#experiencing the consequences of your actions all by yourself handsome?

[ratatatastic]

happy dumb ekky penalty of the day. on this episode of puck over glass. in a tied game. where said tied goal was a ppg. can you tell he also thought it was quite dumb of him to do too? can you? can his screams of agony move you to come to that conclusion as well?

its the "are they gonna call it please dont call it god they have to call it but do they have to? do they really? just because multiple men shouted OUT and pointed at the puck as it flew out doesnt mean they have to call" of it all before yes they do it call it ekky of course they do get your ass to the dumb idiot box

new york rangers @ florida panthers | 12.30.24

[aemonds-sapphire]

Fire Meets Gasoline - Dabi x Reader (Smut)

Summary: Sex with Dabi rarely goes as expected, and that is exactly why you can’t get enough of him.

Warnings: NO MINORS! NSFW. Pure filth (seriously). Cumplay. Quirkplay (? Is this a thing? Basically just Dabi heating up his hands and using them on you), Cockwarming. Creampie. Vaginal fingering. Overstimulation.

Word count: 4.8k

If you had to pinpoint the exact moment when you realized there was no escaping Dabi, it would most likely be the first time he kissed you.

After a month of denying and suppressing how attracted you felt towards him, you finally caved in.

You would potentiate each other just like when fire meets gasoline. It started off as a gentle flame, but it soon increased in both size and intensity.

The young man was filled with anger and was the embodiment of pain and sadness, but you were equally as broken. He hadn’t expected you to retaliate the poison that would drip from his mouth.

What Dabi had failed to consider was that you knew exactly why he was keeping people at bay. He didn’t necessarily hate everyone. But anyone could become a threat.

So he’d rather push people away.

What he had also not considered was that fire needed oxygen to burn. And that most of the time, the walls we build around us aren’t meant to keep others out. They will just fence you in.

You could bear him being cold to you as a defense mechanism, but he couldn’t deny his fiery nature for long.

“Beautiful...”

There was something so innately blissful about having Dabi cracking his hardened surface to display this beautiful side of him.

It would have your heart fluttering and your breath coming out in shallow pants as you experienced having his vulnerability be given to you.

“So. Beautiful.” He went on, accentuating his words with gentle kisses along your jawline.

You allowed your fingers to rake across his scalp, feeling his soft hair tickle your skin.

“Do it.”

He knew exactly what you meant by that. His quirk was powerful and dangerous. You had had the opportunity of witnessing him go berserk with rage and cast his trademark blue flames around his targets. The heatwave that had hit you was surely enough to have you jolt in fear. Dabi had to live with the consequences of not being able to control himself when using his quirk. All the patchwork across his body was licking proof of that.

However, the sense of danger had adrenaline rushing through your veins, and feeling the feared villain light up his quirk just enough to warm his hands was definitely an aphrodisiac.

Dabi stopped and pulled back, beautiful turquoise eyes meeting yours. He was truly breathtaking. No scar in his body would ever be able to take away from how handsome he was.

He flashed a boyish grin at you — one that you had grown to adore — and you felt the mattress shift lightly as he positioned himself between your legs.

The sight alone was enough to send sparks rushing down your spine. Dabi took his sweet time admiring the view, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth.

“See something you like?” You teased as you spread your legs farther apart.

He ran the palms of his hands slowly along your thighs, his eys lingering on your panties. “Pull them to the side, doll.”

You took a deep breath, knowing fully well what came next. He was too fucking good at this, and he was aware of that. Sex with him just felt like a whole new experience each time since he refused to stick to patterns. There was always something new, and that just added to the thrill.

Too bad you weren’t feeling like complying with his demands.

“Do it yourself.” You shrugged, slowly adjusting your panties to further accentuate your pussy lips.

You should know better than to challenge Dabi, but quite frankly you didn’t give a fuck, because it would just work in your favor in the end.

“Don’t be a brat,” he warned, keeping his voice calm, but his hands betraying the impatience as the grip on your knees increased. “Push them to the side... now.”

“Make me.”

Too bad Dabi wasn’t feeling like complying with your demands either.

Even though his room was poorly lit, the moonlight was more than enough to make you your jaw clench when his brought one hand to the waistband of his sweatpants.

Oh, he was fucking cruel.

Another teasing smile danced on his lips as he noticed your eyes glued to his crotch. You were too weak for this man. There was no way around it. No matter how hard you tried to prolong the mouse and cat game, you always caved.

You couldn’t tear your gaze away from his hand, especially when you saw it grip the growing bulge that he squeezed lightly.

“Seems like we have an issue, then, doll,” he chuckled, giving his clothed cock a few pumps. “‘Cause the way I see it... you really want this, uh?”

It took two to tango, so you tugged on the your panties once more, feeling the damp fabric rub against your clit and making you wince. You had underestimated his ability to have you dripping for him.

Your panties perfectly outlined your pussy lips, a silent invitation to the hungry man before you who wasted no time in dragging one finger along your covered slit.

“Doll...”

You flashed a devious grin while arching just slightly. “No.”

He had his other hand tightly gripping his cock, and you could see a discreet wet spot staining his sweatpants.

The scenery had you licking your lips in anticipation. “Let me see your cock, then.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “You first.”

One of you would have to give up first, and there was only so much resistance you could pull off when it came to Dabi leaking precum because of you.

You hooked one finger around the lace of your underwear, painfully slowly pulling it to the side, the wetness clinging onto the fabric.

A low growl erupted from him. “Fuck.”

He pressed on your clit with his thumb just so he could hear you moan for him. It was swollen enough to be seen through your pussy lips, and that drove him crazy. The ultimate proof that you wanted him was at the tip of his fingers, quite literally.

Your eyes instinctively closed as he continued teasing you, spreading wetness along your folds. It came with no surprise that your hips would involuntarily buck against his hand.

“Dabi...”

“Look at me,” he asked, his voice visibly strained as he circled your clit back and forth with the pad of his thumb. “Open your eyes.”

You did as you were told, and, through hooded eyes, you found yourself staring at him dragging the waistband of his pants down, successfully freeing his hard cock.

He halted his ministrations at once, only to have your entire focus on him.

Just as you had imagined, a few strings of precum were dangling from the tip, and he gave his cock a few pumps just to squeeze more from him.

Dabi positioned himself closer to your pussy in order to have his precum drip directly onto your clit.

You bit back a whimper as his thumb mixed the liquid with your wetness. “Dabi... oh my—“

The word died in your throat as you felt the tip pressing against your entrance. Was he that horny to jump right into the main course?

He sighed. “I really need to fuck you.”

It was crude and it surely wouldn’t win any awards as the most romantic declaration ever, but it did win points in getting your pussy to clench as more wetness spilled from you and coated him.

He applied just enough pressure to have his tip slide inside you. “Let me fuck you... please.”

The urgency in his voice had you melting. How could anyone resist this request?

He leaned over, brushing his lips with yours, but keeping his hips in place. You threw one arm around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. You could feel both hand gripping your things, and you figured it was taking all of his willpower not to slam his cock fully inside you.

But what’s life without a bit of fun, right?

Dabi hungrily suckled on your tongue, but you felt him freeze in shock. Both his eyes shot open and he gasped.

Oh. You loved it whenever you were able to get that reaction from him.

So you did it once again.

And he shuddered.

He was panting heavily as you contracted around his tip. Despite your heavy state of out, you still had a few tricks up your sleeve.

“Fuuuuuuuck....” his voice was coming out in broken and deep breaths.

Self-control definitely wasn’t Dabi’s forte, and you knew that you were playing with fire. Literally. You suddenly felt his palms heat up against your skin as the grip on your thighs tightened.

“Let... me...” He breathed, his face dropping to the crook of your neck. “Just...”

The safest course of action would be to indulge his request, but you also wanted to help him build up the ability to control himself once he got pushed over the edge. He had even asked this of you not long ago. It was hard for him to hold back when using his quirk against heroes and even harder when facing his father. So Dabi craved to be able to do so when having sex with you.

“Reign me in...” He had once asked of you.

He started licking and taking a few bites off your neck, the warmth of his hands never wavering.

You brought on hand to his face, carefully caressing the metal rings that traced his skin.

“How badly do you want it?” You asked him, squeezing around his tip once again. In reality, you knew exactly the answer to that question. His desperation was answer enough.

But you were now treading on a dangerous territory.

His teeth dug into your skin before he let out a moan. “Let me fuck you...”

You angled your hips in order to have him slide out of you. “Tough luck, Dabi. Control yourself better.”

The grin on your face widened when a pair of angry eyes met yours, and the heat coming from his hands increased ever so slightly.

He wasn’t smiling.

Well. Fuck.

He pushed his own hips to meet yours again, but this time he had his cock placed directly between your soaked folds and rubbing up against your clit.

Your grin dropped in an instant, and a he let out a satisfied chuckle. “Not so funny now, right?”

Dabi kept on sliding his cock up and down, coating it in your juices. The wet sounds that filled your ears were enough to have you fists the bedsheets, and it served as a further incentive for him to keep on teasing you.

One hand was placed directly beside your face so he could support himself as the other went to join his cock. The heat coming from is fingers was maddening and he pinched your clit, trapping it and sending jolts of pleasure across your entire body. Goosebumps prickled your skin as you felt a heatwave reach your cheeks. It wasn’t just coming from your own body’s reacting to the stimulation, but also from his own hand.

“Where’s that pretty smile now?” He rasped, focusing on your face twisting from bliss, otherwise he might let his composure falter.

“Dabi... fuck... fuck...”

It was really taxing having to keep his quirk at bay and only allowing a certain amount of heat to flood the palms of his hands. It took a lot from him to having to exert so much self-control. It was twice as demanding having to keep his dick from plunging inside you.

“What do you want, doll?”

“Please... just...”

Not so amusing now that the tables were turned, and you gripped the sheets tighter until your knuckles turned white. You wouldn’t last much longer if he kept sliding his cock in between your pussy lips like that.

Your eyes locked with his, and your opened your mouth in an attempt to say something, but only moans spilled from you.

“Just what?”

He pulled his cock away and replaced it with the palm of his hand. The metallic hoops had heated up significantly and when he dragged a few across your clit, that was when your body reached a new high.

“Oh my — oh my fuck—“

Dabi couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. You looked so delicious, and he didn’t even know how he was being able to withstand the discomfort coming from his cock. He would need to be buried inside you soon. It was such a waste to have you clenching around nothing when you could be milking him instead.

But he wanted you to reach your orgasm first.

He was so used to watching things come undone out of rage, that watching you come undone from the pleasure he gave you just made his cock throb. The thrill of building you up just to have it all crumbling down in the most alluring way possible was something he could not get enough of.

Your body had started writhing and convulsing, forcing him to lean back and press one hand on your hip to keep you in place.

“Good girl... that’s it...”

You had your thighs desperately wrapping around him in the hopes of him filling the emptiness.

Dabi was going insane from how responsive you were being to him. To his quirk. He had grown up forced to live with the remainders of what it had done to him. The thought of having it being used to give someone pleasure was so fucking fascinating. Yes, it was exhausting to keep it at a low intensity, but the high outweighed the exhaustion by far.

The familiar sensation built up more and more, until it washed over you in a deep wave of pleasure. A shriek ripped through your throat from your lungs, and behind closed eyes you could see colors dancing over your vision, accompanying the molten streaks of pure bliss that shot through your entire body with every flick of the metallic hoops on your clit.

Dabi couldn’t resist it any longer.

He needed to feel you.

In one swift motion, he slid his cock balls deep inside you. Your pussy welcomed him with strong and rhythmic contractions that sent his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He had to balance himself on both arms from the sudden overload of pleasure. It was clear he wouldn’t last long. The amount of teasing and foreplay was enough to sent him into overdrive.

Your fingers went up to grip his forearms as if holding on for dear life. Having his cock buried inside your pussy as you came made your mouth drop open. You felt your walls clamp around him viciously. He pulled one of your legs up to rest on his shoulder, spreading you enough before he started slamming against you with such force that the bed started squeaking from the motion.

He was mumbling something, but you couldn’t quite make out what it was as you descended from your peak. Your heart pounded hard against your chest, but still not as hard as he pounded your pussy.

“Stop... squeezing... fuck!”

The overstimulation hit you like a train, and you felt tears stinging your eyes. Your fingers would leave marks on his arms, but you doubted he cared about it.

“D-Dabi... I...” you tried to reign him in, but gave up when his lips crashed into yours.

He was thrusting into you with an animalistic ferocity, all sense of control finally coming to a end. You’d clench around him whenever he hit a sweet spot inside you. The moans that came from within in were so hot that you couldn’t blame your clit for pulsing and your pussy for squeezing his cock.

Suddenly, you felt one hand groping your breast, fully enjoying how it bounced and defied gravity with each snappy strike from his hips. His eyes slid shit and his mouth was hanging open in a silent hiss.

You wanted to bring him over the edge. You wanted him to give it all to you.

To prove your point, you snaked an arm between your bodies and flicked at your clit just so you could your pussy to clench harder around his cock.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Through the stings of overstimulation the need to have him come undone for you was just ecstatic.

That it for him. His eyes snapped open and the most beautiful growl rumbled in his chest.

“You are so... fuck...” Was all he managed to say before he began pumping in a final broken rhythm.

“Fill me up...”

The effect those words had on him caught you off guard.

Dabi let out a strangled moan as he buried his cock deep within you. “Oh... fuck...”

He shuddered a few times, emptying himself inside your pussy just like you had encouraged him to. You could feel a few streaks of cum coating your walls, and it almost sent you back to another orgasm.

He was panting heavily above you, cock still lodged inside you. When he looked up to your face he saw a few tears leak from your eyes due to the overwhelming overstimulation. Without thinking, he brought one thumb to wipe a clear droplet from your face.

Dabi no longer remembered how it felt like to cry without physical pain from having bloody tears spilling from where the staples held his skin together.

“Dabi?”

He shook his head and blinked twice. “Sorry...”

You didn’t want him to apologize for this. “It’s okay... don’t be sorry.”

Instead, the young man leaned forward and tasted the salty liquid that smeared your skin, wiping the tears away.

You couldn’t contain the low chuckle that erupted from you. “That tickles...”

He didn’t want to slide out of you just yet. Your warmth was too welcoming and comforting. If he had to find a name for it he’d choose home. Intimacy had been so scary to him. The vulnerability of it all had always frightened him, and for the longest time he didn’t think he would ever have this. Casual sex was good, but sex with someone you had an emotional connection with felt so much better.

Dabi let his body tumble to his side, physical exhaustion finally taking a toll on him. However, he slid one arm over your lower back to keep you tied with him.

His hair was sticking to his forehead from all the sweat, and you took some time to inspect a few strands through hazy eyes.

You gently brushed the damp hair away from his skin. “You need to dye your hair again.”

“Hmm.”

The roots of his white hair were starting to show, and even though you’d love for him to embrace his natural color, you knew this was not something for you to decide.

Some wounds took longer to heal.

His cock was starting to soften inside you, but that had no effect on him.

“Planning on sleeping like this?” You offered, but only half-joking.

His hand thoughtlessly caressed your back, and you shuddered as the metallic rings dragged along your skin. “Actually...”

Wiping a few beads of sweat from your face, you arched a brow. “What?”

A squelching sound filled the room as he slid off of you, and you couldn’t help but to pout at the sudden emptiness.

Dabi, on the other hand, seemed to have something else in mind as he got on his knees again, placing himself in between your legs.

It didn’t take long before you started feeling the warm liquid ooze from you. That definitely earned Dabi’s full attention as he watched in admiration.

“Proud of yourself?” You questioned with a gentle laughter. Just as you were about to prop yourself on both elbows, he had one hand on your shoulder, keeping you in place, as the other hovered near your pussy. “Hey! Dabi...”

“I want to do this...” he whispered, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was just thinking out loud.

You had a faint idea of what he had planned next, and, if so, it would be something new for you both.

The young man hesitated for a split second before his middle finger joined the index, slowly collecting the few strings of cum that had pooled between you and the sheets. Not even five minutes had passed since your body had been sent into overdrive, and you could feel your insides twist in anticipation and you clit throb from the newfound stimulus.

Dabi paused once more.

Although, you’d been affectionate with each other for over a month now, you could still identify the remnants of his struggles with intimacy in moments like this. It had taken him quite a while to open up to you emotionally. It had taken him a great deal more to give himself to you physically as well.

You couldn’t help the loving smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth. “Go ahead...” two of your fingers rubbed your swollen clit briefly before spreading your pussy lips invitingly.

That was all the incentive he was looking for, and in one swift mention he slide both fingers inside you, dragging his cum back inside once more.

He hissed deliciously when he felt you clamp around him. “Fuck...”

The hand keeping you down faltered, and you immediately seized the opportunity to position yourself in a way that gave you a privileged view of what he was doing to you.

“So much cum... fuck...” Dabi’s words came out in ragged pants as he fingered you slowly. “Don’t clench, doll... it will spill out again.”

“Then stop being so hot...” You half moaned, trying your best to fight against your reflexes. Your pussy was practically on auto-pilot. The obscene sounds that filled the room just made the task so much more difficult.

It didn’t take long before his turquoise eyes darkened and you watched him capture his bottom lip with his canine.

Oh fuck... he was getting hard again.

His cock was twitching ever so slightly, growing before your eager eyes.

“Dabi...” You weren’t even sure of what you wanted to say. The sight alone was enough to have your clit throbbing, but his thumb pressed on it was what had you involuntarily clamp down on his digits in a way that dragged a long groan from him. Even if he was someone who had to ability to mask his true emotions, the pleasure was splattered across his face.

You felt your pulse quicken further and shuddered from all the stimulation.

Knowing fully well you wouldn’t be able to comply with his request, he removed his fingers from inside you at once, bringing out a whine from deep within you.

A faint smile pulled at Dabi’s lips. “So responsive...”

You wrinkled your nose at him. “You’re stalling... please...”

“I’m taking my sweet time with you, doll. What’s the fun in rushing?”

His finger glistened with the mixture of your juices with his cum. Suddenly, his hands went to your ass to positioned you on his thighs. A very effective way of preventing any further leaks, no doubt.

Just as you were about to question why the sudden change in positions, he plunged one single finger back inside your pussy.

“I wonder...” he started out as if lost in contemplation while he coated his fingers once again. “Hmm...”

“Dabi...” you warned him in a low voice.

You were growing impatient. Very impatient. The heat between your legs along with your throbbing clit were driving you absolutely insane.

He was an expert in making you lose your mind, and he’d always use this to his advantage.

His cock was already growing harder and bigger with each passing second. You’d be more than willing to have one more orgasm, and considering the way you were clamping around him, and the blinding heat jolting through your clit and nipples, it wouldn’t take you too long to get there. The young man pressed your clit down with his thumb, circling it with just enough pressure to gather the most delicious moans from you.

“Good girl... you look so hot,” he encouraged, and you felt a pair of fingers spread your pussy lips. “Fuck... I wish you could see this.”

You were so close.

So damn close.

But things with Dabi had a way of rarely going according to plan, and just as you shut your eyes in anticipation for another high, the infuriating sensation of withdrawal made you whine.

“Put that back! Dabi! What the fuck?”

You were left clenching around nothing and he merely chuckled at your distress. “I don’t think I will, doll.”

Propped yourself up on your elbows. “I will end you. Fuck!”

He didn’t really care. Nor did he take you seriously. You sank back into the mattress, wiping the beads of sweat that had formed in your forehead.

“For fuck’s sake...”

You felt the bed shift beneath you as he leaned forward. “Open.”

Wait...

This was new.

Your eyes widened once you understood what he meant. His long index finger was a few inches from touching your lips, a few droplets falling onto your chin. The thick layer of both cum and your wetness covered the entire digit, and you oiled even see some wetness spread along the metal hoops carved into his skin.

Oh. That was fucking hot.

“I won’t ask again,” his demanding voice quickly snapped you out it. “Open. Your. Mouth.”

A part of you wanted to tease him and put up a front just to rule him up, but another part of you — a much more urgent and impatient one — just wanted you to let go and enjoy the ride.

The moment you parted your lips, he promptly shoved his finger inside your wet mouth, faintly teasing your tongue with it.

You suckled on it slowly and sensually, never breaking eye contact with him.

He hissed softly. “How does it taste?”

“You tell me.”

Acting on pure instinct, your hand went to the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss. Dabi’s widened in sheer surprise as you darted your tongue inside his mouth, allowing him to taste the liquid. You weren’t sure if he was enjoying it, but his body language was pretty telling after a while, so you kept going.

There was something really hot about having Dabi taste his own cum directly from your mouth. Maybe next time you’d have him lap at it from your soaked pussy.

He broke the kiss to take a deep breath, thin threads of spit mixed with cum and your wetness linking both of your lips together.

You smiled teasingly. “Good, right?”

Dabi licked his lips before wiping the excess with the back of his hand. “Well played, doll.”

For a few seconds all you could hear were the ragged pants coming from both of you. You looked down and noticed that his cock was fully hard, probably getting ready for the next round.

“Want me to take care of that?” You wiggled your brows at him.

He followed your stare, but rolled over to fall flat on his back, one hand wrapping around his cock while kicking his sweatpants off.

“It’s okay, doll. I know how much you love watching me jerk off.”

Ah. Damn. He was right.

The metallic hoops provided an interesting friction whenever he applied enough pressure. Considering he had nearly half of his palms covered in a single row of staples he just had to get used to the feeling, and soon enough he had found a way to have those work in his favor.

You shifted on the bed to scoot closer to him, and have your head resting on his heaving chest. As expected, you started feeling his cum leak from your pussy.

The two of you lay there in a comfortable silence for a while, until you felt his heartbeat and breathing evening out against your ear. He was lazily pumping his cock, but it didn’t seem like he was too invested in the task at hand.

You raised your head to look at a very much sleepy Dabi.

An instant loving smile fell on your lips.

“You asleep?”

Was that a smirk on his face? Adorable. “Yes, doll.”

He looked so peaceful. You’d never get over post-sex Dabi. Ever. You had witnessed his full potential as a villain, but you were just now getting to experience firsthand what it felt like to have someone like him opening up to you.

A few more minutes passed by, and you watched as he let go of his softening cock. You took his now free hand in yours and laced your fingers with his.

“You’re changing the sheets.” You mumbled to him when you felt more liquid ooze from you. Not that you actually minded the current predicamen.

He scoffed. “Your pillow talk fucking sucks, doll.”

[themostdivisive]

Amortentia

Pairing: Severus Snape x reader (professor) 

Summary: You ask Severus for a favor and end up with more than just a simple potion. 

Genre: fluff 

Warnings: none 

I just wanted to do a short little fluffy fic for Snape. My requests are open for any reader x HP character pairing fic! Marauders content coming soon >:)

You lazily pulled open the door to Severus’ classroom and saw his dark figure behind a table of potion ingredients. It was cold and dark but by now you were used to it having been down in his little dungeon so many times. He didn’t look up as you approached him. You footsteps were instantly recognizable to Severus. 

“Sev, I was wondering if you had any Invigoration Draught,” You walked past the rows of empty desks towards Severus. “I had to stay up all night to finish grading assignments and I was hoping you could spare some to help me get through the day.” You let out a sigh and stood on the opposite end of the table. Severus seemed to be laser focused on the potion he was making. You yawned and rubbed your sleepy eyes in order to stay awake. “I can’t be expected to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts without first being able to master Defense Against Acute Exhaustion.” For a moment you could have sworn you saw a small smirk tug at his lips. However, you were quickly distracted by a strong scent hovering in the air. You inhaled softly. “Severus,did you bathe in cologne this morning? It’s quite strong.” You said absentmindedly. He froze almost suddenly and looked up. When your eyes met you paused, thinking you might have offended him but he began to speak. 

“I’ll give it to you,” He said. A wave of relief crashed onto you. 

“Thank you, Sev. I really appreciate it-”

“If you can answer this simple question.” He crossed his arms. 

“Oh,” You straightened up. “Well, let’s have it then.” You said confidently.

“Name the powerful love potion that is known for emitting a smell that is different  depending on what attracts the person who smells it.” He said slowly, punctuating every syllable as he usually does. You paused for a moment to think but after a few seconds it came to you. 

“Amortentia,” You smiled proudly. 

“Correct,” He turned around swiftly and grabbed a small bottle off of the shelf behind him. He held it out to you, but when you went to take it he pulled it away again. “Perhaps you should more carefully consider the consequences of your actions next time.” He gave you a severe look and finally handed over the small vile. 

“Thank you,” You smiled and subsequently uncapped the potion to take some. Almost immediately after swallowing the contents of the bottle you felt more energized and awake. Severus made no haste getting back to his potion making. You looked at the cauldron and saw a beautiful pearl sheen emanating from the potion inside it. It looked familiar. “Are you making Amortentia for your class?” You asked.

“Yes,” He said plainly. You leaned over the table to look at the potion. 

“You know, I’ve never gotten the chance to smell Amortentia. May I?” You asked. He nodded and watched you lean slightly closer to the cauldron. 

“It smells like…” You paused for a moment to evaluate the scent. It was unlike anything else you had ever experienced. To you it seemed as though the Amortentia was liquid happiness. All of your best memories and most passionate loves were captured in the steam that drifted above the cauldron. “... crackling firewood, butterbeer, and-” You stopped in your tracks when you smelled something incredibly familiar. It was light and fresh but also a little bitter. You tilted your head curiously as you tried to identify the familiar scent. For a moment you couldn’t pinpoint it but then it hit you like a ton of bricks. You cleared your throat, trying to seem inconspicuous. You took a step away from the potion. “... and cologne.” Your eyes darted somewhat nervously around the room. Severus raised his eyebrows at you. You knew he could see the cogs turning in your brain as you desperately tried to figure out what to do. Despite your racing heart, you smiled as if nothing happened.  “What does it smell like to you? Let me guess, the tears of first year students?” You let out a half hearted chuckle as you tried to shift the conversation. He didn’t laugh. While keeping his eyes on you he walked around the table and stood next to you. He leaned over the cauldron and inhaled lightly. 

