she had made to you.

“Where are you going?” She asked hoarsely, barely able to get the words out as the tears started.

“Out, until you realize we’re not in the 1950s and that I’m your equal,” You spat back, ripping the door open, moving to step into the hallway. You weren’t sure where you were going to end up, but anywhere was better than right here.

“Y/n wait,” Alyssa tried desperately stepping towards you.

“Just-, just don’t,” You husked out, your saddened voice pinning her to the spot. You furiously tried to wipe the tears from your eyes, and she wanted nothing more than to wrap you up in her arms and tell you how sorry she was, but she didn’t. You shook your head, slamming the door behind you.

You loved Alyssa but you wouldn’t tolerate unabashed jealousy. You were a person, not an object. You would talk it out with her later when cooler heads could prevail. But for right now you needed space to calm down and think over the conversation you had just had.

*****

Alyssa was getting anxious. After your fight, you hadn’t returned to the room, you had avoided her for the entire free day the team had, and now the entire team was gathered in the conference room and you were again missing. She could feel your misery through your bond, and she knew that she wouldn’t be able to relax until she saw you. You were her omega to protect and it was her job to fix this mess.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” Kelley’s voice brought her out of her spiraling as the little omega shoved her lightly, her two alphas trailing behind her.

She glanced at the omega, her inner animal perking up at the scent of her mate. So that’s where you had run off too, she should have known. Kelley was your best friend, more like your sister, it was the most logical place for you to go. (She didn’t like that you were around the alpha of her ire, but she was glad that you had gone to someone who could take care of you).

She gulped, pushing her pride aside at the tone the omega took with her, privately glad that your best friend was such a good protector.

“Look, I know I messed up, and I’m ready to apologize and talk it out with Y/n,” She said quietly.

“Yeah, well too bad, your fucking fight sent her into heat. She’s a mess and she wouldn’t let us call you to come to help her,” Kelley growled back, she probably would have launched herself at the alpha bad Carlie not been wrapped around her waist. It had hurt all of them to watch you be so strung out while they couldn’t do anything to help you. It was pretty common for massive events (happy or unhappy) to send omegas into heat. It was a good way for them to obtain the comfort they needed or celebrate something amazing. Your fight had been intense, so Alyssa shouldn’t have been surprised that it sent you into heat, but she could hope.

“Where is she?” The alpha growled, her instincts taking over the moment she heard you were in heat. Heats could be super painful, especially for a mates omega. Kelley softened at the desperation rolling off of the alpha. She knew that the two of you loved each other, but she wouldn’t stand for you being disrespected.

“Currently in our room,” Hope answered, immediately passing over the room key. Lowering her eyes just slightly. She felt bad that this mess was partially her fault, and she would do whatever she could to help you. You were practically Kelley’s family, and by default hers too. If it meant conceding to Alyssa as a peace offering, then that’s exactly what she would do.

Alyssa nodded her thanks, blown away by the slight show of submission. A show that conveyed that the other alpha knew that you were hers. She took the key and immediately made to go find you. To hopefully fix this mess and comfort you all in on go.

“She wouldn’t let Hope or Carlie near her even though their scents would probably help. She just kept saying that you would reject her,” Kelley called after her, and the Alpha froze by the door. Omegas craved physical affection in heat, and even an alpha that wasn’t one's mate could ease some of the more intense symptoms. She would never reject you. She may get jealous and frustrated, but she would never ever willingly give you up. You were wrong, independent, gorgeous, and the love of her life.

“I fucked up, I know. Now please let me go and try to fix it,” Alyssa whispered, her voice broken.

“Don’t hurt her,” Kelley growled back.

“I won’t, and thank you for taking care of her,” Alyssa nodded, looking over the flying squirrel's shoulder at Carlie and Hope.

“Anytime hotshot, I know you would do the same for Kell, now go help baby bear,” Hope smiled lightly, shoring her out of the conference room. You needed Alyssa more than the team did right now, the sooner she got there the better.

****

You were curled up tight in bed, sweat pouring down your forehead, and shiver wracking down your spine. Every piece of you craved your alpha, but you knew she wouldn’t come. Rationally you knew that Alyssa still loved you and that the fight didn’t change that, but with the heat running through your veins, rational thought was incredibly difficult. Impossible really.

You shifted in bed, burying your face in Kelley’s pillow, and praying that it would bring you some comfort from the aches that were wracking your lower back, and the cramps rolling through your stomach. If you thought about Alyssa hard enough, you could almost smell her comforting pheromones. Almost feel her warm form molded to your own, giving you the knot you so desperately craved.

You were so out of it that you didn’t notice the door open, on the hesitant form sitting on the edge of the bed, until she reached out and placed a comforting hand on your forehead, brushing the sweaty strands of hair back.

“Lyss?,” You husked out, cracking your eyes open, and blinking sleepily at your very nervous alpha. Your scent called to her so desperately, like the smell of a funnel cake at a fair.

“Hey baby doll,” She smiled softly at you. You grabbed the hand running through your hair, pulling her wrist to your nose and taking in her comforting scent. She sent out another wave of soothing pheromones in an attempt to sate you for a few moments.

“M’ sorry,” You mumbled into her skin, unwilling to remove the appendage from your nose.

“You have nothing to apologize for little one, I was being an ignorant alpha because I was jealous. I won’t disrespect you like that again,” She murmured back, pulling you up into her lap. You nuzzled into the skin of her neck, just under her scent gland, showing your acceptance of her apology.

“Don wan Hope, only wan you,” You huffed, your hands reaching under her shirt to rub her abs. You needed her to understand that. There would be time later to have a real talk, but having her so close was throwing your control out the window.

“I know babe, and I’ll control myself in the future,” She hummed, rubbing your back.

“Love you,” You said as you kissed her chin, the ache in your lower belly getting impossibly stronger. You needed her, and you needed her now.

“Love you too, now let me take care of you,” She smiled, pecking your forehead, and rolling you over. There would be time later for her to apologize when you were both thinking with the right head. When your symptoms were eased, but for now she would show you how much she loved you. How much she cherished you. She would show you that yes, you were a person and not an object, but you were her person. Her mate.

Later the team would make fun of you for how many marks Alyssa left behind, but that was a problem for future you. For now, Alyssa would take care of you, and make you feel like the most loved human in the world.

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anubislover · 4 years ago

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A Tea Party for Baby 5

(Gift fic for @velvety-love for the OP Secret Santa 2020! I really hope you like the fic - it was a ton of fun to write!)

It was quite the sight, the infamous Donquixote Doflamingo sitting at a small table in a child-sized chair, his knees practically pressed into his chest, but he would maintain that for a man of his status, any seat was a throne. Before him was a decadent assortment of pastries, chocolate-covered fruit, finger sandwiches, and quiches. Baby 5 had recently begun training to be the family’s maid, and this tea party would be a useful way to hone her serving skills. Since the eight year old girl was still too short to reach the dinner table, this was a perfectly reasonable alternative.

And yes, the dolls and stuffed animals sat up in their own chairs with cups and saucers was also absolutely necessary. She needed to learn to serve multiple people, after all.

“More tea, Young Master?” Baby 5 asked, hefting up the large china teapot, a hopeful smile on her face. There was a bit of tension around her mouth, though; visible strain from the weight of the pot that she desperately sought to hide for fear of disappointing him.

Doflamingo grinned, holding out his pink floral-patterned cup. “Yes, please.” The child had insisted on being useful to him, and while his main interest was in the deadly Devil Fruit powers she possessed, it was nice having some proper servants around.

However, her little arms trembled, the pot far too heavy for her, resulting in her inadvertently missing the cup and instead spilling hot tea onto his hand.

“Gah!”

“Oh no! Young Master, I’m so sorry! Let me get you a towel, or some ice!” she cried, nearly dropping the teapot in her panic. Luckily, Doflamingo was able to grab it before it could fall and set it on the table, preventing tea from splattering everywhere and staining his suit pants.

For a moment, his hand clenched and he glared down at her through the lenses of his fierce red sunglasses. The former Celestial Dragon wanted to be upset. She’d burned him! How dare she—

But then he looked at her distraught little face, eyes already wet with tears, and he was suddenly reminded of his precious little brother when they were children and how hard he’d tried to please him…

Picking up a napkin, Doflamingo wiped his hand clean of the tea. Honestly, it hadn’t hurt. Barely anything to someone like him. And she was trying. Really, it was impressive she could even lift the pot, considering it was nearly as big as she was and how thin her arms were. They really needed to get some meat on her bones—she wasn’t the half-starved waif who’d come to him in desperation anymore. She was part of his family. It was his job to take care of her.

Coming to a decision, Doflamingo removed a stuffed dog from the chair at his right and patted the seat. “No worries, Baby 5. Come here and I’ll pour the tea.”

“Ah! But Young Master, I—”

He gave her a reassuring smile, one as gentle as he could manage. “It’s fine, Baby 5; proper tea party etiquette says that the host should serve.”

“But then, you don’t need me,” she said sadly, small body slumping miserably.

Inwardly he grimaced. The last thing he wanted was for her to cry. So, he grinned more widely and picked her up by the back of the dress, plopping her down into the chair. “Sure I do! I need you to be a good guest! I can’t work on my hosting skills if I don’t have guests. These guys,” he said, indicating the dolls and toys, “are terrible conversationalists.”

Baby 5 visibly perked up, thrilled at still being needed in some capacity. “Oh! That’s true. Then I’ll be the perfect guest for you! I’ll be anything you need, Young Master.”

A small sigh of relief escaped his chest. Crisis averted. She was happy, and while serving himself was not ideal in most circumstances, the child could learn by example and he wouldn’t have to worry about his suit.

Getting an idea, he attached his strings to one of the dolls sat around the table, making it lift the teacup so he could pour. “Watch carefully; it’s important to hold the pot from both the handle and the spout to avoid spilling. We don’t want even a drop on the nice white tablecloth, do we?”

“No, we don’t,” she agreed, studying his technique carefully. Her dark eyes took in his every movement with near-reverence, her own little hands even miming him to ensure she would get it right later.

Satisfied, he filled Baby 5’s cup and offered her a blueberry scone. “Here, eat up—you’re a growing girl, and someone who works as hard as you deserves a treat.”

“Really?” she asked, even though she was already practically drooling as the smell of the pastries she’d baked that morning wafted up her nose.

“Really. Now have a scone, then some sandwiches, and then you can help yourself to the tarts and cupcakes.”

Practically glowing with happiness, she snatched one off the plate, but froze before she could shove it into her mouth. “Oh. Sorry,” she said, setting it on her plate and picking up her knife and fork.

Doflamingo shook his head. “Nah, you were right the first time. Eat the scone with your hands. Save the fork for the quiche.”

Thrilled that she was getting to sit at the Young Master’s side and enjoy the goodies she’d baked and laid out to his specifications, she tucked in, smile so wide her cheeks ached.

It was…kind of cute, seeing her so happy. Just a child eager to belong. Sure, she would make a fantastic assassin, but there was no reason not to let her have little moments like this, right? The chance to just be a kid and have fun? His father’s foolishness had denied him that joy after they’d left Mariejois, but he was far better than Homing.

He was the patriarch of the Doflamingo Family; it was his job to keep everybody happy. To give them all they could ever ask for so that they would do the same for him.

Looking her over, he wondered what else he could do. Her bow and dress were looking a little worn. He’d order replacements. Simple ones for everyday wear, but he was sure he could get her something cute and fancy as a reward the next time she got back from a mission. Dress her up like a doll and show her off. New shoes would be a must, too – he and his brother had constantly been outgrowing theirs, and while he doubted she’d every reach his exalted stature, she certainly would grow up to be a lovely young woman.

And lovely young women attract boys, he thought, scowling for a moment behind his teacup. Gonna have to watch her like a hawk once that happens. Can’t have anyone thinking they’re good enough for Baby 5 and trying to steal her away. I’ll make sure she’s got no reason to leave the Family. Who could provide for her like me, anyway?

On a whim, he got another idea – something that would surely amuse and delight her. Holding out his hands, he attached his strings to a pair of dolls. Like a puppet master with a pair of marionettes, he made them waltz around the table, chuckling while Baby 5 applauded and laughed with joy.

“Figured the least they could do was put on a show for us as thanks for our hospitality,” he explained, making a few more join in so it almost resembled a ball. “Too bad we can’t bring the toys to life—then they could dance without the strings.”

“Maybe there’s a Devil Fruit out there that can do that,” Baby 5 said excitedly, eager to help in any way she could.

“Hmmm, maybe there is. I’ll have to look into it,” Doflamingo agreed, rubbing his chin. The hand fell to pat her on the head. “What a clever girl you are.”

As she beamed up at him, there was a knock at the door, and without delay Corazon strolled in carrying Buffalo and Law by the back of their shirts like a pair of squirming kittens. Law even seemed to growl at his manhandling. Clearly, they’d been caught by his right-hand man doing something they shouldn’t, at least if the way he ground the cigarette between his teeth was anything to go by. However, all three of them froze at the sight of their leader serving tea to his maid-in-training surrounded by a bunch of dancing stuffed animals.

“What the he—” Law started, staring in utter bafflement.

“Ah, just in time! Baby 5 and I were having a tea party! Sit down and join us!” Doflamingo exclaimed cheerfully, indicating the newly-empty seats.

“Yes! Please, join us!” she chimed in eagerly. Even though they could be rude and mean, she considered the two boys her closest friends, so of course she wanted to have them involved. Corazon, too, even though he was grouchy and clumsy and might make the tablecloth catch fire.

Corazon looked between the tiny chairs and the uncomfortable-looking way his brother was sitting, then raised a disbelieving eyebrow.

“Oh, come on, little brother! It’s perfectly comfortable,” he said, even though he could already feel his legs cramping up. Ah well. At least he wouldn’t suffer alone, and Baby 5 could have some time enjoying herself with friends. She needed more socialization. Maybe he should call up Vinsmoke Judge – he had a daughter about her age, didn’t he? Maybe they could set up a play date.

“I’m not taking part in some stupid tea party,” Law groused, glaring at the utter ridiculousness around him.

“Kid, you can either sit down under your own power or I can tie you to the seat,” Doflamingo warned with smile. He turned to the child beside him. “But thank you for providing Baby 5 with another valuable lesson – boys are obnoxiously stubborn.”

“Law, c’mon, let’s play along-dasuyan,” Buffalo not-so-quietly whispered, eyeing the tray of cupcakes.

“Fuffuffuffuffu! But they’re easily bribed with food,” he added, smirking when she giggled. Pleased with himself, Doflamingo gave the three new guests a terrifying smile. “Now, you gonna join us like proper gentlemen, or am I going to have to show you to your seats?” he asked, raising his hand meaningfully.

A shiver ran down their backs and neither Law nor Buffalo argued as Corazon plopped them both in a chair before gingerly taking the spot opposite his brother, grimacing at how sore his legs and back would be after this.

Pleased that her friends were in fact joining the party, Baby 5 instinctively rose to her feet to serve them. A large hand on her shoulder stopped her, though, causing her to look up at Doflamingo inquisitively.

The patriarch smiled down at her, sincerity in his tone. “Now now, I told you the host should serve. The hostess who made all the preparations needs to take a load off and enjoy herself. Let us take care of you for once,” he said, pinching her cheek.

Yes, he’d take care of her, she’d take care of them, and they’d all live together as a big, happy family. What more could anyone want?

@op-secret-santa-2020

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horrorslashergirl · 4 years ago

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The Lurking One: A Shadow Horror Story

Authors Note: Decided to write a story for my newest Slasher OC, Shadow. People seem to really like him, despite him not having a face claim. lol

Warning: 18+ for horror, gore and torture, plus add in trauma

Words: 2.4k words

It was one of these late at night study sessions for the ones that slacked during the year and had to catch up with what they lost; Giula was one of them and she cursed herself for letting her time be filled with sorority activities and parties.

The Northeastern University campus was empty save for the security guard; Guila being the only student who was currently in the library catching up to a project that was due to tomorrow. She could have done it back at the sorority house, but she knew the girls would distract her and tempt her with other activities such as preparing for a college festival that was in two weeks.

Her grades were more important than social activities that would print into her status, not to mention her parents who had a talk with her about the fact that college wasn't a gateway for drinking and hooking up with guys.

Guila sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose, checking the old antique clock of the library.

10:35 PM

Her gaze moved back to the tons of files and books on the wood desk she was sat at. She just finished the project, but she needed to revise it to make sure everything was perfectly done. The grade for this project was important and she wasn't looking for another discussion with her parents and the headmaster.

She will look it over in the morning; she needed to be fresh tomorrow for the presentation and looking like a crackhead in front of the judges wasn't a pro in the book. Putting everything back into her bag neatly, she pulled her hair out of the tight ponytail, letting her auburn locks fall freely down her back, almost to the hips.

Walking out of the library and locking the door; thank God the old library lady was a sweetheart and left the keys for her to close. She walked down the hallways and taking the old victorian ascensor to the low floor. Before she could exit the building she stopped by the cubicle of the security guard, handing him the keys.

"All done for tonight, dear?" Arthur asked, taking the keys and setting them on his desk.

"Well, finally so. I will have to own Mrs. Hariot for leading me the keys to the library." Giula told the old man with a smile.

"Ahhh...She's an angel among here. Trust me, it was her pleasure." he old the girl, sitting back down at his desk, a copy of Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen was on the desk.

"Have a good night without incidents, Sir." Giula told the gentleman guard who nodded.

"Nothing ever happens around here. Kids nowadays don't read books anymore, so I don't think someone will try to break into the library." Arthur joked, making Giulia giggle and nod, although feeling a little by what he said.

"I suppose so. Good night." the girl waved off, stalking towards the exit.

"Likewise, dear!" Arthur called after her, going back to the classic novel.

As she opened the door, a chilly air hit Giulia in the face, making her wrap her arms around herself. It was definitely colder than when she got in the morning here. It was earlier spring, the days warm, but the nights reminding that the winter just recently moved away.

She was wearing a white button-down with dark blue jeans and some ballet flats that made her legs all shaky; her light brown cardigan not helping at all. She couldn't wait to get back to the sorority house and bask in the warmness of her bed and away from the coldness of the night.

It was just a 20 minutes long time walk to the house, but it seemed like much more to her now that she was all alone and shivering like a hairless cat.

Mentally, she cursed her parents for not letting her drive, always scolding her that she wasn't ready. Overly protective parents and their old school mentality always made Giulia feel like she was still a baby. She was 22 and in the second year of college for Christ's sake.

She couldn't wait to finish college and get a job; Oh the dream of having her own apartment and not having to deal with doll-like girls who owned Porches all because of their wealthy daddies. Now thinking more about it, she was the only one who didn't have an overly rich family; maybe the girls kept her because she was the only one who was first to clean a mess, make breakfast when the others were hungover.

The streets were all deserted, none was outside, most people here being locals since birth or college students who basked in cheap beer and gossips at this hour.

This neighbor that gave off hostel-like vibes made her skin be covered in goosebumps, smelling a faint scent of weed, beer and hearing the music blasting from the apartments above. The police wouldn't come to stop the noise, since there was none to be bothered by the hypnotic beat.

Guila could feel eyes on her, but every time she turned around to take a look there was none, just the slight wet streets and alleyways that adored this place. Each time she passed one, she would halt her walking, afraid two big clawed hands will brisk her away into darkness.

She rolled her eyes as a guy from above cat-called her, probably drunk off his ass, and his girlfriend a few feet away from him at the window making out with his best friend.

Boston really was filled up with these types of students, getting great opportunities and throwing said blessing out the window because of blinding hormones, and the idea of being young means I'm indestructible.

'Just 10 more minutes and you will be home.' Giulia thought to herself, but it quickly went off the window as pain shot through her scalp, before she knew it she was dragged into the darkness of an alleyway.

One strong arm wrapped around the middle section of her waist, but the other moved to her neck, feeling the prickle of something cold against her neck; a blade, a knife, something that was indeed sharp.

"Scream and you can say arrivederci to your precious vocal cords." the person that held her spoke, voice raspy and very eerie, definitely a male.

"P-Please...Don't kill me." Giulia whispered, afraid that if she raises her voice too much, he won't keep on his promises.

"Shush now. I heard that line all too many times and it gets very monotonous." the man spoke right by her ear, running what she assumed was a scalpel over her cut, not slitting her throat, but surely making a small cut to show that he wasn't playing games.

She was panicking, her breathing getting more on the hysterical edge, then she did the first thing she could think of. She kicked him in one of his shins, making him groan, but he didn't back off. He did throw her in the opposite direction of the alleyway against the brick wall. Giulia grunted and whimpered as she hit the ground right into a puddle.

Her hazel eyes looked up and she felt terror strick her as he stalked over to her wet and bruised form, like a panther ready to pounce on its prey. She could scream, but the music from the apartments above was so loud she wouldn't have a chance in someone hearing her.

One cold leather-gloved hand wrapped around her neck and he slammed her back into the wall, showing so much strength that got her the image of him snapping her tiny neck like a twig.

"That was some dirty move you put up there, little wench. Although I am a very patient man." he whispered, and now that he was in front of her, she could make out what he looked like.

He was wearing all black, probably a very expensive tailored suit with a scarlet red tie, not even a glimpse of skin was shown. What really caught her attention was his vintage-looking fedora and the creepy raven like a mask.

A doctor purge mask? She heard of them from her brother who was very into history.

"W-Who are you?" Giulia choked, his hand tightening around her throat at the question.

He hummed like he was deep in thought.

"I think the public eye has birthed me as the Shadow." he answered her question.

It took only a few seconds for Giulias eyes to widen and her body to tremble. She heard on the news about him; the unknown brutal killer, never seen, none to survive to tell the story and how they described his murderers on television.

The killer known now as Shadow chuckled at her horrified face.

"Ahhhh....So you heard of me. Good. I hate to explain information to someone who cannot even work their brain enough to avoid someone dangerous." he mused, making the young woman whimper and cry, then she began to swing her legs in an attempt to hurt him.

Only for her head to be slammed multiple times against the brick wall until her vision blacked and she fell on the dirty ground by the pristine black Oxfords he was sporting.

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The lightbulb above flickered to life and Giulia opened her eyes, looking around like a desperate animal caged, or more like chained by her neck, a metal collar digging into the skin of her neck and creating red and purple marks.

Her doe-like eyes looking around and stopped on the black-clad figure.

The Shadow.

"Ahh...I'm glad you're awake. I might think I hit your head too many times on the brick wall. I usually prefer drugging my victims, but you were acting like too much of a mindless animal." he began to spoke so fluently, calm, like everything that was going on was a normal occurrence for him; like discussing the weather over a few drinks.

The man was laying some tools neatly on a metal table; surgical tools, like scalpels, forceps, scissors, retractors, and clamps. Giulia felt a bile form in her throat, starting to tug on the heavy chain that was bounded against the concrete wall; no luck.

"Let m go, you fucker!" she screamed and in an instant, her back meet the cold wall, gloved hand grasping her jaw tightly as the leather beak of the mask brushed against her face.

"You smell putrid, although there is that faint strawberry scent of your perfume." he commented, fingertips digging more into her jaw and making her whimper and sob.

In his free hand, he held a pair of surgical retractors and her eyes widened when he forced her mouth open, one finger pulling her upper lip to expose her pearly white teeth and pink gums.

"You have a nice set of teeth there. I adore your canines especially." he whispered, then he grasped one of her canines with the retractor, tugging on it and forcing a pain-filled scream from Giulia; the next twin teeth following.

Her tears filled eyes looking as he held both canines between black covered fingers.

"Very impeccable indeed." he murmured, going back to the table.

The metallic taste of blood and sterisol filled her mouth, scarlet dripping down her chin.

She knew this was far from over as his thumb run over the shiny scalpel.

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Giulia didn't know how much time has flown; one month, maybe two? She hadn't seen the light of the day in so long and she wished dead would overcome her.

She was in so much pain; the things Shadow did to her. First the canines, then her fingernails went off and when she spat on his mask she thought she was going to die as he poured acidic fluid down her scalp; her beautiful long hair was just a burned memory.

Dead was supposed to come, but the sadist treated her wounds like an expert at the hospital, only to remind her that death was far away from her.

Then the begging, telling him what she will do anything, even getting on her knees and possibly giving him new ideas. His words were absolute humiliation.

"I know what you're implying, ignorant wench." he told her as his gloved hands were running down her naked hips, then he left her.

"I'm not a rapist, darling. Never found any fascination with taking someone against their own will in that way. I prefer my slave to be willing, but you're not. So I advise next time you keep these sick fantasies to yourself." he told her, mocking and making her feel even more stupid.

She caught glimpses of him doing awful things to the other girls; one of them skinned alive and every muscle on full display.

"You're just too perfect, aren't you?" he told Giulia, making her a confused mess.

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She did manage to trick him when he was busy piercing her earlobes multiple types, having to bite her tongue as she stole the keys to her chains.

Then when he found her moving down the hallways; she almost got her leg blown off when he used a shotgun after her. She had opened the door to the exit and was meet with the night. Running through the forest, looking behind her over and over.

Her luck was finally getting to the principal road and a car passed by, getting in, and again she was in danger. The old man tried to rape her, but she was brave enough to jump out of the car when they were in town.

After 30 minutes of limping around the streets, she finally spotted a police car that was patrolling.

Interrogations followed, but she always spoke the same words, too traumatized by the events.

'He is tall and in all black. He doesn't seem human. No human could do this. He pulled all her skin off like she was a rabbit. His voice, makes me wanna throw up, it's so raspy it makes me wanna be deaf so I cannot hear it anymore in my head. What he did to the other girls...I cannot describe. He said that I'm perfect. What was that supposed to mean?'

Her parents were devasted when they found out about everything that happened and her mother fell on her knees crying over and over when she finally saw Giulia face to face.

The worst was that she could no longer be let on her own; nightmares, voices, aggressive outbursts, and feeling like she was constantly followed. She was scared of her own shadow.

When the police found the whereabouts of where Giulia was held everything was gone, not even a spot of blood like there was none there in the first place.

Why clean it all up if Shadow wanted the bodies to be found in the first place?

Needless to say...Nights in Boston weren't safe anymore.

#The Shadow #Serial Killer #Salem #Boston #Horror story #creepy story #original characters #slasher oc

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Catra works at Burger King pt 4 (final)

AO3

art by https://twitter.com/butterflymotif/status/1265595618686316546

Adora had been chasing Catra as long as she could remember.

Even back at the orphanage, when she first laid eyes on the girl with the mismatched eyes she was instantly drawn to her. Catra hadn't trusted Adora at first, lashing out and scratching her when she got too close. But after weeks of persistence and giving her food, she had earned the brunette’s adorable smiles, her laughter and her warmth. When she cried Adora would comfort her, when she was scared she would hold her hand. Catra's affection was a precious jewel, and Adora was proud at the fact being the only one in the world to earn it.

Adora worked hard to protect that smile. She would defend her from the other kids in the orphanage, as well as the adults who treated her badly. This never changed even when they had gone together to Shadow Weaver's foster home.

Until they were separated.

When they met again, Catra was older, more tired, prickly and had a permanent scowl on her face. The world had been so cruel to her that being in a constant state of starvation and overwork had become her new normal. Although the other girl didn’t see anything wrong with it, Adora was determined to help, even if Catra called it her hero complex.

Food had worked the first time, as well as being a steady presence by her side. If she had kept it up, perhaps they wouldn't have been brutally separated when they were in middle school.

Adora wanted to smother her with everything she had.

She wanted to hold her hand again, she wanted to spoil her, she wanted to spend every moment with her. But like she did when they were kids Catra was hostile, only accepting Adora's love with a price.

Whenever she tried to get closer to her she was met with disgust and anger. Catra spurned every single one of her advances, but she refused to give up.

Two steps forward, one step back. She visited the Burger King every day, trying to win her over bit by bit. Adora was dumb and in love, spurred on by this second chance. She would eat all the nuggets in the world to get Catra to talk to her again. Even just to look in her direction. If she had confessed straight out, no doubt she'd either be clawed to death or have a restraining order put on her. This was Catra they were talking about, so she just needed to needle her way into her life first.