“Fresh pine, candle smoke, and…” The silence of the dungeon was tense. You tried to mask your emotions but as he stood so close next to you, you could feel the heat rise in your cheeks. “... coconut.” He said slowly before turning towards you. For a brief moment he looked at your hair. You felt breathless. Realization hit you instantly; every morning you washed your hair with the same coconut shampoo. You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out of your throat. “You’re a clever girl, miss (Y/L/N.)” He lifted his hand to stroke your hair gently. “I’m sure you’re aware of what’s going on here.” You took a moment to decide what to say next. Severus’ gaze was intense and penetrating but it almost felt softer and more intimate than ever before. The wall between you seemed to break down almost instantly and you could read his emotions quite clearly. You and Severus had always been close. Maybe not close in regular terms, but it seemed as though you were one of the only professors at Hogwarts that Snape actually took a liking to. Still, you never expected this. It wasn’t until now that you were aware of the fact that all this time you had liked professor Snape. Every morning you would find yourself in the Great Hall early to eagerly await Severus. You always sat next to him despite his impressively grumpy morning demeanor. You would tease him playfully or tell him jokes and he would pretend to not be amused but secretly, you thought, he liked the attention. But throughout all that time, he must have gotten used to smelling your hair beside him every morning and associated it with seeing your pretty face. 

Without any further hesitation, you gently cupped Severus’ cheeks and leaned forward to press your lips against his. He kissed you back deeply, with more passion than you had ever seen him express before. His hand stayed caressing your hair as his other hand moved to your waist. Your stomach lit up with butterflies. The both of you pulled back from the kiss. You wondered if he could feel how hard your heart was beating. 

“Tall, dark, and handsome Professor Severus Snape crushing on a fellow professor? And a former Gryffindor at that. I can see the Daily Prophet headlines already.” You teased. 

“It’s not ideal. I suppose I’ve been accustomed to your unfaltering charisma and tendency to be insufferably lovely.” There was a peculiar type of softness in his tone. “It’s positively loathsome.” 

“If this is how you treat a loathsome individual then I’m afraid to ask what you’re doing when you spend all that time with the Headmaster.” You chuckled then awkwardly realized what time it must be. “Well,” You removed your hands from Severus’ face and cleared your throat. “I suppose I should start my lesson soon.” 

“Indeed, you should.” He said slowly. You nodded once and began to walk away. Your heart fluttered. 

“Expect to see me after dinner tonight.” You smiled confidently as you made your way out of the classroom. 

“Very well, miss (Y/L/N).” He called after you. 

You walked quickly down the corridors and to your classroom to teach your Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The small group of Slytherin and Gryffindor students congregated separately by the door waiting for you to arrive. You beamed at them. 

“Good morning,” You greeted them cheerfully as you sprang open the door. As the students filed in, you could hear a distinctly snobby voice from the back of the group.

“What’s got her so chipper? Just finished snogging Professor Snape in the dungeons?” Draco and his cronies were snickering. They must have assumed you didn’t hear their little joke. It almost made you laugh with how ironically right the little blonde boy happened to be. You held the door open for the three boys. As they passed by, an innocent smile played across your face. 

“Good morning, Mr. Malfoy. Ten points from Slytherin.”

[vv3nti]

baby kook

rafe cameron x reader

summary: you never thought you'd be watching rafe cameron hold your newborn baby with tears in his eyes. you never thought you'd be experiencing this with a kook— let alone at such a young age, but you couldn't imagine doing it with anyone else. 

warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of drug usage, pregnancy, WARD

a/n: IM SO SORRY THIS IS A MESS

you didn't know how your life became so complicated, everything happened so fast. you had been living the kook lifestyle for weeks now; country clubs, elegant parties, and fancy clothes. every day there was something new, maids, specialists, and lots of shopping. and as foreign as the kook lifestyle was, you never thought you'd be watching rafe cameron hold your newborn baby with tears in his eyes. you never thought you'd be experiencing this with a kook— let alone at such a young age, but you couldn't imagine doing it with anyone else. 

"you are pregnant?" rafe asked slowly, dragging his hands down his neck, he was restless, luckily he wasn't high; but with the news you dropped on him, he wished he was. rafe wasn't ready for a baby, he wasn't prepared for a relationship; he could barely take care of himself without fucking up, how was he supposed to take care of another helpless human. rafe observed as you nibbled on your lip, nodding in reply. "holy shit, fuck! y/n, you're eighteen and pregnant with my baby." 

"don't you think i know that!" you didn't mean to be so hostile towards the boy, but you had a lot on your plate. and quite frankly, you believed you were going to be raising this baby on your own. "how do you think i'm going to look like as a single mom at eighteen." 

rafe's eyebrows furrowed as you spoke, did you really think that low of him? he thought, trying not to let your words get to him. he was quiet for a few moments attempting to gather his thoughts. "you think- you think that i'd leave you and..." his voice trails off. "—the baby?" 

"i mean, what did you expect? when have you rafe cameron stuck with anyone in your lifetime." so much anger was coursing through your veins, it wasn't all at rafe— it takes two to tango, but you were mad at yourself. why would you do this to yourself? "and this was supposed to be temporary, what makes anything change now?" they were his own words, the second time you slept together, rafe made it clear he wasn't looking for anything other than sex and definitely not a pogue. you were in agreement with the exchange; to be honest, the whole thing was a drunken mistake, but neither you nor rafe could get enough of each other after the fact. he was older, handsome, and had an abundance of drugs; of course, you couldn't stay away, you loved the rush of secrecy, but now you were facing the consequences of your reckless actions. "and it's probably better off that way, what will my brother say? what will your dad say?"

he knew you were right somewhere deep down; it would be a whole lot easier if the two of you just split ways now, but for once in his life, rafe didn't want to take the easy way out. maybe it was because he started to develop feelings for you and he wasn't ready to give up on them just yet, or perhaps he wanted to show his dad he could be responsible. whatever the reason seemed to be rafe wanted to be in the baby's life, no matter the consequences. "no. i don't care what john b or my dad says, i don't care. i'm going to be in my baby's life, in your life, y/n." he began, gently cupping your cheeks. "you aren't the only guilty one here; we did this, and no matter what we say our baby is growing right here and you don't have to take the blame and do this by yourself. i'm not going to let you. okay?" 

you didn't respond, causing rafe to place his fingers under your chin, lifting your face, so your eyes could meet. "okay, rafe." 

you should have known after you agreed with him, nothing was ever going to be the same. the two of you decided to share the news with your families by yourself, consider the kooks and pogues rivalry. rafe never told you what he and his father talked about, but after their conversation, the next thing you know, ward and rose had you over for dinner, treating you a daughter of their own. the pogue's reaction was not as welcoming as the latter. 

it was rough, and you wondered if your brother was going to kick you out. kiara and pope had a much better response than john b and jj; the two to of them were more worried about getting back at rafe than how you felt. no matter how hard you tried to explain to them, he didn't take advantage of you, and you wanted to hook up with rafe, they still were fuming and making false accusations. both you and john b felt slightly betrayed by one another; you weren't expecting your brother to react so negatively, and john b was appalled to even believe you would sleep with rafe— let alone associate with him in any way. you two fought and argued for hours, harsh words were thrown, and feelings were hurt. john b was ready to keep going, but pope guided you away from the encounter, reminding you stress is harmful to the baby. you ended up storming out of the house, going to the only place you felt you could. 

"y/n, you can stay here as long as you want." ward handed you a bottle of water, a pleasant smile graced his lips. you had only ever met the man once —before all of this happen— when you came to work with john b, and he's always been kind to you. but you didn't think he would be as generous to allow a pogue to live in his home because his son knocked them up. "housekeeping will be here in the morning to clean up the guest house, so you can stay there. i don't know if you were able to talk to rafe, but we think it would be a good idea to stay in figure 8 until you've finished high school." 

his words caught you entirely of guard, you may have been fighting with john b, but you weren't ready to leave him high and dry. you were overjoyed to have a place to stay while you're pregnant, but leaving your brother indefinitely was not an option. "mr. cameron thank you so much for the offer but i can't—"

he interrupted you, giving you a sympathetic look. "i know, i know, you can't leave your brother, but the guest house has two bedrooms. john b can always stay with you. y/n, you have to understand this is my grandchild, and i want to do everything in my power to make sure they grow up in a good home and with support. and please call me ward." 

"ward, i understand, and of course, i want the same thing. i appreciate everything you are doing for me, but i need to take this slow and figure things with myself and rafe." you said. 

"of course, take your time." ward gently pat your shoulder, leaning towards your ear. "but remember y/n, just as fast as i let you in, i can cut you out. that baby is a cameron because i say it is, your compliance is all that's needed." he sneered, smiled graciously at you before leaving you, mouth agape in the kitchen. 

you remember feeling so isolated and alone at that moment that you didn't know what to do or who to go to. ward was threatening you and your child, you had no choice but to do what he wanted, let him use you. he wanted you to distract his son, get him back on track and stop burying the family name, ward could care less about you and the baby— this was all about his own family. what would happen to the cameron family name if a minor accused their nineteen-year-old son of impregnating her? they were going to make themselves look better by giving you everything you desire, and you had no choice but to sit pretty and listen because you no longer had to worry about just yourself. 

but not all times in the cameron household were awful, you often found yourself forgetting you were basically being held captive. you had girls nights with wheezie and sarah, movie nights, shopping trips, and many visits to the beach. and when you weren't with the kooks, you had the pogues over as much as you could, after you and john b made up, he declined your offer to live with you in figure 8, but you tried to make it to the chateau every weekend. life was good, but you couldn't help but grow anxious thinking about the future. 

"what about this one?" you did a little twirl in the dress, a hopeful expression set on your face as you looked at sarah and rafe, but it quickly fell as they frantically shook there heads. you blew out a long breath of air, rolling your eyes before dramatically pulling the blue dress's straps off your shoulder. "i hate this, none of these dresses look right on me, the bump is either too big or too small. can i just wear a t-shirt to midsummers?" 

"we just need to keep looking, y/n/n." sarah came up beside you, squeezing your shoulders. she had become somewhat of a sister to during these couple of months, the two of you had become unbelievable close, and now finding out she was seeing your brother made your relationship with the girl grow even more. "try that one on, and i'll go grab some more." 

after sarah left, you walked back into the dressing room, stripping down out of the dress. as you were left in your undergarments, you got lost in thought, glancing at your baby bump. at three and a half months along, you have grown unconditionally fond of the thing developing inside you; you couldn't wait until they were finally in your arms. your eyes met a set of deep blue ones in the mirror, a small smirk was plastered on rafe's lips as he soaked you in, you wanted to hide under his fierce gaze. 

"what are you doing here?" 

"just thinking," rafe said, pushing him off the wall, coming up behind and placing his hands on your hips. "thinking about you and this beautiful baby right here." his palms slide from your sides to your round belly, rafe had gotten to feel the baby kick for the first time earlier this week and ever since he has been touching your bump at any time possible. you placed your hands over the boys; your face lit up; you couldn't help but smile, looking in the mirror at your little family.

but things went sour pretty fast after midsummers. 

"are you fucking high right now?" you shrieked, trying not to blow up of rafe in front of his friends, but he made a promise, and your hormones were everywhere. "seriously, rafe? god, i should have expected it, i should have known." you paced around the room, doubtful thoughts filling your mind. as topper and kelce left the room, you grabbed your phone and sweatshirt from the bed, you had no desire to stay in this house while rafe was high, especially after he promised to change.

"hey, wait, y/n." rafe frantically tried to get you to stop, but he was at a loss for words. too many excuses surfaced through his brain, excuses he knew you wouldn't fall for. "what are you doing?" 

you humorlessly laughed, swiftly turning around to meet his eyes. "i believed you! i listen to you like a god damn idiot, i thought you had changed." tears started to build in the corner of your eyes, and you tried to hold them back with everything in you. "i thought you would have changed for our baby, that we were going to be happy, but if this—" you motioned between to two of you "—didn't give you a reason to be sober then you have a serious problem, and i don't want my baby around that."

"it was just once, i have changed, and i told you that i'm ready to be a dad. please, just don't leave. i'm going to stop, i promise."  he continued to ramble and grab hold of your arm; you were disappointed and angry that you saw rafe in such a state. "y/n, please calm down, s-stress is bad for you, just sit down, please." 

"no, i'm going back to my house. you are stressing me out, we need someone we can rely on, and a dad high off coke is not reliable. my child is not growing up with a deadbeat father. you're gonna be just like your dad on this path!" storming out of the guest house, you mentally cursed at yourself; you had gone too far, and quite frankly, you didn't think rafe was going to be a deadbeat dad. although you were upset at the boy for getting high after he said he wouldn't, that wasn't what had you so snappy; ward was creeping back into your head, talking about adoption and paying you out. it was all too much; once again, ward was trying to save his son from a mistake he made. but you were under the impression that rafe wanted to be apart of the baby's life. you didn't know if they were working together, trying to trick you, or ward was plotting behind his sons back. 

it's been a few days, and you weren't surprised to see rafe sitting on the old pull out couch with his head in his hands. kie and jj eyeing him down harshly, their gaze not moving from his form even when you walked into the room. all the pogues were informed about your argument with rafe, so you'd expect them to be hostile towards him. 

you gave rafe a small smile as your eyes met. "hey." 

"uh, hi." he rubbed the back of his neck cautiously as if anything he said could set you off. but to you, it seemed like a good sign, like rafe wanted to make things right and not upset you again. "can we talk? you know, alone." he motioned his hands towards your friends, who looked as though they had no intention to move, but you gave them the okay with a simple nod. 

you made your way to the kitchen, wanting to fix a bowl of cereal or make some toast— you were on a pregnancy diet. the cameron boy silently followed after you, dragging his feet and avoiding your gaze. "well, since you're not talking, i'm going to." you began. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry for saying you were a deadbeat dad, i used your own relationship with your dad against, and i'm sorry. i want you in the baby's life, i need you but rafe i need you sober." 

"you're apologizing to me?" he asked, causing you to nod. "i wasn't expecting that, um— what you said got me thinking, i don't want to be like my dad, so i am going to do better, okay, i promise i'm going to do better." rafe stopped you from spreading butter on your toast, holding your hands in his. 

you bit your lip, trying to suppress your emotions from flowing over. "don't make promises you can't keep." you whispered, a single tear rolling down your cheek. your mind was at conflict, a rush of motherly instincts flooding your thoughts, and you still were not sure if you could trust him.

"it's not, y/n. i'm going to be better for both of you." 

it had been two weeks until you saw rafe again for a doctor's appointment. rose had accompanied two of you because she wanted to find out the gender so she could throw a party accordingly; it was the one thing you were looking forward to this week. the gender of the baby was something you had been waiting to find out, you felt it would only bring you closer to the little thing growing inside you. rose was allowing you to choose a few people on the invite list, but you only had the pogues in mind. 

"are you excited?" jj slapped your shoulder playfully, stuffing another blue cupcake into his mouth. he was loudly voicing he thought the baby was a boy, jj explained he just knew. "what do i get when you find out i'm right? will i finally be announced the godfather?" that wasn't up to you, of course, but you brushed him off with a small eye roll. 

"i still think it's a girl," kiara said, hip bumping jj, who had a frown on his face. kiara and jj have had this boy versus girl feud going on for a while now, but you weren't surprised; they were always at each other's throats. you and pope had said to be neutral, but you two secretly thought the baby was going to be a girl. "what are your mama instincts tell you?" kie asked, turning to you. 

but before you could answer, rafe was by your side, grabbing her hand gently. "can i steal her away? rose wants to start, she said something about staying on time with the schedule." he said softly, trying not to tick off your friends, but they simply rolled their eyes rolls and gave rafe a nod. he led you away from the snack table, and towards the crowd of kook women, you still had no idea how the gender reveal would take place; it was your party, but you've never felt so out of place. truthfully though you did feel the need to fit in with the kooks, you had your focus set on sights set on six people, and that is all you needed. not a big, fancy party, but the people you care about most about experiencing something as special as your gender reveal party. 

after an hour of mingling with housewives and family friends, it was finally time to learn if you were going to have a baby girl or boy. a selected group of guests all gathered on the cameron family's yacht, while other attendants stayed near the house or the docks. although many people were talking to you and taking photos, you could only feel rafe at that moment. your eyes couldn't help but tear up as the blue fireworks lit up the sky in various shapes and designs. a strong euphoric feeling raced through your body; rafe embracing your body, the cheers doing heard in the background, and the pogues congratulating. it felt like a dream. 

"we're having a baby boy!" rafe gushed into the crook your neck, he was delighted to find out the gender of the baby. rafe hated the suspense, he was already dreaming up scenarios for your family's future. rafe had so much loved built up for you and the baby it kept him awake at night, he'd never cared so much for one person— let alone two. "y/n, we're having a boy." 

you pulled away from his hold, your teary eyes meeting his. "i know, i know. a little boy." the excitement overflowed in your voice. you brought a hand to rafe's cheeks, the entire world was forgotten, and it was just the two of you. you felt at peace with the world. things seemed like they were going to be okay— many people told you babies bring a lot, but most of all, they bring hope. and now, you finally understood what they meant. when you and rafe pulled apart, you were flooded with hugs from the surrounding guest; most importantly john b. you weren't able to share this moment with your father, and john b was the only family you had left, having him here with you only strengthened your sibling bond; he definitely was going to be a great uncle. 

when you finally gave birth to your son, you couldn't give your eyes off him, you needed to see his every move. anxiety was building in your body, and you were having a hard time containing it, they gave you a sedative to put you sleep. you woke up to people rushing around your room, rafe from gone, your baby was nowhere to be seen, and john b sat in the chair next to the bed. 

"what's going on?" you asked groggily, sitting up in your bed. your head was still fuzzy, but you were conscious enough to notice the panicked looked on everyone's faces. "jb?"

"y/n, i'm so sorry." your brother held an apologetic gaze, causing tears to fill your eyes. "ward, he— ward took your son, in exchange for the gold. i didn't even know he knew about it—" he continued to ramble about, but john b's words became background noise. your entire world had just come crashing down in a single sentence, and the one person you needed was gone. ward had played you, and you blindly let him in hopes of becoming a family one day, but you were done being friendly and getting your son back one way or another. 

[arianalilyblack]

Come home to me - Chapter 4

Title: Come home to me 

Chapter no: Chapter 4

Author: @arianalilyblack

Pairing: Harry Wells x Reader x Eobard Thawne/Harrison Wells

Word count: 2269

Summary: The wedding of Barry Allen and Iris West is finally here. You and Harry are caught up with the wedding spirit and start to slowly realize that maybe you developed deeper feelings for each other. Everything is perfect until Nazis bust into the church ruining everything. And alongside Earth X villains guess who shows up? Your ex flame, Eobard Thawne aka the Reverse Flash, complicating everything in your lives.

 At first he felt pleasure as he heard a frustrated Cisco shouting in the next cell. It was fun for a while. But then his thoughts started to drift towards Y/N, and the smug grin disappeared from his face. He cursed himself for leaving her unprotected and alone. Obviously he knew that she could protect herself, but he still felt guilty as hell. He never should have left her side, not before telling her the truth. It was frustrating that he couldn’t talk about his newly experienced feelings for her. That smile at the wedding; that was the moment when all his oppressed feelings got out of their strongly locked cage. It was a simple friendly smile, but to him it shone brighter than the sun. It made his heart beat faster, and now he will never see her again. It all ended before it could really start.

The ball resonated louder and louder throughout the Pipeline, as he became more irritated by this imprisoned state, driving Cisco crazy with every bang. Sadness took a hold on his heart. He placed his head into his hands, horrible pictures flashing before his eyes. The sight of her getting tortured or her dead body lying on the floor was maddening. The ball stopped, hitting him right in the chest.

„For the love of God, finally!” exclaimed Cisco. „Have you calmed down, Harry?”

„Shut up, Ramon” Harry sputtered. He had trouble breathing, tears stung his eyes.

„Harry, are you alright?” asked Cisco, sensing that something was off with the grumpy scientist.

„Peachy” was the short sarcastic answer.

„Don’t worry Harry. She will be fine” Caitlin encouraged him.

„Oooh, so that’s the reason why my head is splitting into million pieces” draw the conclusion the engineer. „Mister Know-it-all finally saw the light” Cisco teased him.

„Ramon!” Harry growled.

„Harry, my friend, don’t you fear for Y/N, she’s tough as a nut.” Cisco tried to raise his hopes up.

„Attention all prisoners; great news, the cavalry has arrived.”

The Legends got the message from Felicity and came to the rescue. All the prisoners were out in no time; almost all of them went to fight with Nate against Metallo, except Harry. He had better things to do. He sprinted towards the workshop, to obtain a weapon prototype he and Cisco developed for similar situation. Right before he could reach the gun, Eobard cut his way.

„Well” Harry caught his breath. „Aren’t you a handsome devil?”

„Pretty popular with the ladies, huh?” Eobard smirked implying his hypothetical relationship with Y/N. Harry was smarter then to give into this pointless mind game. „Wells, you are in real danger now. But I’m going to make you a deal.” His smile grew wider with his every word. „I can spare your life, as a man of your superior intellect has a place in our new world. Of course, with one condition” he raised his index finger. „You have to give up on Y/N. You are a clever man; you already know that she feels what she does for you just because you look just like me. You are constantly reminding her of me and that’s the only thing why she would ever look at you. Her place is by my side. I’m the only one who can satisfy her needs. She has quite a temper, that little minx. She still loves me” His devilish smile was all over his face. It disgusted Harry to the core.

„Thank you… for the offer and information.” Harry nodded in appreciation before he looked up sternly and added „I’d rather die, than to let your liar ass torture her for the rest of her life.”

„Well that…” The speedster’s smile turned into a frown and his hand started vibrating. „That can be arranged.”

„Wait, wait!” Harry raised his arms in defense as the vibrating hand got dangerously close to his heart. „Wait. Think this through. If you kill me, she will never forgive you for that, ever. She will hate you more than she already does. And besides, who knows what consequences could cause the death of your doppelganger from another Earth.”

„You’re right.” He paused. „But there’s only one way to find out” he shook his head as he contemplated his action and advanced his weaponized hand towards Harry’s chest. But instead of coursing through his heart he was shocked by something, hand bouncing back in an instant.

„Yeah, so, I forgot to mention” Harry pointed arrogantly to his chest. „I went and loaded millions of biocompatible miniature robots into my body which were programmed to attack any foreign cells speeding into my system. Just face it, Thawne; you will never get her back.”

Eobard looked anxiously to the gun, then back to Harry’s face. He could easily outrun his shadow, but then he would complicate his mission. Harry winked at the evil speedster, lips curling into a cocky smile, and jumped towards the gun, but he was to slow, Eobard had already vanished.

 ~

 You were dragged away from the girls. You had no metapower left whatsoever to fight back, so you complied. Meanwhile the energy slowly started to rebuild in your system; it just needed some time to fully regenerate. You made a fool of yourself yet again, by thinking Eobard had changed. It was naïve of you to trust his words, because obviously you did believe him when he’d told you that he just wanted to come home to you. Once again you were fooled by his silver tongue, and once again he had thrown you away, like some liability.

„So how does this Nazi job paying you? Is it really worth it?” you asked, teasing the soldier beside you with a small smile, trying to cheer yourself up. No response, no reaction of any kind. „Let me go, little soldier. I promise I won’t rattle you out to the Fuhrer” you flashed your most convincing grin, but all in vain.

The muscles in your body were sore, but you figured that you could still beat the crap out of this disrespectful bastard. A loud bang came from the Cortex that was followed immediately by two another. This was your chance; you pulled your arm out of his grip and kicked him in the guts with all you physical strength. Your hands immediately clasped into his head and banged it against the wall as hard as you could manage. It did the trick so you were able to run away. You just took the right turn when you stumbled into a hard chest. Your body bounced back into a fighting position, just before you met the most beautiful ocean blue eyes you’ve ever seen.

„Y/N” Harry gasped before taking her into his arms. „I thought I’ve lost you.” He pulled you closer to his chest.

„Harry” you whispered his name taken aback by his heartfelt greeting.

It felt like your heart was about to jump out of your body, but at the same time a bitter sorrow filled it. You didn’t muster to look up to his face. Right now it would have been too haunting. Instead you stayed in his protective embrace, hiding your face from him. His body suddenly tensed which startled you. The first thing that crossed your mind was Eobard standing behind you. But then again, you wouldn’t be still standing surrounded by Harry’s warm arms if that was the truth.

„He’s back.” Your heart clenched, and you breathed in sharply. „I won’t let him hurt you.” With his right hand on your back and his left on your head, he hugged you tighter. „Not anymore.”

Finally when you looked up at him with teary eyes, there wasn’t a single thing on his features that reminded you of Eobard. It was simply Harry Wells with such loving glance that you melted into his body.

„Don’t worry, I will be alright” you raised your hand and stroked his faced.

„I will always worry for you” he admitted with a small smile.

„Why?” you urged him. You wanted him to say it out loud, to confirm that you aren’t hallucinating. This novel closeness felt surreal.

„Because I care about you, Y/N, a lot” Harry confessed and gently drew you into a sweet kiss. His lips were so soft and delicate; it made your heart flutter. „I…” his voice trembled. „I love you.”

„It was about time” shouted Cisco proudly, raising his hands as a ‘hallelujah’ motion, scaring you to death.

„Ramon” grunted Harry in annoyance, eyes darting deadly shots towards him.

„Sorry to interrupt you lovebirds, but we kinda got to go. You know, cause there’s a Nazi invasion going on and all that” he motioned a circle above his head.

 ~

 The whole team was reunited on the Waverider’s deck. Flash and the others came back from Earth-X, but they paid a huge price for it. Professor Stein had been severely injured and died shortly after they came back. You wanted to be left alone, to figure out your storming thoughts, so you searched for a quiet and secluded place.

The overwhelming feelings were driving you crazy. You were sure that you will lose your mind soon, if you don’t calm down. Your frustration came out as a loud groan.

„Why is life shitting with me?” you shouted into the thin air and buried your face into your hands.

It should have been one of the best days in your life, after all the two of you finally acknowledged your feelings for each other. Well almost. Because of Cisco’s interruption you totally forgot to say those three words back to him. Life wasn’t going to make it easy for you. Eobard’s return stirred up some suppressed emotions; you’ve missed him so damn much. You hated yourself for letting him under your skin. All you wanted was to be happy with Harry, without feeling constantly guilty about it. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard; you just had to keep in mind all the sadness that the speedster caused you. Remind yourself of all the sorrow and pain he made you endure. You crossed your legs, taking a meditating position and tried to clear him out of your mind and organism.

„Why the long face, darling?” The sudden presence of another human made you jump in your seat.

„Snart! But… how?” Leo smiled at your confused facial expression.

„I’m Leo Snart, from Earth-X.” He reached out with one hand and you shook hands. „Now tell me dear, what is it that’s bothering you so much?”

„Oh, it’s complicated” you let out a big sigh accompanied by a nervous grimace.

„The matters of the heart are always complicated” he looked at you with an odd, sympathetic smile. „Eventually the things fall in their right places, trust me. Now put a smile on that pretty face and let’s kick some Nazi asses.”

„Thanks, Leo” you cracked a smile back, grateful for his encouraging words.

 ~

 Harry was on the control deck with Cisco and the others. They were working on a plan to defeat the enemy but he wasn’t much of a help to them. He kept getting distracted by the earlier conversation with Y/N. He had just confessed his feelings in front of everyone to her, but she didn’t say anything back. Maybe it was because he kissed her out of the blue, or maybe it was because she didn’t felt the same way. And that’s why he couldn’t find her anywhere, because she was probably hiding from him.

Eobard’s words were ringing in his ears; “She still loves me” claimed the evil speedster. The insecurity irritated him, and when he got annoyed he usually threw stuff. He started pounding the wall nearby because of the lack of disposable objects. One thought would persistently come back to haunt him; what if she chooses that monster. “That can’t be possible, she is a rational woman. She would never go back to that bastard.”

„Harry, focus!” ordered Cisco after several minutes of calling him out.

„Not now, Ramon. I have to go” with that he was out of the room. He didn’t hear the end of Cisco’s indignant speech.

Harry was familiar with the tight relationship that was between Y/N and Eobard from the start. He knew that very well and still fell for her kind and gentle nature. Her friendship was a ray of happiness in his somber life. Even if he was just the second best thing; he would be okay with that as long as he could stay with her.

The scientist was roaming the halls, searching for Y/N. He needed to find her, to make sure she’s okay. He could only imagine how hard this could be for her after all she’d been through.

„Hey grumpy” heard a loving voice behind his back. He turned around to face Y/N.

„Who’s grumpy? I’m not grumpy” he shook his head in denial and huffed.

„Yeah, right” she waved her hand giggling.

„I will show you grumpy” he threatened and rushed towards to tickle her with a mischievous grin.

„Okay, okay” she gave herself up. „You win, but only this time” she laughed.

„I always get what I want” he smirked and attracted her into a kiss.

„If he finds out… He’ll kill you” she said in a shaky voice breaking the sugary kiss.

„He already knows. And still, here I am holding you in my arms, caressing your beautiful face and peppering it with little kisses.” He did as he said, her cheeks turning into a burning mess.

„I love you, Harry” she whispered between two kisses.

Part 5

[tommysparker]

24 and Counting

Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

A/N: Normally I try to keep my fics gender neutral but for smut like this I will be writing the reader as female, mainly because it’s just easier. If you want a male!reader smut feel free to request it. That being said, i am still a virgin and not very experienced so if this is bad, especially with how rushed the ending is, I’m sorry. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! :)

Warnings: smut, oral (m) receiving, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kiddos), hints of/implied sub!tom but not really, couple no-no words

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You stared at your reflection in the mirror, confidence radiating as the sunlight trickled in through the cracks in the curtain. 

Today was Tom’s birthday, and you wanted to do something special. Your fellow roommates had already planned out a party with his family and a few close friends. Thankfully the whole Covid situation was easing up and you could allow a couple people over without raising the curve too much. 

The party wasn’t till later into the day, however, so you decided to prepare your own gift for him, one you knew he would definitely cherish. 

Tom groaned lightly as he stirred awake, covering his eyes to avoid the light pulling him out of his sleep. He reached across the bed lazily, trying to pull you closer but froze when he only felt the bed sheets. “Y/n..?” He called out huskily. 

When the groggy voice reached your ears, you took one last glance at the mirror before smirking. It’s showtime. You strode to the foot of the bed, crawling on to the mattress slowly. 

Tom felt the bed dip and opened his eyes hesitantly, only to be met with the sight of your nude body and a little ribbon bow-tie in your hair. His body felt like it just got splashed with cold water with how awake he suddenly felt. Despite that, his brain was still lagging a bit. “What- I mean...huh?” He stumbled, eyes wandering widely as he took in your naked figure. 

“Happy birthday, my love,” You said sultry, hands rubbing the inside of his thighs as you lay between his legs. Lucky for you, it wasn’t uncommon for Tom to sleep naked, especially after the little pre-birthday celebration you and the boys had last night. You watched him, eyes full of adoration but smile dripping with mischief. 

Oh yeah, birthday. Right. That explains it. Tom thought to himself. He remembered how he woke you up on your birthday, only fair that you return the favour...or get revenge. He really hoped it was the former. 

“Y’know...I was planning on you waking up with your cock already down my throat,” You shrugged, hand inching closer and closer to his growing hard-on, “But you just looked so pretty I figured I’d let you sleep in a bit longer and let you wake up on your own time.” 

The birthday boy breathed heavily as he felt the bits of pressure against the head of his dick. He reached down to tangle his fingers in your hair, silently begging for more. “How kind of you, darling.” 

Your smile widened, pressing a feather-light kiss to the side of his cock and ghosting your lips up towards the tip. “So, 24 huh? Getting to be such a big boy now, Tommy. Suppose I should give you your present now?”

Tom nodded eagerly, hips bucking as your hand came in contact with this now-throbbing member. If there was one thing that drove him to the brink of insanity, it was those god-damn barely-there touches. Knowing this, you usually took full advantage of it. 

Dramatically sticking your tongue out, you flicked the edge of it against his head, emitting a small groan-mixed-whine from the boy in front of you. “Now, baby boy. Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m going to give you your special birthday licks, and you aren’t gonna cum until I’m finished. Understood?” 

Tom whined pitfully, but nodded nonetheless. You loved to tease him, and god have mercy that you wouldn’t prolong whatever you had planned. 

“Oh, and you also have to count each one. If you skip a number or mess up, that’s all you’re getting for this morning.” 

Well, fuck.

And so it began. Your hand cupping his balls as your mouth descended onto his cock. He was practically leaking already, and it took almost all of your will-power not to lick up every bead of pre-cum that dribbled down his shaft. You were planning on making this game last. 

The thing was, there would have been no issue until you told him he had to count. That was the cruelest thing you could do to a man, especially on his birthday. Tom is so responsive, his mind goes practically blank and is flooded with euphoria, so forcing him to actually use his brain instead of being able to lay back and fall into the warmth of pleasure was utter torture to him.

“O-one..” You heard him breathe out as you finally gave in and licked a strip up along the underside, following a small bit of pre-cum and revenge has never tasted so sweet. 

This continued on for what felt like hours to Tom, your mouth moving up and down on his cock, hand pumping in time and on occasion he would feel your tongue against his burning skin, and each time he nearly forgets to count the next number down. What’s next? Five? 15? He couldn’t tell anymore. All he could focus on was how fucking good your throat felt around him. 

You could tell he was about to lose it, the way his words jumbled together, abs twitching and the grip on your hair was a dead give away. Normally, you would’ve pushed his hand away but considering it was his birthday you let it slide. You found yourself finding it harder and harder to ignore the aching between your legs as you pleasured your lover. 

“Oh fuck...uh s-seventeen? No- eighteen? Shit...love please m’ gonna- m’ gonna cum- oh!” He cried out when you gave a rather harsh suck on his tip. He looked down at you with hooded eyes, back arching off the bed and he swore he saw stars. 

You eyed him closely while you licked your way down his cock, mouthing at his balls while your hand kept him stimulated. The sight of him falling apart at your touch would never get old. 

“L-Love, pleasepleaseplease, god- fuck, can I cum? Please, l-let me cum,” He begged desperately. He was at your complete mercy. “It’s my birthday, please.” 

You hummed thoughtfully, weighing the options in your head as you continued to tease your boyfriend. On one hand, you wanted him to pay for the relentless teasing he put you through on your birthday, but on the other you wanted more than anything to jump on his cock and ride him into oblivion. You decided on a third option, both. 

Tom’s brain barely registered how many times he felt your tongue hit his dick. The movement was swift, and he was so far gone in the cloud of lust he barely remembered the consequences of forgetting to keep track. “U-uh….n-nineteentwentytwenty-onetwenty-twotwenty-three,” He was so close. He could practically taste the sweet relief. “Oh god darling please just one more...one more baby please.” 

“You gonna cum baby boy? You wanna feel my tongue on your cock?” 

“Yes yesyesplease,” He continued pleading. Tears pricked at the edge of his eyes from how hard he was holding back his orgasm. You hummed, the vibrations triggering his nerves in all the right ways and he was so close. 

It amazed him how his body reacted to your touch. You played him like an instrument, pushing all the right spots to get him to moan out. You could read him like a picture book, and he wondered how someone so amazing as you could stand to be with someone like him. You were there for him through and through, and he adored you for it. 

But in moments like these, where he was right on the edge, he couldn’t hate you more. Of course, he doesn’t actually hate you, it was just the sexual frustration that was starting to take a toll. He was an impatient man, after all. 

You noticed right as you pulled away, rubbing his thighs while he squirmed and whimpered. You smirked, gripping his cock and bringing it up to your lips. Locking eyes with him, brown and desperate meeting dark with lust and mischievous, you stuck your tongue out and licked a final, long stripe up from his balls to his tip, swirling around his head before pulling away. 

Tom moaned, bucking up into the air. “Fuck...make me cum, darling come on please i-it’s starting to hurt.” That wasn’t a total lie, the builded pressure in his balls was starting to ache, but it was a good kind of ache, not that he would ever admit it. 

“You were so good, handsome. I think it’s time for the real gift,” you smiled as you straddled his waist, pumping his cock while you lined it up at your pussy. “Can you feel how wet I am for you?” 

He definitely could, you were practically dripping and all he wanted to do in that moment was bury his dick in your pussy as deep as he could. Turns out, you were gonna do that for him. 

You slowly sank down, giving yourself a moment to adjust. In that time slot, Tom lost all self-control he had and grabbed your face, smashing your lips onto his. A noise of surprise escaped your throat before reciprocating. 

Tom held your waist while you started moving on his cock, moaning as he felt your walls tighten around him. “Fuck, Y/n m’ not gonna last…” 

You hummed in response, kissing his neck and increasing the intensity of your actions. “Give it to me, birthday boy.” 

With that, Tom flipped you over and started pounding into you, chasing his release. He buries his face in your neck, leaving chaste kisses and moaning freely against your skin. He felt your nails dig into his shoulders, hot scratches trailing down his back as he thrusted harder. 

You were a moaning mess beneath him, a small cry passing your lips every time he hit that spot. It didn’t take long for him to release a final moan before cumming, triggering your own orgasm. 

Tom pulled out carefully once you both finished, dropping onto the bed and panting heavily. “Best. Present. Ever.” He grinned at the ceiling, turning his head to look at you. 

You were already gazing at him, taking in his post-sex look and dear god it was gorgeous. “Happy birthday, Tommy.” You smiled, cupping his cheek with one hand and pulling him in for a light kiss before getting up. 

“Hey where are you going?” 

“To shower. You coming?” 

You were going to be the death of him, and he loved you for it. 

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Happy Birthday Tom Holland!!

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[muertawrites]

Two Halves - Chapter Six (Zuko x Reader)

Part Five

Word Count: 2,100

Author’s Note: Wow it’s been a clusterfuck this week. I’ve been exhausted and unable to concentrate for the past few days, and then today when I tried to release this chapter for patrons it turned out that all of Cloudflare was down, so something like 12 million sites worldwide were just completely unreachable. I plan to force myself into going to bed early tonight so I can actually get myself back on track and be productive over the weekend (I have two requests I want to publish so they don’t get pushed back into all my ideas for next month, and I also want to look into other ad providers outside of Adsense so I can start saving up money for my eventual move out of the country). I promise that next week will be less of a bummer chapter. Here’s hoping sometime we’ll actually catch a fookin break, m8. 

~ Muerta

You stand in the portrait hall, awaiting its newest addition with Rina; she grips your arm, clapping giddily as the towering scroll unfurls to reveal the painted image of you and Zuko beside one another. 

In it, you're seated to his left side, mirroring the generations of other wedding portraits that line the massive hall; what's different is not only the color and style of your robes, but the fact that Zuko’s hand rests on your shoulder, yours clasped firmly within it. When he did so, the royal historian who was present instructed that the Firelord and lady were never depicted touching one another - you'd placed your hand over his in a unified stance of defiance. You'd also been asked to remove your betrothal necklace for the portrait, and had told the historian in a few choice words exactly why it would be staying on; you still feel the rush in your veins of hearing Zuko mumble “that's my girl” under his breath.

“Oh, it's gorgeous!” Rina exclaims, bouncing excitedly on her toes. “The Firelord looks so handsome in a Water Tribe silhouette; I'm so glad you did this!”

You laugh, hugging her by the arm that's hooked with your own and unable to deny the fact that the Southern style tunic you had the seamstress make for him does provide a nice view of his body, highlighting more of his broad shoulders and sturdy midriff than the billow of traditional Fire Nation robes. It also pairs well with his chest plate, making him look every part the skilled warrior he is instead of some aristocratic monarch ruling only by privilege. Beside him, his fingers locked between yours, your gaze steely and knowing behind layers of ink, you look like a weapon instead of just a wife; you start to think there might be much more reason Hakoda arranged your alliance with Zuko than just forming a concrete tie between your nations. 

“My lady,” one of the palace messengers addresses you, bowing respectfully as he approaches. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but Advisors Sung and Qiang request an audience with you in their offices.” 

You and Rina look between each other, Rina’s eyebrows raised in confusion. 

“Just me?” you ask. “Should I also send for the Firelord?” 

“No, your majesty,” the messenger says. “The councilmen asked that only you be sent for.” 

You nod, bowing to the messenger in thanks before taking Rina’s arm once more, walking in pace with her to the administrative wing of the palace. 

“They’re sure to send me out of the room,” Rina tells you, speaking in a hushed, conspiratorial tone. “I’m unsure about Advisor Sung, but Qiang has never trusted servants with any kind of information; he used to work information security under Firelord Ozai until he defected after Prince Zuko’s banishment.” 

“If he won’t allow you in the room, you’ll wait at the door,” you state. “Whether he likes it or not, I still have more power than he does.” 

When you arrive at the international affairs office, Qiang and Sung are seated around a small table, primed in wait for you. You make a point of not bowing in return when they do so upon your announcement, instead choosing to simply nod in greeting. Sung smiles at you in his polite, pleasant way as you sit, while Qiang eyes you with a cold, almost uncertain stare. 

“My lady,” Sung welcomes you, “I apologize for bringing you here on such short notice, but there are urgent matters that must be discussed. As you know, Advisor Qiang has taken the liberty of guiding me as I adjust to my new position as the head of international affairs, and we’ve been mulling over the matter of your wedding portrait for the past few days.” 

“More specifically,” Qiang interjects, “we’ve been discussing the stunt you pulled in deciding your wardrobe. Many people across the Fire Nation are not pleased to see their Firelord in Water Tribe garments.” 

“It was simply a tunic,” you calmly defend yourself. “The only other change was to the color. Has anyone taken issue with the fact that I wore a Water Tribe dress under a Fire Nation robe?” 

You glance between the two men, expecting the question to be entirely rhetorical - you know the answer already, but as you guessed, they’re either too cowardly or too correct to say it aloud. 

“We understand your intentions,” Sung replies after a beat, “but we’re uncertain the execution of your ideas is as tactful as it should be; I know I needn’t remind you that we’re still living in very unstable times as of the end of the war.” 

“I understand your concern, but I don’t think the nature of our mixed heritage is the most pressing issue at hand,” you say. “The world experienced a century of cruelty under Fire Nation imperialism - it’s important that we reform our militant image in every way we can. Dressing me like a traditional Firelady when I very clearly am not one would have upset far more people than just our citizens.”

“The Fire Nation is still very powerful,” Advisor Qiang argues, “even with the abolition of many of the Earth Kingdom colonies. Upsetting our people could have consequences that reach beyond the mainland’s borders.” 

His words are spat at you almost like a threat. You tilt your chin a little higher, meeting his gaze without faltering. 

“What do you suggest, then?” you ask. 

“We want to keep watch on you,” Qiang tells you. “Our aids will accompany you as you gain more freedom from the Firelord and guide you to ensure that your actions reflect the image the nation wants to see from their leader.” 

“This sounds like something Advisor Yong should oversee,” you evenly contest. “I'm certain my husband would like to have his say, as well.” 

“We simply wanted to present the idea to you,” Advisor Sung cuts in. “We thought it might give you more peace of mind to have someone beside you; teach you how to properly present yourself to the people of the Fire Nation.” 

“You can send your aids to keep tabs on me,” you reply, “but I am still your superior. Firelord Zuko has been more than an adequate mentor. I don't need another one.” 

“Do you suggest we have you answer to the Firelord on our behalf, then?” Advisor Qiang asks, sounding skeptical. 

“I'm stating that I don't answer to anyone,” you respond. “Zuko is my equal. You're the one born and raised in the Fire Nation - you should understand that better than anyone.” 

Qiang fixes you with the chilled, empty glare you noticed your first day in the council’s meeting chambers. You keep your own expression blank, refusing to avert your eyes from their lock on his. 

“My lady,” Advisor Sung addresses you, “I promise you, we mean no offense. We truly have your best intentions at heart; we understand that the culture of the Fire Nation is very different from that of the Southern Water Tribe, and only want to keep you safe in the wake of Advisor Fen’s passing. We believe taking extra care in how you interact with our people is the only way to move forward.” 

“Alright,” you say, standing abruptly. “I'd like some hands-on training, then. I need fabric to build my wardrobe with, and want to explore my new home. Gather your aids - I’m taking them to the market.” 

To say that people are shocked to see the Firelady out amongst common folk is an understatement. 

You travel in a rather large group, flanked not only by Rina, Iroh, and Toph, but three of Qiang and Sung’s aids and a small army of royal guards. People flee when you approach, some of them going as far as to fall to their knees before you, bowing out of fear; each time, you offer your hand and help them back to their feet, explaining that you're only out to do some shopping. Once more onlookers notice your kind, gentle handling of those who cross your path, panic turns to interest, many people staring at you as you pass or calling out to you, saying hello; a little girl manages to get past the guards, scurrying out of her father’s flower shop and through their legs, stopping in front of you with an adorably clumsy bow to present you with a dandelion she picked from between the cracks in the cobblestone street. 

“Why, thank you!” you exclaim, daintily taking the flower from her chubby little hand and bowing in return. “It's very beautiful, just like you.”

You twist the dandelion into your hair before walking the girl back to her father, who apologizes and thanks you profusely; you assure him it's no trouble. 

“How very touching,” Iroh says to you once you continue on your way. “I wonder what the aids will tell their superiors.” 

You huff, smirking at him out of the corner of your eye. 

“Probably that I don't inspire enough fear,” you mock. “I thought the dictatorship ended when my dear father-in-law was thrown in prison.” 

“The memories of his reign are still very fresh,” Iroh explains. “A brute hand is all much of the Fire Nation knows in a leader; it is hard to bring change.” 

“I still don't like our little entourage,” Toph remarks, loud enough that the men trailing you can certainly hear. “Aang never travels with guards, and he's got a way bigger target on his head than you do.” 

“Yeah, but he can also bend everything,” you remind her. “I've never even held a spear.” 

“I'm blind and I still kick hella ass,” Toph replies. “You don't have an excuse.”

You roll your eyes, grinning as you shove her sideways so she stumbles; she laughs, coming back at you with a hard punch to the boob and blowing a raspberry into your face. You can't help but cackle, taking her into a headlock and scruffing up her hair. 

“My lady,” one of the aids pipes up, her nose wrinkled in disdain, “this isn't proper etiquette for a Fire Nation queen.” 

“Oh, spirits forbid anybody be human,” Toph groans. “The war is over and this is a leisure trip. People have to get used to the Firelady acting like a person instead of a government puppet.” 

Rina takes hold of your arm, leaning in close to your ear. 

“I like her,” she whispers. “Can we ask her to stay?” 

You laugh, shaking your head.

“I wish,” you mumble back, “but Toph sort of just does what she wants.” 

You choose a small, cozy-looking shop to buy fabrics from, everyone in the group (save for the aids and guards, who have no choice but to wait outside) making easy, pleasant conversation with the owners; they're a relatively young couple from Omashu, who came to the Fire Nation after the war to trade fabrics that weren't widely available in either country, wanting to bring more options to each place. Their shop is filled with soft cottons and delicately embroidered patterns, many laced with shimmering metals and gems only found in the Earth Kingdom; you purchase a few yards of almost everything, leaving them a contact to the palace so that they can come and discuss expanding their trade routes. Everyone is pleased except for the aids, who look on with disapproving glares.  

When you return to the palace, you find not only Zuko awaiting you, but Qiang and Sung as well; you hardly acknowledge the two councilmen, instead going straight to Zuko’s side. 

“Rina sent me a message about your meeting this morning,” he murmurs. “I told Advisor Yong, too. They should have come to both of us.” 

You nod, taking him by the arm and leading him away from the larger group, out into an open corridor surrounding a courtyard that sits off the entrance hall of the palace’s administrative wing. 

“There has to be something we can do, right?” you wonder. “We’re above them. We have the final say in everything.” 

Zuko sighs, taking your hands within his and holding you close to him, chests pressed together. 

“We’re supposed to,” he says. “But my grandfather taught my father and sister how to manipulate their way into power. Lots of other government officials learned it, too, and it hasn’t completely gone away.” 

Advisor Qiang passes through on the other side of the courtyard, eyeing you with his signature frigid gaze as Advisor Sung and the aids trail behind him. You look away from him, focusing only on Zuko. 

“We have to keep the people on our side,” you murmur. “The government may be able to manipulate itself into submission, but they're no match for everyone else. The world beat them once - we can beat them again.” 

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A3! Winter Troupe Yandere Headcanons

(No Guy because I’m only playing the English version and don’t have a good grasp of his character yet)

((Written as if they’re dating the reader!!))

Tsumugi Tsukioka

You two are close, and he genuinely wanted to be…closer to you. It was sweet, really.

When you agreed to date him he thought it was too good to be true – most people would prefer his childhood friend Tasuku, wouldn’t they? Or basically anyone else but him. So he just needed to…ensure that your relationship would last.

Like his subtle and delicate acting style, you don’t realize it happening until you’re in too deep.

Looking back, it all started when he would gift you with flowers. It was cute at first… him giving them to you in person, pressed flowers sent to you through the mail, flowers on your doorstep…until they started showing up in various spots in your securely locked bedroom.

You’re confused and terrified, because what happened to the gentle flower boy that you’ve gotten to know?

Sometimes you can’t believe it either and you question yourself if you’re reading him right. ((obviously this boy’s background in psychology has made him a master of mind games))

You try to tell his troupe members but they usually just end up looking at you funny. Their shy and gentle leader? Really?

He hates himself a little more every time he ends up hurting you, apologizing endlessly, trying to explain why he ‘blows up’.

He would never physically hurt you, though. If you’re being particularly resistant, however, he will use his expertise of flora to his advantage ((no one takes particular notice when Tsumugi’s garden suddenly has more hydrangeas*))

He is a romantic at heart, though, so if you let him have his way he will spoil you rotten. *Hydrangeas can cause symptoms like lethargy, coma, etc. if ingested

Tasuku Takato

Despite his past relationships, Tasuku is quite insecure when it comes to dating.

Sure, he may be the definition of “tall, dark, and handsome” with his looks, height, and stature but his stoic demeanor coupled with him being a poor conversationalist and overall socially awkward man made him worried that you would leave him.

Even from the start, your dates were always private, with no one ever around. A romantic dinner at home, a picnic in a secluded place in the park, long walks along the beach with your arm firmly linked with his. You just chalked it up to him not wanting to be showy about your relationship, but you later realized he simply didn’t want to take the chance of you getting away.

His tendencies are rarely ever noticed by others ((probably due to his top-notch acting skills)), but whenever someone calls him out on his behavior, he shrugs them off, claiming he’s just getting too into a role like usual; and that’s what it is to him essentially – he’s playing the role of your boyfriend.

Azuma Yukishiro

Hooooo boy. This boy has abandonment issues that run deep. You bet your ass that it translates to his romantic relationships.

And can you blame him? When he opened up to you about his past, you told him that you would never abandon him. He’s just helping you keep your promise. And when it seems like you’re going to break your promise? He has a lot of baggage that will be placed on you at every available opportunity, whether to guilt you into staying with him or to justify his actions.

He’s fully aware of his behavior and doesn’t care – he hates it when you don’t give him enough attention.

He’s very affectionate, which wouldn’t be out of the norm, given his personality, but he makes it a point to mark you with hickeys for everyone to see. He gets mad when you attempt to cover them up and punishes you with even more aggressive marks.

He loves feeling you in his arms and gets so cuddly that he will outright refuse to let go of you, going to lengths so that you can’t leave the bed. He can and will tie you up if needed.

If he wakes up without you in his arms he has a full-on freakout, not resting until he finds you.

He’s a big tease. He lives to see your cheeks turn a beautiful shade of red! But if someone else would cause that reaction? Oh no, no, no, this won’t do. Due to his unique profession, Azuma has many many contacts for him to use at his disposal. Interpret that as you will.