Baby steps.

'How about we be friends again ?'

---

The party she had worked so hard to plan for Catra was a disaster.

The atmosphere between them was worse than back when they weren't friends. It was suffocating. She used to be able to make Catra smile even if it was just a smirk, but now she couldn’t break through the

Catra stopped joining them at lunchtime, and like Adora always did, she went looking for her.

The brunette was sitting by herself in the school courtyard, sleeping softly on a bench behind a tree. Her breaths were slow as she breathed in and out, her eyebags a deep bruising purple. She seemed bonier now, all the progress Adora had made to feed her being undone before her eyes. Catra shivers a bit in her sleep, crinkling her nose at the cold breeze.

Adora quietly sits next to her, taking over her jacket to drape over the other girl. Catra sniffles awake at this, rubbing her red rimmed eyes. They were always a gorgeous colour, contrasting yellow and blue.

Catra’s so pretty, she thinks, not for the first time. Adora diligently kept a collection of candid photos of Catra’s smiles when she wasn’t looking. Pictures of Catra cooking her dinner, of her in her cute apron at Burger King, her furious blush when she teased her too hard, her nervous smile when she tried to get along with her friends. Catra’s constellation of freckles and the softness of her hair never failed to fill her with adoration.

Catra startles when she sees Adora, clutching at the jacket. It looks huge on her tiny frame, like a blanket. She stifles a sigh, an expression that Adora can’t decipher on her face.

What are you thinking about? Adora wants to ask, but knows Catra won't answer.

‘Did you eat lunch?’ She asks instead, hoping the bag of food she had given her was enough to tide her over for a few weeks at least.

Catra tenses. ‘I already ate.’ Adora knows she’s lying.

‘Your skin is pale. I’ll come to your house tonight and we can cook together.’ Catra shakes her head, palm up. ‘Scorpia … asked for some tutoring help. So I can’t tonight.’

A pang of jealousy spikes through Adora. She shakes it off, trying again.

'Then how about tomorrow?' The blonde asks, a tad desperately.

'Geez.. Just stay at your mansion where you belong okay?' Catra replies, her head in her hands. She sounded tired, a deep set kind of exhaustion that went all the way to her bones. 'You shouldn't be seen hanging out in a place like that. It doesn't suit you.'

'But I don't mind-'

'-But I do okay, just please drop it.'

The bell rings signalling the end of their lunch break. Catra turns away to stumble to class as Adora chides herself for just making it worse. She sees Scorpia waiting for her friend outside the school building, waving. When Catra sees Scorpia her hunched shoulders relax, just by a bit. That ugly feeling of possessiveness returns as the taller girl returns to her side, like she belongs there.

Rely on me instead.

She remembers Catra’s distant laugh from that night when Scorpia spun her around.

Laugh for me like that.

It was a mistake to bring Catra to her house. She thought Catra deserved to be spoiled for a day, she wanted to give her the entire world. Clearly all that did was make Catra abhor her and her ridiculous amount of wealth.

Her eyes were dark with grief and blurred with the effects of alcohol. She had thought Catra had just wanted to make out with someone, anyone, to forget and that Adora was just the closest and most convenient at the time. If she hadn’t pried her off Scorpia, the taller more muscular girl would’ve been the one being pushed into the bed instead. The excessive drinking, the smoking, a one night stand, they were all ways of her trying to self harm. Catra had the eyes of someone who wanted to punish herself, the weight of the world crushing her. It wasn't right to continue when she was self destructing in that state. So why did her heart hurt feel so broken rejecting Catra back then?

Even though they had kissed, Catra never said anything about liking her. She had even confirmed it that night that she was just upset and drunk, so she refused to jump to conclusions. Hell, it was even a stretch for Catra to think of her as a real friend. She knew Catra regretted kissing her, as when she woke up the morning afterwards she was gone. Adora waited patiently for Catra to say something on her own terms when she was sober, but she never did.

Catra seemed so stressed from losing her job she didn't want to press her for answers to her feelings. Instead Catra shut her out, and she was on the other side of this metaphoric wall. Nothing Adora said reached her, everything she said just seemed to piss her off. She couldn’t help but feel like she was getting replaced by Scorpia, the only one who really understood her class struggle. Adora loathed her own privilege and social class, what was she supposed to do with this great divide between them? There was no way Catra liked her, she knew the other girl secretly despised her for a whole laundry list of reasons. She clung onto this fabricated friendship, desperate for any connection between them even if it was transactional.

So when graduation arrived, the scholarship became another reason for Catra to hate her. Her fears were confirmed when Catra announced the ending of their friendship. To rub salt into the wound, Catra hadn’t even listed Eternia as a preference even back when they were friends. Catra never planned to be by her side long term. It was just Adora getting ahead of herself, and she never felt more idiotic. If she hadn’t had her birthday at her workplace, maybe Catra wouldn’t have been let go. If she hadn’t brought her to her house that night then Catra wouldn’t be falling apart like this. She could see why Catra resented her guts, but even now was kind enough to let her down gently.

‘I never saw you as a friend.’

So she was right. Even though she had stupidly hoped somewhere along the line Catra liked her even platonically. But Catra had just faked tolerating her this whole time in exchange for groceries.

Wait, is this about the night of the party?

Did she want payback for what she did? The bruise that had formed on Catra’s face had stayed for days from Adora’s gym rat induced brute strength. She remembers watching Catra nurse her cheek for days afterward, guilt suffocating Adora’s lungs. Anyone would still be mad after being hit by that much force. If Catra wanted a punching bag, she'd do it.

'If that's what you want I'll give it!'

It was the least she could do after all the misfortune she had brought on her. Even though she loved her this much…

So when Catra pinned her against a tree, she expected to be at the very least slapped like Adora did to her at the party. It was what she deserved, after all. She braces herself to be hit, hoping it would be over quickly.

‘Chill out, I’m not that evil to do it to someone so unwilling.’

Adora opens her eyes in confusion, surprised that she hadn’t been pummelled to a pulp. Do what? She never does get her answer as Angella drags her off to go celebrate her graduation.

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When Adora drops to her knees in Catra’s vacated garage, her old friend’s words bounce around her head. The bag of groceries lay at her feet, untouched.

You were just a meal ticket to me.

So Catra had kept up this facade for her? For nothing in return? Adora spent a good half hour there just sobbing over a bag of canned food and wilted produce. She’s not proud to say she cried the whole drive home, too. Adora takes out her phone from her back pocket when she arrives home, and she quickly scrolls through her contacts.

'Hello?'

'Scorpia! Can you tell me where Catra is?!'

There's a stretch of silence while Adora is trying to level out her heavy breathing in the receiver.

'...I'm sorry but I can't tell you anything .'

Her breath catches in her throat. 'So you do know! I'm begging you-'

'Please don't call this number again.

Take care, Adora.'

Scorpia hangs up, and Adora stares at her phone in disbelief. She presses the call button again, but it rings twice before the call drops and goes straight to voicemail. Well of course her rival in love wouldn’t hand out her crush’s number. Adora wasn’t sure what she expected.

Annoyed, she decides to text Perfuma.

Adora:

Hey what's scorpias address????

Perfuma:

oh hey Adora

Sorry, Scorpia's asked me not to tell you

Adora:

PLEASE I need to talk to catra

Perfuma:

I'm sorry :/

If catra wants to be left alone you should respect that

If she wants to see you again she will

‘What the hell happened to you?’ Glimmer says incredulously, watching her adopted sister sob on the kitchen floor in a pile of rotting fruit and vegetables.

‘She left.’ Adora replies. Glimmer looks confused, but when she sees the green bag she seems to understand the implication. The pink haired girl drops to her knees to comfort her.

‘What happened?’

Adora fills her in with the details of that night leading up all the way until an hour ago, and her friend’s eyes grow wider with every passing sentence.

‘Wait, you guys hooked up? WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME!?’ Glimmer shrieks. ‘So that’s why Catra had that mark on her face!’

Before she can say anything, Bow enters the kitchen holding a plate of snacks.

‘What are you guys yelling about?’

‘BOW! ADORA AND CATRA MADE OUT AND ADORA SLAPPED HER AND NOW CATRA’S MOVED OUT OF THAT DINGY BASEMENT THING SHE LIVED IN AND THAT’S WHY THEY’VE BEEN SO WEIRD!’ Glimmer shouts.

‘You guys what!? Adora!’ Bow gasped, scandalized.

‘Why am I the one getting yelled at?’ Adora asks, somewhat offended.

‘You’re killing me.’ Glimmer sobs, banging her fist into the pillow. ‘How are you our honour student while being this stupid?’

‘Oi.’ Adora frowns.

‘She wasn’t going to hit you! It’s obvious she was trying to kiss you! ’

Adora freezes, her entire world crashing down at that sentence. What?

‘No way. She clearly hates me. I think.’

Glimmer groans loudly. ‘She obviously likes you! You guys kissed twice and you still act like this?! Pay me back for my wingwoman services!’

Bow gently places a comforting hand on his girlfriend’s shoulder. ‘Calm down Glimmer. Catra clearly left for other reasons that can’t so easily be fixed. Even if it’s true, it won’t change things now.’

Glimmer pouts solemnly, while Adora is still trying to process what they both said.

‘Even so, I have to try at least.’ The blonde says with conviction.

When Perfuma gets back from her post graduation Euro trip, Adora tells her the entire story. Perfuma listens, and after a lot of convincing she reluctantly hands over Scorpia’s address. But by the time she bangs on Scorpia’s door, she is too late.

Catra had disappeared, once again. Her confession goes unsaid.

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Adora hadn't been able to answer her properly, back then when they were in high school.

She had been so caught up in the euphoria of befriending Catra again, she had been ignorant to how the other girl had been feeling. She had always taken the brunette’s words at face value, instead of reading between the lines. If Glimmer was right, and Catra did like her back she would do anything to never hurt her again.

Adora was now in her second year at Eternia University, studying politics like she had said she would. The first year passed by uneventfully, even though she did still do a double take every time she saw a mop of wild brunette hair in the crowd.

She moved out of Angella’s house to room in the dorms later that same year. Although she was grateful for everything her adoptive mother did, she knew she had to make it out on her own instead of piggybacking off her wealth. And perhaps if she ever saw Catra again, she wouldn’t use their class difference as an excuse not to be with her.

By coincidence, she bumps into Frosta on her way to her lectures. She hadn’t seen the other girl since she had handed her school captain badge to her.

‘Adora! How have you been?’ The shorter girl asks as they move away from the crowd on campus.

They agree to get coffee together to chat about their majors and catch up. She had an hour to kill before her next lecture so she might as well slot in her social life. They sit by a nice cozy spot near the window, and Frosta orders a cookie and a hot chocolate while Adora gets a caramel macchiato.

‘Congrats on getting a full ride here by the way.’ Frosta says through bites. ‘Wouldn’t accept any less from our former school captain.’

‘No, I don’t deserve that.’ Adora waves her hand dismissively, she never really did like talking about the scholarship. ‘I mean you’re the youngest person to graduate in our school, it’s impressive you skipped that many grades.’

Frosta just spins the teaspoon in her hot chocolate bashfully. ‘Oh yeah speaking of, you still talk to anyone from high school?’

‘...Mostly everyone.’ Adora looks sadly into her coffee cup. ‘Everyone... except Catra.’

‘Really? Well should’ve expected that, she always was the feisty loner type.’ Frosta replies. ‘You know I saw her working at Target the other day. Check-out chick and all. She didn’t even say hi to me, so rude.’

‘You what? You saw her?!’ Adora almost spills her coffee slamming the table with both of her hands. ‘Where!? ’

Frosta raises an eyebrow at the violent reaction. ‘Uh, at Target, like I said. The Elberon branch. Should be like 40 minutes from here in the other direction.’

‘I’m so sorry Frosta, but I have to go now.’ Adora says frantically, rummaging through her purse and slamming down a $20 note on the table. ‘It’s on me!’

Frosta looks at her, bewildered. ‘But you didn’t even finish your coffee-’

‘I’ll text you!’ She shouts over her shoulder, breaking into a sprint and slamming the shop door open. ‘There’s something I absolutely must do!’ The younger girl just stares after her, watching her run outside the coffee shop.

Adora races over to her car, looking up directions to Elberon and inputting it into her GPS.

She hits the gas, screeching out of the campus car park and absolutely flooring it. The blonde is borderline speeding at this point, her heart pounding in her chest.

It’s been a year and a half since she’s seen Catra.

She hopes things will be different this time. The world didn’t carelessly give out third chances. Adora had already blown it back when she was young and stupid, and perhaps she still was that, but no way was she hurting her again.

Her heart falls when she doesn’t spot Catra anywhere. Well of course, she probably wasn’t on shift now. Adora waits around awkwardly, panicking. What if she had gotten the wrong store? Was there another Target in Elberon? Did Frosta see someone that just looked like Catra? Adora loiters around the store for another half hour, debating if she should just suck it up and ask a worker without looking creepy.

She’s in the middle of texting Frosta when she hears the back door of the staff room open.

‘Hey, where did you want this?’

That was Catra’s voice! Adora instinctively hides behind the toy aisle, hands over her mouth. Her heart thuds, hands shaking with nerves. She peers behind the shelf, still hiding cautiously.

Catra had cut her hair. It was cropped into a pixie cut, curled around her neck. Adora’s stomach swoops at the sight, she looked even more gorgeous than she remembered.

Her old friend bends over to place the cardboard box down and Adora can’t help but oogle

at her butt when she does. She peeks at her from behind the toys, watching Catra in her now red uniform open up the register and count the till. A few shoppers start queueing up with their trolleys full of items, waiting for their purchases to be scanned.

Adora grabs the nearest plushie and holds it over her face, lining up behind a few customers. She didn’t know why she was acting so nervous, anxiously tapping her foot on the floor to the ire of the old lady in front of her. Her heart was racing in her chest, her pulse going a mile a minute.

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally gets to the front. Her palms are sweating.

Catra hadn’t looked up yet, still scanning the plush doll. Her eyes flicker upwards, and her face drops. She looks like she’s seen a ghost.

‘Hey Catra.’ Adora says sheepishly.

Her old friend’s face drains of all colour, she’s white as a sheet. Her hands shake around the scanner.

‘Uh, hey.’ Catra says, and she can’t meet her eye. She swallows. ‘How have you been?’

Adora brightens, thrilled that she was actually having a conversation with the other girl. It had been too long. ‘I’m fine now, that I get to see you again! I didn’t get to answer you properly back then and I’m so sorry-’

‘Good, good. So that’ll be $5.99.’ Catra replies back robotically, cutting off her rambling. ‘Card or cash?’

‘Um.’ Disappointment sinks to the bottom of her stomach. She fumbles for her wallet, patting down the pockets in her jeans until she realized girls pants don't have pockets and shoot she had left it in the car.

The people behind her frown at her for holding up the line, annoyed that she hadn’t even brought money to buy her children’s toy.

She starts sweating, laughing nervously. ‘Uh, I think I left my wallet in the car...’

‘I’m happy to hold on to that item for you at the back for you to collect.’ Catra responds, her customer service smile unwavering.

Adora shakes her head. ‘Actually, I didn’t come here to buy this. I just needed to talk to you.’

Catra’s eyes widen by just a fraction, then narrow. Don’t make a scene, her expression says.

‘Uh, that is not necessary, if you aren’t going to make a purchase..’

She grabs Catra's wrist, that was now trembling so badly that the brunette couldn't so much as shake her off. If she let go now, she might never get this chance again.

‘I know I’m a couple years too late but-’

‘To please leave the store-’

‘ CATRA I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU! ’ Adora blurts, loud enough for the people in the next aisles to stop what they were doing to stare at her. The shoppers in line gape at the audacity.

Catra’s jaw had dropped in shock, her entire face now matching the red of her uniform. The brunette’s furious blush reached all the way to her neck. Hope burned anew in her chest.

A tan skinned woman with white hair, Netossa , her name tag reads- appears behind Adora.

‘Dear customer, please refrain from bothering our staff members.’

‘Sorry but I really have to talk to her!’ Adora pleads, but Catra’s manager is unrelenting. She starts escorting her out despite her protests. Adora struggles but Netossa’s grip is firm.

‘CATRA I’LL WAIT FOR YOU UNTIL YOUR SHIFT IS OVER!’ Adora calls over her shoulder.

The other shoppers side eye each other and decide to head to the self serve checkout. Less drama. Catra’s assistant manager walks over, concerned. ‘Did you need me to call security?’ Spinnerella asks kindly.

She shakes her head, embarrassed. ‘No, uh. That’s just my stalker, she follows me to every job I have.’

Netossa walks back over in time to hear that comment. ‘Dude, that’s kind of messed up.’

‘I wish my stalkers were that cute.’ Spinnerella grins. Netossa just glares at her. ‘I mean you are, dear.’

Netossa sighs. ‘Hey, kitty. If you need to go patch up things with your ex, I’ll let you clock out just this once. But you owe me.’

Catra blushes. ‘She’s not my ex. Adora is...she was...’ ‘A sex friend?’

‘No! Uh, she was kinda-sort of, my enemy slash friend in highschool. It’s very complicated.’

‘Oh my gosh, you guys are so pure.’ Spinnerella says, eyes shining. ‘Such passionate young love.’ Catra physically cringes at the insinuation.

‘Oh, stop teasing her.’ Netossa chides. Her wife just giggles into her palm. ‘You can go to your ‘enemy slash friend’ now. Just tell us the tea afterwards.’

‘Thanks.’ Catra blurts out as she snatches the plush toy off the counter. ‘I’ll just be taking this.’

‘That’s going off your paycheck, young lady!’ Netossa calls out to her receding figure.

----

‘Hey Adora.’ Catra says, looking down at the crouched figure outside the Target. Her old ‘friend’ looks up, and her whole face lights up like the sun. It had been so long since that look had been directed at her. Being away from Adora was like the world had lost its colours and sound. No matter what she did, with Adora or without, her heart always hurt. It was time to face her, head on.

‘You really don’t give up, do you.’ Catra deadpans.

‘Nope, cause I’m crazy for you.’ Adora replies, grinning. She does a little peace sign.

‘What the fuck.’

Adora just dazedly smiles at her. ‘It’s true. I would’ve waited forever for you.’

Catra blushes again, bristling. ‘Idiot.’ She says, throwing the stuffed bear at her. ‘Here’s the dumb plushie you wanted.’

Adora catches it in awe. ‘Catra, you didn’t have to-’

She rolls her eyes. ‘Whatever, I can afford it now. Plus employees get a 5% discount.’

‘Really?! I’m so glad!’

Catra frowns. ‘It’s only 5%.’

‘Not that, but you’re doing better now, right?’

‘Uh yeah. Turns out Shadow Weaver was sitting on a pile of death insurance money that she never gave me.’ Catra’s lip curls, grinning at the memory. ‘As soon as I got to uni and learnt exactly how to take her down, I represented myself as my own lawyer and sued the shit out of her in court. It was a great subject for my dissertation.’

‘That’s amazing.’ Adora says in awe. ‘You finally did it.’

‘I said what I said.’

‘Where did you go, after graduation? I looked for you everywhere.’

‘I crashed at Scorpia’s until I moved out.’

Adora bites her lip, jealousy clear on her face.

Catra raises an eyebrow. ‘Don’t look like that. She’s dating Perfuma now, anyway.’

‘Oh thank god.’ She sighs in relief. ‘I would’ve really embarrassed myself out there if you weren’t single.’

‘You did embarrass yourself.’

‘Wait, are you dating someone? Oh I should’ve expected that, since you’re so hot.’

‘What? No, you dummy!’ Catra smacks Adora’s forehead. ‘Guess some things never change about you.’

‘Hey, let me come over.’ Adora wheedles. ‘I missed my lecture today because I wanted to meet you so bad.’

Catra hesitates, they both know how badly last time turned out. But Catra was different now. She was no longer at the bottom of society, she had her own apartment, she had a job, she no longer had to be ashamed. Maybe it was time to stop running.

She nods.

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‘Wow this place is nice!’ Adora crows, admiring the now clean and minimalistic apartment. It was decorated with new furniture that didn’t look second hand. There was a full kitchen, two bedrooms and two bathrooms. ‘I live with 3 roommates now, so it’s definitely not as nice as this apartment!’

So she finally moved out of that mansion, huh? Catra thinks to herself.

‘Thanks, it’s fully paid off. Shadow Weaver had a fat bank account that I liberated her from.’ Catra replies. ‘Abuse charges, court fees, pocketing the foster care welfare checks, taking insurance money, it all really adds up. I used most of it to help out the other foster kids though.’

Adora sidles up to her, beaming in admiration. ‘You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met, you know that right?’ Suddenly she was close, too close. She can only hear their erratic breathing syncing within the confines of the apartment.

‘I-um.’ Catra stutters. The blonde pins her to the wall, eyes shining brightly in the lowlights of the apartment. It mirrored the way Catra had done the same to her on that tree during graduation.

‘I love you.’ Adora says, and she’s sincere. It makes Catra shrivel in embarrassment and her hands curl. ‘I love you. I love-’

‘Jeez, I get it!’ Catra cries out, if Adora whispers it any more into her ear she is going to explode. ‘How many more times are you gonna say it?’

‘Until you believe me.’ Adora grins. ‘I’ve thought it so many times that I just have to let them all out now. How about you?’

Dammit. Even after all this time apart, the feelings came back in full force like they never left. Adora was always engraved into every corner of her scarred heart no matter how many times she tried to scrub her out. The words that she never got to say that night bubble back up to the surface.

‘Of course I love you, idiot.’ Catra says, unbearably shy. ‘I always have.’

Adora lights up like a christmas tree, practically giddy from this confession. It makes Catra’s heart feel full.

‘I loved you longer than that!’ Adora boasts, cockily pointing at her chest.

‘What? No you didn’t.’ Catra couldn’t believe this. Not with the way Adora rejected her nearly two years ago.

‘Uh, yes I did! Ever since we met.’ Adora argues.

‘In high school?’

‘No, since we were like, eight! Why the hell do you think I chased you around all these years? I was practically sexting you in our final year!’ Adora protests.

‘Wha-’ All this information was new to her. That long? ‘But, the kiss- you rejected me.’

‘No! I thought you hated me and wanted to hit me. I had no idea you liked me, even a little bit. You never said anything.’

Catra looked at her dumbly, Adora’s words seemed genuine. The blonde never was a mind reader, obviously taking Catra’s tsundere facade as her real feelings.

‘Guess we’re both stupid then.’ Catra huffs out a laugh. They had both been running around in circles this whole time, each thinking that they were the ones doing the chasing.

Adora smiles. ‘Let’s redo it then.’

‘Hm?’

‘We’ve already kissed twice, but let’s do it for real.’ Adora says, her voice low and husky. Catra’s pulse spikes again as the blonde cups her cheek. She places a shivering hand over the blonde’s wrist.

‘Do it.’ Catra purrs back.

They finally kiss, and this time they were both sober. Catra and Adora both grin stupidly into it, dissolving into giggles before capturing each other's lips again and again.

Adora had finally caught her, and she wasn’t letting go.

#she-ra #spop #she ra #catradora #catra #adora #burger king au

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atths--twice · 4 years ago

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Chapter Nine 9/9

The Kosher Deli December 25, 2017 One week later

Mulder looked up from an email from Cera, as the bells on the door jingled, announcing an arrival. It was not Scully, but an older man and a little girl wearing hot pink furry earmuffs and a matching coat. They walked past him and he watched them approach the counter, smiling as the girl looked at all the cookies, as she decided on which one she wanted to buy.

He looked back down at his phone, at the photos she had sent over and he shook his head. The night she had been attacked in the amusement park, she had captured pictures of Elinor, unbeknownst to her until a couple of days later.

Elinor had not appeared as a ghost, but as a slightly out of focus person, getting clearer the closer she came to Cera. Not an angel in a graveyard, but a vengeful woman in her wedding dress. Mulder shook his head at the physical proof of an apparition that he held in his hand and all he could think was that it had nearly cost Scully her life. Not worth it.

Nothing was worth that.

“Hey,” Scully said, suddenly beside him and he jumped as he turned to look at her, locking his phone and putting it into his pocket. “Scare you?” She smiled as she sat down carefully, taking a chip from the bag in front of him.

“What have I been telling you for the past few days? I don’t get scared, remember?” he lied, his heart racing in his chest.

“Hmm,” she hummed, eating the chip and taking another. “Couldn’t wait for me?”

“You said twenty minutes and it’s been... at least thirty. So, I needed something to tide me over.”

“I believe the new established understanding is, if it’s longer than twenty minutes, bacon is involved. All the bacon.”

“Jewish deli, Scully,” he quipped, looking around and she laughed softly.

“Touché,” she said as she stood up just as carefully as she had sat down, brushing off her hands, and sliding off her coat and leaving it on her chair. “I’ll go order for us, you wait here and keep the table.” She stared at him and he raised an eyebrow. “Pastrami on rye, extra mustard, pickle on the side.” He kept staring and she smiled. “Coleslaw, unless the potato salad looks homemade.”

“Ahhh, Scully…” he said, more than a little aroused.

“Twenty five years, Mulder,” she said, shrugging and walking away.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “Twenty five years.”

He sighed as he watched her waiting in line, seeing her unconsciously rubbing gently at her chest. Knowing it was the ache of the bruises that covered the skin beneath the black sweater she wore, he shook his head, rubbing at his mouth.

They had only arrived home yesterday afternoon, after Scully had spent a couple of days in the hospital, making sure she was all right after nearly dying at the Boudreaux house. The ambulance had arrived not long after she had passed out and taken her to a hospital nearby, him following behind in the car.

He had not been allowed back until she was in a room, no matter how he had raged or flashed his badge. When he had finally been allowed back, he had walked into her room, believing she was asleep and causing him to pause in the doorway. But then she had opened her eyes and reached her hand out to him. He had walked over to her, grasping her hand and kissing her forehead, before resting his against hers.

“Thank you,” she had whispered, her thumb rubbing over the top of his hand.

“Scully,” he had whispered, pulling back to look at her.

“Stay with me. Don’t leave.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” She had tugged at his hand, trying to move over, groaning as she did. “Hey… careful. Let me help you.”

He had helped her shift over a bit, took off his shoes and suit jacket, and slid beneath the blankets beside her. Lying on their sides, she had nestled into him, his arms wrapped around her, and her hand grasping at his shirt.

“Mulder…” she had sighed, her breath warm against his neck, falling asleep almost instantly.

In the next few days, she had quite a few visitors for someone who knew no one in the area. Sheriff Lavonne had come to take their statement and her eyes had flicked to Mulder’s as he stood in the corner of the room, listening to her doctored version of events.

She had already told him what had happened, or what she thought had happened, shaking her head as she had said she did not know what was real or imagined.

“You think you imagined it, Scully?” he had asked, and she shook her head with a sigh.

“I don’t know, Mulder.” She had looked at him with a shrug, looking down as she rubbed the blanket between her fingers. “How can I explain to others that I believe I was trapped inside of a mirror with a woman who died over 150 years ago? I can barely comprehend it. How can I explain that without ending up in the psych ward?”

To that question, he had no answer.

Arielle, Davis, Cera, and Adam had come to see them, eager to tell their story of what had happened.

The four of them had met up, sharing the stories each had heard over the years concerning Elinor and Mary. When they had hit a dead end, they had done the same as Mulder, scouring past records for any information. They had called family members, friends, and friends of friends, asking if anyone they knew had ever mentioned or knew of stories related to Mary and Elinor.

They had found a person related to James Cormier, a man who had heard his mother tell stories that she had heard about lost loves and being sure to choose the right person as your life partner. To never settle for the most beautiful or wealthy because both will fade. But love, it lasts and remains forever, no matter a person's social standing.