Same thing goes if you manage to get away. He has contacts all over; finding you again would be a cinch.

It’s because of this that he’s quite lenient with your freedom. He always knows what you’re doing, with who, and where.

Of course, if you go what he deems as too far, you have to face the consequences once you’re back in his arms.

Hisoka Mikage

When you first started your relationships you were pretty lenient with his acts; he’s experiencing memory loss, surely he’s allowed a few quirks?

In the back of his mind he knows his feelings aren’t exactly normal but he’s grown so reliant on you – you’re one of the few people that accept him despite his hazy past.

A very clingy boy. Very touch-starved. Since he’s unfamiliar with his past, he has few other people that he can hang out with freely. When he’s with you, everything just fades away.

Sleeps much better with you despite the fact that he looks tired all the time.

If he wakes up without you anywhere within the vicinity, he is livid, and will absolutely not rest until he finds you. Wrangles the rest of his troupe into helping him find you.

You literally cannot go anywhere without him. Mornings are always spent trying to get the both of you out of bed. Staying up, pulling an all-nighter? He’s snoozing away on your lap. Going to the grocery? He can multitask. Glomps you from behind, walking with you as he rests his head on your shoulder.

Is possessive on a regular basis but if someone dares to sleep on your lap? His exclusive pillow? That just won’t do.

When he sleeps in your lap, you forget the situation momentarily as he murmurs his love for you in his sleep. You can’t help but run your fingers through his hair.

Homare Arisugawa

What makes you so precious to him is that you make him feel less like a cyborg.

He’s not sure about what’s happening at the beginning. He loves spending time with you and is sad when you leave. He’s confused by the intense rage he feels when someone else takes up your time. When he finally starts to get a grasp of the situation, well… this is the first time he’s able to understand his emotions and he’ll be damned if he’ll let anyone take that – you – away from him.

Much like his normal personality, he is definitely the eccentric type.

He is very good at hiding his obsessive and possessive tendencies behind his typical unusual behavior, but if you review things meticulously, it’s obvious that some things just seem too off.

You are his muse. He wants everyone to know it. The guys at the dorm aren’t going to hear the end of it.

He can and most certainly will brag about how he managed to woo you. He wants to show you off but make sure that no one gets too close or gets any ideas about you. You are his perfect muse, after all, so if you did something wrong, it wasn’t your fault – it must have been caused by some outside force that he needs to take care of.

There will be times when he just barges into your room, a new poem at ready. There is no stopping him.

Sanguine euphoria. Swear to love only me. It was only phantasmagoria. That wasn’t really blood that you had seen. Don’t look at anyone else. I will only look at you, So only look at me, okay? Your heart belongs to me, and only me. You’re absolutely mine.

No one believes you about his tendencies. They brush it off as him being his eccentric self, and if it’s so bad, why don’t you just break up with him? No one would blame you – his quirks can be a bit much at times.

If only it were that simple.

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Stormy Weather || Thor x Reader

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‘Would you want to do a Thor x Reader where the reader and Thor are spending the day together in Thor’s place and the reader has to leave to do some work for Cap or Tony but Thor causes a thunderstorm so that she doesn’t leave because he knows how much she hates getting wet (she doesn’t mind though!)’ A/N: I didn’t know whether you meant Thor’s place as in his own house or living in the Avengers tower, but I’m going to set it after Civil War, (we saw Thor looking for different roommates and lets say he managed to find a place of his own. Also mentions of siding with Steve in Civil War soz if you didn’t but I feel like Thor would have sided with Steve.) and just ignore the fact it might not totally fit into the timeline of the movies but hEy I did my best I’m still struggling to accept Infinity War even though Endgame is in like two weeks.  Also sorry if this is too short, I’m trying to overcome writer’s block!

 “You know, when you said you had your own place, I never expected it to look this good.” You said absentmindedly, leaning against Thor as you watched the TV together. Thor chuckled, and you felt it rumble through his entire being – his loud, booming voice was not restricted to speaking, it radiated from his entire being.

“I’ll take that as a compliment, considering my taste in decoration seems to have exceeded your expectations.” Thor grinned at you, moving his arm so that it rested on your shoulders, eyes not leaving the screen infront of the two of you. You smiled at him, eyes resting on the world outside one of Thor’s windows. It was a relatively normal day: the sun was shining, and there were only a few clouds in the sky, or so you could see from your limited point of view. You could hear the world moving as normal around you, the occasional car horn standing out amongst the usual bustle that was the citizens of America.  “I appreciate you taking the time out of your week to come and visit me, Y/N.” Thor’s voice broke you out of your train of thought, and you turned your head back to him.

“It wasn’t any trouble at all, Thor.” You grinned at him. “I’d much rather be here spending time with you than out fighting bad guys and putting my life on the line, which by the way,” You paused, shifting around on the sofa, sitting up straighter. “Is a lot more tiring when you aren’t a god or a super-soldier who doesn’t feel like they might collapse after a few hours of fighting.” You pouted as Thor let out a laugh at your rant.

“You make a good point Y/N, it is certainly much more enjoyable to spend time with someone as ruggedly handsome as me, who would obviously never let anything bad happen to a mortal such as yourself, and is much more experienced and trained in combat than our fellow Avengers.” Thor said, puffing out his chest physically, and also somehow expressing the same vibe when speaking. Loki’s energy has really been rubbing off on him, you thought to yourself as you shook your head, smiling. You found yourself doing that a lot more these days, especially when you were around Thor. He just seemed to have that effect on you, often reducing you to a giggling mess.

“It’s certainly nice to know that I’m appreciated for something other than my combat skills and for actually being a decent human being.” You resumed your position of resting against Thor. It was peaceful moments like this where you forgot that Thor was a god, and heir to the throne of Asgard. He felt normal to you, sure he was a little naïve when it came to realising how this world worked, but he was a genuinely kind and gentle person. You’d watched him grow as a person since you first met him when the Avengers initiative was finalised and launched, maturing over the years and realising that the Avengers never saw him as a Prince, but as one of their own and a relatively normal person. You’d also seen him grow as a so called ‘superhero’, growing used to handling his power in different ways and saving the world multiple times. When you heard about how he saved the world against the Dark Elves you couldn’t believe that it was Thor who had done it. Well, you could believe it but a few years ago, the Thor that you knew then wouldn’t have risked so much to save your world.

And hey, if in the time you’d known Thor you’d developed a slight crush on him, who was to judge you? And more importantly, who was to know? You’d never told anyone how you felt towards Thor, although the only person who you thought would know anything about your emotions and what went on inside your head was Wanda, as you’d felt the extent of her powers when you all first encountered her and her brother. The battle of Ultron really gave you some time to reflect on whether you wanted to remain a member of the Avengers, and unsurprisingly, it had been Thor who had reasoned with you and asked you to stay. But then not too soon after you’d made your decision, he’d told you all in one last meeting with some newer recruits that he had to leave to return to Asgard, and to explore parts of the universe to recover things he called ‘infinity stones’. That had almost broken you, losing one of the people you cared most about in the world – well, worlds. So while you’d stayed with the Avengers back on earth, and fought off more bad guys than you could count, there had always been a Thor-shaped hole in your heart, and for a while it had been hard not seeing him every day around the new compound, but you’d made friends with the newer members; Sam, Wanda and Vision.

Then, the Avengers split up. They straight up, boy-band, split up. Like how the Beatles split up, and how One Direction (it still hurts) split up. You’d sided with Steve and met up with Clint again and a new guy called Scott Lang. You’d never felt worse when facing your old team-mates, but you wouldn’t be free if you sided with Tony and signed that damn agreement. It might even have prevented Thor from re-joining the group when he came back. It wasn’t a proper fight – nobody wanted to seriously hurt anyone else, (except maybe T’Challa when it came to fighting Bucky) and when Steve and Bucky made it away from Tony and the reason that the fight had started, the rest of the team had to face the consequences of their actions. That had to have been one of the worst moments of your life, the time you all spent in those cells. It hadn’t helped when Tony came by to visit, and even when he tried to help, you still weren’t sure about him anymore. He’d changed.

Fast forward a few weeks, and you found yourself on the run from the government, accompanied by Steve, Sam and Natasha. You travelled from hotel to hotel, never using the same name when booking rooms, and you and Natasha had had to dye your hair to try and keep your real identities secret. Hey, it had worked so far. You’d run into Thor a couple of weeks ago in a library, and almost had a heart attack upon seeing him. He hadn’t recognised you at first, but as soon as you spoke his face had lit up, and he’d pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. You’d explained your situation to him, and while he seemed to think that the whole event was completely ridiculous and simultaneously offended that you hadn’t thought to invite him along to the fight, he appreciated that you had to lie low for a while, so the two of you couldn’t meet up in public.

So, today was the first day in a long time that you had been able to truly relax, and you immediately got in contact with Thor, because if anyone can make you feel relaxed and safe, Thor can. Bringing yourself out of your memories, you saw that the movie you two had been half-heartedly watching had ended, and the credits were rolling. Without speaking, you reached over Thor, picking up the remote and clicking through the vast selection of movies that Netflix supplied, and once finding a movie the two of you wanted, you pressed play, and set the remote on the coffee table infront of you, and resumed your position against Thor.

“Thanks for letting me stay here today.” You said quietly, only half-focusing on the movie, half-focusing on the literal god sitting next to you. Thor’s hand shifted from resting on your shoulder, and brushed a few shorter strands of hair away from your face, and gently ran his fingers through your hair in a soothing motion. He didn’t reply, simply letting out a long breath, acknowledging your thanks silently. You abandoned trying to focus on the TV, and let your eyes roam over Thor, from his long, blonde hair down to Mjolnir, which was resting on the sofa on the other side of Thor. As you gazed at him, you felt your cheeks flush, as your emotions decided that now would be a great time to express your affections towards Thor.

As if you had spoken aloud, Thor turned his head to look at you, and his gaze softened as his eyes roamed over your face. “You know, my father used to tell me that humans were ugly beings, and were never worth our time.” Thor rumbled, and you sat up abruptly, eyebrows raised, feeling rather offended. I mean sure, you weren’t the prettiest and most good-looking person in the world but now that’s just plain rude. Realising what he said might have come off a bit too harsh and not at all like it had sounded in his head, Thor hurried to correct himself. “And while I did believe him when I was younger, my personal opinions have changed quite drastically.” He shifted, pulling you closer. “You changed my mind, Y/N.” His usual smile graced his features, and for you, it lit up the whole room. “I’ve never met anyone so beautiful, and if I could, I would give you all of my free time, because you are worth all the time in the world.” During his speech, the distance between the two of you had lessened.

“Thor,” You breathed, face even redder than before. “I-I don’t…” You couldn’t find the words to express your reaction to his words, but he seemed to understand what you meant. He rested one of his large hands on your cheek, tilting your head up and simultaneously leaning down towards you. You were so close that if you leant forwards the slightest bit, the two of you would be kissing, and lord knows when you’d stop.

Just as you were about to close the gap between the both of you, your phone decided to say a big ‘fuck you’ and let out the harsh sound of your ringtone. You stayed where you were for a few seconds, and when your phone didn’t stop ringing, you let out a loud groan of annoyance, and heaved yourself off the sofa, grabbing your phone.

“Hello?” You answered, a bit more rudely than you probably should have, considering you didn’t check who had called you.

“Y/N? Is this a bad time?” Steve’s voice rang through the phone and you mentally hit yourself multiple times. “Only something’s come up, and if you aren’t busy we could really use your help.”

“Oh…no, its not a bad time at all,” You answered sheepishly, on full alert now. “I’m…” You looked around at Thor, who was watching you with an affectionate expression plastered across his face. “Hanging out with a friend, what’s up? Let me know where you are and I can probably come and find you guys.” You mouthed ‘It’s Steve, I have to go.” at Thor, hopping around ungracefully on one foot as you struggled to pull your shoe on. Thor frowned slightly, and turned to look outside. You followed his gaze, and no sooner than you did, the bright blue sky began to turn a dark grey, and the rumble of thunder echoed across the sky. You sighed as Thor turned around again, a cheeky twinkle in his eyes as you bit your lip. “Actually, Steve, it’s not looking too great out there and I don’t want to risk getting in an accident trying to get to you guys…and you know I have a thing about getting wet.” Steve sighed on the other end of the phone, but didn’t seem too bothered about you not coming, and you hung up the phone.

“Thor, that could have been an important mission…” You reprimanded half-heartedly, because who could be truly mad at Thor?

“If it was that important, you would have left anyways.” Thor said truthfully, and you knew he was right. Besides, you weren’t complaining that you got to spend an extra few hours with him. You grinned, pulling off the one shoe you’d managed to get on correctly, and resumed your position on the sofa next to him, and you felt your heart flutter as he placed one of his arms around you once more.

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Void - Part 3 (M)

title banner by @jiminiethot♡

Genre: Sci-fi with a little angst and a LOT of smut

Pairing: BTS x Reader (yup - all seven)

Summary: You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, y’all.

Word Count: 13.1k

Part 3 / ?

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: explicit sexual content, oral sex, slight degradation, gratuitous space science

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“Let’s give it to Jimin.” The idea hangs in the air of the workshop, which is becoming colder as the steaminess of your previous activities ebbs. You shiver as you sit naked on Yoongi’s workbench, waiting for him to finish gathering up your clothes.

Yoongi nods and bites his lip. “I’m sure he’ll enjoy it.”

“Is that okay?” you ask as you climb down. Yoongi was in the video too, though only his voice.

“Yeah…” He shrugs as he hands you the pile of clothes he gathered from the floor. “I suppose that was the point.”

“Yeah.” You turn away from him as you put your clothes back on. The back of the camera clicks open as you finish zipping up your jumpsuit.

When you turn back around, he’s holding out the memory card to you.

“Thanks.” You pick up the little slip of plastic that holds all of your evening’s illicit activities and tuck it into your breast pocket. A little thrill runs through you as you imagine what Jimin will think of it.  “I should get the camera back to storage before the gravity shuts down.” You hold out your hand for the camera.

“I can return it if you want,” Yoongi offers. “I’ll just clean up a bit in here and then put the camera away.”

It would be nice to head back to your pod and get some sleep. “Thanks,” you reply, covering your mouth as you yawn.

He nods, setting down the camera and folding up the cloth he had used to cover the bench.

“I guess I’ll head back to my pod then.” You don’t have any other excuse to stay here. You are shuffling toward the exit when Yoongi calls your name. You pause, hand on the door handle.

“I disabled the door. Hang on.” He sets down the cloth and joins you at the door, fishing into the wall for the wires he disconnected.

There is an awkward silence as you wait for him to connect the correct wires. The mechanical whirring of the the air circulator gets louder in preparation for the shift to zero-g.

“So, uh,” Yoongi says as he tugs some wires out of the hole where the control panel should go. “What happens now?”

“What do you mean ‘what happens now?’” You rock up and down on the balls of your feet. “I’m going to give the tape to Jimin.”

“No, I meant with us.” He coughs into his fist, avoiding eye contact.

“Us?” The word hangs in the air, full of implication. It catches you off guard. Yoongi’s been so nonchalant about everything up until this point, it never occured to you that he would want an “us”.

“Shit,” Yoongi mutters. “Don’t make it sound like that.”

“Sound like what?”

“Like I’m asking you to go steady or something.” He laughs awkwardly. “It’s just…” he pauses, tugging on his ear. “It was fun. It’d be a shame if it never happened again.”

You frown at the still closed door, willing it to open.  It can’t happen again. What excuse would you have for it to happen again?  You need to escape long enough to come up with a better response.

Yoongi looks down at the floor and fidgets with his hair. “Or something,” he mutters.

“Yoongi,” you sigh. A frown flits over his face then disappears. “I don’t think it can happen again.”

“Fuck,” he sighs. “Ten years.” His eyes are full of disappointment when he meets your gaze. “Ten fucking years.”

God, you are such a selfish idiot. Your crew members must be experiencing the same blind desperation. You’ve been viewing your colleagues as tortuous temptations rather than people with their own needs. But they must feel the same aching loneliness as you.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, but it’s not enough. You used him. You used him for your own selfish purposes, with no plan for what would happen next.  

The door opens as Yoongi reconnects the correct wires. You give him a sad half-smile of apology before you flee into the hallway, desperate to get back to the safety of your solitary sleep pod.

Your regret builds as you get farther from the workshop. Regret for engaging in this flirtation with your flight engineer, regret for involving him in your problems with Jimin, regret for holding out the idea of sex to him with no plan for what would happen next, regret for not kissing him when you had the chance.

Your gut-twisting remorse is such a rapid shift of emotions from the orgasmic high you felt minutes ago. Tears well in your eyes, but you manage to breathe through the urge to cry. It’s a dumb overreaction. You curse yourself for being so hormonal as you search for your personal headphones. You find them in the bottom of your sleeping bag and cue up your Sounds of Earth.

The rainstorm in your headphones is a fitting background for your turbulent mood as you fight to get a grip.  Your chest aches and the knot in your throat is making it hard to breathe. You’re not thinking rationally, adrenaline and hormones clouding your judgement.

You wish you could go outside. Just for a walk. Just to see something you haven’t seen before. Just to feel the breeze on your face and hear the sounds of the outdoors.

But there is no breeze in the void of space. The only sound you can hear is your own blood boiling in your ears.

You take a deep breath, just as you did in crisis training scenarios on Earth. The air is suffocating. There were no new air molecules, only those you had brought from Earth. You count a full one, two, three, four seconds of inhale.You try to ignore the fact that you have breathed these same air molecules a thousand times before. You count a full one, two, three, four seconds of exhale, and feel your heart rate decrease, easing the tension in your chest. Crying is not going to help you right now.

Work the problem.

You are tired and emotional. The hormones from your encounter with Yoongi are inhibiting your ability to think clearly. You need sleep and you need time. The best thing you can do right now is to go to bed. The problem can be solved in the morning. You keep counting your breaths in and out in four second increments until you fall asleep.

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You wake up the next morning as the artificial gravity turns back on. As the weight returns to your feet, the weight of your actions last night returns as well.

Your eyes are puffy and tender, but everything feels easier to deal with after some sleep. You turn to the ICSE problem-solving protocol, drilled into you with years of training.

Step One: Define the problem.

You have several problems: Yoongi’s desire for a repeat of last night’s performance, Jimin’s continued awkwardness toward you, and the question of what to do with your newly minted pornographic video. Protocol says to take one at a time. Yoongi seems like the most pressing issue.

Step Two: Determine objectives.

This one is easy. Your objective is always the mission. Make it to Europa and back in one piece with the whole crew intact and all research tasks complete. Anything that distracts from that is a problem.

Step Three: Generate an array of alternative solutions.

Option One - you repeat what happened last night. Option Two - you start fucking Yoongi. Option Three - you make it clear it was a one-time event and revert to the way things have always been.

Step Four: Evaluate the possible consequences of each.

If you repeat what happened last night, there’s no way you could stop yourself from fucking him. You barely made it through last night. If it was an ongoing occurrence, it would be pointless to resist. Option one is the same as option two then. So what if you gave in to what you both want and fucked him?

God, you wanted it so badly. The look in his eyes as he watched you and stroked himself still makes your core clenche. If you did fuck him, that wouldn’t be a one time thing either. If you let yourself have it once, you would want it all the time. You’d end up begging to do it again and again.

But what then? Would you be dating? Space fuck buddies? You can’t ever get away from each other. There’s no casual dating scenario here. You live together and work together already. If you were fucking too, you’d basically be married. But you weren’t in love with Yoongi. You just wanted to fuck him.

So if you did start sleeping with him, either you continue for the next ten years or you break up. Both scenarios involve heavy emotional commitments that would surely distract from the mission.

Plus there are the feelings of the rest of the crew to consider. Even if they didn’t want you sexually, certainly they would be upset with you and Yoongi parading your sex-having ways in front of them. Years of loneliness make people behave in strange ways.

Option three - you end it before it begins. You and Yoongi are sad and disappointed for a while, but you get past it. You can continue the mission without the emotional complications of being involved with him.

Step Five: Choose a course of action

Clearly option three was the best for the mission, even if temporarily disappointing. You’re going to have to draw the line here. It’s the last place you can.

Step Six: Plan the implementation

You fish the memory card out of your breast pocket. What were you going to do with this?

You run through your protocol again briefly. Options? You give it to Jimin, you keep it for yourself, or you delete it. Possible consequences? Perhaps Jimin would consider it as the friendly bridge-building gesture you meant it to be, but given how Yoongi responded, it seemed much more likely Jimin would either be jealous of Yoongi, assume you and Yoongi are already fucking, or assume you’re extending a sexual offer to him. And the consequences of fucking Jimin were essentially the same as fucking Yoongi. You weren’t in love with Jimin either. You’ll further carve out a void you can’t fill.

Could you keep the video? A secret aid to help you make it through the long lonely nights? That was a bad idea. Yoongi would be much harder to resist if you were listening to him command you to orgasm every night. What if someone found it? You admitted to wanting to fuck the whole crew in that video. It would create a problem with any crew member who stumbled upon it. Worst case scenario, it somehow made it back the ICSE and they decided you were such a liability to the mission you spent the next ten years confined to quarters.

You shudder at that idea. There was only one solution. You had to delete it.

You pull your laptop from its dock in the wall and insert the memory card. The file is easy to find, its lewd thumbnail standing out starkly amongst the mostly black pictures of the sky from the observation deck. You open it up, ostensibly to check that it is the file you’re looking for.

True to his word, Yoongi has not filmed your face. But that doesn’t make it any less obvious that it’s you. It’s not like there were lots of other female astronauts making porn in the Kevlar-lined workshops of their spaceships.

Video-you is sitting on the workbench. Your face burns with embarrassment as you examine her, naked butt perched gingerly next to the power tools. Off camera, you hear Yoongi’s voice commanding you to spread your legs.

She is reluctant and you can’t blame her. Nothing about this seems sexy. You don’t like the way your stomach looks with you seated on the workbench. But then you hear Yoongi’s gruff voice describing your vagina as the sexiest thing in the whole universe and you feel a pulse of arousal.

You watch with a confusing mix of arousal and horror as video-you follows each of Yoongi’s commands. While she hides comfortably behind her blindfold, you have to watch her whole lewd display, face burning with shame at how eagerly she obeys him. The camera comes closer as Yoongi gets bolder, zooming in on you. Video-you declares that she’s a slut and you can’t bear to watch anymore.

Step Seven: Implement with full commitment

You click and drag the video file to the trash, removing it from the flash drive. Your mouse hovers over the “empty trash” button as the final step.

If you did delete it, how would you make things right with Jimin? A large part of Jimin’s awkwardness must be embarrassment over you still having his video. You would be just as awkward if you knew Jimin has seen this video. You have to return his video to him and apologize.

You click before you lose your nerve and feel a wave of sadness wash over you as the file disappears. The closest thing to real sex in two years, probably the closest thing for next ten years, and it’s gone.

You breathe a long slow exhale, then gather the memory card and Jimin’s flash drive. The empty memory card needs to return to storage and the flash drive needs to return to Jimin. You unzip your sleeping bag and climb out, heading out to find Jimin.

Step Eight: Adapt as needed based on incoming data.

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You make your way to the kitchen, clasping the flash drive in your sweaty palm. Voices of several men carry into the hallway. Most of the crew must be awake by now. You square your shoulders and walk into the kitchen as if it’s just another day.

Jimin is leaning against the far counter with a mug of coffee, immersed in conversation with Taehyung next to him. Yoongi is at the kitchen table with his own coffee, a bag of rehydrated stew, and some instant rice. His eyes flick up to meet yours as you walk past him. Your heart races as you give him a small smile. But his attention goes right back to his breakfast, barely acknowledging your presence. It’s a typical response from Yoongi this early in the morning, but today it makes the knife in your gut twist a little more.

“Good morning Officer!” Taehyung greets you.

“Good morning!” you return brightly, slightly exaggerated for the benefit of the taciturn man at the table.

“How are you this fine morning?” Taehyung asks, stepping to the side to allow you access to the coffee pot.

“I’m fabulous.” You grin widely, still watching Yoongi and hoping for some reaction to your presence. The less he gives you, the more you want to push him. “Good morning Specialist Park!” you address Jimin.

Jimin eyes widen in surprise at your first direct address of him in days. “Good morning Officer,” he replies.

“You seem to be in a good mood today,” Taehyung observes. “You’re not usually this perky before your coffee.”

“I’m in a great mood,” you lie. Yoongi’s eyes finally leave the table to look up at you. You feel a little swell of pleasure that you’ve caught his attention. But then he sees you watching him and immediately turns back to his stew, his expression flat and unchanging. It’s a frustrating lack of reaction from the man who less than twelve hours ago declared you the sexiest woman in the universe and came all over your thigh. “Good morning Engineer Min!” you chirp in your perkiest voice as you pour a cup of coffee.

Yoongi grunts in response without bothering to look at you. Was he angry with you? Sad? Upset? Or did he really not care? There was no way to know if he wouldn’t even meet your gaze. You do have another purpose for being here though, one that may catch his attention.

“Jimin,” you say as you stir the sugar into your coffee, “I was hoping I could talk to you alone for a moment.” Yoongi does look up at that. He must not be as indifferent as he is pretending to be. A frown flicks over his face and it gives you a perverse feeling of pride that you’ve managed to crack his facade. He must think you’re going to give Jimin the video. You’ll correct that later, but at the moment, you’ll let him think that if it gets him to look at you.

“Now?” Jimin asks, eyes flicking between you and Yoongi.

“Whenever is convenient.” You attempt to appear nonchalant as you add the powdered milk to your mug.

Jimin coughs and nods. "Okay, yeah, just give me a minute." He moves to resume his conversation with Taehyung, but Taehyung holds up a hand.

"You can have him whenever you want, Officer." Taehyung smiles. If only Taehyung knew how suggestive that sounds. Maybe he does.

Jimin's eyes widen, but he shakes it off quickly. "Want to talk in my office?"