“Better to be poor and happy than rich and miserable,” Arielle had said and the others had agreed, but then debated that being happy and a bit rich would not be so bad. They had all laughed and then they continued the story.

After they had spoken to Reese, James’s distant relative, they knew what they needed to do.

“Truth be told,” Davis had said, shaking his head. “The minute Arielle showed me the pictures Cera had taken a few years ago, I knew what we had to do, but I was terrified to actually do it.”

“I was too,” Arielle had said, taking his hand and looking at him with a nod. “I felt nauseous at the thought of even being there. But then, we went and saw Farrah and Tyler in the hospital, something I had been unable to do until then, and I wasn’t scared anymore. I was fucking pissed.” Davis had nodded in agreement, clenching his jaw.

They had driven out, stopping at a hardware store for sledgehammers and protective eye goggles, gaining curious looks, but no comments from the gum chewing young girl who had rung up four people buying such items in the middle of a storm.

When they had pulled up to the church, Arielle and Davis both had a moment of hesitation, breathing hard and shaking in the pouring rain.

“But then Cera…” Arielle had said, tears in her eyes as she reached for her friend’s hand. “She grabbed my hand and that was all I needed. She nodded and we walked together in the rain, determined to end it.”

Knowing exactly where it was, Cera leading them, still holding Arielle’s hand, they had each taken a sledgehammer and put on their goggles, lightning flashing and the rain making it harder to see, but not impossible to get their task finished.

Simultaneously, they had hit Elinor’s headstone and the large statue of Mary that had been ordered to be erected there by Mary’s mother Elizabeth, years after Mary’s death.

“Hany, the slave girl who had been befriended by Mary, had also been entrusted with letters Mary had written when she was the most ill regarding her concerns about Elinor, that were to be given to her mother after Mary’s father had died,” Adam had explained. “Mary did not like her father and he did not seem to care for her either. After his death, Hany came back to that house she had lived in as a slave, and told the truth she had kept secret for years. Mary’s mother had the statue made as a sense of revenge: that Mary would always be there no matter where Elinor was. So… that bitch had to come down.” The other three had nodded vigorously and Mulder had looked at Scully, impressed by the little group of badasses.

Not stopping until both were piles of rubble, they had fallen to the ground, everyone but Adam crying, feeling free, the rain washing them clean.

“I didn’t even feel cold,” Arielle had said, crying and wiping her eyes. “For the first time in nearly two months, in the pouring rain, I didn’t feel cold.” She had looked at Mulder and he had nodded with a smile before glancing at Scully. She had wiped at her own eyes and looked at him, understanding that their actions had not only saved them, but had been what saved her as well.

When Scully had been released from the hospital, they had gone to see Farrah and Tyler, who were now awake and making a slow recovery, much to Doctor Audrey’s relief.

“It’s going to take a long time for them to heal,” Scully had said, taking a deep breath as they walked down the hallway, slowing her steps for a second. Taking another deep breath, she had placed her hand on her chest, giving him a nod. “I’m okay. Just some bruising.” He had stared at her, knowing he had been the one to put the bruises there, in his desperate attempt to keep her heart beating, and she had shaken her head.

“I’ll take the bruises over the alternative any day,” she had said softly and he had nodded, placing his hand on the small of her back as they had continued out of the hospital.

“Food should be up soon,” she said, sitting beside him, pulling him from his thoughts.

“Great, I’m starving.”

“Maybe this will help tide you over until then?” she asked with a smile, placing a black and white cookie in front of him on a napkin. He nodded as he looked at it, breaking it in half horizontally, two pieces of equal amount of both colors.

“Look to the cookie, Elaine. Look to the cookie,” he said, quoting Seinfeld and he handed her half. She laughed and nodded as she took a bite and he did the same.

“Order for Fox? Fox, your order is ready!”

“Really?” he asked, staring at her and shaking his head. She shrugged, not meeting his eyes until he started to get up and she looked at him, her eyes shining. “I’ll remember this, Miss Scully, mark my words.”

“I’m sure you will… Fox,” she giggled and he shook his head with a smile as he walked up to the counter.

“Fox?” the girl at the counter asked.

“Yeah, that’s me,” he muttered, and she nodded, sliding their tray of food toward him.

“Thank you for coming in today, Fox. And Merry Christmas!” He looked at her and nodded.

“Happy Holidays to you,” he said, picking up the tray and turning around. He shook his head as he saw Scully grinning at him as he walked back to their table.

“Did you get the food okay then, Fox?”

“You best watch it,” he said, setting the tray down as she took their plates off of it, and he moved the tray to the side.

They ate in silence, sharing food back and forth as they always had, and he found comfort in the comfortable. Glancing at her as she stopped eating to take a deep breath, he shook his head needing to tell her something that had been on his mind.

“I know I’ve joked that I don’t get scared anymore,” he said quietly, setting his sandwich down, and wiping his hands clean. “But… I was more scared than I have ever been when I couldn’t bring you around. You were so cold-”

“Mulder-”

“I thought I’d lost you, Scully. I really did.”

“Your panic face was showing?” she teased and he looked at her, his expression serious.

“I’m not joking. I’m not-”

“Mulder,” she said quietly, covering his hand with her own and squeezing his fingers. “I know. I… I was scared too. Very scared.” He nodded as he looked into her eyes and they spoke the best way they knew how; silently. He squeezed her hand with a deep sigh and a nod and she squeezed back.

Not saying anything further, words unnecessary, they sat quietly holding hands, in a busy Jewish deli on Christmas afternoon, her head resting on his shoulder, as life bustled on around them.

#XFCase2020 #The X-Files #XF Fanfic #New Case #Coming Home #Christmas together #Sitting together as the world carries on

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itsthe-neo-zone · 4 years ago

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Wands and potions: NCT Dream & WayV

Please read the Masterlist before continuing ahead with the upcoming chapter. Thank you.

A/N: I apologize for taking so long to post (im a mess) but i had some issues to deal with, personal things at home and some family members were feeling sick so things were a mess, as always I hope you enjoy the chapter and I’ll try to get back on track. I’m sorry if my posts aren’t up to the standard I usually output in.

Chapter 17:

[Lyra’s Pov]

[10th Jan 2005]

The first memory I had of my parents was a fight. It was one of my earliest. And one id never forget. The shouts and screams being thrown about. It was hazy and only when I began whimpering and crying weakly the blond male lifted me up into his hold. His cold icy eyes warming up for me. Melting the frozen glacier of cerulean into a deep royal navy.

I’ve been hidden from everyone and anyone around me for their safety and their status in the social wizarding world. I was a child that wasn’t ever supposed to be born and it was hurtful the longer the secret was kept. Whilst my siblings were given all the love and care in the world, lived to be around them in a comforting lovable world. I was left to be brought up by myself. Alone.

[06:18PM]

“You deserve to know, and I deserve to be treated like I’m desired, like I’m loved and wanted.” I murmured quietly my voice came out fragile and broken, its displayed the 14 years of raw emotion behind it.

“Remember when you told me you really felt we were like sisters?” I saw Selene’s expression warp into confusion her lips between teeth as she sat next to me her eyes shaking nervously. She didn’t want to glance into my own, but she nodded confirming my words.

“Well we could be, if Scorpius believes me... when I tell him, I- I’m his half-sister. His blood sister...” Selene stared as if I'd just produced a rhinoceros from my pocket. Though the expression on Scorpius face was unreadable. It was a mix of confusion, guilt and denial.

“Please say something.” I pleaded, he needed to respond. In any way possible, I needed to know how he felt. My heart was being torn by the second, this was worse than being stabbed multiple times and left to bleed to death...

“I can’t- i don’t know- how do I?” he sighed, exasperatedly. “I need some time to think about this.” He stood his eyes frantically looking around, Scorpius looked anxious wanting to leave, and even though it was freezing cold he was loosening the green tie around his neck.

“Please, don’t tell anyone. You can’t let anyone know.” I stood desperately wanting to hold or grab him. I yearned for his acceptance for so many years. My only sibling I cared about. This had to be kept a personal family secret as well.

“Scorpius, are you ok? Do you need me to-” “NO, no- I’m fine,” it came through gritted teeth...

“Selene, just stay with her? I need some space.” He quickly takes his leave frantically looking off, not once did he look back at us.

“Give him some time, he’ll come back. Don’t worry.”

“How are you taking this?” I turn to Selene who was hugging me, her arm on my back comforting me. She seemed dazed, her eyes were clouded. It’s like she wasn't here.

“You were already my sister; all you did was give me confirmation.” She held me close pulling me into her hold.

“Thank you, for being here.” I whisper clutching her robes her hair tickling the side of my face. I was glad to have her around me.

[06:25PM]

Pieces of mirror shatter breaking into a shower of tiny pieces; the amount of negative energy in the air was boundless. “Scorpius please calm down.” the rage in him needed to get out somehow? He wasn’t himself.

“He lied! HE LIED TO ME AND HER!” the bloodcurdling cry echoed; his mouth wide open as he released his inner demons. The scream made all the hair on his body stand. Albus wanted to stop him. To help him.

He couldn’t.

“He had another child, behind her back, she was thrown to the side. Like it was nothing!” The sobbing continued gales began to swirl and enter through the sides of the bathroom. Unknowingly, he was brewing a whirlwind. A storm hitting, equal to the force it felt inside him. It was building for weeks now and all Lyra did was confirm the reality.

His vice was strained, and it hurt like hell, but he continued letting all the pain and sorrow out. His head was pounding now. He wanted it to stop. Scorpius yearned for the numb feeling

“Stop you’re going to hurt yourself.” We he? Scorpius wished He’d hurt himself. Maybe that pain would distract him from the searing agony he was feeling. Pain sears through his abdomen better than a branding iron, his mind conceding to the torment, unable to bring a thought to completion.

Everything had been a lie.

“Want it to end. Please.” The crouched figure in the centre of the room strained himself. He didn’t want to be here anymore. “leave.”

Albus couldn’t do that. He couldn’t leave his friend in such a vulnerable and defenceless position. “let me help you.” A crack in his voice, it shows the pain he was feeling it reflected into Albus. the young boy stumbled back pushing from the sheer force of the gales that tormented Scorpius this whole time.

“I SAID GO!”

The pain was increasing in waves; getting bigger by the second, giving false hope of an end. But it would never end.

It was too loud to hear anything at this point the push of the wind tore bits off the wooden cubicle doors. Becoming spinning daggers of anger within the whirling storm.

Scorpius increased the howling gusts, faster and faster until they sheathed him with a spray of sprinkled sharp edges and crusted glass, they shimmered in the ill lit bathroom; the gloomy skies reflecting its dusty grey cold rays.

“Scorpiu-”

Albus had no way of coming near him he was forced out of the bathroom having no choice but to leave his friend in there suffering alone. The soft tears fell down the boy’s face, he hated the haunted feeling of having no form of control over the situation.

Across the empty acres of land, empty silent castle hauntingly still not much moving, was two figures perched up upon the north towers. A forbidden duo, though ones that felt comforted in another’s presence. The light breeze slowly yet surely trying to pull against their night robes.

“I want to get over the anxiety I have, I want to control my feelings not the other way.” murmured to the male, she had been spending most of her time. Days -and starting now- her nights were spent with the devilish Durmstrang boy.

“It’s not easy.” he spun on his own two feet looking across the edge of the tower towards her. Selene was perched upon the handle of the metallic barrier.

“I know. but I want to at least try. Will you help me?” Selene was in her sleeping robes she was twiddling with her wand spending most her days with him she had gotten extremely comfortable with the male who she has come to know for his sharp tongue and the ability to be quite convincing.

“I will. But first you need to show that you can trust me.”

“I do, I trust you.” Selene leaned off just a little further. She was content in being here silently with him. But was he? did he enjoy their secret nights alone?

“Do you think I can be like them?” letting her hair cascade past her figure, taking orders from the wind it wrapped over her -like the tentacles of the giant squid- across her body.

“Like them?” Repeating the words; he asked for more.

“My ancestors. I want to find out more.” It was like a persistent hunger that couldn’t be satiated. From a fairly long time, it was that absence of complete acceptance and love. Deep down she understood that but was she never going to admit it?

“You want to follow the prophecy?” a hesitant nod answered his questioning. the endless chewing on her dry lips and thoughts fighting against one another proved to show the utter confusion in what she really wanted. The certainty was on one thing though “I want to belong.”

“A girl, Dominique, from Beauxbaton.” Leaving the edge Selene moved towards the boy getting slightly closer. “She mentioned that the Lestrange ancestral family had a connection to France.”

“You think it could be important?” she pondered over his words for a moment. “Didn’t you mention that Grindelwald had his convocation in Paris France?”

“He did. But what’s-”

“I can find out more, what happened? Who I am.” Curling back into herself Selene hummed a soft tune she was comforted by her own arms wrapping around herself. Making her feel the soft pressure upon her own body.

“Selene.” Yangyang mumbled as he stepped closer sitting next to her “When you were at the mirror, the first time we met, it showed you something.” he grasped her two hands in his softly rubbing his slender fingers over her palm. His eyes were captivating.

“it showed me myself.”

“it showed you something else along with it.” He edged, the slight smile on his face and his eyes boring into selenes pushed her to continue. It felt as if everything was surreal, it was all a dream, why was everything so easily spilling past her lips.

“What I wanted; I want to find myself.” Capturing his eyes she glanced at the void contained the magnitude of the earth and the blackhole sucking the shimmers of light inwards. Nothing could escape.

“I promise I can help you do that, but you can’t go to France just yet.”

“I can’t go to France…” Selene murmured his eyes were captivating. As time passed slowly, she fell deeper into his gaze.

“Yes, you have something to do. First.”

[13th October]

“Someone has taken a large noticeable dose of tentacle juice, from the private potions storage. If anyone has any known whereabouts or knows of anyone having sources, you must inform your head of year or head of house. Thank you.”

“Are you fucking kidding me-” shifting to take seat next to her position next to the others the raven-haired witch sat calmly the frustration only evident in her voice. “-they wake us up at 8am for this?”

“Yeah, some bastard nicking a few drops of poison…” Irene adds muttering, every single student for a 20-meter radius was yawning uncontrollably and dozing off on the study tables but once awake you needed to prepare for breakfast.

“Where were you this morning?” Ravelle had a sly smile on her lips as she pondered not so innocently over the whereabouts of the ginger witch before her.

“Out taking a short walk.” Blowing out an exasperated huff Selene stood taking her leave from the depressing and sleep deprived circle, “You know there’s only so much ‘Ravelle’ I can take in one day.” Sarcasm slipping past her voice was what made the sneaky witch drop her innocent act.

“Really, I’ve only asked you one question you shouldn’t be so defensive… unless there is something for you to hide?”

Selene stopped in her tracks, movement stuttering for a second. The wrapping of a dusty cloth rough in her hands.

“I have nothing to hide.” The outrage in her voice was enough to alert those around them that somewhat of a fight was about to start and, like the usual- all hell was about to break loose.

“Though I must let you know that I am exceeding the amount of ‘bitchiness’ I can take from you in a day so mind if I leave?” she widened her eyes turning to face the raven and nodded frivolously, she feigned sorrow for her and a sympathetic smile came to her face as she left.

“Thought you’d never ask…” Ravelle murmured the words she wasn’t interested in Selene herself. The antics she had grown accustomed to, -since that night with the celebratory introduction Selene had been on edge, spitting back ruthlessly and harsh words were leaving her lips- Ravelle eyed the linen wrap in her hands, it covered something, and it was important, no doubt delicate by the way she was cradling it to her core like a mother would do to her babe.

[1st November]

Many days passed and winter edged nearer, visibly shortening the once lengthy and enjoyable days. The cold let soft cotton and thick clothes layer up with the many peaking noses out of scarves turn red and pink.

The clouds of air exhaled when talking put things together but what really allowed the community to know the ending of summer solstice was the thick coat of white sheen that glistened in the early morning rays, covering the lands and lulling them to sleep.

“Anyone received any personal invites to the yule ball?” Albus whispered to the young brunette. The two now becoming much friendlier than usual were confiding in themselves after all they both had Scorpius to worry about.

“No not yet.” She glanced at him weary of the random questioning. lyra had enough on her plate already. It was harsh and difficult that her only brother wasn’t talking to her and Selene was sleeping off half her days and running of at night.

“If this is about Selene the-” “It’s not.”

“Then who-”

“I’m just asking.” She shuffled to turn towards him, sceptically reading his face the Slytherin shifted uncomfortably. “Such a liar.”

“You dummy, I can see it in your eyes. Who pushed you to do this? This is about Selene.”

“It isn’t, I swear.” His hands flew up in retaliation. The silent pause of scepticism made him sigh in relief when she dropped the accusations.

“I’m sick of this, it’s all going to hell and I cant get any of them to even sit and talk to me. It’s awful.” Lyra whined her frustration could be seen in the way she tugged at her roots the hair lengthier than it was a few weeks ago.

“Scorpius isn’t ready to face this ye-.”

“-Hell never be ready then. Albus I can’t wait any more. How does he think I feel?” the brunette boys turned into saucers at the sudden interruption. She had been waiting for the past 3 weeks and it was getting agitating for a while, but nobody understood her. The way she felt.

“Whats wrong with Selene then? He can’t talk now so whats the issue with your ginger friend?”

“Oh don’t get me started with her.” She shifts in her seat lyra was starting to remember the situations Selene was in, breaking her heart for the past fortnight. “She’s gone, really lost it.”

“Sleeps all day and sneaks out at night, its odd Selene would have never done such a thing.” She mutters, the frown on her face showed her feeling of betrayal. “I can’t get her to spend any time with me at all, it’s always ‘Yangyang this Yangyang that’!”

“Wait.”

“You mean Durmstrang Liu” if his eyes were saucers back then they were as wide as cauldrons. His hands clenched up visibly the whole demeanor he possessed was stiffened within a second, Lyra didn’t comprehend the change until she spared him a quick glimpse.

“Yeah him,” she blinked dropping her head further into her grasp as she questioned his body language “Whats got you so surprised, most girls already know!”

“Liu Yangyang that German-Taiwanese boy?” the voice crack gave him away, there was definitely something wrong, but Lyra had no clue what was happening to him, what kind of reaction was that.

“Hold on know what?” he interrupted again.

“Well, supposedly they’re in a relationship, and I don’t know… but he’s really affecting Selene.”

“They can’t be though?” the denial in his voice was giving all the wrong signals and signs, Lyra turned towards him fully, hands out of hair and eyes skimming his face, his expression wasn’t helping the previous accusations planted upon him by her.

“Why Albus? Do you like her or something?”

What came out of his mouth after wasn’t a big shocker or anything but lyra was shocked to find out such a revelation and from him, Albus, who seemed to have no clue who the boy is.

“No, its just. He has a girlfriend already,”

“Yeah Selene.” The response came quick.

“No, he’s engaged to her, its not Selene. She’s back in Germany.” He was referring to another girl, that Selene wasn’t the only one in a relationship with the male and it made Lyra's blood boil.

“HE’S TWO-TIMING?”

The two had another issue to deal with, Selene couldn’t find out, even if it meant lying to her. She wouldn’t be able to handle what was to come.

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Love Maze »10

Previous » Next Series Masterlist ▎ 18+ ▎ pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook ▎ genre: School AU, crack humor, smut, angst, ETL, slow burn, fluff. ▎ word count: 9.9k ▎ ch.warnings: cursing, JK is an emotional baby, fluff, jealousy, censored slurs, smut, blowjob, fingering, anal(riding), Top!JK, Bottom!Tae (they switch it up a lot lmao)

Co-writer: @velvetwicebang ♡♡♡

A few minutes into the class, and the guilt was still very much present. Taehyung couldn’t seem to focus on anything.

His leg was bouncing up and down from under the table as he chewed on the inside of his lip, phone held tightly in his hands.

His thumbs hovered above the keyboard, thinking if he should send Jungkook a text along the lines of, ‘hey, sorry for acting like a dick this morning. it won’t happen again’.

But then again, his boyfriend was a horrible texter. If he barely texted before, what was going to make him text now?

“Fuck..” Tae ran a hand through his messy hair, frustrated as hell.

The heavy sigh caught the attention of Mila, who previously insisted on sitting next to him. Since she was a new student, the teacher let her have it.

“Are you okay?” She questioned, setting down her glittery pen on the table.

“What? Yeah, I’m fine.” Taehyung forced a smile, oblivious to the way Mila was staring at the screen of his phone. Jungkook’s photo was on the contact.

“Really? You’re a bad liar.”

It was then that she scooted her chair closer to Tae’s, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Peers from around them seemed to take notice, and being the noisy students that they were, some began recording.

The foreign girl and Kim Taehyung? Now that was interesting..

The elder tried to make more room between them, but he couldn’t. Mila was really getting in there.

“I’m cool, really.” Taehyung smiled, awkwardly rubbing at his nape when he realized she wasn’t planning on backing down.

With a cheeky smile of her own, the woman waited until Tae turned his cheek to her so that she could press a loving peck on the tan skin, letting her lips linger for a second too long.

Tae was like a statue, visibly tense and unsure of what just happened.

As it all was ingrained into a digital memory, the video recording by one of the female students was posted on her snapchat story-- Of course, she was known on her social media. The video of The Kim Taehyung & the new, foreign girl within the next twenty minutes had spread like a social media wildfire among the students.

Everyone seemed to know. Well, everyone except Jungkook.

As Jungkook headed out from his own class, everyone was gossiping, phones glued to their faces as they giggled among each other. He shrugged, it was probably some new trend going on-- and he wasn't interested.

Kook made it to the cafeteria, his routine of grabbing a banana milk unbroken til this day. The weather was nice, however, so he decided to step outside to have a seat by the large steps in front of the school building.

''Did you hear about Taehyung and the new girl?''

The nameless students walked past him by the stairs, the way they said the elders name caught his attention, so he listened in as much as he could as they passed,

''Yeah, I can't believe she would do that!''

The girls left, and as he was furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, sipping his milk, another set of voices passed, this time a couple guys,

''First day and the foreign chick already wants the douchiest of them all. Why wouldn't she choose me?''

''Because it's Taehyung, all girls want him...''

''Even he seemed pretty stunned in the video.''

One again, the strangers passed, and Jungkook was left feeling extremely confused at this point. What were they talking about?

What video?

Jungkook pulled up his phone, noticing that the notifications on his snapchat were going off. Everyone was re-sharing the same thing, the same video.

Curiosity got the best of him, so he decided to click it, watching the small circle spin as it was buffering.

To Taehyung’s luck, class was dismissed.

Which meant one thing, he would no longer have to tolerate the uncomfortable, flirty comments from Mila. For the first time ever, Tae was heavily engrossed in doing his work. Maybe that way she’d get the hint that he wasn’t keen on talking..

Mila wasn’t Jungkook, and for that reason, he wasn’t interested.

The elder briskly roamed through the halls, eyes solely searching for one specific person.

His mind was set on trying to point out Kook from the crowd, not the way his peers stared holes onto his figure.

At this point, Taehyung was used to the attention.

“Kook!” Tae finally called out when he spotted Jungkook near the stairs, jogging up to him.

Fuck, where should he start?

With one look at their surroundings, Taehyung parted his lips.

“Baby— I’m sorry.” He blurted out, just throwing it out there for Jungkook to do as he pleased with his shitty apology, “It was rude of me to leave you in the cafeteria. I just walked her to class, I swear!”

Jungkook didn't respond right away when he heard his boyfriend attempt an apology behind him, his back slowly rising and falling as he was breathing deeply to collect himself.

He'd clicked the video, a view from a students POV of Mila sitting way too close to his boyfriend, whispering words and even kissing his cheek.

The worst part was, Taehyung didn't even pull away. No, he didn't even say anything to protest.

The video wasn't extremely clear, so he couldn't tell exactly what kind of expressions were on the elders face, but it didn't matter. She kissed him, and he let her.

Jungkook's hands were trembling, gripping his phone so hard it almost felt like it would burst between his fingers, "That's all that happened?" He finally broke his silence, voice laced with some unnamed emotion.

Taehyung furrowed his brows, confused as to why Jungkook would ask him that.

He saw what happened, what else was there to explain?

“Yeah? I mean.. she was being really clingy in class, but nothing happened.” Tae shrugged his shoulders, brows knitting closer together at the lack of emotion in Kook’s usually cheery voice.

“Hey, I’m sorry.” The elder apologized a second time, and he would do it a third, fourth, fifth— so on until Jungkook forgave him.

Jungkook turned his head over his shoulder to glance up at Taehyung. His eyebrows were just as drawn together as the elders, "Then what is this?" He held up his phone, once more clicking the school-viral video to play it for him.

Kook kept his eyes on Taehyung, observing his reaction,

"This counts as nothing?"

Oh yeah.. That.

“Jungkook, that meant nothing to me. She just— she kissed me on the cheek and I guess I just kinda froze.” Taehyung desperately tried to clear up the misconception, trying to keep his anxiety on the down low every time students passed by.

He didn’t want them to assume anything was going on.

“Kook, come on. Don’t be mad at me.” He sighed, feeling defeated by his boyfriend’s shortage of words.

Jungkook pressed his lips tight, an eyebrow crooked as he put the phone back down in his pocket, "What if she tries again?" He sighed, he wasn't really mad, just... hurt, because he started to feel like he was being hidden away like some dirty secret.

“I won’t let her.” Taehyung determinedly reassured, glad that Jungkook wasn’t too angry with him. He didn’t know what he would do if Kook stayed mad at him for long, the thought was enough to send a shiver of uneasiness down his spine.

“You saw how I was at the lunchroom.. I was uncomfortable.” Tae stepped down one more step, taking a seat next to his boyfriend, trying so hard to not let the stares affect him.

For all everyone knew, they were friends. Taehyung had to keep that in mind.

“I just..”

Should he say it?

Jungkook did want him to be more honest, and that’s what he would be doing by telling him.

“During practice, the reason I was so angry was because Kai called you a f*g.” Tae gulped, looking over at Jungkook to see his reaction.

“Something just came over me I guess. I really wanted to hit him, but then I remembered you saying you like my face so.. better not fuck it up even more.” A small chuckle slipped past his lips, but it went away as soon as it came, “The reason I did that in the lunchroom was ‘cause I’m a idiot. I was a coward. I guess I didn’t want them to find out— about us, I mean.” Taehyung was quick to add on, “I love being with you, Kook. Don’t get me wrong. I just don’t think I’m completely ready for putting us out there yet. Shit.. that makes me sound like the shittiest boyfriend in the world, huh?”

Jungkook's expression managed to change from frustrated, to surprised, to soft within the same moment of Taehyung explaining himself, quietly nodding as he listened. He took a second to process it all, eyes focused on his hands as he fiddled with them.

He took a deep, soft breath before turning his attention back to the elder, a soft smile pulling on his lips, ''You're not shitty, you're just... Kim Taehyung.'' His grin grew wider, ''Thank you for standing up for me, and for keeping your face intact.''

Jungkook's smile faded, he wished he could kiss Tae so badly, praise him more-- if he only knew how much of a personal growth he'd just done, one; being honest with kook, and two; stood up for him. One step at a time, he was improving himself, even if he didn't see it himself,

''You've grown a lot. One step at a time.''

Another moment of silence followed, Jungkook glanced at his surroundings before leaning in slightly to whisper, ''I really want to kiss you for it.''

Jungkook’s words hit him a lot harder than Taehyung would’ve ever imagined, feeling a faint smile of his own creep up onto his lips.

God, he really liked this boy.

Tae wondered if he ever showed that enough..

A tint of red washed over the apples of his cheeks, deeply affected by the idea of having his lips dance against Jungkook’s. Every time felt just like the first, and Taehyung couldn’t seem to get enough.

“Really?” The elder chuckled, eyes skimming around the place before grabbing Kook’s hand, dragging him along to the other side of the school. It was a place that was almost always unoccupied, and it was out of sight to the rest of the students.

With his hands on Jungkook’s waist, Tae slowly drove him back against the worn out wall, fresh breeze flowing through his hair as he leaned in, grinning mischievously before breaking the distance between their needy lips.