“Sounds great,” you reply. Your eyes don’t leave Yoongi as you follow Jimin out of the kitchen, but he doesn’t look at you again.

You and Jimin walk in silence. You’d been so focused on Yoongi that you’d forgotten just how awkward this conversation was going to be until you were alone with him.

The tension is palpable. The last time you spoke alone with Jimin was when you had told him you couldn’t look with him without picturing his dick. Is he replaying that conversation in his mind too?

Jimin's "office" is not an office. What had begun as Jimin’s sarcastic name for the hangar was now the only way you all referred to it. The hangar stored the equipment that Jimin was in charge of, namely the ice drill, loader arm, and magnetic trap for catching meteoroids. It is so crowded that there was only room for one chair, tucked in behind the controls to the magnetic trap. Jimin pulls it out and offers it to you, but you shake your head, too nervous to sit down. You lean against the side of the tarp-covered ice drill instead as Jimin takes the seat.

"What can I do for you, Officer?" Jimin asks, arms crossed.

“I think I owe you an apology,” you say.

Jimin’s expression softens and he uncrosses his arms. “For what?”

“I never should have asked you for porn. It was unprofessional."

Jimin snorts and you’re relieved to see him crack a smile. “Probably, but you were the only member of this crew who hadn't."

"Yeah, well,” you shift uncomfortably on the bulky machinery. “I suspect I'm the only crew member you shared that particular video with." Jimin’s eyes widen and he squirms uncomfortably in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck. You feel bad that he still seems so embarrassed. You fish the flash drive out of your pocket. "I wanted to give it back to you."

Jimin grabs the drive and stuffs it into his pocket. "I'm sorry," he says. "I should have realized how creepy that was. I just thought it was what you were looking for,” he says, looking at the floor.

You sigh, unable to let him feel guilty any longer. "It was exactly what I was looking for, Jimin.”

“What?” He looks up at you, confused. “I thought you didn’t like it.”

You laugh at how surprised he seems. “I liked it a lot.”

He fishes the flashdrive back out of his pocket and looks at it in confusion. “Then why are you giving it back to me?”

“I don’t know.” You feel less sure of your plan than you did a few minutes ago. “It seemed like you were embarrassed about it.”

“Of course, I was!” Jimin laughs, relieved expression on his face. “On Earth, I was never a guy who sent unsolicited dick pics.”

Jimin’s dick flashes through your mind again, followed by Yoongi’s. “I think all of us have done things our Earth-selves would be embarrassed about. ” You can’t help looking down at his lap spread  invitingly for you as he reclines in the chair.

Jimin grins and stands up.. “You liked it a lot?” he asks, small smirk curling his lips.

You nod, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment. He holds out the flashdrive to you as he moves closer.

“Then you should keep it.” He leans in closer. There isn’t much standing room in here and your heart races as he encroaches on your personal space.

You attempt to back away from him, but are stopped by the huge ice drill at your back. "I don't think that's a good idea."

His lower lip juts out slightly. “Why?”

“Well, we can’t…” you pause, still unsure if Jimin even wanted you in that way. Jimin’s eyes are so focused on you, it’s making it hard to breathe. “Seems like a bad idea to be getting off to a video of someone I can’t have.”

A glint of danger flashes in Jimin’s eyes as he steps even closer. “You could have me if you wanted me.”

Your palms begin sweating as your whole body burns hot. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you say, though it’s a lot harder to remember why.

“Probably isn’t.” Jimin nods in agreement, but his eyes scan you up and down as he licks his lips. He moves further into your personal space as his gaze locks on your lips. If you don’t do something right now, he’s going to kiss you.

“Specialist Park.” Your tone is surprisingly firm given how quickly your heart is beating. Your use of his title gets him to focus back on you. His determination vanishes and he takes a step back. “It’s not good for the mission,” you emphasize.

He sighs, and runs a hand through his hair. “Yeah, okay,” he concedes, bottom lip jutting out slightly in a disappointed pout. “But please keep the video.” He gently picks up your hand from where it dangles at your side and places the flash drive into it.

“You still want me to keep it? Even if we never…” you trail off, hoping he understands.

“Even if we never.” He closes your hand around the flashdrive and gives it a small squeeze.

“That’s suspiciously generous of you.” You look down at where your hands are still joined, neither of you wanting to let go. “Are you sure you won’t expect me to reciprocate?” If only you hadn’t been so hasty to delete your video.

"Look," Jimin says. "I get why it’s a bad idea for any of us to get involved with each other, no matter how much we might want to.” He squeezes your hand for extra emphasis on the last statement. “But it’s been so long.” He sighs and you feel every bit of his longing. It’s the same longing inside you.

You squeeze his hand back, trying to let him know you understand. He gives you a soft smile, the predatory look gone from his eyes, leaving only sweetness.

"Knowing a beautiful woman was getting off with my assistance, even if indirectly, would be amazing. Wouldn’t need the porn for a while..."

"Beautiful?" You brain sticks on the word. It’s been a very long time since anyone called you beautiful. You feel an even greater pang of regret for deleting the video earlier.

"Beautiful,” he murmurs, running a finger across the back of your palm, leaving a trail of tingling behind it. "Keep it. Please.”

You couldn’t possibly refuse him right now. You nod, afraid your voice will be too high pitched if you try to speak.

He smiles, bringing your hand up to his lips. "Hope you enjoy it, beautiful." He places a single light kiss on the back of your hand and your insides explode into a thousand butterflies. It takes every ounce of grit you have to not devolve into a giggling school girl right there and leap into his arms.

He lets go of your hand. You cough as you try to get your voice back. “Thank you Specialist,” you manage to grunt before turning and fleeing into the hallway.

Shit. You did not implement with full commitment.

_____

Later that afternoon, your commander calls a meeting of the whole crew. The kitchen is already buzzing with excitement when you get there. There is finally something new to discuss.

Commander Namjoon stands at the front of the table, watching everyone file in. He never sits down during meetings. As soon as everyone is assembled around the table, he begins. “We need to discuss the meteoroid that is approaching.” He turns to address his second-in-command, “How long until we’re in visual range?”

Jin checks his tablet. “22 hours and 18 minutes.”

Namjoon smiles and claps his hands, shaking off imaginary dirt so he can get down to business. Your commander is always in his element when there is a new plan to make or problem to solve.

“We’ll need all crew on duty,” he says, beginning to pace back and forth across the kitchen. “Jin, Jungkook and myself will be on the bridge. Everyone else in the hangar. Jimin will operate the magnetic trap.”

Jimin smiles and nods as he turns to Jin. “How big is it?”

“10 to 15 meters based on radar.” Jin answers.

An audible intake of breath rushes around the table as everyone leans in closer. This is a much bigger prize than the last meteoroid.

“Shit.” Jimin lets out a low whistle. “That’s huge. It might not be able to fit.”

“That’s what she said,” Jin replies, looking around the table for laughs, but getting only groans and eyerolls.

“Can we carry that kind of additional weight?” Yoongi asks, ignoring Jin.

“We wouldn’t be able to keep it,” Namjoon answers. “But we could run tests and take samples before releasing it.”

Hoseok leans forward, licking his lips in excitement. “When will we know for sure if it will fit?” he asks.

Jin smirks, repressing the urge to make another joke. “Our estimates should get more accurate as we get closer. But we won’t know for sure until it’s within visual range.”

“What’s the speed of approach?” Jimin asks, brow wrinkling in anticipation of the task before him.

“3000 kilometers per hour.”

“Damn,” Jimin mutters, frowning.

“That’s no big deal,” Taehyung reassures, patting Jimin’s back. “Just like catching a baseball for our talented mission specialist.”

“If the baseball was the size of a car and traveling at three times the speed of sound,” Hoseok says and Jimin frowns.

“It’ll be fine,” you reach out and pat Jimin gently on the arm. He smiles and straightens up, pulling his shoulders back.

“We could burn some fuel to slow down,” Jin suggests, looking to Namjoon.

The commander nods, hand on his chin. “We’d burn more speeding back up again though. I’ll check with ICSE to see if they think it’s worth it.”

“It has to be worth it, right?” Hoseok asks. “I mean, this is our whole mission.”

“No,” Namjoon corrects, “our whole mission is to make it to Europa and back. Meteoroids are a secondary priority.”

You hope the ICSE gives Namjoon the authorization. Everyone could use something new to focus on. The rest of your preparations have everyone chattering excitedly for the duration of the meeting. Taehyung is very excited to finally have something eventful to film.

“Okay,” Namjoon says, as all the roles for the mission are finalized. “I think that about covers it. Any other questions or concerns?” His eyes scan the faces of his crew but no one responds. “One last thing before we adjourn. Jungkook, once we’ve landed the meteoroid, you are under strict instruction to send a message to your mother.”

“What?” Jungkook splutters indignantly as the rest of the table laughs.

“Apparently she’s been calling the ICSE for days, demanding proof you’re not dead.”

“Can’t they just tell her I’m not dead?” Your youngest crew member crosses his arms and juts out his chin.

“When is the last time you sent a message?” Taehyung asks, patting Jungkook on the back and laughing.

“I don’t know,” Jungkook rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Maybe a month ago?”

“A month?” Hoseok gasps.  

“She’s being dramatic.” Jungkook mutters.

“It’s been seven weeks, Jungkook.” Namjoon corrects.

“Seven weeks!” Hoseok gasps. “No wonder she thinks you’re dead.”

“We can’t all message every week, mama’s boy.” Jungkook grumbles.

“I message twice a week,” Jimin says proudly, looking around for someone to congratulate him.

“Look, just call her, Jungkook,” Namjoon sighs. “Then we don’t have to discuss at meetings.”

Jungkook nods sullenly.  

“Maybe cut your hair first though,” Jin adds. “She’ll think we’re neglecting you up here.”

“Fuck,” Jungkook mutters, running his fingers through his too long bangs that hang in front of his eyes. He has quite the shaggy mullet. It didn’t detract from him being devastatingly handsome though. “I hate cutting my hair,” he grumbles. The last time he had tried to cut his own hair he’d made the back line uneven and everyone had teased him about for weeks.

“I could help,” Taehyung suggests, wiggling his eyebrows.

“No way.” Jungkook shakes his head. “You’d carve ‘I love Kim Taehyung’ into the back of my head.”

Taehyung laughs. “Yes,” he nods. “Yes, I would do that.”

“I can help you,” you suggest.

The rest of your crew turns to you in surprise. You’d never offered to help any of them with their hair before. But a haircut doesn’t seem like such a dangerous breach of professionalism after what you did last night. If you could resist fucking Yoongi while naked on his workbench, you could resist doing anything inappropriate with a fully clothed Jungkook.

“Really?” Jungkook smiles up at you. “That’d be great, thank you.” He has such a nice smile.

“No problem,” you reply. Several of the other men fidget with their hair. Yoongi frowns and stares at the table.

“Alright,” Commander Kim claps his hands again. “Meeting adjourned.”

_____

The next morning, you report to your assigned position in the hangar for meteoroid capture.  You and four of your crew members all crowd into Jimin’s cramped “office”.

Jimin gets the chair so he can operate the controls to the magnetic trap. Yoongi climbs into one of remote operated vehicles so he can sit. There is a seat available next to him, but you don’t take it. The two of you still haven’t spoken since the night you filmed the video. Instead, you lean against the side of the ice drill where Hoseok joins you. Taehyung climbs up behind you and stands on top of the drill, camera in hand to film the proceedings.

“How long until intercept?” Jimin asks over the communication system.

“18 minutes,” Jin replies on the radio.

“Velocity?” Jimin adjusts the controls as he waits for a response.

“Meteoroid approaching at 3000 kilometers per hour at 30 degrees starboard, 18 degrees overhead.”

“Confirmed,” Jimin replies as the blinking dot representing the meteoroid appears on his screen, ticking closer. “Sending test pulse.”

Jimin brushes his hair off his forehead as he waits to gauge the meteoroid’s response. He is distractingly attractive as he bites his lower lip and adjusts the controls.

“Jin,” Jimin frowns as he reads back the data. “It’s barely responded. Are we in visual range yet?”

“Should be in about two minutes.”

“Shoot,” Jimin says, careful not to swear on camera. “I think it’s more massive than we originally thought. Sending another test pulse.”

Hoseok crosses and uncrosses his arms, fidgeting nervously next to you. Your grip tightens on the tarp beneath you.

“Commander,” Jimin says, pursing his lips. “I’m getting an initial mass reading of over 250,000 kilograms.”

Your mouth falls open and Hoseok gasps next to you. The last meteoroid was barely 100 kilograms and it still took two crew members to lift it.

“Wait for visual confirmation,” Commander Namjoon instructs. If he is either excited or concerned by the news, his tone doesn’t show it.

“Damn,” Hoseok mutters next to you, shoulders sagging in disappointment.

“They’ll be more,” you say softly, covering your mic with your hand and nudging him encouragingly with your elbow.

He looks up at you and gives you a small smile. “Statistically that’s unlikely.”

“Fuck the statistics,” you whisper, giving him a cheeky grin. Hoseok laughs as Taehyung nudges you with his foot and gives you a stern look for swearing in earshot of the camera. “Sorry,” you mouth up to him. He rolls his eyes, but isn’t really mad. You’ll have to bribe him with some extra green beans in exchange for the editing you just cost him. But Hoseok smiles at you and gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze in gratitude for your attempt to cheer him up, so it’s worth it.

“In visual range,” Jin announces. There’s a long pause as you wait for him to measure the size. “Oblong, twenty-two meters in diameter, fifteen meters high, rotating on its minor axis.”

The whole room groans in response. It won’t even fit in the magnetic trap.

“Darn,” Namjoon says. “We’ll have to let it go.”

Disappointment washes over you. This was the only thing you’d been excited about in weeks that wasn’t related to banging one of your co-workers.

Hoseok nudges you, giving you a “let’s-make-the-best-of-it” smile. “Let’s hurry up to the observation deck so we can watch it go by.”

You nod, trying to look less disappointed for the sake of your colleague.

Jimin spins back and forth in his chair, brows drawn together in thought. You are about to leave with Hoseok, when Jimin snaps his fingers.

“Wait!” he says excitedly, spinning back around to the controls. “I have an idea.”

“What?” Namjoon asks over the radio as you and Hoseok rush over to Jimin.

“Just give me one second,” Jimin mutters, pulling out his tablet and rapidly typing in numbers.

“10 minutes to intercept, Commander,” Jin says. “We need to adjust course to let it pass.”

“One minute, one minute,” Jimin rushes, rolling up the sleeves of his jumpsuit as he bounces back and forth between his tablet and the controls of the trap. “Yes, yes,” he mutters to himself, pushing back his hair and nodding. “Commander,” he radios. “I can stop it.”

“Stop it?” Namjoon radios back.

“Bring it to the same velocity as our ship,” Jimin clarifies.

You clap excitedly as you realize what Jimin means. If he could bring the meteoroid to your velocity, it would hover next to your ship, in lock step with you on your journey to Europa.

Hoseok reaches the same conclusion just as you do, looking at you excitedly and grinning. “Then we could get the suits on and go collect samples!” he says, and Jimin nods proudly.

“It’s spinning though,” Namjoon asks. “How would you stabilize it?”

“Can we use the retrieval arm?” Yoongi asks.

“Yes!” Taehyung chimes in, climbing down from the top of the ice drill. “I can do it commander!”

“8 minutes to intercept,” Jin reminds everyone.

At this distance from Earth, it takes over 30 minutes for a message to get from you to the ICSE and back. There was no time to get their permission. The decision rested entirely with your commander. You wait for Namjoon’s command.

“Okay,” your commander agrees. Everyone does a silent cheer as he begins to take command of the new mission. “Jin’s at the helm, Jimin’s at the trap, Taehyung’s on the arm. Jimin, bring it in.”

“Affirmative,” Jimin answers. “Increasing magnetic force now.”

“Jungkook,” Taehyung interrupts. “I need you to come take over the filming.”

“On my way,” the payload specialist radios back.

“Meteoroid decelerating,” Jin reports. “2600 kilometers per hour… 2500… 2400…”

Jimin licks his lips in concentration as he enters more data into his tablet and makes adjustments in response to the new calculations. You watch him with rapt attention, your inner nerd singing with delight at the ease with which he adjusts his data. Watching him solve complicated projectile problems turns you on almost as much as his dick had.

Jungkook arrives and Taehyung hands off the camera before racing over to the wall controls for the large retrieval arm designed to load and unload the hanger bay.

“Shit,” Jungkook swears from behind the camera. “Taehyung, you’re almost out of memory.”

“Shit, really?”

“Yes!” Jungkook frantically checks his pockets for memory cards. “Do you have any more?”

“No!” Taehyung calls back.

“6 minutes to intercept.” Jin interrupts.

“What do I do?” Jungkook yells back.

“Go find some more!” Taehyung shouts. “I have bigger things to deal with.”

Jungkook nods and tears out of the room, swearing continuously. It’ll be his problem to edit that out later.

“Retrieval arm is ready!” Taehyung calls from his position by the wall.

“Time to intercept: 5 minutes. Speed 1500 kilometers per hour,” Jin is beginning to sound nervous. “Are you sure you can stop it?”

“Positive,” Jimin answers. “Trust me.”

You try not to think about what will happen if Jimin got this math wrong. A meteoroid the size of a bus and made of solid iron was less than five minutes from colliding with your ship at nearly the speed of sound. You steady your breathing and look around at your crew members. They read calm on the surface, as they’ve been trained to, but you wonder how nervous they actually are.

Yoongi gets up out of the remote operated vehicle, walking over to Jimin and peering over his shoulder at the calculations. You find yourself thinking that you should have fucked him when you had the chance.

“Speed 1000 km/hr... 800… 300…”

Jimin adjust more dials so he doesn’t over correct as the meteoroid finally reaches a manageable speed. Jungkook reappears from the hallway, sweating profusely, but still wielding the camera.

“150… 100… 75… 50…” The whole room exhales as the numbers drop lower and lower.

“5 kilometers per hour at a distance of 200 meters,” Jin finally says. “Two minutes to intercept.”

“Keep it at that speed until it gets in range of the arm,” Taehyung instructs and Jimin nods.

You rush over to Taehyung, followed closely by Hoseok and Jungkook with the camera. You get your first glimpse of the beastly meteoroid through Taehyung’s video monitors.

You’re glad you hadn’t seen it when it was coming at you faster. It’s enormous, slowly tumbling over itself as it inches closer to your ship.

“Distance of 100 meters.” The clicking of Jimin’s radar picks up faster and faster. “75 meters… 50 meters…”

Taehyung stretches the long mechanical arm out to brace for impact. You grab onto the wall for stability. Hoseok braces himself behind you, very close in these tight quarters.

“Slowing it down.” Jimin adjusts more settings, biting on his lip.

“It’s still spinning Jimin.” Namjoon radios.

“I’m working on it,” Jimin mutters as he clenches his jaw.

The whole crew hold their breath as the giant boulder spins toward you.

“In range,” Taehyung says. “Attempting contact.” Taehyung reaches out with the arm and grips the meteoroid.

The meteoroid keeps rotating, slipping past the arm and jostling the whole ship. You fall backward against Hoseok, but right yourself quickly.

“Damn,” Taehyung grunts. “Jimin! You have to slow it down more!”

“Working on it!” Jimin grimaces. Yoongi leans over, pointing at something on the tablet.  Jimin nods. “I think I got it,” he calls.

The meteroiod slows its rotation even further and Taehyung pushes his control stick forward once again.

A clang rings out and the ship jostles again, but the arm catches on the meteoroid and locks into place. The meteoroid comes to rest right next to your ship, attached to the loading arm.

“Contact established!” Taehyung confirms and everyone cheers. You sigh, leaning backward into Hoseok accidentally, then straightening up quickly. Jimin smiles and leans back in his chair, arms clasped behind his head in triumph.

_____

The whole crew gathers in the observation bay to discuss the next steps. The group of you float together in the zero-g observation bay, gazing out the windows down on to the meteoroid below you, hanging off the side of your ship. The meteoroid will stay with you until you let it go, giving you plenty of time to take samples.

“Good job team,” Namjoon says as you all admire your incredible capture.

“I did a good job, didn’t I?” Jimin says, looking around for confirmation.

“You did a very good job, Jimin,” Namjoon smiles and pats the shorter man on the shoulder, causing them to drift apart slightly. Jimin nods to himself, smiling proudly.

“Who are you going to send out for samples?” Hoseok asks.

“Well,” Namjoon rubs a hand on his chin. “I need Jimin at the trap and Taehyung on the arm to make sure the meteoroid stays stationary. Jin and I will be on the bridge to supervise.”

You want to go out to the meteoroid so badly. You haven’t been on a spacewalk yet, despite years of training for one. There hasn’t been a need, not a lot of botany to do in the vacuum of space.

“Hoseok needs to go to operate the air hammer,” Namjoon continues and Hoseok grins. This will be his first spacewalk too.

“I’d like to bring my fellow science officer with me.” Hoseok says. You smile with nervous excitement.

Namjoon frowns. “Neither of you have been on a spacewalk before.” He looks over at you. “I know you haven’t gotten the chance yet, but I’d rather make sure we had someone experienced out there.” You nod, keeping a straight face, but your heart sinks in disappointment.

“I need her help to prevent contamination,”” Hoseok argues.

“I’ll go with them, Commander,” Yoongi volunteers. “I’ll keep an eye on her.” The flight engineer was one of the most experienced members of the crew. He’d been on several spacewalks already this mission to check on and maintain equipment.  You wanted to argue that you didn’t need anyone to keep an eye on you, but you’ll live with the condescension if it meant you got to go.

“Commander,” Jungkook adds. “I should go too, for the footage.”

“Okay,” Namjoon nods in agreement. “We’ll send the four of you then.”

Your heart begins beating rapidly in your chest. Your first spacewalk. It’s what you’ve dreamt of since you were a little girl. You give Hoseok a big smile, so grateful for his insistence that you come along.  He smiles in return, equally thrilled.

“Commander,” Taehyung says, frowning out the observation window. “I think we’re spinning.”

You look out the window and see the stars slowly drifting by. You hadn’t noticed earlier, too focused on the meteoroid.

“Well, shit,” Jin says. “Who’s flying this thing?”

The rest of the crew turns to look at their pilot.

“Oh right, that’d be me.” Jin laughs, pushing himself off the wall and heading back to the bridge to correct the drifting.

“Okay,” Namjoon claps his hands. “Ready the suits.”

_____

You float in the antechamber of the airlock alongside the others. Everyone has changed from their normal work jumpsuits into the cotton long johns that you wear under the suits. You have to carefully watch your gaze and make sure it doesn’t linger too long on your colleagues’ chests, arms and thighs, muscles more visible thin tight fabric.

“Pressure reducing to 0.7 atmospheres,” Jin relays over the radio. “Increasing oxygen.”

Your feet wiggle up and down in the air nervously. You’ve performed this protocol many times in training, but now your suit will be the only thing standing between you and the vacuum of space.

You shift your hips from side to side, but stop the moment you hear the crunch of your “Maximum Absorption Garment”. Whatever fancy name the ICSE gave it, it was a diaper. Hopefully there would be no need to use it, but these missions take a long time and it's not easy to hop back inside if you need to pee. You’ve run to the bathroom five times in the last hour, just to make sure you won’t need it.

“Beginning de-nitrification,” Jin informs.

You breathe in and out, trying to completely empty your lungs each time, eliminating all the nitrogen from your blood and tissues. Hoseok wiggles his knees back and forth,  breathing in and out heavily and trying his hardest to follow protocol. Yoongi just closes his eyes and floats, chest rising and falling slowly. Jungkook fidgets with the settings on his camera.

“This is the worst part,” Jungkook says, looking up from his camera and noticing the way your foot twitches. “The waiting.”

You nod, trying not to look too nervous.

“Can our chief botanist go to 2 please?” Jin radios.

You switch over your radio, worried there might be a problem. “I’m here.”

“Hey,” Jin greets you, sounding very serious. “I have an important question for you.”

“Go ahead.” You bite your lip.

“Why breathe air when you can breathe oxygen?” Jin asks, tone serious.

“What?” The question makes no sense.

“Why breathe air when you can breathe oxy-Jin? Get it? Oxy-Jin!” Your pilot, bursts into laughter at his own joke. You can hear him smacking his own knee in amusement over the radio and it makes you chuckle.

You laugh too, amused by how delighted he is more than the lackluster joke. “What is the matter with you?”

“Did he tell you the fucking oxy-Jin joke?” Yoongi opens one eye.

You nod and laugh.

“He does that every goddamn time,” Jungkook adds, not bothering to look up from his camera.

“Just trying to lighten the mood. The waiting is always the worst part.”

“The distraction is nice,” you reply.

“Anytime.” He pauses. “You’ll do great, you know. All the training comes right back.”

“Thank you, Jin.” He always made you feel a bit more relaxed. You were grateful that he could both do his job well and keep the mood light-hearted.

“Alright, switching back to 1. Don’t miss this handsome face too much while you’re gone.”

“Okay,” Namjoon’s voice takes over the radio. “Into the airlock,” your commander instructs.

You enter the airlock and slip on your liquid cooling garment, a suit made of hundreds of tubes full of cold water to keep you cool inside the heavy outer suit. You make a funny squeaking sound as you slide the icy garment over your body, and Hoseok laughs.

“I’m getting vitals for everyone except Hoseok,” Namjoon radios.

Hoseok spins around in place, trying to tug his suit into place, but it’s caught on his shirt.  You laugh and help him detangle. He gives you a grateful smile.

You tug your communications cap over your head and thread your headphones into it as Hoseok begins reciting the meteoroid sampling procedure to himself for the tenth time.

The rigid exterior suits hang on the walls of the airlock. You slide into the pants first, weaving your feet all the way down into the attached shoes. While they called it spacewalking, there wasn’t much walking involved. The air propulsion on the suit did most of the work of moving you around. It was a good thing too, because the pants weighed about 50 kilograms.

The hard upper torso cover is the last and most important piece, as it held all of the life support systems. You double check that all the tools you’ll need are hooked to the tool belt, before climbing inside. A large metal ring fastens your pants to the torso.

“I need to check your seal,” Yoongi says, pushing off the far wall and floating over to you. He’ll put on his suit last after he’s double-checked everyone else’s.

You’re annoyed with the way your heart beats faster as he gets closer. Even more so when he grabs ahold of your outer pants and gives them a firm tug, pulling you close to him in the zero gravity environment. Obligatory safety checks shouldn’t arouse you this much.

If Yoongi can sense the way your muscles clench when he pulls you to him, he doesn’t react. His eyes flick up to yours for a brief moment. It would be the perfect moment for a flirtatious one-liner, but instead he just mutters “all set” and pushes off the wall behind you to go check Jungkook’s suit.

You tug on your helmet and fasten it to the upper portion of your suit. Your gloves are last. You’re grateful for the cooling layer as you break out into a slight sweat from the exertion of tugging the gloves on.

“Everyone all set?” Namjoon asks on the radio. Everyone confirms.

Yoongi, now suited up as well, closes the inner door to the airlock, spinning the large wheel to ensure a tight seal, sealing you off from the rest of the ship.

“Depressurizing,” Namjoon says. “Watch for leaks.”

You watch the sensor on your wrist that measures your suit pressure, but it holds steady as the  surrounding air pressure drops. No leaks.

Once everyone has confirmed they are airtight, you each hook your suit tethers to the metal rings inside the airlock that will keep you anchored to the ship.

“All tethered,” Yoongi radios, tugging on the lines on last time for good measure.

“Good luck,” Namjoon replies. Yoongi gives the thumbs-up to Jungkook who spins open the outer door, revealing the blackness of the space beyond. Yoongi goes out first, followed by Jungkook.

“Ladies first.” Hoseok gestures out the door.

You use the air compressors on your suit to propel you out the open door. There’s a moment of vertigo as your brain tries to tell you you’re going to fall, but you override it and push yourself out into the blackness. You don’t fall, but float, tethered to the ship but otherwise free. It feels the same as the zero-g of the ship, but even more bewildering when there is nothing surrounding you.

Even though you’re still breathing the same recycled air, as you look around at the vast expanse of space surrounding you, it feels like you can finally breathe again. You draw a deep breath in and can almost smell fresh air. You twist your torso back and forth with glee, testing the stretch of your suit and getting a feel for the way it moves around you outside of the cramped quarters of the space station.

This. This is why you came on this mission. This adventure, this experience that so few people ever get to have at the frontier of human knowledge. A renewed sense of purpose washes over you and for the briefest moment you forget about the seven men and tank of hormones you’ve been confined within.

“Pretty great, isn’t it?” Jungkook pulls up alongside you, grinning ear-to-ear.

“Pretty great,” you agree.

“Pretty fucking great,” Yoongi chimes in, letting out a big satisfied sigh.

The sun is bright, even at this far distance, with no atmosphere to stand between you. Jin has angled the ship so the meteoroid side will be bathed in light for your operation. You squint and pull down the sunshield on your helmet before turning to get a better look at your target for this mission. The meteoroid is huge, so big you could walk on it. It looks even bigger now than it did from your vantage point on the observation deck.

“Come on slow pokes!” Hoseok powers his suit toward the meteoroid. “We’ve got samples to collect!” Even at this distance, you can tell the geologist is beaming.

Your ship looks so impressive out here. The Minos is the largest spacecraft ever built, the greatest feat of human engineering in the last decade. The meteoroid might be the size of a tractor trailer, but it is dwarfed by the Minos. It’s easy to forget how breathtaking your ship is when you’re trapped inside it. It was so big, it couldn’t be launched from the surface of the Earth but rather had to be launched in pieces and assembled in orbit. Construction had begun while most of the crew was still in grade school.

You and Hoseok set up at the surface of the meteoroid, near where it’s connected to the ship. Jungkook films you from a few meters away while Yoongi monitors from near where you are all hooked to the ship, taking the opportunity to do routine equipment checks of the surface sensors.

“Isn’t it amazing?” Hoseok asks as he floats next you, gesturing up at the meteoroid.

“It really is.” Hoseok beams in delight at the giant space rock. You have a sudden longing to hold his hand, just to share in this moment with him. But that’s a ridiculous idea. This isn’t a date. It’s a mission. And it’s not like you could feel him through the multi-layered gloves anyways. You squeeze your hand tight and imagine it’s holding his for just one moment as you smile at the treasure your crew landed.

“Water,” Hoseok says and you pull the squirt bottle from your belt. You select a spot in front of you, squirting the water onto the surface of the meteoroid. Hoseok fishes a scrub brush off his own tool belt and scraps it across the surface of the rock, pulling up flecks of dirt and, hopefully, microfossils. You grab a specimen bag from your own belt and help him load the contents of the brush into it. Hoseok then pulls the air chisel from his belt and carves out a chunk of rock. You ready another bag that he places the pieces into, then you both scoot a meter or so down to repeat the procedure at a new position.

“That’s what you needed her specific technical skills on?” Jungkook teases from behind the camera. “I could have held some bags for you, Officer.”

“What?” Hoseok splutters as you flush with embarrassment. “The science officer is doing a much better job than you would, specialist,” Hoseok argues, but Jungkook just laughs.

The two of you spend the next several hours combing over the surface of the meteoroid, collecting samples. By the time you’re done, you’re holding a large trash bag full of small sample bags. You’ll have to get this to the lab before they power the gravity back up, because there is no way you’ll be able to carry it. It’s still only a small sample of the whole meteoroid though.

“Time to say goodbye, I suppose,” Hoseok frowns as you seal up the last sample bag.

“At least we can touch it now.” You reach out and place your palm on the large rock. It’s warm from where it’s been baking in the sun all day.

Hoseok places his palm flat next to yours and you again feel the urge to take his hand in yours.

“Thank you,” Hoseok addresses the giant rock, patting it lovingly. “Glad we got to meet you.”

“Good luck wherever you go next,” you say in parting to the meteoroid and Hoseok smiles.

“Nerds,” Jungkook scoffs.

It is with great reluctance that you finally tear yourself away from the meteoroid and head back to the ship. The sense of foreboding gets worse as you get closer and closer to the airlock. You don’t want to be confined inside this tin can again. Not when you’ve finally tasted freedom.

The smell of gunpowder and burnt toast greets your nostrils when you finally take off your helmet inside the closed airlock, the residual off-gassing of the various plastics and metals that make up your ship. Once everyone has successfully wiggled out of their suits, Yoongi opens the inner airlock door. To your surprise, Namjoon is waiting there, arms crossed and a deep frown on his face.

“Everyone get washed and changed, meeting in one hour in the kitchen. We have a problem.”

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One hour later, the whole crew gathers in the kitchen. Your wet hair is cold in the ventilation of the kitchen, but you hadn’t had time to dry it after you washed it. You take your usual seat at the table, sitting on your hands to resist the urge to fidget nervously.

“What’s going on?” Hoseok asks as he takes his seat next to you.

“We’ll discuss it once everyone’s present,” Namjoon answers. It must be serious. The guilty part of your brain is convinced this must somehow be about you and Yoongi. You deleted the tape. They couldn’t about it right? Was there any way your activities with Yoongi could have been recorded? Was there a workshop camera you missed? It wouldn’t make sense to call a whole group meeting for that though.

Everyone is prompt to the meeting. You can all sense how on edge your commander is. Jungkook and Jimin arrive last and Namjoon begins.

“I just received word from the ICSE,” he begins. “They’ve been running the numbers on the meteoroid and tracking our speed. We have a problem.”

You relax slightly. This wasn’t about you. Whatever it was, it was mission-relevant problem. Those were always easier to deal with.

“Because the meteoroid was so unexpectedly massive, the amount of momentum we lost during capture is substantial.” He pauses and exhales. Your commander was a man who always chose his words carefully,

“How much did we lose?” Yoongi asks.

“Nearly a quarter of our speed,” the commander replies.

“We have extra fuel. Can’t we just speed back up after we release the meteoroid?” Jin asks.

There’s no energetic pacing from your commander today. He braces himself against the table, looking down and not making eye contact. You’ve never seen him this upset. He opens his mouth and then closes it again.

“We don’t have enough fuel to recover it all,” he finally says. “If we want to make it to Europa and back, we can only gain back about half of what we lost.”

“But then,” Jimin asks, eyes wide, “how long will it take us to get to Europa?”

Namjoon swallows. “An additional 352 days.” Audible gasps come from the men around the table. Your heart drops into your stomach. “And it adds an additional 340 days on the return trip.”

“That’s nearly two years,” you say, not really to anyone in particular, but just to process out loud.

“Two years?” Yoongi clenches his hand on the edge of the table. “We’re adding two more years?”

No, that can’t be true. There has to be something else you can do.

“There has to be something we can do,” Taehyung argues. “What about a gravity assist from Jupiter?”

“I had them run all possible scenarios,” Namjoon sighs. “I didn’t want to tell you until I had options. But unless we find another meteoroid going in the right direction, that’s the fastest we can go.”

“Do we have enough food for that?” Hoseok asks, eyes wide, hands twisting in his lap.

“The ICSE sent us with an extra 30% cushion of food supplies in case a delay like this happened.”

“There are no other options?” Jungkook asks quietly.

“There’s one option.” Namjoon leans forward on to the table. “The ICSE has given us permission to turn around and go home.”

“Go home?” Jin laughs, just as unable as you to accept what happening right now.

“Yes, it would take about 18 months to get home if we burned the extra fuel that we would have used on Europa.”

“But then this whole journey will have been for nothing.” Hoseok stares at the table and frowns.

“We’re going to take a vote,” Namjoon explains. “It has to be unanimous. If anyone wants to go home, we go home.”

You have daydreamed of this moment before. Some tragic but not too devastating catastrophe that gave you permission to abandon the mission and go home. Go home to where there was real sunshine, green grass and birds singing. Where your loved ones could hold you and tell you everything would be okay.

There’s a long pause as everyone lets the reality of the situation sink in. You’ve just barely made it two years into your mission. This delay means you’re essentially starting all the way back at square one, facing a twelve year journey all over again.

“I vote we continue.” Taehyung is the first to speak up. “The world is counting on us. It will take years to mount another mission.”

Jin and Hoseok nod in agreement. Yoongi and Jungkook stare at the table. Jimin tucks his feet up into his chair, curling in on himself. Namjoon looks at the floor.

“I agree.” Hoseok adds. “It’s not that much of an increase in the grand scheme of things. If the supplies will hold out, we should hold to the mission.”

Yoongi groans and gets up to begin pacing back and forth at the edge of the table, not saying anything.

“This is all my fault,” Jimin says, starring desolately over his knees. “I don’t know how I missed that.”

“No,” Namjoon says sternly, looking directly at Jimin. “It’s mine. The decision rested with me.”

You want to yell at both of them. They shouldn’t blame themselves for a mistake that none of you saw coming. You had all been so eager for some excitement. But your throat sticks and you know if you try to speak, you’ll cry. You can’t be the only crew member who cries.

“All in favor of continuing the mission?” Namjoon asks, looking up from the circle.

Taehyung and Hoseok raise their hands. Jimin buries his face in his knees, but raises his hand. Jungkook looks to Taehyung and then joins in the affirmative. Jin nods and puts his hand up too.

Yoongi stops pacing and looks at you. You can see in his eyes the same devastation you feel. You can’t agree to this. You can’t stay one more minute on this ship, let alone twelve more years.

But the mission is more important. This is the mission you’ve already given your entire life in service of. You’ve already given your entire career, your love life, and your future children up for this. What did two more years really add in the grand scheme of things. You raise your hand.

“Fuck,” Yoongi whispers as he raises the last hand around the table. “Okay.”

“Okay, it’s unanimous.” Namjoon looks grim. “We continue the mission. Meeting adjourned.”

Namjoon leaves immediately, perhaps to report in to the ICSE, or perhaps to get away from the devastated crew he’e left in his wake. Yoongi disappears shortly after, probably retreating to his workshop. The rest of the crew just sits, staring at the table.

The air feels so stale. You have to get out of here. You try to breathe and you can’t.

You get up from the table and flee into the hallway. Jungkook and Hoseok watch you go, but don’t say anything. There’s nothing to say. You walk the halls on the verge of a panic attack. It’s all the same stale dank air and there is no escape. You head for the only place on the ship that smells at all different, your greenhouse. The humid air fills your nose and you can breathe just a little. You sit on the floor underneath the grow lights, back against the wall. Your chest heaves as you try to breath one, two, three, four seconds in, but every second feels like another eternity that you are trapped here. You cover your mouth with your shirt, trying to breathe slowly in and out your nose. “Hello?” A voice calls from the door, but you can’t see them from behind the stacks of greenery. Hoseok’s face appears from around the stack. “Are you alright?” You laugh at the question, shaking your head. “No,” you manage to choke out. “No, I’m not.” “Yeah, I figured.” Hoseok steps inside and closes the door behind him. He’s still wearing the same shocked expression from the meeting. You feel tears welling in your eyes as he approaches you, but you swallow them down. Hoseok frowns as he sits down next to you, back against the wall next to yours. Just having him there helps ease your breathing a bit. “It’ll be okay,” he whispers, trying his best to comfort you. He reaches out a hand and looks like he might touch you, just gently pat your knee or wrap his arm around you. You ache for him to touch you, to wrap you in his arms and hold you, caress you and tell you it will be okay.  He still smells so good. But he doesn’t touch you. He frowns and pulls his hand back, maintaining his professional boundaries. God, you hate this place. This cold island where you were always alone. You were going to be trapped here forever. “It’s not so bad,” Hoseok mutters, taking the hand that you want so desperately in yours and digging it into his thigh instead. “I did the math. It’s only a 17% increase in time.” Somehow, that makes its all worse. You don’t need someone to do the math for you. You need him to get the fuck out of here so you can cry without your colleagues seeing it. “It’s two fucking years!” you shout, voice much louder than you want it to be, but its the only way to mask the tears. “It’s like we never even left!” Hoseok flinches, before frowning and getting up off the floor. “Sorry,” he mumbles. ���I was just trying to help.” You want to tell him that you appreciate it, that you are grateful for his completely ineffectual help, but the words don’t come. He leaves and you don’t say anything.

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You sit under the grow lights until your leg starts to fall asleep. So you give up on sitting and slump over to lie on the floor instead. You replay your conservation with Hoseok in your head and feel guilty. It’s not his fault you’re trapped here. You replay the events of the last two days, wishing you had seen this coming.

The door opens. Hopefully it’s Hoseok so you can apologize. But Yoongi appears from behind the stack of tomatoes instead.

“Well, you freaked out Hoseok,” he says, plucking one of the small cherry tomatoes off the vine and eating it.

“I didn’t mean to.” You clench your jaw. What was he doing here? Did he just come to lecture you? “Stop eating my tomatoes.”

“Make me.” He pops another tomato in his mouth and smacks his lips.

You contemplate getting up, but it doesn’t seem worth it. What did it matter if he ate all your tomatoes? You have all the time in the world to grow more. None of it matters. “Don’t want to.”

Yoongi walks over to you, arms crossed. “Get up off the floor, Officer.”

“No.” You cross your arms and glare up at him.

“It’s not doing anyone any good if you just lie here and cry.” He leans against the wall, infuriatingly calm.

“I’m not crying.” Your throat constricts menacingly and you swallow down the urge to start weeping in front of him. What business was it of his if you wanted to lay on the floor and grieve? “Fuck off, Yoongi.”

He bristles at that, towering over you. “Get the fuck up.” He pops the “p” in emphasis and has the audacity to nudge you with his foot.

“No,” you whine like a petulant child, all semblances of professionalism leaving you. Why can’t you just lie here in peace? What is his problem? It’s not like there was anywhere you needed to be.

“You don’t have any more right than any of the us of to lay on the floor and cry. You’re not the only one going through it right now.”

“I know that!” you shout up at him.

“So what’s your plan then?” He pokes you again with his foot, wearing on your very last nerve. “You’re just going to whine on the floor like a little girl?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you roar, surging up off the ground. You’re going to kill him. “I’m a professional and your colleague. You can’t speak to me like that!”

You attempt to storm out, but he’s faster than you and blocks your path, grabbing you by the shoulders.  You’re so touch starved that just feeling his hands on you makes arousal begin coursing through your system. You groan as your body betrays you, glaring at the floor and avoiding his gaze. 

He cocks his head to the side, peering up at you. When you finally huff and look up at him, he smirks. “Got you up off the floor.”

“Goddamnit,” you swear, shoulders sagging as you sigh, all the fight leaving you. “I fucking hate you.”

“That’s okay.” His hands are warm where they grip your shoulders. His thumbs rub slow, reassuring circles on your upper arms.  

“I hate this place.” You sigh and let yourself sink a little further into his arms. It feels so good to have someone else close to you. His grip on you tightens as you step closer.  He smells good, an undercurrent of oil and engine grease scrubbed with fresh soap.

“Me too.” His eyes are so full of warmth, desperation and need. It’s too much. Too much to be this close to him, to smell him and feel his hands on you.  He seems to be feeling it too as he runs his palms across your shoulders and down your back, pulling you closer to him.

“Yoongi…” It’s not fair. He can’t do this to you, not right now. How are you supposed to resist him now? He’s so close and you’re so desperately alone.

His eyes scan your face. For a moment, you think he might kiss you, but then he turns his head and rest his forehead on your shoulder. He takes a deep breath, then sighs. 

“God, I want you so badly,” he mumbles into your neck, sending a shiver coursing down your spine. “You said you wanted me,” he whispers. “Were you just pretending?”

“Of course, I want you,” you groan in exasperation. “At this point, I would want the microwave if it had a cock to fuck me with.”

He picks his head up and smirks. “I have a cock to fuck you with.”

“Goddamnit.” Your whole core clenches. “I can’t think when you talk like that.”

It’s been such a long time. What is the point of fighting it anymore? You know how long those extra two years will be. You’ve already lived them. And even if you stick it out until then, there’s no guarantee that you’ll ever make it off this ship. There are always more meteoroids, more accidents.  

“Twelve fucking years.” he pleads. His hands slide further down your back, gripping you around your waist and pulling you in closer.

Fuck it. He’s right. It’s too long. You’ll never hold out. It’s inevitable that you will fuck him at some point in the next decade. Might as well be now.

“Yoongi, please,” you whisper. He misunderstands what you’re begging for and lets go of you, but you catch his hand in yours.

He looks down at your joined hands and frowns in confusion. ‘What do you want?”

Your hand tingles in his and your core throbs as you make your decision. “I want you to get me off.” You begin unzipping your jumpsuit. “Right now.”

“Fuck.” His eyes widen. “Really?” 

“Really.” You let go of his hand and shrug your jumpsuit off your shoulders. “I need to come right now. I need to not think about any of this shit for the next 10 minutes. Can you do that for me?”

“Shit, yes.” His hands fly to his own zipper. “What do you want?” Four words and he’s already got his jumpsuit around his ankles. “My cock? My tongue?” You groan as he pulls his shirt off over his head, revealing his lean torso. 

God, you want all of him, all at once, but there is one thing you’ve been fantasizing about way too long. “Your fingers, please.”

He surges forward and pins you to the wall, his long meticulous fingers working their way into your underwear. The feeling of someone else’s hands on you has you dripping with arousal already. You moan as one of his fingers grazes your swollen clitoris.

“Goddamn,” he smirks. “I love hearing you make those sounds.”

His fingers dip in between your folds as you feel wetness begin to seep into your underwear.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he whispers in your ear as he slots his leg in between yours and presses you harder into the wall. “I’ve barely touched you.”

“It’s been years, Yoongi,” you groan. “Don’t think it’s about you.” You wiggle your hips so that your jumpsuit falls to the floor, giving him more room to work.

He quirks an eyebrow, taking the opening to thread his other hand up under your tanktop and into your bra, caressing your nipple.

“Oh, but I think it is about me.” He rolls your nipple between his fingers and smirks when you cry out in pleasure. “I know what you want.”

“What’s that?” You lean your head into his neck as he pumps a finger in and out of you. God, it’s so much better than anything you’ve been able to do by yourself.

“You want to be pinned to the wall. You want to moan in my hands. You want me to talk to you like I did in the video.”

“Fuck,” you gasp. “Yes, I do.”

He grins triumphantly and presses hard into your clitoris, pulling more moans from you. “You want me to tell you what a little slut you are.”

You moan and nod as his finger tugs on your nipple and his thumb circles your clitoris.

“Such an eager slut. Can’t even contain herself, begging me to get her off in the middle of the greenhouse. Any of the crew could walk in. See you moaning and writhing on my fingers.”

You are so close to cumming, if only he would keep a steady rhythm. But it’s as if he’s intentionally stalling. He pushes his hips into you, grinding his clothed erection into you. You reach into his underwear. He gasps when you wrap your hand around his dick.

God, it feels magnificent to have a cock in your hands again. Warm and hard and heavy with blood. You stroke him in time to the rhythm of his fingers pumping in and out of you.

“Hoseok doesn’t touch you like this.” Yoongi huffs as your speed on his cock increases. “Is that why you kicked him out?”

“I didn’t…” you try to protest but are cutoff when he pairs a hard circle of your clitoris with a tug on your nipple.

“Lucky for me, he doesn’t know you like I do.” Yoongi continues. “Doesn’t know what a greedy little slut you are. I bet you wanted him to fuck you on the floor of this greenhouse and he just wanted to talk.”

You groan. His rhythm is getting more and more consistent, fingers pushing up inside you as his thumb rocks back and forth on your clit. You’re going to fall apart any minute now.

“That’s okay. I got you, little girl. I’m going fuck you until you can’t think straight.” Your cunt clenches around his hand. “That’s it,” he grunts. “Come on my fingers.”

You lose it, crying out as your orgasm tears through you. He doesn’t slow down for a second, working you through your entire orgasm. It feels like you are coming for hours. It’s not until you hiss and pull away that he relents, yanking down his underwear and turning his skillful hands to his cock.

“Fuck,” he swears as he strokes himself. “Please let me fuck you.” His unoccupied hand trembles. “Please, I think I might die.”

“Don’t be so dramatic.” Fucking him would take too long. Every second that passes is a second that your other crew members could walk in.

“Please, please…” he grovels, biting his lip.

“Shh…” you drop to your knees. “I’ve got you.”

“Holy shit.” His eyes widen as he realizes what you’re about to do. “Oh god, yes, please.”

You smirk, enjoying the shift in power. You flick your tongue out and lick just the tip.

“No,” Yoongi growls, banging his hand hard into the wall. “Don’t you dare fucking tease me right now.”

“You sure?” You lick a long slow trail up his gorgeous cock. “It’ll all be over so soon then.” It’s so hard to resist sucking him down immediately.

“Please, fuck, please,” he grips your chin and tilts your face up to him. “I’m not going to make it.”

“Alright.” You grin and swallow him down as far as you can. You would never have guessed how badly you’ve missed making a man fall apart like this. His cock is warm and firm on your tongue and his hands shake as he grabs your chin and weaves his fingers into your hair.

“Oh my god,” he groans as you begin working him in earnest. “Fuck, don’t stop.” You murmur in confirmation that you are definitely not stopping, sending vibrations through his dick. “I’m going to come.” His balls pull upward as his grip tightens in your hair. You pull him closer to you, gripping him tightly by the hips. You dive down as deep you can go and he cries out.

He comes as you swallow around him. You gag slightly as he fills your mouth. It’s been so long, you’ve forgotten how bitter it is. But you swallow it down anyways. Can’t be spitting cum out on the greenhouse floor.

“Holy fucking shit,” he gasps, voice choked. You look up to watch a single tear roll down his cheek.

“Are you crying right now, Officer Min?” You pull off, wiping your mouth and laughing.

“Shut up,” he says, but gives you the most contented smile. “That was incredible.”

You lean back on your heels and smile. “Guess I implemented with full commitment.”

“What?” he asks, still breathing heavily. 

“Nothing.” You laugh before standing up.

He manages to get his underwear back on before needing to pause and catch his breath, leaning against the wall. “If you tell me this was a one time thing right now, I will throw myself out the airlock.” 

“No,” you laugh. “I suspect that will happen again. Just don’t tell anyone okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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Part Four

[keeroo92]

Savior, Bloodstain, Hellfire, Shadow Ch 7 (V x Reader)

Chapter 7 - The Consequences of Distraction

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May 28th, 8:13 am

You wake slowly as the sunlight hits your face. It’s the first warmth you’ve felt in hours – the night was mercilessly cold, and you and V had awkwardly maintained the distance between your bodies. Even as you had shivered and craved even having your back against his, you had resisted the urge to close the gap between you and touch him.

You sit up, stretching the kinks out of your tired body. V stirs behind you, yawning and leaning over to put his sandals back on. His hair is adorably tousled, and you almost reach out to straighten it but restrain yourself. Instead, you dig through your bag for a moment and toss him a granola bar, unwrapping another for yourself.

“Sorry, I don’t have anything hot,” you say apologetically.

“That’s quite alright, thank you,” the lean poet responds, unwrapping his own breakfast as he stands. The pair of you eat quickly, in a rush to keep moving. You take a moment to raid the mini fridge, finding a few fresh bottles of water and snacks and adding them to your pack. Then, you set out for another day of demon-killing. As you leave the hotel, you decide to ask V some questions, wanting to know more about this handsome mystery man you find yourself traveling with.

 And falling for…

“So, V, I’ve been meaning to ask. Why do you recite poetry in battle? And why William Blake?” You’ve been wondering this since you first saw him fight. He pauses, and you admire the fact that he thinks before speaking. He’s a very deliberate sort of person, doesn’t waste energy if it can be avoided. You respect that, knowing how important it can be to have energy at the right time, the lesson having been driven home over the last few days.

“This book is a treasure from my youth. I recently rediscovered it while visiting my home, and I find that the words contained within bring me clarity. Purpose, even.” He smiles softly, looking at you through his hair as he walks beside you.

“A question in return – why did you choose to be a nurse?”