Taehyung’s thumbs rubbed circles from under the fabric of his boyfriend’s shirt, feeling the warm skin of Jungkook’s hips clash against his touch.

Jungkook smiled into the kiss, little sweet wrinkles appearing in the corners of his eyes. He genuinely felt happy in this moment, all his past worries once more washed away because of this boy. His lips chased after Taehyung's in between their sweet kisses, he could never get enough of this feeling, his own hands instinctively settling on the elders shoulders to keep himself steady along with pressing his back against the wall, small hums of satisfaction vibrating in his throat.

When the kiss broke apart for a moment, kook finally managed to reply,

''Yeah, really... Going this long without kissing you has been frustrating,'' he chuckled, squeezing Tae's shoulders playfully.

Taehyung threw his head back, laughing softly in amusement only to face Jungkook once again, head tilted to the side in the slightest bit, “Kook, it’s only been a couple hours.” He reminded, now tightly wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s waist, pulling him all the more near,

“Plus, we kissed in the shower. Or did we not..? I dunno.”

Taehyung disregarded his own question, leaning in to press a chaste peck on Jungkook’s neck.

After he pulled away, that’s when Tae unlatched his arms, resting one hand against the wall by Kook’s head, leaning his body weight on it, “Just to make sure.. you’re not mad at me? Or are you just saying that..”

Jungkook let his hands fall to his sides, leaning the back of his head against the wall as his eyes were transfixed on the almost worried look in Taehyung's eyes. It was rather cute that he seemed anxious about how Kook felt about him-- which made sense, but it was still surprising that he'd ask to make sure,

''I'm a little annoyed at the blondie,'' He smiles though, to reassure him, ''But no, I'm not mad at you. Promise.'' The smile turns wider, he raises his hand to softly smooth his fingers across Tae's jawline.

Oh, how Jungkook wishes to tell him how much he loves this guy.

Taehyung seemed a little less tense afterwards, shamelessly leaning into Kook’s touch on his face whilst he held eye contact with the younger, as if making double sure that there was no hidden message behind his words.

“Alright.” The elder exhaled after finding no sign of a lie, shoulders falling down to their natural position. He dug out his phone from his pocket, turning it on before taking a quick glance at the time. The bell was going to ring anytime soon, meaning their small break was almost over.

Sadly.

“Okay, well.. meet me in the common area after school, so I can give you a ride.” Tae smiled, feeling the need to constantly remind Jungkook that he was his ride, even though the younger probably knew that by now.

Sooner than he expected, the sound of the bell’s awful ringing could be heard from outside.

Tae didn’t want to leave, he finally felt calm. But, he’d see Jungkook after school, they’d still get to spend more time together.

Even better, away from people.

Jungkook lowered his hand back down, placing both hands the pockets of his pants as his smile remained intact, ''Okay, sounds good.'' He nods, content with how things were going and feeling between the two of them.

They walked back together, but as they had different classes, they had to separate on the way. Kook wishes once more that he could hold his hand freely, or give him a 'see you soon' kiss. But, he wanted to be- and was understanding of Taehyung's wish to keep it low key for now.

For how long, he didn't know…

''See you soon, then.'' Kook glanced over at the elder, a vague smile pulling on the corner of his lips before he gave a small wave as he turned to walk towards his classroom.

He missed him already. God, he was a lost cause for the man.

In a blink of an eye, Taehyung’s class was over. And so was the next, and the next one after that, until he had none left.

Like always, Tae rushed out of his chemistry classroom and strolled over to the common area to wait for Jungkook. And like always, he had no clue about what he’d just learned.

It was a repeating cycle..

What wasn’t common, however, was seeing Mila walking up to him.

Her hips swayed with every strut of her high-heels, a flirtatious grin glued onto her red tinted lips.

Fuck, not again.

“Taehyung, hey.” She waved at him, standing close to Tae’s side.

“Are you waiting for someone?”

“Yeah, Jungkook.” The elder answered more clearly, not wishing to give his boyfriend the wrong impression by continuing with the conversation.

He should’ve known better, though. Mila was not one to easily give up.

“Oh.. cool.” She hummed with a nod of her head, peeking outside at the cloudy sky. It was obvious it was going to rain “I wish I had a ride home.. I’d hate to walk home in the rain.” The girl shyly rubbed at her arm, gaze flickering back to Taehyung.

Jungkook kept his backpack tightly strapped on his shoulder as he headed towards the common area, brushing his dark fringe away from his eyes as his gaze searched for Taehyung. As he did, he started walking faster, a small smile growing on his face until he reaches him,

''Hey, I'm here-- uh..'' His steps came to a halt when he saw Mila standing next to Tae, as always, no consideration for his personal space,

''What's up?'' Is all he could say, eyes flickering between the two as his posture straightened, head tilted in slight annoyance.

Why was she here?

He'd been annoyed with this girl for a bit now, but after that video, he felt the swirling anger in his chest at the very sight of her, his brain replaying the way she kissed his boyfriend so casually.

Taehyung scratched at the back of his head, the awkward tension too thick to cut with a knife.

At this point, he’d need a chainsaw.

So, he hesitated whether or not to tell Jungkook so suddenly.. but, he’d find out soon anyways.

Tae just worried about his reaction, he knew Kook wasn’t too fond of Mila.

“Uh, she asked me for a ride, and I said it was okay.” Taehyung couldn’t bear to meet Jungkook’s doe eyes. God, why did he have to be kind during inappropriate situations?

The way Mila was staring at him.. if he was in her 10 inch heels, he’d want someone to help him out.

It was just a car ride, anyway.

“It’s gonna rain and, apparently, she lives close by anyways.”

Mila nodded, staring over at Jungkook, waiting for what he had to say.

Jungkook showed no sign of being upset, nor did he express that he was excited. He just... Seemed neutral. However, on the inside his jealousy was burning through his veins. Wow, he really didn't like Mila at all.

''Alright, whatever, let's.. go.'' His voice was low, nudging his chin in the direction towards the parking lot.

Jungkook supposed that, in the midst of his anger, he wanted to feel proud of Taehyung for being kind. For being considerate, as this was rarely a thing that'd happen normally, probably starting with him.

But, of course Jungkook was selfish in a way, wanting that kindness all to himself.

Whatever... It's just a car ride, right?

Nothing weird could happen during that short time.

Taehyung walked close to Jungkook, not too worried that Mila was left a few steps behind.

During the time that they were ‘alone’, Tae looked over at his boyfriend, flashing him an apologetic glance and mouthing a short, ‘I’m sorry’.

Once they finally got to his car, the elder unlocked the doors, expecting Jungkook to sit next to him. But, that didn’t happen. Mila slightly pushed the younger out of the way, plopping down on the passenger seat that would normally belong to Kook.

“Sorry..” Mila chuckled, noticing the way Taehyung’s expression shifted, “My heels were killing me. I needed to sit down.”

...Why couldn’t she sit down on the back? It was the same distance.

Tae snapped out of it, not bothered to question it any further.

Suddenly, he regretted giving Mila a drive.

Taehyung sat down on his seat, glancing up at Jungkook through his rear view mirror before driving out of the parking lot, trying to ignore the girl’s hand on his thigh.

The elder tried being subtle about it, scratching at his thigh and bouncing his foot. But Mila wouldn’t budge.

Jungkook has his lips tightly pressed together as he sat down in the backseat without a word, his patience was being tested. His gaze darkened when it landed on milas extended arm, grasping at Taehyung's thigh.

In his mind, he wanted to grab the girl by the collar and throw her out the window.. but he kept it as it was, simply imagination.

He crossed his arms over his chest, his expression growing stern as he continuously prodded the inside of his cheek with his tongue, a common ritual of his when he was upset.

Things did get worse.

Just Jungkook's luck.

But why didn’t Taehyung protest? It was like stepping on kooks nerves, and if anger could form a cloud around his stature, it’d be fuming off of him. Taehyung was being too nice, the earlier attempt at a sorry slowly slipping through the cracks of the younger's mind.

The car ride was.. uncomfortable, to say the least.

But luckily, Mila’s fancy house was only a few streets down.

If they could make it without any problems, that’d be great.

Just a couple more seconds and they’d be free of her.

“Gosh, thank you Tae. I have to find a way to repay you!” Mila looked at him with a smile, turning her upper body around to finally acknowledge Jungkook’s presence, “Nice seeing you again.” This time, her smile wasn’t as genuine. She was still a bit confused about the boys’ relationship.

Namjoon said they fought a lot, but every time she’d look over at them, they were laughing and stealing secret glances.

They acted like a couple at times..

Just.. the way Taehyung looked at Jungkook— it was concerning.

Whatever, Mila knew that wasn’t the case. She was just being paranoid. After all, Kim Taehyung was not gay.

The moment Mila stepped out of his car, Tae sped the hell out of there, noticing how visibly upset Jungkook had become. He didn’t blame him, though. If it was uncomfortable for him, it was bound to be for his boyfriend.

A couple silent minutes later, Taehyung parked in front of Kook’s apartment building, shutting the door before following behind the younger, already familiar with the apartment number.

He was so worried about how Jungkook felt, that Tae didn’t notice the apartment next to his boyfriend’s was wide open, various things found scattered inside.

“Fuck. Remind me to not give her a ride again.” The elder plopped down on the couch with a sigh, running his hands down his face.

Jungkook had remained silent until they were inside, he'd kicked his shoes off and thrown his bag somewhere on the floor before striding over to stand in front of Taehyung's sitting frame, hands firmly placed on his hips. His eyes were sharp, burning down at the elder with an intensity that was intimidating, "You want a reminder?" He scoffed, "Okay. I'll give you a reminder.."

Jungkook had no hesitation in his bones, slowly pulling his shirt over his head to expose his firm torso, glancing down at himself before his gaze meets the elders again, "Take your shirt off, and sit still. You're really good at being still after all, aren't you?"

His voice had no humor nor weakness in it, no patience left to play games.

Taehyung was going to listen to him now.

Not to the guys. Not to Mila. To Jeon Jungkook.

Whatever reminder Jungkook had in mind, it wasn’t what Taehyung originally had in his.

“Kook.. what are you doing?”

The elder’s sharp eyes raked down his boyfriend’s toned torso, taking in the way the muscles in his arms flexed, making up for all of that time spent hidden away in the gym.

He was so fucking muscular..

Taehyung was a mixture of aroused and confused, and he didn’t know which was stronger.

“Jungkook—“ At the sudden command that slipped from the boy’s lips, Tae followed through with his orders, “Yes..”

God, the elder felt so pathetic.. the second he spoke to him in that tone, Taehyung knew his body was Jungkook’s playground.

“Baby, what’s going on..?” Tae sat his shirt down on his lap, trying to hide the evident bulge poking at his jeans.

Jungkook held a finger up, indicating for the elder to stop asking questions,

"A simple reminder, just like you asked for." He glanced down at the shirt in taes lap, crooking an eyebrow, "Looks like your body already knows before you do."

Kooks gaze travels back to meet the confused one of his boyfriend, using his hand to point down at taes pants, "Take it all off, no hiding."

A small sense of satisfaction settles in Jungkook's chest when he sees how easily subdued Taheyung can be, he must really like this side of the younger.

And that's great, because Kook really enjoyed the little good boy side of Tae as well, his own bulge becoming more and more prominent against the fabrics of his pants.

Tae followed through with Jungkook’s clear instructions, his hands seeming to have a mind of their own as they tugged at his jeans, pulling at the band of his boxers as well.

The elder felt extremely exposed sitting on Kook’s couch, butt naked with his dick standing as still as a pole.

Fuck.. Taehyung wanted to see all of his boyfriend, too. It wasn’t fair.

Tae man-spread even further, sinking into the couch with his hooded eyes lusting over the scenario they were in, one hand going down to tug at his cock, slowly spreading the pre-cum erupting from his slit to the rest of his shaft.

Shit.. was Jungkook going to ride his dick? He hoped so.

Either way, he couldn’t wait to see what the younger had in mind.

Jungkook rolled his tongue, prodding the inside of his cheek before 'tsk'ing,

"Did I say you could touch yourself?" His tone lowered another octave as he spoke, taking one step closer so that he was standing in between the elders legs, "And here I was planning to give you something even better.." he raised his eyebrows, the hint of playfulness sparking in his eyes, "You might still have a chance to redeem it, if you say please."

His lips were tugging unto a small grin, but this one wasn't playful. It was devilish. He was determined to get that one word out of him--the one word only Jungkook could have the Kim Taehyung to roll off his pretty, plushy lips.

Jungkook bent forward, his hands placed firmly on taes knees as he was gazing at taehyungs through his dark locks dangling over his eyes, "Say I'm sorry, please."

The elder’s wet hand dropped down to his side, slender fingers gripping at the cushion whilst he waited for the next command, staring up at Jungkook like a needy boy.

He’d already obeyed the younger by not continuing to touch himself, what else did Kook want?

The constant wondering kept Taehyung on the edge of his seat, toes curling in excitement.

Fuck.. he wanted to say so many things, but his lips stayed sealed.

That is, until they parted in shock from what Jungkook asked of him.

Was this his boyfriend? He couldn’t tell.

The bunny grin that he learned to love was now replaced by a rather wicked one, causing Tae’s breath to hitch in his throat.

“Kook, come on.. just give it to me.” His words came out in the form of a whine, tongue swiping over his lips at the close gap of their faces.

The elder’s veiny cock twitched from the lack of contact, his hands itched to push Jungkook down on his lap. But, he wouldn’t.

He’d be a good boy for him.

He wanted to be good..

After realizing that his boyfriend wasn’t going to budge, Taehyung finally whispered out those set of words, voice heavy and deep,

“I’m sorry, please..”

Jungkooks smile softened at the plea, leaning in further to press a chaste kiss on his nose before kook dropped down to his knees with a thud, his hands slowly roaming the skin of the elders thighs, Relishing in Tae’s responsiveness to his mere touch,

“You’re doing well. I like this.’”

He kept his eyes fixed on Tae’s, a hint of affection visible in his gaze, maintaining the eye contact while his hand slowly skimmed over his inner thigh until he was painfully close to the throbbing erection waiting for his attention.

A quick glance down, and Jungkook's own cock was aching beneath the fabrics, his mouth watering.

This morning he’d been dreaming about how his cock would taste.

How well he’d be able to take it.

What kind of new noises would Taehyung make?

He was ready to find it all out, but first— his hand found its way to Taehyung's shaft, wrapping his long fingers around the girth.

If there was one thing that Taehyung didn’t like about Jungkook, is that he was the biggest fucking tease.

From the way that the younger’s finger slowly rubbed against his prostate at the party, to now taking a hold of his erected cock when it was clear that Tae had horrible patience— It irked him, but not in the way that he thought.

Instead, the elder wanted to fuck into Jungkook’s mouth; make him gag.. show him who’s boss.

But at this very moment, he was his boyfriend’s bitch.

He was a puddle of goo under the younger’s sensual touch, dying to feel his pretty lips wrap around his shaft and slowly envelop him whole inch by inch..

“Baby, quit teasing..” Taehyung’s hips rocked into Jungkook’s hand, wanting to feel the friction he was so desperately craving.

"I've never had the chance to properly feel you like this..." Jungkook’s voice was low, and his breath was getting heavier as he felt the weight of Taes cock in his palm. Taking a moment to just... feel it in his hand, the velvety skin so delicate yet rough with the way the veins protruded.

Absolutely delicious looking, "And you're so cute when you get that wrinkle of frustration between your eyebrows." Kook winks at the elder before guiding the tip of Tae's cock to his mouth, without hesitation he wraps his plushy lips around it and gives it a tasteful suck, the small beads of precum staining the younger's lips.

He hums quietly, the vibrations of his throat reaches his mouth-- and he dares to slowly take his boyfriends cock a little deeper.

This was delicious, and with the way Taehyung is so responsive to him-- he could do this forever.

“Ah.. fuck..” Taehyung stared down at his boyfriend, hand reaching down to run through Jungkook’s hair, tugging at it for the hell of it.

The further the younger took him in, the further Tae verbalized how he felt, hips jittering slightly.

“So good, baby.. so good..” He bit down on his lip, still rocking his hips a little.

Taehyung didn’t know if this was Jungkook’s first time giving a blowjob— so he had to be considerate. Even so.. the thought of another guy’s dick in his boyfriend’s mouth was unsettling, it angered him. But the way Kook sucked him off so wonderfully was enough of a distraction.

Jungkook's eyes were glazed over with a layer of tears that refused to fall, glancing up at his boyfriend as he continued to go deeper, half way down he had to stop his movement to breathe through his nose. Taehyung's cock is thick, so it wasn't easy. But kook wanted to make the elder feel good, the praise and sounds echoing in his ears enough to spur him on to withdraw himself until just the tip was between his lips, just to sink back down, his tongue providing friction against the silky length in his mouth.

Jungkooks hands grasped the elders thighs, squeezing the flesh between his fingers-- he never knew he'd be into taes thighs so much... but then again, he's into everything that is Kim Taehyung.

A muffled moan vibrated in his mouth, drool starting to dribble down Tae’s cock and kooks chin glistening with spit.

Nothing beat seeing and hearing his boyfriend in this state-- the younger felt his cock starting to ache further, and this time he didn't want to deny himself. One hand travelled down to unzip, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough to pull his length out, stroking with the rhythm that he sucked off Tae with.

If Taehyung wasn’t over the moon before, he sure was now.

The way Jungkook’s tongue provided him with enough warmth, enough friction— he was in pure bliss. His rosy lips were parted and eyebrows furrowed with small beads of sweat at the corners, thighs slightly trembling from the strong grasp of his boyfriend’s fingers.

“Ahh, getting a little messy, hm?”

The sensation from Kook’s drool traveling down his cock only turned Taehyung on even more, feeling his cock harden up at the visual image of Jungkook’s chin glistening with spit, doe eyes watery..

“Fuck yeah..” Tae grabbed a handful of the younger’s hair, guiding his movements when a sudden, blaring noise was broadcasted through the thin walls.

He ignored it at first, continuing to grind into Jungkook’s mouth, his free hand roaming up and down the boy’s forearm.

Then, another piercing drag.

Taehyung finally opened his eyes, looking around for the source of the noise while his boyfriend was sucking him off, his curiosity getting the best of him.

Then, a loud bang against the wall was enough to make Tae jump in his spot, hearing some mumbled curses follow soon after.

“Wait, Kook..” Taehyung dreaded separating his cock from Jungkook’s mouth, but he had to see what was going on.

What if someone was trying to break in? He quickly put on his clothes, not bothering to zip up his fly before he unlocked the door, poking his head out to take a look at the commotion.

“Shit! Why won’t this go in..”

There stood a woman, seemingly around their age, trying to push a wooden desk into the apartment next to Jungkook’s. She was obviously struggling, and the babbling baby strapped to her chest surely didn’t make it any easier.

“Hey, you need some help..?”

Taehyung hesitantly offered, standing there awkwardly.

“Wha-? Oh, please! Here, it’ll only be a second.”

Tae was expecting to help her in terms of strength to push the big desk into the other side, but what he didn’t expect was to have a baby strapped to his chest.

“Thank you so much! This will hopefully make things easier.”

The boy was frozen, arms woodenly hanging at his sides, eyes staring right into the big ones of the little human in the baby carrier.

Did a random woman just give him her baby..?

“Uh..” He gulped, not knowing what to do when the small baby started moving her small limbs around, chubby hands reaching for Taehyung’s face, “S-stay put.”

For fucks sake, she wasn’t a dog.

Jungkook pulled a shirt over his head & zipped up his pants before heading over to the doorway, one hand combing through his hair,

"Tae, are you coming back... uh, what.." he stopped when he saw taehyung standing there, the most tense he's ever been in his entire existence--- wait, is that a baby?

Kook said nothing, walking up to stand next to his boyfriend, doe eyes staring down at the cute little human, peering closer as he shares a small smile, making the tiny girl giggle,

"Who's this?" He withdrew to glance over at Taehyung, who seemed anything but thrilled to have a baby on him. Kook was still confused, as he didnt see the source of the baby as of yet--- like, a parent!

“I don’t know.” Taehyung’s muscles were stiff, “But I’m.. scared.”

Before the elder could diminish into a pile of his own shit, the familiar girl reappeared from behind the door, wiping the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand.

Taehyung didn’t know much about babies, but.. wasn’t, ‘Don’t leave your kid unattended with a stranger. They might kidnap them’, the first rule in some sort of parenting manual?

But, the hell does he know.

“Thank you so much for watching her!” She unclipped the baby carrier from Taehyung, who let out a breath of air he didn’t know he was holding until now.

His chest was free.

“Oh,” The girl’s eyes traveled over to the new face, “Hi! Sorry for bothering you guys.. This stupid desk just wouldn’t budge.”

The little girl began chewing on her small fist, slobbering all over it whilst she gawked at Jungkook, already growing fond of him.

Awkward silence filled the air, until it didn’t.

“I’m Jisoo! Apparently we’re neighbors..?”

Jungkook's eyes abruptly fell on the strange woman, he straightened his posture before giving her a bow when he did put two and two together-- She is indeed gonna be next door neighbours with him!

''Ah, really.. Yes, hello!'' He really was such an awkward boy,

''I'm Jeon Jungkook. Nice to meet you! Uh, welcome..'' He scrunched his nose as he smiled, eyes now trailing back to the cute baby, ''And who's this?''

Taehyung kept to himself, allowing Kook to take the lead in the introduction as his eyes raked over the woman’s face, and then to the blabbering baby attached to her chest.

She looked young, like she could be in High School. Surely she wasn’t the mother, perhaps the big sister.

Why was nobody else helping her move in?

“Oh, her?” Jisoo fondly smiled, taking a hold of her chubby hands before waving it in the air, as if the baby was the one greeting Jungkook, “Her name’s Min Yuna,” The girl seemed a bit hesitant to elaborate on it, but she did nonetheless. “My daughter.”

Whenever Jisoo broke the news to people, she was showered with dirty looks. Because god forbid someone her age was capable of raising a child.

“I’m not too young— well, I’m twenty-two so.. I guess that’s young?” She rambled, in her own little world as she tried to explain herself to the pair.

Jisoo was still sensitive to judgement.

“Uhm, anyway. It’s nice to meet you too, Jungkook. And..?”

The woman cocked a brow at Tae, chuckling a little.

“..man that watched my baby.”

“Taehyung.” A small smile pulled at the corners of the boy’s lips, who bowed out of respect.

“Taehyung! Got it.” Jisoo made herself a mental note of their names, having a feeling that they’d talk to each other more often than not.

Maybe to borrow some sugar, time will tell.

After Jisoo bid her goodbyes, Taehyung stepped back into Jungkook’s apartment, waiting for the younger to join him.

Jungkook waved goodbye before shutting the door tightly and heading back inside to join Taehyung. It was rather funny, how just ten minutes ago the younger was taking his boyfriend cock down his throat, and suddenly he'd been welcoming his new neighbour.. Well, neighbours, the small one counts.

''Well, that was.... bad timing.'' Jungkook jokes, stretching his arms up in the air as he walked closer to Taehyung, ''Never thought I'd see you with a baby. You looked incredibly comfortable,'' Another tease, a crooked eyebrow to make his point.

Taehyung pulled his shirt over his head, playfully aiming it at Jungkook’s face.

“Shut up..”

The elder boy kept his gaze trained on his boyfriend, leaning in closer to pull him down by the waist. They weren’t done yet, and Taehyung was going to make sure he was aware of that.

“Now that that’s over..” Tae bit down on his lip, hands sensually rubbing at the pair of thighs that were keeping him in place, looking up at Jungkook as the latter straddled his lap, “I wanna suck you off.”

Straight to the point. No hiding, no beating around the bush— Tae wanted to make Kook feel just as good.

Although he’d never actually sucked a guy off before, Taehyung was confident in his never before attempted skills from what he’s seen on the screen of his phone.

Ever since Jungkook and him started to date, Tae has binged a lot of gay porn. Admittedly, he wanted to make sure he was doing it right..

“So, that’s what I’m gonna do.”

With a smirk on his face, Taehyung flipped them over without any trouble, Kook now being the one with his butt on the couch. His hands fumbled with his boyfriend’s zipper, slipping off his pants and underwear in one go, desperate to get a feel.

The moment his eyes fell on Jungkook’s throbbing erection, Tae was practically foaming at the mouth.

He spread the precum from the pink, mushroom tip to the rest of the boy’s shaft. Taehyung kept his hooded gaze on Kook’s face, waiting for a reaction.

Jungkook couldn't even react properly to Tae's sudden words, a small yelp the only thing heard as he was flipped on his behind, eyes widening when he finally catches up with what is going to happen. His lips part with a soft sigh when his cock is finally freed from the uncomfortable strain of fabrics, however, his lips part even further when the elder touched him, his cock twitching within his boyfriends grasp,

''Shit...'' He had no words, and honestly-- he was excited... He's never actually had somebody suck him off before, and that in itself made him a little nervous.

Ironic since he's literally been fucked by the man below him. But this... It's new. Hands? Yes, he knows it.

Ass? Fucking amazing.

But Taehyung's mouth? A foreign concept, about to be explored, and Kook was about to give his boyfriend one of many firsts once again.

Taehyung seemed pleased with Kook’s reaction, slowly continuing to attend to the younger’s cock with his utmost attention.

He was doing the bare minimum, and he’d already managed to receive an airy curse from his boyfriend.

Fuck, he couldn’t wait to show Jungkook what he’s got.

Maybe Tae was being too cocky, maybe he was just being Taehyung. But what he knew for a fact was, he was going to make the other cum.

While his fingers tugged and played with Jungkook’s balls, the other set wrapped around the base of the boy’s cock. Wanting to be a tease, Tae pressed kitten licks on the tip, looking up at Kook through his dark eyelashes, wanting to see the frustration and arousal on his face.

Jungkooks gaze was fixated on Taehyung's ministrations, unable to rip his eyes off of the scene below him. Tae’s hands on him, the tasteful licks from the tongue that playfully poked through his boyfriends plush lips.

It was blissful, and frustrating. He wanted more.

“More...” he voiced out his needs, voice almost whiny as he kept his hands gripping onto his thighs, lips parting wider in breathy curses. His eyebrows were drawn together, hips automatically rutting for more friction.

Wanting it just as much, Taehyung gradually took more of Jungkook into his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut when he felt the tip of his boyfriend’s cock challenge his gag reflexes.

Reaching a comfortable length, Tae began to slowly bob his head, once in a while allowing his teeth to gently brush over the skin for the thrill of it.

His eyes were watery, but he pushed through.

He loved the way Jungkook tasted..

The hand that was wrapped around the base started to move, pumping the rest of what he couldn’t fit into his mouth.

Jungkook slouched down lower in his seat, one hand gently settling on top of taes head. He didnt guide the movements, he didn't force anything, just feeling Taehyung move his head on his own was incredibly hot.

"You're so good at this...." kook tilted his head down, dark locks dangling his eyes as a broken moan escapes his lips, his hips twitching. The urge to actually fuck his throat was strong, but... he knows itd hurt the elder.

"Harder...." kooks favorite word to utter during their moments, the younger was always greedy for more friction, more sensations. Harder, faster-- he relished and shuddered everytime Taehyung would tease with his teeth against the smooth skin of his length.

Tae heavily breathed through his nose, cheeks hallowed whilst he indulged himself in how it felt to be giving Jungkook a blowjob, adoring the way his boyfriend would plead for more.

It didn’t matter if he was straining his throat, Kook’s string of soft moans was his reason to keep going.

The elder listened, hand now moving at a faster speed, his head bobbing at a steady pace.

Lewd, wet noises of him sucking on Jungkook’s needy cock as if it were a lollipop arose to the ears, making Taehyung hum in approval, the vibrations hitting the other’s shaft.

He looked up at Kook, his innocent gaze so contradicting from his dirty, dirty actions.