Now it’s your turn to pause, mind flashing back to the events that had shaped you. The sounds from your nightmares echo in your mind as you struggle to find the words to summarize your complicated past.

“I had a difficult time growing up. I made a mistake and ended up watching my best friend die. I blamed myself for a long time, for not being able to save her. It took a long time to accept that I couldn’t have done anything at the time. I wanted to never be in that position again, to never be helpless or useless again. Never have to sit back and watch someone die again.”

You sigh wearily before continuing. “Of course, people still die in the emergency room. But now I can at least help save those who can still be saved.”

“Admirable. I’m sorry for the pain you’ve experienced, Y/N.” The way he says your name makes you look away quickly as your spine tingles and you hope he doesn’t notice your reaction. You think of another question to distract him.

“What’s Dante like?”

V chuckles lightly, stepping over a chunk of stone in his path. He extends a hand toward you, offering help to follow him. You pause but take his hand. It’s soft, and fits in yours like a puzzle piece. You remember thinking something similar when you first met, when he dragged you to the van. Your heart jumps when he squeezes your fingers gently before dropping your hand.

“Dante is… quite a character. He’s reckless to be sure, but powerful enough to get away with it, at least until now. He’s easy to like but annoying to work with. Not much at teamwork, but that’s not entirely his fault. He’s used to working alone after all. I imagine you’d like him,” he says with a smirk.

You take a moment to admire the architecture around you and calm your racing heart; the area you’re traversing today is mainly old-fashioned office buildings, but here and there a newer structure still stands proudly, unmarked by the passage of time. The newer steel and glass buildings contrast sharply with the older stone and brick structures surrounding them.

“My turn,” V continues, “What’s your favorite thing about living in Red Grave City?”

You smile widely, easily thinking of the answer.

“The Opera House. I’ve only seen the inside once, for an emergency call when I was working with an EMT crew. It’s so beautiful, right out of a storybook. I’d love to see an opera there someday, once this is over.”

V smiles gently at your words, and you struggle to think of another question as your heart beats like a hummingbird’s wings at the sight.

“Can I touch your hair?” you blurt out without thinking, immediately going red as he stares at you for a moment. “Sorry, i-it just looks so soft…”

He smirks, emerald eyes sparkling with mirth, but bends over slightly to give you better access to his hair. You reach out slowly, for a moment thinking he’s teasing you, but he holds completely still as you stroke his hair.

It’s softer than silk…

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V

Your hand strokes his hair gently, cautiously. His eyes flutter closed at the sensation, his scalp tingling wherever your hand roams. He can feel your body next to his, heat emanating from you standing mere inches from him.

 This feels like heaven.

He makes a soft sound of contentment as you run your fingers through his onyx strands once more before blushing profusely and stepping back, face redder than he’s ever seen it. A wild impulse rushes through his mind, reckless with the intoxication of your touch. He doesn’t hesitate and reaches out to grasp your wrist as it withdraws, pulling it to his lips for a soft kiss. He releases you quickly, unsure how his actions will be received, his heart feeling oddly light at his risky behavior, like it could sprout wings in his chest and take flight.

Your eyes are wide, a light blush still tinting your cheeks as your mouth drops open slightly. Another wild urge rushes through him, this time to kiss your mouth, but he holds back this time to cautiously watch your expression. Your blush deepens even further as he stares into your eyes, and your lips twitch upwards in a hesitant smile. He extends his hand to you and you glance at it for a split second before placing your own hand in his grasp. He resumes walking, your hand held in his, and smiles behind his hair.

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Your heart is thundering against your ribcage, a pace to match any thoroughbred racehorse. Your wrist still tingles where V’s careful lips touched it and a giddy smile crosses your face as you walk alongside him, holding his hand in your own.

“I take it my interest is welcomed, then?” he murmurs in a low tone that sends a powerful jolt dashing up your spine.

“Welcomed… and returned,” you say softly, giving his hand a squeeze. He stops walking, turning to face you. He gazes at you hungrily as the sunlight illuminates him in a soft glow.

 He looks like an angel.

He leans in just a few inches, leaving it up to you to close the gap between you. You’re about to do exactly that, heart still pounding furiously, when you see a smoking blade coming down to strike him. You jerk him down with you harshly as the blade comes down. It sinks into his shoulder but doesn’t do the damage it would have had you not seen it in time. V gasps in pain, crumpling to his knees as Griffon and Shadow erupt from his body in a furious tornado of black shards.

You jump in front of V, shielding him from further injury as Shadow shoots forward, a blur of black rage striking the hulking hunchbacked horror before you and knocking it ten feet away from you and the injured poet. It’s another new demon; a noose hangs from its throat, strange purple tentacles weaving in and out of its deformed torso. You draw your dagger and hammer, dropping into a defensive battle stance to keep V safe. You know his familiars can bring the demon down, then you can finish it off. You watch, waiting for the right moment, as Griffon shoots a multitude of tiny balls of lightning from his beak. He swoops forward, diving at the hideous creature and raking it with his talons as he passes.

Shadow shifts into a spinning blade and slices up the demon’s body, making it scream in anger or pain; you can’t tell which.

I hope it’s pain.

She lands on the ground, swiping her claws at its knees viciously. It staggers, looking very close to death.

“Now, Y/N…” you hear V mutter, his wonderful voice muted by agony. You instantly run forward, strides covering the asphalt faster than you thought your body could move, lunging at the demon with all your weight behind you and sinking your dagger into its bulbous face with a scream of absolute rage. It lets out a final, pained noise and disintegrates into nothingness. You scan the area, making sure it was the only threat, and see no other foes.

You turn back to V, seeing him trying to stand. He’s holding one hand over his injured shoulder, wincing as he’s forced to use it to push himself up on his cane. There’s blood leaking past his fingers. He leans heavily on his cane but by the time you reach his side he stands almost normally.

“V, come on. Let’s find somewhere to sit down so I can take a look at that. Griffon, Shadow, can you keep watch please?” you say to your tattooed companion and his summoned friends.

“Aye aye, captain nurse!” Griffon caws, and Shadow lets out a soft growl as they take up defensive positions nearby, facing the open street and scanning the office park for threats.

V steps toward you, mouth set in a determined line, and your eyes scan the area for a safe spot to sit down. You’re near a newer office building, enormous glass windows giving you a good look inside at the cubicles within. You walk to it briskly, pull back your hammer and smack the window as hard as you can with a low growl. It shatters instantly and you duck, avoiding most of the shards of glass as they collapse inwards.

V limps over to you and you help him step over the low windowsill, pointing to spots with less glass for him to step. His sandals make you worry; you’ll have to check his feet after this as well.

“Here, sit here,” you tell him and lead him to a nearby office chair. It reminds you of the ones at the nurses station at the hospital, hard black plastic uncomfortable after about ten minutes. He sits heavily, letting out a grunt of pain. You crouch in front of him and gently pull his hand away from where it still presses against his wound.

It’s not as bad as you feared; the blade only penetrated a few centimeters, not even reaching any bone. Its bleeding slowly, oozing; no arteries were hit.

“Keep pressure on it,” you tell him as you dig through your pack. Your practiced hands find bandages, needle, thread and antiseptic easily. You lay out your supplies by your feet and wipe your hands on your pants to get the worst of the grime off. You look at your hands, dismayed by the blood and dirt still covering them.

“I’ll be right back. See if you can get your vest off for me,” you say to V and he gives you an obedient nod, eyes glazed from pain. You search the cubicles quickly, finding all manner of post it notes, pens, and small decorations. Finally you find what you need – disinfectant wipes, a paper clip and a pair of scissors. You grab them, barely sparing a glance at the photo of a happy young woman with a child in her arms on the desk.

Returning to V, you clean your hands with the wipes as best you can and douse them with antiseptic for good measure. You manage to keep focused even though his bare chest is staring you in the face, tattooed skin new to your eyes moving slightly with each breath he takes. V watches you, his hand still holding his shoulder as you instructed him. You stand on his injured side, antiseptic in hand, and he drops his blood covered palm.

“This will sting,” you warn him and pour the fluid over his wound. He hisses, his face twisting in pain and instinctively leaning away but he stays seated. You cap the antiseptic and get the needle and thread. Your hands have done this so many times you don’t even think about it as you thread the needle, preparing to suture V’s shoulder.

“Now for the really fun part. I’ll be as gentle as I can, but try not to flinch,” you say, and he nods. You plunge the needle through his flesh, gently but firmly guiding it through and he gasps, flexing his hands and flinching just a tad. You pause, waiting for him to settle, and upon his nod you continue.

The rest of the sutures are easy enough. V seems to not feel it after the first one, letting you make a tidy row of stitches amongst his tattoos. You tie off the thread, cutting it with your looted scissors. I should hold on to these, you think as you drop them near where your bag lies on the floor and reach for the bandages.

“Can you raise both arms for me?” you ask your patient. He does so and you begin the wrapping with two rotations around the junction of his bicep and deltoids. You bring the bandage roll across his chest, wrapping your arms around him to reach his back and blushing slightly at the close contact. You repeat the process until you reach his injury.

“Ok, I need you to hold the roll for a second,” you tell him and he takes it from your hands. You reach down for a patch of gauze to cover the stitches, placing it gently against the site as you take the roll back from V with your free hand. You hold the gauze in place and roll the bandage over it, adding two more rotations to keep it secure, and finally cut the bandage. You take out the paper clip and force it through the fibers of the wrapping, weaving it in as a fastening.

“Ok, that should do it,” you say as you step back to assess your work.

“Thank you,” he says as he stretches carefully, testing his range of motion. You hand him his vest, trying not to stare at his tattooed stomach now that you aren’t otherwise occupied. You watch him dress out of the corner of your eye as you pack up your medical supplies, admiring the way his muscles flex as he moves.

 I’ve always preferred leaner men, but V is a class all his own. And his tattoos...

You mentally shake yourself as he turns to face you, a knowing smirk on his lips as he sees you hastily look away. He limps over to you and you stand to face him.

“Shall we continue?” he asks in a low tone. It makes you shiver despite the warmth of the room.

You give him a look before you speak, making sure he knows how serious you are.

“Yes, but you need to take it easy if you can. I want to check you every six hours for bleeding, and if you feel your sutures break you tell me immediately,” you instruct him.

“I promise to do exactly as you instruct me,” he replies softly, and you think he may have multiple meanings behind his words. He steps closer to you and takes your hand in his. The few inches separating you are charged with energy as you start to lean in, your eyes closing in the last moment as –

“You two done yet?” Griffon caws from the doorway, flapping toward V anxiously. You open your eyes as V clenches his jaw in frustration, and you sigh sadly as the moment is lost. He steps away from you, giving your hand one last squeeze as he drops it.

“Just finishing up,” he says tightly to the blue bird and starts limping his way back to the window. You follow him, waiting until he’s through the glass to bring up his feet.

“V, let me check your feet for cuts. Your sandals don’t exactly offer great protection,” you say and he nods. He leans against the wall and patiently lifts each foot for you to examine. You find no damage, but you notice he has a cute mole on one of his ankles and the thought of finding others like it elsewhere on his body makes your core twitch with excitement. You stand, giving him a thumbs up.

You and V continue on, you in the lead now. The pace is slower as you check each area before he arrives behind you. Like clockwork, you check his bandage every six hours and are relieved each time to see no fresh blood. You sense his growing frustration at the delay his injury has caused and try to pick up the pace slightly, but even so you only make it halfway to where you wanted to be by nightfall.

It’s nearly 9 pm when you find a place to rest for the night; another office building, this one with a break area with a few couches. You give V some beef jerky and a granola bar, a water bottle to wash it all down and the pair of you eat in near silence. You try to think of something to say, but the aura of frustration surrounding V like a haze chokes you, stopping any words in your throat and keeping you quiet.

You curl up on one of the couches, barely able to keep from sliding off the edge. V takes one nearby and you hear him rearrange it before he lays down.

“I apologize for my attitude. Perhaps some rest will set me right. Goodnight, Y/N,” he responds tightly. You frown but remember the moment you almost kissed and it reassures you.

“We’ll make up the distance tomorrow V. We’ll find a way,” you assure him gently and he sighs.

“Goodnight.”

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May 30th, 2:07 pm

V

The next two days pass frustratingly slow, and V’s irritation continues to grow. His thoughts are full of self-doubt and anxiety as you remain silent by his side. He does not try touching you again, too focused on moving forward.

Vergil never would have let himself be distracted by romance. He wouldn’t have gotten injured, wouldn’t have needed to be bandaged or checked on like a child.

He knows his mood is causing you to be uncomfortable, but he can’t seem to shake the feelings of inadequacy and self-loathing.

 If I hadn’t allowed her to distract me, I wouldn’t have been injured and I wouldn’t have fallen behind so far. Romance is a distraction, she is a distraction from the only thing that matters: Urizen.

The familiar thought of his other half makes him glance at the enormous tree still growing in the center of the city, wondering if the delays will make them too late to keep Urizen from consuming the fruit as his steps falter slightly.

  She was probably just being kind when she said she returned my affections. Even if she was serious, I imagine seeing me like this has changed her mind.

His heart twists in his chest painfully every time the thought crosses his mind, the thought of you not caring for him an agonizing pain that outweighs the ache in his shoulder by tenfold. Your silence doesn’t help, leaving his mind to fill in the blanks where normally your words would be. The pair of you progress, finally leaving the office buildings behind and entering an area full of restaurants and apartment complexes.

 I’m only half of a man anyway, what could I possibly offer her? I’m going to die soon, too, maybe it’s best if this goes no further.

He catches you gazing at him occasionally, a worried expression on your face. Each time he quickly turns away, resolutely trudging ever forward to meet his fate. When demons attack, he dispatches them swiftly, laser focused and determined, sometimes so fast you don’t even have a chance to land a single blow.

His musings are interrupted as once again, six hours have passed and you reach out to him, signaling to have a seat; it’s time for you to check his bandage. He obediently sits on a nearby chunk of fallen brickwork, his deft fingers unlacing his vest as he goes. He shrugs the layer off his shoulders and shivers as the chill in the air runs an icy finger down his spine, now unprotected from the harsh temperature.

Your hands carefully but quickly unwrap the bandage, revealing the gauze pad hidden beneath it. V’s breath catches in a brief moment of pain as you pull the gauze away, his skin slightly sticky from the slow leak of his blood. He can’t help but look at the wound himself, curiosity filling his mind. It looks better, he thinks. The stitches a tight row amid his tattoos, a tiny amount of blood seeping from between them in a few places, but barely enough to even be generously called a trickle.

You set the soiled gauze aside and replace it with a fresh piece, your hands pressing it against his skin in a practiced motion as you roll the bandages back over the area, sealing him in once again. V carefully avoids looking at your face as you reattach the paper clip to hold it in place. He doesn’t want whatever you’re feeling to affect him, doesn’t want the pain he knows he’s causing you to distract him again. You sigh heavily as you pull away, allowing him to redress himself.

“It looks a lot better. I could probably check it every twelve hours now,” you inform him in a tired and strained tone. He simply nods, standing again and immediately continuing his inexorable march to his end.

“V… please say something…” you beg as you catch up to him, but he studiously remains silent. He hears your breath hitch, like you might cry.

 It doesn’t matter. I must stay focused; no more distractions.

She’s more than a distraction, a small voice insists from the back of his mind. He grits his teeth and brutally shoves the thought from his mind, a single faltering step the only evidence of his inner turmoil.

“Dammit, V, I thought we were friends! Friends don’t do this to each other!” you exclaim tearfully, and again he says nothing. He hears your footfalls change as you step in his path, eyes locked on his face, and the expression on your face catches him so off guard as his emerald eyes immediately lock with yours for an instant before he looks away.

Your face is tight, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes under furrowed brows and mouth pressed in a small line of pain. You look utterly distraught.

V’s lungs deflate at the sight, the pain in your eyes taking his breath away. His heart clenches and that tiny, annoying voice pipes up again.

 You did this, and you can fix it. Say something, take her hand, smile for fucks sake!

He wrestles the voice into submission again, frowning as he parts his lips to speak.

“We must press on,” he insists darkly, taking a step around you and leaving you behind as he does just that. He hears you choke back a sob, but you follow him, finally silent again. He tries desperately to ignore the guilt for causing the stillness. He misses the sound of your voice, your laugh…

 No, I can’t indulge that line of thinking any longer.

He refocuses on his surroundings, noting the strip malls lining the cracked street, yet more rubble littering his path. Ahead, he spots a cluster of activity and prepares himself for battle yet again. He sighs but is glad for the chance to release some of his frustrated energy. As the two of you get closer, the scene becomes clear and he grits his teeth at the sight.

A horde of Empusa are idly feeding on a corpse in the center of the street, the body so mutilated as to be unrecognizable as man, woman, or child. V counts eleven of the irritating insect demons as he flicks his arm to summon Griffon and Shadow.

His emerald eyes sweep the scene once more and spot movement behind a dumpster beside the building, partially hidden in an alley. He watches for a moment, then directs Griffon to investigate. Griffon flies to the dumpster, then does an impressive aerial flip to return to V’s side.  His eyes are wide and V hears his grating voice cursing as he approaches his master.

“Shit, V, we got a Queen!” the demonic bird hollers, panicking.

V growls internally, unrestrained rage filling him.

This is going to slow us down considerably, and we’re already so far behind…

The smaller feeding demons finally notice the fresh meat that’s wandered into their midst, turning to face you and V and eagerly chattering to each other. He sees you step forward, reaching for your revolver, but before you can get a shot off he channels his anger through Griffon and the bird screams as he summons a veritable field of lightning, row after row of bolts striking the ground in a grid around the enemies.

An errant bolt strikes barely a foot from where you stand, and V grimaces as your face twists in surprise and fear before shooting a glare at him. He turns back to the battle, not letting his concern for you disrupt his focus. The Queen has come out from behind the dumpster now, and at the sight of her children being attacked she screeches in rage.

V directs Shadow to the center of the conflict, waiting until the Queen is in range before she shifts into a mass of spikes, piercing several of the smaller Empusa. A fraction of a second later, enormous spikes shoot out of the ground and impale another few Empusa brutally.

V, seeing his chance, darts forward to deliver the killing blow, but instead of his usual attack he rises off the ground in a flying leap. He flicks his arms apart, and a swarm of ethereal copies of his cane appear around him in the air. They streak downward as he descends to the ground, a cane hitting every single one of the Empusa. He pulls the energy, moving his right hand diagonally across his torso, making his injury ache and the canes jerk even deeper into the demons. As V’s feet touch down, he’s surrounded by a cloud of demonic ash, each of the Empusa dissolving in an instant.

He turns his attention to the Queen. She bellows with fury, claws slashing the ground before her in a murderous frenzy. He smirks and snaps his fingers over his head, his onyx hair shedding its black layer like dust.

The meteor heralding Nightmare’s arrival hits the Queen on the side of her hideous face on its path to the ground, Nightmare rising from the smoke a moment later. V dashes forward, taking another leap to land on the golem’s back. He feeds Nightmare his anger, his confusion and sadness, making it leap forward and for a split second, both V and Nightmare shift into a small orb, hovering in midair where they had jumped.

The ball shifts back to reveal Nightmare, V still on its back, airborne. The massive golem lands with a crash and unleashes its strongest ability – a savage, thick laser shoots from its single eye, screaming towards the Queen. It strikes true, nearly melting the demon with its indomitable power. The Queen lets out one last, echoing screech as she dissolves into nothingness. Nightmare follows her soon after as V releases his hold on it, jumping lightly back to the ground.

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Notorious, pt. 10 - Stuart Twombly

Description: You may have finally met your equal.

Relationship: Fuckboy!Stuart Twombly x Reader

Word count: 2770 (a little bit longer because you had to wait a little bit longer!)

Title: I think we need to talk.

A/N: Ok so the drama starts HERE. I have taken my time because I don’t want to rush this part, as it is quite important for the rest of this story to come! I have to warn you, there might be some sexual implications and they might not be related to a certain DOB character with glasses.. Sorry not sorry. Let me know what you think!

Part 1 - ... - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11

When I’m finally out of the shower, everyone is already done and pre-drinking in anticipation of Ben’s frat party. I'm humming an obnoxious tune to myself as I run a towel along my dripping wet hair, strolling into my bed room.

 Sarina and Daryl are occupying my unmade bed, a bottle of clear liquid passes between them in a rhythmic manner. A sound of recognition slips me when I notice them loitering on my bed. 

 Instead of joining in on the festivities, I ignore them completely as I dive into my closet in search for the perfect outfit for the evening. It is silent for quite some time; the only sound heard my humming still. I don’t mind, it leaves me to get dressed and apply most of my make up before Sarna speaks up.

"I’m not sure if you’re just overly thrilled about something, or so anxious you’re going to burst out of your body.”

"Mhm?" I turn on my heel, holding up a dress and a skirt for my friends to decide and with a simple nod of their heads it's settled. I thread over to the females on my bed, snatching the bottle away from Daryl’s grasp and taking a large, big gulp. I absolutely hate straight Vodka.

 When the initial burn of the alcohol has passed through my throat, I scrape it and answer my best friend. “What makes you say that?”

 A scoff leaves both girls’ lips almost instantaneously, the empty bottle dropped onto the floor with a hollow thud.

“The fact that I see you grinning to yourself like a maniac. But then – realization hits you in the face and I’m afraid you might chew your own fingers off with whatever’s going through that mind of yours.” Sarina sighs, dropping onto my bed and tucking herself in

 I stop in my tracks, my liquid eyeliner dangling in front of my face as I stare at my friends through my vanity mirror. “Is it even possible to chew your own fingers off?”

 A smirk crawls its way onto my lips when Daryl speaks up almost immediately – she always had the knowledge about these weird facts, but I loved hearing about them.

“There are many cases known of people biting off certain body parts but … Y/N, damn it!” Her voice raises near the end, but she doesn’t finish her sentence as Sarina interrupts her.

"Stop changing the subject!" Sarina demands, her finger pointed threating in my direction, "What’s gotten you on cloud nine? What did you do with Stuart today?"

I hum, shrugging the skirt over my hips pulling it into proper place before answering. "Nothing, just some lunch and then we went for the new Jurassic film."I’m just about done, ready to head down, but the silence I’m met with is eerie. Both are staring at me with blank faces, but I’m there to witness those stares to grow into bright-ass smirk within mere moments. I huff loudly, crossing my arms over my chest – but still, they don’t speak.

“What?”

 “You went on a date.” Daryl grins, immediately followed by noisy clapping of her hands in excitement. I feel my cheeks heat up – because it had been coursing through my mind as well and I wasn’t sure if these nervous jitters were because of excitement at certain prospects or complete fear of what were to happen now. 

I’m stuttering my answer. "I – uh, no. I did not."

"Yes, you most definitely did."

 Sarina is quick to pipe in. "I told you that you were into him. I was right all along, wasn't I?"

If I could wipe that smug grin off her face without this blowing way out of proportion, I would’ve done it weeks ago. I don’t want to think about these things, I just want to have fun.

Another stuttering sentence from me. "I - uh - no."

“Okay then,” Sarina starts, raising to her feet as she sees me threading over to my bedroom door, “tell me this…” I don’t wait for them, instead, I’m already heading downstairs when her voice picks up and I stop dead in my tracks.

"How long has it been since you have been with anyone beside Stuart?"

I whip around at the bottom of the stairs, watching Sarina and Daryl slowly step down and approach before they pass me easily.

"I -"

 Sarina throws another jab over her shoulder as she continues her way to where the other girls were occupying the sofa. "Do you even remember?"

Daryl is already far ahead of us and disappears along the corner when I dig my finger nails into my best friend’s arm and yank her back, rather forcefully.

My voice is a harsh, loud whisper. I had come to the realization myself that I maybe liked Stuart in different ways than I were supposed to, but I didn’t want anyone outside of my own damn mind to be so on point about it. 

"Can you fucking not? I'm not in love with him, he is my friend, whom I receive some very joyous benefits from. That's all."

I feel my stomach twist around at my lies. Even if it were like this, I did not want it. I didn’t want to like Stuart, or even think about what it would be like to be his girlfriend – I had a very productive shower – I just want him to touch all my sweet spots and make me feel relaxed. Without any hassle.

Sarina snatches her arm from my vice grip as her smug grin makes a reappearance for the night. "Mhm. Very convincing."

 I guess I’ll have to show her, Daryl and myself that I don’t think of Stuart in any way that everyone seems to be implying. I know that if I find myself someone else to sleep with, my infatuation with Stuart will just disappear – who wouldn’t doubt themselves if he gives the best orgasms one has ever experienced?

"Please, stop. Everyone is waiting for us, and I’m sick of having this conversation over and over again.”

I guess there’s only one thing I have to do tonight.

I had to admit that I had chugged back a bit too many shots before we even left for the party, and it didn’t lessen when we finally arrived.

Shot after shot flows and by the time the clock strikes midnight, I am already having trouble standing up straight without swaying back and forth. I hadn’t seen Stuart yet – but I hope it won’t take him too long to find me.

 And that’s when I saw him. I wondered how long he had been here already, but, to be honest, it wasn’t like I was paying attention to my surroundings either. Stuart looks amazing tonight, and I salivate the longer I stare at him.

 He’s talking to a girl, and I can’t help but let my dismissive stare rake over her frame. Her hand runs along Stuart’s exposed arm, and his hand is comfortably resting on her waist. The cup in my hand is squeezed, the plastic squeaking underneath my grasp before I chug it down ad fundum.

 She subtly inches closer, and closer, and closer. Her breasts are pressed against Stuart’s side as she whispers things into his ear, things that make him smile. Just watching them caused me to refill my drink three times in the span of less than ten minutes – and I was starting to feel the consequences of it.

 But then, our eyes meet.

 A bright grin makes its way onto Stuart’s lips and I see his eyelid drops down into a wink. It causes my stomach to flutter with butterflies and my cheeks to heat up instantaneously. As I ready myself to head over – to have a mere conversation with my best friend, of course – the unknown girl presses her lipstick-clad lips against his jaw.