Shit.. Tae felt his own erection scream for attention, for any kind of release— but he wouldn’t jerk himself off, he had other things in mind..

With one last bob of his head, Taehyung pulled away from the boy’s dick with a loud pop, staring down at the swollen tip that was drowning in his spit, a string of saliva still connecting them together.

Taehyung wiped at his swollen lips with the back of his hand, poking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth to retract some of Jungkook’s precum.

The elder worked on freeing himself from his pants, throwing the fabric to the side before straddling Kook’s lap, one hand on his shoulder while the other searched for the younger’s cock, guiding the tip to his hole.

“A-ahh..” Taehyung rubbed the tip against his entrance, rocking his hips.

Kook was confused about what Taehyung was doing, until he wasn't. His hands immediately grasped the elders ass to spread his cheeks further, needily rutting against his hole,

"Shit, you're really gonna ride me?" He breathed out in awe, the visuals before him of his boyfriends body on top of him was unmatchable, his thighs tightly pressing on each of kooks sides, his needy cock pathetically remaining untouched and hard.

Kook decided he wanted this faster, bringing his fingers to his lips to wet them before bringing them to taes hole, replacing his tip with his fingers pressing inside to stretch him,

"Just a little precaution..." he murmurs as he sits up straighter, placing kisses over his boyfriends torso as he keeps fingering him, stretching until he's able to scissor his fingers inside.

Taehyung’s body visibly trembled at the raw touch of his boyfriend’s active fingers, immediately clenching down on the pair as his initial response, biting down on his lip to prevent a strained cry of bliss from escaping.

Tae had yet to completely get used to the feeling, but if they kept this up, he’d get there in no time.

“Hmm.. Kook-ah.. t-that’s good.”

Both hands grasped onto the younger’s broad shoulders, staying somewhat still until he jolted in his spot, Kook’s fingers having poked against a certain area.

“Oh— yeah.. right there, baby.”

God, his boyfriend was the best. Just after fucking once, Jungkook knew where all of his weak spots hid.

Taehyung was impatiently dying to feel Kook’s dick inside of him once again, to re-experience that feeling of fullness. Thinking he knew best, the elder reached for the boy’s fingers, stubbornly pulling them out before carelessly plopping down on Jungkook’s cock, lips parting in a small gasp.

Fuck, that was a bad idea.

“Hngh.. shit.” Tae’s eyes watered, regretting his previous actions as he hid his face in the crook of his boyfriend’s neck, inhaling his scent whilst his legs shook at his sides.

Taehyung was stubbornly impatient, and for that he internally cursed himself out.

"Oh...!" Jungkook breathed out a surprised whimper, his cock suddenly being hugged by the warm tightness that is Taehyung's ass. It was so tight, it felt so good…

"Are you okay?" Kooks hands were back on the elders ass to spread him, keeping his hips still with his cock buried inside of the other male.

Just staying like this felt incredible. Kooks cock was throbbing,

"Move on me..." he wanted taehyung to decide when he was ready, scared to hurt him if he got too eager to begin with.

“Yeah..” Taehyung weakly breathed out into the other’s skin, arms loosely embracing Kook around his neck. The elder did as Jungkook told, beginning to gyrate his hips, squeaky moans muffled by their close contact.

Tae rocked on the younger’s cock back and forth, back and forth..

“Fucking love how you feel inside of me..”

He continued to rock them, fingers playing with the short strands of hair on the back of his boyfriend’s head, biting back his whines.

“You’re so strong.. and muscular— Ah..”

Back and forth..

Taehyung’s walls abruptly closed in on Jungkook’s cock, urging Tae to increase his speed.

So he did, hips rotating on the younger’s dick a little faster, pressing small kisses along his jawline.

'I fucking love you'... is what the younger wishes he would say--but instead chose to think it, moving his head to the side to grant taehyung better access to his neck,

"Yeah? You love my body?" Jungkook fished for praise, his strong hands squeezing at the flesh of the elders ass between his fingers as he started to buck his hips upwards to meet the movements of taes hips, his hands allowing him to start controlling the way Taehyung's ass smacked down on kooks cock, "And this fat cock? It's all yours, baby..."

Taehyung whined, throwing his head forward on Jungkook’s shoulder as he added a small hop to his movements, the sound of sticky skin against one another taking over.

“L-love is an understatement..”

He choked out, gyrating his hips faster than before, panting for breath.

“A-ahh! Ri-right there.. oh fuck, Kook that’s the spot.”

Tae clenched down on his boyfriend’s cock even harder, squeezing his eyes shut whilst he bit down on Kook’s shoulder, not wishing to scream out from pleasure.

Fuck, Taehyung was making the most beautiful noises, it was driving Jungkook mad, feeling every single hormone in his body awaken, burning in need to draw out more of these sinful sounds from the elder,

''Right there?'' Kook's voice was strained, breathy from fucking up into his boyfriend, putting an effort into using the muscles he's worked hard for. He's never been so grateful in his life for building his body, able to please Tae this way was everything, ''Fuck, Taehyung, you feel so good...'' He grunted lowly, digging his blunt nails into the flesh of Tae's ass, his thrusts becoming less and less merciful as his own greed for pleasure grew.

And as his desires for the man grew, he deemed this position now enough for him to fuck Taehyung the way he wanted, instead moving his hands to grasp the elders hips, flipping him over on his back against the couch, his own body towering over his lover.

''I can't get enough of you-- fuck..!'' Kook moaned out as he placed Tae's legs over his shoulders, leaning forward to push his cock as deep as physically possible inside of the man, this time able to fuck him to his own content. His core was strong, flexing as his movements were anything but gentle this time around.

The elder’s back hit the couch with a sharp cry of alarm, turned on by the way Jungkook manhandled his trembling body however he chose, knowing his only intention was to make them both lose their minds.

And fuck, was it working..

With every hard slap of his boyfriend’s balls against his skin, Tae’s legs slightly jolted from their place on Jungkook’s shoulders, toes stiffly curled inwards.

His head was turned to the side, outgrown fringe shielding his glassy eyes, fingers gripping at the other’s arms as they left behind faint dent marks from his nails.

Taehyung was still extremely sensitive to the feeling. After all, it was only the second time he’s gotten fucked in the ass.

“J-Jungkook..!”

A tear managed to roll down his rosy, sweat-glistened cheek, now facing Jungkook as he moaned out his name, craning his neck upwards so he could press a soft kiss to his boyfriend’s nose— his own way of letting him know that he was doing such a good job.

Tae felt a warmth bubble up within his lower stomach, building up with every second, every thrust of Jungkook’s cock into his gaping hole.

“I-I’m close.. real close!”

And just like that, Taehyung came, hard.

His body shook slightly, chest covered with a thick layer of sweat as he panted, feeling another tear stream down the side of his face, and finally onto the cushion of the couch where it joined the sweat shed by the both of them.

It hurt, but it was so, so good. It was the only pain Taehyung would go through again and again, until he was completely used to it.

“Fuck..”

As Taehyung came, his ass squeezed Kook's length so hard that it triggered his own orgasm, fucking into Taehyung with earnest until his hips stilled, leaning down closer as he cursed out a broken moan, his cock throbbing desperately as he filled Tae with every single drop of cum he possessed. He stayed still inside of him, drawing out the moment of letting his high last for as long as possible before it slowly faded down, exhaustion hitting him. He smiled weakly, beads of sweat trickling down his temples as he pressed soft kisses over Taehyung's cheeks.

Oh, how close he was to saying the forbidden words once more.

Should he? Why shouldn't he?

It could be so easy. A simple 'I love you'.. But, he was scared he wouldn't get the same words back.

''Hey... You're amazing.'' Is what he settled for, placing another kiss, this time on Tae's lips before he withdrew to sit on the couch, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand-- Naked, sweaty and a cock coated with his cum, ''I'm gonna prepare a shower, then we can eat something?'' He glanced down at the exhausted male, ''Are you okay?''

A lazy, barely visible smile pulled at the corners of Taehyung’s lips, who laid on his back like a starfish— arms and legs outstretched to their full potential, one of each hanging off the couch.

“I’m great.” This time a worn out chuckle, finally allowing the light to reach his eyes as he sat up, or at least attempted to.

He was going to be extremely sore again, wasn’t he?

Taehyung pushed his fringe back, not worrying much about the fact.

“Hey..” The elder quietly called out, voice a little strained. “You’re kind of amazing, too.”

And with that being said, Tae’s face flushed even more, embarrassed.

His lips parted once more, about to add on to his words when a loud, piercing cry emitted from the other side of Jungkook’s wall.

Oh yeah, the new neighbor.

“The baby doesn’t seem too happy..” Taehyung tiredly breathed out, attempting to stand on his own, “What do you think of her, anyways.” He asked, knowing what he thought.

She was a little funky, talkative.

Definitely didn’t expect her to be a mother, but Taehyung isn’t one to judge. Sometimes.

Jungkook hums, a smile pulling on his lips,

"She seems nice." He didn't elaborate. She did seem nice, a little wonky maybe. Surprised that she had a baby at her age, honestly-- but jungkook was in no position to judge. Besides, from what he gathered, there was no boyfriend to help her, so he automatically deemed her as a strong person. Who the hell manages to move on their own, with a baby?

Kook smoothed his hand over Taehyung's thigh as he looked at his boyfriend, his nose scrunched in a grin, "How about that shower? Come on." He offered his hand to help the younger, pulling him up on wobbly legs before guiding him to the bathroom, turning on the water. While waiting for it to heat up, he glanced over at taehyung, pulling him in by the waist to nuzzle their noses together, completely unbothered by the cum staining taes stomach now pressing against the stomach of his own skin, "Maybe we should check if she needs help with anything else. You could show off your skills as a babysitter."

“Fuck off, Kook.” Despite his harsh words, Taehyung chuckled, playfully hitting Jungkook’s chest, “Babies scare the shit out of me.”

He mumbled as he carefully stepped into the bathtub, humming in content at the warm beads of water trickling down his skin.

Taehyung wanted to thank whoever invented showers.

After his boyfriend fucked his brains out, it helped ease his sore muscles.

‘’I could tell," Jungkook teased, getting into the shower behind his boyfriend, grabbing the rarely used loofah to soap it up, "I think shes cute," he started to gently massage the soap against Taehyung's back, down to the back of his thighs before snaking his hand around the elders torso to wash off the cum, "The baby, I mean. I think babies are cute."

Taehyung was relishing his moment of glory, content moans dripping from his lips at the care Jungkook was putting on cleaning him up.

He peeked over his shoulder at his boyfriend, grinning.

“Of course she’s cute.” The elder agreed, now turning around to repay him, taking the loofah from Kook’s hand, “She’s a little human. Little humans are cute.” He kept his eyes glued on to what he was doing, lathering Jungkook’s chest with soap, then trailing it down to his stomach.

“But they also cry a lot, and puke, and throw up— no.” The elder shook his head in accentuation, now scrubbing along the other’s arms, focusing on the task at hand.

Jungkook smiled widely, lifting his arms slightly to give the elder better access to wash his skin,

''Puke and throw up? I've taken care of adults doing the same thing. Much cuter when it's a baby,'' Kook snatched the loofah back from Taehyung when he was finished, hanging it on the small hook attached to the wall before wrapping his arms around his boyfriend, forcing them both to step underneath the shower to let the water do the job of washing the soap off,

''Anyways... I'm really hungry... But I don't think I have anything in my fridge, honestly.'' His smile faded, feeling guilty about the fact that he couldn't even feed Taehyung, knowing he's a big eater, ''We could uh.. order something?''

Kook furrowed his eyebrows, trying to remember how much he had left in his bank account. Which is, never enough.

“You know what I meant.” Taehyung sighed, trying to stifle a grin of his own because of his stupidity.

He really shouldn’t let himself ramble all that much, nothing ever made sense.

His mind traveled back to him laying on Namjoon’s couch, holding a bucket of his own puke as if it were his most prized possession, his caramel skin faded and lips no longer rosy.

Tae felt bad for putting the both of them through that— through him, just.. being him.

Although Jungkook was only joking, Taehyung felt bothersome, but he didn’t show it on his face.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He gently cupped his boyfriend’s jaw, not wanting him to go through all that trouble for him.

Taehyung knew money was tight, Kook didn’t need to order anything.

When he was done with High School— which was in a couple months— Tae promised himself to find a job to help Jungkook, financially. It was no doubt that the monthly rent was a big strain on the younger’s bank account, as well as the obvious need for food.

“We’ll figure something— who’s that?”

Taehyung’s head whipped to the sound of the knocks on Jungkook’s front door, pulling himself away from the latter before grabbing a towel, quickly drying himself and the other off before throwing on his spare clothes.

Who would it be?

#fic: Love maze #Taekook smut #Vkook smut #Taehyung x Jungkook #BTS smut #BTS series #Taekook series #Vkook series #BTS mxm #Top Jungkook #Bottom Taehyung #sombreboy

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sayingthesamethings · 4 years ago

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Not Everyone (Oneshot)

Pairing: Todoroki x GN!Reader

Summary: It wasn’t often (Name)’s and Shouto’s schedules lined up, especially with the two students focusing on their internships. The two understood that not everyone has enough time in the day to spend it with their loved ones, and make do with what they have.

Warnings: Mentions of death, violence

I can’t breathe.

(Name) didn’t know where they were anymore. The young hero in training couldn’t see anything, for the entire area was enveloped in darkness. Cries for help in the distance were muffled by the ringing in their ears.

The cement beneath (Name)’s cheek cooled their burning flesh, but small pebbles and dust dug into them as well. In fact, they could feel dust clouding the air by the burning in their nose and lungs. They struggled to inhale; not only was the dust clogging their throat, but their ribcage felt painfully restricted.

The last thing (Name) could remember was following Thirteen, their mentor, to a distress call and encountering three League of Villains members before it all went black.

Where was Thirteen? Where were the other pro heroes?

Where am I? (Name) let out a wet cough and tried to move their right arm to wipe at their chin but realized they couldn’t feel their right arm or anything below the waist for that matter. They tried to use their shoulder to pull their arm closer, but it was completely pinned as far as they could tell. (Name) blinked harshly to clear the tears welling up in their eyes. Stay calm.

All (Name) had to do was stay calm and listen for someone passing by to call out to. They needed to assess their situation and surroundings but with a majority of their body incapacitated and the darkness surrounding them, they couldn’t get a read on their own status.

A blue flame suddenly ignited a few meters before her and illuminated a small area. The cause was a scarred man with inky black hair.

Dabi. The student felt a feeling of dread build in their chest. Their heart stuttered when they made direct eye contact with the villain. I have to- (Name) tried to move, but they only managed to shift the rubble piled on top of them to further press down on their crushed form. A harsh wheeze slipped past their busted lips.

“Looks like we missed one,” Dabi announced as he approached where (Name) lie prone. The hero in training reached out weakly with their left hand in hopes of creating a pitfall beneath him, but Dabi was quick to plant his heel down on their hand. “Ah ah ah.”

The villain towered over (Name), and the student shuddered at how he probed at them with his cold stare. They cried out with their strained voice as he twisted his foot and leaned more of his weight onto it.

Dabi leaned down slightly at the waist and squinted at (Name). “Say,” he began eerily. (Name) glared up at him. He continued, “Aren’t you one of those UA students?” Confusion wrinkled the space between (Name)’s eyebrows.

“What’s it to you?” (Name) spat. Quite literally. They noticed red flecks splatter against the ground in front of them. Dabi frowned when some got onto his shoe.

“Silly heroes,” a melodic voice mocked as light footsteps echoed through what little space was left in the ruins of the collapsed building. “Always saving others. Never able to save yourself.” (Name) felt dread chill their bones as another villain approached Dabi.

Dabi looked over at his lover and smirked. “Fashionably late. Nice,” he mused as he eased off of (Name)’s hand. It was probably broken.

The stranger huffed and retorted, “Spinner’s the one who took down the whole damn building. It’s not my fault I had trouble getting in.” They huffed and observed (Name) as said student stared back in fear. “Do I have to? They’re pretty young,” the villain mumbled and rubbed at their arm unnervingly.

“Just think of them as a really young and stupid pro,” Dabi advised as he flicked their chin playfully. “Like that wood guy. I don’t know.” Dabi groaned and nudged them closer to (Name). “Hurry up. Kurogiri’s waiting for us to clear the building,” he groaned.

His significant other sighed, “Why can’t you do it?”

“Because of situations like this. You need practice,” Dabi answered smoothly. He jerked his chin and chided, “Get on with it.”

No. (Name) felt her breathing stuttering yet picking up as the villain approached them slowly. They wiggled with all their might and tried to drag themselves out of the rubble with their free arm but to no avail. Please! Tears pooled at the corner of their eyes and streamed down their sullied cheeks.

“Sorry, kid. But you’re the same as them.” A soft song drifted through the air.

Shouto-!

Shouto sighed as Fuyumi continued to probe him about school. He didn’t realize that agreeing to spend ‘quality time’ with his sister would result in being dragged around the mall while she tried to better understand his social life.

“No, I will not be bringing (Name) to the house anytime soon,” Shouto huffed. Fuyumi frowned.

“I’m sure dad would like to meet them-” Shouto grunted.

The younger of the two interrupted, “I’m sure he would not. They’re in the support course.” Fuyumi deflated and looked off to the side. “Are we done here? I’d like to return to my dorm soon.”

“Is (Name) waiting for you?” Fuyumi inquired curiously. When Shouto remained relatively quiet, Fuyumi quietly snickered to herself.

“They’re on patrol with Thirteen,” Shouto answered.

Fuyumi hummed with a knowing smile, “But I bet you wish they weren’t.” Shouto rolled his eyes at his sister’s insinuation.

“I’m happy for them,” Shouto corrected. “They’ve been wanting an internship with Thirteen ever since the sports festival. They’ve worked hard to get it.” A gasp erupted a few paces behind him. He looked back at Fuyumi, covering her gasp with her hand. “What’s wrong, Fuyumi?”

Fuyumi, unable to take her eyes off the big screen across the street, pointed at it shakily and whispered, “Sh-Shouto, look.” Shouto furrowed his brows for a moment but followed her direction.

A whole building had been reduced to a little less than two stories standing. Blue flames danced all over the remains, and rescue heroes were desperately trying to extinguish the fires and escort survivors to emergency vehicles. Others were trying to find any other victims in the rubble.

Thirteen was among those searching the ruins of the building.

Shouto hurriedly surveyed the screen in search of (Name) nearby. His heart plummeted into his stomach when he didn’t immediately see you. All the air rushed out of his lungs as he watched lifeless bodies being pulled from under the rubble.

The student’s hand rushed out beside him to blindly grab his sister’s sleeve.

“Take me there. Now.”

It took Fuyumi a moment to figure out where the accident had occurred, but she figured it out once the news camera panned out and showed a convenience store where her friend worked. They rushed to Fuyumi’s car and sped off into the night.

The site was about 15 minutes out from the mall the Todoroki siblings were at. Fuyumi worriedly glanced over at Shouto, wringing his hands in his lap as his eyes frantically observed the passing scenery.

Shouto launched himself out of the car once Fuyumi slowed down enough as she approached the police tape. She called out to her younger brother, but the high school student charged past the police blockade between him and the disaster. Others tried to reach out and stop him, but he only froze their feet to the pavement and slid closer to where Thirteen was digging with her sidekicks.

“(Name)!” Shouto called as he tried to find his significant other in the thin spread of sidekicks and interns. “(Name)!” He climbed up the rubble to reach where Thirteen stood. He gasped, “Where’s (Name)?”

Thirteen ignored the student’s unpermitted presence and grunted, “We’re trying to clear the rubble to access the first floor.”

Shouto immediately began helping in pushing away rubble. He grabbed at rock and metal alike, and he ignored the cuts and blisters breaking his skin.

“Step back, Todoroki-san,” Thirteen instructed. Shouto reluctantly took a few steps back and watched as the support hero activated her quirk to consume the rest of the rubble with her black hole.

Shouto scrambled into the small opening created and stumbled around the dark space, barely illuminated by the opening he and Thirteen created.

“(Name)? Can you hear me?” Shouto called into the darkness. He pulled his shirt over the lower half of his face to avoid breathing in the soot and dust. He shouted, “(Name)?” With his free hand, he lit the palm of his hand to try and illuminate the area.

The faint light of Shouto’s quirk revealed (Name)’s crumpled frame buried under a mountain of debris. He gasped and rushed forward, his arms dropping to his sides and the flame extinguishing. Sliding to his knees, Shouto frantically shook them by their shoulder.

“Wake up, (Name),” Shouto murmured before turning over his shoulder. “They’re here!” he called as Thirteen and a few paramedics climbed down into the space. “You’re gonna be okay now, (Name),” Shouto sighed as the three adults approached. The two paramedics politely ushered him out of the way so that they could begin assessing (Name)’s condition.

“Nice work, Todoroki-san,” Thirteen applauded. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder in praise and stated, “Let’s get a rescue team down here to start removing the rubble so we can transport-”

The female paramedic interrupted, “Thirteen.” Both the support hero and student turned to the pale-faced paramedics. “They’re gone.”

Shouto felt all his senses suddenly dull. His vision blurred, his hearing became muffled, his mouth went dry. The world seemed to fade away as the paramedic pulled her hand away from (Name)’s pulse point while the male paramedic raised his head from where he was listening for their heartbeat through their back. He shook his head with a grimace.

“Ah,” Shouto gasped but suffocated around the need to heave all the contents of his stomach. Thirteen was shaken as well but reached around Shouto to hold him still as his body lurched forward.

No. The student refused to move when the other pro heroes tried to pull him away from the sight. His heterochromatic eyes were fixated on (Name)’s lifeless form. Shouto fought against the heroes’ grasps and tried to get closer to (Name), but he couldn’t break free.

A cry of anguish ripped Shouto’s vocal chords. He cried out for his significant other as tears drenched his face and shirt collar. Thirteen fell to her knees beside her fallen student and flinched at each scream from Shouto as he was dragged out of the building.

I couldn’t even say goodbye.

But not everyone can.

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bbrandy2002 · 5 years ago

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My Love

Chapter Two-There You'll Be

Book: The Royal Heir

Liam x Riley

Series Summary: After losing the love of his life, Liam is left with a newborn daughter and a council that demands he endure another social season quickly. Not wanting to move on, he gets help from an unlikely ally-his late wife.

C/N: It wont always be like this, that's all I'm saying. This is angsty!!!

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The capital city was peaceful as it laid under a veil of darkness. The moon glowed brightly in a cloudless sky, the stars glistened like clusters of white diamonds and sapphires and the ebb and flow of the Mediterranean tide gave off a calming lull. Spring was in full bloom and the typical, crisp night winds were just beginning to have a touch of warmth. It was a time for renewal and rebirth in Cordonia-tiny seeds and saplings sprouting into little blossoms.

Meanwhile, in a private, heavily guarded section of the hospital, was a room and a shattered heart. Monitors were shut off, silencing its deafening sounds, tubes removed, and lights dimmed to match the mood within its walls. Staff began collecting equipment and their distraught selves, leaving Liam behind to hover over Riley’s bedside, alone.

He couldn't take his heavily, tearful eyes off her, nor did he dare try. As he stood next to her bed in a complete daze, trying to make any kind of sense of what just took place, he reached out for her tiny hand. For a moment he just held it in his; rubbing his thumb gently along the outside of her palm, wanting desperately to feel her squeeze back, even if just slightly.

This wasn't the first time he felt the consequences of an unexpected loss, yet, this...this was different than his mothers. The woman who gave him everything he ever dreamed of- the chance to be himself, an unconditional love, a real marriage and a family- was somehow gone.

Liam leaned down and lifted the dainty hand he held in his, up to his lips, placing a soft kiss over her knuckles.

"And here we wait", Riley exclaimed as she leaned against the railing of the dock overlooking the water of the New York bay. The gusty wind blowing her brown hair in twists and twirls, sweeping across her face and covering the golden hue of her cheeks.

Liam stepped up beside her, gazing out at the near empty waters before quirking his brow at her, "For?".

Riley beamed enthusiastically tapping him lightly on the shoulder, "For a magical boat ride I've summoned just for you".

He brushes her pale, cool hand across his cheek, then holds it in place, memorizing how she feels- how she made him feel. Her engagement ring dimples his skin and he can't help but recall the night he gave it to her.

His lips begin to quiver, feeling an ache in his chest he'd never felt before, "Riley'' he wails out, completely overcome by an increasing wave of grief, "darling, don't leave me".

He turns her hand over and kisses the palm, his lips lingering along each crease and fingertip. Lowering her hand and placing it gently across her stomach, draped by a white sheet, his eyes turn his gaze to her peaceful, face. Liam traces his thumb along her jawline, caresses her cheek, and trails his finger over her lips.

Standing side-by-side on the deck of the boat Riley had miraculously summoned on his behalf, he reached for her hand, “I want you to know that I admire you. Your adventurous spirit. The way you follow your heart”.

She laces her fingers through his, “You can live that way too.''

“If only. My whole life I”ve prepared myself to do what’s best for Cordonia”.

“Well...we’re not in Cordonia now…”, Riley wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him closer, searching his eyes before meeting his lips with hers. They kiss passionately while the mist of the sea rains down on them.

Liam smiles into her kiss, "You're full of surprises aren't you?"

She leans in for one more kiss and pulls away with a sly grin, "I try".

"I'm glad to have met you, Riley. I'll never forget this night”.

With both hands, he wipes away the tears that have drenched his cheeks and were hanging off his chin. He needed to be closer to her, to feel her body pressed against his and to hold her in his arms. Climbing into the bed beside her with very little room for himself, he rolled to his side and placed one arm under her and with the other, pulled her closer to him, cradling her head snuggly against his neck Feeling her cold skin against his own flesh, Liam pulled the sheet up around her chest and wrapped her tightly in his arms. This was his Riley after all, he couldn’t help but want to protect her, keep her warm and feeling safe in his arms. He rested the side of his face on top of her head, breathing in the floral scent of her hair that was becoming moistened by the never ending tears that fell into them.

“My love...’, he swallowed between whimpers, his entire body quaking with grief, “I don’t know how to do this love...I don’t...I don’t know what to do without you”.

*****

Outside of her room, a despondent Bastien stood on the other side of the closed door. He could hear every sniffle, every agonizing moan and grief stricken sob that escaped from his King. He, himself, stunned by the entire situation and the loss of a young Queen who took Cordonia by storm. He pondered whether she had ever truly forgiven him for his part in the Applewood incident. Bastien was sure she had, she was always nothing but kind and respectful to him, yet, his regret for that ordeal crashed into his chest like a ton of bricks.

He glanced over to dozens of guards, watching over the door to the private wing, noticing that all their training in keeping their emotions in check were failing miserably. Bastien bit his top lip and inhaled deeply through his nose, attempting to maintain some composure, but, knowing this was the saddest situation he had witnessed since Jackson Walker’s death. He remembered the look on a devastated, young Drake’s face when he told him his father had passed away.

As if it were some cosmic joke, he turned to see a stunned Drake standing there, both hands in his pockets with that same look of denial again.

Drake knew by Bastien’s demeanor and that of the guards he passed coming in, what her status was, but wouldn't allow his heart to accept it.

He approached Bastien wearily, breathing heavily from adrenaline and fear, “Where is she Bas, where’s Brook’s...I need to see her.”

Bastien gestured with his weepy eyes to the door and Drake stepped away from him to go inside, but, Bastien grabbed his arm to hold him back.

“You can’t go in there right now, Drake.’

Drake jerked his arm back, “The hell I can’t, she needs me...Liam needs me...and WHERE THE FUCK ARE ALL THE DOCTORS AT, she needs help?”

"Son, keep your voice down'' he muttered, pressing into Drake's chest to ease him away from the door and into the opposite wall.

Bastien gripped both of Drake’s shoulders and looked into his troubled eyes with a sigh, “Drake..”

“Don’t...don’t you dare say it’, shirking away from him, nodding furiously, “don’t...she’s not…’, his voice becoming weak and raspy, “she not...gone”. Drake weaved around Bastien, gasping for words, his eyes welling up and raised his hand to Riley’s room. He pushed it in quietly, just enough to see his distraught best friend on her hospital bed cradling- his, Brooks.

Drake reaches out and shoves Riley, who for a second, struggles to keep her footing before toppling over and landing on a soft snow drift.

“Hey!” she yells, prepared to give him a piece of her mind, however, stops herself when she notices the most star-filled sky she had ever laid her eyes on. The stars shooting, light up the night.

“Drake...:”

He plops down next to her, “Yes, my lady?”

“This is absolutely gorgeous”.

Drake takes in a refreshing breath, “Nothing beats a clear view of the sky during a meteor shower”.

Riley smiles as she watches stars race across the sky; her eyes glistening with astonishment, “I’m glad I didn’t miss this”.

He huffs, “Really? Would’ve figured you’d rather eat bon-bons and dress up tiny dogs, or whatever shit Olivia had planned for the night”.

“Not exactly my scene”, she scoffs.

As they both stare up at the sky, the clouds start to creep across the stars.

“Looks like we were just in time to see this before the storm comes”.

“Yeah, I didn’t want to miss it”, he rubs a hand over his face, “I used to do this with my sister, Savannah, every year. We grew up around the royals. My dad used to do security for Liam and his brother, and my sister and I were allowed to hang out with them. My sister, she’s...she’s been through a lot”.

“Wow, did Drake Walker just open up to me, maybe trust me a little?”.

“I don’t trust a lot of people, Brooks, but maybe I do trust you”.

“Drake, that’s probably the nicest thing you’ve ever said to anyone”.

“Heh, maybe”.

As more snowflakes continue to fall, Drake sighed, “I better get you back. It’d be quite a scandal if I let one of the Prince’s suitors freeze to death out here on my watch’.

“I’d hate for my untimely demise to cause you any difficulty’,

He stands from the snow, sweeping the flakes from his backside and extends his hand to Riley, “Let’s go back in”.

Drake’s body began to shake and his chest tightened as he closed the door back gingerly. He turned to face Bastien, feeling a weakness he hadn’t experienced in many years and fell limply to his knees.

********

Maxwell didn’t need an alarm clock to wake up, his energy and alertness kicked in at 5:00 every morning, ready to go. He threw the panda comforter Hana bought him for Christmas off and stretched heartily, contemplating whether to get in an early morning jog or eat a bowl of brownie ripple ice cream before feeding the peacocks. “It’s always the ice cream, ain’t that right, Drake Jr”, he spoke to the guinea pig staring at him from its cage. He threw on a blue, cashmere robe to conceal his Batman boxers, since Savannah didn’t approve of him walking around naked in the estate.

After using the restroom, he headed to the dark kitchen on the first floor, flipping on the lights and grabbing a serving spoon out of a utensil drawer. He stood in front of the open freezer door, trying to decide whether he wanted the brownie ripple or the mint chocolate chip, “what the hell, let’s live dangerously”, reaching for both of them.

Maxwell flopped back on the couch with both cartons of ice cream and his serving spoon, sitting them both beside him before snatching the remote from the coffee table. He dug out a hearty spoonful of brownie ripple and licked on it while flipping through the channels.

“We have an unconfirmed report that the Queen of Cordonia has passed away unexpectedly. Sources right now are trying to reach the Royal Press office for confirmation”.

Maxwell’s hand shook with panic as he flipped to the next channel and the next, each one reporting the breaking news alert with Riley face plastered in the backdrop.

He dropped his spoon in the container and tossed it off of him, desperately searching the pockets of his robe for his cell phone. When he found it, he pulled up his messages and found dozens of texts from reporters wanting him to confirm her passing.

“What the fuck is going on?”.

Maxwell flipped desperately to his contacts and tried to call Riley...no answer. He tried Liam several times, each one going to voicemail. Overwhelming fear set in as he pushed the number for Drake, hoping he may have heard something...anything.

Maxwell cleared his throat, a collection of bile had stifled his voice, “Drake, please tell me it’s not true”.

What he heard was not what he wanted to hear; he didn’t end the call, just loosely allowed his phone to slip from his ear and crash to the floor, his lip quivering, “Little Blossom”.

Maxwell watches a forlorn Riley waiting at the corner across from the bar he met her the previous night. After she gets clearing to cross, he pipes up through the sunroof of the limo parked in front and waves his arms wildly.

“Riley!”, he shouts and she approaches him with a bit of confusion and hesitation.

“Maxwell, right?

“Yeah, I'm glad I caught you. We’re heading back to Cordonia so Liam can find someone to marry and all that jazz. But before I go, I wanted to officially extend to you an invitation to join us for the festivities in Cordonia”.

“Huh?”.

“You wouldn’t be allowed to join...but I wanted to sponsor you!”.

Riley furrowed her brow, “You...want to sponsor...me”, she snickered, “is this a joke?”.

“Nah, girl. I’m from a noble house, but I don’t have any sisters, so we don’t have anyone in contention to marry the Prince. Instead we can sponsor any girl we choose. And you’re my pick!”.

Riley shook her head, slightly taken aback, yet, intrigued by his proposal, animated use of hand gestures and liveliness, “You want to sponsor me? Why?”,

“I’m not doing it for you. I saw how LIam looked at you last night. I’ve never seen him so happy. Honestly? I don’t want him to lose that. We’re kinda crunched for time though. I’ve got a plane leaving within the hour…”

Riley looks around at her bleak surroundings, shifting anxiously at the thought of seeing Liam again, getting away from the boredom and dread that had become her life, and the absolute hell that was waitressing at the bar that stood in front of her. She looked up at Maxwell, a large grin plastered on her face, “I”m in”.

“Yeah”, Maxwell pumped his fist in the air, causing the limo to bounce, “Go pack your bag. This is going to be the adventure of a lifetime”.

Maxwell glanced up at the fireplace, where a selfie of he and Riley posing with the mechanical bull at the American bar during Drake’s birthday, sat in a glittery frame. He felt the blood drain from his face, nausea building in the pit of his stomach and he bolted from the couch, “Bertrand!”

*******

Liam stayed with Riley for over an hour before kissing her once more, making promises to love her forever and take care of Ellie; hoping she would be everything her mother was.

He reached the door of her room and looked back once more as a nurse was carefully placing the sheet to cover her entire body. After exiting the room, he was met by Drake, who pulled him into a hug that didn’t end for several minutes while both wept into the other.

The guards cleared the halls that led to a private exit, hoping to avoid any and all press or prying eyes. Bastien returned and escorted Liam and Drake through the cordoned off hallways and passages that led to a private car, so not to be followed.

Liam’s mind was in a complete tailspin. Thoughts of what took place, how a young, vibrant woman dies suddenly without warning, and how the hell he was going to live the rest of his life without her. He was a King without his Queen, a husband without his wife, and a father without the mother of his child. Nothing made sense, but there was no time to try to make any sense of it; he had a country waiting anxiously to hear word on the fate of his wife and a newborn baby that he was now the sole parent for. In all of his heartbreak, Liam wanted to run far away, to scream, to take all of his anger and grief out on something.

Bastien maneuvered the car through the throngs of press and people that had amassed around the gates of the palace. Entering through the garage of the palace, he parked the car and Liam jumped out before the door could be opened for him. Drake offered to stay with him, but Liam heard nothing. He wanted to get back to his quarters as quickly as possible, away from everyone and the flurry of questions he had no answers for. This was a new life for Liam, one that he hadn’t fully digested yet, nor believed he ever would.

He opened the door to his quarters, stepping slowly inside to the darkened foyer, passing listlessly through into the living room. Remnants of Riley scattered throughout from the pictures on the walls, her favorite throw blanket folded neatly on the ottoman, and a vase of purple lilies he bought her yesterday, adorned on the sofa table. Moving to the ottoman, he picked up the throw blanket and sat down on the sofa, lifting the blanket to his nose and inhaling sharply. Her scent lingering from the soft fabric and memories of her laugh, her giggles, the playfulness she exuded flooding through him. He gripped her throw tightly, slumping down onto the floor and began to sob uncontrollably into it. This was his reality, one that he would never accept.

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ablogcalledrevenge · 5 years ago

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Potential (A General Hux x Reader Insert Multi-Chapter Fic, Rated T)

Chapter Three

The evening had started so promising and lovely. It was a simple gala to raise funds for the Order and a chance for you to meet the Council and higher Admirals. While General Hux did take direct orders from Supreme Leader Snoke, most decisions that concerned the First Order had to get approved by the Council. There were many nights where you listened to your husband rant about their incompetence and lack of foresight. Anything involving finances or major operations needed their say-so, and they did not grant it often. They were old members of the Imperial Army, kept fat by ancestral money and tarnishing reputations. You needed to figure out which ones to keep and which ones were expendable. When you took over you’d probably get rid of the Council entirely but for now they had power over the General and you needed to show respect.

Your husband had kept an arm around your waist almost the whole evening and you felt as though you were floating through the night. You were singing his praises, extolling triumph and virtue upon him and the First Order. Every nod in agreement was a credit in the coffers and point in your favor. Then it all went wrong.

You had stepped away to use the refresher and then gotten waylaid by some Colonel’s wife. While you found the lot of them vapid, you understood their usefulness in influencing their husband’s opinions, and so you spent a good few minutes exchanging pleasantries and gossip. They were loose with their tongues after some wine and you quickly learned how loyal some of the more affluent members were and to whom they were loyal. A good number viewed Snoke with indifference and merely cared about gaining control of the Galaxy again. They would follow General Hux before Snoke if the ideas were good enough and the rewards were large enough. These bloated old men just wanted the glory of the Empire restored and the status quo kept. You wouldn’t be doing that, but why burst their bubble so soon.

Excusing yourself, you searched the large hall for the flash of red that was your husband and found him talking with a handsome older gentleman. His eyes caught yours and your heart skipped a beat against your will. Under the glowing lights of the banquet hall, his cheeks flushed from the good food and drink, your husband looked resplendent. He was so full of vitality and power, oh your heart suddenly ached to be close to him. He would be magnificent when you gave him the helm of the galaxy.

“Ah, there you are my dear.” He said, grabbing your hand and rubbing your knuckles before pulling you to him and placing his hand back on your waist. The touch, even through your dress, was scorching. Touch with him always seemed to be one step forward, two steps back. He would kiss your hand or forehead every night before you retired but he never pushed further. Sometimes you would sit together in the evening after his shift, knees touching but if you even tried to get closer he would pull away. You couldn’t figure out why. If he wasn’t attracted to women, you wouldn’t have been offended. But if he wasn’t attracted to you, you’d rather know sooner than later. The rejection was starting to sting and you desperately craved some kind of intimacy.

“Forgive me for leaving you. I got a bit distracted by Colonel Paru’s wife. She just came back from Naboo and had so much to tell me.” You say bashfully, looking at the other man. He smiled but it did not reach his eyes. You turn towards your husband in a subtle move of solidarity.

“Not at all (Y/N), I was just speaking with Allegiant General Pryde.” Hux replies, pushing against your back towards your guest. Extending your hand gracefully, you allow Pryde to take it in a strong grip. His stare was very cold and dismissive.

“How nice to meet you Allegiant General. How are you enjoying the party?” You ask pleasantly, pulling your hand back with a strained smile. While you enjoyed socializing and subtly employing your influence, you were tired. Everyone around you felt like a statue, so stiff and impersonal. It reminded you too much of your mother’s parties, where everyone was trying to vye for meager power and hid behind invisible masks.

“It’s quite the glittering assemblage Lady Hux, made all the more beautiful by your inclusion. I was just telling your husband how lucky he was to have you as a wife. Not all of us are content to remain bachelors. How he can focus on his missions with such a becoming woman on his arm is admirable.” He said with a rueful chuckle that seemed fake and incendiary. You blush and look towards your General in exaggerated adoration but his face has gone tight. A few more people come over to join your conversation, clearly wanting to get in good with Pryde.

“Yes I suppose if one is forced to be wed, (Y/N) is an acceptable partner. Do not envy me, General Pryde, married life comes with it’s own struggles. The First Order and the Supreme Leader’s vision must always come first and I assure you, they do.” His hand drops from your waist and your smile follows it.

“In the next cycle I plan to pitch a great new weapon to the Supreme Leader that will cement the First Order’s place in the galaxy and take out the pitiful Resistance in one fell swoop. No one, certainly not an insipid girl obsessed with dresses and galas, can keep me from my purpose. My marriage is only proof that the galaxy needs the First Order, the crumbling Imperial kingdoms returned to their rightful place through the Supreme Leader’s brilliance. They could not do so without our strength and power. We have been extending our reach throughout the galaxy and soon we will be unstoppable.” He says, his eyes seeing far beyond the crowd that surrounds you, his fists tightening in their gloves. He has the look of fervor that comes over him when he makes a speech in front of the Stormtroopers. Pryde’s insinuation has insulted him and in response he is insulting you.

“Come now General, are you really that derisive of your wife? I managed to catch her speech on Ando and I found it very eloquent and inspiring. The First Order needs more than weapons to bring the people to it’s might.” A Major pipes up, though his comment does little to improve your mood.

Hux scoffs and stands in parade rest, a tell you’ve noticed him doing when he feels unprepared and uneasy. It gives him comfort to stand so tall and still and you clench your fists to stop yourself from pushing him over.

“My wife is skilled in many things, that is true. While we do have more systems under our banner because of her tour, I am sure they would have succumbed to our power regardless. Wars are won with strategies, not lunch meetings.” His accent has started to sound ridiculously crisp and pompous and you long to pull his hair and make him groan like a wounded animal.

The other men are agreeing with him, asking about this weapon that is news to you, commenting on how ridiculous their wives are with their clothes and petty squabbles. The noise rises to a static sound, everything becoming muffled as though you are underwater. Your vision tunnels on your husband’s face, severe and uncaring. He turns to you and gives you a look of such contempt and distaste, your gasp of hurt is clearly audible.

“I’m going home now, please excuse me.” You say quietly but full of venom, before turning on your heel and breaking away from the group. Laughter follows your departure and you tighten your lips in order to stop yourself from crying. You knew the General could be harsh, but never imagined it would be towards you. And to insult your intelligence and your partnership, to bring up a brand new idea out of nowhere, to hurt you so badly in front of your peers, cut deeper than any physical wound.

Pushing through throngs of people, you don’t excuse yourself or explain. Your happiness at the beginning of the evening is waning. Your beautiful pink gown, with it’s large skirt and train is a hindrance to you, slowing your escape. You’re so focused on getting past a large group of women in similarly large dresses, that you don’t see Lord Ren until he grabs your arm to stop you.

His mask offers you nothing though his grip is tight but not painful. You push your hand against his and try to pull away. He is an unyielding mountain in your path.

“Lady Hux, you-” He starts to say, the robotic voice sounding almost soft. But you’re close to crying and you will not embarrass yourself any further. Lacking any fear that you would normally have in this scenario, you manage to break free of his hold.

“Don’t talk to me. I refuse to suffer any more indignities tonight. Surely your reproach can wait.” You bark out before quickly running out the door. You do not see the way his eyes follow your retreat or the glare he levels at your husband.

You leave the party in silence and you return to your rooms in silence. He has not chosen to follow you and the dismissal is one more barb against you. If he thinks you’re going to forget about this by the time he gets back, he is sorely mistaken. Glancing around the room, your eyes catch all of his possessions, meager as they are, and you long to destroy them. But you won’t, you have consideration for people.

You rip off your tiara and sit down on the couch in a huff of silk instead. You’ll wait for him, pacing around your quarters and your temper getting higher and higher. How dare he humiliate you like that, in front of all those important people? And what of this new weapon? Did he have plans outside of the ones you made together? Why didn’t he tell you? Why didn’t he trust you?

An hour of this circular thought passes before the door opens again and he enters. You were sure you looked a mess, hair falling out of it’s style and face lined from worry. He doesn’t spare you a glance before taking off his gloves and setting them on the small table by the door like he always does. You hate him so deeply in that moment, the color of his hair fills your vision and you wonder if he can hear the warning bells pealing.

Your husband doesn’t say much, quite surprising considering how much he was talking earlier, and goes over to the liquor cabinet. He pours a drink for himself and does not offer you something, how typical. Though you wouldn’t take a drink even if he did; your head already feels hazy.

The memories of tonight start to swirl and bubble in your brain as you watch him take off his outerwear and settle at his desk. He’s not going to acknowledge you or your anger and that only fuels your fire. You push off the couch and up to his desk, sweeping an arm across the surface and knocking everything to the ground. His chair screeches against the floor as he stands abruptly.

“How dare you! That’s my work, you can’t just do that. You could break it.” He shouts, pointing a finger in your face. You relish his irritation, happy for some kind of reaction.

“How dare I? You can’t just ignore me after what you did. You don’t get to act like I’m some silly girl with hurt feelings! You blindsided me in front of all the Admirals and governors and made me look like an idiot. We’re supposed to be a team and you treated me like a stupid subordinate.” You shout, backing away from him and running to the bedroom. The door stays open because your fight isn’t over yet.

“You told Pryde about some new weapon you have, about your plans. What new weapon? I thought we agreed we were going to focus on taking as much ground as possible. We decided that gaining land and territories was more important than some large show of violent power. Are you drunk? You almost gave away our true ideas to the men we’re trying to get rid of!” You say through the open door, struggling to take off your dress. He makes a move as if to join you and help but you hold a hand up to stop him. Somehow you manage and glare at him in your slip, the chill of your quarters only adding to the loneliness that surrounds you. He scoffs again, the sound jarring.

“You’re just cross because I didn’t include you in my plan. Not everything in my life needs to concern you and clearly you don’t have the acumen to understand it.” Hux replies, focusing more on the items you pushed off his desk than you. It’s a small thing but the fact that he won’t even look at you as you yell is what snaps something inside of you. Running out of the bedroom, you slap him hard across the face. He lets out a gasp of shock and you kick a leg out to knock him to the ground. Flat on his back, you get on top of him settling your weight on his stomach.

“Listen to me, you pompous foolish child! You would have nothing without me. I made you! You would have no plan without me! You came to me begging for credits and I gave you purpose. I don’t need you, any high ranking official would’ve worked, but I chose you. Snoke would find you lacking and kill you soon enough. You need me! I won’t let you diminish me and toss me aside.” You sneer, your hands coming up to grab at his neck. You don’t squeeze but the small pressure you place is a reminder. He pushes against you, clearly not impressed with your behavior. He opens his mouth to speak but you cut him off.

“You want to rule the galaxy and get rid of Snoke, then you better start showing me some respect. I am not a stupid girl and you should be defending me in front of the Council! Pryde is your competition and a block in our path and you want to cozy up to him? Have some conviction in your goals!” You demand before he flips your positions, his body hovering above you. His hands push your wrists up above your head and against the hard floor as his legs bracket yours. Apparently it’s his turn to speak.

“How dare you strike me! I could kill you with barely any energy expended. Your ideas only work with me and you know it. You needed someone with power and an audience with Snoke to get what you want. You need me! I have every right to look at you and your weaknesses with contempt because they’re obvious. You say I have potential and yet you refuse to let me plot my own future. I was doing just fine before you came along and I will do just fine after you’re gone.” He yells back, spittle dropping onto your face as you squirm. His face is turning red with rage. You aren’t afraid per se, but you do feel uncertain. You’ve never seen him so incensed and certainly not at you.

It dawns on you then why he’s so incensed and why he’s fighting back with you like this. If he truly felt this way, he would’ve gotten rid of you long ago. This whole evening has shaken him and a smile forms as you laugh in his face.

“You are so transparent! You’ve realized you’re replaceable and you’re scared. You can’t hide from me General. You know that there’s nothing special about you and that I could become Empress with anyone else. Perhaps I should drop you and move on to someone like Pryde. He has true ambition. Or maybe I should leave you for Kylo Ren and back someone with actual power instead of a boy playing at General and begging for approval from Daddy. At least one of them might actually fuck me and make all this worth it.” His eyes widen and he rears back, his grip loosening. You use his surprise against him and grip his face with your nails. You hope he bleeds from the sharp points. No one speaks for a moment, the air around you is hot and tense.

It is eerily silent as his hand slides up to your neck. It does not push or squeeze, it just sits there in warning. A flash of fear enters you and the spark of triumph in his eyes makes you positive he’s seen it. You feel like he can see right through you in that moment, can see through to your very soul and pick up your deepest insecurities.

“Is that what this is about? Is that why you’re so upset?” He coos, his voice dark and low. He’s mocking you and your heart hammers inside your chest. His cheek is still pink where you slapped him and he pulls your hand away, the white indentations from your nails fading.

“You just need someone to fuck you and put you in your place huh? Someone to remind you that you’re important? My dear you could have just asked, I would’ve fucked you in a heartbeat if I knew it would keep you behaved.” He murmurs, his face very close to yours. You swallow down your disgust and mortification.

“I don’t want you to fuck me to keep me quiet. I want you to respect me and my ideas. I want you to acknowledge what I’m doing for you. I want us to be a united pair! I want you to fuck me because you care about me!” You plead, the fight in you draining in the face of his ridicule.

“I don’t know where this is coming from,” You continue, “we were working so well before and now, now you’re being very cruel. I didn’t think you would ever be like this. We’re supposed to work together.” You sigh, your body drooping and, to your horror, tears start to fall.

With tears clouding your vision, you don’t see the breaking of his cold facade or the guilt in his eyes. He pulls away and since his body was the only thing holding you up, you collapse onto the floor again, crying. The emotional whiplash of the evening has caught up with you.

All you wanted was to be important, to make change in the galaxy. You just wanted someone to listen and care about you. You thought that General Hux could give you that but clearly not. He was just going to use you like everyone else. You were nothing more than a bargaining chip for your parents, a pretty broodmare for some politician or soldier. But Hux, you were going to give him everything and all you wanted in return was someone to give you some control and freedom over your own life.

“(Y/N)... I…” He stammers out and you realize that you just said that all out loud. But what’s more degradation? What’s more pain? You keep your face down, speaking your anguish at the floor instead of the person causing it like the scared little girl you are.

“You already know my plan, you don’t need me. You can throw me out of the airlock and leave me to my fate. I can’t stand this anymore. You’ve ignored me for weeks and now you insult me and almost ruin anything. I’m sorry I’m such a disappointment.” You choke out.

Then, a change. Hux lifts you from the floor and holds you against his chest. You stop crying in surprise and look up at him hesitantly as he brings you to the bedroom. Setting you down gently on the bed, he pulls off his boots and sits down next to you. He hands you a tissue and you wipe at your face. The man in front of you is a stranger and you come to grips with how little you know about him.

Your husband looks very young right now, and you remember his age. He’s done so much in such a short amount of time, his inexperience is showing. You’re both children playing at being adults, playing at being Gods.

“I’m sorry.” He says quietly in the darkness of your bedroom. You look at him from the corner of your eye. “Before you came over, General Pryde was speaking to me and he was undermining my latest choices. I was very angry and I took it out on you. I shouldn’t have. You’re right, we should be a team. Everything that you said was right. I do need you and I should be more considerate of you.” The words sound difficult for him to say but he’ll receive no comfort from you.

“I am replaceable.” The word echoes around the room and the horrible truth of it is written across his face. It’s hard to come to terms with your own lack of importance, but it was a lesson he had to learn. Or at least, as he was doing now, admit out loud. To be truly great, you would have to bring him up from nothing and he had to let you.

“So much is riding on this,” He continues, his fingers digging into his palms, “I don’t want to fail before we even begin. We could be discovered for our treason and killed. I’ve been a disappointment all my life, I would never want to make you feel that way. I want to succeed and I think seeing you this evening, charming everyone and looking so beautiful, it made me realize how little I actually do. Ever since Starkiller, I’ve felt so adrift. Snoke is giving me nothing and I’m following the barest traces of the Resistance in order to have something to oversee. I feel useless in the face of your ambitions.” He closes his eyes and swallows. His drink is back in the sitting room.

Knowing his habits, you carefully open his hands to stop him from hurting himself more. You lean over and kiss each palm and each fingertip, still unsure of what you want in this moment. He pulls his hands away and stretches out to lie fully on the bed. It is the first time you’ve ever seen him do it. Hux has not joined you in the bedroom the whole time you’ve been on the Finalizer and the dark circles under his eyes lead you to believe he may have been sleeping on the couch.

You shuffle down as well, lying next to him in the grey light the stars give you. You yawn, feeling the exhaustion from the whole evening come over you. You clear your throat, wiping at your face again.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel useless or stupid. I want so badly for this to work that I guess I took over without thinking of your needs and position. I’m doing this for you but that doesn’t mean I get to make all the decisions.” You whisper, turning your head to look at him. His eyes are still closed and he takes in a breath through his nose.

He finally turns to face you, regarding you nervously. The normal verdant green of his eyes has turned into a darker shade, but they are still so expressive and beautiful to you. Even in your anger and sadness, he is breathtaking to you.

“Why me? Why am I so special? Why put all your energy into making me Emperor? This plan will uproot everything and change the power systems of the galaxy. Why bother?” He questions, sounding very scared and exposed. You scoot closer to him, your noses almost touching. One of your hands comes to caress at his cheek, the same one you hit only minutes before. He does not flinch and you sigh in relief.

“Because you are special. I was wrong to say otherwise. You hurt me and I wanted to hurt you back. You are so smart and capable and you’ve worked so hard to make the First Order great. You deserve to be in charge, to rule it all. You have so much potential and I wanted to help you towards greatness. I wanted to help you in the naive hope that you’d take me along.” You admit, brushing back some of his hair. It had come out of it’s gelled style sometime around the end of the party and you like it better this way.

“No, you were right. You are right about everything. I’m sorry I hurt you, the things I said were cruel and they were meant to hurt you. I knew what I was doing. I’m only special because you believe me to be,” He says, his voice breaking with emotion, “Everyone knows how worthless I really am. My father saw it and my instructors saw it, Snoke and the Council see-”

You kiss him then, unable and unwilling to restrain yourself. His lips are dry and soft under your own and he freezes next to you. You’re about to pull away, convinced you’ve made a huge error and everything really would be ruined, when his arms come around you and pull you flush against his body.

Your kiss becomes one of passion and yearning, making up for lost time. You have to reassure him that you care and he has to continue to apologize. You surge against him, trying to make every inch of your body touch his. You kiss and kiss again, biting and sucking at each other’s lips, pulling away to breathe only when you have to.

He mumbles out apologies between kisses, his hands traveling up and down your back. You shush him with kisses to his cheeks, his nose, his jaw. A moan breaks the silence and you realize it’s coming from you. The sound spurs him on and he lowers his head to kiss your neck.

“Yes, oh yes my darling, please. Leave a mark.” You gasp, your other hand coming up to tangle in his hair. But he doesn’t do anything in response except pull away. Breathing heavily, you look at him in confusion.

“Say it again… please.” He whispers, his eyes darting to your lips. There is a brief moment where your brain tries to catch up and then it clicks. You lean forward and kiss him softly.

“Darling, darling. My sweet darling. You’re so good, you’re so smart, I just adore you darling.” You whisper against his skin. The bite against your neck is it’s own reward. Any pain he bestows, he instantly soothes with his lips and tongue. It’s a very good apology so far.

“Let me show you how much you mean to me.” He whispers, the glow from the viewport illuminating you both. You nod, words bubbling up in your throat. You throw a hand over your mouth to stop them from escaping. You’re not ready yet and neither is he. But one day soon, you’ll say them. You’ll sear them into his skin and melt them against his lips. You’ll breathe them into his lungs and hear them repeated back to you. Not now, but someday you will.

Time passes strangely on a starship. With nothing but the cold, vastness of space at every viewport, a person has to rely on chronometers and artificial sunlight to remind them of the change. Time on a ship both rushes ahead and slows to a crawl and if you’re not careful, you can lose track of it all.