 My smile falters and I take another sip of my drink – but distractions come in the form a lanky, handsome blonde with a new drink.

“Hi.”

 I blink a few times as I cock my head to the side, grinning at the handsome young man that is grinning at me deviously. “Oh, hi there.”

The male holds out a red solo cup for me to grasp, his head motioning to the drink as well.

“I noticed that you could use another drink.”

 “Thank you.” I shyly smile in return, taking the cup and sniffing its contents. Rum and coke. My favorite.

 “I’m Newt.” Apparently, Newt, speaks, dipping his tongue past his lips to wet them briefly before returning to his smirk. My body shivers at his actions, buzzing with alcohol and want – I did have something to prove.

 That’s when I register his name, and a small chuckle surpasses me. Newt seems to perk up at the sound, taking a sip of his own drink but remaining his gaze firmly trained on me.

“Newt? As in Isaac Newton?”

It draws a chuckle from the tall male, music sounding in my ears. I have already chugged his drink down, glancing briefly at Stuart who now has his eyes trained on me in a harshly set glare. In my buzzed-out state, it seemed like a great idea to lean closer toward Newt, grinning up at him when he answers after his chuckle as died down.

“Yeah, my mom was a science geek.”

 I shrug my shoulders, letting my hand rest on his upper arm, leaning further into him.

“Nothing wrong with that, it’s a special name.”

 The smile I’m granted with makes me think why this handsome man was not taken yet. He has this youthful thing to him, which seems to draw me in rapidly.

“Thank you, love. But you haven’t mentioned your name yet.”

 He hands me another drink and I know I should pass up on the offer, but instead, I grasp it firmly and bring it to my lips without a second thought. Half of it disappears down my throat before I reply to him. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Y/N.”

 Newt’s hand raises to brush some stray hairs from my face, his next words a whisper against the shell of my ear. It causes a rush of adrenaline and shiver to run throughout my entire body.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

In my mind, I am contemplating if I should just press my lips against his when we’re interrupted. I feel his fingers curl around my biceps and I feel the spark, which ignites every time he touches me, before I feel his hot breath fan against my ear.

“Y/N, I think it’s best if you stop drinking.”

 I briefly let go of Newt to turn around, grinning dumbfounded at a frowning Stuart. I push his hand off me, his firm grasp leaving slight dentures in their wake, but my smile never falters. “Hi Stu! I – I’m not drunk yet, so don’t worry.” I blatantly lie through my teeth. I feel myself swaying on my feet, and it isn’t to the heavy bass surrounding us.

 “Y/N…” His tone is anything but dismissive, his hand raises up to touch me again. I finish off my drink, dropping the empty cup to the floor. “… Please.”

“Stuart, I appreciate this, really, but I’m fine. I’ll come find you later.” I smile, nodding my head briefly – which I immediately regretted when I felt the room spinning – and turn back toward my new friend Newt.

 I push back any thoughts regarding Stuart as I grin up at Newt again. I know I should’ve gone with Stuart. I know that he is the one I want to spend my time with, but it wasn’t the sensible choice at this moment. Newt was friendly, he was handsome, and I knew I had a shot with him. And I wasn’t going to surpass that chance.

I moan against his lips when I feel his tongue swipe along my lips, dipping into my mouth to explore freely. His hands are roaming along my back, momentarily stopping to squeeze my ass tentatively, my whole body pressed firmly against his taut chest.

My hands have disappeared into his luscious blonde locks, enjoying this split moment before I’d wake up with an amazing hangover in the morning.

 “Maybe we…” Next sighs against my lips, trailing kisses from them to my jaw, up to my neck, “… should take this to a more private place.”

 I sigh and tilt my head back when I feel his lips against my sternum. “Yes, please.”

Newt holds out his hand for me to grasp and I let my fingers slip in his, leading me up the stairs and away from the booming party. 

My heart is hammering in my chest as I follow Newt up, disappearing into one of the bedrooms as it clicks and shuts behind me. I’m pressed against the door, Newt’s lips finding mine again as his thighs run between my legs and his hands roam all over my body.

We break away for air, and Newt winks before he trails over to his bed, shrugging his shirt off. I hiccup, giggling immediately after, which makes my heart hammer in my head. The headache was already creeping up on me. I notice a few pictures framed on his desk and hum in acknowledgement. “Your room?”

 It’s Newt’s turn to hum in response. “Yeah. I’m part of this frat.”

I shrug my shirt off my shoulders, slowly threading closer as I let my gaze wander over his now exposed torso. He wasn’t as buff as Stuart, but I noticed the outline of training on Newt’s body. “Ah – I never knew.”

 Newt hums as his hand cups my jaw, our lips roughly pressed together while he guides me toward his bed. Our kiss breaks and he sits down on the bed, motioning me to follow.

“It doesn’t matter love. Com’ere.”

 His body envelopes mine like a blanket as our kiss grows more heated. I feel his fingers trail along my inner thigh, inching up closer to where I needed him.

 Newt never gets the chance though.

 I squeal loudly when Newt’s presence above me disappears and a loud thump follows immediately after. My eyes are squeezed shut tightly, covering my bra-clad chest from whomever decided to come inside and interrupt.

 It’s when I feel fingers curl around my wrist and I smell his cologne that my eyes snap open. “Stuart?”

 “I told you to fuckin’ stop drinking, Y/N.” He easily lifts me to my feet, and I’m left standing there, swaying, as he retrieves my shirt from the floor. He aids me in pulling it over my body, and then quickly winds his arm around my waist as he guides me outside Newt’s bedroom.

 “Stuart – what are you doing?” I mumble, his cologne infatuating me, and I realize that Newt might have never made me feel ten percent of what Stuart does to me. Instead of verbally answering, Stuart merely growls as he pushes through the masses of bodies, perching me on top of his hood when he cannot find his keys.

 When he returns to me, I curl my arms around his neck and haul him against me, pressing my lips forcefully against his. He seems to lose himself in the kiss for a moment before he pulls away, his eyes fluttering open again.

“Y/N, you’re shitfaced.”

I’m trailing wet, sloppy kisses along his jaw as my hands disappear into his hair.

“That’s never stopped you before…”

 “Y/N, not right now. And not like this. Not anymore.” Stuart sighs as he picks me up swiftly, dropping me into the passenger seat of his ride. He rounds the vehicle and drops into his designated spot, roaring the car to life and setting of to what I presume is my sorority.

 After a few moments of contemplation, I lift my hand and drop it onto Stuart’s that’s resting on the console between us. My fingers lace with his, a sigh slipping from my part lips as I feel my eyes droop closed already. “Thank you, Stuart.”

I didn’t know what I was thanking him for, but I knew that I should be thanking him. And I realized in my drunken stupor that it is now or never to tell him.

“Stuart,” I mumble, my head lolling to the side as I squeeze his fingers affectionately, “… maybe we should talk.”

I hear his reply through a haze, but my eyelids feel to heavy for me to try and stay awake. I’m falling into a fast, deep slumber as my head thumps and my senses scream Stuart Twombly.

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What is gonna happen to Kenny Omega in December of next month on 2018?

1. Overall theme of December

2018 ?

The Towers represents a sudden change symbolized by the crumbling tower tells us to let go of outgrown beliefs and values, and to let go of unhealthy relationships and old ways of life. Sudden changes free us to walk our own paths, enabling us to reach our potentials. It allows us to move forward in our lives instead of sitting stagnant, and this enlightens us along our path.

In December 2018 - Kenny Omega gonna shocks the world or the world gonna shooked him. Kenny Omega actions on other people will cause a shocking moment in the future.

When Kenny Omega say something people listening to him. Whatever, Kenny Omega says something about certain things. People will taking his comments seriously. So, I see Kenny Omega will gonna change the world in his words in December 2018.

2. The Energies leaving Kenny Omega life & situation?

The Five of Cups represents reflects the need to reorder and re-evaluate life’s priorities. You are encouraged not to waste your energy brooding and lamenting over what is lost, while overlooking the many blessings that remain.

Kenny Omega is letting go of depression and anxiety even toxic people nowadays. I see Kenny Omega experiencing a feeling of bitterness that could create real problems in a relationship with others. He is letting all the negativity out of his life.

3. The Energies continuing to influence Kenny Omega life & situation?

The Six of Wands represents informing you that you could receive some great news that will enhance your victory. It indicates that there is good news or positive information on the way, and tells that success is near. If you have been awaiting news of a special project, the Six of Wands tells that the response will be a positive one.

Kenny Omega will get great news soon on December 2018.

Kenny Omega has confidence in what he is doing and seeing growth in his achievements in pro wrestling and video gaming on his career. Kenny Omega is unconventional and who has a strong, vital energy, but who needs freedom and change.

4. The Energies entering Kenny Omega life & situation?

The Three of Cups represents groups of people coming together to focus on a common emotional goal, and people reaching out emotionally to one another. It also speaks of a sense of community and can indicate a time to become more social and community-minded.

Kenny Omega has celebration, success, abundance, fulfilment and fruitfulness. It tells of sharing a harvest and of reaping rewards. It is a card of happiness and rewards for hard work well done.

5. Developments: Work & Education  in December?

The Nine of Pentacle represents that you may have been working on a venture or project by yourself. During this time you may have had to be self-sufficient. Your inner strength and fortitude would have had to come to the fore.

I see Kenny Omega hard work will pay off and he will be recognized and rewarded handsomely.

In December, Kenny Omega may receive financial gains or rewards, and these will bring you pleasure. However, the real pleasure will come from knowing that he’s alone are responsible for his own success. He has plenty of people to thank for his success.

Kenny Omega is Mr. Money in the Bank in December 2018.

6. Developments: Love & Relationships in December?

The Page of Swords represents a mild conflict with your loves one. Know when to push and when to back off, many fights and discussions are not actually worth having (as long as your partner/loves one is treating you with respect).

Kenny Omega need to learn how to respect his loves one/partner boundaries in his relationship with him.

Kenny Omega is dealing with a person who is feeling of detachment, solitude and inner-reflection. It may also imply a need for tact and diplomacy, and keeping information (or a secret) to themselves for the time being.

Kenny Omega are asked to be aware that secretiveness can lead to confusion and lack of trust in his relationship with people or his partner. He should not leave close friends in the dark as they may wrongly interpret the situation and reach their own conclusions.

Kenny Omega need to become brutal honest with person/people on their relationship with him.

Kenny Omega partner is an intelligent, compassionate, thoughtful and capable person, who knows how to achieve solid results because they are patient, realistic and practical-minded.

7. Developments: Self, personal growth in December?   

The Death represents that it is time to look at the old and release it to allow transformation to a higher level.

Kenny Omega is step out of the past and into today. If Kenny Omega live in the past he will miss out on the opportunities presented for him today.

I see a huge transformation of Kenny Omega in December 2018. I see Kenny Omega will change his name when going into a big company in America. He will become a new name in this company. People will know next month in December 2018.

8. Advice for December month?

The Lovers represents two people standing side by side and coming together in harmony, and asks to look at the harmony within the self. It also tells of a combining of understanding and beauty to have a satisfactory relationship. It tells of allowing the balance of energies to be within a positive relationship on all levels eg. spiritual, mental and physical.

The Golden Lovers convey all that is human in the ways of love and mysteries of relationships which embrace romance, innocence, courtship, commitment and marriage. This also includes all the confusion, miscommunications, trials and tribulations to do with human relationships within the Golden Lovers.

Kenny Omega gonna made a choice of two pathways or choices, and the need to look carefully at one’s choices as each choice leads to different future events or consequences.

The Lovers advice: That Kenny Omega select his path with care as the outcome is very important, so he be sure it is his decision is best for him or the other people he loves with.

Kenny Omega have an important choice (or choices) to make.

The Lovers means that with careful consideration any major decision should turn out positively. Consider everything carefully as the outcome will be vitally important.

Kenny Omega asked to make firm decisions, then follow them through with conviction with a offers on his career.

My advice for Kenny Omega: He need to learn how to handle responsibility and use his own deep feelings so he will have the ability to help and comfort others.

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Normal Song: A Dean and Cassie Story

Title: Normal Song Author: shoetingstar Fandom: SPN Wordcount: 1,863 Rating: MA rated talk, Y rating action-wise Characters: Dean Winchester, Cassie Robinson, some Sam and John mentions.

Genre: romantic angst with some sexy talk Disclaimer: Dirty talk, heartbreak, death, loss, grief Summary: This is a little story about my lovely couple. An “Imagine you…” type story. You are on Cassie’s shoes while dating Dean back in Athens, Ohio. After a LONG bout of writer's block, I found this a few notes I had started maybe a year ago, fleshed it out, cleaned it up and finished it. I have to share before I lose my nerve and I'm tired of waiting until I'm “perfect” - so please forgive any overlooked mistakes.

I appreciate you taken a few moments out of your day read Dean and Cassie’s story. Shall, we begin…?

******

So, let’s imagine you meet a boy.

First of all, he is hot as hell. Male model face with gorgeous green eyes, tall with the wide, strong shoulders you prefer; Bowlegged like your longing celebrity crush, Keanu Reeves….Just a heaping bowl of manly, goodness for your visual and sexual snacking purposes.

Your first impression: he’s a total player, slightly immature, and doesn’t take life serious. You are in college, you have goals and a career path you're determined to follow. You don’t seem to have much in common. But chemistry can not be manufactured, and it is strong between you. The mutual attraction is undeniable. 

You resign yourself to accepting that this will be only about the sex. You are not getting your heart deeply involved with anyone, but a girl does have other needs. And holy shit, it’s the best

sex

of

your

life. Dean is on some next level shit that you’ve never experienced before. He leads you to do things you never thought you would try, let alone enjoy. Yes, even THAT.

Unexpectedly, he sticks around after these sessions and talks. He.likes.to.cuddle for Heaven's sake. He continually surprises you and challenges some of your former decisions about the type of person you thought he was. During these frequent talks you realize there is more to this guy than you originally imagined. Underneath that confident bravado lurks

a

thoughtful,

dare you say,

sensitive,

person? He actually listens to and your crazy rants about school, feminism, the lack racial representation on the local news staff. The very topics you were lead by your Ex to believe were too intense for others. Dean actually tries to get to know you, asking you a lot of unexpected questions. He went with you when volunteered at the local homeless shelter. Helping people by action, not lip service seems to be another thing you have in common. You realize that are both closest to your Dads. Dad owns his own car dealership and is active in your hometown. Dean connects with his Dad through a mutual love of vintage cars, fishing trips (that's what you pretend he meant when he said “hunting” trips), and work. He leaves town. You knew it was coming but you take it harder than you care to admit. You will never see him again, probably,

maybe,

you’re sure

you won't. He is working in “the family business,” which you’re not sure about. Accident claim adjusters - they travel a lot. They investigate accidents for insurance companies. His mother died when he was a kid, and his dad was really messed up about it. He has a younger brother who “abandoned” (Dean's words) the family biz to go to college. He listens when you share your opinion that his brother may have just not done anything wrong by trying something different.  

Lucky for you, there were no commitments made on you part. You’re a realist, after all. He could easily have a girl-in-every-area-code type situation going on. Like the US Military you adopt the don’t ask, don’t tell policy. Again, no commitments were made. Of course, because life could never be too easy,

you can’t

stop

thinking

about

him. You find yourself listening to the classic rock stations, voluntarily…It’s getting as bad as it could get. You press on, throw yourself into school and work. You proudly tell yourself that you hadn’t thought of him, like, all day (!!), as you are thinking of him. You are completely NOT falling in love with this guy. Nope,. Not you. You are too smart to put your hopes into someone so…nomadic in his life, right? Then he calls. “I can't stop thinking about you,” he blurts out, in the middle of a catch-up session.   “Well, that’s nice, Dean. I appreciate that,” is what you imagined saying. However, you open you big, beautiful mouth and admit that you feel the same way about him. Aarrgghh! “Can I see you again?” “Well, of course.” It happens easier than you could have ever believed - you grow closer. He visits for a couple weeks,

leaves,

comes

back,

and leaves

again,

but you make this long- distance thing work. The relationship gets deeper, still. Soon you are telling him things you’ve never admitted out loud: your mom’s racist father who was forbidden from having any contact with you, the asshole who broke your heart and who was now engaged to your former best friend…It pours out as you lay tangled in Dean’s strong, muscled embrace. Of course this was usually after he fucked you **dizzy**, loved your body from head to toe like he was detailing his car. (With anyone else this would be unappealing. But Dean really took excellent, thorough care of his car.). The euphoric high that you created together massaged your emotional courage, causing the inner floodgates to open a little wider each time, and confessions poured out. At times, you could be just sitting in “Baby” (you have semi-mostly-accepted that you are actually dating a guy who treats his car like a woman), listening to the calming beat of the rain poured down outside, cocooned from the rest of the world and he would share little morsels of information about his past, and what he hoped for the future. That was the heart if it all: Hope. The light- bringing that happens in a real friendship.

Graduation was coming soon, and a few opportunities were on the table, back in your hometown and another market. You start to imagine and plan a future, and though you try and test, you can't see it all happening without Dean.

There

were

some

Red flags. His Dad is less than enthusiastic about the relationship and seems to worry that Dean will leave like his brother. And you wonder if he’s really faithful while he’s in the road for days or a couple weeks at a time. Nothing seems quite as stable or predictable as you would like. But God, you love him. Therefore, the eventual cracks appear, as you knew they would.

****** “So, your brother doesn’t know about me?”

He was telling you about Sam possibly asking his girlfriend to marry him. Their communication was sporadic, but his younger brother would inform him about major news, usually after the fact. This time he wanted Dean’s input beforehand and Dean was clear about his position. You were sitting in Baby, a couple hours after he got Sam’s voicemail.

“It can’t work.”

The boy could be stubborn, digging his heels in when his position was challenged.

“They seem to have similar goals. From what you’ve told me he feels supported by her. I mean marriage is not my thing, but Sam is obviously more traditional than we are.” Dean seemed surprised, definitely not happy about what you said “ So you - we- are non-traditional? You don’t want to get married?” Before you could answer or explore his question further, he moves on. “I mean…Forget it. Sam can’t do this. It’s not who we are.” You don’t waste your breath arguing when he’s in this mood. You are intrigued by this situation, however.

“So what does Sam think of you and our relationship” I ask. It was THAT pause that pierced your happy bubble. It was a small hesitation,  but it was there.

“He…He doesn’t take me serious when it comes to, uh, you know- dating.”

“So he thinks we're just casual?” “Do I have to remind you that the communication with my brother stinks?” “Ahhh….So you haven’t told him you have a girlfriend. In fact, maybe you haven’t even bothered to tell yourself.” It was awful timing. Your editor- took credit for your work, and then he had the nerve to imply that you didn't belong in that kind of work. And in spite of being careful with Dean, you had a false positive pregnancy that deepened your speculation about what a future with Dean Winchester would look like.

What kind if Dad would he be?

What kind of Partner/ Husband would he be?

Where would you even live? You were ready to go into your apartment, alone to think about next step. You were a damn fool. (He has to be an Oscar-worthy actor to fool you.) He had never been serious about you. (But why would travel so far and so much to see you? Never once did he complain about driving so far). You were grabbing your purse, hand reaching for the door handle when he said it. “Cassie, I love you.” “What?!” He reached over you and made sure the door was closed. He grabbed your hands, looked you deep in your eyes, and stated firmly, “I love you. And while I’m being completely honest…It scares the shit out of me. I don’t know what I’m doing.” “I need to trust you. I mean what are you doing when you're not with me? Do you know I’ve told my family about you?” “What did you tell them?” He smiled proudly. His enthusiasm nearly made you forget you were hurt and mad at him. “That you were handsome, funny, and that you take good care of me….Everything but the sexy parts.” “You didn’t tell Mom and Dad about that new position we tried last night? Or how big my C…?” “No! Especially, not about you being the biggest I've ever had.” “Well, I like hearing that but your parents knowing would make family dinners seriously awkward Some of the tension is released as you laugh it out.

“Here’s the truth. If I tell my little brother that I’m serious about this beautiful, smart, sexy girl, but NORMAL girl, things would never be the same because there will be tragic consequences.“

(Normal?) “Did you grow up on a religious cult?” “No…” “Is it because I’m black.” “Hell NO…” “Then what do mean by consequences?” He was silent, he looked inexplicably grief-stricken. Then something else struck me. In all this craziness I forgot to respond to the most important thing he said (besides the part about me being beautiful, sexy and smart…) “Dean, you wanna know when I knew I loved you and that I was all yours? Tracey’s birthday party. You dressed up in pants of a non-denim quality and wore a tie for my boss's little fancy dinner. That alone was enough to warm my little pessimist heart. Then we get there and you held your own with all their little shallow concerns. But what really got me was the kids.” “Haley and Henry? I mean how could you not feel sorry for a 10 year old with such a Grandpa- esque name?” “I hate to agree, but...Any how, none of them wanted to be bothered with kids and Tracey was stressed out and her husband was frankly useless, as usual. And you, Mr. Tough Guy charmed them, scooped them up took them to the play room and you were so good with them. I was able to imagine…”

Shit, you confessed more than you had intended. “Able to imagine…What?” He prompted. You’re supposed to be a fearless journalist and you can’t just say how you feel??

You take a deep breath and went for it. “I could see us with a house full of family and friends and you being this…Dad. A great one.” “you mean like a DILF?!”

“ Not quite where I was going with it, but total DILF for me. In other news, I could see you being a great Dad.”

“Don’t sound so surprised!” “I’m sorry! So what other surprises do you have for me?” You had no idea at that time about

the

bomb

of a

secret he would drop on you soon enough.. *** Now, here you are.

You weren’t sure he would have the same number, but it was working…ringing right  now. You could feel your blood pressure rise, your heart speed up its beats…You hang up. But there would be no calming down for long while.

Okay, fearless, relatively successful journalist - where were your Lady-balls when you needed them? And most of…Dad. You had to find out what really caused the accident that killed Daddy.

This time you stayed on the line. Dean answered on the 4th ring, sounding irritated, grumpy. “Dean?” Even though you knew it was him. Grief-brain was a bitch. “Yeah?” He was distracted. You felt dismissed, a totally irrational response… “Hi, this is…” “ Cassie?!” “Yes.” You feel relief mixed with nervousness, folded into and the constant mental and physical ache of unexpected LOSS…The tears refuse to leave you alone and to not be cried. “What’s wrong?” How did he know? You can hear the worry in his voice. “Dean, it’s my Dad.“ And here comes the burning eyes, the tears… "He was killed last night.” “God, Cassie...I'm so sorry. I know how close you were.” “Thank you. This will sound completely insane, and I feel silly for even asking you this, but…About your Family’s Business, did you tell me the truth? Is that a real thing?” “Yes, it is, “ he said with finality. You wiped the tears from your cheeks, hold back sniffles before you turn into a mess on the phone with your ex-boyfriend, who is probably still upset at you. "I have no right to ask you...”

“I'm there. Just tell me where.”

And he came.

THE END.

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How to Be Honest with Yourself

“When compassion awakens in your heart, you’re able to be more honest with yourself.” – Mingyur Rinpoche

Do you lie to yourself? Maybe just a little? Maybe a lot? Whatever the answer, you’re not alone. Most people tell lies, rationalize at times, trying to reassure themselves with a self-talk that’s more wishful thinking or revisionist in nature than actual truth.

Sometimes, that’s not all bad. If you need to embroider what happened with a brighter colored thread to get past it, maybe that’s healthy.

For the most part, however, learning to be honest with yourself is the more proactive approach. How do you get there? Does it take a long time to be comfortable with honesty? What steps can you take today? Here are some thoughts.

Try to see things from the other person’s point of view.

What might look black and white on the surface to you is probably quite different from the way the other person looks at the same set of facts or circumstances. After all, how we view a situation is always colored by our prior experiences, our upbringing, values and other factors. Therefore, each of us has a world view that is somewhat unique. You may see as failure not being able to accomplish an objective, while I may regard it as a learning experience and be less put off by it or feel the need to justify it with lies. By putting yourself in the other person’s shoes, so to speak, you may help increase your sense of understanding and compassion. In so doing, you’ll increase the likelihood that you’ll be a bit more honest with yourself. It’s certainly worth a try.

Accent the positive.

Find one good thing you did today and be grateful for the chance you had to make a difference. It doesn’t need to be a life-changing act to qualify. Just highlight some positive effort you made today and this will help frame your outlook to do more of the same. For example, if you went out of your way to brighten the day of a co-worker who’s experiencing family difficulties, that’s a positive act on your part, one that you did with no requirement for reciprocity. You can and should feel good about what you did. In fact, the more good that you can do, the more honest you’ll tend to be about yourself and your capabilities. After all, this is a habit that pays handsome dividends in the long run.

Forgive yourself.

One of the reasons people lie to themselves and others is to escape the consequences of wrongdoing — or failing to live up to their responsibilities. To be able to move forward from past misdeeds or lack of appropriate action, however, you must first forgive yourself. It may feel strange to do so, yet self-forgiveness has a powerful aftereffect. Once you take ownership of what you did in an honest and forthright way (to yourself), and forgive yourself, you’re ready to move forward in life. This will help make self-honesty a little easier to incorporate into daily living.

If you feel that you want to help others, that’s compassion awakening in your heart.

Instead of always thinking of excuses or trying to gain an edge, if you begin to feel like you want to do something to help another, that’s often a good sign that you’re beginning to feel compassion. And that’s a very positive development. Make it a point to nurture compassion, rather than trying to squelch it as uncomfortable or requiring you to actually make good on the feeling. Honestly, who doesn’t need compassion? It helps both the person who feels it and the recipient of the powerful emotion.

Remind yourself that honesty is important.

Research studies at UCLA and MIT have found that a simple reminder to be honest works most of the time, with or without religious context. If you want to train yourself to be honest, you can do so with self-reminders. If you value the truth, insist on telling the truth — or say nothing at all to avoid lying. This is also applicable to how you employ self-talk.

from World of Psychology https://psychcentral.com/blog/archives/2017/08/19/how-to-be-honest-with-yourself/