So perhaps it was only minutes that you and General Hux lay together on the bed, tucked beneath the blankets and enveloped within each other. Or maybe it was hours, officers from the late night shift saying good night and good morning to the ones replacing them.

Or it could have been days. Days wrapped up in each other, sighing and moaning as you chased your release. Days passing as you learned the dips and peaks of each other’s bodies and tasted skin and sweat and more. Days full of changes to your relationship, to your desires, to your feelings. Days that seemed to never end, and yet, were over in a blink.

When you finally finish, lying quietly next to each other and marveling at the ages old pastime that you have discovered, your husband turns to face you. Mirroring his pose, your bodies become commas giving you space to breathe.

“If you ever strike me again, I’ll cut your hand off.” He says, matter of fact. The words sink in as you gaze at his profile, admiring the rare look of peace.

“If you ever humiliate me again, I’ll frame you for treason and take the throne myself.” You counter, equally matter of fact. Another moment of silence before you both burst into laughter. A patrolling pair of Stormtroopers stop outside your door in confusion before rightfully deciding it’s none of their business and moving on.

Adjusting the pillow behind his head, your darling- because that is what he is now, that is how much he means to you- reaches for a matte silver case on the nightstand. Lighting a cigarra, he sucks in deeply as the tip glows red, before blowing out a stream of cloudy, blue smoke. His other arm wraps around your shoulders and pulls you close. The feeling of his skin against yours, even after your tumble in the sheets, is a revelation.

Stealing the cigarra from his hands, you take a drag before placing it back in his mouth, swollen red from your earlier lovemaking.

“So, what’s next my dear?” He asks. A fog settles around your heads as he lazily smokes in the afterglow. You curl and uncurl your fingers in a soothing pattern over the paleness of his chest. Despite your violent fight and emotional reconciling, you feel more confident than ever before.

“We kill the Council.”

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Haikyuu x Athletic! FEMALE Reader

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Chapter 2- Volleyball Practice pt. 1

“(Y/n) get up...sis you gotta get up” You heard a voice said slightly waking you up outta your sleep

You opened your eyes slightly and began rubbing them as you sat up slowly yawning “

“Oh, goodmorning Aaliyah” You said softly as you yawned a bit stretching you notice once you woke up Aaliyah was already in her uniform as she rose a eyebrow

“I am surprised your not even up, mom and dad told to come and get you” Aaliyah said slowly backing away from your bed making you look at her in question as she opened your door leading out into the hallway

“We have 10 minutes to get to school” She said looking at you with a smirk before shutting the door

“Oh 10 minutes that’s nice to know” You said with your eyes shut still sitting up and smiling

“10 MINUTES!!!!!” You yelled out as you immediately jumped out of the bed and started to get ready, you

You patted yourself on the back because you left your clothes out on your desk to use you quickly placed on your clothes and looked in the mirror trying to smooth out any rinkles in the shirt and skirt

You rushed outta your room wearing your school uniform having your backpack and of course of change of clothes for volleyball practice

You ran down the stairs almost tripping multiple times and into the dinning area as you saw Aaliyah, your father and mother sitting down at the table eating breakfast

“NO TIME FOR EATING WE HAVE TO LEAVE—why are you guys just eating...” You questioned looking at each one of them

“Sweetheart sit down, and have breakfast. School doesn’t start for another hour” Your mom hummed out smiling as she started to cut up her egg

“Your father and I wanted to have breakfast with you both, Aaliyah went to grab you to tell you breakfast was done” She said bitting into her egg

“...She was waking me up f-for breakfast....” you said as your eyebrow twitched as your eyes shifted towards Aaliyah as she had a smirk on her face

“Oh for breakfast I thought it was for letting us go to school early” Aaliyah said bitting into some jammed toast humming “Sorry (Y/n)” She said in her usual tone of voice looking back at you

You grumbled under your breathe as you took a seat next to your sister and began to eat your breakfast

After the morning shenanigan with your sister you both started to make your way outta the house

“Okay my little Pooh Bears make sure to get to school safe the car is waiting outside for you” You mom said smiling at you both and patting your heads

“Your lunches should already be in your backpacks the servants should have made you something, if you have trouble call me or your father. Goodluck at both of your practices today, I know you will make me and your father proud” She conclude as she walked both of you

“Speaking of practices Aayliah after you get done with your basketball practice, you have another one at the house for weights and ball handling drills to get you prepared. I already got a look at your schedule and you have games coming up for this school” You dad said as he looked at Aaliyah

Aaliyah only nodded making a humming noise “Okay”

“Games already?” You said as the front doors were pulled open by the servants

“Yes sweetheart, the games are already coming up I guess there two days away” You father said smiling at you

“Who are they going against?” You questioned wanting to know more information

“Apparently they are going against this school Fukurōdani Academy, it’s something big in girls basketball for the most part it’s the crows vs the owls” You father said

“But it’s nothing that Aaliyah can’t handle and I am sure with a crowd she’ll even play better, besides if your there she will make sure to do good” Your mom added as you started to step into the limo

“Bye loves see you later on tonight” Your dad said as he shut the limo door once you both were inside he waved at you both as you waved at him back and you heard two thumps ontop of the limo signaling the driver to go, as he immediately started to drive

You and Aaliyah sat in quietness

“You think your going to make friends” You said starting the conversation “Like are you nervous” you added on

Aaliyah only looked at you for a bit as her attention went outside the window “No, I have no reason to be nervous for one I hate people, and two you out all people know I get social anxiety easily” She huffed out a bit “but I guess one friend that’s my age, wouldn’t be so bad..” she mumbled out the last part and clearing her throat at bit “What about you? Are you nervous?”

You chuckled a bit “For the most part yeah, I just want people to like me and really want everyone to be my friend” You said as you saw the school slowly approaching

“I wouldn’t worry too much about people not wanting to be your friend” Aaliyah said catching your attention “Your a very umm interesting fun person to be around. You know how to put smiles on people’s faces and you know how to encourage people really well” Aaliyah said sighing out “If I were you I would have everyone like me, but sadly I am my own person and due too what happens to me when I interact with people most people take it the wrong way. So my main point is just be yourself, and don’t try to be anybody your not” Aaliyah concluded as she looked at you with the same bored face her eyes slightly soft as she ruffled your hair

“Also get out of the limo we are at school” She said with a frown

After you little conversation with Aaliyah you felt less anxious about school and headed to your first class of the day math

You were flying grades in everything expect for the subject math and you despised it

You made your way down to the classroom and seeing a young women with blonde hair and blue eyes, you could only assume this was the teacher

“Ahh you must be Ms. lmaah” The teacher said smiling looking at you, you nodded your head

“Yes that’s me!” You said with a chuckle looking at her

“It pleasure to meet someone with your status at this school you may call me Sensei or Ms. Al since I know your from the states and all I know this can be something hard to adjust to” She said with a smile readjusting her glasses as she kept her smile

You nodded at her “Of course, thank you Ms. Al”

“You can stay out here, once I settle down the class and what not, I will call you inside. Goodluck honey” She said before walking into the classroom

You stood outside the door and waited patiently for the teacher to call you in as you leaned agasint the wall

A few minutes went by until you heard

“Ms. Imaah please come in” You heard the teacher said as you leaned off the wall and walked inside the classroom shutting the sliding door behind you

You entered the class standing infront of everyone as you held your other arm slightly embarrassed as you looked down

“Go ahead and introduce yourself” The teacher encouraged happily

“Umm hello...my name is Imaah, (Y/n) I am from the states. You can call me (Y/n), uhh I play volleyball I am setter and sometime the ace of the team.” You said as you looked at everyone in class slowly getting comfortable with your setting “I hope to be your friend” You said with a smile

“Lovely job Imaah you can seat in next to Tsukishima, please raise your hand Tsukishima” The teacher asked politely

You saw the hand in the air as you slowly approached the hand, the boy named Tsukishima had blonde hair with piercing bright brown eyes and his dollar earbuds around his neck. Along with the earbuds he had black plain glasses

‘Why does he look so familiar to me?’

You questioned yourself as you seat next to him pulling out a piece of paper and a pencil. As you slowly started to take notes on the subject at hand.

TIME SKIP

As you got done with your last class before lunch you slowly started to pack up your things

“Excuse me” You heard someone said as you looked up seeing the blonde boy you were so desperately trying to figure out the name of

“Uh yes?” You questioned with a raised eyebrow

“Are you the younger sister of Aaliyah?” He questioned as you nodded your head

“Yes why?” You questioned as you raised a eyebrow a bit

“Ahh so this is shortest family member of Imaah, how does it feel to have to look up to your sister, mom and dad everyday?” He said with a smirk

A tick visable formed on your forehead, yes your the shortest in your family so what. He doesn’t have patronize you about being the shortest.

You frowned looking up to him visable annoyed

“What’s a matter don’t tell me you have a short fuse” He said getting closer to your face holding a slick smirk

You felt your face getting red not because of embarrassment no no no because you were generally annoyed at him in a spam of a couple of minutes , why on earth is he trying to pick a fight with you?

“Interesting from what I have seen, you were a quick fuse person” He commented obviously knowing he was getting a rise outta you

Your eyebrow slowly started to twitch as you huffed out trying to keep yourself calm

‘If this is what I have to deal with then I rather have Aaliyah be blunt with me’

You thought to yourself as you kept hearing this Tsukishima person keep on at it and talking what seemed forever

He had been making remarks about you for a good 2 minutes to get a rise outta you until you had completely blocked him out

“Can you shut up for two seconds, or do you have to keep making remarks to try and get a rise outta me?” You questioned looking at him finally since you shut your eyes you held a frown on your face as he was visable shocked in a way

“Oh the short one has something to finally say—“ you interrupted him as you sighed loudly

“Obviously I would expect someone like you to take a hint since you have glasses that should make you twice as smarter but sadly you can’t take social ques even with glasses” You started out as you notice the door open since it was lunch and Aaliyah with your her stuff looking for you obviously

You thanked yourself as you stood up “Unlike you uhh Tsukishima I think your name was...I don’t have time and enegry to waste on insluting you or whatever the heck is going on” You started to grab your stuff as you looked down at him “See ya later four eye freak” You said mockingly waving at him as you grabbed your lunch and walked towards Aaliyah and left the classroom before a little green head walked in

“Tsukki!! Guess what! Uhh tsukki? Are you okay?” He questioned his friend obviously concerned and confused on why he was smirking while looking at the door

“Oh I am fine, I just have some competition I have to deal with” He said smoothly as he looked at his green haired friend

......

“Yeah Aaliyah and then he said I was the shortest in the family!” You shouted as you two sat down outside she looked at you tilting her head

“But are you not? Your only 167.64 (5ft, 6) and I am 182.88 (6’0)” Aaliyah said bitting into her food with her chopsticks

“Okay so maybe I am! But I didn’t have to be remind of it...jerk” You mumbled as you bite into your octopus shaped hotdog

“Personally I think your taking it too personal it’s obvious he is just trying to get into your head don’t let it mess with you so much, so what your the shortest in the family; your still the #1 best girls volleyball player” She said taking another bite of her cherry tomato

“Yeah I guess it’s true” You said eating another hotdog “How has class been with you so far? Are the college prep class hard?”

“No, in all honesty it’s the same back in the states, very basic and straight forward. In fashion designing class since I am a teachers assistant, there was guy their trying to talk to me. Uhhh he had a manbun he looks very imitating but he is very” A frown visable shown on her face along with her eyebrow twitch as she blinked “Oh great here they come now” She mumbled sighing out

“Who comes?” You questioned looking where her eyes were and seeing Sugawara, Daichi and the person she was just describing with them “The people we meet yesterday?” You questioned

“Yes.” Is all she said as they approached the two of you

“Hi (Y/n) and Aaliyah!” “Hey” “uhh hi” they all said

You smiled at waved at them “Hi senpais, glad to see you again what’s up?” You said eating a bit of your rice as you looked to them

“We were wondering if we could seat with you both” Sugawara said smiling happily looking down at you two

“I am leaving.” Aaliyah said immediately standing up not even finishing her food her usual stoic aura came back as she looked at you and then the three boys bowing her head a bit “I have gym, and I attend to get in their early to work on a few moves” She said before walking off

The three boys sweatdropped as they still sat down and started to eat their lunch as you finished up your lunch, the atmosphere was kinda tense a bit after Aaliyah left you cleared your thoart and looked at them “So how have your classes been going?”

“For me their going good” Sugawara replied bitting into some food

“Nothing to crazy, since finals are coming up. All of us have to score good. I dobut any of us will have trouble but we are concerned about the first years. Also Fukurōdani Academy is hosting a volleyball camp, in three weeks from now are your sister and you able to make it?” Daichi questioned

“Ahh I assume yes, that’s funny to think about though” You said mumbling as you placed your hand under your chin

“What’s fun?” Said the man bun person as he was eating

“Aaliyah has a game at Fukurōdani Academy for basketball” You said shrugging your shoulders

“When is it? Maybe we can get the team to come out and support her” Daichi said finishing up his meal

“It’s three days from now” You said slowly starting to put your things away as you wiped your mouth with a napkin

“Ah, I see maybe we can go out. We just need to convince coach and find rides” Sugawara said mumbling

“Well rides I can do, so don’t worry about that the only thing we need to worry about is how to get out there” You mumbled “And do we want to surprise her, she doesn’t do well with surprises though” You said sweatdropping

“I think surprising her will be fun” The man bun said finishing up his food

“Your right Asahi it would be fun to surprise” Daichi said smiling

“Okay surprise it is, but down blame me when she gets in a mood swing” You said rubbing the back of your head

(ANOTHER TIME SKIP)

As school let out for the day you made your way out of the classroom getting your notes into your backpack as you slowly started to make your way to the gym

Your sister Aaliyah was waiting for you leaning against the wall with a leg slightly up and her eyes shut as it looked like some random dude was walking to her and her being her wasn’t obviously interested

She heard footsteps as she looked up and started to walk towards you obviously not noticing the presence of the dude next to her as her hair swished back and fourth as she looked down to you with blue piercing eyes “I am walking you to the bathroom so we both can change then to the volleyball gym and meeting you there after my practice is finish” She said bluntly

You nodded your head “Okay sounds good” You said following behind her as you hummed making your way to the bathrooms, once getting inside you both started to change

“Oi (y/n)” You heard Aaliyah called out

“Yes” You hummed out putting on your black spandex and (f/c) sports bra while you put on a plain white compressed shirt as your turned around

“They won’t say anything to me if I have a belly button piercing right?” She questioned as she was putting all of her hair up into a bun barely managing it as she was wearing a gray blackish compressed shirt with rolled up red shorts

Silence hit you

“YOUR HAVE A BELLY BUTTON PIERCING!!!!?”

“You act surprise” She mumbled out as she rolled down her compressed shirt and looked at you “Well is it noticeable?”

You still in shock over the belly button piercing “n-no” you stuttered out

“Cool” She said getting to finally get all her hair up as you could finally see her face and her figure very well

“Let’s go” She said noticing you were done

“Ahh okay okay hold on” You said placing your things in your backpack and started to walk out with her

You both got many looks from both boys and girls as some would whistle at you or both of you

You both made it to the gym as you opened the door placing your things down

As you walked in almost immediately Noya and Tanka started to praise you

“The goddess have returned—AND THEY ARE SHOWING SKIN!!!” Tanka yelled visable making your sister flinch at the loud noise

“Here take my sweater and cover yourselves” Noya said tossing his sweater at you and standing infront of you both

“Can it you too and shut the hell up” Aaliyah said

“Yes Ma’am” They both said making her sigh and roll her eyes

“Please calm down you down” You mumbled out as you gave back Noya sweater and notice the boys starting to come towards you guys

“Ahh hello boys” You said waving at them some waved back and others said hi while a lot Where blushing

“Can i leave” Aaliyah said with a frown not liking the attention at all

“Please Stay” Tanka said whining as he got on his knees

“no, i have my own sport to tend to” Aaliyah hissed out

“What sport is that?” One of the taller boys asked in the black having all black hair he kinda looked like a blueberry

“basketball, like my sister. i play a sport and that’s basketball, I ranked #1 best female basketball player” Aaliyah said bluntly looking at everyone

A bit were taken back not even knowing about your ranking

“Volleyball is obviously the better sport you should’ve done it instead” the blonde boy with glasses—WAIT TSUKISHIMA how did you not notice him, he was in volleyball SON OF A BITC—

“I am fine, unlike you I like psychically things that actual acquire you actual move around and get physical with other people. Unlike volleyball your team is separated from two sides of the court and you don’t touch anybody. With basketball you have to be mentally and physically strong” Aaliyah said looking at him with a frown “That’s something you probably would be able to handle, you’ll just get thrown around the court like a rag doll” She said with a shrug “On that note I am leaving” Aaliyah said turning around to leave

Visable everyone was shocked and some in awe “Whoa so cool!” You heard hinata yelled out after she was gone

You chuckled with a sweatdropped “Lets just get practicing”

“Yeah sure that’s fine” Daichi said clearing his thoart “Coach should be here soon, we wanted to go over a couple of sets if you don’t mind. We need to practice can you be on the mock team going against us?” Daichi questioned

“Yeah of course, sure let me get to plumpt all of you in volleyball!!!” You said cocky as you brought your fist to you hand cracking it “You guys are going to loose!” You added on with a smirk

Everyone in the gym sweatdropped and all at once they all thought

“I need to be on (y/n) team”

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A/n: Dam hella mf words, sorry I will try to limit it but it’s like 2k or 3k I am honestly not sure

Are you guys enjoying the book so far, y’all have any notes or special requests?

Chapter 3 is here!!!

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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years ago

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🏐 Long Way Down; Morisuke Yaku (Sportember #007)

📑 Table of Contents | ⚾ Challenge Post

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1,925

Pairing: Reader x Yaku

World: Haikyuu!!

Prompt: “Life is walking on a tightrope, with nothing but a blindfold. It’s a long way down.”

Sport: Volleyball

WARNING: This fic contains depression and self-harm. If this is a trigger for you, please do not read.

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When people looked at you, they saw a cheerful third-year so full of life and ambition. And why wouldn’t you be? You attended a good school, your family didn’t have financial problems, you came from a loving family, blessed with parents that loved you and supported everything you decided to do. Your grades were above average, you were athletic, selfless, and willing to give the shirt off your back if someone needed it. Your classmates called you perfect, but you weren’t. Far from it.

No one knew about the demons that you battled on a daily basis. No one knew that you cried yourself to sleep nearly every night. No one knew just how much you were suffering, how much you hated yourself. In your mind, you simply weren’t good enough, not strong enough, despite people telling you that you were. With every decision, you felt regret. With every compliment, you wanted to tell them that they were wrong. But people expected you to be happy, to cheer them up when they were feeling down.

What would everyone think if they knew the truth? If they knew what a depressed mess that you were, barely holding on… You wanted nothing more than to be the person people believed you to be, but you just weren’t strong enough to meet everyone’s expectations.

When your depression finally reached its peak, you knew you had to do something, so you met up with your friend in a small coffee shop far enough away from Nekoma high to avoid any of your classmates. The two of you had been close since middle school, but she had chosen a different high school so you didn’t get to hang out with each other as often anymore. At first, she was cheerful, asking why you suddenly wanted to meet up, but when you explained your situation, her face went blank.

“Is this a joke?” Her voice was deathly calm, but rage was swirling within her dark eyes.

You frowned, wringing your hands nervously in your lap. “No. Why would I -”

“Give me a break!” She suddenly snapped, her fist making the table rattle when it made contact. “Little perfect Y/N is depressed? You have no right to be depressed, bitch. Your family doesn’t struggle to pay bills, your parents don’t hate each other’s guts. You have people kissing the ground you walk on! You don’t have to worry about being held back because you can’t make the grade, but you’re depressed?” She scoffed in disbelief, quickly standing up. “No, you’re just a greedy, self-centered little cunt that has to have everyone’s attention just to be happy!”

Tears stung at your eyes as your friend left the cafe with a huff. Guilt filled your entire being as her words rang out in your mind. ‘She’s right… I was so wrapped up in my own feelings, I didn’t stop to consider hers. She’s going through so much and I… I’m a terrible human being.’ You bit your lip hard to muffle your sobs as you held your face in your hands, tears sliding down your warm cheeks.

No one within the cafe even batted an eye in your direction.

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Since that meeting with your friend, you’ve found it harder and harder to keep your emotions in check. It was like your negative emotions were demons locked behind a steel door, constantly slamming their bodies against it to try and break it open, but the padlocks were holding strong. At least until your friend broke one of them off. Now, that door is rattling more violently, the screws slowly but surely being knocked loose.

How much longer before they broke the door down? What would happen then? You felt so terrified and so very alone.

There were many options to help curb the pain. Temporary distractions to let you feel normal and happy for a short amount of time. False hope in the form of alcohol or drugs, self-harm or even violence. You decided to start cutting yourself – just one or two marks on your stomach at first, then your inner thighs and chest. Anywhere that couldn’t be seen in your uniform. It wasn’t long before it became your addiction, a fix you couldn’t make it through the day without. It made everything so much more bearable, but you were beginning to run out of free space.

You started to wear long sleeves even when it was ungodly hot, the sweat clinging to the wounds and making them burn slightly. With your attention on the physical pain, the demons behind the door started to calm. It was an incredible feeling, making the pain worth it.

If people noticed your change in attitude, they didn’t seem too bothered by it. Most assumed you were just trying to be quirky, and they started wearing long-sleeved sweaters, too, thinking it was just a fashion trend that you were starting.

There was one person that couldn’t be fooled, though, and he was starting to grow quite concerned.

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When you showed up to help with the volleyball team’s afternoon practice, the boys gave you weird looks. It was the middle of summer, the heat climbing to its peak, yet you were dressed in the winter gym uniform as if it were twenty degrees. They were on the fence about bringing this up but ultimately decided against it. The problem was that Kenma lacked a filter.

“Y/N-san, why are you dressed like that? I feel hot just looking at you.”

You had gotten used to comments like these and just smiled it off. “I like it!”

Yaku scowled, his hand resting on his hip. “I don’t care if you like it. Go put on the other uniform before you die of heatstroke!” He was feeling frustrated because he had already told you that the AC in the gym was broken, but you just didn’t seem to care. He could clearly see you sweating and he knew you were feeling hot. ‘Y/N doesn’t seem to care much for anything these days…’

You tried to brush off the comment, but something about his tone really irked you and you just snapped. “You’re not my damn dad, Yaku, don’t think you can just order me around!”

Yaku and the rest of the team froze in shock, staring at you as if you had just spouted an extra head. In all of the time that they had known you, you had never raised your voice to any of them or even gotten upset with them, and especially not with Yaku, who you were easily the closest to.

The sudden silence made you realize your mistake and you quickly faked a laugh, rubbing the back of your head. “Just kidding~!”

The team visibly relaxed and Yamamoto stepped up to slap your shoulder, making you wince for multiple reasons. “Good one, Y/N! You really had us going there!”

“Thank you,” you quickly turned on your heel before heading into the storage room to catch your breath. You were so caught up in cursing yourself for your reaction that you didn’t hear the footsteps coming after you or the sound of the door being slid closed.

“Y/N.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin, whirling around with your hand over your heart and forcing a smile on your lips. “You scared me, Yaku! Guess that’s karma for the joke, huh?”

He frowned. “When are you going to stop with the fake smiles?”

Your smile faltered a bit. “I don -”

“Stop lying!” He scowled, hands balling into fists at his sides. “What’s happened to you, Y/N? You’ve become so fake lately.”

The words were like arrows piercing your skin and you lowered your head, biting hard on your bottom lip. ‘He’s right. What have I become? Why am I so damn pathetic?’

For a moment, he just watched you, his dark eyes taking in every slight movement that your body made. The subtle quiver of your chain. The light jolting of your shoulders. The way clamped so tightly onto your lip. You were in pain, that much was obvious, but… why? What was causing you so much distress?

“I can’t do this anymore…” your voice was soft, barely reaching his ears. “I’m just so tired, Yaku. I just want everything to… to stop.” Your legs gave out beneath you, body crumbling to the ground, which caused him to race forward on instinct.

“Y/N -” He reached for your hand and froze, eyes widening when he noticed the thin trail of blood rolling down from beneath your sleeve, coming from the wound that Yamamoto had reopened when he smacked your shoulder. With his heart hammering in his ears, his fingers gently wrapped around your wrist, carefully sliding the sleeve of your sweater up. What he saw made his stomach turn.

Dozens of cuts, big and small, littered your skin, some old, some new, some scabbed over and bright red. The older ones were in short, straight lines across your arm, but the newer ones were clearly done with haste, criss-crossing and varying in length. As his finger gently traced the healing wounds, he could feel your desperation increasing with each cut.

“Pathetic, right?” You chuckled bitterly. “I have everything, but it’s just not enough. It’s never enough…”

Yaku tugged on your wrist, pulling you into his warm, protective embrace. “Idiot, why didn’t you come to me?”

Tears fell from your eyes in droves as you clung to his jersey. “I-I was so sc-scared,” you sobbed into his chest. “I don’t – I don’t want you to… to h-hate me!”

His arms tightened around your body. “I could never hate you, Y/N. Why would you think that?”

Reluctantly, you told him about your friend, feeling his body tensing up against yours. “I’m so-sorry…”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” His voice was warm and soft, his grip firm as he took you by the shoulders, pushing your body backward so he could meet your eyes. “Listen to me. It doesn’t matter what you have or don’t have, depression is an illness. It doesn’t see social status or material objects, it affects everyone equally. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Y/N, but you can’t just leave it unchecked. You have to tell your family.”

The thought sent a wave of fear and panic throughout your body and you frantically shook your head. “N-No, I can’t…!”

“You can,” he assured you. “And I’ll be right there beside you. You’re not alone, Y/N, this team cares deeply for you. I care deeply for you and I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you.”

“Yaku…” your eyes shimmered as a fresh round of tears fell down your cheeks.

He leaned forward, lips pressing softly to your forehead. “I will always be here for you, no matter what. But you have to promise me something.”

You frowned, fingers curling around the end of his jersey. “What is it?”

His thumb brushed beneath your eye, gathering your tears. “Promise me that you won’t hurt yourself anymore. When you get the urge to do so, come to me. I’ll beat that desire into submission!”

Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but smile at his declaration, nuzzling your face into his neck. Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper, but he knew what the words were as your lips formed them against his skin. “I promise.”

And you meant them with every fiber of your being. Suddenly, the world didn’t seem quite so dark, quite so heavy upon your shoulders.

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amusedyan · 5 years ago

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A Bird in The Hand

A Prequel to Lark in A Cage

You meet Lady Phantomhive at a party.

She’s beautiful, elegant, and so at ease with the crowd of people that flock around her, you can’t help but stare as you and your partner dance past.

She smiles at you, and later she approaches to introduce herself.

“Call me Rachel,” she urges, clasping your hand with a smile, “it wouldn’t do to call a friend by their title.

Your mother is thrilled.

“She might have a relation you can marry- the Dalles’ aren’t as well off as the Phantomhive’s, of course, but it’s still a step up!” She grins and you feel nauseous as you stare down at your lap, “well done, my darling.”

An invitation to tea arrives within three days, for you, and your mother delightfully plans your outfit and sends you off into the mouth of the beast.

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One thing that always blows you away upon reflection is the knowledge that, above all, the Phantomhive house is a happy one.

You never would have believed it.

Having grown up in a house fraught with tension and stress, you’d imagined that it would be the same here. Frosty dinners and competition with neighbors and peers, the scent of unfamiliar perfume and hushed words behind closed doors, and above all, you, left alone and scrabbling for better.

But better is relative.

Before, because that is how you think of things now-Before the Phantomhives and After, better was social status, money, a good marriage, good friends.

After...after is kindness, and a family that wants you for you.

Remarkably, the Phantomhives fit both categories.

You know what they say about you.

About Rachel’s cousin.

You’re not, but they needed a reason for propriety’s sake to allow you to move in.

ii.

Your family isn’t like the Phantomhive’s, or the Dalle’s.

You have no title, and your money is nothing to sneeze at, but it’s ‘new’. There’s no blue blood in your line, and that galls your parents.

(You have hazy memories of a small, shabby apartment, and makeshift toys, and a dirty city, but you remember being happy, a distant feeling now)

They dress you up and tot you about, trying to net a man with a title or a fortune or both, because enough is never enough.

You’ve always been running and rushing- from lesson to party, to event to person.

Rachel is a breath of fresh air.

You sit with her in the garden and hang off her every word and eat delightful little sandwiches and treats. Her sons, twins, play together and with the large black dog, and it isn’t long before you love them as much as you do their mother.

She’s such a good friend, she brings you to parties as her guest while her husband is away on business. You find yourself gravitating to the twins instead of your usual wild compatriots, and you feel content.

Happiness isn’t a distant memory anymore, not with her.

Rachel gently guides your tastes and gives you advice- she doesn’t need to follow fashion, not like you, but she gets you into the higher end boutiques and salons, not just the ones your mother favors, the ones that prey on the desperate, the hungry, these have real taste.

She refines your palate, teaches you.

You consider her a sister.

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You still love the twins more than anything.

They’re precious and innocent, and you dote on them.

It’s probably not good for them, but you can’t help it, not when they love you as unconditionally as their parents, but certainly with better intentions.

iii.

You meet Vincent by accident.

He arrives home to surprise his family and you’re there, keeping them company.

Rachel and the boys are delighted at the sight of him and the presents he’s returned with, but you feel awkward as they embrace and kiss and greet one another.

Then he smiles at you- it’s smaller than Rachel’s, but the warmth in his eyes is the same.

“Rachel’s told me all about you.” He admits, and presents his own gift for you.

Your know that your face is shamefully red, but you can’t help it.

“I wanted to thank you,” he hoists Ciel, giggling, onto his hip, “for keeping my family company.”

“Thank you,” you finally manage, and unwrap the gift. It’s a shawl, from Paris. It’s too much, to personal, but they all look so pleased at how happy it’s made you, you can’t protest.

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For propriety’s sake, you have your own room.

It’s beautiful, filled with books and soft fabrics and cushions. Anything that you could want.

But you don’t sleep there.

You spend your nights between Vincent and Rachel, whether it’s in the throes of passion or just...sleeping.

iv.

The first night they coax you into bed, you’re drunk.

More often than not, you’re spending your days at the Phantomhive estate. Your parents love that you’re rubbing elbows with their kind of people.

It’s raining that night, and they put the twins to bed and you drink.

The wine is sweet and you love it.

You feel fuzzy and happy, and you laugh with them.

Before long, Rachel’s kisses are as sweet as the wine, and Vincent’s are as heady.

They pull you apart and explore your body and you cry out for them and they claim you.

The next morning your mother arrives to retrieve you and sees some of the marks.

There’s a confrontation and she drags you from the estate.

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You still wonder what your mother was thinking when she tried to go toe to toe with the Phantomhives.

Then your father tried to demand reimbursement for your stolen virtue.

Less than a fortnight later, your parents are dead.

A mugging, on some side alley that you know they’d never go down- foolish your parents were, yes, but never fools.

Rachel and Vincent stay with you to watch the coffins lower into the ground.

Your head is spinning.

You parents are dead, your father’s business is slipping through your fingers as attorneys pour through his finances and find nothing substantial. It was all smoke in the wind, a front.

No wonder they were so desperate.

You’ve got nothing now.

“Poor dear,” Rachel comforts, taking your hand. “You must come with us.”

“I couldn’t impose,” you apologize. You can’t go with them, you can’t fall apart.

“It’s not imposing.” Vincent promises. “You’re a friend, we want to help you.”

“Let us take care of you.” Rachel begs.

“The twins miss you.”

You go with them.

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liketolaugh-writes · 5 years ago

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Improv Theater

Author: liketolaugh Summary: I’m egging your house for a dare but your parent is a cop and they’re yelling at me, so I told them that you were my ex and you wronged me. And now you’re coming outside and please go along with this i don’t want to go to jail- (Markus has many regrets.)

Here was the thing: Markus was mature for his age. It came with having an older brother like Leo, with taking over more and more of the household duties as his father’s health grew worse, with his own sharp attentiveness and growing awareness of the world.

Here was the other thing: Markus’ friends were absolute chaos fiends, and on good days, it was easy to get caught up in the flow of things, laughing until he was breathless, daring and running and arguing. It was easy to start it, even, when North was wild and defensive and desperate to stay away from home, and all he wanted was to wipe that scowl off his friend’s face.

If anyone asked, that was why he ignored Josh’s dismayed protests and went along with North’s desire to egg a random house about two blocks from hers. At two in the morning Halloween night.

Hopefully no one would ask.

Josh was covering his face and peeking through his fingers by the time they were halfway through the dozen; North was laughing, brazen and delighted, and Simon rolling an egg between his hands, giggling helplessly and probably working up the nerve to join in.

Markus was laughing, too, right up until he hit a window by accident, and someone appeared a few seconds later, examining first the splattered egg, and then looking over to meet Markus’ eyes, expression flat and unreadable.

Markus’ smile froze, and he stared back at the other – a boy maybe a year or two younger, distantly familiar the way most of the kids at school were, acne-speckled and face starting to scrunch in something like confusion. Or worse, hurt.

As if to highlight how bad this idea suddenly seemed, the front door of the house slammed open. The door had an egg on it. Luckily, the man who’d emerged was unlikely to notice that.

Unluckily, the man was fuming.

“You damn kids think you can just come here and throw shit at my house?” the man demanded, loud and with all the irritation of those woken in untimely manners. “I’m a goddamn police lieutenant! I can have you arrested for this!”

Josh’s elbow dug hard into Markus’ side, which was the moment at which he realized he was still staring at the boy in the window, whose head had tilted cutely, like a baby bird’s. Panic mixed with his lingering preoccupation, and Markus blurted out the first plausible excuse to come to mind.

“Your son and I were dating but he fucked up and I want revenge!”

That was an awful excuse. That was so easy to disprove. Why did he say that.

North started laughing again.

The policeman seemed to think so too, because he scowled at Markus, and then crossed his arms, leaned forward, and made intense eye contact with the boy in the window until the boy pushed it open and leaned out, quizzical.

“Do you know this kid?” the man demanded, sounding fed up with the entire situation already.

Markus’ heart pounded, paralyzed with fear, but, unexpectedly, the boy nodded. The police officer still looked unconvinced.

“Did you do something to him?” the man pushed, scowl unamused. “He says you were dating.” His voice dripped with skepticism.

Markus gave the boy a pleading look. He really, really didn’t want to have to explain this to Carl; the man had enough on his mind with how much he had to bail Leo out. Markus didn’t want Carl to worry about him too.

The boy blinked.

“I… forgot his birthday,” he said at last, slowly.

“You,” the man said slowly, in a voice indicative of great doubt, “forgot something.”

“Yes,” the boy agreed blandly.

Oh, hell. The lieutenant’s son was a bad liar.

“You didn’t even take my calls all day!” he snapped, trying to sound indignant enough to make the lie more convincing. “I hate you-” He didn’t know the boy’s name.

“Connor,” Josh whispered in his ear.

“Connor!” Markus parroted automatically, and then thought, oh hell, the policeman’s going to think I’m an idiot because I just shouted a random name.

“You and Connor,” the lieutenant said dubiously, “dated.”

What?

“And now I find out you didn’t even tell your dad about us!” Markus shouted at Connor, because he had no choice but to run with it now. “This is why I’m egging your house!”

He was still holding an egg, and he threw it at Connor for effect. Connor caught it.

“Sorry?” Connor offered, sounding unsure about it.

The police lieutenant still looked heavily unconvinced, but he was looking between Markus and Connor, brow furrowed and arms still crossed.

“And what’s your… ex… boyfriend’s name?” he asked, slow and suspicious.

“Markus,” Connor said.

“What,” Markus whispered.

“And when is Markus’ birthday?” the man asked, with increasing incredulity.

“March eighteenth,” Connor said, without even hesitating.

“What,” Markus repeated helplessly.

“He’s in our AP Government class,” Josh explained in an undertone, sounding tired and exasperated. “He had Calculus with us last year, too. I think he’s a sophomore.” Simon shot him an incredulous look, and Josh said, “I had a group project with him, okay?”

North was still laughing.

As if to increase the surreality of the occasion, someone appeared right by Connor, functionally identical to him save a much more irritated expression. Markus braced himself.

“Connor had a test the next day,” the other boy said, flat and disinterested. “You know he’s trying to graduate early. He couldn’t afford to fail.”

Connor turned his head to stare at his twin. So did just about everyone else.

The police lieutenant was rubbing his face now, as if to try and wake up. Markus felt kind of the same way.

“I had the same test!” Markus argued, feeling like he’d at some point fallen into an alternate universe without his awareness. “We could have studied together!”

Connor transferred his gaze back down, refocusing on Markus. His expression had barely changed the whole time, but he was smiling now, small and charmed. Like he was having fun, leaning against the windowsill from a floor up, arguing about a relationship that never happened.

“Your study music is loud,” Connor said mildly. “I can’t focus.”

“You could have said something!” Markus said petulantly, hamming it up a little to cross his arms and frown disapprovingly up at Connor.

“I didn’t want to bother you,” Connor said.

“It was my birthday,” Markus argued with undue passion. “I wanted to see you!”

“Connor, you bastard!” North offered unhelpfully, through half-restrained cackles.

“Connor’s is August fifteenth,” the brother said in return, his focus as unwavering as Connor’s and much more disconcerting. “Where were you?”

“They’d broken up by then,” Simon jumped in, clearly invested now and a note of earnest protest in his voice. “You can’t hold him accountable for that.”

“Watch me,” the brother said.

Markus chanced a look at the lieutenant, but he couldn’t tell whether the man was buying it. He didn’t look angry anymore, at least – just exasperated and more tired by the second, hand over his eyes and shaking his head.

“He’s been sulking for months!” Simon said passionately. Too passionately. What the hell, Simon? “Have a heart!”

“He dumped my brother,” the brother said firmly. “If he wants mercy, he’ll have to beg for it.”

“That’s a little harsh, Nines,” Connor chided, glancing at his brother. “It was mutual.”

“It really wasn’t,” Josh said unexpectedly, and Markus shot him a betrayed look. Josh had the good grace to look apologetic.

“Please make up with him so we can go home,” Simon said to Markus.

“Not until Connor apologizes for ghosting Markus for a week and a half!” North jumped in, eyes bright with mischief.

“Sorry,” Connor said, sounding tired.

“Don’t apologize,” Nines objected, frowning at Connor. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I don’t know what’s happening,” the police lieutenant said at last, unexpected enough to make Markus jump. “I’m going to bed. Stop egging my damn house.”

That said, he turned around and went back inside, the door slamming behind him. For a few moments, all of them stared at it, thrown off their rhythm by the sudden concession.

“…Did he believe us?” Markus ventured at last.

“No,” Connor said plainly. “He just decided it wasn’t worth the trouble.”

Oh. Well, that worked well enough.

“Okay,” Markus said at last, decisively. He stared up at Connor, suddenly awkward again, the other boy staring back down placidly. After the conversation they’d just had, he felt like he had to check. “You, uh. Know none of that was real, right?”

Nines snorted.

“While I definitely am bad enough with social cues to misunderstand my own relationship status, you and I have only spoken a few times,” Connor replied, sounding unoffended. “All of them were during class discussions. I’m aware we’re not dating.”

“Oh, thank God,” Markus said with feeling. He’d been starting to wonder. “Thanks for playing along.” Then, on impulse, “Want to make it real?”

Nines scoffed and ducked back inside. Beside Markus, North guffawed. Connor blinked at him.

“Okay,” Connor said at last.

Markus grinned back, relief setting in and making him feel light and pleased again. “Meet you at the front door after school tomorrow?”

“I’ll remember,” Connor said, and he was smiling again.

Apparently satisfied, he ducked back inside and shut the window. Markus turned back to his friends, grinning.

“How do you turn almost getting arrested into a date?” Josh demanded of him, sounding almost indignant. “I want to do that.”

“I never want to do that again,” Markus disagreed fervently. “…But at least I have a date.” Pause. “You can stop laughing any day now, North.”

“Not on your life!” she managed, cheeks flushed with delight. “Happy fucking Halloween.”

“Happy Halloween,” Simon agreed ruefully.

#connor #markus #rk1000 #dbh #detroit become human #simon #josh #north #hank anderson #nines #fanfiction #my writing

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iii. halloween (prelude to a canadian winter)

series of blurbs // a certain time and place

iii. halloween (prelude to a canadian winter)

the one where they finally meet.

wc: 3,130

warnings: naughty words, the weedypuff, really bad puns & starbucks lovers.

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Halloween. The one time of year it’s socially acceptable to be an adult and dress up in a costume without someone thinking you have some sort of weird fetish.

In the city of Toronto, Canada, the air is crisp, the leaves change their colors, and Shawn is on the hunt.

He’s maneuvering the last piece of his costume onto his body with the help of his best friend, Brian. He’s dressed as Julius Caesar; wearing a homemade cardboard cutout of a salad dressing bottle and a wreath crown.

“I still don’t get it, man,” Brian scratches his head as Shawn stretches, figuring out how well he can move in the restrictive piece.

He sighs, “dressed as Julius Caesar, get it?”

Brian scrunches his face, “it truly is a mystery as to why you’re still single.”

Shawn rolls his eyes, “well I’m sorry but dressing up as Ron Weasley for the sixth year in a row isn’t very creative. At least I have some originality.”

“There aren’t many options for gingers, alright? And you’ve dressed up as every version of Harry Potter in existence; steampunk Harry, goth Harry, there was even that one year you did Rainbow Bright Harry-”

“I get it,” Shawn cuts off, “I just want tonight to be different.”

Now it’s Brian’s turn to roll his eyes, “is it that girl? God, I can never remember her name. The one who used to date Jonah? Joe’s cousin? She’s Allie’s best friend or something-”

“She has a name.”

“Well I’d certainly hope she does,” Brian deadpans, “you’ve never even spoken to her, what’s got you so twisted up over her?”

“Don’t know, man,” Shawn gives himself a once over in the mirror and shakes out the nerves, “just have a feeling, you know?”

---

The party is really fucking loud.

She’s never been a fan of house parties. Too many people crammed into too small of a place with shitty music being played off of someone’s home grown Spotify playlist, the alcohol is always lukewarm and the weed sucks.

Normally, she doesn’t attend such events, but her sort of - kind of - not really boyfriend had broken up with her four months ago and her best friend decided it was goddamn time she showered and get out of her apartment.

“What’re you supposed to be?” Someone hiccups from beside her.

He’s glassy eyes, clearly drunk or stoned or some type of combination of both. He stands leaning just a little too close to her, his drink nearly tipping out of his red solo cup.

“A Cereal Killer,” she pips, taking a sip of her Diet Coke, not making eye contact.

“That’s really fucking weird,” he shouts above the music.

She shrugs, “well I guess I’m really fucking weird then,” and steps away.

She wanders for a bit, bopping her head to the (shitty) music and catches up with a few people here and there. Her best friend is no doubt flirting with the dude she’s been trying to get with for like, ever. She doesn’t mind being left alone, she prefers it, in fact.

On the other side of the house, Shawns’ nearly chewed through the side of his plastic cup. He’s not sure why the Hell he’s so nervous. They’ve met before in passing, but she was always with her boyfriend and Shawn never wanted to be that guy. So he let it go.

That is, until two weeks ago, when Allie told her friend Stella that Jonah and his girl were ‘like totally for sure over for good this time’. Everyone knows Stella can’t keep a secret, so it eventually got to Jake who told Matt who told Brian who eventually told Shawn. He felt his heart get a little lighter that day.

Maybe it was the poet in him, that idolizes the idea of a person instead of who they really are because in reality, he didn’t really know her. Sure, he knew that she was beautiful but not in that obvious way that had a dozen cargo shorts, fake Yeezy, tube sock wearing dudes drooling around her, it was in her own different way. He noticed the way her face lit up when someone said something funny; she’d let out a giant thundering laugh and then immediately cover her mouth, her cheeks turning a brilliant shade of pink that reminded him of the roses in his mum’s garden. She walked like there wasn’t a weight on her shoulders, like she wasn’t holding a secret, she reminded him of a warm spring day just as the seasons changed.

Yeah, it was definitely the poet in him.

“Yoooo, Earth to Mendes,” Brian says, waving a hand in front of Shawn’s face.

Shawn blinks.

“Last I saw her she was in the living room talking to Ricky Hurley,” Brian says sipping his drink, “fuck that guy”

“He really is an asshole, isn’t he?” Shawn groans, “I’ll be back.”

“Go get ‘em Julius!” Brian yells as Shawn shoves his way through the crowd.

He finds her in the living room, nursing her red solo cup and leaning against a bookcase. She’s casing the room, looking for anything mildly interesting to eavesdrop on. There isn’t much; a couple making out on the couch, a fight about to break out, beer pong games. She rolls her eyes and scans again once before seeing Shawn. She chokes on her soda when she sees that ridiculous costume.

She’s actually kind of impressed when Shawn finally does approach her, he leans so casually beside her but she can tell by the crimson shade that rests high in his cheeks that he’s far from calm.

“So what’s your costume?” Shawn asks.

She tugs on her shirt to show off the various individual sized boxes of cereal taped to her, “I’m a Cereal Killer. We’ve got Honey Nut Bundy-O’s,” she points as she goes along, “Rice Krispie Dahmers, Honey Bunches of Gacy, Shredded Zodiacs and my personal favorite Cinnamon Toast Manson.”

Shawn chuckles, “that’s great. But Charles Manson never actually killed anyone.”

She rolls her eyes, “close enough.”

He shrugs it off and a silence falls between the two of them. Shawn takes two more sips of his water before he has the guts to talk again.

“Fun party, I guess?”

She gives him the side eye, “if you have to say ‘I guess’, that probably means it’s a shitty party.”

He grins, “yeah, I suppose you’re right. What are you still doing here then if it’s so shitty?”

“Socializing, I guess?” She replies.

Shawn leans closer, “if you have to say ‘I guess’, you’re probably doing a shitty job at socializing.”

She smiles for the first time and he feels goddamn honored to have put that on her face, “touche. Do I know you from somewhere?”

Shawn always hates this question; he never wants to come off arrogant and assume everyone knows his superstar status, but he also doesn’t want to lie or play dumb to anyone. It’s a double edged sword, so he treads lightly.

“I think so. We always seem to be at the same parties but I’ve never worked up the nerve to actually talk to you,” he replies.

“Oh the nerve?” She teases, “that implies I’m something to be feared.”

“Maybe you are.”

“But you don’t know me,” she winks, “so what do you do...Julius Caesar?”

“I, uhm, play music.”

“Oh that’s cute,” she replies, “are you in like a band or something?”

Shawn starts to fumble with his words.

“I’m fucking with you,” she says lowly and holds his arm, “I know who you are and what you do. I’m just really bad at small talk.”

Shawn lets out a relieved breath, “yeah, me too.”

“Yeah,” she starts, “it’s like I just go from zero to one-eighty. I’ll take a conversation about the weather and turn it into a therapy session about my deep rooted male abandonment issues. Do you happen to have a close relationship with your mother?”

Shawn stares blankly and she cracks, her face spreading into a wide smile, “I’m still fucking with you, Shawn.”

He covers his face with his hands, “you’re gonna give me a run for my money, aren’t you?”

She shrugs and something comes over her. It takes Shawn about four seconds to realize her hand is in his and another three to realize she’s pulling him towards the bathroom. He doesn’t question it, and insteads mutters “sorry” and “excuse me” every time he bumps someone with his costume. He’s counted six spilled drinks by the time they reach the bathroom.

Once the door closes behind them Shawn’s being shoved against it and her lips are on his in a mad fury. However, she keeps getting hit in the chin with his stupid fucking costume.

“Ow, ow, ow,” she mutters in between frantic kisses.

She isn’t sure what’s come over her. She’s not usually the type of girl to pull a stranger into the bathroom and mouth harass him. Helen Keller could see that Shawn was definitely at least interested in her, so why not? She was single for the first time in two years and -

Okay, maybe she was a little desperate.

“Wait - this isn’t working. Sit on the counter!” Shawn suggests and she follows order, hopping up on the counter top.

It doesn’t work, that’s apparent when Shawn struggles to fit himself and his bulky costume between her legs. She pulls away and holds his face between her palms, “such a pretty face for such a big head.”

She taps his cheek and hops down, “I don’t think this is going to work out.”

“I mean I can take off the costume -”

“No, don’t bother. Remember when I said I was bad at small talk?” She rubs her temples.

“Yeah that was like ten minutes ago -”

“Are you always so literal?” She snips, “sorry.”

“Okay, so, bad at small talk, go on,” Shawn instructs.

She catches her breath for a moment, “right, right. So like, I saw this guy on and off for probably like, two years? And he just never really gave me the time of day. So I was always chasing after him. I think he got off on it, in a sense, how I would always come to him. It was so gross and desperate so when I saw that you were flirting with me. I don’t know - it was just nice. Different than what I’m used to.”

She picks at a hangnail on her right ring finger.

“People don’t flirt with you?” Shawn asks.

She shakes her head, “I’m wearing fucking cereal boxes taped to my body while every other girl is out there wearing a corset and fishnets. I’m a pariah.”

“That’s stupid. You’re great, people are just -”

“Horny?”

They both laugh.

“Yeah, horny,” Shawn agrees.

He links his arm through hers, “c’mon, let’s get back out there and I’ll try and forget your terrible kissing.”

She punches the cardboard.

“Hey! Don’t dent my dressing.”

She reaches for the knob but it doesn’t turn. She gives it a jiggle but it still doesn’t budge.

“I think the door is stuck.”

Shawn raises an eyebrow, “let me in there.”

She puts her hands up, “alright big strong man.”

He struggles with the knob and she watches with her hands on her hips as he pulls and wiggles the door, “okay we’re locked in.” He finally gives up.

She takes her spot back on the counter, “we’ll just have to wait for the next person who has to use the bathroom.”

“I could think of worse people to be stuck in a room with.”

“Justin Bieber?”

Shawn grins and nods, “definitely.”

He carefully starts to pull off his costume, and takes a deep breath when it’s finally off, placing it gingerly on the floor.

“That is a really great costume, by the way. A girl loves a good pun.”

Shawn grins, “thanks, my mum helped me make it...which I’m now realizing is probably something I shouldn’t be admitting out loud.”

“I think it’s sweet, she did a Hell of a job.”

He looks proud, “thanks,” he replies with a grin, “so what do we do now?”

She fishes in her back pocket and pulls out an orange lighter and a joint, “brought this for Plan B if tonight really sucked. Do you smoke?”

Shawn sighs a breath of relief, “yes, yes I do.”

---

Shawn reckons he can see the sky on the ceiling of the bathroom, the clouds swirling above his head as they move through the atmosphere all white and puffy. He tries his best to remember the feeling of her warm body pressed against him and breathes in the scent of her (lavender?) shampoo. He can feel every hair on his body vibrate, and when he waves his own hand in front of his face, it moves in slow motion.

They’ve managed to finish almost all of the joint, squished next to each other in the bathtub, their limbs hanging out over the side of the tub. It’s been easily an hour at this point and no one had come to their rescue.

“Drake is the best Canadian artist to ever exist, point blank,” he says, lulling his head over to look at her.

“Are you high?” She replies.

Shawn sorts, “actually, yeah.”

She rolls her eyes, “It’s all about Alanis Morissette, dude. Jagged Little Pill defined my entire middle school persona. You Outta Know was my breakup song for all my imaginary boyfriends”

“Honestly? After meeting you that makes so much sense.”

She slaps his chest, “shut up.”

Shawn rests his head on her shoulder, “is this alright? I’m a little dizzy.”

She replies by putting her hand on his thigh, “yeah,” she mutters and closes her eyes.

She can hear his heart beating along with the music from the party. It’s a harmonious mix and she’s sure it’s because shes stoned out of her mind but it’s the most fucking beautiful sound she’s ever heard. She tries to place the beat, to follow along with it but it changes; crescendos then relaxes again. Shawn’s hand is rubbing the small of her back and it’s then that she realizes they’ve somehow ended up cuddled into each other.

Shawn certainly doesn’t mind it. He listens for her soft breaths and tries to decide if she smells like a rainy summer day or a lavender field. Eventually his lips find her bare neck and he barely even touches her and her skin prickles wherever he makes contact. Just existing beside her is the most fun he’s had all week. She’s everything he expected her to be, and more.

Finally, when they’re face to face, he presses his forehead against hers, “do you believe in soul mates?”

She cackles, and pushes him away, “alright I think you’ve hit your max for tonight.”

Shawn leans back and away from her and sighs, “yeah, guess so,” he grumbles.

She follows suit, propping her hands behind her head and listening to the music reverberate against the tiled walls of the bathroom, “it’s almost kind of peaceful, isn’t it?”

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news...but I have to pee,” Shawn states, clamoring out of the tub, “close the shower curtain.”

“What? Don’t want me to see your pasty white ass?”

He glares.

“Fine, fine,” she agrees and pulls the curtain shut in front of her.

The familiar first notes of one of her favorite songs starts to play, “are you playing Blank Space right now?” She questions.

“I didn’t want you to hear me peeing!”

She can’t contain her laughter anymore, and it’s coming out in snorts and gasps and she doesn’t care how much like a dying cow she sounds like. It’s the most carefree she’s felt in too long and she’s going to embrace it while she can; before the walls start to cement themselves up again and she’s back in her fortress of blah.

She’s still in the midst of her laugh attack when Shawn rips open the curtain, folding his arms across his broad chest. He looked extra tall from where she was sitting and she’s pretty sure a bead of drool slips out from the side of her mouth when she looks up at him. She licks her lips once, he speaks before she does.

“I’m hungry. Want to get out of here?” He offers a hand.

“I cordially accept your offer, but only under the pretense that we go to McDonalds. I’m seriously craving some chicken nuggets right now.”

Shawn smiles, “it’s a deal.”

He pulls a little to hard and catapults her into him. Neither mind, and Shawn makes a mental note of how perfectly she fits against him, all their nooks and crannies lining up. He fights all his urges to kiss her until it physically pains him to hold her so close and not be able to do anything about it. Shawn takes a half step (whole step for her) back and lets go.

She’s the first one to the door he catches her look and they both groan in unison, “fuck, the door.”

Someone bangs on the other side now, though, “oy fuck man I gotta take a leak!” They yell.

There’s pushing and pulling until finally, something breaks and the door crashes open, leaving her and Shawn to fall on their asses. It takes her a second to shake off the stinging feeling in her ass and lower back.

“Oh my GOD! There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Her best friend passes through the doorway, pushing past the dude now whizzing in the toilet nonchalantly.

“Been kind of stuck,” she replies, getting up.

Shawn helps, and rubs the small of her back for her.

“With him?” Her friend questions, “really?” She mutters a bit lower and out of Shawn’s earshot.

She nods, “I had a great time actually.”

“That’s fantastic and I’m very happy for you, but we have to go -”

Before she can turn back to Shawn, she’s being pulled out of the bathroom and towards the front door of the house. She gives her friend credit, she can hustle in those five inch heels. Shawn can barely keep up through the crowds of people as he chases after them. He’s desperate for anything, desperate for her. He has to see her again, get her number, something that proves tonight wasn’t all in his head.

By the time he’s reached the front walkway he sees the car pulling away. He thinks about chasing after her but stops himself, his feet glued to the ground below him. Shawn stands on the cobblestone pathway for what seems like forever, watching until the taillights blur into the distance,

just as the first snowflake hits his shoulder.

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hellooooo! here is part 3. i really love this one, i think it’s really getting into their characters and the banter and all that fun stuff. i’m truly considering making this into a full fledged series with an oc once the last part (5) is posted.

please let me know what you think! :)

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes imagine #actap

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